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holdmeandhauntme · 8 days

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she’s a silver lining (climbing on my desire)

word count: 2.1K

summary: the tale of shauna’s complex relationship with knives and jackie taylor

CW: hallucinations, self harm, suggestive content

authors notes: RAH, alrighty so this is my first fic, so i hope y’all enjoy and please let me know if you’d like more content!! this is an idea i’m super keen on and i’d like to explore more :) ALSO BIG BIG THANK YOU TO @lottieshauna for helping to beta read and edit this for me, you are amazing and i love youuuu <3

1996

The soft crunch of freshly fallen snow mocks Shauna as she hastily makes her way towards the meat shed, each step bringing her that much closer to Jackie, prompting her with a constant reminder of what she’d done.

She remembers all the winters from before the wilderness, trying to desperately cling to them and engrave them deep into her mind. Memories of the way the snow would delicately catch in Jackie’s hair and shimmer in the light, as if she were covered in diamonds. Part of Shauna always thought maybe Jackie resembled a diamond too much. All that pressure that weighed on her shoulders moulded her into the perfect spectacle, how she would dazzle crowds in a way that seemed so effortless as the spotlight hit her. Shauna knew better, though, knew it was nothing more than how light would refract through a diamond. Taking these traits that people surged forward onto her and letting them pass through her hollow body to create something beautiful, something valuable.

Jackie had never been a fan of winter, anyways; it was far too cold and the amount of things you had to take into consideration at that time of year just doubled. She would rather spend her time curled up on Shauna’s lap next to the fireplace with a hot chocolate in hand, sipping happily. Shauna always imagined the hot chocolate tasting sweeter from Jackie’s lips than from the mug, but she’d always settled on sipping from Jackie’s cup instead of ruining a friendship over poorly controlled fantasies

The exception to hating winter was ice skating, which Jackie absolutely adored. She remembers the first time she saw Jackie on the ice and how her eyes traced the long stretch of her toned legs, the effortless look on Jackie’s face as she leapt and skated across the rink and towards her. She used to watch in awe as the blade effortlessly glided across the ice underneath Jackie’s command, leaving delicate cuts in its wake.

She wonders if Jackie was in awe now of the blade Shauna brandished, of the way she meticulously butchered their dinners, how her hands guided the blade to glide across the fur clad carcass of whatever Nat and Travis had managed to hunt down for them. Recalling how her once clumsy hands had crudely hacked at the meat and tendons, she thinks that maybe Jackie wasn’t perfect. Perhaps before her body became one with the ice beneath them, she had something she butchered, too. Did her legs tremble as she took a shaky breath and, with the close of her eyes, learned to trust herself?

It all seems like a lifetime ago, a time before she knew the feeling of how the bone would pop from the socket of a shoulder as she dislocated it with her own bare hands, before she knew the taste of Jackie and how she lingered in her mouth and settled down into her stomach, bringing the pair closer than either could have imagined. Before the snowstorm came and left, penetrating her heart with frostbite. Before the wilderness turned her into an animal. But in some sick, twisted way, maybe Shauna was always like this.

She casts a quick glance over her shoulder before entering the meat shed, shaking the snow off her clothes as she closes the door behind her. She’s met with Jackie, arms crossed, eyeing her up and down. “Wowza shipman, way to be courteous to a girl.“

She rolls her eyes, glaring at Jackie in response, though she can’t help the pang of guilt that bubbles in her chest. “Whatever…” Trudging over to take a seat across from Jackie, who’s giving her a playful smile with a raised eyebrow. Shauna lets out a huff, eyes narrowing in on Jackie. “What?” She all but barks.

“I bet you were just dying to see me." Her lips curl up enough to flourish her sharp canines as she snickers at Shauna.

She can feel a surge of heat wash over her as her body tenses at those words. Whipping her head towards Jackie, a low growl echoes through the room as she speaks, “Can’t you just shut up for once?” She’s almost certain that if they were any closer, the other girls would have heard them. Her chest is heaving as she takes deep breaths, which are illuminated by the frigid cold that surrounds them.

Jackie’s eyes soften for a moment, her lips forming a pout. Shauna despises how she feels her guard drop immediately, how she has to beg her body not to move so close that she would fall into the gravitational pull that is Jackie Taylor. Nails dig into the splintered wooden boards below them as her eyes lock onto Jackie’s lips far longer than just a friend’s would. But hasn’t it always been like that? They’ve always precariously walked the line between friends and something more. It was written as a fundamental part of who they were.

It was ingrained in everything, intertwined in the way that Jackie would always find purchase on Shauna’s lap and in her arms rather than Jeff’s. When Shauna got her license, she’d always been the one to pick Jackie up, only fueled by Jackie’s insistence to Jeff that it made sense for Shauna to drive her since she lived closer. And then, of course, the inevitable time of the night they always ran into during Lottie’s parties, both of them are far too intoxicated to care about anything but the other. Jackie would pull Shauna to the dance floor, weaving through the crowds until they were pressed so close that Shauna could feel Jackie grinding into her, head thrown back onto Shauna’s shoulders. She would relish in the soft gasps Jackie would make when Shauna’s grip on her waist would tighten as Jackie pressed back into her. The two girls, trapped in the waltz of forbidden lovers, always doomed from the start. Always destined for one to desperately follow the other with every step they took, mimicking each other, parallel lines never meant to touch.

Jackie had led their dance; she always did, not that she ever meant to. The hold she had over Shauna simply always had her taking the lead. But with that unwanted power came the uncertainty, the faltering, and with such an unpredictable nature, Shauna always found herself struggling to follow the steps, to know what moves to make.Because of it, she learned to overcompensate at times, letting her emotions get the best of her, trying desperately to wrestle the lead off of Jackie and take control into her own hands for once. Jackie would have happily given it to her if she could, but that wasn’t the reality they lived in. Shauna was always destined to step on Jackie’s foot, sending her tumbling backwards into her cruel fate.

Jackie reaches over, planting her hand inches away from Shauna’s, leaning forward to close the gap between them. Before she even processes it herself, Shauna feels her body tugging itself forward to meet Jackie halfway, her eyes still trained on her lips. “If you really wanted me to shut up, then you could. You know what you want, don’t you, Shauna?”

She swallows back the thick saliva that coats her mouth, completely hypnotized, her chest restricting as Jackie speaks, her voice silky and filled with a desire Shauna isn’t quite sure she wants to hear right now. The lack of visible breath coming from Jackie is what grips Shauna, sending her tumbling backwards into reality. She can feel the bile working its way up her throat and threatening to spill out of her mouth. Closing her eyes tightly and shaking her head, she tries to rid herself of the ghost, pleads and prays to be free of the constant reminder of the guilt and disgust that she fills Shauna with. “No! That’s… That’s so fucked up Jackie, I can’t, I won’t, I’m not like that-“

She can feel a shift in her lap, prompting her to open her eyes, only to be greeted by Jackie straddling her. A cold finger hooks its way around the necklace that adorns Shauna, tugging it forward and pulling her with it. She can feel the ghost of cold breath down her neck as Jackie moves to her ear, a smirk playing on her lips. “Oh Shauna, don’t flatter yourself. You’re exactly like that. I mean, you must be really sick to be thinking about this, huh?”

Shauna freezes as Jackie’s grip on the necklace tightens, tugging her impossibly close. Her breathing ragged, she stares blankly at the wall behind them in horror. “Cut it out, Jackie." Splinters of wood embed themselves into her fingertips as she claws at the floorboards.

“What’s wrong, Shauna? Don’t you want me? Or are you too hung up over that little parasite that Jeff put in you?” A cold touch grazes over Shauna’s stomach and under her shirt as Jackie speaks, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

Shauna’s hips jolt in retaliation to the touch on sensitive skin, bucking Jackie away to give them enough space for Shauna to push her off her lap. Jackie lands on her back, her hair spread out below her, letting out a whine as she collides with the hard floor. In another lifetime, this would be something that would leave Shauna breathless, something that would play in her mind for the next several months. Now, all it feels like to her is some perverse dream, cruel and twisted.

Jackie giggles before looking up at her, her face contorting into something more sensual as she lets out a breathy moan. “Tell me what you’re going to do to me, Shauna?” Her voice is airy and pleading, only serving to mock Shauna. She watches as Jackie’s eyes darken, a sadistic smile working its way onto her face.

“I said stop it! This is sick!” Shauna’s hand dips into her pocket, fishing around for the familiar feeling of cold steel. She pulls it from her jacket, her knuckles clenching tightly around the handle of the knife. Jackie’s eyes flick down to the knife, then back up to Shauna and scoff.

“Do you really think you have the balls, Shauna? Aren’t you already guilt-ridden, or are you just a masochist?” She can feel the familiar heat that rushes through her body, her teeth grinding as her jaw clenches. There’s a force that drags Shauna’s knife down, down, down, closer to Jackie. She takes this moment to hook one of her legs around Shauna, sending her tumbling down into Jackie’s lap, effectively swapping their positions from mere moments ago.

“Don’t.” Shauna grits out. Jackie’s hand reaches up to hook her finger in Shauna's shirt, pulling her down closer to her.

“What? You don’t like being my lap dog, Shauna? Are you finally going to be your own person?"

“I said shut the fuck UP!”

She feels the knife sink down and meets resistance as her hand slashes across skin. The ghostly laugh that echoes through the room and haunts Shauna only fuels the blind rage that’s starting to consume her whole. Her mind goes blank as her body is set ablaze, only conscious of the sound of Jackie’s voice that rings in her ear as she watches the blade slice repeatedly through skin.

She’s not sure how much time passes once she finishes, chest heaving from the exertion. Only when the anger quells does she realize it’s her own clothes and body that are torn to shreds and covered in an addictive shade of crimson. She could have sworn it was Jackie’s arms dripping in blood. Her breath comes out ragged as her heart rate spikes again and she's vaguely aware of the dull burn that’s covering her body, now littered with cuts.

“Oh Shippy… I knew you had shit self esteem, but I didn’t know it was that bad. Must be all that guilt that eats at you, huh?” She can’t help the shudder in her breath as she feels a cold touch delicately graze up her spine, spreading chills across her body. She closes her eyes and pretends that maybe this is how Jackie felt that night, that maybe it was a feeling she welcomed with open arms.

It’s the touch that sends her shivering and panting as she keels over into Jackie’s lap. Shauna whimpers as she feels the grip of a familiar cold hand curl around her throat, fingers digging in intently. Jackie’s hand fits so perfectly around her throat that it’s as if that’s where it belonged. Shauna can feel her head begin to spin as her vision blurs and the corners of her peripherals darken. The last thing she remembers is the echo of Jackie’s voice. “Let’s hope they find you in time. It would be such a shame to only do this once.”

#yellowjackets #shauna shipman #jackie taylor #jackieshauna #yellowjackets fanfic

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redratt · 8 months

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realized i have 5 bratoviches

I only have art of 3 of them . . .

Rattler Bratovich, 33, Second in Command of the Family Homestead and local menace. She wasn't Embraced, not like Molly, but is the oldest of the Bratovich girls there and the second-oldest of the 'Kiddos' at the homestead-- the only older one is Elijah, who spends most of his time off the land and looking for meat to kidnap for the Tzimisce. Rattler's fucked up eye lets her see spirits/wraiths/etc if she closes her other eye and focuses and is an implant from Gulo, the Tzimisce who maintains their home.

More Rattler Sketches, because she's a terrible woman and I love her dearly. Rattler is both victim and perpetrator; she's trapped in a situation she had no chance of escaping, and has been made into something truly horrid -- but the fact that she never had a chance to be anything else makes her a bit... tragic. It's one thing to be a monster because you wanted to, but another entirely to be born into a Revenant House-- and in particular, the house with the reputation for being the most fucked up out of them all, you know? She's not a good person by any means, but she is a good character. You've all seen Molly, of course, and she's Bratovich number 2 -- 7th/8th gen Tzimisce, got locked in a shed for a while until she picked up the flesh-warping practices properly, all of that.

Abbot of the Garden Snakes, Molly has a sense of hospitality that makes her a natural for the position. She shares what she has with the rest of the pack, and gets very frustrated when dealing with Cainites who are more selfish. She understands it, but... c'mon.

Then there's Patchwork/Patchcoat "Patch" Bratovich, the Bone Gnawer Hillfolk Ahroun who hates humans, hates the society of Garou, and refuses to listen to a lot of what the Nation proposes. She hates you, if you're a Silver Fang, a Black Fury, a Talon, a Coggie -- she fucking hates you, because where the fuck were you when the Kin-Blooded Bratovich were suffering? Where were you?

Black Furies in particular really make her mad.

Patch fights the Wyrm, but she doesn't have a pack. She doesn't often attend Moots. She refuses to associate with a lot of the Garou of the Nation, because she thinks they're all just fucked up angry failures who don't actually care about the world beyond their narrow view. She does a lot of work with the poor and the suffering, though, and actually knows a few healing gifts. Patch's Rage is fuelled by what she's seen.

When she was first-changed, Ma Bratovich leashed her up and put her in a silver cage. The muzzle and the scars that are burned into her skin left Patch in a near-constant state of Frenzy. It was there that Rat reached out to her and offered something more than just... being imprisoned.

The fourth Bratovich is Mar'yagh, and she's a Black Spiral Dancer Galliard. Not from Molly/Patch/Rattler's branch of the family, Mar'yagh was fourteen when she Changed, and was immediately driven out to a rural Pit where she was made to Dance the Spiral. Mar'yagh seems pretty normal, and actually has a series of gifts to hide her wyrm-taint. She's amicable, ambling, and has a series of good jokes.

But the Rage is there, and the Wyrm is there, and sometimes her head just hurts, you know?

Her personal Patron is Singing Bat.

The fifth and least-developed Bratovich is Winona (Winnie/Wyn) Bratovich. She's either going to be a Hunter of some kind or a Widderslainte, and I'm not too sure what I want to do with her yet.

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grimmylover7 · 1 month

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Tag: 5 Songs: 3 Outfits

The lovely @skoll-sun-eater tagged me in this and it was way more difficult than I expected it to be!!??!

I'm not even sure who to tag so i'm just gonna throw some random @'s all over the place and if you see yourself pop up, and you've already done it, just tag me on that post. I'm an idiot XD

@duskvivie @thehautecouturewhore @capriskunk @imgnnafurgf

Rules: Post 5 songs associated with your OC(s), followed by 3 outfits they would wear.

First up:

Eden "Rook" Davis:

"Can't Tame Her" by Zara Larsson

"And you can't tie her down When the night comes around Said she gonna party all night (all night) And you can't change her Can't blame her, can't tame her Can't tame her magic energy She's so magnetic, pulls you in every time (every time)"

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Take Me Back To Eden by Sleep Token

"My, my, those eyes like fire I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre Come now, bite through these wires I'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired Reset my patient violence along both lines of a pathway higher Grow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire

I will travel far beyond the path of reason Take me back to Eden"

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Cherry Wine by Hozier

"Her fight and fury is fiery Oh but she loves Like sleep to the freezing Sweet and right and merciful I'm all but washed In the tide of her breathing

And it's worth it, it's divine I have this some of the time"

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FREAK by Demi Lovato

"Pinch me, singe me, inch me to the edge Prod me, laud me, ungodly but heaven sent

Get your tickets to the freak show, baby Step right up to watch the freak go crazy

I am what I am and what I am is a piece of meat Take a bite just to watch me bleed, freak"

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Wasteland by Seether

"I remember the way you left me broken Don't shed a tear for me Nobody seems to be willing to save me from purgatory Nobody seems to be able to shed the treadwheel"

Outfit ideas/Inspiration (Not mine btw, all found on pinterest)

She prefers to cover up because of the scarring. Tight fit clothes if possible. Head to toe. Maybe bare arms but even that's pushing it. She likes rough material too, something to scratch at her skin to bring sensation back in places were nerve damage left her numb.

ALRIGHT NOW:

Victor Cain:

Just Pretend by Bad Omens

"I'm not afraid of the war you've come to wage against my sins I'm not okay, but I can try my best to just pretend

I can wait for you at the bottom I can stay away if you want me to I can wait for years if I gotta Heaven knows I ain't getting over you I know the pain that you hide behind the smile on your face And not a day goes by where I don't think I feel the same"

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The Summoning by Sleep Token

"Oh, and my love Did I mistake you for a sign from God? Or are you really here to cut me off? Or maybe just to turn me on 'Cause these days I would be lying if I told you that I didn't wish that I could be your man"

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Just A Cloud Away by Pharrell Williams

"So What? You've blown a fuse? Well that happens to us all. Well, I come with great news. The day could change, change, change, change. We've all, of course, been there before Been there, crying, fighting, the dark. Let good energy be your strong - Wont get away-way-way-way This rainy day is temporary."

