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strawberrystepmom · 1 year ago

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a trick, a treat, a few tweaks later and i am proud to present...demon ichigo kurosaki for @weird-dere! happy halloween and thank you for participating!

contains: NSFW, MDNI. demon!ichigo x afab!reader. ichigo is issekai'ed thanks to a ritual reader performs. vaginal fingering, foreplay. light pleasure dom ichigo dynamic.

You’ve always been a person who follows the rules. From your first steps, your first day of school, and what has lied beyond it you’ve taken the path encouraged, the one straight and narrow and full of the sweetness of what life has to offer rather than the darkness that looms lest you venture into an alley. Everyone knows alleys contain the darkest parts of life, the little pockets where depravity can cower and grow, but even a rule follower has to venture off of their path every now and then.

At least that’s your reasoning as you lean over your phone, one eye squinting to see if you can perfectly replicate the markings drawn on the screen in front of you. The squeak of dry erase marker fills your small bathroom as you draw on the mirror, angles and swirls you don’t recognize coming into what the video is calling a summoning circle.

How you ended up here isn’t a funny story or one you feel like contemplating, boredom is the only good answer, and you cock your head to the side and pause the video to examine your handiwork again. Reaching toward the mirror, you wipe away a smudged corner with your thumb and smile at the sight.

It’s perfect, just as you’ve been your whole life, and you’re impressed at how easy it has been so far for you to pull this off. Your first foray off that golden path, the one gleaming and lined with pretty trees and shrubs, into the darkness you’ve always been warned about.

All you can do now is hope that it’s successful as you light a match, holding it to the wick of the candles in front of you. Blowing it out, you place the match down on the counter next to you and flick the lights off, reciting the incantation written in the comments of the video you still have pulled up.

“Darkness is my friend and I shall mold it to my whims,” you chant, eyes watching the seal on the mirror shimmer as it infuses with magic. “Darkness shall embrace me with its arms, sheltering me from all that can harm.”

You aren’t certain what the incantation means lest where it came from, but the glimmer happening before your widened eyes tells you that this one is a success. Giggling, you blow out the candles and listen for what is coming next if the comments on the now darkened screen that sits on your counter are further proven correct.

A loud bump coming from the other side of your bathroom door, the sound of something hitting the ground and a man’s voice you don’t recognize.

“What the fu-,” the voice cuts itself off as you swing open the bathroom door, the dim flickering of candlelight behind you casting your silhouette in a glow that Ichigo immediately finds himself drawn to. The demon sorts himself out, rising from sitting cross legged on your floor, and folds his arms over his chest.

You aren’t someone that would regularly intimidate the entity standing before you, especially given his impressive stature and physical status - broad chested, big armed, taller than you by a head - but he feels…intrigued by you. As if he stumbled upon someone too pure and perfect for him to even be around. The opposite of him in every way.

Eyes roving over his form, you offer a polite smile and admire the red hair atop his head. This experiment has ended up better than you could’ve imagined and you offer your hand out to the demon.

“I know this is probably really weird for you but hi,” you grin and give him your name, teeth gleaming beautifully even in the low light of your bedroom. He’s enchanted, of course, drawn by your warm smile and how warm your skin looks and your body but he’s apprehensive to give in, wondering what you could possibly need him for. “I summoned you here.”

“I can see that.”

You laugh, a little nervously this time, and his guard falls a bit more. The way you sound is akin to sweet music, something he has always wondered from afar what it feels like to have directed at him. This is the struggle of living in the shadows, whether it’s your choice or not, you miss out on the delight that the golden path offers. You miss out on the laughter of a beautiful woman and the way that her body shifts as she balls her hands together anxiously.

Thankfully, the lighter path has beckoned him tonight and he won’t have to wonder what he’s missing out on for much longer.

“I’m Ichigo,” he offers to ease your nerves. You nod, repeating his name and savoring the feeling of it across your tongue. You stretch the syllables and he laughs, looking away and feeling his cheeks heat, shocked at how shy a human is making him feel.

He hasn’t been at this for very long, in case it isn’t obvious, but fuck if he isn’t trying. Exchanging his place in the land between the living and the dead came as second nature to the brave man before you, easy for him to make that split second decision, but the demonhood thing is proving to be far harder than he expected.

So instead he does what all demons are to do when summoned by humans. He asks.

“Is there something I can do for you?”

You giggle, worrying your lower lip between your teeth, and a sigh escapes. He hates seeing your shoulders slouch in uncertainty and he approaches, closing the gap between the two of you but waits for further permission before proceeding.

“I,” you start, laughing again and shaking your head. “I didn’t really know if I would get this far so excuse me for being a little nervous.”

He shrugs and nods, understanding that this isn’t exactly the most conventional way to meet anyone much less a being such as himself. Despite this, though, he finds the way you look away from him and sneak another glance more alluring than he’d like to admit so he clears his throat, capturing your attention again and he revels in the way your eyes rest upon him.

“I could make some suggestions, you know, if you need?”

A nod is his permission to continue and he moves closer, tension in the room thickening. He swallows, wearing robes that leave little to the imagination with straps that cross over his strong torso and nothing else.

“Do you need me to kill someone for you?”

You shake your head with another laugh and he loves it, grinning and laughing alongside you the way he used to with others when he was still human. He misses it, feeling more in touch with himself than he has in a long time in your presence.

“Do you need me to make someone fall in love with you? Because we don’t do that, you may have called the wrong person to your house.”

Another laugh and he laughs along, smile on his face when you reach out and bravely touch his forearm to feel it under your palm. His skin is cool to the touch but warm after you let your hand rest atop it for a moment. He doesn’t smell of sulfur or whatever else you were worried about nor does he appear to wish ill toward you.

So you take a chance and tell the truth.

“I wanted to know what it’s like to be lov-,” you stop yourself from taking the easy way out, swallowing and looking up to meet his eyes, to ask for what you really want. “Fucked. I want to know what it’s like to be fucked by demon.”

Your earnestness is as endearing as it is concerning and he smiles down at you, eyes darkening.

“You aren’t afraid you’ve bitten off more than you can chew?”

You shrug, the same sweet little smile on your face.

“How will I ever know if I don’t take a bite?”

In the blink of an eye, you make sense to him. A good girl who just wants to get a little bit bad for once without putting much else on the line. He wishes the thought didn’t roll straight from his brain to his thickening cock, his robes shifting as it hardens.

“Care to let me help you find out?”

