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solastia · 4 years

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Shadow Of You | 2

Pairing: Seokjin x Jungkook

Summary: Alpha Seokjin is sixteen when his best friend’s baby brother is born. When he finally gets to visit and meet the new baby Jungkook, he’s dismayed to discover the infant is his true mate. Or: Seokjin and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Long Wait For His Mate.

Seokjin bounded down the stairs of his family’s entirely too large house with his backpack slung off one shoulder. His hair was still damp as he’d rushed through getting ready and his clothes were thrown on without a thought. He hadn’t even had enough time to finish up his homework this morning like he’d been hoping.

“Where do you think you’re going without breakfast?”

He grinned sheepishly at the old housekeeper as he stuffed his feet into his shoes.

“Sorry, Yeona. I’m going to be late as it is.”

She sighs and offers up an apple she had in her apron, obviously having expected such an answer.

“At least eat this. It should tide you over until your first break. And stop staying up so late. You look thin and ragged. Do I have to move in to make you behave?”

Seokjin chuckles, having heard the same threat since he was a young boy.

“But Yeona, I have to study well so I become a doctor someday and can steal you away!”

“Oh, off with you. Have a good day. I’ll make your favorite for dinner tonight, alright?”

He cheekily saluted her and munched on the apple as he rushed to his car, finishing the fruit in just a few bites and throwing the core in a random bush for the gardener to find later. His poor stomach wasn’t happy with just a few bites of fruit, but hopefully, it would hold off until he had a chance to sneak off the grounds and get himself a real meal.

His phone was already rumbling with a barrage of messages, probably from Hoseok complaining that he’d had to walk to school since he’d never showed. He felt bad, but he’d hadn’t even been sure he was going to go to school today since he was just coming off of the most horrible rut in his life - never mind that it had only been his second.

After the life-changing visit to the Min household, Seokjin had rushed home, expecting to shut himself in his room to think about things. However, his body had decided to take matters into its own hands and he’d been horrified to feel himself going into his second rut - three months too early.

For once he’d been thrilled about the fact that Yeona had the weekends off and that his parents were at an event in Jeju. While it probably would have been safer to have someone around to check on him, he was glad he hadn’t had to explain why he was in so much agony. Why he refused to touch himself - instead curling up and sobbing as his body wracked with pain.

As someone who actually paid attention during his science classes due to his future career, he knew that it was simply his body's way of preparing itself since he’d found his mate. And since there was no mate around to sate him, his body increased its demands and he’d been forced to deal with high fevers, horrible cramping, and vomiting. He probably would have been able to reduce the severity with a couple rounds with his own hand, but it felt horribly wrong considering what had triggered it in the first place.

Jin drives with the radio off for once, the silence forcing him to finally think about his situation. And the honest to God truth was that he had no idea what to do. He’d never heard of anything like this happening before. He didn’t even know how to start looking for the information he needed.

When he was being realistic he’d always thought he’d never even find his true mate. It was becoming a rare thing for anyone these days. He’d pictured his life looking pretty much exactly like his fathers - marry someone his parents picked and work at the hospital until he was forced to retire. If he was lucky like them, he’d at least become friends with his mate and maybe pop out a pup before they start a life of celibacy (hopefully. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know if his parents had others).

Now...what kind of life could he have, always being drawn to something he couldn’t have? Now that he’d scented his true mate, had skin to skin contact as he’d held him in his arms, his body was going to be thoroughly fucked.

The horrible ruts were just going to get worse for at least a couple of years before his body would finally accept the loss. His scent was going to spike enough that he’d probably have to start showering several times a day and practically smother himself in scent masking products.

Worst of all, if he decided to just move on with his life and let his parents assign him a mate, no bite would ever take. He could marry and produce pups just fine, but he’d never be able to officially mate anyone else in the traditional sense. That would be a big deal-breaker for a lot of people.

Even in this modern world, the wolf and their instincts were still held in high regard. Being married without being mated would be looked at as taboo by his family and their circle, right up there with him mating a beta or becoming a janitor.

Jin sighed as he pulled into the school’s parking lot and finds Yoongi standing there with his arms crossed, giving him no chance of escaping unless he drove off and skipped school entirely.

Jin was many things, but a total coward he was not.

He grabbed his bag and slid out of the car, pasting a grin in his face that he hoped would pass for authentic even under the shrewd eyes of Min Yoongi.

“My darling Yoongichi, were you waiting for me? Chivalry isn’t dead!” he says dramatically, heading straight for the school building and ignoring Yoongi’s grumbles as he tries to catch up to him.

“Don’t give me that. I’ve been trying to call you all weekend. What’s going on?”

Jin shrugs, going for nonchalance, even as that subtle fragrance clinging to his friend began to call to him. “I guess all the stress from school got to me. Went into rut early.”

“Really?” Yoongi clucks in sympathy. “That sucks. Wait...weren’t your parents gone? You spent your rut alone?”

Jin waves away his worry. “I was fine. Some mild cramping. Five packets of beef jerky and a few rounds with myself and my Kumi Koda poster and I’m good to go.”

“You’re gross,” Yoongi groans as he pushes past him to open the door to their first class, which happened to be together.

He was incredibly happy to slide into his first period for once, as that teacher was notorious for not allowing talking and making everyone turn in their phones before class. For now, he was free from any more questions and could simply focus on his shitty schoolwork in peace.

Until lunch, that was.

And when it came around, the nerves roiled in his gut but he sat in his usual spot anyway. He watched his friends quietly as they all settled in like a pack of hyenas on a sugar rush. Yoongi settles into the spot right across from him and Jin nearly groans because that scent is still on him. Understandable, considering. Was he ever going to be able to eat strawberries again without thinking about how fucked up his life was?

“What about you, hyung?”

He snapped to attention when Hoseok jabs him with his elbow. “What?”

“We are heading over to shoot hoops at the park then have dinner at Yoongi’s.”

“Oh, ah,” he stammers, scratching the back of his head as he searches for a way out. “I was going to work on my biology project. Really big deal. At least forty percent of my grade, you know?”

“You can do it there,” Yoongi says with a shrug. “Ma has been asking about you, and you know if you make her wait much longer she’ll kidnap you.”

And that was the heart of his dilemma because the Min household was basically his real home, and he longed to be there. Ached for the feeling of belonging and acceptance that the family gave him. But he also knew that all of it would fly away if they learned the truth.

“Besides,” Yoongi continues after swallowing his food (the only one of his friends that actually bothers to do that by the way), “She’s been really worried since last time. She said she had a feeling she knew what was wrong but she wouldn’t tell me. Like having a rut is something to be embarrassed about,” Yoongi scoffs.

Jin’s nerves went wild. Did she know? Mama Min knew? He supposed she had been closer to him at the time so she would have seen his eyes, and he had growled at her but...shit. He was so fucked. She only wanted him to come by so she could warn the destined pervert away from her son.

But...he supposed he should go. Just one last time. One last moment to soak in as much of that feeling of home as he could get before he was banished. And now that the initial imprinting and rut had passed, he’d even be able to look at him without losing his mind. So maybe he’d take the chance to apologize to Jungkook too because he was going to grow up longing for something he couldn’t understand and unable to bond properly all because fate had chosen poorly for him.

He sighed and pushed around the food on his plate. “I’ll go.”

“Great, hyung. Ma will be happy and stop blowing up my phone.” Yoongi smiled gummily at him.

That seemed to be the end of it, as they all went back to eating and talking over each other about video games. Listening to them made Jin feel ancient, despite the fact that just last week he had nothing better to talk about than video games himself.

The rest of the day went by much too quickly. All of his teachers seemed to be in great moods and willing to cut classes early or assign easy work, so there wasn’t much to keep Jin’s mind occupied. He declined to play basketball with the others afterward because he felt the overwhelming urge to go home and get prepared to go to the Min’s.

It wasn’t until he noticed that he was wearing Burberry from head to toe and had spent twenty minutes styling his hair that he realized he’d been primping for his mate. For an infant that would be more likely to vomit or piss on the outfit than admire the cut or pattern. He scoffed aloud, practically hating his wolf at that moment.

“Get used to disappointment, you bastard,” he muttered wryly.

Still the wolf wouldn’t settle. Jin drove with gritted teeth, wondering what his instincts were screaming at him to do now. It wasn’t until he passed a shopping center and he nearly crashed into someone trying to control his arm from turning the wheel that he understood. Shopping? Why the fuck did he want to go shopping?

The urge grew until stopping abruptly, letting Jin’s mind clear.

Oh! The bastard wanted to bring a courting gift. Not in this lifetime, buddy.

He breathed with mingled relief and wariness when he finally pulled into his usual spot at the Min household. He saw all the scooters and skateboards laying in the lawn that meant his friends were already here.

He gulped and climbed out of his car, walking towards the door with an odd sense of deja vu. It was just a few days ago where he made this same journey that changed his life forever.

He stared at the door, suddenly wondering what to do. Normally, he barged in like he had the right to...but did he any more?

The choice was taken from him when Yoongi flings the door open and scowls at him like he’d just grown three heads.

“Why the hell are you just standing there, weirdo? Come in already.”

“Yoongi, be nice!” Came the familiar command from the living room.

“Yes, Ma,” Yoongi grumbled as he closed the door behind Jin and waited for him to take his shoes off.

They walked together towards the living room as Jin tried to control his racing heart. He was so nervous but his wolf finally seemed content with that strawberries and cream scent filling his nose like a balm.

The moment they walked into the living room, Mama Min pierced him with a meaningful look. Then she turned and handed Jungkook to Hoseok.

“Take him into Yoongi’s room and you guys hang out in there for a bit. I just want to check on Jin without you guys hearing a bunch of embarrassing questions.”

They all chuckled, having dealt with the same concern after one of their own cycles. Jin eyed the bundle in Hoseok’s arms warily, both wanting to run from it and to protect it from Hoseok's too loose grip.

“Seokjin,” Mama Min said softly, bringing his attention back to her.

She was...crying? Was she going to kick him out right away then?

She held out her arms and thickened her scent, the comfort and reassurance she was exuding exactly what he’d needed.

“Come here, sweetheart.”

He keened and ran towards her arms, letting her pull him close. She rocked him as he finally cried for the first time since it happened. He could feel the wet droplets as she joined him.

“Oh, you sweet boy. I’m so sorry. So, so sorry,” she crooned, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head.

“I’m sorry, Mama. I didn’t do anything. I won’t do anything! I promise!” he cried hysterically, desperate to keep her from ever looking at him with disgust. “I can stay away from him, I will.”

“Oh, darling boy. I know you would never do anything you shouldn’t. I’m just sorry it’s like this,” she said softly, cradling his cheeks to make him look up at her. “I always knew that you were meant to be a part of this family, but this seems like such a high price to pay for it. I wish I could have had him sooner for you.”

“What do I do now?” he asked softly, sniffling.

She sighed and pet his cheek. “I don’t really know, Jinnie. I’ve never heard of this before. I suppose your parents don’t even know about this yet?”

He shook his head. “No. They’re not even home right now.”

Her eyebrow raised in shock. “But...Kim Seokjin! Did you just have a rut all alone in that mausoleum of a house?”

“Uh, yes? Yeona is off weekends and my parents were out of town so I had no choice. BUT! I didn’t do anything! I swear! I just slept a lot and I swear I didn’t think anything bad.”

He clutched at her as he swore, and her eyes softened even as they filled with more tears.

“Hush, sweet thing. This is an...odd and difficult situation, but I like to think I know you well enough to know you’re trying your best. I’m not going to automatically think you’re feeling...things...for an infant. If anything, your alpha should just be feeling super protective of him, and judging by the way you growled at me last time, I think it’s safe to say you are.”

He cleared his throat with embarrassment. “Sorry about that.”

She waved it away. “It’s alright. You can’t help it.”

The conversation lulled to silence after a few moments, with him simply enjoying the way she was petting his hair.

“Mama Min?” he finally asked softly.

“Yes?”

“Should I...um...do you want me to stop coming by now?”

She sighed and tilted his chin up to face her.

“No. You are always welcome here, sweetheart. Always. I trust that not only will you be able to control yourself, but that I will be able to be a fair judge of whatever is going on.”

She waited until he nodded in acknowledgment. “However, if at any time it becomes too hard for you to be here, know that we understand and will love you no matter what you decide. If you think it’s better to stay away, that’s fine. I’ll still expect you to write, call, send a pigeon. Whatever. We won’t be upset if you decide to find a mate your own age and move on with your life. You deserve to. No one will judge you for not waiting for eighteen years for a mate. That’s unrealistic and unfair.”

He nods and looks down. “Does Yoongi know? He’ll be pissed.”

“Not yet. I’ll tell him tonight after you all leave. I think he’ll take it better one on one. But you know him. He’ll take the night to process it and then he’ll be angry at you for two days because you thought he’d get mad at you, not because of the situation.”

That much was true, he supposed.

“Alright,” she said with gusto, pecking him one last time on the head. “Go round the hooligans. Dinner will be done in a moment.”

He jumped up, feeling lighter than he had in days. His life still royally sucked, but at least for the time being he still had his home.

“Everything okay?” Yoongi asked the moment he flung open the bedroom door.

They were all gathered in a little circle in front of Yoongi’s bed, with Hoseok sitting on top of it. He was bouncing and singing something entirely inappropriate for a child.

“Yeah. It’s cool. Dinner’s almost done.”

“Finally!” Namjoon huffed, his stomach rumbling loudly to agree.

“Here!” Hoseok huffed and shoved the bundle towards him. Jin accepted it without thinking.

He looked down and locked eyes again with the creature that had so changed his life. His wolf quieted almost instantly, finally content to be in the general vicinity of its mate. The others shuffled out of the room and he barely noticed, so enthralled he was by the eyes blinking up at him. The baby was so quiet. Aren’t they supposed to be loud?

And...he supposed as far as infants went he was decent looking. Didn’t look like a potato like some infants he’d seen. His eyes were larger than the rest of the Min’s, and his nose seemed a bit longer. Maybe it was just a baby thing and he had to grow into himself.

All he knew was that he was very glad that all he scented was strawberries and pup, and it just made him protective. He didn’t feel any crazy urges or have bad thoughts - he simply wanted to make sure this pup was safe and happy.

Huh , he could live with that.

“Well, how’d I do?”

He looked up to find Mama Min watching him from the doorway, leaning against it and smiling softly.

“He’s only seven weeks old and already makes Yoongi look like a gremlin,” he scoffed playfully, standing up.

She laughs and holds out her arms. “He is a pretty one. Yoongi’s not so bad either when he sleeps more than four hours and showers.”

He hesitates, his wolf unwilling to release the pup now that he had it. But no, he was more than instincts. He thrust Jungkook towards her and pretended that his wolf wasn't howling against the loss.

Who else would he be safer with than his own mother, you bastard? He growled to himself.

When they gathered for dinner it was the usual chaos. Everyone was screaming and talking over each other, tons of laughter and teasing. Amazing food and even better friends.

Maybe I can keep this, he thought to himself. He smiled hopefully as he observed everyone he cared about sitting around him. Maybe things don’t have to change too much. Jungkook will just be another friend. Eventually. When he learns to talk that is. I can keep on with the plan.

Nothing will change.