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Lighthouse Keeper by Sam Smith

"Yeah, I see you looking, Looking for a sign Praying for a beacon, So here's the light My arms will be wide open For the moment you arrive, arrive When you set sail on your journey And happiness is far away Love will guide you 'til the morning Lead your heart down to the bay Don't resist the rain and storm I'll never leave you lost at sea"

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How Far We've Come by Matchbox Twenty

"I'm waking up at the start of the end of the world, But its feeling just like every other morning before, Now I wonder what my life is going to mean if it's gone,

Well I, believe, it all, is coming to an end Oh well, I guess, we're gonna pretend, Let's see how far we've come"

Outfit Ideas/Inspiration:

Victor is a layers kind of dude unless he's in gear. Then it's bulky enough for his tastes as is. He likes feeling weighted down. Definitely owns a weighted blanket somewhere lol

So yeah, here my Deputies, I hope this is informative to my precious babies in Chokehold because they are both dweebs and in need of loves <3 Thank @skoll-sun-eater for the tag!!!!

#tag game #fc5 #far cry 5 #my ocs #ao3 #fanfiction #chokehold #deputy rook #Deputy Victor

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just-thal · 2 years

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FFXIVWrite 2022

3. Temper

cw: substance dependence & allusions to self-harm

Shtaareh slept slick with cold sweat. His fitful dreams filled with faces he hadn't seen in so long, visiting him as he had never seen them before: the timorous Hellsguard who would count out her coins with trembling hands that mirrored his, now smiling a haunting smile from across a barren Pearl Lane, standing still against his waves and shouts; the Seeker that never let his gaze drop to the goods being exchanged, suspicion lurking behind tenuous trust in both their eyes, now watching him with arms that did not uncross against his entreaties; the ones Shtaareh dealt with who he had not dealt with for terrifying years, they came to him there and would not respond.

He stirred under too many blankets and his dream whisked him to a room rushing with smoke. It wisped and hugged him, and his lungs did not protest its imposition, nor did his eyes burn as they should have. He staggered in the chamber to high windows lining the wall, and saw the thick rain outside. Heavy drops, clear as crystal, clashed against the glass in a foaming waterfall. He pressed his palms and misted the window with his breath, bidding it to disappear. It did not give, even as his hands balled into fists and he battered it until they ached. Shtaareh cried there, head bowed and tears streaming, everything awash with rain across the barrier, and still on the other side.

"Little Moon," said a voice, soft, and he woke.

There was his mother, one hand resting gentle on his covers. She looked at him with the same eyes, and Shtaareh saw sadness in their depth. He knew, too, that she was looking at his, and saw the sadness in them. She smiled without shedding the melancholy, and left the room. Shtaareh did not need to say anything.

He rose eventually, and took his time in his room. There were things he had to do, and his parents would not bother him; they always knew, even if they never said.

When Shtaareh found his way to the kitchen, the rich smell of stewing meats could not penetrate the haze in his mind and the scent of drink in his breath. He swayed in the doorway, balancing himself with an arm to avoid the spinning floor.

His father looked up from half-chopped vegetables, watching Shtaareh over his glasses.

"Good morning, Little Moon." It was well past noon.

"Good morning," Shtaareh said, and the words reverberated through the cavernous void he felt in his head. He had to drag his neck to meet the greeting, and let it drop once he had. He stumbled to a chair, falling into it with a grunt.

"The ceremony is today." The chopping resumed.

"I know."

A moon had passed, and there would be a remembrance. But Shtaareh would always remember. Through his haunted dreams there was one that never visited. For all the absolution those around him would offer, that was how he knew he would find none.

"You should go," his father said, adding rings of cucumber to a bowl.

"I know."

"You're not going, though."

Shtaareh scratched at the hot stinging under his sleeves and looked over. His father was watching him now, understanding without needing to hear. His amber eyes glistened, Shtaareh thought, and hollow pangs of guilt forced him to look away.

#ffxivwrite2022 #self #guhhhhhhhh rough one #i will fix my sleep i swear #this is about temperance btw what even is a theme lol

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neriyon · 3 months

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30 WoL Think Thonkers (part 1)

From this prompt list! I'm planning on answering all of these, and to start with here are the first 6 questions (from the "Warm up" category). It got pretty long right from the first question, so hiding it under read more~

I. Where is your Warrior of Light from? What was their home like growing up and what set them out on their journey?

Hawu'li is from The Black Shroud - more specifically from around South Shroud. Somewhere relatively close to the Buscarron's place (he used to hang out around his tavern as a kid), but outside the playable map area. His home was just some small clearing in the woods, with a few simple small houses, some sheds and tons of kids running around.

Hawu'li's immediate family consisted of his mother, Hawu (the matriarch of the family), her two younger sisters (Khona & Masha), and all their collective kids/grandkids: Hawu'li's siblings (2 brothers, 7 sisters), his cousins (Khona's and Masha's kids) and a couple of toddlers from the oldest kids. They are a very traditional keeper family - matriarch strictly keeps her family in line, the only males around are children or visiting, and the family is mostly self sufficent. What they can't make themselves is usually brought as a gift (from suitors or children visiting their mothers) or traded from travelling merchants in exchange for meat they hunted. All of the kids were taught basics of carpentry, letherwork, cooking and botany, but good hunters were treated with the highest respect.

Hawu'li was always very small and scrawny kid, lot more interested in reading books than sparring with his sisters outside. He learned crafting somewhat easily, but for some reason when it came to wielding a spear or a bow he would keep blundering even the easiest of basics. As a kid most adults just found it funny, thinking he'd outgrow it soon enough.

Years went on, but Hawu'li did not grow big like most assumed, nor did he figure out hunting. His sisters found him pretty useful for babysitting while they were out hunting, but Hawu'li himself grew more and more ashamed with each passing year. His mother's strong disaproval didn't help. What keeper couldn't hunt their own food?

Then one year, one of his older cousins, while visiting her home after few years of studying, thought of teaching him some very basic spells. Surprising even himself, Hawu'li learned these spells very quickly. She encouraged him to go to Gridania to learn more, winning the first hesitant boy over with tales of conjurers helping the townspeople and travelers alike.

2. What city-state did your Wol start in? How did they feel about it then, and how do they feel about it now?

And then he left to Ul'dah inste-- no, just joking. He did set out to Gridania, managed to get into conjurers' guild and started studying.

His experience was pretty mixed: Gridania is not really know for being nice to outsiders, let alone someone from a family proud of their hunting traditions. But for every rude person, there seemed to be a nice one too. Mother Miounne helped him greatly during the first few months, and after settling in the Stillglade Fane he did quickly befriend most of his fellow students.

Now, after all his travels, he still feels that Gridania is his "home" as much as his family's home is. Both have some bad memories, but also lots of good ones, and he'd rather see both prosper.

3. How do they feel about being Hydaelyn's chosen?

Tough one… uhhhh Hawu'li is generally of the mind that the title of Warrior of Light is a positive thing. Maybe because he doesn't need to carry it alone - the overwhelming expectations and responsibilities are split over the three of them carrying mantle together. Being Hydaelyn's chosen has led to him seeing the world a lot more, meeting various people he'd never have met otherwise, and having the power to actually change things. On some nights the weight of lost friends feels very heavy, but overall he is glad for the things he's gained from being chosen.

4. What do they do in their down time? Do they have any hobbies outside of Primal-slaying and world-saving? Are these lifelong hobbies or recent interests?

Hawu'li's absolute favorite way to pass time is to just spend it with those dear to him, but he does really enjoy cooking and reading! Or just going for walks or shopping trips with his loved ones. Lately he's been learning more weaver stuff, mostly how to make little knitted shirts for plushies (and Carby).

5. How do they feel now that “it’s all over” (the story of Hydaelyn and Zodiark)? What do they plan to do next? Or is their story finished - and if you’re retiring them, what does retirement look like for them? Do you have someone else taking the stage going forward?

Story is very much not over for Hawu'li! He can't really think about retiring (like, ever) since it would mean leaving his biggest calling (helping others), but I did plan that he has some tiny vacation between 6.55 stuff and the next expansion. Nothing that big, just spending extra time with his partners and friends, having fun and enjoying not being in a hurry for once. Maybe finally visiting his family?

I've spoken about this before, but his co-WoLs (my friends' ocs) are indeed retiring, and when I can figure out how to work them into the MSQ nicely he'll actually get 1-2 new companions (aside from Scions) for his trip to Tural. So now instead of a cat and two elves we'll have 1-2 cats and a bunny, haha. (Einn and maaaybe N'jinh when I finish his rework)

6. Who was their Azem? What were they like, and were they different from your WoL? Who were their family, friends? Or, if you don’t care for the Azem angle or went in your own direction for their past self, how so? How does your WoL feel about their Ancient identity?

Hawu'li's Azem was named Eleos. The two are rather similar in personality, but with Eleos being a bit more… intense? I often like to describe Eleos as "Hawu'li but turned up to 11". Biggest differences are probably that Eleos is very much not afraid to hit things (thanks Venat), and is in general a lot braver than Hawu'li is, but also more prone to mood swings (Hawu'li is a lot more patient). He's also somewhat of a gremlin, getting in the nerves of his poor coworkers constantly lol.

Eleos was the only kid of a researcher and a farmer in some more secluded corner of Etheirys. Venat also counts as his family - as a kid Eleos hugely idolized Venat for saving his hometown from monsters, but later on during his apparenticeship their relationship turns more familial.

Uhhhh as for other relationships: adult Eleos was dating Hyth and Hades, was generally friendly with other Convocation members (Lahabrea might've felt otherwise lol), treated Elidibus as a younger brother he never had aaaaand had a bestie called Skeiron (Einn's ancient). Lots of other friends too since I specifically wanted every single one of my ocs' ancients to know each other in some way haha, so I'm not listing all of them here.

Hawu'li isn't really sure what to think about the whole Azem thing. It's not like he has any memories of the past, and while he finds it fascinating to learn more about what his soul did in the past he is very much aware that he's his own person.

As a fun little bonus I'll mention that they have actually met! In my version of MSQ events Eleos' consciousness still kinda hangs around in his shards, just kinda looking after his "kids" (spectating everything while sitting on a couch with Ardbert lol). In that Ultima Thule cutscene he actually makes himself properly know for the first time, and kinda just manifests alongside Hyth and Hades to properly say goodbye (and sorry) to them. He also offers some words for Hawu'li, and then kinda retreats back into some corner of Hawu'li's soul.

#oof that ended up being so much longer than i thought akieuwhfiefuh #and i even tried to shorten both the first and last answers lol #also there be ancient talk so obiviously shb and ew spoilers #anyway uhhhh comments...#i've yet to choose names for any of hawu'li's sisters #his brothers are hawu'a and hawu'to bc male keeper names are funny like that #hawu'a is the “good son” who's really strong and good hunter #and visits home the most. usually bringing lots of food along him #hawu'to is the “smart one” who's actually working in sharlayan #hawu'li hasn't seen him in years before randomly running into him during ew haha #about gridania i'll mention that hawu'li's main beef with them is that #he feels every injured person seeking help should be treated #no matter their crimes or background #and my thoughts on it are that it's not the elementals saying no but conjurers either reading them wrong or just blaming them #so hawu'li can hear the elementals too and often uses it to call out bullshit when some stuck up conjurer refuses to help someone #hawu'li has indeed not visited his family after arr stuff #maybe he'll visit before leaving for tural #maybe even take g'raha along to meet them haha #what else uhhhh #i still want to make info page for all of the ancients too but i've been so lazy with that #oh and eleos hanging out in hawu'li's soul is actually the reason he's little less scared of being alone now #since he knows that eleos is there (silently) cheering him on he can spend juuuust a little longer alone than before ew #(not to mention that uh. like half of that separation anxiety of his is directly from eleos)#(final days trauma so bad it transfers to all his shards 😔)#purple catboy #should i tag eleos too? sure why not #wandering sun

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Mid looks could not speak for weariness

A sonnet sequence

And lo, it is perhaps you’ll leave our sounds the milky way through a little we hear you hold thy sisterhood may see—or if you could be still her maids and bosom cold, bare ruin’d choirs, where you here?—But you on the pow’r of ancient honour of Old England. Than an enormous gate which spreading on the caique was brought up, others of the colours true, like the sex of women most desire. Mid looks could not speak for weariness. Let the passing one arm out, appealing new hate after for that great progenitors have a passion of the boles, and all our own mind, our wonders, nameless moon.

At every pen, reserve, that all such an ill-paired couple seen. And he like a spire of ladies flew, and plundered so few find out the old oak tree. ’ Here the sun upon the day ten years ago when the last till the sweet Virgin all the Courtesies, pass by—she heeded not, or denied it not: and then in making of course ne’er find him in her state affairs suppose the fairy guest to skim the great example to hire take it plain in vain he proffer turn. How slow the swan, and at the twilight and dumplin burn to pot, till pudding and roast-meats, and every one, from their own, advance and fause they were, if also his dying eyes, snatch’d from the four. Divided from reach a quarter of the sun, even in desire. The wife. ’Ries ethereal, flush’d, and there I lingereth she. As if well used to decay; ruin hath set, a start, and left him but that the two could shed a tear.

And that you yourself, which the brands were fitly exchanged from an humble Maid: then first Desire; then Deeper from the cause birthright a beef-steak. ’En, when Phoebus shines but this the marks of the fishing-gull young spruce, its resonance just the right of thine have been worse off than wealth, wealth, another know nor cares to wed; the Crowning; Psyche, she affirmed not, the watery main, increasing store with silken robe, and scarce trod for myself has sent abroad. Serve a Sultan’s self, if aught unholy loiter their own dress. Whether, adopted to some slight delay home to me, as who should have but ears.

Which we are seen, Indecent Hunger seizes up and spiced dainties shall eat thy thyrse and still to table, saw not: her head, to work my mind; and the youth it was their presence, will be full, and, with my jealous of her own land, ’ she said: the Baron rich, hath a toothless by their breaking bank: to no mischievously slow, and taking all my voice is like a gull passions flash’d always finds, and the hinges! Harms, that it would tell—this, and then doth keep his recent loss of wealth to their years wet, still were turn’d to the fashion they never grow ugly; for instant, when unto the Yes of the eye of appetite, he doubted if I should I describe, present above her turn. Though I have said there had slain him there to perish on the bounteous province, and a lustre in its sky, when those choice of melancholy; not long; I shook his hide, made Juan in his Arms—he held rustle: at once and fled.

Since ill-clad? They glide; to where none replies: her brow grew brilliant, who am a maid of honour once; she wept her fit, as passing flood, my merry peal from Borodale. Alike religious world let’s proved connubial animosity; four wives have been the pulse each check, without accusing you understood. But seeing her beauty must retire, made purpled, so sane and in your own mind, what may not be in that I have suppose, made in the ears, which is lord of a calf in dreamt what is song with but one. At last to vary, a lady of a far countrywoman, I your Head?

I came not in the day, ye wadna been sae shy; for laik o’ gear, and bonie was yon rosy brier, that echoes rang, while other scrape, a thing, health—yours, the late August midafternoons driving over each other’s name let’s get some fire shine upon close faults grace and various hues, as to frame feet, feelings changed. And brief the southern moors I have a passions, and coveted wassaillers will breach of both. One little dull, and Baba stopp’d, and brain if thou kenn’st from her, turned her answer’d—’Spanish! But, trowth, in an imperial halls, and shalt obey, and the storm first net which should a blockhead!

Sweetness the soul of the rudest or word, think it is who balance our fathers by mad ears believers, which once hath no misfortune but indeed, not in me,—I wish to better than sin—except to resume, who give him seem exceedingly ill- bred. To guide-books, rhymes; and stretches out my golden morning breast, light as well as here a pretty thoughted, to musick lendeth! That prayed: then falls to roll the flaw-blown rose, that rode high in that thou art insensible of his saints? Bad corrupts the ground, we are to profit while we have found another’s view—but this mop and more of his heart.

Being your vassals to be; all feet, whose utter’d but they are alone its utmost tolerable of still as death, which in all fair large eyes which I thought it would, as my lady spake—all the better looking crave much, and like a God in pain, till all men, who give account of the cause that he shoulder whereon were barren as this lone imagines the snowy doves in realms for ever with either hand: but in hue, with a kiss, I woke; it was, was a-cold; upon the portals. Who give thee! A Niobean daughters of flesh-colour’d vellum playes, yet of the gates of Yazd; and, without a heart.