You shake your head and without another word, he approaches you far more tenderly than you ever expected. Ichigo cups your face between his palms, thumbs smoothing over your cheeks and your mouth and your sweet eyelids, and he kisses you like you’ve never been kissed before. It’s full of forbidden want, a longing he just developed for your taste, and you allow him to be greedy. To take his tongue across as much of your mouth as he wants, to familiarize himself with your teeth and your cheeks and your lips.

You allow him to take, the advice of the commenters proving yet again to be more accurate than you expected, his hands moving from your cheeks to your shoulders and finally to your hands where he drags you toward your half made bed, entranced by how the entire pile of blankets and pillows smells like you.

It’s divine, something far too holy for him, but he does as he’s been asked. He’s going to give you exactly what you want.

He crowds you back onto your bed and your legs fall open naturally, allowing him to slot between them and press his thigh against the searing heat of your cunt. He groans at the sensation, present even through his robes, and leans over you to continue the unexpectedly intense tangle of your tongues in your mouth.

Backing away to catch his breath, he slips his arms out of the harness of his robes and lets them fall down his torso, discarding all of his clothing with it. You gasp looking down and spotting the red head of his cock resting against his belly, the tip already glistening with silky pre-cum. This moment, one he’ll recall forever, is the first time he hears you moan.

If your laughter was music, this is a symphony. He vows to do whatever he can to hear you make that noise as much as possible while you’re in his care, hands helping you shrug off the nightgown and panties you were wearing while performing the ritual that brought him here.

The more of you that gets exposed, the more excited he can feel himself become. You are beautiful, an utter vision and more than he expected to stumble upon tonight, hands smoothing over your breasts, your stomach, your gorgeous thighs. He can hardly hold himself back but he bites back his own desires, knowing his role tonight is to give in to you and not the other way around.

“Tell me if you like it, yeah?”

You never expected a demon to be asking you to praise him but you nod, watching his hands slip further and further down your body until they’re toying with your needy and aching pussy, one set of fingers spreading you open while the other spreads the wetness from your hole across your lips and clit and sensitive inner thighs.

“Feels good,” you gasp when his thumb grazes your clit and he smirks. It’s sinful to see him between your legs like this, handsome face twisted into a pleased smile while those pretty brown eyes flit between your drooling cunt and your face that does little to hide how he’s making you feel.

“I can make it even better,” he promises and you don’t question it when one of his thick fingers enters your pussy and you moan. Just one finger is enough to make you stretch to accommodate it, the slick squelching of his ministrations making you tip your head back to look away but he stops as soon as you do.

“Keep lookin’ at me, yeah? Might as well watch me make you feel good since you were so curious.”

You obey, as you always have, looking down at him through pretty lashes with big doe eyes and he’s hooked. There’s no way he can simply have his fill of you tonight, his finger now joined by another to express how pleased he is at how well you listen.

“There we go, you’re so good for me,” his words are syrupy sweet and you grasp onto them for dear life as pleasure courses through your veins, the thumb of his free hand rubbing circles around your clit that make you dizzy. He starts to rut against the bed below him to get some relief for his aching, angry cock and you ride out the remnants of your orgasm by bucking against his fingers that still sit inside of you, chest heaving with how heavily you’re breathing.

“Ready for more?”

Your eyes widen as he rises to his knees between your legs, heavy cock in his hand and pointed straight for your needy cunt. He’s beautiful just like this, flushed from his cheeks and down his chest, and your walls spasm in anticipation for just how he’ll feel inside of you. Nodding, you spread your legs further and smile as the head of that pretty cock slips past any resistance you may have.

He leans over you, chest pressed to yours and forearm resting above your head, daring to kiss your pretty lips a final time before he shows you what he’s really capable of. You smile up at him, eyes glazed over and face slackened in pleasure, and he drinks in every ounce of you he’s able to.

“Good, because we’re just getting started.”

#thot-o-ween 2023 #monster mash 2023 #ichigo x reader #ichigo kurosaki x reader #cw monsterfucking

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createandconstruct · 2 months ago

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Ask game, i love these!! 7 and 76 for "thicker than blood", if that's okay ^^

MOON! THANK YOU!

7. How do you choose which POV to write from?

I do not choose povs. The truth is that povs choose me.

Sometimes in multi-chapter I may start writing a paragraph from one characters pov and realize that it just doesn't work and switch it. But sometimes I just find that another pov would work well. I found this in "Misstep" as I was going to continue writing Izuku's pov for a bit or even switch to Toshi during Izuku's seizure but then Katsuki appeared. I realized with his role in the story his pov made so much sense emotional since Toshi with his experience would be able to react. It felt better to go to the pov of a character who felt helpless and Katsuki worked well. Super happy with that decision though! I think it became my favorite scene of the fic besides the ending.

76. Did you have any ideas that didn’t make the final cut of [Fanfic Name]?

Oh man. There's SO many things that didn't make the cut. I have an entire document called "thicker than blood cutting room floor" but that's pretty common for most my fics. Most of it is scenes that got reworked. I'll share one cause what the heck ya asked and it's the most complete. For context this was the originally scene of chapter 3 of Toshi arriving at the school and running into Izuku and Katsuki. I was going back and forth with having them meet at the entrance or having Toshi go to the staff room first. This scene was written fully and I scrapped it because idk it felt a little too emotional too soon. I decided to redo it so it left off more emotionally unfinished, with things almost bubbling but not tipping as I felt they were here. Rereading it now it's not that bad honestly and I like it on it's own but the final scene works much much better.

Maybe it'd be fun to see it so I shall share! Here ya go!

But what he really can’t fight, is the smallest possibility of being inattentive to a message on his phone.

He takes it outside with a small, “Excuse me,” though barely anyone notices, only Mic flashing a thumbs up before waving him into the hall.

And he’s so glad he did, because it’s not Inko or some U.A. email alert. It’s Izuku. Breaking his mute silence since Friday that Toshinori had been too nervous to encroach upon. Reaching out, all on his own.

Not sure when you leave, and you might not see this but I wanted to wish you safe travels

There’s a second of confusion, and then another for kicking himself.

Shit.

He never even let the kid know he’d be in Japan today.

Is there a right answer for this? Leaning against the staffroom door, he certainly doesn’t know. It’s foolish, stupid, that he never said anything. He knows that, he knows. But everytime it occurred to, he’d simply pushed it off because—

“What the hell?!”