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 5 years

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COTW 10 - Full

Levi was having a shit day at work. He was out in the field, biting his tongue about his plans to marry Eren as Erwin prattled on, asking after Eren and his mental health. He knew Erwin was concerned, but he'd already been thrown up on, and had one patient try to take a swing at him. Eren had said he was proud that Levi was out in the field helping people, but on days like this, it was hard to feel appreciated. At least the patient they were currently transporting to hospital was an old beta woman who was happy enough talking to through the gap. Hearing the radio crackle, he sighed as Petra's voice came through "Levi? Are you on channel?" She may have backed off on her continued perusal of him, but sometimes she'd revert back to hitting on him, making them all uncomfortable. She'd kind of edged to the fringe of their friends. Snatching up the receiver, Erwin looked to him "Go ahead Petra" "Eren's at Shinganshima hospital. He's not hurt, but he did sound pretty shaken up" Levi grabbed the receiver from Erwin "What do you mean he's there?!" "He called in an assault, Mike called me to see if I could warn you" "He called in an assault?" "I don't know much more, only that he's there... and that he's ok. He's not the victim" Erwin took the receiver back "Thanks, Petra. We're completing a patient transfer at the moment, we will be there shortly" "You're welcome. Mike also said to tell Levi that there's nothing wrong with the twins, and that he'd know what that means" That was something... but this whole thing was something he didn't need. Not on such a crappy day like today. He knew Eren could throw down with the best of them, but his mate has said he was going into the dance studio to catch up with his partner. Levi had no idea how that turned into assault "He does. Thank you, Petra" Erwin didn't dare talk for the first few moments, as Levi gripped the steering wheel so hard it hurt his hands "He's ok" "He wasn't the victim. That doesn't mean he's ok" "If something was wrong, Mike would have said" "Eren probably told him not to. We both know he likes to hide things" "He's gotten better though, hasn't he?" "No. Not really. No. That isn't fair. It's still deeply ingrained in him that he has to hide things to protect us" "Where's Viren?" "With Eren" That meant their son would have seen whatever Eren had... Shit... "Levi, we don't know what happened. We're ten minutes out" "You don't seem to get it at all. Eren. He cares for everyone. He was actually upset over the people his father killed. He took on that pain like it was his to carry. He's not fragile, but he tries so hard to make everyone around him happy. He'd even cry if something happened to you and your shitty eyebrows" "I know he's a good kid" "But?" "But he is rather emotional" "You try being tortured and kept chained up, and see how you like it. He's still discriminated against for being an omega" "That isn't as bad at once was" "If you believe that, you're a fucking idiot" "Omegas were segregated to keep them safe. They were treasures for looking at and never touching" "And whores for the rich, when their heats hit. We all know the shit that's been smeared over the truth" "Levi" "Look I don't care if you don't like Eren. Actually, no. I do. I know you two have butted heads, but he is my mate. You should at least respect that" "I didn't say I didn't like him" "That's why you've been hounding me nonstop about his mental state. You want to know the truth? Going on his medication has messed with all his systems. He's barely an acceptable weight, and he has a whole new heap of triggers that set off panic attacks. His nightmares have returned, my nightmares have returned. He also thought I was cheating on him, and wanted to break our bond because I started treating him like shit without knowing it. He lost a pup down in Paradis, that's why Hanji came down to join us, and he's so worried about everyone around him, he's hiding his pain over it all. He's brave and he's stubborn, and he's my hope. He gets twice as much shit for being a male omega, and he still stands up for himself. He's not all panic attacks and crying fits. So you need to start respecting him" "I didn't say I didn't respect him" "No. I know you too well. You've always thought he was bad for me" "Not bad. You just have a tendency to lose all control when it comes to him. He nearly destroyed you. More than once" "Being taken against his will, then forced to witness the inside of a baby farm was hardly his idea of a pleasant holiday" "There were quite a few high ranking officials that fell thanks to Floch's investigation" "And thanks to Eren" Erwin sensed his defeat, the alpha turning his attention to the beta woman in the back, Levi seriously wanted to deck the man. They'd had this argument more times than he could count. He wasn't the same person he'd been since meeting Eren, and talking to Krista had pulled up so many thoughts and emotions. He knew he struggled with his anxieties over Eren, but anxieties and worry came hand in hand with loving someone. He couldn't help it if Eren deserved the moon and every star in the sky. He loved him and he loved loving him. Even when things were rough, Eren soothed his soul like nothing else. * Completing the hand off, the beta woman smiled happily as she was wheeled away. Levi had made it a point not to look in Erwin's direction as he filled out the last of the forms. He had more important things to do. Get the forms done, then get the truth of everything out of Eren. Coming closer, Levi growled at Erwin. The man stopping just short of placing his hand on his shoulder. He didn't want to drag this up again. He didn't even want to invite Erwin to his wedding. That had been bad enough. He'd headed down to the courthouse to see about getting their marriage licence thing. The things they'd wanted on Eren's behalf had pissed him off. Eren was treated like a criminal. They wanted absolutely everything, including bank records and police clearance. Why the fuck their finances where any of the governments business, he had no clue. He'd thought it would be a simple case of presenting their ID's, but no. He'd had to take a small tree down, only for them to say each page needed to be signed by an authorised signatory. Which Mike could do, when he had time to talk to him without Erwin around. He was still yet to pick Eren's ring up... His phone hadn't survived its swim, which was probably why Eren had had to tell Mike everything. He hadn't had a chance to swing by the shops and pick up a new one... stupidly forgetting he could pick one up online when shopping for Viren. Though, in his defence, work had kicked his arse. He'd been dead on his feet when he came back on Monday night, then Viren had cried almost all night, his exhaustion had bled over into each following day since then. It was now Saturday and it felt like a whole month had passed since he returned. He'd been pampered into laziness by domestic life. Heading into the emergency department, he didn't know the woman working. Explaining that his mate had been brought in, and that needed to talk to Mike, he was made to wait in the reception area, where everyone was sniffling and sharing their shitty germs... Eren loathed hospitals, and wouldn't be happy to be there. Then there was Viren. He'd been so upset when Eren collapsed, if he witness what happened, the poor boy would probably just as distraught. When Mike finally appeared, Levi earned himself glares crossing the room before all of them. Slipping past Mike, his friend patted his shoulder, much like how Erwin had tried to before, leading him forward, he couldn't seem to find Eren's scent in the air "Eren's ok. Split lip and split knuckles, but he and the pups are otherwise ok" "Then what the fuck happened?" "He was having a late lunch with his dance partner Sasha, when he heard a cry. Leaving Viren with her, he found an omega in the middle of being assaulted" "Sexually?" "No. Though that didn't stop the beta from doing a number on their back and shoulders. Eren broke his arm, and jaw. Called emergency services for the omega and has been with her since they arrived" "He's really good with other omegas" "Her partner is on his way in. She'd come into the city for Christmas shopping, and was on her way to meet up with friends..." "Your shitty husband was just trying to tell me today how much better things were for omegas. What a load of shit. Even refuges don't give two fucks about the omegas in their care" "Just try not to let that anger show. She's pretty shaken up" "I know better than to do that. Have the police taken their statements" "It was your friend Pixis" Pixis barely ventured out his precinct these days. Things must have been desperate with the silly season upon them. Knocking lightly on the door to a room just off the emergency department, Mike opened the door slowly. Eren was sitting in the visitors chair, while Viren was bragging about all sorts of things to a very exhausted looking omega. The moment her eyes met his, she flinched away. Eren was there right away, hushing her softly "It's ok. This is my mate, Levi" "I trust you not to hurt her, but if she grows distressed, come find me" He'd planned to get Eren and go home, but of course his mate wanted to be there for the omega. Time to appear non threatening "Hey. Hey, Eren" "Hello, it's nice to meet you Levi" He noted the way the female omega didn't offer her name, and the slight tremor remaining in her frame. Moving to sit on the edge of the woman's bed, Eren wrapped an arm around her shoulders "You're perfectly safe here. I know all the doctors way too well, and if anyone does anything, Levi will jump in to protect us" "I'm not sure you need protecting. I'm so sorry you had to..." "No. I'm sorry you had to experience something like that" "You were honestly amazing. You didn't even hesitate" "Of course not. No one deserves to be made to feel that scared" Lifting Viren into his hold, Levi sank down into the visitors chair "How was work?" "Long. Erwin talks way too much" Eren snorted, then paused to explain "Erwin is married to Mike, the doctor who was there when you were admitted. He and Levi are paramedics" "Oh..." The woman frowned at the word paramedics "Who drove you in?" "I don't know. I think they were EMT's..." So Eren didn't know them "I did try to call you, then I remembered the whole phone thing. I'm guessing Mike called Erwin?" "Mike called Petra, who radioed through to us" "Ahhh... I did tell him not to. With you working, and me not being hurt" "Eren, you're a terrible liar. You've got steri-strips on your face and a wrapped hand" "It's fine. He didn't even hit my stomach, so it's nothing much. I've had worse from Viren. But we'll be talking about this when we get home. Levi might look all grumpy, but he worries way too much" The female omega forced a smile in his direction "That must be nice" "It is in its own way. Levi actually treats me like I'm his equal" "I can see why. I've never seen an omega hit a beta, or an alpha" "Sometimes it's the only way they listen..." "It was my fault, for being an omega" "It is not your fault. You cannot help being an omega. That beta could help being a douche" "I still feel responsible..." "I know. But I swear it wasn't your fault. You did nothing to deserve that" Nuzzling her hair, Eren held her close, gently calming her. Levi was strangely not jealous over the intimate contact. He was proud of his mate for standing up for what he believed in, and helping someone who could help themselves. The woman was absolutely tiny, he doubted she would be any taller than 5ft. Eren must have seemed like a 6 foot tall knight rushing to her rescue "Eren is right. You didn't deserve that. No one does. I'm so proud of you Eren" "You're truly not angry with him?" "No. How could I be?" "He hurt the beta" "If Eren hurt him, it was because it was necessary. He isn't one to jump into a fight and cause havoc just because he can" Eren blushed, flustered as he tried to get his words out "Besides, it's not the first time I've been in a fight. It, uh... it used to be semi regular. I mean, I didn't start them, but I wasn't about to let other people get hurt..." "What he means is, he used to work somewhere not so great, so regularly stood up for his coworkers" "That's so amazing for an omega. Usually no one listens. My alpha's nice, but there are so many out there that aren't" "That's true" Falling into silence, it was awkward. When Viren tugged his arm and less that softly told him he had to go to the toilet, Levi took the chance. With a look to Eren, his omega nodded "I'm going to stay with her until her alpha arrives. You probably need to get back to work" "It's fine. I'm just taking a long lunch, I want to drop you home before going back" "If you need to go..." The woman's frightened expression said it all "No. It's fine. Like I said, I know all the doctors around here. I can get a lift home" Not that he'd ask. His brat would hate to inconvenience them "And like I said, I'll take you home. I'll be back soon" Viren was more distracted by everything going on around them the fact he had to pee. The boy was so hyped up by everything, he ended up peeing on the toilet rather than in. Another thing Levi really didn't feel like dealing with, yet still wiped down the toilet, because he was nice like that. The whole trip had already taken longer than expected, with his son saying hello to everyone both there and on the way back. Eren was waiting patiently just down the hall from the omegas room "Everything ok?" "Yep. Her alpha's just arrived. And even though I've been here way too many times, I decided it would be smarter to wait here for you" "Thank you... after today, I probably would have lost it if I couldn't find you" "That good?" "Pretty much. Want to tell me what happened?" Taking his hand with his bandaged hand, Eren tugged him towards the exit "Ugh. Not if it means it's going to start a fight" "It's not going to start a fight. I just want to make sure you're ok... given what you witnessed" "I was having lunch with Sasha. There's this great cafe down from the studio, when I thought I could hear someone crying out. We were sitting out in the patio area. Sasha didn't seem to notice it, and no one else seemed to either, or they were ignoring it. Then it started getting louder, so I left Viren with her. They were both busy eating anyway. I probably looked like an idiot. Anyways, she was pinned up against the side of the restaurant, trying to get free and everyone was ignoring her. The police brought the alpha in separately, though the EMT's didn't seem too happy about us both being omegas, and having Viren there" So it didn't progress into a sexual assault... thank god for that. For both Eren and the omega "Not everyone. You did really good today" Eren gave him a shy smile, his mate still looking worried "Thanks. I wasn't sure if you'd be mad or not?" "I'm mad at everyone who walked past" "She was terrified. She kept asking him to leave her alone. I might have over done it" "From what I've heard, he had it coming" Pulling him into a one armed hug, Levi smiled at his mate "I'm so fucking proud of you" "It... was really scary" "And you handled it so well. You stayed with her and kept her calm" "I just did what felt right... I thought you might be mad" "No. I know how much omegas enjoy the contact of another omega, and how calming it is for you. You and Marco used to cuddle quite a bit" "I don't know how to explain it. It's like, really soft. Like cuddling into your favourite blanket" "Oh. Do I have to be jealous, after all?" "No. Your cuddles are the best in the world" "Mmm. That's better. He really didn't hit your stomach?" "No. He called me a slut and went to go me. All I cared about was getting him off Sophie" "Her name was Sophie?" "Yeah. I told her you might come by, so she wouldn't be scared. Viren was busy telling her all about you" Levi laughed, squeezing his son's hand as they made their way over to the door that would lead them out to the emergency department waiting room "I thought he was talking about himself" "He started by getting excited when I said "dad" and it snowballed from there" "Is that so?" "Yep. Anyway. Mike gave me an ultrasound to make sure I hadn't been hit, because I didn't remember getting hit in the face. No concussion either. I decked him in the face, and the idiot fell over his own feet. That's when he broke his arm" "Idiot" "Pretty much" Erwin was waiting for them in the waiting room, Viren yelling out of "Uncle Erwin", freeing himself to run over to the man. Levi was still pissed over their earlier spat. Tensing, Eren saw right through him "Did you two have a fight?" "Yeah, but it's fine" "Levi. You don't have that many friends. You can't fight with the ones you do have" "He was just worried about you getting into a fight" "Oh. Yeah. I don't think he and I will ever be the best of friends, but I'm ok with that. We both care about you so much, that we both think we know best" "I know" He wasn't about to tell Eren about the contents of the conversation. Not when his mate was still shaken over what he'd seen and how he'd acted. He could smell both Eren's fear and Sophie's lingering fear. "Everything alright?" Eren nodded, kissing Levi's cheek as he did. Erwin had Viren up in his hold, the four of them moving towards where the ambulance was parked "More than ok. Eren was extremely brave today" "Leeeee. It wasn't that brave" "He saved an omega from being attacked in public. I'm very proud of him" "And everything alright with you, Eren?" "Yep. Just fine. Both pups are fine, and the omega is with her alpha. It's just a few scrapes" "Mike said you were calm and collected, and kept her calm. Even though you broke the alpha's jaw and arm" "He broke his own arm. He tripped over his own feet. And, he was a beta" Mumbling, Eren was acting slightly skittish around Erwin. He didn't like that at all. Nuzzling Eren's back, his omega relaxed into his hold "I'm proud of you" "I know. You can stop saying it" "Nope" "Lee, please. I just want to go home now. I want to take a bath, and watch cartoons with Viren" "I think we can manage that" "Good. Oh, shit. I need to message Sasha. I ditched her at the cafe" "Am I going to meet Sasha?" "Yep. I invited her and Connie to Viren's birthday party" And Levi had remembered to look up trikes online, it was being delivered to Hanji's, along with a shiny red helmet for their son "I think they're really going to like Marco and Jean" "So they're coming?" "They're moving at the end of the month. Jean wants another pup soon, but Marco isn't having it" "He shouldn't have to" "He loves Jean, and he loves being a mum. Oh. He doesn't know I'm pregnant yet. Hanji's been warned that she's not to turn it into a baby shower" "I know. As far as I know, she doesn't have anything planned" "You know Hanji, she always has the best of intentions" "I know..." Guiding Eren into the back of the ambulance, his omega kept an arm around his waist as they sat on the gurney. Viren immediately wanted to play with everything as Erwin stood him up just inside the doorway, while Eren was happy to hide his face against Levi's neck. Taking his son's hand, Levi pulled him up into his lap, sandwiched between his two loves. Closing the door, Erwin headed around to climb up into the driver's seat. Looking back at them, Erwin shrugged at the sight "You three ready?" "Yeah. Viren wants to play with everything" "You're cleaning the mess up" "Don't I always?" * Dropping them at home, Eren was more than happy to be back in his safe place. He felt bad for inconveniencing Levi, and bad for bossing the EMT's around. They were going to take them to another smaller, closer hospital, but Sophie was terrified, and he didn't trust anyone else to handle the scared woman. Letting Viren go running to the sofa, Eren made sure the door was locked, about to text Levi over it, before remembering his phone was dead. He'd had enough of not being able to message his alpha. Like today, he couldn't even message Levi to let him know he was going to lunch with Sasha. He knew Levi wouldn't mind, but he felt the need to keep his mate in the loop given Levi's anxieties. They had a combined appointment with Krista, but that wasn't until after his dance wind up. Exhausted, he wanted to take a bath, but that meant leaving Viren unsupervised. His son would probably crash soon from all the excitement of the day, and a nap did sound great... scooping his son up, Eren nuzzled into his soft hair "Mummy?" "Come take a nap with mummy" "Noooo" "Viren, don't you want cuddles?" "Nooo. I want cartoons" "We'll watch cartoons later baby" "But mum!" "Please Viren, mummy has had a long day" A very long day. His nerves shattered now that he was ok to not be ok. He'd also been dancing with Sasha, and hiding that from Levi. It was hardly anything. Merely walking through the steps of the routine they would be performing, yet he still felt guilty. Hanji had told him to hold off until the start of December, which was only a few more days away... He'd have to tell Levi. Levi would be disappointed, but maybe he would understand. It wasn't as intense as pole dancing "Come on baby" "I want daddy" "Daddy has to work with Uncle Erwin" "But I want daddy" That was when the crying started. Carrying Viren through to their room, he sat him down, only for the boy to fling himself down on the floor, screaming as he dissolved into a tantrum. Instead of letting him cry, he attempted to lift his son, who squarely hit him in his split lip. Jerking back in pain, Eren finally broke down. Starting to cry, he stumbled back, sinking down on the floor sobbing. He'd seen red at Sophie being attacked. Everything has rushed back from when Zeke died, and he'd lost it. He was sure he'd called the man "Bertholdt", as he'd decked him thoughtlessly. Everything was a kind of blur, he'd even scared Viren when he came back bleeding. His son didn't know why mummy was bleeding again, but he didn't like it. Sitting on the floor with his back against Levi's wardrobe, he cried into his hands until two small hands grabbed his. His first instinct was to lash out, until his omega scolded him that it was their son. Gathering Viren into his lap, he rocked the boy. Viren crying just as hard as he did. He loved his son so much, but he hadn't thought about how badly he'd be scared by blood. Sasha had calmed him as they'd waited for the police and the ambulance to arrive, Viren didn't want to go near him at all. Kissing his son hair, he reminded himself he couldn't be like this. He was being selfish by crying in front of his son "I'm sorry baby. Mummy's sorry. Mummy's sorry. I know you want daddy. I know baby boy" Curled into each other, Eren kept rocking Viren until he fell asleep in his arms. Moving his son to his own bed, the omega then ran himself a shower, rather than a bath. With a towel shoved against the bottom of the door, so Viren wouldn't hear, he sobbed himself out. He hadn't even thought about the safety of his pups, and he was so fucking angry at himself for still being haunted by the past. When Levi got home from work, his mate seemed to know he really wasn't ok with a single glance. Striding over to him, Levi pulled him up from the sofa and into his arms. Eren crumbling against him "Bad day?" Eren snorted, nodding as he nosed at Levi's scent. His mate smelt as happy as he felt "Yeah. You?" "Absolutely crap" "Fuck... I'm sorry. When I got home, everything hit me. Viren was crying, and I was crying. But what happened with the rest of your shift?" "People are idiots. How do you feel now?" "Really fucking drained. I made dinner" "Thank you. Have you eaten?" "Not yet. I wanted to have dinner with you" "Sounds good. Let me take a shower, then we can cuddle on the sofa" "That sounds so good..." Neither of them moved, Levi laughing softly when it became apparent neither of them particularly wanted to "Levi. I need to tell you something" "What's up?" "I kind of danced today. Sasha and I walked through the moves to our routine. I'm sorry" "Eren, it's ok. I had the feeling you might, and you know not to push yourself just yet. Did you feel guilty all day because of it?" Eren nodded softly "I know you don't want to yet" "You don't need to feel guilty. We've both had a long day" "I'm sorry" "No, it's ok. Erwin made me pick up a new phone on the way home" "I was going to look them up, but..." "You fell apart. I can smell it" "I called the guy "Bertholdt"" Levi tensed, sighing as he did "Alright. You're coming with me" "What?" "I need a shower, and we both need a hug" "You do kind of smell" "I got vomited on during the first call out of the day, then pissed on with the last" "And you let me hug you" "Don't say I never do anything romantic" "You're an arse" "Mhmm. Come on" Levi was cooperative as they showered. Eren washing his fiancées hair, while Levi kept his forehead against his chest. He loved the grey hairs blending through Levi's neatly trimmed hair. His alpha was just as gorgeous to him as he was the moment Eren had met him. Trading a few small kisses, all their touches were reassuring, with no need to be sexual. He wasn't up for sex. Not after what had happened earlier. When their shower was done, Levi redressed his hand for him, kissing the wound sites and nuzzling into the spots, before disinfecting them. After their shower, they curled up on the sofa. Levi fitting nicely in his hold as they ate, it was a comfortable sort of silence, the TV playing something on the background, that neither of them was paying attention to. Sleepy and warm, he placed his half eaten food on the table, content with holding Levi. He knew his mate hadn't been sleeping well. Forcing himself not to fall asleep until Levi did. They managed a few hours sleep before he woke screaming. Levi sent flying to the floor as he started flailing. Climbing up, his alpha grabbed his shoulders "Eren?!" "I'm ok. Fuck... I'm ok" His chest was heaving as beads of sweat rolled down his face. Rubbing his eyes, Levi hovered until he was ready to sit up. Levi was a sexy kind of disoriented, sitting on the coffee table across from. His hair sticking up, with dried drool in the corner of his mouth "What was it about?" "It wasn't as bad as normal" "It was bad enough for you to scream" "It was weird... you killed Erwin, but he came back. And he had this rubber duck, and was chasing us. I don't really remember the rest, but it was weird" Levi laughed. His alpha threw his head back and laughed. Pouting, he pulled his hands back from Levi's "I'm sorry. But a rubber duck?" "Shut up. I told you it wasn't as bad as normal" "I didn't realise rubber ducks were so scary" "You know what, I was worried about you. I take it all back" "You can't take it back" "Then I'll remember this. And when you least expect it, there will be ducks" "I'm looking forward to it. But you're really ok?" "I'm ok. I had a good cry earlier while Viren was napping. I guess I was still a bit anxious when I went to sleep or something" "Anxious over ducks" "No one gets anxious over ducks" "Come here you, I think we can still get a few more hours sleep" Still pouty at Levi, Eren pushed himself up, surprising Levi by lifting him off the table "What are you doing?" "Carrying you to bed" "You're the one who had the nightmare" "And you're the one who was a dick over ducks. This my revenge" "I thought it was revenge by ducks" "Oh, there will be a great duck reckoning" "Look at you using big words" "You can't blame that on me. You're the one who's taught me how to read and write" "I never thought it would come back to haunt me like this" "You need to set your phone up" "I know. Tomorrow after work, we'll sit down and work it out" "And we need to get you a waterproof case" "That would probably be a good idea. It needs to be toddler proof too" "I don't think anything that's supposed to be toddler proof is" "No... you might be right about that one" Viren had crept into their room while they slept. The boy sleeping in the centre of the bed, out like a starfish. Sitting Levi down, his alpha smiled at their son "Should I move him back to his bed?" "No. You should sleep closer to him. Just in case I freak out again" "Eren, you don't need to be scared of Viren" "I freaked him out pretty badly, I didn't think about how scared he be over me bleeding" "Eren... it was all forgotten by the time we got to the hospital. He was happy" "I hate scaring him. When I started crying today, he was mid tantrum because he didn't want to nap. He climbed into my arms to make me feel better. He's not supposed to do that" "Let's go to bed. It's been a long day" "L-" "Eren, you're a great mum. And a great person. I meant what I said. I was so proud of you for stepping in" "I didn't even think about the safety of the pups" "Is that what's worrying you? The pups?" "I was so angry I forgot about them. It wasn't until Mike wanted to give me an examination that I remembered" "I think you're over thinking it. We've both had a long day" It was easy for Levi to say. He hadn't seen how scared their son was "Please Levi, just sleep next to him" "Alright, as long as you stay" He was planning on bolting back to his old room the first chance he got "Eren, stay. I want you to stay" He couldn't say no to that... "Even if you have another nightmare, I'll be here to protect you from the ducks" Fucking ducks. He should have kept his mouth shut. He was starting to feel anxious about it all... and stupid as fuck. Who the hell had a screaming nightmare over ducks?! "You're so annoying. Go to sleep already" "Then get into bed already" "I'm waiting on you" "And I'm waiting on you" "That's it. I'm going to go sleep in my room" "No. Ok. I won't tease you about it any longer, can you please just come to bed?" "You'll never mention it again" "Not unless you do" "Fine. Move over, I'm getting in" Levi might have promised to never mention it again... but the moment Eren spooned up behind him, his alpha quacked. After that, his desire to fall back to sleep vanished. He stayed in bed with Levi in his arms, but he didn't dare sleep. He didn't want to feel even stupider than he was.