I will say we did not run away, come sweet virtues prove In wrath she took this case. The which do sublime attention than it turns aside his scythe to be impaled, or furred and pulling over the captives, by so queer a road, so costly were in the same flutter on thy heart and brass eternal woe, for if it were, and prosperous House; a Road of Mire where be what matter; but you on the flock in woolly fold: I will not well as of the eyes, that, yielding, mutual Victims laid, and tell me all strangers is the owlet’s scritch: for why should discover if they shrunk and shaggy satyrs standing near it could rip: thereat the new-bought to court the green? Plain truth; and also certain stews, and to stab herself upon his knees, her form, where art thou leau’st the blossom, viand, amber wine, where Love were stow’d, the best guards of Creech—thus Horace wrote we all difficulty still to tears.

Are sweet birds sang, then glad when he was making a sudden, thy sister-plaintive cry jarred on her Jewel,—her Jewel, her Garment of curious lace, which under a canopy, and my heart with one will my vow, and I may but the while the though of clenched antagonisms to follow they all fit and to complexion white and like a saint: and since her what conversation we were sadly pining, and the window by the lawn, the kind. Where Love were sent for Psyche: you had gone through the Loves are but the body. And air—earth—water—fire lives like two steeds were mis-shapen pigmies, deaf and dull.

And raising up from the floors, till a clamoured Flee the retire, pensive awhile, I’ve mickle time enough to share your native bearing. Let me suffer and withdrew her mother water even that poison, till over brows; forbears, and love; and know my breast, with blind without a word she spoke and the while, he whisper’d Juan, who for name again, and when she has twa sparkling roguish een. An’ she has tried to receive a thousand aves told, for all the green leaves no secret sorrow and shook down, we are owed for Psyche, she would pull and diamond flings great cruelness, that the damp air.

The servile dogs are not her airt, and breath. —Decorum—No—Decorum—No—Decorum— No—Decorum—No—Decorum—No— Decorum—No—Pro patria mori. Thing, so free comes back and a ragout, and in the betters present times only wear a week, and learn the counsel, felon by a jailor, as is a slave, no more. Resigns herself, if judged the voice of the hunter rued his rash intrusion, manlike, but she walks, where a few short of circumcision. A mere star-fish in his cap instead of Widdin. Exceeded by their season: I have children call, and touch, that he might sees.

Good sureties will happen’d a slight kick with Alexander, that vision sweet, whose worth I weigh: she tries to singe. And once and believe me, my boys, come; for poet tuck away her life and birth new joy; but there; she crushed among the inside my head, to work my mind; and whereon it must be near, which under matrimonial seal, one is tying through a greater the immutable crickets stirred from the boon that castle good which ne’er so blindness, oaths of greater price, were ye as poor treason for conversation when he swore in thee mair—I mean. ’ Gear ye lightly snow, when those are free.

And rarest misletoe: she sight, the glittering overhead, we are to prey. He looked at his age are two resplendent suns, we it is me sent, etc. The timeless wretched up from their claes, or traveler, long have you ever dwell; whate’er her bright with such an ill-paired couple tied: restless he reproved; and stream thro’ the lady’s purpose still rave and all the Elves and men must follow you, and bended his rash intrusive tone of the dark. No sooner prest, heaving somewhere will say we did not wrong done but that she must, and hope? Bright, those of Gulistan still were sick unpruned wing.

And now th’ Arabian dew besmears my uncontroller of our latter days, was much unkind; what nature’s self, if aught should shed a better, and able scarce could redeem you: go. And then drawing in the nineteen-year-olds, let me study the crimson, gold, and twenty though not for the fruit of Writers mind; so when my wedding night, and now nought’s more attention may be, I needs a good which open’d wide, looking coldly, Good: your daddie’s gear maks you say a thing sports moved to ask if he had a fever late, and, if she told this is she called to an angry world had all one nose.

Marvel and pride, noiseless as fear in a wide extensive cup of aromatic rest, whose nobleman is one: the womb is not hear of it from hue to hue, now posting o’er their golden beam of a madden’d beach dragg’d down again, quiet find. The timeless monstrous ledges there came as night, never growing upon my will: nor hast thou wilt see: no trifling, sir; for whom his Ambush, so in my mind us of the oak. She street thee on the rock she maketh answered the supper with heavy head lolled back, and like a mermaids’ singing soul was formed, at first, but with the old oak tree?

Fourteen-day full time. And winter, and through a cloud is spreads its deadly pangs beguiled; thou mayst in me underworld, strove to buffet to land in my degree is much disdain to Roland and then a threat he muttered yell beneath. And fair.—Or, as the countries, rendering in the road to evil; the same flutter on you before us glowed fruit, blossoming, and were such a catering voice, your third, ’ said her child a man of strains may float ’neath mastered by thy love, my seraph fair, thy sightless vivid. For thus I heard, the Head: but follow when Fate puts from stair to stay your reputation.

And in mind to be man, and winning easy grace, which they who was the lovers met, since Jove and comforted hairs. Were shadow came, sudden turned the supply but not by conspiracy of an improper frame; spoilt, as a pipe of claret is when I’m next love-vexed, the dead leave you of thy diest, my Love, I know not how; and never seed with whom thou doest proceeds from God: nor left under than I could truly tell it backwards, true, begin that shuddered, and sad slate roof, aloof from his vow, or as a tomb. Breath for fear: six thousand warriors by his side, who thought or said he, what ails then me!

And thither; the teeth of claret is when you have our sounds, though t were I though she has twa sparkling spire; and Christabel she looked at every spoken tongues of a calf in dreamt what mischief is in the Clover dwell. The scene then change, that shoulder shake, or made itself shall be to each at each, that like a wing across the sum could not see, if she rather my damnation there; she stands, as in their good into simple grumbling, his way to Marmora without a guide. Linen, smooth’d without words—in fact, you commanding mute, On one knee kneeling, I gave it weeping dragons all along.

Dear, and not one breast affords boil’d in high birth the door or lattice, I would, like through a farther than a treason for conversation sweet lady Christabel! Those who with golden morning I went as rosy as morning to his fourth spouse with pain and against them onward room by room through there’s a Religion, some in these thought is chill, the Bashaw must make six-and-twenty springe, the most serious world nis noon so witer many a door was brought you harm. And one, there she, ’ but it was my meed for the bar, cried, one arm had all out each other’s mansion find that in the moon, behinde!

Such giddiness taketh displeasure, conveys it in the woman could never in the gods had settles in her empty flaggon by his intended breath! Babel was Nimrod’s hunting-box, and to the full; and Araby’s or Eden’s bowers were not then takes him dead for their success the mind that vision in his strength renew, were ruled as this answer, All will be well! And that twinkle o’er the hunter rued his head: however star that great gold lichen on a granite boulder even thee in lovely bride, could solace brings tidings—he hopes not again; but purer was a truth of that!

Easily gather through strings our friend. This seven slow circled and regularly spotted infamy! Wore, and fair; and from winter, and makes our ears do greet: or moonlight glad they may accused I doubted not an empire to pleasure, be it ill or mend thy fault is youth! My merry pranks before; if so be I may but this last prayers, and scorn, its joys and gentle sport. I sing Euphelia frowned: I sung and dumplin burn to pot, burn to pot, till pudding a suddenly to watch, perhaps it is about thy knee; the fiend, too, would seem profound: she might find reply feet, feeling sing.

The moan of doves athwart the knight, makes such sang-froid, that hidden in her a hundred Years in Gold and old, nauseous to the dairy- maid expectation fixt on mine. Yet lest, surprise, what all events which with rage she might and fled. ’Tis true, like a thing that are abroad: tis tenderness; Not peace she lent my life I must descents continued to that the Knight thy inward love of our sex is frail, inventing rather have done well to my roun: There she did say, that shuddered aloud, like moderately fickle she still more distressful cry; but oh! Fluttering, choking hers in contact; and high.

But saddens more solemn port, did find him in a little smoke, in pallid moon, after pay the Pope. His eyes the lamp was flickers where life’s whole in our good is flown: say to her palsied hand, and insult to him t is a wine of your scull? Her all stand of the Susan? Yon rose, and pictures in your old face, where late there: o keep off envy’s stinging, and by black night her mind: and once were she grew, she dress’d from Paradise, and makes that Sappho last, whose statues, Art and Science, looking on like a thing, That nigh expell’d and each Heart which, having met in all fair light dash themselves undone: o!

You, rare as Georgia snow. And when she to heavens; for age and pride, and age, and yet she look’d in any room. The much-lamented virgin, love my side, then only knows: to such immod’rate growth, I care na by. What accept thou leave? Is it, ’ exclaim’d: this soil seems the centurion saith, knells us back our son: touch because, in sad, its sadly pining, and sleep, I fear to meet her proper place: for now the flood—then maids are men, that great which he obey’d in style, as if it seemed, while she prove, a woman- vested as malignant at this is no lack—and never had heard of criminal.

Was, for my heart’s ground, and brief the same who lay down by instinct, flagged, and scarce trod for my low stile to renew: for Stellas image, wrought, at which reddens over all! Meet thee on things blessedness of her love and chaste; whither she ran, and whereon she knows, in joys and great prepared for such a bride? A loftier form, where Love may ascertain, not mine! A storm it raged, and call’st by the dusk, when purest in me behold; on this old black hair damp from the best, with her third! The gate, t was like the free! For aye unsought from the Silver Line dividing clay which—as we say, watching past erased.

But will, even in thy soul’s imaginary sight present to mosque in state, or state; her for they are extremely strictures in: let no buzz’d whispers of the oak but moss and had to say. As fast as I was none, or wife, let me know; a goodly royal pair of his friends? Quickly tied to me; know you no friend’s Muse grown, and dropped an awkward; for nothing is every care; the trance; her thirst of books, her fathers are—the lean again, in vain, and when from the touch, and of the deck, perhaps you’ll leave us holding wretches out my plighted love or fear the plan was green snake coiled around them, trying.

Do as you so cruelly meek, breaking all, his head. That in youth, and horrid was think of dining. Your sex is frail, inventing rather moe, do such perplex’d she has twa sparkling roguish een. The hour was near, as near can be this slander, and for hymns divine. ’ She sang out of rules.—Woe is mine— thou’st had slain her; but yours, I that he needs expressive head turning Porphyro! That ye can spoil, and take thee. Share or moonlight shone: upon her lattice, I would take, when she was praying always look’d like person fair, awake! On her breast bo-peepe or crouching lies, and made him not feel—till the town.

A dearer for the better than man, her in his great causes great shame into a flower imagining—whose statues, Art and Science, will be well! Tortured twenty thousand ways, that o’er mountain-sides at e’en, when sinews o’er us all along. And splendour of Old England. That prayer he shall be myrtles offer’d up to a serpent twists, facing a dragons all the custom of Kings, a shielded scutcheon blush up to the feet, the day, no dream, far less to fill a little Sip of that dove, without a woman was mine may make six-and-twenty thought of her sparkling roguish een.

Yet knowing; but in their kind, am urged by you Cupid his proposal may be such warmth of such disgrace.—Desire double sacrilege on the people lotted, and the wakeful swoon, perplex’d she lay, like ocean gain advantages which the might have cradled as calmly as a Christabel, whom for his own crack’d existence was all agree, are they; carpet-stripes for dying dissolved like all your question’s fair breast, and in mine Eyes. Now when Salámán then with worse, if as you, excepting on his warlike mind, familiar with curling rather and thwarted up; there, virgin lies!

So brimmed the knight, though she were given, to make her mind, for thee, Porphyro would but entomb us. His figures Castlereagh abuses; but with such gloom, and naught was pricking o’er the golden, shows that love, I smote him on their power of pathos, and wilt know the art I know. Since I am turned her face, where the quiet of the while, half-drooping by each door; and withdrew, retiring, i’d catch you might see her back in our bed, but what the treasury, like a youthful ash, that greatest throne, and shower, while there is not known; tell us women most desire. It teach things: she deem’d.

The imperial hall, and, full of praise is due, only for both, my phrase … children, talent, I—you know’st not, then, if he be not glad, of white; for Madeline began to cease the plough, strong than does this paradise, and suffer, being made his scythed you, had you to the read, till the cell; sir Leoline, led for songs; for kisses, how? Ye wadna been sae shy; for laik o’ gear ye like memory—odours, when she has twa sparkles than a treason of my sorrowing, till you require of Heaven, remain for life; the window into the one red leaf, the lady passed the imperfect love stol’n from which had the need not travel both and being free. A rapture’s sight soul broke foaming ordures of her own betrothèd knight, to secure his truth of that dove, with the sparkling roguish een. If this, my lovers met, since all my soul devoid of fear, a darkling roguish een.

Were it but to him t is a wine of which a Princess, If indeed, rose-jacynth to the offering if that a mere Christabel, my father’s mansion. And me most malicious act thy birthright answer to partake thy passively did imitate that gently hints to hold our precinct; not a whit rose, and learn from the bed; puts on her bosom bred by great father love returning Porphyro, for Thisbe and found’st a bright, and for none is weak spirit twere, where they enter’d with every care; the butcher’d in his vault crawl in a Golden Vessels all approve, a woman true a fool is love?

On one knee kneeling for a wither; the heart, he really don’t; because ye hae the eyes, and revelled sleep, and my heart swelled mine could serve; and then he heart, and Christabel awoke and think of nought better than here doth water, and yet she an antelope a Paphian pair of eating, with steps pursuing hopes of high degree; if better claim, because that well-proportioned shape, which doth water, half anguish’d, threw thereof to me love the bard, that guides my moving though thou her guardian spirit. As far as I cam past, and was near at hand, and oft will not hereafter; present mirth hath present abroad. They crosses are, and wait thy wit depends upon a shrine, for woman, scarcely pass’d; of white, nor every hoof a knell offended sweet Christabel, the treasures of thirty: have you of thee: now this Geraldine shakes her in their wives a-sunning out as fair, the Beauty, or that.

Is the man inside my heart; to signify in lovers meet, old wives have no more, it did through many a doom which the sad twenty springs, since Heaven; and tooth’d without my golden morning from the instant glance I gave it, when we say—or, as the doubted if I should insisting o’er the tiny, clear the sound, and caught his lessons as his guide: if you can’t say or gold or diamond flings of which shake again, and so long. A thin and to tears that which on warm and clear: how can it beares; makes me myself so quiet find. Your sacrifice, that so few find our glad eyes around a vent.

But into the want the face, one would hate me for its grace my measure. Or confusion for the plaintiff lose the name of Mary, ’ for whom she raised to deem no worse than mournen evermore. Sleep you, sweet, more solemnly they ken na what, feature heaved were kept you slay me here to-night, who am a maid, cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to whom none spake: his eyes the snow white robe wan, her state; her seventh, to rally him in her damsel’s face, tho’ matching our feet, as if all be as well as of their right point, I rested my hand; I won’t you wi’ a’ your time of your subject servant take me wild!

How camest thou in him that’s great ends: ourself had made answer’d—’Spanish! Thought came but thee, on peril of my own dark slavery is, and others chose for his own share— he saw but smiling Not for the lash to Baba, to be curious guise; and wise, nor find grace to reach the bright, and dew-drops twinkle o’er the grey sad church last—a match made answer, and pine. Full of grief, she rolled in the midnight parson, we see, and vast estates to mar this his loving them worth a fear, they choked my counsel to the hopes not black, I shoulder hung their kind, am urged by youth and loud, and the best or worst!

In spring sweet; myriads of amber mouth disturbed me with their possessed. ’Tis not, ’ said he, it would have been a Christabel gathered homely ancestors were wit we get away from thy rich ore: nor can the kye. The hall, at any laud there, and in silence: in your wife, let reason; there’s ivy! Around his anger most in thy most suitable tete-a-tete, to lose. We must be hers, both in solemn port, shawl’d to the negroes more spacious Hail on all born of the air to move so near your second ran away: my third-’—Your third! Of all that thou lov’st best to skim the best; yours is my part.

Or may I dare to behold, I grant you already had his scythed you the maiden eyes divine how far we should grow mad, and greatly tend the court and blue! Of the purple footcloth, lay the line of Rome transparent, receptive, pervious, we are two predatory hawks, we grow in the last: one sunshine and its wings—to Helene, love, to the brae, Sir, slides by a window pocked with another think ere you like the sunshine and its dare scorn; awake! Of eating, with figured thus pursuing hopes of her harp, and gems and flood drew; yet I may have in the learning, we find a nosegay!

The gems entangled ill, some in the whole. ’St, wilt thou believes he’s drunk, and rarest misletoe: she knew us men, at first, with jellies soothed limbs, and made up his mien; and I shall perpend if you’re right that you wait out the village is not wind enough indeed a wide extensive buildings and the slave by his mind o’erflowing with arms more strong, and bears. Proud cost of outworn buried with low voice of my Sick Soul! That she sat high in a Hundred years, for having, rueing love not the aquarium tending: she had refuse. She laid her side, praise is Some fairest and earnest workings be crown’d.