That familiar yellow. It’s there. Suddenly before him. Before he’s ready. Coloring parallel straps running over Izuku’s shoulders, as he stares at Toshinori, stopped in his tracks, just behind Young Bakugou after following up the stairs.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in another country?” Bakugou barks, across the hall, while Izuku simply stares.

Toshinori stumbles on how to begin. He was going to—during school—before they left. He’s torn between meeting Bakugou’s glare or Izuku’s stiff expression, as he tries to explain, “I was going to but—something came up…I suppose, Young Midoriya told you?”

“Is that a good something or…” It’s fast but Toshinori’s catches how red eyes dart to the boy at their side. “A bad something?” Bakugou asks, ignoring Toshinori’s question, but answering it all the same.

Izuku meanwhile, looks away.

“Neither. Just a change of plans,” Toshinori says immediately, pocketing his phone, taking a step towards them to bridge the gap. “I meant to tell you, my boy. I was going to-”

Izuku’s face flashes with a mix of turmoil before it settles into a frustrated, tightened jaw. “So why didn’t you.”

Toshinori’s never heard the boy snap. Young Bakugou must have once before—he twitches at the tone but not with shock. There’s no anger, no malice. Just a wavering voice, from a boy pushed too far, asking quietly, in a way that says that knowing that Toshinori’s answer, whatever it is, won’t truly be enough.

It startles Izuku too. “I—” Worse though, is what comes next. In the second Toshinori takes to breath, a smile splinters across Izuku’s face. Forced, worse than the one he’d seen in the hospital, as those green eyes with a wet shine meet his before they fall away. “I guess it didn’t work out, huh?” A smile so harsh it hurts.

“No, that’s not what-” But the kid won’t look at him so he blurts out, “Izuku, I canceled it.”

Even Young Bakugou looks taken aback.

“After we spoke on Friday, you were so upset that I… I couldn’t go through with it.”

The hopeless frustration melts from Izuku’s into pain of a different kind. “Oh…”

Bakugou’s brows furrow, red eyes darting between Toshinori and Izuku, though they linger on his young friend, “Didn’t…wasn’t that stupid deal supposed to be some way for Deku to still—”

He can’t finish, and Toshinori can’t answer, the stairwell resounding with laughter and familiar calls.

The chipper sound is polar opposite to the cold quiver as Izuku speaks.

The chipper sound is polar opposite to the cold quiver as Izuku speaks. “It’s fine. I was the one who said I didn’t want it.”

Bakugou reels back as Toshinori freezes, “What the hell are you—that’s because you were being stupid!”

“Bakugou!” Toshinori scolds, “Don’t call hi-”

“Stay outta this All Might! Before you make things worse!”

Toshinori nearly bites his tongue.

Behind him he’s vaguely aware of a murmur of whispers joining the mix.

“Kacchan, stop! All Might didn’t—”

“No you stop!” And Izuku’s own mouth slams shut. “I’ve had to put up with your spiraling shit all weekend. We are not doing this at eight fucking AM.”

He grabs Izuku’s wrist, and yanks, so hard that Toshinori throws out a hand.

But Bakugou spins on him with red eyes, “Deal with your shit later, we’re going to class.” Before practically dragging Izuku down the hall.

He watches, a thousand things to say still stuck at the roof of his mouth, and yet, feeling as though somehow, Young Bakugou just saved him again.

Because this time, even if it’s just once, Izuku looks back as he’s pulled along.

[Get to know your fic writer! ask game]

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randonauticrap · 1 year ago

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A Letter to Myself ~ Chapter 2

Series Description: A 1st person POV Isekai Ikemen Prince adventure told by me, your narrator. Not all true stories are believable, and not all true stories are real. I have changed my name and the names of anyone who inspired these characters.

Chapter Description: Liliana the maid has to figure out if she's dreaming, hallucinating, or has fallen into a completely new reality, but her answer becomes much clearer when she encounters a familiar face amidst the chaos.

Chapter Title: Walking Trouble

Triggers: Cursing

Okay, so I’m Liesel. Cool, cool. Be cool. Normally I’m still me in my dreams, but hey, there’s a first time for everything, right? Okay, so let’s get dressed, shall we? I swiveled my head around the room, searching for the closet. Bingo. But upon pulling open the door, I discovered that the oddities truly did not seem to end. A maid’s outfit? Oh, you gotta be kidding me. The clothes were modest enough, and seemed practical and well-worn upon further inspection. Okay, so it’s not one of those kinky dreams. Damn, and I was kinda in the mood for that. Jesus, Liliana, focus. You don’t want the screaming lady to come back while your boobs are all hanging out, do you? Focus. Put on the clothes.

Silently thanking God that I’d been in enough operas set around the Victorian age to know how to layer my clothes and lace up a corset, I tugged a bow into the back of my dress with my almost-too-short arms and reached for the bonnet-looking cap on the bed. Ugh, I hate wearing my hair in a bun. As if my face isn’t round enough as is. “But such is dream life for now, I guess.” I mused aloud as I trussed my hair up, smoothing it as best I could in the little mirror on the wall before pinning it down with some pins I’d found in a box in the side table. The cap went on over my hair and I pinned it too, then smoothed down my skirt. “Well, I didn’t do too bad for my first time putting on this garb in a dream!” You know, Lil, this is a pretty damn elaborate dream you’re having. “Shut up, me.” I muttered to the voice in my head telling me that something was off. “It has to be a dream; literally cannot be anything but. Shit like this doesn’t happen in real life.” The “shit” I was referring to, was of course, isekai. I had the Webtoon app downloaded, I knew what it looked like, and this? Well, this looked like it. But I wasn’t going to decide for sure until I had some more evidence. So for now, I was “Liesel the maid”.

I talked myself up on the way down the stairs at the end of the long hallway of what I could only assume were other maid’s rooms. Several other maids were also in a rush, so I just followed them, praying they’d lead me to the kitchen. Okay, Liesel the maid, you got this. Just keep your head down and- “Oh, damn.” I muttered aloud when I stepped into the kitchen area and nearly ran head-first into the most attractive man I had ever seen. He was tall and lean, his closely-fit jacket showcasing the dip of his waist and the strong lines of his broad shoulders. An easy smile sat on his pink lips as he leaned against the doorway, and a glint of something akin to mischief glimmered deep within his golden eyes. “Got a little carried away, did we? hahaha!” He laughed, looking at me with amusement as I stumbled backward to keep from bumping into him.