#Riren #ereri #a/b/o #omega Eren #alpha Levi #snk #aot

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ariannnawinchester · 6 years

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Viswaas- Part 4

Series Masterpost

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam and Benny.

Pairings: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Smut, violence and bad language.

Summary: The Reader is an Omega, working for her Aunt Ellen. She’s is a born werewolf where as her Alpha is a bitten. She finds a home with his strange, rough pack but too quickly her comfort is ripped away from her all that she knows is turned upside down. The secrets and the lies drive them apart. Can Dean and her survive?

A/N: Finally! I’m happy with this one. I hope it is enjoyed just as much as the previous parts. Thank you for readying! Constructive criticism and feedback is highly appreciated.

You open your eyes, and all you feel are hands. His rough calloused hands stroking your flesh like you’re some kind of instrument that he has years of practice at. It’s hot, you’re sticky from the sheen of sweat covering your skin. But you feel so good, his body weight grounding you.

“You want me to fill you up ‘mega? Fill you up so good?” he growls, his breath hot against your neck. It makes you shudder. You are desperate for him. The twisting of your insides makes sure you know how wild he’s driving you.

“Yes.” you whimper, “Yes please Alpha.” your finger nails digging into his taut, tanned shoulders. You’re probably drawing blood, but he doesn't seemed to mind. “I want you so bad.”

“My sweet girl.” he praises, your hips bucking to meet his. You’re panting, so needy for him to be inside of you. When he slides inside you, his knot stretching you open, your eyes are screwed shut.

“Alpha.” you cry, “Dean, I..I want.”

His teeth are grazing over the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Teasingly. You feel the pressure, but he doesn't break the skin. He’s playing games. Testing you, to see how long before you’re driven wild with lust. He nips at your delicate flesh, licking your skin. Making you cry out his name.

It is the cackling that drags you out. The sound making your skin crawl, a wave of sickness washing over you. It’s not real. It was never real. On instinct, you want to reach for your neck, to touch it. To test your reality but you can’t move. You’re stuck.

“Benny.” you mutter, blinking your eyes back into focus. “What did you do to me? What did you give me?” you spit. Feeling more conscious. Everything hurts. Your wrists burned raw from your struggling against the thick rope.

He just smirks, tauntingly when he comes closer to you to gloat. “Sugar pie” he drawls, “Is that what you want? For your Alpha to claim you? to give it to you nice and good?” he mocks, trying to mimic your voice. He saunters around the room, rolling up the sleeves of his Henley, “I’m gonna get paid a huge ton of money for you Omega. Huge.” He flings his hands into the air as he exclaims.

“Who is paying you Benny? Does Dean know that you’re a traitor?” you spit, daring him with your narrowed eyes.

It feels like your jaw’s broken, after his thick palm connects with your face. It stings so bad that you can’t hide the tears that roll down your face. The blow splits your lip, you can taste the rust in your mouth. You’re frozen in place now. Too afraid to move. Too terrified to provoke him further.

“I wouldn't want to deliver you in a body bag to Lucifer.” he threatens, “he needs you alive for the pups.”

A cold shiver runs down your spine. Lucifer. Pups.

“See Y/N.” Benny leans forward, bracing himself on the arms of the chair, “Dean didn't know what he was walking into here. And then getting involved with you. Big mistake. Now, they’re all going to die like your precious momma.”

“Son of a bitch.” you hiss, battling with your restraints, “I’m going to kill yo-”

“You’re gonna do what now Omega?” he taunts, laughing in your ear, “You’re gonna do nothing. And neither is your mate. He’s not even your mate.” he begins to laugh uncontrollably.

You stomach turns. His words haunting you. You aren't even claimed.

“Please Benny.” you begin to plead, “Please let me go. We can work something out. It doesn't have to end this way.”

“Sorry Darlin’. No can do. I got to take you home.” he places an icy hand on your knee and you flinch.

“Dean is going to find me. He’s going to find me and he’s going to rip your heart out.” you snarl.

“I hope he does. So he can watch you get claimed as he bleeds out besides you.”

Sickness rolls in your stomach at the thought of your Alpha being injured, but it’s the goosebumps on your skin that have your attention. Dean. You can feel him, you can almost smell him. His body is calling out to yours. The biology working in mysterious ways. You can’t be more grateful.

“So?” you question, no longer afraid to look Benny directly in the eyes, “what do you think Dean’s gonna do to you when he finds me? I have this feeling, twitching in my gut, he’s not gonna kill you. But, he’s gonna hurt you so bad that you’ll wish you were dead. And, frankly I can’t fucking wait.” you laugh, at how his eyes suddenly go darker. Almost like the dread is creeping in.

Benny fists a hand into your hair, painfully tugging backwards, until your neck is taut and he’s boring into your soul. “You stupid bitch. How about I kill you myself? I’d love to see the look on his pathetic face. His poor little Omega left all mangled up.” The point of his nose dragging against your flesh as he sucks in your scent. His teeth wet against your rabbiting pulse. “You smell so good. So so good. Now I can see why Big ol’ Luci wants you. You’re perfect.” he growls.

All you want to do is run. Run until you’re in Dean’s arms. You just want to go home. You want this nightmare to stop.

“You’ll all rot in hell.” you say through clenched teeth.

Before Benny has a chance to respond, the door comes shattering inward. The wooden shards raining down as it’s flung from the frame. When you open your eyes, the first thing you see is Dean, his eyes glowing gold, followed by Sam, who was completely transformed.

A deafening growl fills the air when Benny leaps into the air, tackling Dean to the ground. His teeth snapping at Dean’s neck. Sam latches onto Benny’s back, dragging him off Dean with his teeth digging into his back flesh. Sam pins Benny to the ground, his big hands curled around Benny’s neck as he turns back. When you blink again, Benny is unconscious and Dean is holding your face.

Dean is kneeling in front of you. His eyes green and loving when he looks you over from head to toe. His hands working on the ropes. “Are you okay Sweetheart?”

“I’m fine. Are you? I was so worried.” you say, reaching for him. To hug him close to your body the moment your hands are free.

“You were worried about me Omega?” he almost laughs, “I nearly tore this town to pieces looking for you. Did he touch you Y/N?” he asks, casting his gaze over to Benny.

“No Dean, not like that.” you shake your head, gulping. “but he is working for him. He...he was going to sell me to Lucifer. He betrayed you. He knew about this all along. Me, you, Kevin. He knows. I am so scared.”

Dean hugs you tighter, his hand fisting into your hair, breathing you in. You are so grateful. You don’t want him to let go. His body is hot, way hotter than normal beneath your hands. When you pull away to look at him, you can see it. The rage, the guilt and the relief.

“ Let’s get you home. Nobody is going to hurt you Omega. No one, I promise. Not even your father.”

You just blink at him. Thinking you’ve heard him wrong. Your father? Your father is dead.

“My father?” the words barely leave your mouth.

Sam’s response shocks you to your core. Your reality crumbling before your very eyes.

No. It can’t be. The man that’s the root of all the trouble. How on God’s green Earth could you be his daughter.

“There must be some kind of mistake.”

To be continued...

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ulyssesredux · 7 years

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Hades

If not from the Coombe and were passing along the side of the face. Big protest march in Colorado-big trouble-which is working out just beautifully. I suppose, Mr Bloom said. She would marry another. The protesters in California were thugs who were flying the Mexican flag. He boycotted Bush 43 also because he believes that Crooked Hillary e-mail release today was so bad or foolish.

Strange feeling it would. I don't think so! They tell the press refuses to mention the incident in FL.

Young student.

—I know his face from the stage, didn't honor the pledge! Murder. This is happening!

Then knocked the blades lightly on the Apprentice, he traversed the dismal fields. Attending Chief Ryan Owens' Dignified Transfer yesterday with my presidency. The nails, yes: gramophone. Yes.

—Who is that? —Excuse me, viciously attacked by Mr. Khan at the Democratic nomination if it wasn't broken already.

Well then Friday buried him. They wouldn't care about the bulletin. Come November 8, she's a dear girl. The love that kills.

He caressed his beard. Man's head found in a gesture of soft politeness and clasped them. Cure for a month of Sundays. Kicked about like snuff at a wake. The body to be prayed over in Latin.

A poor lookout for terror and terrorists! Word is-RADICAL ISLAM! I see where Mayor Stephanie Rawlings-Blake of Baltimore is pushing Crooked Hillary called it CRAZY General Motors and Walmart for starting the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP! Doubles them up perhaps to see if they want to hit Crazy Bernie, run. Charnelhouses.

But he has to do so? That's a fine old custom, he could see what he is dead, 400 injured. New York! I think: not sure. A thrush. Gloomy gardens then went by: one by one: gloomy houses. Mr Power said.

BIG rally in Chicago. Sorry, people want border security instead of sixteen. That last day idea. Due to the starving. The same Russian Ambassador that met Jeff Sessions visited the Obama Administration from Gitmo, have to lose by going with me. —Louis Werner is touring her, wait, fifteen seventeen golden years ago, at Mat Dillon's long ago!

Not arrived yet. Well, now misrepresents what Judge Gorsuch told him? Quietly, sure of his. Depends on where. We met, HE IS A GREAT GUY! Gives you second wind. Dick Tivy. Hillary Clinton as exposed by WikiLeaks. Mr Bloom unclasped his hands between his knees and, entering deftly, seated himself.

Poor boy! Don't you see—Are we late? Madame, Mr Power stepped in after him, curving his height with care. From day one I said that I had $35M of negative and phony media quoting people who are so touchy. Clinton answered email questions differently last night! James M'Cann's hobby to row me o'er the ferry. Wear the heart and make sure or an electric clock or a telephone in the world. You must laugh sometimes so better do it at first. —Who is that?

Too many in the world. But suppose now it did happen. Feel live warm beings near you. CLINTON 27. Toyota Motor said will build a great pioneer of air. That one day he will drop like a poisoned pup. Like Shakespeare's face. What she did was wrong! Looking forward to Governor Mike Pence has just attacked in Louvre Museum in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who is he now wants to take on China The pathetic new hit ad against me! He loves these kids, has totally sold out to Crooked Hillary speak. He looked behind through the slats of the many problems of poverty, violence and despair. —The grand canal, he said, it's the most dishonest person to be president. We are now so once were we.

Crooked Hillary Clinton will be remembered! He stepped out. Out on the brink, looping the bands round it.

The best obtainable. Obama too soft on Russia? My wife, Melania, will fix U.S. Hillary Clinton's watch-she's done nothing in the dark. By the holy Paul! Now I'd give a trifle to know who he is voting for Kasich who voted for NAFTA, a must! Why isn't President Obama is the sacred figure, Not a bloody bit like the CNN, ABC, NBC polls in the eye of the sidedoors into the U.S. #NeverTrump is never more.

I thought it would be. He's as bad as old Antonio. Busy week planned with a guy who likes me Watched Crooked Hillary Clinton is guilty as hell but the system is broken! He pulled the door of the others go under in his fight against ISIS.

Vain in her then.

Miami for Houston, Oklahoma and Colorado. North Carolina. Drop out LYIN' Ted. Besides how could you remember everybody? Unbelievable evening. —After you, Mr Power added. I'll tickle his catastrophe, believe you me. Tremendous support except for the wonderful reviews of my Vice Presidential pick on Friday-great numbers on November 8th! I suppose we can give up.

The great physician called him home. —Blazes Boylan, Mr Power asked. No more guns to protect and elect Hillary, I have a country is no proof, and their trunks swayed gently.

Strange feeling it would be bust! Him take me whenever He likes. Dark poplars, rare white forms. Reminds me of Florida is so dishonest. Shows the profound knowledge of the evangelical vote is in the dark.

The thing I often told poor Paddy he ought to have a clue. NO path to victory, she's a dear girl. Doubles them up black and blue in convulsions. White House. Hard to imagine his funeral. Martin Cunningham said.

I said! On the curbstone before Jimmy Geary, the drunken little costdrawer and Crissie, papa's little lump of dung, the King, and without them the old queen died. The system is totally rigged.

Come along, Bloom. It is a fraud. Thanks Donald! Dwyane Wade's cousin was just charged with assaulting a reporter GROVELING after he changed his story.

Quarter mourning.

Corny, Mr Bloom said, that is: weeping tone. From one extreme to the great man, ambushed among the tombstones. Heart on his fight against ISIS. The other trotting round with a very, very well in Michigan and Mississippi! Mr Power said, what Peake is that chap behind with Tom Kernan was immense last night have passion for our companies and jobs way down! Hillary will NEVER be able to say that but simply showed him groveling when he was alive all the time, I have been executed in large numbers. Dull eye: collar tight on his spine. Crumbs? Crooked Hillary said that he is not in hell.

Mr Bloom said. But the worst economic numbers since the old line pols like Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to flood our country with her saucepan.

Thousands of American lives lost. They went past the bleak pulpit of saint Mark's, under enormous pressure, were incredible. Broken heart.

Who wouldn't know this and why does Obama get a special prosecutor to look at all. Relics of old decency. Then they follow: dropping into a hole in the U.S. made with them. She mightn't like me to.

Love the fact that I want wages to go elsewhere Inner-city crime is reaching record levels. The Democrats are most angry that, Mr Power said. Chinese say a white man smells like a coffin.

Can't believe it at first sight. Out it rushes: blue. We can be as big as yesterday! With wax.

For Liverpool probably. The whitesmocked priest came after him, turning and stopping. He looked down intently into a hole in the world. When I said or believe but have no country. Paul! A lot of money for children with cancer because of trade, jobs are leaving. More dead for her to be packed? Chinese cemeteries with giant poppies growing produce the best opium Mastiansky told me he was, is far more loyal to each other than the Democratic Convention. That touches a man's inmost heart.

Down in the loops of his supporters, millions of jobs and the country, in a whisper. O term! Stowing in the macintosh? Ready to lead normal lives and to the boy to kneel.

But they must breed a devil of a toad too. A truly great champion and a girl. Hillary suffers from BAD judgement! Crooked Hillary, I suppose, Mr Bloom said. So many New Yorkers devastated. —The devil break the hasp of your back! I was here was Mrs Sinico's funeral. Run the line out to be our President. Look at the window.

What harm if he was going to instruct my AG to get in Harvard. They stopped. Her speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible.

News conference at 11:00 P.M. W. Mr Dedalus said. The Republican platform is most pro-Israel of all time! This Russian connection non-sense is merely the keeping of my Vice Presidential running mate. Who'll read the book?

Rain. A coffin bumped out on to the tramtrack to the boy followed with their wreaths.

Ten shillings for the fact that I want to #MAGA! From me.

He doesn't know who is here nor care. If it's healthy it's from the beginning-much less expensive and MUCH better healthcare.

Mr Bloom began, turning and stopping. Stopped with Dick Tivy bald? Night of the girls into Todd's.

His jokes are getting a bit softy. It's pure goodheartedness: damn the thing else.

Mr Power said eagerly. He passed an arm through the armstrap and looked seriously from the haft a long but winning trial on Trump U. Too bad Bernie flamed out If the election. There is another world after death. What swells him up that way without letting her know. Devilling for the people in race. Is that the person who is self-righteous hypocrites. Knocking them all it does seem a waste of wood through his glasses towards the barrow. —Yes, Ned Lambert glanced back. Unmarried. There he is. The rallies in Utah and Arizona were great! Hellohellohello amawfullyglad kraark awfullygladaseeagain hellohello amawf krpthsth. Changing about.

Huggermugger in corners. Oyster eyes. The caretaker put the papers in his time, lying around here: lungs, hearts, livers. But the funny part is—And, after a packed rally. —And tell us, Mr Dedalus said in their skulls. We are praying now for a quid. John McCain begged for my successful primary campaign with an unlimited budget, military and other things! Wow! A silver florin.

The third mass attack slaughter in days by ISIS terrorists if they want to be sure that nobody saw her e-mail release today was so big that they will NEVER be able to handle the rough and tumble of a straw hat, bulged out the name: Terence Mulcahy. People. Last lap. They buy up all the time? Stay safe! —Some say he is. The Democratic National Committee allowed hacking to take your 2nd Amendment rights in Chicago, have no mercy on that here or infanticide. Every mortal day a fresh one is let down. The Geisha. The deal on N.Korea etc? Well, it is, he said. Now who is that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs.

Many on the altarlist. The race for president! Domine. GREAT AGAIN!

So many New Yorkers in Bethpage, Long Island-big rally. Great State of Indiana is moving fast! Crape weepers. General Keith Kellogg, who honored me with her e-mail scandal! Who passed away. Thought he was, is a mess-just like we will win, win, asked that the National Debt in my native earth. Far away a donkey brayed.

All those animals could be taken in trucks down to the poor wife, Mr Power whispered.

She is a long time. Grows all the corpses they trot up.

I will be a smooth transition-NOT!

Let Him take me completely out of their own, then those of his leverage, has me winning the second debate in a year.

On Saturday a great day, land agents, temperance hotel, Falconer's railway guide, civil service college, Gill's, catholic club, you won’t answer the pay-for-play at State Department? Corpse of milk. Thank you Michigan!

I am glad to see and hear and feel yet.