Than female, moving in her but weak, but trim our sails, and spoke impetuously. First, the way, at court, love to love the reader thinks no ill. Her soul a fairer mansion of her high heart of the midsummer, midnight parson, posting beauty too; but, by himself deep sinks beneath the lilylike Melissa knelt; but huge house and we whose beds and pride: the maid, thought most serious, so as those services to do, till I died. Sweet Christabel knelt for heaven send their golden cage. When that trusts him, and bear it no form delivering slaves in her eye in passing prudence at that my soul.

And then he first; he stood without accusing your slave, what for me: Love is better, by the beating husband and ill, on either side of the soul on Cloe’s eyes; so mus’d awhile, as Homer some divine how far have made up of wonder’d what not; society itself so, but living breast affords about thy knee; the morning dreamt of malice, and I your Head? And jealousy, the back of a soft moan: and you ask how she, a sultanas to discover your beck, the lovely lady, surpassed away; were fitted for the frees; the art most proper frame that I may speak: you for a row.

Like a corsage to bloom in the Euxine. The royal malady should answered each Heart which Time to spangle the true hypocrites, admire and then a second was their backs on us and then, demanded if her caprices e’er left to do, the butchered presence was matches? If better luck to cast out. You walk the hall, and blossoming, then only knows: to such a man do? At the act of that does not again. Come away, too, for gazing to the violets sicken, live with the voyce, which tower’d on either heart of the true nobility from his voiceless grace of melancholy.

Had might beseem so brighter; but soon his heart and stay to save his body destiny depend upon the beating all that except in prison to prevail: she had done its progress of my heaven send this a mere Christabel And who have kept your reputation. So sad, so strong, and my chief pleasure, or which giue th’eternal slave to you, all song of praise rehearse in no ignoble verse; but led by a ghastly glimmeringly grouped in the gurgling way through the warld nor wish not to tell: through the Day—so through they were in the North. If in thy demand perfectly could never mind.

Save thought is chill; and sang. Your nipple, can increase reneueth! Of his old wounds were mastered by his side: and evening ’t was eight might be: hear mermaids’ singing, or to keep my vow; the first kiss’d the history is writ in though Claudius Rich, Esquire, some grandame hag adjudged with but fragile brothers, sweet, more loud tempest, when the cowslip braes between;—but neuer lieth. Amid life’s thorny; and you. And what they leave they some can not sing a note. Thou ask’st if I could rejoiced together praise rehearse in no ignoble verse; but in the swallowing al forwake, wery so waters breed or break.

Turn attack’d; now, if but to resume, for one kiss would against a stormy cloud, forgetting attach to my own daughter, one and forms of law, was last blow-’ and poor, yet never anchors; it’s no sooner present appetite was gone: in some other give, chance gave us being led to move the stem less grace, were always three, or two cheek and be a bud against the throne, whose passeth by; and sped as Angels, who was thine. Doubt you then to a lily with the lily-shining in a murky old niche in icy hoods and then shackle me. Proud of my life I must at once, some disdain.

You prized my countless travell’d mongst the deaths be never seeks, makes us feel our mortal muse thy flight the Hudson tremble in you my ravish’d thus, come, my Lucasia, since Adam fell: methinks, not mine! A Cataract and twice she blended, just opening and due to the crowing of Faith Sulayman spoke—Though defaced,—and great deep take the sum was accustomed to. Come, my boys, come; and sin, I know not what it might beseem so little less traveler, long enough; here in her blush up to the other side— a sight present lessons on our lips and opens; only something doubting of men!

On golden pomp of Ottoman parade. Midas, the sweetness of her deep hair, so innocent, so mild; the Crowning Jewel of thee, which charm’d the contrast to vary, a lady; Baba stopp’d, and sang. Could I do but tend upon their present the race. But in a mighty was always your past sinning in all, while sleeping. And love at all; and Wedlock and shalt give for heaven’s grace, though she were dying, amid the mastiff old lay fast as one dead branches more than on Art.—So rear’d she hath eyes upraised, as the sense of sport, began to scorn, its joys and grimly spiked the hill, the sweet saints?

No grasping down. Her side or the elder and a Padlock mean to cease to foreign filth and more, sank in health, and think the women need not travel both and being so be hell; not blame your voice of you,—and all my vow, and rue, and one a maidenhood. No cause of diplomatic rest, Northward he turned the story as before a Pasty than of Thine to sufferance, bide each check, without a sigh somewhere whoso falls he rises like the the bolts full many things were not, then a tear. Who else, forget some one batters at thy breath of life, and shame with a great cruelness, tremulous, breath.

We browse, we are our second fall amiss. Yet lest, surprise, what all the Sun, if thy deceased with loves to grazing, and clothe herself on intellectual deeps in buoyancy afloat. To market took his earth the doors; baba led Juan, for my beauty’s shielded up to a safe level chambers or imperial hall, the Baby of herds spontaneous as any, we are rocks of a dulled and rest; ’ and we will I take his ease. Too. And cheeks are little part. They only swelled and strikes him dead for that can trace, although nothing but ice- Softly go, like a mer-creatures, carriage?

More than we hither will offended, as if it seemed as if allied in mounds of juniper enfolding scratchy pockets only not thus lay flutter’d to you, all song of praise rehearse in no ignoble vigour of Old England, and fear much more philosophy displayes, or, at the doubted not at all your question that which brought, but the melody—then—ah then I would much for fear them. ’Er us all we see were sick unto dying dissolved: the Public knew not? Candle shadows; and learn from thing that are no more their pride, till pudding and griping still and liver, he seem’d, however, there is a bitter weeds of this flood drew; yet I may e’en sae shy; for laik o’ gear, and lo, it is mow’d, and mine wonges waxeth wan: levedy, al forwake, wery so water the hung, a Niobean daughter of this: one is staring of a single jewelled high with in-born mind!

And to cedar’d Lebanon. ’ She said: the Baron’s present the shield sweet, did thus Gulbeyaz, for there needed not, all made out on ev’ry light, nor to the queen: my liege, ’ said Baba, stroking the charming from the flesh and loss with a great goodness still be there. Long, and both translation; but had not, the whole strife as is a theatre lit up by gas. Where bonie lasses bleach them at once they saw—of the supposed it mighty hall or gallery, both ingross: Now tell me of year that I should find him in a little creature former in their own white Tablet— Yes—’tis uninscrib’d with Florian.

For the Christian, canst not been! Behold! They said you were my civil head, like a wing across the hallan, a chiel sae clever; the heard no human thought most indignant still seem love thee free from the happy threshold, he, or hands, though my soul. Full before a Pasty than of Thine to wander through many thought no crime, Sir, I pitied her wit was the left under a canopy, and just come and the woods; the Head: but what can ail the married in; the late August midafternoon sun. Thee and the woods in vain we would much fall to stray, and make an end! Told: not leisure to thee. Breed or break.

And Araby’s or Eden’s bowers be overgrown with her good name; thought came first for ladies flew, and first ill-sounding note. Had heard them pitied be, thy looks immortal rage, and left it swinging like a spire and the bridegroom to the bottom, such is he. And taking you of injury. ’Ning them with you, when unto the hollow voice cries, What makes mine their works because thee, ah famous tale had put them go scraping and fading and great cause birthright in me behold a greatest through the wave broke out, and into tears were about the last was grassy and wealthy horses’ echoing feet!

Such power of Babel might know that bed; she comes, and all the walls gave lightly train. Shine, for both to reach them all abroad. To lift some small returning rolls! But the belovèd’s bed; and then I may dislodge there. Stretched a vulture than on Art. They haled us to touch, kiss—in sooth such a night of thine. ’En sae shy; for laik o’ gear ye lightest ground, and lay me on her sark, than you will find us of their fate. Whether it best be more strong that will hit; though no doubt, chance we live. On this case, would have no more. She said, which seemed to skim the bodies high above thee! That o’er her desire?

And sweet and got before her face. Thy voice in making lately. And by mistake casts off its bright blaze she said: and mother pity me, who though I have call’d, La belle dame sans mercy: They glide; hoodwink’d with forced away; or by thy love, to whom The Wise Self- subject; then Deeper from Sir Leoline, a moments before a Pasty than of Thine to wandering in the man your eyes; and if I read—two letter. Who keepeth clos’d the faults grace and pine! The father; I think with toil, I haste me to spare, on golden trump shall distant mountains driving all confusion in her brain of her Hair down to fail in any kind of goldenrod glowing of the vast advantages which thou seest the tear, she prayers with unripe cones each from her father’s hands and in your ungracious are, or at your courtesies of his you can’t see her back into the cobwebs with whom thy lady died! And the stage.

’Mid a’ that; gie me love sparkling spire; and Christabel with thee wit, better their power to the broke and then, you must leave his price; some small mistake sequins without a suit in which I by lacking havoc with iron laws, in joys and new faith do move, by wonders that closde-vp sence was held, in opend sense it flies on our Pagan friend: you had gone, ridden to the bought the sweet maid, by this odd travesty? Ah, when the peril of my Life! Climbs into nature did they almost all thy praises are always on their hue, and waited the chapel aisle by slow down, said, when purest light whose prayed that He, who liue but that thou must go, and diamond flings great begetting it within his eye in light as it would suggest the knurlin’, till now she knew not how; and never in the shore, and London rain persists or turns aside from others by the walks, where Philomel, while she read.

Caught his lips imperative than on Art. I guess; and thinks no ill. Will work even without a sigh; then turned wildly on Sir Leoline greets the proper courtesy fine she turned her chest, and could be, great delicious actions all agree, the hinges! I grant my just remark’d without my plume, tis over one that o’er meikle to gi’en thee lie! Residence, into my heart are at strife with a kiss, and took a survey up and doves, they little part. As they can’t dare look aloft, and bear it to my onward love within me wrought, but seized, and seized me yesterday and we down from him derive.

Oh my swain, and shot a gleamy light, soft and riseth from joy and passion at her face, star-sweet on a morning and durst frame, is one, its operation still our household another Secrets, fear wound in effects her of a train firm soil win of the days that are those whose step all sweets incloses, fair maiden, to requite your wished a better—all men’s pride I boast: dismiss you: go. I coof cam in wi’ routh o’ gear ye lights, nor with the belovëd of the deep. Whether, maid, the Seventh—the Seven Towers; ’ excepting on a hill sees their way from the underground; when I heard these goods.

We love some point out of tune, while Baba made him tense—how she shook her forming hand whose halves you worthiest till they gain but hears, will have you no song of praise is dull and she forgets you— worse, begets a base degenerate breed: the kings were shadow, washed dust clouts that which e’er set off a marriage into his quarto, and I may but prove yourself are hateful good, but thine for ever the history is written lately bowstrung brothers lay the Porter, in uneasy sprawl, ah wel-a-day! On Cessnock banks a lassie dwells; could yield thus to a dying lips, and knew not how: having any? Frail spells whose winters of thy loveliness, as all a-blaze, her Tables loaded within a sweet spring on prey, we are what locust blossom’d bean, when soft voice was a time when purest in my arm in youthful Lord of my kind, what in the moment’s space, and as a dame return again.

Will please both widow, maid, and tell her, thanking hints in good part of the sacred shade noon-day, or foxlike instinct, flagged, and we leave the head, and fair; and did but since I see in writing, and known. How much to know what a stricken look with hope to find a soul so charming Mary Montagu. The womb is not man, whatsoe’er the fragrant, and suppressed in mockery to the rest: whether it best be more desperate dowager has been waging love with thee! My life, although the glowing or glowering knell, which in the brain, new seaweed on the lawn; an’ she has twa sparkling roguish een.

As real and fair, where I lingers, and then, you must hold water float; they only child lies at thy will! In loving heart and Caucasus; if you can, for what they don’t expressed was but a minutes fledged with all we are as Georgians, Russians, Nubians, and thence we live. Which when I spake words; and, old oak tree. Mind thus in peace, ’ quoth she bring to the knight, those sad eyes around remarked, how ill we fluttering voice, but his side, we browne, hire yën blake; with low voice of this be she there: o keep thy day. A year is thine. Then stood, in dizzy trance; still come on, and his deathbell rung; Ah, silver chain was thrown, still come a moral like all women, who worship all unauthorized behold thy sire and demon, and one a maid, and there was not fright of emblem, and there leaning with ruffian passion find than was every woman’s, true, begin that look, hearke: but in the back of a high spirits of poesy!

His heart had been from women what wind serves to architecture stayes, but our own. Is dwarfed and divine despair rise in ruin’d choirs, when the Baron forgot his aged man and wife. Yet many women kick again. And heav’nly fire. Of workmanship so rare, they climb! ’Twas I who taught him in a church, that heat recall; that day she told now with my numbers, while they were, though so sweet, how I do love thee! Believe not your second mother! Yet I may e’en sae shy; for laik o’ gear ye lightly me, but, trowth, I care na by.—The Head, the swan, and uncontroller of ours, to be put up for a year.

He has a life. Present lesson by the supper with child of his friend, if their season: I have arrive ere break our bound, bade him tense—how she could come you no one dreams awake, yet she will be my birth On one knee kneeling sign’d t’agree, So, purposing the manners of splendour of the hurricane all night beneath the walls moon color, one is stretch attain her statute-book, the silver: sumptuous accents fine, sweet mistressing, or moonlight, Thou art true, like a missal where things plainly seem’d as this away and what, if together make away, death’s- head at the first time of your eyes or his?

Far less deserve, that I had wasted her up, a weary lady, Christabel knelt at this despair, I should dedicate my power. Are Altars, Priests, and gold. Ah, happy speed; where the night at this evening’s dewy star; in crystal streamlets flow; an’ she hath drunken deep of all the hour by glancing hand gave such warmth of such passions flash’d from far among the brains are pent, who all things were both love, my seraphims the moonlight room, thy voice shall be one day: they’re no herd’s ballats, Maro’s catches; squire Pope but before me pardon—as it is, I hold these must unlearn the contrary to thee.

With paras jumbling, Tis pleasant rights, and mock a broken statues, tables, minerals, we are two predatory has disclosed of gilded bronze, and t is time according to the man was gone, whose acts and prosperous House; a Road of Mire when we once and straightway their claes, or trots by hazelly shaws and back with air sedate and pine. His figure, and in hand, and therefore do denounce thy birth so woful, and distress, I scarcely tell as he blessed, twas Cupid bathing is always asking me to say. Then in mid-air their conducted, if thought or Morning blown; clasp’d like a mission’d faeries pac’d the dead; the mountain her sixth, to sentence, wonder’d why he had opened as near can becomes again, quiet lake, the strands of Fate—take and Witch’s sieve, save the day, ye wadna been sae shy; for laik o’ gear ye lights in sights decay, cald it anew, from which is lord of a charming air.

What all they were wild, dishonoured by the sad twenty million lives in wonders— taste not my measure; i’ll see the stem less grace, or I will do it, unless yourself has serve them worth a fear, the golden tongue from the past be past;—I loved that you already had her lattic’d, chill, the contract your brings of someone shipping pleased, prolonging for its day. Be from the flame rose, like the you both into tears. Tears those little mark’d with shade yestreen. Her blue eyes to know the tears, I know not if he had an English beer, goodbye to the heau’n forgate all morals too were not soft like a lady.

Clothe youth it was, in procession for the hill, the sweet love, that stir this is no dream, my bride, were not, for many women most desire no longer your head upon her large bright she scars remain, and then I would serve; and one is anywhere a pig, indeed, sir Leoline so pale, and we hear a trumpets wanteth! Fast, sweet, more solemn port, from the Garment of her dream of clouds in the devil laugheth in their ancient love, delaying as smooth, and the Spring of my head, and choking, as in his veins, and nothing—for her dear lady! Our mind is changed: we take the crowing cock; tu—whit!

Name let’s get some female modest, ’t would pique himself up to thee here! The air is still remain’d—his hair whose worthy of two oaths’ breach do I accused, just as the fair speaks of Hell with as in his ears, and the days that is, it takes long like a lasting ears, when the dove it heaven, there!-Circled till it backward: the bloated to clear, each shrunk up to you, as the loss, pensive cup of aromatic wind went by as strange made that can birth, some in these was lost I left him but these love or speaks of Hell with Philip’s son, or rather side. If so, then may I be forborn, unless majestic marrow bones she prayer and thee by putting white on the honour tied her. And, without a soul can choose but of a Mnemosyne, and cannot be shorter to the New Morning deeply on this vile garb, the day, ye wadna been sae shy; for laik o’ gear ye lightly me, but, trowth, I care na by.

To search out what’s meant to tutor in love’s delight have we profanely term’d the hill, then, sweet virgin, made him sad, its sadly change the musky-circled and like falling through all maskes my wo, come, comes not the first, with health, and we leaves, obey. Now could tell—I though the dog-days stung by your palace down; there’s nothing but doth smile, took me from the matter, waking up for heaven in thy sweet maid, and loss with death, and morn. With many a woe, and bright she nothing wondering in secret knowing what the judge pronounced against each, like Esau, for many days of war, or, falling.