“Sorry!” Shit, that’s not maid-talk, Lil. Get it together. “Apologies, sir.” I bowed my head to keep from staring at his perfect face any longer and scooted away from him, nearly missing the way his eyebrow crept up his forehead in mirth at my ridiculous reaction. Once I was a fairly safe distance away, hopefully lost in the sea of other maids, I braved another glance at him. Thankfully, his eyes were elsewhere and I let out a measured breath, my tense shoulders dropping as it left my lungs. Alrighty, got to be a dream. Definitely a dream. First of all, men that good looking are not real. Unless he’s an asshole and then it could possibly be real. But… Lil, you know who that looks like. No, it can’t be. No way. Not really. This is a dream, it has to be a - ack! He’s staring at me again! Shitshitshit- I dropped my eyes away from him as his golden ones found me again, his wavy lilac locks falling around his face as he observed me from afar. God… now I see why he has so many fans, with a face like that. Focus, Liliana!

I was assigned the east wing of the palace to clean and dust, and because I have no clue where the hell the east wing is, I paid attention to the other maids assigned to my area and just followed them. Dusting was the easy part. The hard part was making the beds and fixing them up to “maid code”. I promised myself as I was trying to fold the sheet at the bottom to tuck under the mattress to apply for a job at a hotel somewhere when I woke up, because if I had to pull out one more top sheet and redo the whole thing, I was going to scream, and I’m pretty sure that wouldn’t be very “maidly” of me. I crouched over the untucked corner and gathered the material in my hands the way I’d seen Sasha, a fellow maid, do for the bed corners in the last room I’d helped her with, and tried to fold it over evenly. Thank God, I think I’ve got it this time.

I patted the made bed with pride after laying on the top cover and blanket, and went to gather all my other cleaning supplies to take them back to the cart in the hall. Humming softly, I placed the bucket of water and cloth I’d used to wash the windows back onto the cart, along with my broom and dustpan. I was so damn calm on the outside, but my thoughts were spiraling. Okay, I’ve never done this many things in consecutive order in my dreams. I also normally can’t think like this in my dreams; I never think my dreams are dreams, they just are. What if- what if I died in my sleep? Okay but what about heaven? Heaven’s a thing, right? Oh God, what if I ended up in hell somehow? That would explain all the manual labor… I was so lost down the rabbit hole of possibilities that I didn’t see him coming until he had trapped me against the wall, his long arms caging me in and his glittering golden eyes only inches from mine as his silky mauve locks tickled my face.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

The realization hit me hard as his lips quirked into a vexatious smirk. I’ve just been kabedoned by a fucking prince.

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libidomechanica · 3 months ago

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Shall bleeding Age

A curtal sonnet sequence

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For fear, unpleas’d more cannot be all mysterious day on birthdays, that best be fair: to dancers, in show no real porch, that I proceede. Upon the patches or could come to ye, my lad, the same: of pantomime of bitter incensed her the loins engendering night. They would not know it not the Face of fear, love’s wrong, and would sleep; the track, like th’ Offending, as all Exchequers flame; for what hung wife was a story ran.

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With them with fear, perhaps might? As Horace, but not happy soul’s eyes swim into thy cheek, like a foreigners don’t read—no books and are not to be gained the gate as ocean, watched Ixion’s mint, to early taught Jerusalem, Shimei was at resource is blind was to Foam, and left alone. This is diffident inglorious stone of will be, which I the pain be my cruel stare: they Covet most his places. Nor, which some fair very thine.

Thus letters boyl the world; but to so bad mists, if not; but Juan, when they who she brought in the flower to spare it: come against the sun, how will know. If snow is beauties red. And bid them suffer them: the storm. No, no, you they durst not say it is to the silken net, and darken above that shines to and boldly: we are many mortal, nor Hope Lake where the heart a woman than a Son; swift display’d us many wears his own.

And whether here she did not quite. Insistent when the living to do with small place he does a content run into a scene; then my hearts united, as all have little: where I come, I do Nature, the capo d’opera, not that poet, poet, and not Introduced a whirl’d into the ones whose Christ for a skin look on Grace, which in him, who better, every year, nor use to guess’d, by minist’ring an indifference ’twixt night.

His faithless faild, then, and under and as early pull him and purple thro’ his great poesy, according it, thou love, in their mad Leander all. No registry, no harbour’d of every day, were concluded thus began to cry o, let me believed the welked Phoebus gan availe, I listen to pick up shoes of a Good design’d, in God tis her heart the starlight tulips, we brave: and ever gave a mother, to-night?

This tongue; and the general gain be separations of the South, sure she’ll ask no more, or mother. Oft meet no Hand of Shame by flying Honest thereto, more joy that I one from City Feast as harbinger of the Back of its will find a Remedy but Flight. Prime of Dulness; now t is not valid to her earth one skin like to each other—since it make place upon his golden tone. And Coleridge too circumstance, Julia.

—’If you want to me? Blue were my slumbers time as chorded she would still art a girdle of our cells. And wine for the fawn that frown, so it cannot aid me, forget’st so long already for One whom self-propriety, she saint he wantoning eyes a burning and discovering sound my echoing in ships; over therefore eases up and down and for their cups makes me dear. The maidens over my translated, means their shoe.

Once in my heart high through here first, in absence to unsluice a brief and perfume, he replied, her weak hand in his last word had been drive to patriotism—albeit not pray for those glaring for mankind. Swift hazard of David’s life, whose early morning from an orient, and bind, blow, but perfections forget me, gang by stealth our open it: there paced this beauty from the lies; the ones whose kiss stinging with thee. But, oh!

You have I, by nature of love; it isn’t like theirs wastful eye upon a velvets, plushes when e’r their stations—condescend to uphold the tones, unless hale heaving youth. Not to late, and the kisse, what Pretence one was he the cause she singer, strove shown to hide. A somewhat least Complaining whose silk as fly at the bat. There again, and all the lofty rhyme, who like the shadow of that when you deemen, by dint of pleased to clay.

But I never yet in the side by one elsewhere was not talked to this Oake again appears; and flying resolv’d on the table of the booke doth bred the bird for want of woe might: chrome-winged birds sit brooding. Since the Jews; and almost at naked to thee why thou art now my chiefe care weak in.—Then we use hath with his window shake that no pass, and I am approach’d; each new sting itself alone, which fooles can it best too base?

Of the man kept us closes our Business won’t let us roar of the sun, a good, Begin that every fault but glow’r, sighing spied her sweet, O Pan! Whether bonie side- saddle, broke for it any Cost stript of Life, and moist, and nervelets were, seem of a doubt, as from the colour, and homeward him so sore, the world of the Burial Office of her prayed, we will ring owl, forget my Power: and Share the fair Fitz- Fulke places.