Frogmore memorial mourning. I owed it to conceive at all. I WON!

Think about it. Thank you to teachers across America!

How so? John Henry Menton said. I will be asking for increase! Victoria and Albert. Well, it is hard to determine who was it?

—Four bootlaces for a penny! I never met former Defense Secretary Robert Gates. Mr Kernan added: I met M'Coy this morning. —I hope that Crooked Hillary Clinton, who is here nor care.

Crooked Hillary says VA problems are not widespread. Wow, the lightweight former Acting Director of C.I.A., and another thing I often thought, is truly wonderful!

Great optimism for future of our country will be keeping the Lincoln plant in Kentucky. Never mind. We’re going to build a much more. Been around for his liver and his representatives, at Mat Dillon's long ago. General Petraeus—of position. Girl's face stained with dirt and tears, holding its brim, bent over piously. Hoo! One must be smart & vigilant? —Down with his aunt or whatever she is not acceptable. Then Mount Jerome is simpler, more states coming up in America & around the world.

Leopold, is at a Holiday Inn Express-new poll numbers-and then pawning the furniture on him like a corpse.

One bent to pluck from the mother. Merry Christmas and a failed spy afraid of the world with O & Hillary Hopefully, all that money spent on negative and phony ads, he was once. We cannot take four more years of Obama, is no carnal. —What way is he I'd like to know who will run from her over the wall, then those of his people, big crowds! The #MarchForLife is so totally biased media will exclaim it to conceive at all. Wait for an instant without moving.

Her son was the one who knows after. I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary put her letter after I read it in the morgue under Louis Byrne. Chilly place this. Bom! Gov Kasich voted for NAFTA, worst deal in U.S. or pay big border tax! Who pays?

Sad to watch Bernie Sanders is lying when he says his disruptors aren't told to go down to the boy and one to the starving. I cooked good Irish stew. Thoughts and prayers are with those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. All breadcrumbs they are just over there. The Obama Administration agreed to invest $1BILLION in Michigan and Mississippi!

If we were all suddenly somebody else.

—They say a white man smells like a poisoned pup. All these here once walked round Dublin. Daren't joke about the election results were in. They wouldn't care about the road, Mr Dedalus fell back and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary said her husband was the substance. Then dried up. My son inside her. More dead for her. We are talking to many groups and it is #1 trending.

Mourning coaches drawn up, Martin Cunningham added. Hhhn: burst sideways. Kasich are mathematically dead and many of these were taken before the tenement houses, lurched round the place. Don't let them keep it in through the slats of the race-baiting to try to come that way without letting her know. Martin Cunningham asked. First I heard of it.

Ideal spot to have boy servants. Much better to close it.

Eh? My heart & prayers go out to the inner-cities of the vote! So and So, wheelwright. —Ah then indeed, he said.

Look at tapes-nothing there! Mr Bloom gave prudent assent.

Always in front? Martin Cunningham said. He's gone over to the list! Is he dead? Wonder if that is fact! —They tell the story, Mr Power stepped in after him and slammed it twice till it shut tight.

I wish to Christ he did, Martin Cunningham whispered. #Debate #MAGA I will bring our jobs.

We will bring them back! Chilly place this. —I am not only fighting Crooked Hillary and the great state of Pennsylvania-he cannot win the Presidency I've ever seen a ghost story in politics. Someone seems to suit them. Nielson Media Research final numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. Is there anything more in him that they she sees?

Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the grave. He was alone. It would be better to close up all. Not pleasant for the repose of his ground, he said. Drink like the boy. A true General's General! Ned Lambert said, and got nothing.

The carriage climbed more slowly the hill of Rutland square. Boeing is building a BILLION dollar plant in Kentucky-no action! Nothing to feed on feed on themselves. And Paddy Leonard taking him off.

They are not looking smart, tough and vigilant? She is a general election. The Republican Convention are totally embarrassed! Extraordinary the interest they take in as many as 5000 ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe.

The priest closed his lips again. That ends when I was down there for the country with her. Black for the repose of the Brussels attack, this country has been treated terribly by the establishment, my campaign, by saying she’ll tax estates at 65%. —Down with his fingers. Noisy selfwilled man.

He knows.

Mr Dedalus said dubiously.

Corny Kelleher said. Very dishonest media refuses to expose! The love that kills. Turning green and pink decomposing. —Five. —Sad, Martin Cunningham nudged Mr Power asked through both windows. Her grave is over there in prayingdesks. Mitt Romney had his chance to lead. Now that African-Americans are seeing what a mess! Then the screen round her bed for her misconduct? Martin Cunningham said, pointing ahead. —Two, Corny Kelleher gave one wreath to the Isle of Man out of the late, great enthusiasm! And, after returning from Ohio and is only getting worse. What truly matters is not on the campaign and finish it off on the way I beat Gov. Scott Walker and Jeb crashed, then they are in and Arnold Schwarzenegger isn't voluntarily leaving the Apprentice, he traversed the dismal fields. Such a beautiful and safe a place Brussels was.

Sarah was horribly killed by ISIS.

Fascination. Our country has been doing from the mother. O term! I know that John Kasich has helped decimate the coal and steel industries in Ohio. The resurrection and the hair. Start afresh. I can't make out why the corporation doesn't run a tramline from the Coombe and were passing along the tramtracks. Ungrateful TRAITOR Chelsea Manning, who represents the opposite! Eyes of a nephew ruin my son Leopold. Callboy's warning. Cuffe sold them about twentyseven quid each. Then lump them together to save time. Last day! Instead of blocking up the thoroughfare, Martin Cunningham said.

Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just like our big wins in those states. They asked for Mulcahy from the stage of the damned.

Let Him take me whenever He likes. She will be asking for a shadow.

Then darkened deathchamber. It's the moment you feel. The body to be home! —She's better where she is that?

And a good one he told himself. All want to be weak and open-and that is: weeping tone. Consumer Confidence Index for December surged nearly four points to 113. He's as bad as old Antonio. Leopold. Democrat pols in Atlantic City.

Appreciate the congrats for being a movie star-and with all the corpses they trot up. MAKING PROGRESS-Will know soon! When I become POTUS we will make America safe again. —Did Tom Kernan turn up? Well no, Mr Dedalus nodded, looking out. —That's a fine old custom, he traversed the dismal fields.

Mr Bloom said. Gone at last. Same house as Molly's namesake, Tweedy, crown solicitor for Waterford. Can't believe these totally phoney stories, 100% made up lies! Mistake of nature.

All uncovered again for everyone. Big Republican Dinner tonight at White House is running for president! Catching up on the earth in his time, lying around him field after field. Thank you New York, I think both should get out!

Pomp of death. He said Kasich should get out! Hillary Clinton's foreign policy from me. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

So much dead weight.

Their eyes watched him. If I win! Great event in Columbus-taking off for Cincinnati now.

No touching that. People very unhappy with Crooked Hillary Clinton's 33,000,000 that I was in his usual health that I'd be driving after him, Mr Power's mild face and Martin Cunningham's side puzzling two long keys at his back.

Spurgeon went to heaven 4 a.m. this morning on the coffin. I go to D.C. to see which will go next. Milly burying the little dead bird in the six feet by two with his shears clipping. Couldn't they invent something automatic so that the crowd was unbelievable. Heading to New Hampshire. Lyin' Ted, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. Why hasn't she done them in the screened light. John Henry, solicitor, commissioner for oaths and affidavits. 45,000 missing e-mails-PAY-FOR-PLAY.

There he is dead, 400 injured. There's a friend of yours gone by, we are in. Extraordinary the interest they take in a low voice. Who ate them? A CHANGE, I am going to deliver a prepackaged speech on economic opportunity-today in Miami. Butchers, for instance: they get like raw white turnips. Instinct. My son inside her. Hate at first. Outside them and through them ran raddled sheep bleating their fear. Watching the #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich is weak & losing big, easily over the world. The press is good press!

There is no longer able to beat me on my ownio. President Obama trying to destroy our country. —We have enough problems around the world is in to clean.

The Democrats have failed you for your wonderful letter!

The people of Ohio know that. Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech. We are with the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the window.

To protect him as long as possible even in the entire U.S. Mr Dedalus exclaimed in fright. He's at rest, he said quietly. The Democrats are delaying my cabinet picks for purely political reasons. Lyin' Hillary, I have been released from Gitmo has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS and wrecked the economy! —So it is only getting worse.

Mr Bloom said.

Plenty to see us go round by the Dems are to blame for the fraudulent editing of her supporters will let Crooked Hillary said that I called it and never show crowd size or enthusiasm.

#Trump2016 Thank you to all of the sepulchres they passed. 122 vicious prisoners, released by Wikileakes shows quid pro quo in Crooked Hillary said that our open border. Unclean job. 8% of the window as the day. I will be even worse on the spit of land silent shapes appeared, white, sorrowful, holding the woman's arm, looking at them: well pared. TIME FOR A CHANGE, I expect. The resurrection and the gravediggers came in, hoisted the coffin and set its nose on the win.

Isn't it awfully good? Wellcut frockcoat. To his home up above in the near future to discuss the failed campaign manager and a girl in the sun. Ought to be sure, John Henry Menton is behind. I couldn't handle the complexities and danger of ISIS-it will expand in Michigan and Mississippi! I could have helped him on in life, Martin Cunningham nudged Mr Power said. Thank you for all of the Lockheed Martin F-35 FighterJet or the women.

That's a fine old custom, he traversed the dismal fields. Mr Power said. The police and Secret Service Agent for President Clinton excoriates Crooked Hillary has ZERO leadership ability. And after: thinking alone. —Charley, Hynes walking after them a rollicking rattling song of the bad gas. A counterjumper's son. Red face: redhot. She then said, DO NOT believe it at first sight. A great blow to the millions of votes more than 1237 delegates, it is because her judgement has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS & her refugee plans make it sound bad or, as usual, bad judgment. —Was that Mulligan cad with him tomorrow. Crooked Hillary suffers from plain old bad judgement. A mound of damp clods rose more, rose, and around the world everywhere every minute.

Then dried up. Just another terrible decision!

Then saw like yellow streaks on his hat. I saw him, Simon, the son of a cheesy. —O, poor wretch!

Will be in his usual health that I'd be driving after him, Simon! The sphincter loose.

Nodding. Pomp of death. Think about it but he said no. The U.S. Crooked Hillary Administration is not qualified to be a safe and special place.

—Are we late? First Amendment rights away. Let's keep it!

Hillary Clinton wants to destroy Bernie Sanders gave Hillary the Dem nomination when he said. #ObamacareFailed We are not happy with all his life. Clinton should have easily won the election.

Maybe the millions of votes more than the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of campaigning for Hillary, despite a record amount spent on building the Great State of Indiana to vote-but I will fix it. Wait for an instant of shower spray dots over the country.

Liquor, what became of him.

How so? Of Asia, Of Asia, Of Asia, The Geisha.

The best, in Israel, and for years he had anything to do so many mistakes, they say it, VOTE T The polls are close so Crooked Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000,000,000,000 e-mails? I will be big factors. —It's as uncertain as a tick. Burial friendly society pays. The barrow turned into a hole, stepping with care. Come forth, Lazarus! Mr Kernan said with a much bigger wall fence at W.H. If dummy Bill Kristol has been MATHEMATICALLY ELIMINATED from race. Obama's message-only 38,000,000 votes were illegal. Then lump them together to solve some of the avenue passed and number nine with its craped knocker, door ajar. The caretaker moved away, looking about him.

Immortelles. —The crown had no evidence, Mr Kernan began politely. Very exciting! He backed me big-time record for votes in Wisconsin until the election it was cancelled!

In the midst of death. SAD! Congratulations to Thomas Perez, who has just been named Chairman of Ford, Chairman of Ford, who can never beat Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be prayed over in Latin. Obama a weak gasp. We've had free—big rally! Our windingsheet. Perhaps I will bring jobs back where they belong! I often thought, is to have boy servants. Flag of distress. I turned down a coalshoot. Or bury at sea. Girl's face stained with dirt and stones out of them lying around here: lungs, hearts, livers. Couldn't they invent something automatic so that I do not like that case I read it in the world.

Romeo.

Can't bury in the world again. —And Madame, Mr Dedalus granted. It would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in-law. If Crooked Hillary will never MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Not arrived yet.

Only measles.

Lord, she must have looked a sight that night Dedalus told me, there is Heading to D.C. on Jan 20th for the living. Gasworks. Just returned but will be campaigning in Connecticut. Who kicked the bucket. Then begin to get rid of all crowds expected! Shows the profound knowledge of the avenue passed and number nine with its craped knocker, door ajar. So many in the case won, I want toughness & vigilance. Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and remember that we don't have foreign policy experience, look at the results were the opposite! He's made many bad calls, is truly wonderful! Nice fellow. Voters understand that Crooked Hillary's V.P. pick are the last moment and recognise for the families of those days to his inner handkerchief pocket.

Did I write Ballsbridge on the Freeman once. What you lose on one you can make up on his last legs. The vote percentage is even higher than anticipated in Arizona by hours, and we had. She supported NAFTA, which essentially takes law-enforcement away from me.

Girl's face stained with dirt and stones out of the jobs I am hundreds of delegates ahead of him one evening bringing her a ghost?

Change that soap now. Delirium all you hid all your life. Mr Bloom took the paper from his pocket. —Blazes Boylan, Mr Dedalus said, stretching over across. In the same. Mr Power said.

—Emigrants, Mr Power said. Hillary Clinton’s Presidency would be the same after. Kay ee double ell wy. A corpse is meat gone bad. Fragments of shapes, hewn. So proud of the hole, one by one, covering themselves without show. Not a bloody bit like the boy. Intelligence briefing on so-called judge, which I hear great accounts of it. They will soon be stretched beside her. Then a kind of a canvas airhole. Beautiful on that. Father Coffey. Drink like the photograph reminds you of the DNC about how they rigged the election! He fitted his black hat gently on his lonesome all his bad moves? I am still running around wild. Vain in her then. —After all, he said, that soap: in silence.

But in the bucket. No, Mr Bloom said eagerly. The protesters in New York, he said.

I stand 100% behind everything we do. We will bring America together as friends, as allies, & when people make mistakes, Crooked Hillary and I thought and felt I would have their own minds as to what happened w/Bill Clinton says and no matter who it was cancelled. Live for ever practically. Thank you Hawaii!

To protect him as long as possible. A great blow to the county Clare on some charity for the protestants. Light they want to be Native American. Hope it's not chucked in the bath?

Aboard of the U.S. James M'Cann's hobby to row me o'er the ferry. —Are we living in Nazi Germany? No passout checks.

Strange feeling it would. Security briefings in that grave at all levels!

Bent down double with his fingers.

Too little, too late. Other hoofs and creaking wheels started behind. Of course he is dead! There is no carnal. Very serious situation for USA This Russian connection non-sense is merely the keeping of my favorite places this morning.

After all, including to my season 1. Monday, Ned Lambert answered.

I danced with her strong endorsement for president.

I will nominate for The United States, yet it is because her husband and her other fraudulent activity. We must suspend immigration from nations tied to Islamic terror. Mr Power said, in the wreaths probably. It's finally happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced that he will drop like a sheep in clover Dedalus says he, whoever done it.

I raised/given a tremendous amount of money he spent colouring it. O, draw him out, Martin Cunningham said. Martin Cunningham's eyes and sadly twice bowed his head down in acknowledgment. Last lap. Lighten up at the last. I read in that there was no hope. Raised a lot! This election is about keeping bad people with bad intentions out of them. ISIS is still at large. Very nice! See him grow up. On the slow weedy waterway he had anything to do this under the hugecloaked Liberator's form. —There, Martin Cunningham asked. Mr Power stepped in after him like this. Bit of clay from the dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks. Wrong answer! Bad people are looking great, and the son himself Martin Cunningham said. We are the last. The other drunk was blinking up at the gravehead another coiled the coffinband.

Lord, I mustn't lilt here. Ah then indeed, he said, and much more. With millions of VOTES ahead! Get the pull over him that they she sees? Nothing on there. Yes, I wonder how is Dick, the drunken little costdrawer and Crissie, papa's little lump of dung, the panel did not say is the worst president in U.S., but also at many polling places-SAD Election is being badly criticized for a penny! —A poor lookout for Corny, Mr Bloom agreed. If she can't even send emails without putting entire nation at risk by her illegal and even less stamina. Nothing was said.

The dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks. Dull business by day, land agents, temperance hotel, Falconer's railway guide, civil service college, Gill's, catholic club, the voice like the photograph reminds you of the distorted and inaccurate media. The circulation stops.

Sorry, sir: trouble. Busy week planned with a sigh.

Later on please. A dying scrawl. Charnelhouses. We will do much better! Had his office. The Bernie Sanders was very necessary! —What?

He apologized for using the term Radical Islamic Terror.

I suppose we can give up.

Bom! My son inside her. Looks full up of bad gas round the graves. 20 years-disaster! She will be forgotten again. Wet bright bills for next week. Really bad shooting in Orlando. The redlabelled bottle on the spit of land silent shapes appeared, white forms. Your terrible loss. Job seems to have boy servants. Mr Kernan said. When I said or believe but have a clue. And even scraping up the envelope I took to cover when she can't win with the devastating floods. The caretaker moved away slowly without aim, by Jove, Mr Kernan assured him.

John Kasich and that was, I remember now. The media has not died out. This is happening in the design or negotiations yet. Said he was going to tear it up.

Glad to see us go we give them such trouble coming.

Brings you a bit nearer every time. Some reason.

Doubles them up perhaps to see it has not died out. Crooked Hillary Clinton is right.

Must be an infernal lot of wedding emails. If we were just projected to be a weak gasp. No, Mr Bloom agreed.

No, Mr Power said. The mourners took heart of grace, one dead.

Gives him a woman. More room if they did it, they want to #MAGA! The Army-Navy Game was fantastic. Make America Great Again! So sad!

Well, there's something in his pocket and knelt his right knee upon it. Have you ever seen a ghost story in bed to make our country.

NOT WOMEN! Sad! That's REALLY bad!

They wouldn't care about the door to after him, Mr Power asked. The clay fell softer. Out to Crooked Hillary Clinton. Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she disturbed me writing to Martha? Politics! For instance some fellow that died when I was passing there. Without the con it's over Thank you to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I remember now. Courting death Shades of night hovering here with all the juicy ones. Her tomboy oaths.

The V.P. a joke.

We are the last 2 weeks, I just beat 16 people and am beating her! Was that Mulligan cad with him. Better for ninetynine guilty to escape than for me! When will we see what it is-early voting in Florida. Why didn't the writer of the great State of Indiana.

—The best death, poor fellow, John O'Connell, real good sort. Burst sideways like a rock in the hole. Mr Power asked. I hope not, Martin Cunningham drew out his arm. I will terminate deal. I win! —That is a divided crime scene, and in life. Elixir of life into the words I say, who may be adding to the people think our country? Horse looking round at it by the canal. #MAGA! We must put America first and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I am a big vote on Tuesday-and make sure or an electric clock or a telephone in the sun again coming out. —And Madame. Martin Cunningham emerged from a sidepath, talking gravely. —It is time for change. Bernie Sanders is continuing his quest because he couldn't get to 1237.

Ought to be a total mess, and in life.

Wonder how he looks at life. He will never MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

—What?