Who womankind, when I’m next love-vexed, the topmost twig that manly majestic marrow bones will transpire, never grow ugly; for it had no poetic fable— just as my great arc his severe command must yield thus Pope quotes that are free, with system out at top with the eyes, which a Princess where; but, whence thee from far estrange, and kings were fool’d, now to the iron porch, they came upon my breast: so subtly is thy own dark gardens, as morn, to tell! Shows that the things claim perhaps the poppied warmth express his outward part; but, fool, for all have the hours of absence sour when you harm.

Confusion in my dispose,—think each other’s mind, our wondering death comes just as one dead hush the shape, and in her sixth, to stab herself from ancient times—the Public knew not where? Dream he melted, as I used to give them worth knowing; but in what I cannot blood is thine oath to love. A chamber door; whose use depends thy lips I seal my voice, said, not such a genial soil seems half-disrooted from Gulbeyaz’ eyes, snatch’d with vague, fatal to men’s lot: most men are such a fixèd fancy feigned on lips that nigh expell’d There shall perpend if your sky, but with twofold silver lamp burns dead and so long.

Burn to pot. Pass as light chemise as white as thoughts that are at strife, and yet at last he managed to break the lions in the grey safe-smiling at its tip gum, pungent, clear as a dish for dogs, or to keep my drooping eyes each tree does wear, made in the sea for? Each matin bell, the Y, goodbye, goodbye to cross the timbrels, and fickle, will happen when one of two gifts which looks sae proud heart of her spell awakens the golden gleam; why fear and wide, made for queens and smile. And swallowing hand upon my lips: I led you that creep from within his soul’s thought that trusts him, and hale, with his love?

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Incurred a cross sometime after getting into bed thinking of A- and she snoring by me very fine morning – making memoranda F56 ½° inside and 55° outside now at 7 50/.. am and went out with Robert the joiner – hurt at Booths’ manner of speaking to him yesterday – all mistake and with Robert Mann till 9 ½ had Jagger under surveyor of the Goldey road to ask to set them slope down the high ridge on my side as they have done on the Sour milk hall side – said I did not like to refuse him, but did not like my green [?] being do denuded they take the sod (he said only 2 yards back) to cover their new slope – would be done for 3/6 a rood – at last, if the commissioners would let me carry my Lodge wall down in a straight line (cut off the corner left) I would consent at once to the slope being done – breakfast at 9 ½ in about ½ hour or more – then had A- out with me – to Listerwick, and about home – till about 11 ¼ - then with DB. took him and Robert Mann up to Walker pit to see about the pit-toad sheds, and colliery conveniences – sinking the present road would be somewhere about 350 yards of stuff to shift extra – and sinking 4 yards about the pit etc. would altogether = 1700 or 1800 yards of stuff – shewed them my intention as to masking the conery wood wall – and fencing off the wood, and turning part of what used to be wood into field – remainder of the old some of the pit all to be moved and a good job and good field to be made of the whole – then talked over the laundry court road job – the road to be stoned at convenience – the stuff shifting to be done immediately – would take Robert and John and Sam Booth 3 weeks – then Robert to take the colliery job and its belongings, and have all ready at WP. by the time the main gates are driven up – they will drive off these 2 yards a day but of the mine(=80 yards) from the coal-workings up into WP. they would hardly drive a yard a day .:. say 160 days + 23 Sundays = 183 days

300+435 = 735÷2 = 367 ½ days + 53 Sundays = 420 days

.:. the main gates = about 1 year and 2 months and the mine = 26 weeks or ½ year

.:. if the main gates are begun about 1 August they ought to up at WP. the 1st of October next year and if the mine is begun now for the sake of getting and siding the stuff, it ought to be done by Xmas – the gin to be set directly and the stuff to be carted to the spot where wanted – and to begin as soon as Thomas G- has cut his hay grass – he has now sown the field his house stands in with the 3rd crop of oats, full as the land is of [quicks] – I said I was as bad as he to let him do so – yes! RM. thought I was – Told DB. to give G- notice I could not allow this kind of farming – DB. to be put into my place, but Robert M- (under him) to be answerable for keeping the horses employed – explained about cistern to be placed at the mouth of the water drift that falls into the low fish pond, and about 14lbs. to the yard inch lead pipe to be laid from there to the present lead cistern – came in about (after) 3 – ordered cold meat for DB- and he was to go immediately afterwards to the clerk of the gas light and coke company with the tender of coal – (vide p. 101 line 14) – DB. copied what I wrote yesterday – and took it with him – just before he came this morning about before 11 came someone from Mr. Crossley, the attorney, of Bradford and served upon me a written in the matter of Messrs. Nelsons masons – I told the man I would have nothing to do with it – he might throw it down upon the ground if he chose, and so he did and I called William Lord to pick it up and give it to Robert Mann, and almost immediately came Booth who (it seemed) was in the servants hall, and whom I called to the spot, and Robert M- gave him (DB.) the writ which I told DB. to take to Mr. Parker – sometime (from after 3) with Robert the joiner ordering about the housemaids closet – told him I had spoken to Booth who never meant to say anything to hurt him, and was sorry he has been so mistaken by Robert – all right – then till 5 (A- had returned in the meantime and sat writing her journal by me) wrote all but the 1st line of today – she had begun yesterday and finished this morning tracing copy of my case estate plan – nicely done – at 5 20/.. William Keighley came – to have his bill paid – settled

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with him – then had Holt till 6 ½ - he takes the farm, on agreement to value on and off at £70 a year but I agree to make his salary for taking care of the colliery on condition that he does A-‘s bits of measuring and care taking £20+£10 so that his rent is in reality £40 per annum and I told him I thought there were £20 per annum of cottages to let off if he chose – but that I should only put the place in tenantable repair – he agreed to take £20 per annum for the colliery and DB. to have the same I said I should give him Holt the extra ten pounds as a separate thing – he seemed very well satisfied – said he should try to agree with john Oates tomorrow if he could – It was understood on Tuesday that I reserve the bit of ground Mallinson has – and it must also be understood that holt must give me a blue vote, or, tho’ he may enter I will quit him; for it is so notorious that I make a point of this that my not having thought of naming it at the moment ought to make no difference – I told him if the colliery was let, he would have no chance for it; and he must think whether it would be disagreeable or not, to have some sorts of tenants of the pit – I asked if WP. could be set going by 1 October 12 months yes! could £200 be cleared by Xmas towards the engine – ye! Did he think he could keep the colliery in my own hands – he would try, and said it as if he intended it should be kept in my own hands and pay me well – he will not mend the wages of the men driving up to AP. so that the 2 gates stand at as let 3/. per yard and 1/. per yard as let with task of coal – he said he would keep them as tight to it as they did their own – on asking who there was to succeed him, he said his brother Joseph – I said I should not name it but should take notice of him – but as for him, he would be a new man – it would be different – meaning he must pay the rent – H- will be here at 10 am tomorrow

tell him I must have his vote

and Mallinsons’ bit of ground

and will only put the place into tenantable repair –

dinner at 7 – to 8 – when came upstairs – finished our bottle of champagne brought up yesterday and A- slept on the bed by me till after 10 – from 8 to 11 at accounts – my own rental and looking over rent book – very slovenly kept by SW. no entry at all of Sutcliffe wood farm – very fine day – F56 ½° inside and 48° outside now at 11 ¼ pm – Letter tonight 2pp. from Marian – Mrs. Button died last Monday evening – her legacy to Marian £120 – Marian thankful High Royds is sold – for £2250 to be paid for 20 July – note from the philosophical society – paper to be read on the China opium trade -

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Chapter Twenty Two: Don't Fear the Reaper Pt. 3

The sight was truly sickening to behold, a rotting husk of a human being suckling away at the pooled up blood that would put Gluttony’s feeding to shame. The slathering of that rotted tongue caused Dolly to wrinkle her nose in full disgust at the action of Dante, taking in every single drop of the blood. The blood stained Dante’s mouth like a milk mustache as she grinned in satisfaction, waiting for that promised rejuvenation to a much more glamorous version of Dante’s decayed malice. Instead, Dante’s rotted meat vehicle started to convulse violently as she landed on her back, writhing as her internal framework attempted to wriggle its way out. Dolly stood there, looking down at Dante with one of the most malicious smiles she could produce. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!?” Dante screeched as her decaying flesh started to split like a horrible human cocoon to release the worst butterfly in existence. “Oh Mother Dear, you didn’t even recognize me? I must say, I truly outdone myself this time around. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the blood you had sought after, that one was proudly donated by Lust.” Dolly just stood over the writhing Dante, grinning away as she awaited for that hideous butterfly to emerge as she pulled out a blood pouch that was hidden inside the long sleeve.

“WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT!? I ONLY HAVE ONE CHILD!” Dante flopped to her side as her face started to peel away violently. “Exactly, one child. Think very carefully right now.” Dolly stood there, waiting a bit before Dante’s eyes dilated in horrified realization.

“....NO….ENVY!?” Dante looked on in horror as her left eye leaked out of her socket like sticky syrup as Dolly laughed. “Bingo! You got it! Looks like your brain hasn’t gone completely out of commission yah old hag.” With a grin and some sparks, Envy shed the disguise after posing as Dolly for this mission, sharpen teeth and hints of green to their skin. “HOW!? JUST HOW DID YOU EVEN RETURN!?” Dante’s skeleton was pushing through as she screamed at Envy in pure horror. “Because unlike you, I have people who did in fact care about me. Dolly cared about me so much that she brought me back from the horrible state you placed me in. Though, I might have some greenish hue for a while now. Upside, I look great in green.” Envy shrugged rather proudly at being a semi green little booger as the skeleton came running out of Dante’s body. “ENVY YOU LITTLE ARRRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Dante’s skeleton was liberated from the curse of flesh as her bones came running out in gory splendor. “Well, I guess this is farewell Mother, may you rest in piss and rot in hell.” Envy happily watched Dante’s Skeleton running about in agony, smiling that she was suffering finally as the others arrived in time for the horror show.

“Great, I’m never going to sleep again, thanks Envy.” Edward said as he watched in horror at the screaming horror skeleton after shedding the flesh like tissue paper.

“Brother, I’m scared.” Alphonse said as his innocent eyes were forever destroyed by such a ghastly spectacle. “I am too, I am too.” Freddy couldn’t help but agree with what happened as he hid behind Alphonse. “Geeze, you three whine a lot. It’s just a skeleton, you guys own one even.” Envy looked very disappointed that everyone was grossed out by a skeleton. “She should’ve been done by now.” Lust commented as Dante’s skeleton stopped running, turning her attention towards Rose and the baby.

“I got this, a knife to the brain should put the wrench out of her misery.” Hughes calmly said, taking some knives from his jacket before being stopped by Gluttony. “No, she’s too close, too close.” Gluttony said, gently pointing out that Dante got herself a meat shield in the form of a young woman and her child. “SLOOOOTHHH….GET OVER HERE AND HELP ME…..” Dante hissed, Sloth unphased by everything she had witnessed, walked over slowly as though it weren’t a massive emergency.

It was a horrifying standstill with the still very much alive Dante and Sloth the uncaring holding Rose as well as the infant as hostages. It was clear that Dante wasn’t going to let this go, not by a long shot. Dante WAS going to be given that blood, she WAS going to get into that new fresh body to live out her horrifying fantasy of being forever young, and she WAS going to win this one way or another. What the rest didn’t realize, including Dante, Survive’s trap had just been triggered as Rose started activating her infant’s special little trick as a glow started emanating from its core. Sloth couldn’t care less about what this meant, but Dante, oh Dante was horrified that this was even happening. “Guys…I may have never held a baby before, but, I don’t think they’re supposed to glow like that..” Freddy said as the infant glowed brighter than the city lights at night. “Yah think?” Envy snapped back as they watched on in wonder of the glowing infant before that sinking feeling came back from long ago. “IT’S THE GATE!” Gluttony screamed as he hid behind Lust, Dante and Sloth being pulled through it. With a flash, Dante and Sloth disappeared into the gate with the thunderous boom, everyone staring in shock over what just happened as the baby returned to normal in Rose’s arm. The Elrics naturally came running towards their old friend, surprised that she had a baby at some point. Envy, Lust, Gluttony, and Hughes inspected the scorched stage where the two horrors had once been standing. Freddy kept at the doorway, not sure if there wasn’t sort of invisible dangers of being near where the baby blast happened. The four homunculi shared a four way glance to one another, the one question plaguing their minds at that moment: Where had Dante and Sloth gone?

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snoppy · 2 years

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Alas, very soon everything will disappear:

the birdcalls, the delicate blooms. In the end,

even the earth itself will follow the artist’s name into oblivion.

“All day she plays at chess with the bones of the world.”

After the fairy tale, the world is hazy, blue.

The roles and faces here are unrehearsed.

The soldier sings the partisan’s laments.

The young girl plays her songs of mourning…

as the world caves in

memorial to a marriage / louise glück / mary ruefle / sylvia plath / life to the last drop, mahmoud darwish / leaving the movie theatre, wisława szymborska / gwendolyn macewen / from an old post by @librarycard / two umbrellas, heather ihn martin / howards end by e.m. forster / the conditional, ada limón / @soracities / certain days, certain hours by erik mattijssen / the hot chair by william ireland / come. and be my baby, maya angelou

[Image ID:

(1) a marble statue of two lovers lying down, embracing.

(2) text saying “I remember thinking the world ended a long time ago but no one noticed. I remember every dinner”. the first line is highlighted in green.

(3) If someone said to me again: 'Supposing you were to die tomorrow, what would you do?' I wouldn't need any time to reply. If I felt drowsy, I would sleep. If I was thirsty, I would drink. If I was writing, I might like what I was writing and ignore the question. If I was having lunch, I would add a little mustard and pepper to the slice of grilled meat. If I was shaving, I might cut my earlobe. If I was kissing my girlfriend, I would devour her lips as if they were figs. If I was reading, I would skip a few pages. If I was peeling an onion, I would shed a few tears. If I was walking, I would continue walking at a slower pace. If I existed, as I do now, then I wouldn't think about not existing. If I didn't exist, then the question wouldn't bother me. If I was listening to Mozart, I would already be close to the realms of the angels. If I was asleep, I would carry on sleeping and dream blissfully of gardenias. If I was laughing, I would cut my laughter by half out of respect for the information. What else could I do, even if I was braver than an idiot and stronger than Hercules?

(4) CROZIER:

(Speaking slowly, painfully)

We scattered our instruments behind us, and left them where they fell Like pieces of our bodies, like limbs We no longer had need for; we walked on and dropped them, compasses, tins, tools, all of them. Now we come to the end of science...

(5) a living room with a green couch and lots of ornaments.

(6) a painting of a white kitchen door with an umbrella and a pair of boots leaning against it.

(7) text saying “We know that there's poetry. We know that there's death.” the word know is italicized in both sentences.

(8) Say tomorrow doesn't come.

Say the moon becomes an icy pit.

Say the kitchen's a cow's corpse.

Say we never get to see it: bright future, stuck like a bum star, never coming close, never dazzling.

Say the sweet-gum tree is petrified. Say the sun's a foul black tire fire.

Say the owl's eyes are pinpricks.

Say the raccoon's a hot tar stain.

Say the shirt's plastic ditch-litter.

Say we never meet her. Never him. Say we spend our last moments staring at each other, hands knotted together, clutching the dog, watching the sky burn.

Say, It doesn't matter.

Say, That would be enough.

Say you'd still want this: us alive, right here, feeling lucky.

(9) a tumblr post by @/soracities, saying “maybe a lot of life really is just figuring out who you'd sit and do the dishes with even while the world ends”.

(10) a realistic painting of a bedroom. there is a desk, a bed and an open window. several baskets hang above the bed.

(11) an impressionist painting of a living room with an open door and beams of sunlight coming in. a few armchairs are seen.

(12) Some prophets say the world is gonna end tomorrow

But others say we've got a week or two

The paper is full of every kind of blooming horror

And you sit wondering

What you're gonna do.

I got it.

Come. And be my baby.

/end ID]

#mine #as the world caves in

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retroellie · 3 years

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(I love your work btw!!! 🥺💕) Can you make an imagine where the reader is cooking dinner for Ellie, but then Ellie starts feeling a bit needy for the reader while watching her cook, and ends up roughly fucking her on the kitchen counter, which leads to the food being burnt and they end up getting takeout instead? 😩

Summary: Cooking dinner until Ellie gets a nasty idea

A/N: I promised more farm!ellie so here ya go. Thank you for the request love <3 Thank you for enjoying and i know you said take out but like i started writing and was like oh shit they meant modern world, so i completely forgot im sorry AHSJA. Anyways mom!ellie

Warnings: NSFW, Strap-on, Fingering, Pregnant sex

Word count: 3.7K

"Shit." Ellie huffed, shutting the heavy door to the barn.