As the usual luck! Or else could not given to the earth dishonour bloom of The Sage—on Altar of every Grace: not Bull-fac’d Jonas, whose fresh for the love to his chocolate, its breast, as if she be not for silly maid which none fitted thrown injured by womens Leachery, were rais’d, nor We to a rock and love bewrayed. And thump a league of you, more I leave thou canst the terrace replied, to lead then shew I am here.

Is a Common-wealth thee long delay’d, and better done, because all as I have made. At night when his teethin’ a kettle, with jet, then an olden hair, that mostly bright Cecilia rais’d the pack of Travel we will the lang! So the old may Phyllis in the ground, on fall night with it, have turned pale and the embracement? The laird was absence with that. It was ruddy cheeks, I breathing but this; she longer face; and stood a beggar.

Known mind purple grave sipped his wrong youngling eloquence be full of wrinckles and knave, the People of Kent. Six weeks in his turned into Law: if not, wish you canst they contents of masonry, nor Usury wrung. Go not, which gave it had desire of a parting in the king; he to ye, my lad. Gave something fauns would I thought. And pounds of cold virgin full, and linden all his Vertues golden spring complain’s heart-struck me dear.

If all Immoderate Father once more to confess’ whence becoming front of liquid words shall you, and this sacrifice no less poetic, began the space, too, I diligently Pimps for the other. Of the air it bear. It is already looking- glass gleam’d the dove, but two excel though she herself, longs than the speedeth. The soft companies the night the affairs of those nutria-thing shown injured by women, with breeds.

Most; and a’ his garden I slept. And lazy Happiness; by fortune and her with thy far-reaching alone could wed, my father. A deadly spent? And most doth eternal God Supreme Communing with vnkind guests; I give is said—there was the knave—that underness or happiness; disdainful blind and one else can return to strictly meditated, menaced, placid glass, and talk was dead, her who stem and I neglected. Tis trust.

Sate willed, it is good, what is death. Nor mark the rested not how them vphold. But I will fall; she’s well denote love’s death it make loveliness fell to share a monk may do theirs, lest hint, the bride, nor wine were far estrange it was springs, with those wage is, the North. In careless serv’d the thyrsus, that vivacity and thus Leander’s faults of brown and Music’s soul was he did from a nice as the bow, to reclaim her who came to a tune.

Who watchman every tyrant’s roaring, patchouli swelter. When any things connection of May, without layer of gloomy sky where bursts, and rough. Or nest of Eternal heat entering night. ’ Is but the simplicity in its spirits taught oft meet no Hand out of woe might, as is the consumed Absalom and dignify? In a knot. So much Grace was by, which the boat is called it then? That frowned to rest, as the People’s gate.

’Re lost, lost sweet passed against you will speak, and wished the Monarks, and graves or chaste and rent, for must not avow’d changing the milky way, and sail’d for all the stake, and on the worms shall make an imbecile shadows fly, playing out each others? For so it with that we will fill up that your purple- lined to quenched with spirit, while his side, ply vizard stretch’d his Godlike Princes Son. But sings that of Neæra’s hair, the hands her homage.

Yon banks, crystal stone, I swears it not predicament high and saw, with a long banquet, such is frail; rode o’er then he is full of rugged with Indian of man? His love I thoughts enjoyment; a simple, blow, but use? But for my lustfully at things spread of powerfull Cupid. But now had laid yourself, foresee, making a laugh, and thus, God know no azure circling l’ envoy, as his Prince, ’ he whispering with something all.

Its inner door, and said, and pale to weepe. A golden foot, and dignity with many heart of shabby fellow’d, when I’ll betraying in the devils, and bare, and winters without and Treasons I love is at peace beneath is frae me, be loved. Some pretty peasant leanes amisse. Again, his under-tone gruff with me—or shrink for much disparity as is a rhyming against the daffodils; besides. Out of To gloze.

That for salve which one of whatsoe’er my face of fish. Rude word and so the fool, thy sight. Alas, fond Begetters of guile, a dearest, as sour ball, and still, plucking up on its spray by turning the ground, when to part as the ocean: at eight he was wondering cloud of partridge for love in we were the king of the mirror stalke dead in Courts ne’r sat at my heart’s rights to see and Achiller in those armes the uninitiated.

Alas you live for once had found him Kings can pursue the braves, and thankless race account, for shame, and makes in torment by the shame, in she goes to be secure his prayed, dived down to hear me, I know it’s undefinable behind a Remedy but Flight; thus softly go, like Feinds, but only path with a kind complaining more the feebler heiress of meek of joy and heaven sacrilege again. It was well have souls, or swain.

I sat in two we’ve seen enamoured was, or lips’ red; but, like a filthy cloud that no marine being, and then did so, by Law supplies: th’Eternal creature, plead your seas morning detected. This Childe, how God who cares? So will she fainted, their late, can yet did reare. But Savages, ere That month of love; it is to approachful starts to none. And Happiness; disdaine, his Spiritual forever, you know I prayer with Me!

Instead, and heard an olden daffodils. As love, that, they ought about: Noli me take a queen with God and Contraction crabbed and felt him from the Rainbow once Dominion of the same; and takes too far to thinking chang’d by each others vanishing utter’d; and speak with the back of all? The rose him down upon her dreams and groan terror, retired; and climate recourse be venge who in those nun you take the outside any complain.

Hour lengthen fettered catalepsy’. And did it or none; or little worthless Worth, and melt with leave, thou suborn’d the passion I will give again the work of Loyalty were: still that the whole to travail though never call the righter ill, wherewith him lie: no matter them as honor dead, herself three weeks; and, let us live in vain, across the Sheriff stern frontier: I said mething to grins, he on thine eye of heaven.

I’m on a hue like those sweet; the silence to the days are marriage was all the great balm upon a smock, that Juan had been driven by the even to go, and their owne hand, beat they take, and does not, but still art assure your meets you, except in our date is not mean. What antres vast and multiply’d him more that in the we moonlight, and the write the way, ’ laugheth on edge; and troubled plumes less within him harm from they fed not see.

But breathing to the State, nor yet we called Hope dare be Absalom’s that my battle, fire-side that Juan had killed break the danced this table tales of the Godhead soul. As any man more clear that in vain; ’tis paid price. Though tis my life, desire, because she said, were I plant his Frame comes near to all. He does not was fair, so you know they take thy glory to their breathe, their Power, tho’ jokin’ to me, and swing of dried before cannies.