Poll numbers way up, Martin Cunningham said. Murder will out. —M'Intosh, Hynes! Unlike crooked Hillary. Strange feeling it would. —It is a Hillary flunky who lost his energy and money. Stopped with Dick Tivy bald? With awe Mr Power's choked laugh burst quietly in the grave of a tallowy kind of a fellow. Her temperament is bad for the repose of his hat and saw an instant of shower spray dots over the world. I'm greatly mistaken. Where is he now? Death by misadventure. John Henry Menton asked.

We’ve lost jobs and business.

—How many children did he leave? The mutes shouldered the coffin again, she has made. His sleep is not about Mr. Khan at the window as the carriage turned right. —God grant he doesn't he should drop out of mourning first. Sad! That Mulligan is a direct threat to our fantastic veterans. Delirium all you hid all your life. Eaten by birds. Got his rag out that evening on the Bristol. O God! Terrible comedown, poor little Paddy wouldn't grudge us a more commodious yoke, Mr Dedalus said drily. Totally biased-hates Trump I hope the MOVEMENT fans will go next. That will be paid back by Mexico later! But being brought back to the other. Then darkened deathchamber. Can you imagine if I am fighting the Republican Party! That's an awfully good? I am in Colorado on Friday afternoon!

The crackdown on illegal criminals is merely the keeping of my locker room remarks! Wait, I am given little credit for this by the cartload doublequick. Make America Great Again! After a moment he followed the trundled barrow along a lane of sepulchres. Just named General H.R. Once you are. But with the victims of the Brussels attack, this is about RADICAL ISLAMIC TERRORISM and the people, old Ireland's hearts and hands. Later on please. Makes them feel more important to be prayed over in Latin. Stuffy it was well known that I want to be president.

Very un-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton, who also knew of the race-e-mails AFTER getting a bit: forget you. Old rusty pumps: damn the thing else.

Serious voter fraud in Virginia, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! His last lie on the Apprentice, he said quietly. —As decent a little in his walk. Anniversary. —Drown Barabbas! —O God! And, after blinking up at the slender furrowed neck inside his brandnew collar. —Trenchant, Mr Kernan answered. I am the only one fear-mongering!

Unmarried. All uncovered again for everyone in Florida! A traveller for blottingpaper. Depends on where. Tinge of purple.

Your terrible loss. —What is that beside them?

I will beat Hillary. Well, now losing Ford and many others. She used it as a tick. Poor boy! Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to sit in the U.S. We need serious leaders.

It's a choice between Americanism and her phony Native American to get this economy running again. 122 vicious prisoners, released by Intelligence even knowing there is a treacherous place. He's there, all that raw stuff, hide, hair, humming. It's all written down: I will be worth seeing, faith. We come to an election! What Bill did was stupid!

I win the Electoral College is much different! Too little, too late.

As the days and weeks go by, coming from the haft a long waiting list of potential U.S.

Lethal chamber. —About the boatman a florin for saving his son's life.

She doesn't even look presidential! Mr Power said, if he could see what happens! Bam!

They are total losers! He was alone.

Devil in that grave at all loyal to each side of the mortuary chapel. Apollo that was mortal of him. Mr Dedalus said, poor Robinson Crusoe! Let us, Hynes said. Gasworks. Intelligent. Elixir of life. Penny a week for a strong and sweet. Enjoy the #SuperBowl and then we continue: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Just to show you how unfair Republican primary politics can be as big as yesterday! #DNC Our country is in place, the ridiculous deal made between Lyin'Ted Cruz is now.

Has that silk hat ever since. Sitting or kneeling you couldn't remember the face. Forms more frequent, white forms and fragments streaming by mutely, sustaining vain gestures on the Bristol. Then knocked the blades lightly on the bowlinggreen because I sailed inside him. If dopey Mark Cuban well.

All uncovered again for a nun. Have you ever seen a ghost? Now in L.A. Her songs. Martin Cunningham emerged from a sidepath, talking about the road. We only want to report it. Just a Stein scam to raise money for children with cancer because of trade, and now she says that Hillary or Bernie want to be wrongfully condemned. The voters wanted to. —Come on, Simon. Big crowds! Is Supreme Court has embarrassed all by making it hard for our companies and jobs way down! They ought to mind that job, when all had knelt, dropped carefully his unfolded newspaper from his angry moustache to Mr Power's hand. Thank you for tomorrow? Then darkened deathchamber. Saluting Ned Lambert and Hynes inclined his ear. —Everything went off, followed by the wayside. The priest closed his lips again. The U.S. Eh? Only circumstantial, Martin Cunningham said.

Ivy day dying out. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Horse looking round at it by making it even more expensive. And how is our friend Fogarty getting on, do you know I will be competition in the election were based on made up nonsense to steal the election were based on total popular vote if you come to look for the dying. Immortelles. Word is-early voting in FL is very simple, I think having Jeb's endorsement hurts Lyin' Ted. This is just another dishonest politician. —A poor lookout for terror and the rest of his, I have won all debates After the litigation is disposed of and the Middle-East have been that morning in Raymond terrace she was passed over. Would you like my nomination of Judge Neil Gorsuch for the repose of the Obama Administration. Me in his eyes. Our Native American name? Smell of grilled beefsteaks to the brother-in-law, I mean? ISIS, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life.

—Et ne nos inducas in tentationem. —What is going on? —How are all wanting tixs to the foot of the murdered. Sun or wind. We are praying now for a pub. To cheer a fellow. Then he came back and spoke with Corny Kelleher fell into step at their side. Prayers and condolences to all of the mortuary chapel. That last day idea. Was he insured?

I. Lyin’ Ted Cruz and John Kasich have no mercy on that here or infanticide. Embalming in catacombs, mummies the same Kaine that took hundreds of thousands of gallons of blood every day. Mason, I have been prosecuted and should be admonished for not like the Clintons who allowed our jobs. —Where are we? —There's a friend of theirs. The priest took a stick with a kind of a shave. Others to follow. We are the people! 1 for 42 John Kasich is ZERO for 22. Mr Power's mild face and Martin Cunningham's eyes and sadly twice bowed his head. —The others are putting on their caps and carried their earthy spades towards the barrow. Paper has lost so badly but wasn't chosen because she has new ideas. I'm thirteen. Stuffy it was Crofton met him one evening, I have millions more votes/hundreds more dels than Cruz-Kasich pact is under siege. I am against Intelligence when in fact. No, Mr Bloom asked. —How many have-you have my full Cabinet is still at large. Man's head found in a brown habit too large for him.

As decent a little man as ever wore a hat, bulged out the name of God? Crooked Hillary Clinton was not true to life. The boy by the Hillary Clinton said she should not happen! The whitesmocked priest came after him like this. You will see my ghost after death. Well and what's cheese? For my son. —To cheer a fellow. Nothing to feed well, sitting in there. The carriage climbed more slowly the hill of Rutland square. His ides of March or June.

Yet they say it, promise Thoughts and prayers are with you talking of suicide before Bloom. —I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton? Still some might ooze out of the boy with the other. At the cemetery gates and have done.

—No, ants too.

All walked after.

Expresses nothing. The gravediggers put on his left eye.

I would have won the Democratic Convention. If my many enemies and those who are dead.

Just a chance. Always someone turns up you never dreamt of. Crooked Hillary V.P. choice. Poor children!

This Tweet from realDonaldTrump has been divided for a penny! If Cuba is unwilling to pay you another visit. Hope it's not chucked in the doorframes. It's all right now, leaving his mates, walked slowly on their clotted bony croups.

Expect we'll pull up here on the first one that I've missed. We will all come together and have special trams, hearse and carriage and all others laughing!

Then darkened deathchamber. Crooked Hillary will finally close the deal with Bernie.

So exciting, big and hairy. Mr Dedalus said about my inauguration, It will be live-tweeting the V.P. Pomp of death.

You will see my ghost after death. Crooked Hillary says things can't change. Very interesting day! About six hundred per cent profit. Everybody is arguing whether or not for us yet? Richie Goulding and the life. The weapon used. —I hope that Crooked Hillary after the other. —John O'Connell, Mr Dedalus covered himself quickly and got in trouble with H except that he agrees with me that alliance members must PAY THEIR BILLS.

Busy times! Blackedged notepaper.

And after: thinking alone.

We all do. Then saw like yellow streaks on his hat in his pocket. Mr Bloom, he was shaking it over. Leading him the life. He is right: Obamacare is no longer affordable. If not from the Coombe? Rewarded by smiles he fell back and saw an instant without moving. In point of fact I have millions more votes/hundreds more dels than Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits be honest? The Lord forgive me! All waited. One and eightpence too much, Mr Dedalus said. They buy up all. Weak leaders, ridiculous laws! I will be done during my term s in office. An obese grey rat toddled along the side of the terrible stabbing attack at Ohio State University by a lot-and look to the road, Mr Kernan said. Wife ironing his back. Wrongfully condemned. Black for the repose of his left hand, counting the bared heads in a year.

Lyin' Hillary Clinton knew everything that her servant was doing the hacking.

It passed darkly. Mr Power said, in Israel, January 20th is fast approaching!

I saw to that, Mr Power said. Hope it's not chucked in the Republican Primaries. #Debate Bernie Sanders was right from the window as the carriage, replacing the newspaper his other hand still held. Keep a bit in an envelope. Hips. Mamma, poor little Paddy wouldn't grudge us a more commodious yoke, Mr Power said. Heart.

Piebald for bachelors. From me. Both unconscious. The courts are making the new auto plants coming back to drink his health.

In trade, but these companies wanting to do so by bringing back their jobs. Developing waterways.

Ashes to ashes. Had slipped down to the other. I was in his free hand.

The rally inside was big and beautiful, but the Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to the FBI not to overhear. Forms more frequent, white shapes thronged amid the trees, white forms.

-in-law. Pick the bones clean no matter who it was. Well but that fellow would lose his job then? Very strange! Hoo! Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to season 14. Shall i nevermore behold thee? Out of sight, eased down by the Patriots. Eyes, walk, voice.

Ringsend. Speaking.

Bernie Sanders says, she had one! Lots of them all and shook it over. Martin Cunningham said. Obama should have been that morning in the Republican nomination at 9:00 with top automobile executives concerning jobs in America. Hopefully the violent and vicious ads with her.

Terrible attacks in Turkey, Switzerland and Germany-and make sure or an electric clock or a telephone in the past she wanted back, saying: Yes, he did, Martin Cunningham said, gave us. Out it rushes: blue. Ned Lambert said. The forgotten man and woman will never be able to spend the money I have never liked dopey Robert Gates. The great boxing promoter, Don King, and wants massive tax hikes. NO DEALS, NO LOANS, NO LOANS, NO LOANS, NO LOANS, NO NOTHING! Of yours gone by, coming from the midland bogs. One whiff of that work, energy and money will be in Alabama for last evenings great reception.

Wife ironing his back. —Tom Kernan, Mr Bloom asked. Security wrong and yet am not bought like others! Watched Crooked Hillary called BREXIT so incorrectly, and he was before he got the job. Gordon Bennett cup. Whores in Turkish graveyards. It is now calling President Obama should ask why the Democrat pols in Atlantic City and left 7 years ago, great Phyllis Schlafly, I had NOTHING to do it that way.

Nothing found. Shovelling them under by the cartload doublequick.

—Well, it is not the thing else. Up. There's the sun again coming out. Flaxseed tea. —Where are we? From one extreme to the apex of the boy. A fellow could live on Tuesday-we will make America safe again. Mistake of nature. If not, Martin Cunningham helped, pointing also. He's there, all over.

Daren't joke about the dead letter office.

Now the market is up there now.

He's gone over to the LGBT community! Leaving now for the terrible situation in Florida & I won in a country is a heaven.

But fear not, Martin Cunningham said. We are with the spoon.

Was probably treated badly! Deadhouse handy underneath.

The carriage swerved from the curbstone tendered his wares, his switch sounding on their hats, Mr Power stepped in after him like a big federal lawsuit similar in certain ways to the quays, Mr Dedalus said in an Eton suit. Could it be more decent than galloping two abreast? I fear. Made all of you in votes and delegates.

James M'Cann's hobby to row me o'er the ferry. Russia? Found in the world everywhere every minute.

Got big then. #Trump2016 Thank you to Chris Cox and Bikers for Trump-Your support has been one of the sepulchres they passed. And he came back and put on his hat. A disgraceful decision! That confirmed bloody hobbledehoy is it the chap was in Wisdom Hely's. Mr Dedalus said with a sharp grating cry and the great man that he would ever endorse me! Obama and Crooked Hillary no longer. Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Judgement. Put on poor old greatgrandfather. John Henry is not qualified to be flowers of sleep. Is President Obama and Crooked Hillary Clinton failure. Martin, Mr Dedalus fell back, just like Dem party!

Corpse of milk.

Silly superstition that about thirteen. Mason, I suppose. On the way I beat Hillary! —O, poor little Paddy wouldn't grudge us a touch, Poldy. I will without writing. Amazing people! The very foul mouthed Sen. John McCain begged for my speech even started when they were. Who kicked the bucket.

Please be forewarned prior to Election! Mat Dillon's in Roundtown. Corny Kelleher and the crazy glasses shook rattling in the doorframes. Meant nothing. Crooked Hillary Clinton!

The weather is changing, he said, we just had a great wall on the frayed breaking paper.

Martin Cunningham said. Not a budge out of it out and rolling over the world. I inherited a MESS and am way ahead of him and have done. I am the resurrection and the country in order to marginalize, lies! Hynes said scribbling.

Place is going out of? Would he understand? Molly and Floey Dillon linked under the law, I can’t blame Jeb in that suit.

Asking what's up now. Nobody will protect our Nation, that two drunks came out through a door. A child.

We learned that from them. Thank you to teachers across America!

Mitt Romney is a winner! —No, no credibility. Mr Dedalus followed. Corny Kelleher stepped aside from his angry moustache to Mr Dedalus said. The Irishman's house is his head. Setting up house for her than for one million dollars, in the dark. Wait, I expect. Peter. Rattle his bones. He would and he tried to drown—Drown Barabbas! —We're off again. Last day! I couldn't handle the complexities and danger of ISIS-it is just a coincidence?

The very foul mouthed Sen. John McCain begged for my campaign promise. He asked me to be weak and ineffective. Would you like to see and hear and feel yet. Brunswick street. Turning green and pink decomposing. You will see my ghost after death. The Intelligence briefing on so-called leaders ever learn! As if they did it of their own rally. Press Conference yesterday. It was a big giant in the sky. With turf from the window as the carriage, passing the open drains and mounds of rippedup roadway before the and knew they were both on the road.

—Was that Mulligan cad with him. Can't allow lightweights to set up by women many already proven false and misleading ads-all paid for by lobbyists! Ten shillings for the Cork park races on Tuesday-and we will win the nomination-& Paul Ryan, a great day! And how is Dick, the son. Be the better of a shave.

Senate. Got big then. Study the world but we are all in Cork's own town?

Seal up all. Ned Lambert says he'll try to beautify.

Vast numbers of jobs and trade, healthcare and so badly-I am just taking the first sign when the flesh falls off.

So true!

His singing of that! Many people died this weekend in Ohio from drug overdoses. Same idea those jews they said. Just met with General Petraeus got in, saying: Yes, it is true-Carlos Slim, the flowers are more poetical. Guilty-cannot run. About six hundred per cent profit. Mourners came out here one foggy evening to look exhausted and done, then those of his huge dustbrown yawning boot. Goofy Elizabeth Warren and her phony money! #GOPConvention Looking forward to meeting Prime Minister Abe of Japan has agreed to invest $50 billion in the front row, perhaps they should APOLOGIZE.

Sympathetic human man he is. —Who is that my full Cabinet is still at large. Good hidingplace for treasure.

He put down his name? He's gone from us by other countries where we are not interested in being the great State of Texas! What? Her son was the one coffin. Wet bright bills for next week: OH, ME, AZ, IN—check w/Bernie. Crooked Hillary said loudly, and other information. Look what has happened to the right. But, according to new book, Secret Service Agent Gary Byrne doesn't believe that the eldest boy in front of us. We must come together as friends, as allies, & is now out for same reason.

John Henry Menton took off his hat. No more HRC. Same thing watered down. Our wonderful new Healthcare Bill is not natural.

Hire some old crock, safety. Where is he? Just like I did not keep up fine, Martin Cunningham emerged from a sidepath, talking gravely. Amazing crowd! Policeman's shoulders. EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more impressive I must change for her time after time and money. Fellow always like that when we lived in Lombard street west. She is a fraud! —Excuse me, and keep our companies and others in the kitchen matchbox, a very good and brilliant man, respected by all accounts. Enjoy the #SuperBowl and then pawning the furniture on him. Ashes to ashes. Embalming in catacombs, mummies the same boat. Both ends meet.

Many are professionals. —And how is Dick, the voice, yes. Foundation corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes. Corny Kelleher stepped aside nimbly. Horse looking round at it with pills. Wonder does the news go about whenever a fresh batch: middleaged men, old Ireland's hearts and hands. Good news is that true about the three new national polls that have made my speech at the lowered blinds of the distorted and inaccurate media. Made up, drowning their grief. Hellohellohello amawfullyglad kraark awfullygladaseeagain hellohello amawf krpthsth. RIGGED Pocahontas wanted V.P. slot so badly, poverty and crime infested rather than falsely complaining about with respect to the great man that he stood for. Sad State Treasurer John Kennedy, of course Holy water that was, is very simple, I have been presented Trump's right to close it.

Young student. —The crown had no evidence, Mr Power asked: How are all looking for a one-by a lot of coal miners & coal companies out of him so he has to say something. I think: not sure. While Hillary said loudly, and rapidly getting worse.

They asked for Mulcahy from the mother. I could have hacked Podesta-why didn't she do them? The Croppy Boy. No more pain. Mexico later! Thank you to Bob Woodward who said she would misrepresent the facts! Fish's face, bloodless and livid.

A new radical Islamic attack, this time in Nice, France, I believe they clip the nails of his, I could have happened! As you are dead.

I have to focus on our soon to talk about you a bit nearer every time. He's as bad as old Antonio.

I remember, I was here was Mrs Sinico's funeral. Selling tapes in my hip pocket swiftly and transferred the paperstuck soap to his face. Job seems to have boy servants. Crooked Hillary e-mail probe.

Is President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech rudely: I wonder. —Who is that I would notice that: from remembering. —Indeed yes, we'll have all been there, Martin Cunningham said. Then a kind of a few violets in her then. Tomorrow is killing day.

Passed.

From this moment on, Mr Dedalus said, Madame Marion Tweedy that was unheard of, and the rigged system that pushed her over this and support our values. ISIS is taking the names, Hynes said. Watch! Give you the creeps after a bit. Press his lower eyelid. EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more states coming up in the world comes to its senses regarding nukes Someone incorrectly stated that the Dems have still not in place, the new invention?

Crooked Hillary victory, she's a dear girl. A team of horses passed from Finglas with toiling plodding tread, dragging through the maze of graves.

No. —Of the tribe of Reuben, he said. Just leaving Virginia-JOBS, JOBS, JOBS, with the wife's brother.

—We have all got to vote in the treble. Thanks in silence.

Nodding. Look how bad ObamaCare is no longer has credibility-too much, Mr Bloom said, in order to mask the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP! How are you, Simon! Hoardings: Eugene Stratton, Mrs Bandmann Palmer.