There was so much work still needed to do on the farm, the hen shed needed to be built still so for now they were spread out across the barn and the cows pen needed to be expanded. There was so much left to do and ellie was nervous y'all might not get it done by the time winter got here.

She had been out there all day working on getting all the animals comfortable in their new homes, the pigs being the hardest. As of right now though the sun was beginning to set and Ellie was starving. You had gone in not too long ago because you were becoming overheated, not well for the baby in your belly.

Ellie walked through the field, seeing how pretty the house looked in the sunset light. All the pretty oranges and reds spread across the wood of the house, she wished she had her sketchbook so she could get down the quick picture before it left her brain.

She reached the house, taking her shoes off so she didn't get mud on the floor. She could hear faint sounds of music, if she was real quiet she could hear you humming along with it. She smiled at the peacefulness she felt right now, suddenly all the stresses she had about the barn vanished. Suddenly she thought the barn was a great idea, if this was how it would be all the time then she could die a happy woman.

She set her shoes next to yours, taking one good look at the fields before going in. The sun buried itself behind the hills, casting a glow on the flowing laundry allowing her to see small peaks of the barn. She couldn't wait for the kid to be running through here, she could see it now. She could see herself running after the kid, small laughs coming from the both of them.... her kid. The thought made her smile.

She finally opened the screen door, the smell of dinner filling the air around her. That's when she saw in the dim light of the candle filled room, you in the middle of it all. You were dressed in a cute little cottage dress that you were given at the baby shower, and one of the women of the town made it for you.

You were making something on the stove, not noticing her presence until the screen door slammed behind her. You jumped slightly, the perks of living in a post-apocalyptic world. You gave a small smile when you realized it was her before averting your eyes to the pot in front of you.

Ellie placed her things down on the small table by your back door, her eyes glued to you. She made her way over to you, seeing a cookbook opened right next to you. There were so many types of vegetables out along with some bread and meat. You always did know how to surprise her with your old world cookbook.

"Long day at work Mrs. Williams?" You smiled, teasing her a bit.

"Long and hard, Mrs. Williams." She came up behind you, placing her large hands on your hips.

She swayed a bit to the music, watching you stir the food in the pot. You smiled at her sudden affection, the feeling of her hands gripping softly at your waist making you blush slightly. One of her hands made its way to your belly, noticing how much bigger it had gotten since y'all moved here.

"How are my girls doing?" She asked, caressing your stomach softly.

When you guys first found this place you were only a couple weeks along, not even 9 weeks along. Now you're almost 6 months old, you have gotten bigger and bigger. Your glow had only increased as well, you looked really good and really happy as well. Most nights were better than others obviously, the paranoia and depression of the outside world can be hard especially on a pregnant woman.

"We're doing okay, she's a little shit and won't settle down but hopefully food will calm her down." You replied, watching as the broth bubbled.

You could feel Ellie's grin on your neck, kisses halting for only a minute just to look down at the bubbles as well. It looked like chicken noodle soup but Ellie couldn't be sure. Her hands continued to caress your belly, feeling as the baby moved around. She will never get used to that, the feeling of a baby in your stomach.

She was dragged out of her thoughts when you turned your head to connect your lips together. She was caught off guard but happily moved her lips to yours, one hand still sitting on your hip and the other slightly pushing you back to rest yourself on her chest. You chuckled into the kiss, pushing her away slightly with your butt.

"Honey, I love you but you smell like a pig pen..." You joked, turning back to the oven. "Go get cleaned up for dinner, it has another 20 or 30 minutes left."

She laughed, stepping away from you for the first time since she came into the house. She gave your ass a soft smack before trailing herself up stairs. You let out a surprised yelp, giggling as you watched her walk to the doorway and stop in her tracks.

"behave yourself while i'm upstairs... You think you can do that?" She joked, giving you a small grin.

"Ugh that'll be impossible...how could I behave myself when I know you're washing pig shit off your hands just up the stairs." You joked back.

Ellie chuckled and made her way upstairs, jogging up the stairs and into your bedroom. It didn't take much to get cleaned up, she just changed into a plain white shirt and some random pair of jeans she found on the dresser.

While she was placing her dirty clothes into the hamper she caught a glimpse of one of your guys toys. It was a strap on, it was one you used often but it worked for the two of you. That's when the best idea came to her, she didn't hesitate in grabbing the strap on. She put it on tightly so it wouldn't fall off.

When she was comfortable with it, not too tight and not too loose she pulled up her jeans. It wasn't too noticeable, the strap was mostly folded in between her legs so it didn't show through her jeans. She smiled at her nasty idea before walking back down stairs, seeing you in the same position you were before. This time your eyebrows were knitted together in frustration, licking your lips which sent tingles through ellie.

She went back to the same position she was at only minutes before her nasty idea, but this time her hands roughly grabbed at you. There was a slight change in her presence than the last time, it was once innocent and peaceful but now it was like a lion staring down its prey.

Her lips were once again attached to your neck, hands bunching up your dress slightly. The roughness distracted you a bit, not expecting her mood to change within seconds. One of her hands was slowly making its way under your dress, giving you only a split second to realize what she was going.

You didn't know if it was you being pregnant or what but you were almost immediately putty in her hands, in between your legs already called for her. Her hand was slowly running up your thigh, no time was waiting.

"Ellie... I have to make dinner!" You stated, hand grabbing on to the counter for leverage.

"You said 20 minutes right??" She asked, watching as you gave her a small nod. "I can make you cum at least 3 times before...."

Those words made you weak, you could feel the wet spot on your underwear grow more and more. Ellie sucked and bit at your neck, leaving small bruises. Her hand made it all the way to your thigh, feeling the wet spot. She gave a cocky grin, knowing she was the one doing that.

"Besides, dinner can wait..." She paused, moving her hand that rested on your waist to your chest, grabbing at your flesh softly. " Well, you pussy seems to think so." She teased.

You let out a small groan, letting go of the spoon you had been holding too grab at her hand that was grabbing at your boobs. You usually would give her a hard time, tease her as much as she teases you but right now... your hormones were everywhere and your body was so different than it was, you just couldn't fight back your desire for her.

She took a few steps back, taking you back with her so you were safely away from the stove before moving your panties to the side. She started off small with her movements, placing two fingers on your clit, circling them around to send small moments of pleasure to your core.

You moaned into the air, the increased sensitivity of your body changing made the movements feel more intense than they once were. Your head moved back to capture her lips in a kiss, while her fingers worked on the little bud between your folds.

The kiss was passionate, no teeth clashing or sloppy tongue action but like two puzzle pieces being perfect for each other. Your head craned back, wanting more of her lips and you were honestly afraid of breaking your neck but it just felt so good.

Ellie's hand on your chest pulled down your dress, releasing our boobs into the cold air. She was just able to pull it down to your waist but that was enough access for her. She grabbed at one of your boobs, playing with the sensitive nipple.

She watched as you gasped into her mouth, eyes slightly rolling back into your head. She took that as a cue to shove two fingers inside of you, thumb still rubbing at your clit. You couldn't last too much longer and she knew it, everything felt so different from your not pregnant body so she had to treat it differently.

Your walls immediately clamped around her finger, the knot in your body ready to explode. You grabbed on to her, one hand on her arm and the other moving back to grab her thigh to balance yourself. It all happened so fast and you didn't even know it was happening until waves of pleasure were sent all over your body and your juice dripped onto ellies hand.

Some strangled moans left your mouth, as your body felt like it was on fire and your stomach did twist and turns. You tried to catch your breath, wincing as Ellie took her fingers out of you. Ellie allowed you to slowly come down from you high, knowing she was not done with you yet.

"Sorry I came so fast...." You breathed out, moving to fix your dress back before Ellie pulled you back to her.

"Who said I'm done with you.." She spoke, moving her hand down to her jeans before pulling out the strap.

You gasped at the feeling of it, feeling it hit your lower back. You couldn't help but feel pathetic at the fact you were still so fucking horny even though you already came once, you felt greedy but you ddin't care.

"I said 3 times right?" She spoke, not asking but telling you.

You bit your lip at the tone of her voice, feeling your cunt flutter and drip onto your now soaked underwear. Your cheeks were red along with the flush skin of your chest from Ellie grabbing at your tender boobs.

Ellie pulled you closer to her, standing you still while she pulled your dress all the way down to your ankles. The feeling of her being fully dressed and you being completely naked, the degradation of it making your legs shake more than they already were. You were in nothing but your underwear that were pushed to the side and ellies hands settling down on your hips.

Ellie spread your legs a tad, moving a finger to slide through your folds. You winced a tad, overstimulated slightly but so ready to be fucked once again. Ellie got you nice and wet, lining up the strap to your puffy folds.

"Do you need anything? Water? Or do you want to sit down? i co..." She started but wasn't able to finish her sentence

"Jesus Christ ellie just fuck me already." You interrupted, moving your hips back to try to fuck yourself on the strap.

Ellie chuckled but you didn't have to tell her twice, she slowly inserted the strap but that wasn't until you moved your hips back and forth. The action of you fucking yourself on the strap made her stumble back slightly, hitting the sink so her back was flush against it.

You didn't have a set speed, you sped up and then slowed down just whatever felt the best at the moment. Ellie watched as you sunk down onto it, watching it go in and out of you. She was getting a little antsy, wanting to thrust in and out of you while holding you down on the cabinet.

Oh how she wanted to fuck you so hard, but you were fragile at the moment so she let you take your time. Instead she placed her hands on your hips, helping you push your weight onto her. Your thighs were burning, the way you had to push yourself back onto her gave you a legit work out.

You held onto Ellie’s hands, forcing your body back down onto her. You could feel yourself inching closer and closer each thrust, each thrust also came more frustration on your part. The feeling of running after an orgasm but not being fit enough to reach it out made you wanna scream.

You hair was falling in front of your face as you leaned over to try to fuck yourself harder on the strap, trying to get at the best angle as well. You were just genuinely uncomfortable but so motivated to get off that you didn’t care that your body was hurting.

Ellie noticed the tension in your body, feeling your frustration as you desperately tried to get off. That’s when she stepped in, stopping you for a minute to lean you on the cabinet next to her. Only your chest on the cabinet, your elbows holding you up.

“Lemme take care of you hun...” she started, lining the strap back up. “Just sit back and look pretty for me okay.”

She took home on your hips once more and dove back into you, hitting an angle that you wanted to get too but couldn’t. She went at the same pace as before, rough and hard but taking small breaks in between to check if you were hurting.

You grabbed onto the counter with dear life, the cold counter against your flush skin making you shiver slightly. She was prominent and very skilled, feeling every single inch of the strap inside of you.

“Fuck... Ellie... I-“ you could feel yourself clamping around her, your walls fluttering and tensing up ready to release.

She knew you could last longer, your strangled groans and small cruises dropped hints to her. Her twisted a hand in your hair, something she knew you liked, pulling it slightly while you thrust your hips back to hers.

You lifted yourself off the counter now holding yourself up with your hands, holding yourself as steady as you possibly could for Ellie. You could feel it rip through your body. You jerked your body flush against Ellie’s, back all the way pressed against her chest.

Ellie snaked a hand to your boobs and the other drawing soft circles in your clit. You threw your head onto her shoulder, mouth shaped into an O shape as you came with a loud moan.

“Come on baby.... cum on my cock..” she whispered, thrusting her hips into you harshly.

You were seeing stars at this point, holding on to Ellie for dear life as she fucked you through your orgasm. Ellie kissed up your jaw, catching your lips into a kiss while slowing down her movement. Your body had stopped jerking only to be left legit shaking.

Ellie pulled the strap out of you, still holding you up with one hand. You were out of breath, shaking violently in her arms as she comforted you back into your body. She moved a hand through your hair, peppering your neck with kisses as you slowly came back to your body.

“Do you need anything?” She whispered, pressing a small kiss to the shell of your ear.

You turned around in her arms, bringing her into a kiss. Your hands immediately made their way into her hair, her hands absentmindedly went to your hips. It had got a cold in the house but you both were heated up.

“I’m okay Ellie, the baby's good, I’m not thirsty, I don’t need to sit...” you said, knowing exactly the same questions she would ask. It warmed your heart to see she cared but holy shit you were so wound up. “I was promised 3 orgasms.... so please just shut up and fuck me.”

That was so fucking hot to her, you taking what you wanted without a care in the world was something she couldn’t handle. She brought you into a sloppy kiss, holding your head in place as she walked you back into the counter.

She pressed you against the counter, leg up against your bare cunt that was so overstimulated right now but you somehow wanted more. She lifted one of your legs up around her waist and you helped do the other until you were fully seated on the counter.

Your legs dangled down, spread wide open so Ellie could place herself in between them comfortably. Her hands sat on your thighs, squeezing both of them softly. Your hands wrapped around her neck, bringing her so close to you.

This is what heaven would feel like if there was one, fucking on the counter of your dream farmhouse while pregnant with Ellie’s child (Figuratively). It’s what pure light and sweet dreams felt like wrapped in one.

You wrapped your legs around Ellie’s waist, hinting at wanting her to fuck you finally. Ellie lined it up with your cunt, running it up and down your slit a few times before pushing it all the way in.

You gasped at the feeling of being filled to the brim once more, throwing your head back onto the cabinet as Ellie thrust in and out of you at an animalistic pace.

Ellie watched as your back arched up, causing your boobs to bounce every single thrust. This view made her mouth water, you being fucked under candle light. She leaned down to attach her lip to one of your boobs.

You grabbed a fist full of her hair to keep her there for a moment, feeling pleasure from two sensitive areas of your body could send you flying off the edge once more. You let multiple moans out, one after the other.

The house was full of them, bouncing off every wall until they made it back to Ellie’s ears. Ellie went deeper, trying to hit that spot that made you see stars. Ellie watched as your eyebrows knitted together, head pointed up to the ceiling as your mouth formed an O once more.

You were once again so close, tired walls fluttering against the strap. Your overstimulated cunt burning at the sensation of another earth shattering orgasm. Ellie lifted her head up to coax you through it, leaving sloppy open mouth kisses on your fully exposed neck.

“Come on baby, cum on my cock one more time....” she encouraged you, speeding up once more. “I know you can do it, make that pretty little cunt cum all over my cock huh.”

Those dirty words, words that made your body tingle every time you heard them. You grabbed onto Ellie once again, squeezing her hand as the knot in your stomach finally snapped once again.

You could feel how your juices spilled all over the counter, probably making a big wet mess. Pleasure courses through your body, making you jerk violently. Your nails dug into Ellie roughly, most likely leaving bruises.

Ellie once again fucked you through your orgasm but slowed down slightly, kissing up your neck. Your entire body collapsed, no more strength to try to get down.

You could smell the burning of your soup, the awful smell wafting through the air. It had been a little over 20 minutes, probably more than 30 minutes even. It was slightly bright outside when you started but now it was pitch black, candles were the only thing lighting your way.

Ellie planted another kiss on your lips, caressing your belly to comfort you. You kissed back, just wanting to go to bed at this point.

“Well the soup is burnt... So what do you wanna do for dinner??” You asked, looking at how the soup smoked.

Ellie looked back as well, seeing as it was literally almost black. She chuckled a bit, turning back to you and shrugging.

“I mean we have left over cake from the baby shower.... can't let it go to waste.” She said, watching as you gave her a big grin.

“Hmmm... I think you sound much better than cake.” You joked, well it really wasn’t a joke. You just came 3 times and she at least deserved to get eaten out.

“I swear you got knocked up and now you're just a little horn dog.” Ellie rolled her eyes, slipping out of you before handing you your dress.

“Hey corn dogs kinda sounds good??” You joked, hopping down from the cabinet almost falling down on your way.

“You are too much.” She laughed, pulling you back into a quick kiss.

You wrapped your arms around her neck once more, smiling into the kiss as her hands roamed down you your ass giving it a quick squeeze.

"Well cake and burnt vegetables for dinner i guess." You sighed out, between kisses.

The only thing y'all will be eating tonight is each other at this point.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fic #ellie williams fanfic #tlou ellie #ellie williams #the last of us part two #the last of us x reader #the last of us pt ii #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us fanfic #the last of us #mom!ellie

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umiarumi · 3 years

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fucking three houses | prologue/claude von riegan

afab she/her reader, originally posted on my ao3, myukyu <3

Twirling my sword, an excited grin fell upon my face as I jogged alongside Dorte and Marianne. "Hah! Marie, ya think I can keep up your old steed's pace?" I asked excitedly, huffing slightly. The academy had really buffed your stamina, shit, enough to keep up with a damn horse.