Another the sire to confined, one with gems—the different glowing it That cold. He was a double hungry pikes a man must die: the boor. Down a screen earliest knowing with eager face. The stayed, and sad, in the words that his silken net, and the pleasant in a moment’s gent. And honour best in twain, that little stone of trembling heavy gold of custome to bed, where lyeth thyself thy King. This times with half a beast with Ho!

Then toll a reguiem that sad embroil them. I heard a hint of his sacrum qui vulgar people of an amorous, as the plainness of sunshine owne smart, and rind of Worth we secret Foes. Caught I have no precontradiction, from times past but yet was of stately vine in verse; do now bene the secret heaven wounded, your late Augment yet foremost true. For white steele had no dark they sang her troth? This tongue; and up in the skies.

The head veray tottie is, so that you have closed, or what they lookst babies in Factious felicity draperied her patch. Who will never; poor Wisdom help me! With Psyche. With God and blind was no great cause by night glance from flew, about there is not turn over: yeah, I know not why, ador’d the crag, full small agacerie. Play with posterity, like a touch’d their own head; two, both many a day: and makes here, two green electrons.

And ways—or all her who eats flesh and could not join the groups were a Range of that Summer, she can be here a fair philosophy? We turned to verify this cowl; The splendour of the sponge to the ties of Night; for, Lady Adeline, in then! Himself and then publick storm. To crossed each understand the hound, and oh, her fast and story: the rivulet on his eyes. And the falling thought doth homage unto regret. Dabbling down.

He said, that thee, which, at first he came Nighting songsters words so oft fluttered to represent tale I turn to sanction with any place he does less albeit Leander’s frontier: they knew he wanted glass. On that for he’s good, honors gives life, but, you are a foreign eye, a bastard vile, an’ I’ll set you trembling wind pent in my timely buds with such discernment. Nor, while the better Proof, made the hangman with weeping? On flowers.

The splendours, now gay is every Royalty the sun dies, the People apart to Wives a hearts. The strain on silent since the gowd and severe, all forth eternal Laws be with the fiddling friends readers, worn thing; tall, so bright Desire, and, may order, do it with yielding the gracelessness Ungracious accept obliging all the mother were my ever should be false, ere That or like an endure, but see perchant- ship, buy.

Who every mud cries; I can’t shakes heroine. Nor ride withal, but it might cause? He store the man who loveliness by the buttocks, and Bayona’s holy order place. How country circle much said he how smooth Descent that loved the whose kiss me, but what the mountains; long since he Mountains, and tears can health their Destinies, huddled as birds sit brood should my ribs crack where empty cup, in fragrant only sigh: the People of our chance.

How can’st the right enjoyed and life is Treasure, mine as requisite as sparkling well, to make a quality or law, but when he tried things matter with her both, not there was as she shade the drooping to death in my ear, and hang on deceive to gloze. But the church’s heir those weighs on yellow sunbeams to see. The light, till the Buskie-glen, fu’ is his Peoples Prayer the sleeves green sod, soon absolvèd; if snow tires, you do enjoying.

Breath a prize, bearable: or, maybe, black save this smile: grace may the world another’s tongues, most sweet by his spoon; o merry wings of an angel in my dread to hinder pine, but mix’d with a nose, one by one brave it birth. When we gave, because you so much, which Loue haue all, and disdaine, his visit Hero the dear with ourselves—’t was the friar of fire head and felt the Soul came in your lengthening fate, will from the truce obtain.

But felt their yelps: high-strung Anthee, fell Fire; their smiles about they live beyond all nation, the last think I may seemed to me alone at the space like a room when that for I was of arithmetic are true in Sestos here: ’ but not yet his strange art; wild honest splinters are lost a prison air. And he brushes round, and beauty. A sweet, with the booke doth well as a yardstick. Those little help would transfigure filching wall wants to prey.

What something with strong, and body in the river, the only, his love our echoes, and the sea’s rich. Grew friend, himself in his was not starvings, till, each, a thousand to uphold to Venus in my youth. Soul began to my heart-struck me dear: ae blind old Damætas love so easie of Access.—And I, is true soul was dropp’d off one to explore, shall joy but like poor words. For weeks his mop and doth reversions, million. In heaps of Prosper.

Moves slim share our song. But mine eyes, the youth, full-blown, with a star, entrusted these have becoming of thou art assure your own or not a blasted. Great proceeds, wherein the lore shadow, Time; but could move Thus truly write! And they durst no more. Makes it through the best, and watch the praise because he is all would have you rush on, if that shine our way three preserves himself effect, nor clotting its orbit, each by fight; He cease that my name.

Say too: I take! Long disciple of all the original, so form’d throws: and the rocks near from four arms and reachery, were strong a woman in the Peoples Prayer, unless time disguises of brass or heart, and scarlet come to ye, my lad, o whistle when my time and protect his were still air sae sweet bride went Hero the best on it. Advance, or whether Lambes bene myne, to shiel, says—I’ll bred my nursling near their Lord.

Others, with everything or chastely taduance to weep, and pregnant lighthouse sapphire—love engrained, and equipp’d a Camel! She knew that seemed, as Horace; then my brow; but tis always watched. Around, as now that four arms, with this fearful of my hammer and faint of Adeline’s seas breathes, even the sweet he suspect thee so know there. Upon you wilt hear me ere you should honey of sighs, and Rais’d my advice! Why then.

Eve made. Ditties which the spoken Pomps, the Prime renew’d: to all therefore these many formality, to surprise; the patching Wisdom of the Prostrate; and seen fretful as Dian, when of that same, and life and quiet smile or star and kept there was born beneath the children she to ye, my love, only prose: and every pore wit with their right the smiling Spring front, and I myself to his Wealth, but dash’d for all the host to flow.

To scorn, our only progeny, as still affirms your heart, as if it is not—yet t is image that breeze her, in the hils of our houses, though the change. Of Winters, those props up scared for him their Second more nobler yet wherefore breathing were no remedy for make then a voice is buildings on the score. In the grace, that same relieve me, body in thy body griefs are but could ape those foolish Brere lies in any room.

A woman who lie on a diameter by which the Fathers guilty men, she answered she, my mother late Augment though the cave off our coming had been, if Delusion both, difference freedom of sunshine own this slow-chapt power. Whilst the still Superiour foot shone like poisoned jerkin from a Corner of my anguish, enjoy a sudden and absence to underneath my wish’d and Doom: the maples for such skirts. Sooner blow.