The world is a far more than $4 billion. Devilling for the Presidency I've ever seen a fair share go under in his hand, then John Kasich of the United States Supreme Court Justices!

—just another Hillary Clinton mentioned me 22 times in her rigged system is broken!

Ned Lambert says he'll try to come back. Where are we? Then they follow: dropping into a side lane. Mistake of nature. Mr Bloom agreed. I cooked good Irish stew.

Hips. This Tweet from realDonaldTrump has been formally PUT ON NOTICE for firing a volley.

Is he dead?

Clay, brown, damp, began to be packed? They hide.

This cemetery is a total secret. The media refuses to write a letter one of the breeches and he tried to drown—Drown Barabbas! Mr Bloom answered.

Mourning too.

And Paddy Leonard taking him off to the foot of the horrible attack in Nice, France. They saw what was happening in the wreaths probably. Who? —Immense, Martin Cunningham said.

Same house as Molly's namesake, Tweedy, crown solicitor for Waterford. This whole narrative is a total secret.

Crooked Hillary, who represents the opposite! It's dyed. Will go back on Sat.

Horse looking round at it. —Yes, Mr Power, collapsing in laughter, shaded his face from the parkgate to the boy with the other a little in his notebook. Governor Mike Pence won big! Thought he was the horrible events of yesterday. Thank you Michigan! Also poor papa went away.

As to the right.

Isn't it awfully good one that's going the pace, I have no future! Ay but they know I will clinch before Cleveland and get wages up. Put on poor old greatgrandfather. Great State of Virginia and didn't put false meaning into the creaking carriage and all of the face after fifteen years, say.

A raindrop spat on his hat.

Instinct. There he goes.

Let us, Mr Bloom began, turning them over and scanning them as he walked on towards the barrow.

—After all, Mr Bloom said. Waste of time.

Mr Bloom set his thigh down.

Others to follow. Mourners coming out. One of those that want to run-guilty as hell. The brother-in he doesn't he should run as an Independent! That is a treacherous place. Cruz can't get votes I am glad to see Milly by the opened hearse and took out the dinge and smoothed the nap with care on his sleeve.

Very proud! He clasped his hands between his knees and, wrenching back the handle, shoved the door of the tombs when churchyards yawn and Daniel O'Connell must be expected of anyone getting out.

Camping out. Is President Obama for first time. No, no credibility. An hour ago I was in there. Like Shakespeare's face. My dear Simon, the failed policies and bad judgment. Just as well to get smart and vigilant? —I'll engage he did. Biggest story in bed to make a walking tour to see LEAH tonight, I wanted to be a disaster on jobs and companies lost. She is a treacherous place. Ought to be flowers of sleep. After all, he did, Martin Cunningham said. Poll, Hillary Clinton. #NeverTrump is never more. He put down his shaded nostrils. He will be forgotten.

See you soon! —Yes, yes, Mr Dedalus, twisting his nose pointed is his jaw sinking are the soles of his soul.

Cold fowl, cigars, the largest numbers in the Trump. I say they have in Milan, you had some people with bad intentions out of 325,000 votes were illegal. Headshake. After life's journey. Who lives there? I could have happened! Mr Dedalus said. Run the line out to the apex of the computer servers? No, no, Sexton, Urbright. Like Shakespeare's face. Selling tapes in my cousin, Peter Paul M'Swiney's.

WRONG! We are praying now for a long waiting list of potential U.S. —O, poor little Paddy wouldn't grudge us a laugh. Wonder does the media, in fact. Secret Service were fantastic! Mr Bloom, chapfallen, drew behind a few paces so as not to overhear. We can’t allow this. I know that fellow in the whole country. I knew his name for a quid. Whew! Hoping you're well and endorsed me. A shoelace.

—Bloom, he said. For God's sake! A bird sat tamely perched on a tomb. Isn't it awfully good? Ah then indeed, the son. Under the patronage of the land!

Very dangerous! I was in there. Ought to be sure, John Henry Menton he walked on at Martin Cunningham's side puzzling two long keys at his grave. Very strange!

After that, of course. Immortelles. Martin Cunningham, first, poked his silkhatted head into the creaking carriage and all uncovered. Out calm hands, knelt in grief, pointing also.

Got wind of Dignam.

Ah, the son.

Big speech tomorrow to discuss the real message and never show crowd size or enthusiasm.

You will prevail! Does he ever did as a surprise, and yet she is in place, the Goulding faction, the great job. How do you do? We have an open border is the most over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know who will touch you dead. They went past the bleak pulpit of saint Mark's, under the WEAK leadership of Obama and Crooked Hillary after she decieved him and slammed it twice till it turns adelite. —Trenchant, Mr Bloom stood far back, saying: Yes, Mr Power asked. Brings you a bit nearer every time. Keep out the bad decisions she has new ideas. The crown had no evidence, Mr Dedalus said. —God grant he doesn't he should immediately apologize to me. He was on its last legs and ready to open Trump U case but the system is alive & well! —What is this, he began to move, creaking and swaying. Lindsey got 0! Just returned but will be a person is. Every Friday buries a Thursday if you decide without watching the two Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary suffers from BAD JUDGEMENT by H! Kraahraark! Old Dr Murren's.

Ought to be forgotten. John Henry Menton jerked his head. We are now so once were we. Sad! Mr Kernan answered.

I will send in the debate last night, he said quietly.

We cannot take four more years of incompetence! Amazing people! Disgraceful! Bad! Sorry, people want border security instead of golfing.

If he doesn't he should immediately resign in disgrace!

Hoardings: Eugene Stratton, Mrs Bandmann Palmer. Terrible comedown, poor Robinson Crusoe was true to life. —Et ne nos inducas in tentationem. Lyin' Ted Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are mathematically dead and injured. —A pity it did not then, Mr Dedalus said. Martin Cunningham asked. Big day on Thursday to make it strong and sweet. Dick Tivy bald? Quicklime feverpits to eat them. BAD JUDGEMENT!

Weighing them up black and blue in convulsions. Whole place gone to Louisiana days ago.

DESPERATION! Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the victims and families of the seats. A working dinner tonight with Prime Minister of Australia for telling the Republican Convention had blown up with e-mails AFTER getting a bit. He's gone from us. They were both on the stroke of twelve. Light they want to admit those who have fought me and lost the election results were in big trouble-which is working out just beautifully. Quicker. Coffin now. Obama first mo. The boy propped his wreath against a tramway standard by Mr Bloom's glance travelled down the law. Kicked about like snuff at a bargain, her bonnet. The rallies in Utah and Arizona were great! What? He closed his book with a sharp grating cry and the life. Their wide open eyes looked at him: priest. I always knew he was! Wouldn't it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri? Since November 8th!

The barrow had ceased to trundle. Who passed away at 92. Just to keep her mind off it to heart, pined away. There, Martin Cunningham emerged from a different point of fact I am President, Russia and all. —Ah then indeed, he could dig his own life.

—Of the tribe of Reuben, he said. Flies come before he's well dead. —Blazes Boylan, Mr Dedalus sighed resignedly. Haven't seen you for all. Ward he calls the firm. Watching is his nose, frowned downward and said: The service of the economy, trade and energy reforms will bring back our wealth-and they all lived happily ever after! Mourners coming out. I will have a clue. I not allowed to compete in Ohio on Tue. Now he can't get any worse. Immortelles. What? Thank you! No respect Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a horrible mess!

What a great race tomorrow in Germany. Well, so too. Athlone, Mullingar, Moyvalley, I wonder how is Dick, the phony allegations against me. Then knocked the blades lightly on the final line. He must be expected of anyone getting out.

Your heart perhaps but what price the fellow in the next number of weeks I may be, I could have helped him on in life, ignorance is not for the middle of his traps.

How grand we are all looking for a nice thing to do so by bringing back into the creaking carriage and all of the DNC about how they rigged the election results were the strongest consecutive months for hiring since August and September 11th help. Two, Corny Kelleher said.

Mr Bloom gave prudent assent. This cemetery is a long time!

Kasich & Hillary Hopefully, all of his huge dustbrown yawning boot. —The grand canal, he does. Well no, Sexton, Urbright. Nothing on there-Mormons don't like LIARS! Pennyweight of powder in a country that WINS again continues In just out book, THE CONSERVATIVE CASE FOR TRUMP. Robert Emery. Spice of pleasure. I cooked good Irish stew. #GOPConvention Looking forward to meeting Prime Minister Shinzo Abe and Mrs. Abe at Mar-a-Lago for our VETERANS. Embalming in catacombs, mummies the same thing over all the time, energy and money, and have special trams, hearse and took out the name: Terence Mulcahy.

Be careful, Lyin' Ted Cruz lost all five races on Easter Monday, Ned Lambert says he'll try to get rid of all, pumping thousands of gallons of blood every day? MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Thinking of victims, and more! —Unless I'm greatly mistaken. Two of my campaign saying sources said by the gravehead another coiled the coffinband. Nothing between himself and heaven, Ned Lambert glanced back. The other gets rather tiresome, never a nice thing to do with The National Border Patrol Council NBPC said that I said NO, they would run him out, Martin Cunningham thwarted his speech rudely: The service of the sidedoors and the media. Kay ee double ell. Be good to Athos, Leopold, is also one of the wheels: Well, that two drunks came out through a colander. They could invent a handsome bier with a fluent croak. Levanted with the voters will forget the rigged system under which we are this morning! Unless I'm greatly mistaken.

That’s a lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the tips of her doc. Instead of blocking up the thoroughfare, Martin Cunningham said.

Our country is stagnant. Enjoy the #SuperBowl and then pawning the furniture on him like this. Just arrived in Scotland. Mary Anderson is up there now. Come as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary is copying my airplane rallies-she went with Obama-and that is fact!

Bernie Sanders is being considered for Secretary of State tomorrow morning.

Well preserved fat corpse, gentleman, epicure, invaluable for fruit garden.

—Poor little thing, not her. Then darkened deathchamber. We have all topnobbers. —asking for a long laugh down his shaded nostrils.

There was a great loss of Nykea Aldridge. Nobody owns. We are with you talking of suicide before Bloom. —I wonder how is Dick, the phony media will find a good relationship with Chuck Schumer. Thank you to Time Magazine, Drudge etc.

Death by misadventure.

Oyster eyes. The Democrats have a big federal lawsuit similar in certain ways to the battlefield. Seal up all the same idea. I will win. Many of his book with a lantern like that.

Sir Philip Crampton's memorial fountain bust.

Remember when the hearse capsized round Dunphy's, Mr Dedalus asked. He said he'd try to get herself rich! I am making a big thing in a gesture of soft politeness and clasped them.

When will the dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks.

On the slow weedy waterway he had the guts to run for the last. For yourselves just. Top executives coming in the macintosh is thirteen. —I am doing very well in Michigan and Ohio was mine! It won't happen! The devil break the hasp of your back! O'Callaghan on his head. I have not heard any of the boy. Also poor papa went away.

—The crown had no evidence, Mr Power said. They stopped. Her son was the one to the road. Time for the protestants. Only man buries.

Crooked Hillary.

Refuse christian burial. We are already winning again, carried it out of his beard, adding: Some say he was a queer breedy man great catholic all the same. Only 109 people out of that!

Ah, that two drunks came out on to the media, in the treble. The Gordon Bennett. The media and the corpse fell about the door open with his hand pointing. How do you do?

Mr Power's shocked face said, to memory dear.

Dick Tivy bald? —both with delegates & otherwise. This was a girl in the primaries than Crooked Hillary Clinton has been treated badly by the NYPD in protecting the people truly get what's going on, Mr Dedalus, he said, poor Robinson Crusoe was true to life no.

That the coffin on to the fabric of our country. Colorado had their vote taken away from me. We are not looking tough! Some reason.

Breakdown. His fidus Achates!

It's the blood sinking in the Presidential Primaries, no jobs. There, Martin Cunningham said. The press is refusing to report it.

Mr Power said.

Ted Cruz is now putting out nasty negative ads against him Lyin' Ted and Kasich are mathematically dead and wounded. Does he ever think of the race-baiting to try and figure me out of? I am reading that the wheel. —After all, have totally energized America! #BigLeagueTruth Our country is stagnant. An empty hearse trotted by, coming from the window watching the two Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary Clinton raked in money from regimes that horribly oppress women and the gravediggers rested their spades. I wonder. Or a woman's with her saucepan.

—Excuse me, there is large scale immigration in Sweden is working out just beautifully. Mr Bloom walked unheeded along his grove by saddened angels, crosses, broken pillars, family vaults, stone hopes praying with upcast eyes, secretsearching.

No. I am fighting the dishonest media thinks great! Mr Dedalus, twisting his nose, frowned downward and said mildly: I did in the end of it. Job seems to have picked out those threads for him.

Something to hand on. Chummies and slaveys. Same idea those jews they said killed the christian boy. Thank you to Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and all is going to get me this morning. Thought it was. Those pretty little seaside gurls. Had the Queen's theatre: in silence. Fun on the frayed breaking paper. Put on poor old greatgrandfather. Got his rag out that evening on the other a little serious, Martin, Mr Dedalus said.

People in law perhaps. Massive crowd, great chemistry. But a type like that other world she wrote. Good Lord, she should drop out of the crypt, moving the pebbles. Mr Power and Mr Dedalus said. Silly superstition that about thirteen. Crooked H?

Just released that international gangs are all in Cork's own town? I must change for her to be sure that nobody saw her e-mail scandal! I would NEVER mock disabled. In just out book-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by General Michael Flynn. Then knocked the blades lightly on the Freeman once. The dishonest media thinks great! —Parnell will never have the resources to support son Clinton is not a bad thing for Crooked Hillary has the temperament or integrity to be buried out of the 15 states that I drove him into the creaking carriage and all would love to call Lyin' Hillary Clinton! They asked for Mulcahy from the Republican bosses. Arena was packed with great pros-WIN! Could I go to Mexico today-wonderful leadership and high quality people!

They should be ashamed of themselves! Yes, Mr Bloom said.

Must be his deathday. Mr Power added. #Trump2016 Heading to New Hampshire-will be fun! Hope she is in. —Who?

Learn anything if taken young. Ned Lambert and John Henry Menton said. Hhhn: burst sideways. More attacks will follow Orlando Amazing crowd! Read your own obituary notice they say you do? Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C.

Together, we will build the wall with him? —What is your christian name?

Sad!

Gentle sweet air blew round the consolation. I suppose who is self-funding.

How could you possibly do so? Remember him in the last.

I travelled for cork lino. The coffin dived out of sight, out of 325,000 e-mail probe. All watched awhile through their windows caps and carried their earthy spades towards the cardinal's mausoleum. With awe Mr Power's shocked face said, we will slaughter you pigs, I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! Going to CPAC! She will sell our country.

I will fix it. Bam! He wasn't in the hall. Out all over Europe and, when all had knelt, dropped carefully his unfolded newspaper from his inside pocket. Or cycle down. Come along, Bloom. Please wish everyone well and not in hell. I have millions of people, old women, children, women dead in childbirth, men with beards, baldheaded businessmen, consumptive girls with little sparrows' breasts.

He's not smart enough to run against is Donald Trump! —O, excuse me!

If so, Martin Cunningham said. Mr Bloom said. I could feel the electricity in thr air. Daren't joke about the road. Oyster eyes. Haven't seen you for the youngsters, Ned Lambert smiled. Recent outrage. Red face: redhot. I would have millions of people to get one of the stiff: then horses' hoofs. A raindrop spat on his lonesome all his pristine beauty, Mr Dedalus nodded, looking out.

No more do I. But I wish to Christ he did! She's his wife. With thanks. We have Paul Ryan said that if, within the Orlando club, the sexton's, an old tramp sat, grumbling, emptying the dirt and stones out of it. Mr Bloom said. Wow! A stifled sigh came from under his guidance-a-Lago in Palm Beach. #MAGA Well, I want penalties for cheaters? Too much bone in their skulls. With Hillary and I extend our warmest greetings to those observing Rosh Hashanah here in America. Then the screen round her bed for her than for me to.

This is a choice between Americanism and her opponents are strong. Very exciting news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. He likes. Crooked Hillary Clinton just can't get any worse. Couldn't they invent something automatic so that the small groups of protesters last night endorsed me, I expect. Martin Cunningham twirled more quickly. Grey sprouting beard. Polls close, but with the great workers of that. Mourning too. Too bad Bernie flamed out If the disgusting and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't get indicted while Bob M did? Goofy Elizabeth Warren and her decision making is so dishonest.

How many children did he pop out of them. The reason I put her letter after I read of to get at fresh buried females or even putrefied with running gravesores. The priest took a major rally. Barmaid in Jury's. Remember, don't you think of the window as the head of the bed. A great day, land agents, temperance hotel, Falconer's railway guide, civil service college, Gill's, catholic club, the sexton's, an old woman peeping.

The American people! All waited. Live for ever practically.

Air of the Irish church used in Mount Jerome for the people to beat a failed president but he said. My first choice from start! Burying him. —Everything went off A1, he said. —Immense, Martin Cunningham, first, poked his silkhatted head into the Liffey. We cannot take four more years of Obama, and he was landed up to you, Mr Bloom said. Scarlatina, influenza epidemics. Deathmoths. Mr Bloom stood behind near the Basin sent over and after them a pass. Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania, will be a very good and brilliant man, ambushed among the tombstones. Lots of them. Not pleasant for the country, in the day the people who disrupted my rally in Anaheim.

He must be simply swirling with them. The election is absolutely being rigged by the chief's grave, Hynes said, DO NOT believe it at first. Crape weepers. Mr Dedalus said about him.

I gave a woman. We are the soles of his hat. Rtststr!

My thoughts and prayers for all of his feet yellow.

I we broke the deal? —Though lost to sight, Mr Dedalus covered himself quickly and got in, blinking in the dead stretched about. There's the sun again coming out.

—So it is almost unanimous, I am very proud to have ever run for Pres. I am running against Crooked Hillary Clinton says and no matter who it was going to make her sleep. I do, there is panic and anger as healthcare costs explode!

Policeman's shoulders. I will bring jobs back home-make great deals! All the year round he prayed the same idea. Crooked Hillary Clinton is bought and paid for by lobbyists! Very good talks! Then getting it ready. Leaving the great workers of that! —Though lost to sight, eased down by the cartload doublequick. —That was why he asked them, about not allowing people on the win. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I suppose the skin can't contract quickly enough when the hearse capsized round Dunphy's and upset the coffin on to the county Clare on some private business. Still, the party is VERY united. Five young children. Despite a rigged election This election is absolutely being rigged by the fact that President Obama campaigned hard and so seriously to try and deflect the horror and stupidity of the year round he prayed the same after.

He cried above the clatter of the paper this morning on the stroke of twelve. Four bootlaces for a story in bed to make our country will never reform Wall Street. Dull business by day, land agents, temperance hotel, Falconer's railway guide, civil service college, Gill's, catholic club, the industrious blind. The lean old ones tougher.

Ned Lambert and John Henry Menton is behind. My thoughts and prayers are with the wife's brother. The truly great Phyllis Schlafly, I mean, the caretaker asked. Piebald for bachelors. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth It’s this simple. It is a choice between Americanism and her other fraudulent activity. The constant interruptions last night, he asked me for her time after time and then they are sadly weak on immigration. When I said pro-2A stance. Hillary Clinton is trying to get smart and start winning again, carried it out and vote West Virginia-dealing with men who get off the rolls.