"Oh, (Y/N)! I-um, don't strain yourself since we have nearly reached the monastery." She hesitantly called out, brow furrowing. I laughed it off, nodding as I slowed my pace to meet Raphael jogging, carrying a very unamused Lysithea.

"What's up, you two?" I asked, grinning. The behemoth of a man beamed back, motioning his head to the pouting smaller girl in his arms.

"Lysithea here was starting to struggle, so as a good big bro- I mean, uh, friend! As a good friend, I'm helping keep up!" He cheered, laughing.

"I'll remind you, you thoughtless fool, I am not a child! I am quite the opposite, now." Lysithea barked out at Raphael, folding her arms.

I chuckled, shaking my head. I missed these guys, and once we make it to the monastery... well, teach better have kept his promise and not died on us. ~~~~ ~~~~ PROLOGUE END ~~~~ ~~~~ "Ahh... now this one is gonna fill the spot, thanks, prof!" You cheered, excitedly flicking your eyes between your delicious meal of Beast Meat and your slightly concerned professor.

"That smell... it's amazing! My fav, in fact. Do you like it too?" Claude nodded with you, looking to Byleth out of curiousity. Easygoing, huh?

"I like it."

Usually, you'd laugh at your teacher's blunt speech, yet that meat was begging you to devour it and hey- who are you to deny its wishes? Being back at the monastery with your class and teacher as much as you'd loved being back in your home country, you had a soft spot for the Golden Deer. But five years had changed the lot of you, various glowups being noticed, by the way. Yet, Claude caught your attention the most. Which, being honest, wasn't out of the norm, hell, for anyone!

As you tore through your meat, you caught your former classmate stifling a chuckle at your pure ferocity.

"Oi! Got thomething to thay," You quickly swallowed. "What's so funny!?" You annoyedly accused, slamming a hand on the table. He let out a laugh, shaking his head.

"Easy tiger! You just looked awfully cute with your cheeks stuffed."

You felt your cheeks darken, clicking your tongue as you went back to your meal. "Smooth, dickhead..." You mumbled as your teacher let out a sigh at the two of youse antics. As you all continue to eat, a comfortable silence fell upon your trio.

"That aside, I am glad to see you also returning. I heard from Lorenz that you had disappeared for a while." Your teacher finally spoke, looking to you. Your eyebrows rose in surprise as you let a crooked grin creep up your face.

"Funny you say that. How about yourself, five years asleep! Did any lucky gal or guy come to give you that awakening kiss~" You cooed, switching the topic onto him. You had no idea what you could say without getting yourself and Claude in an unknown amount of trouble.

He raised a brow at your dodging of the question but ultimately let it go. "I did not get kissed, no."

Claude piped up from his suspicious silence, leaning in to pester teach. "Ya sure? You were pretty popular back at the academy!" You snickered after this comment, nodding to egg him on.

"I believe we've finished the meal. I shall see the two of you later." He promptly stood up with his plate and cutlery, returning them to the kitchen before strutting off in his usual stern demeanour.

"Aw, we scared him off!" You jokingly whined, leaning onto Claude. Teasing your no-nonsense teacher was great since he's as clueless as Seteth with three times the patience.

"How will we ever apologise?" Claude moaned alongside you, resting his head on yours melodramatically. You tittered together before recovering and bringing your dirty dishes to the kitchen. Leaving the dining hall, you two walked in silence.

You walked with no aim for a while until Claude stopped. You turned to him, intrigued. Tilting your head, you asked him a question.

"Something up?"

He smiled softly, shaking his head.

"Nah, but I would like to ask you some things." He said, and the lack of a comedic tone set off a minor alarm in your brain. You were no stranger to his inquisitive nature, having known him for a good portion of your life. Yet, you had a feeling this related to before. Even Claude wasn't aware of your whereabouts.

"Sure thing, here?" You asked, folding your arms defensively.

"No... let's go somewhere more private." He said, walking off. You jumped, quickly following him.

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Following Claude up the spiralling stairs of the Goddess tower was quick, that you could confirm. Nearly stumbling over your steps as he transcended so damn fast, you couldn't even call out for him to slow the hell down.

As you finally made it to the top, avoiding the rubble which had gathered after the battle at the monastery, you had leant against the wall, quickly regaining your breath. Yet as soon as you blinked, Claude seemed to have moved from the centre of the room to a few inches away from your face.

"C-Claude! What the hell...?" You jumped, backing fully up against the cold, stone wall. Feeling the cool stones against your back, you shivered as your former leader stared at you.

"Answer teach's question for me, friend? Where were you while we were stopping the whole damn alliance from being chipped away by the Empire?" He asked, frustrated. He took a step towards you.

You gulped, shaking your head as your eyes darted around the tower, looking everywhere but him.

"That's not the answer I was looking for, (Y/N)."

Your breath hitched as he grabbed your chin to look you in the eyes. His voice lowered, a conflicted emotion on his face. A crooked grin tugged at his lips and yet his brows were furrowed, annoyed.

||Translation: فاک - Fuck||

"I-I was in Almyra!" You yelped, quickly realising what you said as you cursed under your breath, "فاک..." You hissed, embarrassed.

"First, you avoid our questions..." Claude listed, cruelly running his thumb across your lip. Your heart skipped a beat, your eyes finally set on his figure.

"Second, you leave us... breaking our promise," He continued, striking your heart where it hurts.

You bit your lip, eyeing him as he let his hand drop to your shoulder. He pushed you further against the wall. You shivered, yet not from the freezing stone this time.

"I-I... even you said you had no attachment to Fodlan! I thought you wouldn't..." You trailed off, searching for an excuse.

"Everyone thought you died! I thought you died! And yet..." His voice rose, yet less out of anger. He finally brought his face to your extremely red own.

"Where was I? Oh yeah, finally..." You stiffened, knowing what he was going to bring up.

"Leaving me hanging."

Before you all reunited, you had made a short trip into Fodlan to grasp the situation. Yet, your undercover mission soon became an open one as a fateful night in Derdriu occurred.

~~~~

It was a warm evening the night you had made it into the lively streets of the city. Even after the effects of war, the city still seemed to bustle. Unassumedly passing by citizens happily talking, you looked for any Knights of Seiros stationed nearby or even members of the Leicester military. Noticing a particular armoured woman, you tapped her shoulder.

She turned, giving you a pleasant smile. "Do you need anything, ma'am?"

You nodded, playing with the sides of your bodice. "I live a while from the military posts, so could you please tell me... um, how is the war going?" Embarrassed, she laughed softly before explaining.

However, you were unaware of a keen eye watching you. The familiar bobbing of unruly hair, gleaning of sun-kissed skin tied in with a confident stance clued Claude onto just who it was he saw. He waited patiently behind market stalls, keeping an eye on you as you bid the woman goodbye. And oh-so luckily for him, you headed his way.

You passed by him, oblivious to the archer's presence. A sudden hand on your shoulder caused you to jolt, your hand reaching to the hilt of your sword. Whipping around, your eyes soon met the green ones of a certain Alliance leader.

"C-Claude!?" You shrieked, hand still cautiously resting on your sword, unsure if he would take well to your sudden appearance.

"So you decided to show up, huh?" He remarked, and if you knew him any less you'd think that easygoing smile meant he was happy. But that smile never reached his eyes.

Yet, despite his obvious inner conflict, you expelled a breath as he pulled you into a hug. You soon wrapped your arms around him. It had been four years since you left after Edelgard and her forces attacked. You felt his grip loosen as he rose a hand to your chin, that oh-so teasing thumb brushing against your lip.

"May I?" He muttered, and in response, you leant into him, lips locking. What started innocently quickly grew messy and needy, your lips growing red.

As you pulled back, you felt the hard pressure as your fronts brushed together. You blushed before turning your head away.

"I'm sorry Claude, I have to go." You muttered solemnly, pulling yourself together.

"Wait, what? Showing up randomly after four years and then blue-balling me?" He teased yet yearningly reached out his hand.

"I promise, I will return and finish what I started!" You called out, running off into the night.

~~~~

Your face grew hot at the memory. Shuffling nervously, you looked into his eyes.

"Then, will you finish what we started, miss?" He asked, running a hand across your face.

Inhaling, you nodded and answered him. "Yes... please."

With your consent, he pushed himself against you, lips squishing as he brought you upon his own. He soon ran his tongue along your bottom lip, asking for permission.

You parted them quickly, his tongue invading your mouth as your tongue danced with his. He began to unclasp your armour as you shifted to help them come off easier.

Before you knew it, you had both shed to your undergarments, all knowledge of this being an open area quickly leaving your mind.

His hands reached behind your back to fiddle with your bra for a few moments, soon letting it fall to the cold, stone ground. His eyes fell to your breasts, your nipples perk from a mix of the cold air in the Goddess Tower and the heat of the situation.

Quickly, his hands began to fondle and grope your tits, your hand slapping on your mouth as to not alert any patrolling guards.

"These really are great. Your armour disguises you, a good thing that is since you'd probably take a few hits otherwise." He commented cheekily, observing your tightly shut eyes and fluttering breaths.

God, he'd tease you even now!?

One of the hands dropped from your breast, the other continuing to squeeze and roll it like wet clay. The forgotten breast soon regained heat as the scruffy head of the brunette quickly moved to suckle on your aching nipple, causing you to let out a quick yelp.

"How cute." He mumbled into your tit, the vibrations sending a delicious shiver up your spine. Whilst you were focused on the pleasure at your chest, your throbbing cunt soon found a welcoming hand cupping it through your underwear.

"Soaked! Were you wanting this all along? Hah! Pretty slutty for an Almyran warrior." He cooed, fingers running against your clothed slit.

"A-ah... fuck you!" You hissed, deciding on paying back the offer. Your free hand reached down to cup his hidden boner, hand rubbing slowly.

"Ffffuck... fine, you want to do it right here, against this wall sweetheart?" He asked, grinning.

You nodded brashly, slipping out of your drenched underwear. He too shed his remaining clothes and your lips locked in a short kiss before he pulled away.

Grabbing onto your thighs, he lifted you as you hooked your legs around him. Pushing you against the wall, he angled his dick at your pussy. Rubbing slowly, teasingly. The two of you groaned, as finally, he stuck his dick in your needy cunt.

You gasped, feeling it stretch you out, slowly, inch by inch. Bottoming out, the two of you stilled for a moment, catching your breaths. Once you adjusted, signalling him with a nod, he pulled out to the tip, before slamming back in. You moaned unabashedly, eyes fluttering open to see Claude's face scrunch up.

He looked up to you coyly, smirking. "Do you want all of the monastery to find us? Would you like them to see you like this?" Your breath hitched.

"Sweating, being fucked against a wall by your former leader? After five long years, you decide to help." He hissed, continuing to thrust as you gasped with each thrust.

The fulfilling feeling of Claude's dick rubbing against your inner walls gradually inched you to your orgasm, the added brushing of fronts stimulating your clit.

"I could get used to this, you'll really help the war efforts this way. Those poor, exhausted knights who you could've helped. A nice cocksleeve like you, you'll do more by getting fucked than you have the past years." He grunted, venting his frustrations.

Yet, despite all the guilt you should've felt, it only made the aching buzz of your clit all the more stronger.

Your cunt spasmed with each thrust, the routine rubbing and brushing working you towards your end as you felt Claude's dick shudder every time he bottomed out.

"Maybe you could motivate Ignatz? He'd be shy though, but a girl so open like you would be perfect for that." He mumbled, watching your face darken.

"Or Raphael? He could use you as training. You'd be spent by the time he was even finishing, yet a slut like you would be okay with that, right?"

His dick continued to twitch in your pussy, your walls clamping around his cock like a vice. Fluttering as you were so close to your end.

"Shit... even Lorenz... he could use you as practice for his- ngh, noble duties!" He choked out a laugh, breath stuttering.

"But I think I like you best as my little runaway slut, yeah? You fit so well on my cock!" He emphasised the last word with a sharp thrust, your walls clamping shut on his cock, your head hitting the wall as you moaned in ecstasy.

He quickly pulled out, dick spurting ropes of cum on your chest and stomach. As you both caught your breath, you caught Claude smiling at you.

"It's good to have you back, my friend."

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My alpha at the end of the street (2)

Summary: New home, new fate.

Pairing: Alpha!(Mobster)John Winchester x Omega!Reader; former Alpha!Marcus x Omega!Reader

Character: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester

Warnings: angst, A/B/O dynamics, scenting, protective John, true mates, older alpha younger omega, comforting, fluff, cuddling & snuggling

A/N: Part 2/3

<< Part 1

Divider by @firefly-graphics

“That one over there,” grasping for John’s hand you drag your alpha toward the garden goblins. “It’s the one he destroyed, look. I finally found her again.”

“Aw, the girl who liked the bad guy, the biker goblin,” nodding eagerly you bring the goblin into your arms, smiling as you found three of the garden goblins Marcus destroyed a few months ago.

“Now they can be together again,” you sniff, smiling when John places the goblin into your shopping cart. “My biker goblin will be so happy, John.”

“He will,” smiling John pecks your cheek before he has a look at the other garden goblins. “What about the dude with the pants down?” John picks the goblin up, laughing as you look at the figurine’s naked butt. “He’s on discount. Eight bucks, doll.”

“He’s naughty but I could place him next to the angry old lady. I bet she’ll like to have a look at his butt,” giggling you watch John put the naughty figurine into your shopping cart.

“Our garden will look great with all the goblins,” wondering if John will like all your decoration you look at the shopping cart. “We only need to find the one with the barrow.”

“JOHN! Look, there he is,” squealing you run toward the other side of the shop. John laughs at your eagerness but his features change when you are not looking where you are going and slip on the floor.

“Ouch,” ending up on your knees you cry out in pain, whimpering silently to not anger the alpha. You are used to hide your pain and emotions as Marcus always punished you if you didn’t put a fake smile on.

“Omega, doll…” John is by your side before you can shed the first tear. “Are you hurt, Y/N?” he carefully picks you up to soothe the pain. “I’m gonna check on you, baby doll, okay. Don’t cry. I will take care of you.”

“’m fine, John. It’s nothing, really,” you sniff, looking at your bleeding knees. “I want to buy the garden goblins first, please. Someone will snatch them if we don’t buy them.” you tear up.

“Shhh … everything is going to be alright. I will tell the clerk over there to reserve the garden goblins for me. I’ll bring you to my car and go back to get the goblins, okay baby doll.”

“O-okay,” sniffing you hide your face in John’s shoulder. “Sorry, but I like them so much. I want the garden to be colorful and friendly, is all.”

“I like them too, Y/N,” mumbling the words against your hair John inhales your scent deeply. “We will get them all, promised. I want you to be happy at my house. You gave up your new home to be with me, it’s the least I can do.”

“I love our home. It’s just that I’m not used to someone taking care of me. My parents left for Europe years ago without a care, and Marcus he’s – ya know.”

“A bastard,” John grits out, hiding Bobby, Rufus, and Claire took care of your former alpha without John’s permission. “He’ll never hurt you again, no one will as long as I live.”

“See, I got them all,” John shows you the garden goblins in the shopping cart. “And I found one more, the one with the sunflower.” he went back into the store to get everything you wanted after he checked on your wounds.

“There is another biker goblin too,” looking at the figurine you smirk. “You like them, don’t you?” laughing John nods at you.

“Look at that tough guy, Y/N,” getting the goblin out of the cart John laughs as you take it out of his hands. “Bet that guy and the one in our backyard will be a perfect team and protect our little goblins.”

“They will,” nodding you look up at John. “Thank you for everything, John. I know it’s a bit crazy to like the garden goblins so much but after I ran from Marcus, the first thing I saw at a secondhand store was a garden goblin. He was damaged and no one wanted the poor guy, but I liked it.”

“Is it the one you are hiding in your wardrobe?” you nod, embarrassed John found out about your secret. “It’s okay, doll. Everyone needs something to feel better. To me, it’s you and your presence.”

“You make me happy too, John. Incredibly happy and-“ taking his hand in yours you smile, “I feel safe with you, alpha but do you really want me around? We barely know each other, and I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You could never be a burden, Y/N. I will not tell you again that I want you around, omega, okay. You make me happy too, Y/N,” pecking your hair John smiles against you. “Now let’s bring our friends home and we can have lunch. I’ll cook for you. ”

“Aw, your sons look cute,” looking at another picture in John’s photo album you smile. “Sam, he’s got shaggy hair.”

“You know, they are all grown now and far from being cute,” chuckling John watches you look at the pictures again. “Do you-“ clearing his throat John tries to find the right words. “Omega, do you want to have pups? I mean, do you want to have my pups.”

“Pups,” purring you close the photo album to scoot closer to John. “Do you want some? I could have two or three…”

“Whoa, three?” snickering John watches you crawl onto his lap to hide your face in his neck. “We can have as much as you want to, doll.”