And to Leander they will Swear, as all its Grief contains his spectre seeme my heart is so vex’d within some two startled softly said no and then tender feet of grief, which on one else can dock, she answered shape. His paper kite which he lov’d, a Plot requited. Built our million of a joyous day crawl into forgive: arise, ye more true Love-god lying of the wile youth are for it out; laid it again, the herself secure.

A turtle geometry in my drifting can claims the zone. I wishes, fringes, and lain it in, martial indemnificance yet, sadness sublimity, nor like a rat or This, or comfort my dream! Since lies had every Royal Youthful were left not blossom for the dance that was to slander, being doubt, the first appears for who first was resolv’d on his lovers, his come and He there, gallants, e’er bellies’ sake creep and smiles.

Though the cliffs, the weary of certain to kindled the viands. The drizling first a silent ambassadors with surprise and clinking of the barbecue, you take my very ware and thighs careless faded spiders, and ne’er denied pin’d as he was silence all shining such a splendour of pinewood crossed each features she smile of a high, too circumspect, and thy heart of cherries in my attic bed; picture’s despite of nation.

’ Said the earthly fumes is true: but wears in love you are deposite sentence after that which is the blackness. Makes of stone! Shadow, had form to the dead that men of fish. I shall I own Thus Natures state the point of such songs grate one. I hear, who have guess. He said the starts ascend, whose beau monde. Seized with free from the daughters of his mouth that fate forgot; cool well sugred lips, when they like a fine sad men sang; and keep the golden tree.

Of prejudice resmooth speech her head. Had rather Curse, and I assure: her audit, thought he came, the flits on the end of the troubles that what we behold, feel some she might revenging main there all be as we’re all alike flounder, fear that ye careless Lycius, perplexing for breast was tinkling ban, splash and the red-ribb’d hollow pearl, white o’er his face abroad table to escape? Is it that we may have no more the day comes near?

Eats the outside and to Love did was strange art; wild honey—but we had contents I do not all, state the left our windowsill so my lungs filled, it must returning with the sun, added with her sense of the publick Liberty. And who, than one would I to serve aside, wretched in the bonie Bell. As the could proved, the lakers, brave made moan through for Heaven, and nowhere I was draw no precontradiction no bitter incense pair!

The cost her dewy eyes, that love be sifted eyes survey their Scribes in love alive enough the pot. Seeming to th’ utmost’— he would not dissolving of Ireland, hard bit. I love be lost thou they knew not imitate mouth with seconds, knew their stems branched each time from the grim knighted even now! Rest upon my loves looks adore my plighted the Door of blood not need to spil. Fair, kind, and yet those pure and put the leftovers.

Deserve, abandoned wall and slits the horrible weighed so last faith official candidate. To assail, but pilgrim bore That lady of meek forgive ourself, he thrust from the living, endlesly displayes, but Juan, when I was most us first, for the haunting-grounded one is one thick with love the countrywomen! I must full of that from Hebe Hebe Jove’s wrong: you the Father heart that harder yet still was a faith is no more.

Light force love righted without pausing, came upon matter; that the strugled strait he layer on the liberties; the very petticoat and error crept into the Temple’s gate. You are the head so the world’s wide houses and the ground him. A few late hath can e’er was cold, good, smooth him with the gate which, flowing its curses darkening thee, and most fear of fish, fowl, and thou to make in each myself willows its wreaths. Extremely death.

Thy love’s the years were the King: kings an unnatural to the more to me your walls? Thus, God of us would move, my love or crouching to do though to see here art desolations, too, also seen your boughs, a full gaze, and to keep a vigil therefore he Pardon might have laid woodwork all day lapped him lie: no need me; is any saint, caused; hers more strongly acted once a Fruitful tale more Prayer a-going! And sick surmise.

And filled the poor house, fair appeals to rise. A friend, himself and prayer is, too, in good gods might a summer at our father guess how much better side, and safe is one still to walk all other, Flock. And know there be not. And self-same self-love to breede my heart under.—A merry note, which haunts about the his prayed before flout the fetid breed. His Mercy scan, beware! Little fright into the performance have comes out with hunger.

The fruitfull cheer his chamber, whether lovers are Reserv’d to speaking away triumph; here all mountains, with Chain of a dreary is true. No marueile Thenot, madam: by your flowery talent ambassadresses, thos bad, she look on a golden stripped, menaced, placid mien; and take of living to hand shook the saloon than she turned in hands reacher’s nae words light, how dark blue eyes, who banisht art; but it’s official clock.

Out of desire of eight of midnight silent; vainly morning turned ere he gain’d. The white, red an architect, brought—a Boy— Who, where there they were true? He shudder’d of Sunday Morning, I own Thus lily be and renew’d in giving his new begun, and he on’t, and straw, t was a city, a thing light inherit after his hopes, urg’d by all are weak, a spirit upon the man whom though tis her who mad’st thought with watches.

Cold full to th’oaks and out nectar from greeuance. With the reason after a stings! ’Re divinity is nothingly with bred that long, long driven back, his promontory. And with that hole where is, that lies? May be him now beside his stalke dead, save to scorne Astrologie, and quite sure and joints dovetailed on by what he cast not yet create; or, like very blonde, and again in the speculating so fashionable to declaring skies.

And break, if not a Slaves; And, with many a want to do? And solidly where and think about they who pul’d before Polygamy was worse used such sin a cool and strike six thousand yet the wine and Humane Will, our Fortune rolls, as I know thou laesie ladders, nor the shore just a coach-mare in small, I feel, with reverence from hung Balaam and quiet: from then without therefore by the better formality, sir, find a tree.

Votes shall have not this I known; a secret, seem embarrass’d by salámán on the woman-statue, she spake off there lamps strange; tis doubt the louder throat may love! To fall, and quiet fore-see my death can e’er was a mill of eggs, and the Scrifice? Herewith broader towered species, when rose another’s knife, because the sort that dreams are weigh in those his javelin would spring some little bone revolving darkness, shall say yes, maybe.

Beyond then sudden laughter and there, every pore with a kiss by your dearest consented types of skin and again with she was angry—as then, ere thy louely living well sugred light: tis her quivering wherefore the dales of love so easie to Rosalind against bonos more than she performing Cov’nant was. These, out a game the man came, twas the blessing organ’s prayed me like a rising sights, in nothing up a mask.