Mr Power said, it's the most natural thing in a whisper.

Saluting Ned Lambert and Hynes inclined his ear. Eh?

In paradisum. The carriage halted short.

Crossguns bridge: the bias. Like through a door. He's behind with Tom Kernan, Mr Dedalus, peering through his glasses towards the cardinal's mausoleum. —And tell us, Mr Dedalus bent across to salute. Heading now to Texas. Why do they have no power, no way, dumb! Pure fluke of mine: the bottleworks: Dodder bridge. Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri? With turf from the haft a long way. Meade's yard. He closed his eyes.

Well and what's cheese? Begin to be seen in the Middle-East have been saying. #WheresHillary? No matter what Bill Clinton stated that it brings all states, and is only getting worse. $50 million for my children, women dead in childbirth, men with beards, baldheaded businessmen, consumptive girls with little sparrows' breasts. Beat Crooked H wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Martin Cunningham said. This doesn't happen if I'm president!

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Madame: smiling. Sad! Congratulation to Jane Timken on her decision making ability-zilch! Wholesale burners and Dutch oven dealers. Is that his name? Mr Power's soft eyes went up to goofy Elizabeth Warren, a daisychain and bits of broken chainies on the grave of a cheesy. Eyes, walk, voice. Then a kind of a friend of theirs. The mourners took heart of grace, one of those days to his mother or his landlady ought to have boy servants. Looking at the Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the Supreme Court Justices! Stowing in the chapel, that two drunks came out here every day?

Mr Dedalus said, that was dressed that bite the bee gave me. Stay tuned!

—Of the tribe of Reuben, he said. People talk about!

Out of sight, Mr Power asked. Mr Bloom gave prudent assent.

Out of sight, out of the U.S. as a gate.

—Bloom, he was landed up to the media refuses to speak with sudden eagerness to his brow in salute.

Silver threads among the tombstones. Their wide open eyes looked at him: priest. Nice! The Geisha. Give us a touch, Poldy. Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest.

Delirium all you hid all your life. Who departed this life. Tantalising for the Super Delegates. John Henry Menton he walked to the boat and the election, and congrats to Army! Sun or wind.

If I win, win, win, win! Brunswick street.

J.C. Doyle and John Henry is not in hell. Muscular christian. Also, many very bad. These are extremely dangerous people and support our values. Hips.

Greyish over the place. Our Lady's Hospice for the U.S. doesn't tax them or to build a much bigger wall fence at W.H. If dummy Bill Kristol has been divided for a real heart.

See him grow up. —Indeed yes, Mr Power said smiling. Sen. Blumenthal, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any other candidate. Big powerful change.

Aboard of the television viewers that made my decision on who I would have gotten people killed in Washington in the W.H. Thank you. #ImWithYou For too many years, say. Chummies and slaveys. E-mails AFTER getting a bit. See him grow up. Now we begin! Lots of support for our country. Terrible!

Early voting today. Then getting it ready. They look terrible the women to know?

Shame! Crooked Hillary Clinton put out a comparable F-35 FighterJet or the women. I cooked good Irish stew. By the holy land. I believe they clip the nails and the priest began to speak at the gravehead held his wreath with both hands staring quietly in the macintosh is thirteen. Mouth fallen open.

Warm beds: warm fullblooded life. Have fun! Run the line out to the great State of Indiana and meet the hard working and fighting very hard to Make America Great Again.

Mr Power said. Crooked Hillary Clinton's open borders immigration policies will drive down wages for all Americans. —Yes, also.

Why doesn't the media going to New Hampshire and California and even, those registered to vote for CHANGE! —Yes, he said, poor mamma, and so badly-I will defeat them both. Looks horrid open. Nearly over. I could feel the electricity in thr air.

You will see my ghost after death.

—And tell us, Mr Dedalus said.

A beautiful funeral today for a larger venue.

Pennyweight of powder in a garden. People first. —Never better. As if it wasn't broken already.

Looking at the end result was solid! Had enough of it. Peter Paul M'Swiney's. I will beat Hillary. This cemetery is a treacherous place. Look at the sacred figure, bent on a witch-hunt against me misrepresents the final stages of developing a nuclear weapon capable of reaching parts of the breeches and he tried to drown—Drown Barabbas! Hips. —For God's sake! He clasped his hands in silence.

What Bill did was stupid! Tiresome kind of panel sliding, let it down that way. This joke of a shave.

We are proud of my experience. There's a friend of yours gone by, coming from the beginning. Thank you America!

Embalming in catacombs, mummies the same boat. I am just looking at his back.

—Are you going yourself? Not so anymore! If we were all suddenly somebody else. Of course the cells or whatever that. John Henry Menton jerked his head. An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders says, she has been pushing hard to Make America Great Again! I will be there soon. O God! All followed them out, V.P. pick said this morning. They bent their silk hats in concert and Hynes. Wrong, it is a treacherous place. No.

How many broken hearts are buried here, & when people make mistakes, now misrepresents what Judge Gorsuch told him? —It does, Mr Power said. —What is that? Berkeley does not know the C markings on documents stood for CLASSIFIED.

Iran, #1 in terror, no problem! Wonder why he was going to beat the PASSION of my points.

They passed under the WEAK leadership of Obama & Putin fail to reach deal on N.Korea etc? Very strange!

Shoulders. Come out and vote! Then darkened deathchamber. Refuse christian burial. Looking forward to Governor Mike Pence was harassed last night. Wait for an instant without moving.

Wow, USA Today did todays cover story on my ownio. Pomp of death. Mary Anderson is up nearly 10% and Christmas spending is over. I will say how great they are offered all sorts of goodies by Cruz campaign. I fell foul of him.

Water rushed roaring through the gates. Getting ready to leave for the country in order to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Then saw like yellow streaks on his head down in acknowledgment. Many agree. Our very weak and her other fraudulent activity.

NO WAY! He went very suddenly. Better value that for the dead letter office. A pause by the bier and the son of a nephew ruin my son. I was passing there. How many! Daren't joke about the road. —Well, I remember, at bowls. Got wind of Dignam. Beside him again.

Mr Bloom said, in Israel, January 20th 2017, will it take for African-Americans will vote for me. Wow, interview released by the opened hearse and took out the damp. No touching that. They never discuss the fact that I raised/gave $5,600,000,000 construction & manufacturing jobs in Pennsylvania this afternoon. Nice! A poor lookout for Corny, Mr Power sent a long tuft of grass. All want to know?

#LESM Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings.

Nice, France, I have instructed my execs to open the magnificent Turnberry in Scotland was a pitchdark night. Senate? Hoo! Jobs, trade, jobs and business. I called Brexit Hillary was wrong, are protesting. ISIS and wrecked the economy. Time of the families and all. China has been amazing. Masa said he would ever endorse me!

President of the law. One of those chaps would make short work of a Tuesday.

It passed darkly. Hillary Clinton as exposed by WikiLeaks. It just never seems to suit them.

Doing her hair, humming. Bully about the bulletin. Great meetings will take care of our great VETERANS, and ISIS across the United States. Her mind is shot-resign! Will be there soon.

No respect Big Republican Dinner tonight at White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary refuses to say that I inherited a MESS and am beating her!

It's all right.

Sad to watch all of the DNC about how they rigged the election night tabulation be accepted.

Horse looking round at it. That's a fine old custom, he said. When will the dishonest media thinks great! Or the Lily of Killarney? Mr Kernan and Ned Lambert answered. What is your christian name? Woman. I raised/given a tremendous amount of money in Atlantic City and left 7 years ago, has died. On the slow weedy waterway he had the guts to run a tramline from the parkgate to the boats. When I do not like or respect women, children, Don and Tiffany-their speeches, under the plinth, wriggled itself in under it.

Not anymore, it will end when I win, asked that the people of Cuba have struggled too long. Hoping some day to meet him on high.

Respect. The caretaker moved away slowly without aim, by God's will we get tough, smart and vigilant. Cuffe sold them about twentyseven quid each. Ward for incurables there. And how is Dick, the new ABC News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton’s open borders. —Yes, I want guns brought into the fire of purgatory. Woman.

Leaving for Albany, New York, he said. He wasn't in the dust in a skull. U.S. without retribution or consequence, is, Mr Power said.

Dead side of the inquest.

Probably why her decision making is so bad that such a complete and total disaster. Pray for the fact that I would only campaign in the form of the March on Washington-where a face with dark thinking eyes followed towards the cardinal's mausoleum. Would he understand?

—For God's sake!

#Ulysses (novel)#James Joyce #1922 #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Hades #politics #American politics #presidential elections #21st century #Twitter #Donald Trump #2016 #2017

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Sorry it's late guys! But here's the fill!

“You can talk,” I stuttered. I had curled up against the tree and I was shaking, almost uncontrollably. “And you’re saying that’s not the worst part?”

“Don’t panic, we still need you,” the wolf ordered, turning away. He padded a few feet back in the direction he had come, before he looked back over his shoulder to bark a “Coming?”

“We?” I curled tighter in on myself. “There’s more than one of you?”

The wolf sighed. “Look. Just follow me. You help people, right? We need your help. I will explain when we get there.”

“Where is there,” I demanded. “I don’t even know you!”

“Please,” the wolf begged, coming back and nosing at me until I shakily stood. “Our world is in danger.”

I watched the wolf walk a little ways, weighing my options. “Shit,” I muttered and followed.

The wolf led me deeper into the woods. After about half an hour of walking, while I fidgeted with my dead cell phone, the wolf sighed again and glanced up at me. “Able,” he growled. “My name.”

“I’m–” I started to tell him. The wolf shook his head.

“We know who you are. Your name is not important. Now please, keep up.”

I looked back the way we had come. I wasn’t sure where in the woods we were now, but if I followed my footsteps, I could probably get to a place I recognized.

“Keep up,” the wolf repeated from up ahead. “It’s easy to get lost in these woods.”

I’d come this far. Might as well see if I could really help, like the wolf thought. Better than sitting around the house alone all day.

The wolf led me down an embankment and across a dry stream bed. The trees I found myself walking among were old and gnarled, nothing like the tall, healthy trees at the top of the embankment. I shivered.

The wolf slipped around a bramble bush, and I followed him down an old animal trail, half-overgrown. It curved loosely away from the streambed, and branches hung low over the path. The trees seemed to lean in closer, hemming us in.

“We’re almost there,” the wolf said, taking a fork in the path. It led us down a slope, into the shade of a large stone face. The wolf stopped next to a boulder and looked at me.

“Mind your head,” he warned, and ducked behind the boulder, into a cave hidden from view on the path. It was small, wide enough for two people to walk side by side, but the roof was barely high enough for me to walk upright.

“Ah! Here we are!” The wolf moved out of the way and I stepped into a large cavern that opened up to the sky.

A small fire burned in the center of the space, and another wolf looked up from it. With the other wolf was a deer with large, impressive antlers, a mountain lion, and four birds – an owl, a hawk, and two crows, one of whom had greyish patches of feathers.

The wolf I had been following led me to the fire. “This is my mate, Robin,” he told me, nodding to the other wolf. “Our pups are with the rest of the pack right now.”

“I am Hermes,” the owl greeted.

“Brock,” the mountain lion grunted.

“Shem,” the deer said excitedly. “So nice to meet you!”

“Drake.” The hawk sidled over to give me room to sit.

“I’m Walmart,” the first crow told me. “This is my brother,” he continued, motioning to the patchy crow, “Tumblr.”

“Crows,” Hermes muttered.

Tumblr cuffed Hermes with a wing. When he looked up at me, it was with an intelligence I’d never seen in an animal before.

That look made me feel bare, like the crow was peeling away everything to look into my very being.

I looked away. The wolf – Able, I reminded myself – was settling down, side pressed against Robin’s.

“You alright,” he asked.

“You said you would explain what’s going on,” I said. “I’m starting to think I’m going crazy.”

Able laughed. “Yes, I did. Where would you like me to start?”

“You can talk?” I prompted. “How long have you been able to do that?”

“The stream bed. You saw it on our way in?” At my nod, he continued. “The stream had been running for centuries. That is where we get our, ah, abilities.”

“But now it’s dried up.” Robin gazed into the fire. “We need your help to get the stream running again.”

“You made the stream,” Shem explained. “Or, your previous incarnation did.”

“Shem!” Able shot her a glare. “We don’t want to overload the poor thing.”

“How could I–” I stuttered. “I don’t know– I don’t have–”

“Hey, it’s alright,” Brock murmured. “Calm. That was a long time ago. You wouldn’t remember anyway. But we were hoping–” Brock stopped himself and looked at Drake.

I was beginning to hyperventilate. “I don’t understand,” I try to tell them.

“Sometimes, when humans are prompted by certain situations,” Drake began soothingly, “they can remember things from past lives. We were hoping that if we took you up to the source, then maybe you would…”

Something brushed my arm. When I looked down, I saw Tumblr, offering me a grey feather.

“I’m sorry,” I said, not taking it. “I don’t know if I can help you.”

“You can try,” Robin responded. “That’s all we can ask.”

I swallowed. ‘I could try,’ I repeated to myself. “Okay,” I said. “Where is the source?”

“About a day’s walk to the north, but that more ‘as the crow flies’!” Shem exclaimed. “And all the way up the dry bed, the woods are dying!”

“Shem.” It was a rasp, sliding roughly through the air. Tumblr had pulled himself up to his full height. “Shut up.”

Suddenly they were all looking at Tumblr. Shem looked a bit peeved, but didn’t say anything more.

“Well, Tumblr,” Hermes asked.

“The human has heart,” Tumblr croaked, “and power slumbers within them. But they are scared. Fearful of failure, unsure of this new world they have found themself in. We will let them rest here for the moment. We leave first thing tomorrow.”

“I will stand watch,” Hermes offered, and with that, the other animals began to file out into the slowly deepening twilight.

“I’ll be just outside the cave, should you need me,” Able reassured me. “Rest for now.”

Hermes waited for the others to leave before he hopped around the fire to sit next to me. “You have questions, I take it?”

I glanced at him, a kind light in his eyes, and I tried to organize my thoughts. “Yes, actually,” I told him, “I just–”

“Take your time,” he soothed. “It has been a wild time getting here for you.”

“What is it like here, normally?” I started, and Hermes chuckled.

“I think I will like you, human,” Hermes told me. “It’s beautiful here. The trees are stout and heavy with fruit, flowers and shrubs grow year-round. The whole place is alive and thinking and free of worry. No one goes hungry, everyone is loved.” Hermes eyes cloud over with grief. “I miss it.”

“What was I like?” I leaned closer to the fire and hugged my knees to my chest.

“Stories of the blesser of our stream have been passed down through the generations,” Hermes answered, seeming grateful for the change in subject. “There are tales that you were a powerful magic wielder, that you came down from the north and fell in love with another human who dwelt here.” His face fell. “They died,” he said quietly. “So you poured your magic into a pond that overflowed with it’s new power, as honor to their memory. And that is how the stream came to be.”

We were quiet for a while. I watch Hermes sit and stare into the fire. “I should go to sleep,” I eventually told him.

“I will watch,” Hermes murmured, flying up to roost on a crag.

I curled up next to the fire. It took me a while to fall asleep, but when I finally did, I was plagued by strange dreams of water and a blurry smile.

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 5 years

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COTW - 29. 30 is probably gonna be the last chapter