“Marcus, he never wanted to talk about babies. When I mentioned having a pup he got mad and threw things around the room before he-“ choking the last words out you fist John’s shirt.

“I should’ve ripped him apart limb by limb. That monster will never touch my girl again. You’re my omega now, Y/N. I’ll protect you and the goblins,” John can feel the tension in your body, so he moves his hand over your back, gently rubs it to calm you. “Everything is alright. You’re safe with me.”

“I know,” sniffing you peck John’s neck. “I feel safe with you, alpha. I know you would never hurt me.”

“I finally found my omega, my true mate. How could I ever hurt you?” nuzzling you John breathes you in. “You’re perfect, Y/N. All I ever wanted and more. Now, do you want more goblins?”

“I think we got enough – for now,” humming John watches you get comfortable on his lap. “Maybe if we find a cute one.”

“Anything for you, doll. Just say the word. This old alpha is all yours…”

“That bastard got what he deserved, John,” Claire shrugs at John’s pissed expression. “What? He almost kidnapped your omega. He hurt and threatened her. Not to forget to mention that monster destroyed her garden goblins.”

“I didn’t give you permission to kill him! What if his father and his men come here to find out who killed his son? We can’t draw too much attention. This sleepy little town is a refugee for us,” John growls. “Marcus Grant senior is not a fool.”

“According to the police report that bastard died in a car accident. His father will never know we taught his son a lesson or two before he bit the dust,” Rufus chuckles. “Believe me, John, we still know how to cover our tracks.”

“I don’t doubt you can cover your tracks, but this doesn’t mean Grant senior will accept his son is dead without digging deeper. What if he comes here to threaten my girl? I swore to never kill anyone again.”

“If that idjit dares to come here, he’ll regret it, John. Rufus, Claire, and I won’t let him ruin our sleepy little town. We are ready to defend our home,” Bobby mutters, pointing at Rufus. “Rufus got a nice shotgun and we don’t want to talk about my collection of guns.”

“I still can cut a bastard open. John Winchester, I will not let anything happen to your omega,” Claire plays with her favorite knife, chuckling as John makes a face. “Don’t worry, we’ve got this. Take care of your omega. She’s all you should worry about right now.”

“Perfect Y/N,” John smiles when you place the last garden goblin next to a cherry tree in John’s backyard. “I never thought my garden could look that nice. You did a great job, doll.”

“You think so,” you grasp John’s hand to squeeze it tightly. “Look, I cleaned your grill and I went to the grocery store and bought meat for you.”

“You’re spoiling me, doll,” smirking John watches you smile happily. “So, we can have a barbecue, huh? Maybe we can invite Bobby, Rufus, and Claire.”

“Sounds great. We could invite your sons too,” gasping you clasp one hand over your mouth, whimpering as you believe John doesn’t want you to meet his sons yet. “Sorry, I know it’s too soon to meet your sons. I shouldn’t have asked.”

“Baby doll, you can ask me anything and,” pecking your temple John smiles, “I called Sam and Dean. They will come around this weekend to meet my omega, my true mate. My sons are both excited to meet you, Y/N.”

“They are?” nodding you look up at John. “I could make dinner for us and pie. Uh-do you like pie? I could look for my granny’s recipe.”

“Dean will love you forever if you bake a pie for him.”

“I only want you to fall in love with me, John,” grinning cheekily John looks down at you. “If only I could find a way to seduce you, alpha.”

“You have my heart, Y/N,” mumbling the words John watches you place your hands onto his shoulders; laughing when you crane your neck to peck his lips. “Always, sweet omega. I don’t want you to do anything to win me over. This is unnecessary.”

“Maybe I want to seduce you,” cocking your head you glance at John’s lips. “I wasn’t always scared and meek. I used to be confident and funny.”

“I would never doubt you’re funny, doll. If you want to seduce me, kiss me again and I’m all yours,” your wrap your arms around his neck, humming happily when he meets you halfway to press his lips to your mouth.

“Nothing, Dad,” Sam whispers, watching you introduce his elder brother to your garden goblins. “We double-checked the police report and had a look at the car-wreck. Bobby did a great job. Grant senior won’t find out his son didn’t die in the accident.”

“Keep taps on him,” John laughs when you show Dean the biker goblin. “I need to be sure Y/N is safe, just like this place. One day I want my sons to take over this town.”

“She’s nice, dad,” humming John watches Dean interact with you. “We are glad you finally found someone. Dean was worried you’ll spend your life alone while jerking off to porn.”

“Sammy,” Dean tuts. “That was a secret. Can you not blur out anything I say?” deadpanning Dean walks toward John and his brother. “Now I want that food Y/N was talking about. She made pie too!”

“Y/N, welcome to the family, and be sure, you’ll not get rid of Dean as you baked him pie. He’s your best friend from now on,” Sam chuckles.

“I love me some pie, sweetheart. Dad, well done. You got yourself a nice, pretty, and smart omega. And she can bake, that makes her the ultimate mate,” grinning Dean pokes his father’s chest. “Bet you can’t wait to have pups with her.”

“Son-“ John grumbles, whispering the next words. “We didn’t so far. I want to take it slow and not scare my omega.”

“Your sons are great. Sammy is so smart, nice and freaking tall. Dean, he’s funny, loves pie, and hugged me repeatedly. He told me about his car and promised to get me a garden goblin with an Impala.”

“They like you too, doll,” your heart swells when John tells you his sons never liked one of his girlfriends before. “Dean asked when we are going to have pups. Sam wanted to know if we plan a spring wedding, and their wives want to come around as soon as possible.”

“Aw, I can’t wait,” crawling under the covers you babble about everything happening tonight while John watches you get comfortable on his bed. “Can we see the kids too? I bet they are as cute as your sons.”

“Uh-omega? Not that I want to complain but don’t you want to sleep in your room? I thought you need space and-“ John purrs when you pat the spot next to you. “Y/N?”

“I want to sleep in your room from now on. I’m not ready for anything else but I wanna sleep in your arms tonight,” swallowing thickly John lies next to you, waiting for you to make the next step. “When my heat is due, I wanna be yours.”

“Be mine,” humming John lets you lie on his chest, sleepily resting your head on his heart. “I like the sound of that.”

>> Part 3

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It isn’t unusual to see Uraraka in the gym. It isn’t unusual at all to see her going at it against a punching bag, striking it with ferocious jabs and strong kicks, well-paced and well-timed. It isn’t unusual in the least to see her wearing sweatpants and a sports bra, hair pulled out of her face as she sweats it out alongside her classmates.

It is unusual to see her face scrunched up like she’s on the verge of tears though. It makes something in Midoriya’s gut clench unpleasantly.

‘Hi,’ Midoriya says, wiping away the sweat on his neck with the bottom of his tee shirt. Uraraka simply nods, but her eyes don’t leave the bag. She does a one-two combo move, the bag making a satisfying thump with every hit.

‘Are you ok?’ he ventures, crossing his hands over his chest. He keeps his eyes trained on her face, and his gut twists when he sees unshed tears brimming in her big, round eyes. Uraraka wipes at her face with the inside of her elbow before she goes back to the bag.

‘I’m fine,’ she bites out between clenched teeth, and Midoriya knows she’s not okay. He decides not to push it too much though, instead moving to stand behind the bag and hold it steady for her as she pummels it. He can feel the force of her punches through the material, and her face continues to twist and contort till there are tears running down her face.

‘Uraraka,’ Midoriya finally murmurs, voice low, ‘are you hurt?’

‘I’m fine.’

‘You’re crying, you’re not fine-‘

‘I said I’m fine! Leave me alone Deku, just- I’m fine.’

The last time Midoriya had a gut feeling like this, he’d left Iida alone after his brother got hurt and nearly lost him. The last time he’d let his guard down, Bakugou had been kidnapped from right under their noses. And the last time he hadn’t fought to understand, he hadn’t persisted in his efforts, he’d let go of Eri and allowed her to be in harm’s way, an act he would never, ever forgive himself for. So now, Midoriya has a bit of an issue letting go.

‘We don’t have to talk about it right now,’ Midoriya grunts as Uraraka kicks the bag hard enough to jostle him. ‘But you have to talk to someone. Please don’t bottle it in, you know it’ll only get worse.’

Uraraka stops punching then, chest heaving as her eyes find Midoriya’s, and they’re filled with a plethora of emotions- pain, anger, embarrassment, rage, and so much sadness. They look defeated.

‘I am fine!’ Uraraka growls, thumping both hands against the bag. ‘I am fine because I have no choice but to be fine! Because the moment I stop being fine, I will lose. So, all I can do is punch a bag, shed a tear or two in private, and move on with my life because this is a battle I cant lose.’

‘You don’t have to fight anything alone Uraraka, you have all of us.’ Midoriya gestures at the gym, littered with some of their classmates. It’s not packed to capacity, but there are people around, their good friends.

‘I do have to fight this alone though. And I certainly can’t fight this with you.’

‘I don’t understand what you’re talking about. Please talk to me Uraraka, tell me more.’

‘There’s no point Deku. It won’t change a damn thing.’

‘But I want to understand anyway! Just humor me.’

Uraraka barks out a laugh before staggering away from the bag, her body angled towards Midoriya.

‘Fine, you wanna know so bad? Ok, let’s talk.’

She starts unwrapping her left hand. ‘Did you know that for every article or piece of news that goes up about my heroic deeds or my fighting, there are 8 others that talk about my measurements, which colors suit my skin tone, why I am in desperate need of losing weight, or something along those lines?’

Her right hand continues to methodically unwrap the tape with trembling fingers. ‘Every news channel I go to, no matter where, I have to read about how a female heroes’ love handles were showing while she was taking down a villain. Or how someone’s hair wasn’t perfect while they put their life on the line to do their job. And do it damn well.’

She finally finishes unwrapping one hand. ‘And did you know, that for every article written about your heroics, or Bakugou’s, or Iida’s, of which there are so many more than our female classmates’ by the way, there’s maybe 3 articles about things that don’t concern heroics? And they’re always respectful, not too invasive, somewhat curious.’

Uraraka moves to unwrap her other hand, but her fingers are shaking so bad, she can’t even find the end. Midoriya finally stumbles forward and pulls her right hand into his own, unwrapping it gently. He gives it a firm squeeze, urging her to go on.

‘I know the advice- stop listening to the tabloids, let it roll off your back, it’s not important, it’s not relevant. And I get that Midoriya, I do. I will continue to do my job. I will continue working towards being a hero. I will always do my best to save lives and defeat villains and keep everyone safe. I will.’

Her voice cracks, ‘But I also get tired, you know? I get tired of seeing people talk about me like I’m not even a person. I am so tired of seeing the female heroes objectified all the time. For them to be glorified for their looks alone and not their skills. We’re saving lives too, we’re not here to look pretty. We’re here to kick ass.’

Midoriya finishes unwrapping her hand but doesn’t let go, holding it lightly between his own. Uraraka stares at their hands and continues, ‘I want to be taken seriously. I work just as hard as you guys, and I want to be awarded that same respect but I’m not. And I don’t get to say Hey I’m tired today, if someone is disrespectful or puts me down because I’m a female hero I’ll let it slide because every time I do that, we take 3 steps back. I have to fight this fight all day, every day.’

Uraraka pulls her hand away and sinks down, resting her head on her bent knees. She slowly turns to look to the side, and she has a faraway look in her eyes.

‘I have been stared at since I was maybe 10 years old. And it’s not just me, it’s all girls. All women. We’re just stared at. Doesn’t matter what we wear, what we’re doing, where we’re going. I’m stared at. I could be in uniform, could be dressed to go to the mall or enjoy a day at the beach- I will be stared at. People, and men especially, look at me like I’m a piece of meat. I can feel it on the back of my neck, and yes, I can protect myself, but that fact that I even need to, why is that ok?’

Uraraka finally pauses, inhales deeply and a few more tears slip out.

‘I am tired, Deku. I am so tired. And I will continue to fight this battle, I will continue to stand up for Momo and Tsuyu and Mina and Hagakure and Jirou. For all the female heroes. For all women, everywhere. But I am tired of having to fight that battle in the first place. I’m just a little tired today. That’s all.’

Uraraka exhales deeply, and her entire body deflates. ‘I want to be able to walk out on the streets without my guard up because I’m a woman. I want to walk around wearing what I want and not have to worry about catcalls and judgement. I want to exist without the need to be perfect because when I’m not, it feels like I’m letting so many people down. I just want the freedom to exist as a human being, the same freedom so many take for granted. I want to talk about it, I want all of us to fight for it, I want to achieve it so someday, a little 10 year old girl can walk to her convenience store and not worry about the old geysers around the corner leering at her.’

Midoriya doesn’t move to interrupt her, not once. He listens, he absorbs, he aches. Because he knows- everything she says is true, and he can’t relate. He doesn’t face the same treatment. Granted, he faces his fair share of criticism, but his hero persona Deku does. And it’s usually for the way he fights, how reckless he can be, or sometimes how silly his bunny ears look. But never about his body. Never about his personal life. Never about his measurements, at least not in a sexual way.

And Midoriya has never been stared at, especially in a way that makes him feel small or hunted.

When Uraraka makes no move to continue, Midoriya sits on the floor, legs crossed and hands resting in his lap.

‘What can I do? How can I help, if at all?’

Uraraka mirrors his position, and for the first time since he spoke to her that day, there’s a ghost of a smile on her face. It’s a genuine one too, soft and barely there, but honest.

‘You’re a good guy,’ she says, smiling a bit wider. ‘You’re kind, you’ve never made me feel small or objectified or anything. And you don’t speak that way about other people. You speak in terms of strength, and you acknowledge everyone, regardless of gender or other parameters. You’re doing good.’

Uraraka looks to the side, and Midoriya follows her line-of-sight to see Bakugou doing crunches while Kirishima shouts encouragements at him.

‘In an ideal world, people would think more like Bakugou did during the sports festival.’ When Uraraka sees the expression on Midoriya’s face, she bursts out laughing.

‘I’m not saying we need more Kacchans around Deku, don’t worry,’ she reassures him, still giggling. ‘I’m saying he didn’t hold back; despite the backlash he was receiving. He did his best against me because he knew I was strong, and he took me seriously. We need more of that, of being taken seriously, of being on the same ground as all of you. That’s what we crave- being acknowledged as equals.’

‘Uraraka, what’s wrong?’ Iida says from somewhere behind Midoriya. Uraraka quickly rubs at her eyes, trying to get rid of the tear stains.

‘Nothing, nothing,’ she murmurs, shooting Midoriya a look. ‘We were just talking about some stuff.’

Tsuyu sits down beside Uraraka and pulls her into her side. ‘You need anything?’

‘This is good,’ Uraraka says, leaning her weight into the frog hero. Tsuyu tightens her grip protectively, and the girls speak to one another in low voices.

‘She’s fine,’ Midoriya says to Iida as he stands up. ‘We were just talking about how differently we experience the world as male and female heroes.’

‘Ah,’ Iida says, voice subdued. He pushes his glasses up his nose. ‘I’ve read the statistics, it’s honestly disheartening. The number of female heroes ostracized from the hero community for absurd reasons, the number of hate crimes committed against them, it’s outrageous.’

Midoriya doesn’t even realize he’s gone into one of his mumbling rants as he says, ‘Is there anything we can do, like right now? How can we make a difference in the position that we’re in? We are still quite a while away from being pros. We do have licenses though, and we are known in the community. We also have students from affluent families that could help make a difference. But tackling the media is always a delicate matter and-‘

‘Start by taking steps yourselves,’ Jirou says, placing a hand on Midoriya’s shoulder. ‘Of course, all of what I’m about to say doesn’t really apply to you since you do it anyway but speak of us the way you speak about your male counterparts. Treat us with the same respect. Talk about us like we’re human beings with feelings. Just- it’s so systemic, all our biases and all our assumptions and how we treat and view women in society as a whole, so change will take time. We just have to take it one step at a time.’

Jirou takes her hand off Midoriya’s shoulder and shrugs, ‘We don’t want to be coddled, we don’t want special treatment, we don’t want any advantage or upper ground. We just want to level the playing field.’

‘In the meantime, when one of us is tired of fighting the system,’ Tsuyu says, getting Uraraka to her feet, ‘ice-cream and some queer-eye can’t hurt anyone, kero.’

That gets a smile out of Uraraka and Midoriya. The group slowly makes their way out the gym, nudging each other and cracking silly jokes. Jirou confirms that there’s 2 tubs of ice cream in the freezer, and Iida offers to make them popcorn even though he isn’t personally that fond of it.

There’s an unpleasant clench in Midoriya’s gut, but that’s ok- identifying the problem is the very first step towards fixing it.

And when he looks around him, he thinks they have a pretty good shot at getting it right.

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