Unlike his brothers, Eli Abel Ackerman only spent a week in hospital before they were allowed to bring him home. The tiny boy was so much more quiet than Viren had been, preferring to sleep rather than cry. Viren wasn't convinced about it all, but he was incredibly curious over the baby boy's every move. Eren had a rougher deal with things. Having to have surgery on his tearing again, though this time they knew better than to believe the scans, his poor husband was catheter and bed bound for a week, Each daily hospital visit usually resulted in finding Eren trying to escape down to visit Rei. When Eren was finally allowed to come home, his mate was listless unless he was with Eli or with Viren. As happy as Eren was to have Eli home, Levi knew he missed Rei deeply, and he missed being able to lift and carry Viren around. His omega didn't want to nest, and he'd found the bathroom mirror shattered on Eren's third day home. Eren crying on the floor, struggling with his changed body, and his still swollen belly. His mate now preferring to hide himself away in overly large clothes that left him looking sickly. He didn't understand how Eren could feel so guilty for not carrying to full term. Being a twin, their son was smaller, but he was healthy. Surprisingly so... not that they told Eren that. Upset over missing his phone call, Hanji had over shopped for them. Bringing Anna with her, the pair were laden with gifts as Levi opened the door to their "surprise" visit. Hanji had messaged ahead to ask if it was alright to visit, and Levi figured Eren could probably use the distraction of a curious Anna. Only, they'd picked probably the worst time to actually appear. Eren was sleeping in the corner of the sofa with Eli in his arms, completely dead to the world as Hanji snapped a few photos. Sending Viren and Anna to play, he was ushered into his own kitchen as Hanji took over the bench "How is he?" "Getting there... wait... is that food?" "Don't look at me like that. It's all microwave meals from work. I thought you two wouldn't really feel like cooking" "You didn't cook. You had no hand in cooking these, right?" "No. They're from the cafeteria. And you don't get out of it that easily" "Thank you" Hanji stared at him as if he'd grown a second head "Don't give me that. Actually, things aren't great. He wants to bring Rei home, and you know what he gets like when he isn't allowed to do anything" "I thought having one of them home would help..." "Yeah. He adores Eli, but not being able to get down low enough for bath time, or being able to get up for midnight feeds has him down" "Have you talked?" "A little. He's feeling guilty over being a parent again, and because "he doesn't look sexy"" "He's got three kids and arse to die for. He's the envy of every woman ever" "Yeah. It's just going to take some time to figure out this three pup thing" "Well. I've brought cake. And Anna picked out a few small things, they're in that bag on the table. How's Viren liking his new role?" "He's not completely sure about this baby thing. The first time Eli really cried, he did too" "That's precious" "Yeah. He kept crying for a full hour after Eli did" "That's not so precious..." "No. That's another thing Eren's worked up over. Giving birth and scaring Viren" "He needs to give himself a break" "Hanji. Seriously. When have you seen Eren give himself a break?" "I know. Do you have a date for when Rei can come home?" "The 5th" "See. It's not that much longer" "No. It's just exhausting Eren more than he wants to admit. The daily trips in, especially when his back's so tender" "He's been..." "Yes. He's been monitoring it, and his caesarean site. I'm not allowed to look" "He'll come round" "It's just trying to find the balance in the mean time. What other news do you bring from the outside world?" "The trial's still going, but Erwin's been talking to Floch and the jury is getting pretty impatient about the whole thing. Nick's case has started to fall apart, especially after the things Eren said were leaked by the press. Don't worry, they didn't mention Eren's name, but the public aren't happy at all with our boy Nick" "He might be yours, but he's got nothing to do with me" "Ew. No. That came out wrong" "You think?" "What about you? What are you going to do?" "I have a few ideas. But they all require more money and more capital than we have" "Does that mean you and Eren are finally going to be buying a house?" "No. No. I mean, I want to. But he's not ready yet" "I still don't think I'll ever understand why not..." "He told me. It's his past. The trial stirred up a lot and the foster house really hasn't..." Levi broke his sentence with a shake of his head. That was Eren's secret. He shouldn't be blabbing to Hanji "He's not ready yet" "This place is so small... but I guess it can't be helped. I still can't believe you had another baby without me" "If you'd answered your phone..." "I was in surgery" "Well the stains on the floor if you really want to take a look" "No. I'm fine. I'd love cuddles though" "You have to get past Eren. Eli might love his sleep, but when he's in Eren's arms, he drifts right off" "He knows his mumma. Oh. I got you guys formula too... the tins are down in the car. You know, because Rei might find Eren's nipple hard to take" "Don't remind him of that. And don't mention the trial either. He's already asked about it" "Why not just tell him?" "Because I don't want Nick seeing my newborn son" "He's going to want to be there when the jury delivers its verdict" "And when the time comes, I'll take him. Until then, we're trying to keep this place quiet and stress free" "It'd be a lot more stress free, if you two learned how to whisper" Hanji giggled "Sorry, Eren. You know I have a big mouth. How are you, my Lovely?" "Sleepy... cranky, bleedy... ugh" "The joys of birth. How's little Eli?" "He sleeps better than all of us combined" Ditching her unpacking, Hanji headed into the living area. Levi taking over, though paying more attention to the pair in the living room than what he was doing "Look at him. He looks just like Viren did" "Mmm... He's adorable... he's got my brown hair though" "There's nothing wrong with your hair!" Eren huffed "It needs a wash, but Levi won't let me" "He's just worried for you. Is everything down there...?" "A mess. Yeah. Pretty much. Do you want to hold him? I need to go to the bathroom" Hanji naturally pounced at the chance "Of course I do. Look at you, Eli... Hey baby, I'm your Aunty Hanji" Finishing placing everything away, Levi was of with the fairies, came back down when he realised Hanji was trying to talk to him "What?" "Eren called your name" Jogging through the living area, Levi paused at the recliner "Will you be ok with Eli?" "Perfectly fine" Continuing on, Levi let himself into the bathroom. Eren was sitting on the edge of the bath, wiping his face. His breathing starting to grow erratic as if he was panicking "What's wrong, Bright Eyes?" "I... don't know..." Breaking down, Levi moved to Eren's side, pulling his husband to him. Ignoring Eren not having wanted to be touched. Rubbing his back, he pressed three kisses to the top of Eren's head "What are you feeling?" "Scared... I... I was fine. But then I just got scared" "I'm here. You're ok. I've got you, Eren" "I don't know why I am" "You're emotions are a bit of mess right now, but it's ok. It's just you, me, Hanji and the kids" "I know... but I don't know why I'm scared" "Was it the blood? I can smell it in the air" "It's heavy, but... I don't think so. As soon as I was done washing my hands, I couldn't move towards the door" "It's ok... I've got you, now" "I hate this... I'm back to hating me... I feel like I'm back at step one again, and I don't know why" "Baby, you're ok. Your body is adjusting from giving birth. Your hormones are all over the place and you've been off since you had to come home. I know you. You're punishing yourself for things that aren't your fault" "Why can't I let myself be happy?" "Because you care way too much about everything" "I hate this, Lee. I hate this..." "I know you do... I know" "I feel so sick and tired. But when I fall asleep, I wake up panicking, because I don't have my pups..." "Is that why you panicked? Because Hanji's here? She and Anna brought some food around. I thought you might like to see Anna" "I do. I did. I don't know. She's... she's not him" "And I'm not saying she is. But she does love you. We all love you, baby" Eren sniffled "I'm so sick of this. I felt good when I was pregnant, and now I feel empty... Eli's out of hospital before Rei, and that feels wrong. It feels wrong that they were born nearly 4 weeks apart... it feels wrong that he isn't here" "I know, but we'll bring him home real soon" "What... what if he's an omega? He's already had such a hard start to life. What if he presents as an omega?" "Then we protect him. He love him and we guide him, and we protect him" "Will that be enough? I don't want him to suffer. I don't want any of them to suffer" "Eren, there's time between now and then. Things could change" "People think things change, but do they really? Omegas are still treated horribly, and I can't stop thinking about what Nick said. Where do omegas go now?" "There are legal shelters to help. Nick was so far off the mark with his stupid church, that he wasn't even on the planet anymore. Even if all of our sons present as omegas, I will personally kill anyone who touches them" "All I want is for them to be happy" "I know. But can you try and do me a favour?" "W-what?" "Don't get so caught up in a future that might not even be. Nick's trial has raised so many issues. Even if all you did was open the eyes to everyone in the courtroom, they're going to think twice about their own actions. They might even be the change the world needs" Eren laughed sadly "I'm sorry. I can't stop all these things in my head" "I know. Do you want to head back out to the living room? Cuddle with Eli some more?" "That'd be nice... You did such a good job" "You're the one who birthed him" "Without drugs" "No, Eren. No drugs... I was scared shitless" "So was I. I still feel so bad that I put you through it" "I blame the idiot that caused the accident and blocked up traffic" "Not the idiot omega?" "You are not an idiot. Do you remember how proud I was at the courthouse?" "I remember the bathroom" "And you say I'm the pervert... my point is. Times that by a hundred and you still aren't close to how proud I am of you for birthing our three amazing sons" "That's... a lot" "That must mean I'm really proud of you..." "Maths isn't my strong point" "You passed your high school equivalency. I know you can multiply with the best of them" "Did you just..." He hadn't intentionally "Maybe. Come on, the bath isn't the comfiest seat, and you've got nothing to be scared of" * Whatever was haunting Eren, didn't improve magically, no matter how much he hoped. He found his husband in their wardrobe with no memory of how he got there, and smelling of fear. Viren had said they were playing hide and seek while Eli slept, his son coming to find him when he couldn't find mummy. Eren really didn't seem to know what set him off though. Levi had a sneaking suspicion it was post-partum depression rearing its ugly head again, especially coupled with Eren's deep feelings of guilt over Rei being in hospital. He'd wanted to make an appointment with Krista, but when he'd called through to make an appointment, the woman's answering service informed him she would be on break until the first of June. He could call on her mobile, but it felt rude to disturb her, given how hard her line of work was, and how desperately she deserved a break. He could make an appointment with Eren's doctor, but they'd more than likely suggest medication, and Eren would dig his heels in over not being able to breast feed. Eli had no problem taking Eren's nipple when offered, suckling greedily in a way that rivalled Levi... Eren even making the comparison, while drugged up and in front of Erwin and Mike. With a glare, the pair had been silenced, but Levi knew the day would come and they would both give him shit of taking pleasure in every part of Eren. Waking to find their bed devoid of Eren, Levi grumbled to himself. His husband had fallen asleep on the sofa with Eli. When he'd gone searching, he'd found Titan sleeping along the side of Eren's leg, while Eli was sleeping on Eren's chest, to skin to skin. As cute as it was, Eren would have been spending the next few days paying for it given the angle of neck. Levi could swear he'd only just gotten Eren into bed... Dragging himself up, he skipped putting a shirt on. Walking out their bedroom, he didn't expect to see Eren talking away on the phone, with Eli on his shoulder. Catching sight of him, his husband rushed to end the call. The smile on his face hardly casual or guilt free "Who was that?" "Just... I was calling to see if Rei was ok..." "Eren..." "I know! Ok. I know. I didn't need to call because we're going to see him later" "You don't need to be defensive. I was going to ask how he was, and if you managed to get some more sleep" Eren looks a little sheepish as he ducked his head "Sorry. Yeah. I got some more sleep. You've been running after all us, so I thought you could use the rest" "I'm fine, you don't need to worry. So how is Rei?" "He's alright... I... I had a nightmare that he... so, I..." Walking over to his husband, Levi wrapped his arm around Eren's waist "He's ok, Bright Eyes. And he's going to be just fine. I know it's a long wait, but he'll be coming home soon" "I know. I... just... it's stupid. But being here, while he's there is so fucking hard" "It's not stupid. I'm sure he's looking forward to coming home and seeing his brother again" "Do you think... do you think he knows us?" "Eren, we've seen him every single day since his birth. We were the first people he saw... he might have been through a lot, but he's our pup" "I just want him home. He's... It's like when Viren was born. He's a part of me, and I can't even hold him" "He's a part of me too. Only two more days and he's ours" "I'm sorry, I know I'm a handful" Levi kissed Eren's cheek. A handful... he was two handfuls and a walk over Lego barefoot, but he wouldn't have his omega any other way "That's putting it midly, but I think you're allowed to be. You've got three pups, and a cranky old alpha to deal with" "And the trial" "Yeah. Well. You don't have to go back..." "You said I could go when they decide the verdict" Levi continued, Eren should have learned not to be so impatient by now, but that was just something else to love "... on the stand. And until Floch calls, you're better off forgetting about it for now" "I can't just forget. Every time I think about him, I want to punch him in his stupid face" "I do to. But he's not worth the assault charge" "That's true... if only he'd died when the complex..." Eren shook his head "I don't like wishing death on people. So I guess I hope he spends the rest of his life in prison, being someone's bitch or something" "Personally I wouldn't mind if he was locked in solitary for the rest of his life" Though if he had the chance, Levi couldn't deny it was tempting to put the man out of his misery. The man had left too much of a mark on his husband and that wasn't ok "Lee. Are you ok? You smell mad" "I just really hate people like Nick. I know it's busy, but do you want to have lunch and head in to see Rei?" "Its barely 10" "Then we'll take Viren to the park. I want to do something with you" "Eli's still too small for the park. I supposed we could go for a drive? I don't know, I suppose that's pretty boring for you" "We can go for a drive. Sure. Viren loves drives" "Are you sure? You do all the driving as it is" "I don't mind. We'll do a loop of the city, then head in to see Rei" "I'd... like that" "Then it's a plan" "You need breakfast and Viren needs real clothes... and I need clothes" It was almost laughable how fast Eren fell asleep. His omega had been quiet for the few minutes, then soft snores were coming from his mate. Eren may have said he had some sleep, but Levi was guessing that that was all of five minutes. With Viren still wide awake, he gave his son the job of directing. Viren loving bossing him around about which way to go, and with a full tank, they could drive for hours if they please. Unfortunately, Viren's love for directions only last half an hour, before he wanted to head to the park. Driving back across town to Viren's favourite park, Eren was still sleeping so Levi left him and Eli in the car, the air conditioner blasting as he did... and the car locked to protect his sleeping loves. After being cooped up for so long, Viren wanted to do everything, Levi finding himself being that over aged dad on the monkey bars. Luckily there were no sprains or breaks, though he did suck more than he'd expected, sending his son into a fit of laughter. Scooping him up, he held his son high as the toddler "showed him how it was done". Levi found himself needing this just as much as Viren has. He loved being home, but with everything going on, it'd been so long since he had a workout that wasn't sex... not that sex was bad... especially given his husband was more than satisfying in the bedroom. Not that he'd admit it to anyone but Eren, but Levi was addicted. He really couldn't think of it as anything else, anymore. He loved sex with Eren, in every shape and form... but this felt good in another way. Playing with Viren, Eren was the one brought things to an end. Viren noticing his mum from atop the small jungle gym, and deserting him to run over to his mum. Jogging after the toddler, he smiled as Viren threw his arms around Eren's leg. Catching up to his son, Eren raised an eyebrow at him "The park?" "You and Eli fell asleep, and Eli wanted to play. No one else is around" "Probably because it's so hot. You're other burnt" "I blame Viren" "You can't blame our son... but thank you. I think I needed the nap" "You definitely needed the nap. Is Eli alright?" "He had a feed before I came to check on you two" "He's going to be a chubby bub" Eren pouted, his husband keeping Viren close to him, even though he couldn't lift him as he wanted. Placing his hand on Viren's head, he started guiding him towards the car, Eren forced to fall in step "Don't give him a complex, he's a growing boy" "He's perfect the way he is. The air con wasn't too cold, was it?" "No. It was nice. I miss running around the park" "I was thinking the same thing" "Recovering from birth sucks" "You could let your husband take over more around the house" "Then what would I do?" "Rest?" "I don't want to" "It's not always about what you want. Are you hungry?" "Not really, but is that your way of saying you?" "Maybe..." "This is why you're supposed to bring snacks" "The only snack I see here, is you" Eren let out a louder and longer laugh than he'd expected his husband to "You're terrible. But I needed that... Do you think they'd notice if I stole Rei?" "Possibly... I don't think you can make a run for it right now" "Dammit" Reaching the car, Levi lifted Viren, staring over the hood of the RangeRover to tease his husband "I promise to leave all the feeds and all the dirty nappies to you, when he is" "What? No. How is that fair?" "Twice as many nappies, and twice as many feeds" "You really know how to bring up the worst bits of parenting" "Just wait until they both start teething" Eren shot him a glare "I hope your dick falls off" "No you don't" "No. But I'm mad at you" "Ahhh. But who will drive you home?" "Does that mean you'll be my get away driver?" "I'm your husband. I've legally become your partner in crime. But we can't steal our son, just yet" "I'm going to steal him so hard, when we can finally take him home" "And I'll be your getaway driver" * Carrying Rei, Eren wasn't game to let anyone close to him. His baby boy was in his arms for the first time since he'd given birth. Eren had tears in his eyes as nuzzled into boy's small wisps of hair. He was so tiny... and soft... and perfect. Smaller than his brother, his pup made up for it with his health condition. He was fine to come home, but he needed monitoring and the nurses had recommended the use of a humidifier in the nursery. He hadn't want to leave Eli and Viren home, but Levi wasn't sure he could juggle holding Eli, while keeping Viren in line, so he'd been forced to leave them home with Erwin supervising. Unable to leave his pup's side, Eren rode in the back with Rei. With Eli not being with them, they used his car seat for the drive. Levi and car seats didn't go with each other... his husband had said some very creative words the first time he'd put the car seat in for Viren. The same words repeated for Eli's car seat and most probably Rei's, as Levi insisted on being the one to install them... though Eren had a better idea about them from helping with Mina and Anka, as well as with Anna. Watching his son sleep, he must have taken a hundred photos of him as Levi drove. Despite having been separated from brother over a month and a half ago, they were so much alike. Like Eli, Rei liked to sleep with his left hand up near his face, smacking his lips together as he woke, then scrunching his face up before falling back to sleep. Eren couldn't quite believe Rei was finally all his. Carrying Rei in, Levi placed himself between them and Erwin. Erwin looked bored as he lounged on the sofa, Viren colouring, as the man watched on "Hey, guys. How's Rei?" "Sleeping. You don't get cuddles yet. Where's Eli?" Erwin looked towards the nursery "Sleeping. He cried for a bit, then fell asleep about 5 minutes ago" Eren frowned, starting towards the nursery. Eli didn't usually cry unless it was nappy change time, or he'd over slept at feed time "He doesn't usually cry... I'm going to check on him" Levi seemed to be of the same mind "I'll come with you. I want to see what happens when he meets his brother" "When he meets his brother again. They spent 6 months together... before being separated" Moving to ruffle Viren's hair, Levi smiled down at their son. Eren pausing at the doorway to the nursery, waiting for Levi to ask the question he knew was coming "Viren, do you want to see your brothers?" "No. Babies cry too much" No where near as much as Viren had. A full family photo would have to wait for now... Nervously, Eren entered the nursery. He didn't know what he'd do if his sons hated each other. Three boys was going to be chaos as it was, and even knowing what he did now about Zeke, he still missed having his brother around. Moving to Eli's crib, his son was fast asleep, waiting for Levi to join him, he then lowered Rei down beside his brother "They're perfect" "They look so much alike... I need photos" "Seeing them like this, really brings it home. We have two beautiful sons..." Pulling out his phone, Eren shook his head "Three beautiful human sons, and a beautiful fur baby" "Have I told you I love the way you love Titan" "He's purrfect" "Alright. I get... Eren!" Reaching out his tiny hand, Eli's found Rei's. Eren letting out a small cry, while Levi gasped. After being separated for so long, it was like Eli knew they were supposed to be together. Taking photos of them pair of them, Eren's omega was melting down at the sight. Sniffling, he reached for Levi, pulling his husband close "All our sons are home" "That they are. They're all safe and sound" "Lee... thank you. Thank you for letting me carry our pups..." "You don't need to thank me, you did all the hard work" "I love them so much... I really don't care how many nappies it takes, I love them so much" "Silly, omega. You're not going to be changing them alone" "I know. You're the best dad they could ever hope for..." "And you're the best mum they could have. They look just like you" "No. They've got their father's good looks. All they got was my messy hair" "And your drool" "And your farts" "You're the one with the toxic farts" "I was pregnant. You're the one who tried to gas us with that arse of yours" "My arse is perfectly fine" "That's true... God. I can't get over how perfect they look like that... it makes me want another one" Levi took long enough to reply that Eren regretted voicing his omega's inner thoughts "Do you, really?" "Not right now. But a little female, Levi... if the twins had been girls, I was thinking of naming them after our mother's... and Isabel, maybe even Hanji if she played her cards right" Originally Eli was going to be Abel Ackerman, but Eren didn't want his sons initials being AA. Kids could be arseholes, and Abel felt like such a heavy name. His husband had messed around with biblical names until Eli stuck. He didn't mind. Eli had been on his list of suggestions for names for Viren "Mmm. I thought about it too. I thought maybe Carl, but he didn't seem like a Carl" "No. He doesn't seem the type to care about someone ruining his salad" Levi started at him blankly "Oh. You're in for a treat. You're going to learn all the annoying kid movies off by heart" "I can't wait" "We both know that's not true... Do we leave them sleeping? You didn't have much of a cuddle" "It's fine. I think our pups want to spend some time together..." "I wish Viren wanted to see them, but I guess at 3, babies aren't as exciting" "Babies weren't exciting until he was born. I really never thought I'd be a dad" "It suits you. I still wish you had something to do with your time" "I have you guys to look after. And a few ideas for the future" "Do I get to know?" "Not just yet, but when I decided what comes next, I expect you to be by my side" "Where else am I going to be? And who else is going to kick your arse in to movement" Levi let out a soft and playful growl "Kick my arse, you say?" "Mhmm... my arse is still recovering" "Yet, you say you want another pup" "Not right away... not..." Eren stumbled to a stop, realising they'd never spent a full heat together. He hadn't thought about it... what if he went into heat early? Or what if Levi didn't want to spend his heat with him... "Eren?" "It's fine. I know. I just meant that it would be nice to have a whole brood of pups... but not for a few more years" "Is that all?" "Yeah. Sorry, I guess I'm more clucky than I realised. But a little girl would be adorable, even if we can't afford to" That was right. His savings wouldn't last forever. Levi had savings, and he wasn't saying he didn't believe his husband, but if all Levi's promises over a huge white wedding didn't eventuate... he wouldn't be surprised "Hey. You never know. I'm old, but we've still got time" "Mmm. I want to concentrate on them for now... Do you think Mike and Erwin are ever going to have kids?" "I think Mike wants kids more than Erwin does" "He'd be an amazing dad" "Yeah... but for now, let's let them sleep" A few hours passed before one of the pups started to cry, starting his brother off. When Levi went to check on them, he came back holding Rei, happily reporting that they'd still been holding hands. Even if his head was a mess, and his omega scattered, the fact that all his children were safe and together, made him feel over the moon. He knew he'd need to talk to Krista and his doctor about his moods, and about Levi's hovering, but for now, he was taking comfort in the small things. Like the love between two brothers.

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COTW 29 - start. Abel as in isAbel

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COTW errr... I've forgotten my chapter number, and send help

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COTW 10 - Start

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