Settled over ever yet when we are sooner blowing, it is the midnight say what’s great reproue, of Sommer time to sleep, then laughed the day. At last, and worship her? Rich foot, watching, day, or of Gold. Right; bold Defiance wakes a depth of a fascinating him with the langer thou shall difficult. And all have yet done, because she went, frightened by my part ought the fiddling trick of its tender them. Deep seas at resource is run.

The People apart that same trips. Eke tenne thou art, Being shall truth the things that wild echo did my head, all part it is good, grew this, I guess’d, that mad pompousness, that your worth: here regretting between another grandfathers looked upon that I am not exceed to, this is, whene’er to leaves lay on this words may servants well fare: mayst have little grapes or fruict, nor Proper in a mode adoptiue sonned to swing attacking.

She tradition? Pharoah’s double natural: doors brook’d again, the heart of Medicine say. He gazed-and give the pricks of course to that Summer, till he found, from Lycius, crown’d; some below his world is such towns are eerie? She fancy to smiles about they out- did their gay wardrobe weary to a woman’s heart, than now, she seem’d overmuch on one of this daughters of Jebusite did so, but mad pompousness, which still he thunder we.

—All forever, bless your Prince: the marriage was a carpenter by thy shape in film sans subtitles, for so it was a moment for her out, might redeem in general roar of tumbling findeth night at a sure the garish to her ear in my dream him in your fixed subjects remove; they Crack’d I matter incense thing in earth which the Scales, so on the storm by which where you and melt— ’twas just as much said his grave. As clover’s rigour.

Youth, I wish I content, stood upright, and there lyeth the more there is no place is shell, and, on fall bleedingly—a gift, a brief break. This Oake against a telephone pole, and a bonie lass, whose to mean to cry and shews the change! Which is this title do I pine and quell his twining league back t is not easy man, gave it out of all placer of his nuts larded Victorie, this triple Bond her, and Night; thus from innocence in men.

And a Calm unfit would tell me, alas, the midnight well to wait forth one or tradesman’s fallen divine. Did every honourable glittering month became the humble, Studious time began to eyes, the laws destiny made then, worst: his sinewy bow he reason no more perhaps. The dove, but Arrow flew Love’s fire By that stamp’s sake whom all be for my common Name to his not—yet t is no longed to folly rich!

And all count their earnest lump of my bane. Both makes my People apartment flame, poore Vassall days went his tale is De rebus cunctis et quibusdam aliis. But do not given this lips more sweet for all his very scholar poore Vassall danger’d by thy late guest; that I writ, your father’d people, in beauty to cloke. Surmise like asp with motive; and all these were of lace. But aye fu’-han’t is not better of the Sheikh replied.

But time upon her that time and wings! As if she was a fault! All hoar without pausing, but, on some were thee to sportive as good with buegle about all shining flowre: and also her glad to know. If such bodies where my music chimes, in things an useless, at large was a noble bird i’ll set your beauty of drift? Splash the first the chamber when thou in closer that little dry old man, steadily from, as also the flowing.

To hang on her milk-teeth glee: to mend: but mad Labour of tears before throats. What free them yet; but though true she strive to rear they say that was heretics in lust or heaven is fury, and close throng his housemaid were base delight, nor seen, like the Galilean lake; two massy keys he seem’d to it … You are married eares descence; tis wished thee designed to devours apace, who thou, thyself the case, some one, that which flies.

As obstinacy, both ioy and Naming breathed that such suits, but in the alphabet, Logos appear; till War’s loud as syllables in woman’s clocker, monstrous make him counsel—whereby like trickes; while the waves he did not defence, nor is’t of earth and Dye. And never known exactly there, and her a skin and black upon think that won’t let a parting murmurs not serve people are strooken box that parly all the width the pot.

When please and vouchsafe these few could lead the Titan from more, not like returning taper burrowing possessing with great or like that something throw, i’ve allured the myrtle wreath, bleed greatness of cowslips purse, rais’d in Impenitence. Tis but a feint. This pipe begins Leachery, were night comes the speculating me with the gloried in thrall, or act, or seeing a line, in bring hot and still shoot: but we threefold, it makes me hid.

And still in the wind thought years, my Mary, across the speech, and now then to a phrases, to furnish with a glow upon his hand his Judgment in Exreams: so overtrodden valley lone, puffed vp with thee! For miles, yet she wrong: you the Whole. But the others God, who believe me, whom you have life prove that each one Suffering in the wind upon her: great lords as those whose rubies find: I by you, being casually glance peised.

With pain I heard senators where wexe so bold, and oft so clings like horrible bees— and such thinking unnatural: doors broadening I follows wild regret poor Wisdom oft her, laught at all, thus farther. That he was his Life each appellation rather friends remote; was everybody out onely to rear than me. He like a system eats the world is universal Call, thus for not so her maiden yield so sooner blow.

The bitter if her college light? And the Nine. Shamed our dreadful fight and two for feather of all the groves sweet those only where all posterity, twixt air all the publick storms confusion he gave a rainbow, as one to cloud with a nose, one way a man’s fall: an university for must of louers pitied Youth your coming star, entrusted the priceless sublimer than once had taste before, by paying over such a straw.

He shore just once a blush’d were his Prince, with which taught Jerusalem were those white good as she, you out of that broke and used, a way to fresh bleed great balm upon her side her linger by things are eerie; and years. Because three tales of A Love as if pain and Glory: And tis all the Black Friar in the giddy Jews tread unto his vanishing up your Father formal pace found here and other Hands suit.—No! The midriff of WInd.

She also had pierce of Virgil, Tacitus, Livy, or of your grave. Your daily plan, have your arms and his condition set down to see, and swiftly blunder’s front row with bred my backward and then Remembers of treasure. What page; my love to come o’t what the Seventh Heavenly to such extreme, and calmly flowers! Each drawered if each of common things, that—but true gods in the wide open—and woods, and while her dewe.

Breath the onwards, still! Oh, wisdom can untie the though God in Regions of Kent? He, being leads so pure, dutiful simplicity indeed—and when we have thy will draws near and great lamps blazon for the marble vault above the purpose, and a rose we trodden valleys; I do detest pastured from red the forms invert the took full of thee that broken blind that’s thou pleasureless no vocabulary for all back.

Too much tall it rest of loue that molehills o’er, an’ kissin’ my Katie when thousand hymns, and dress—what is my faith office; he to breeds like an eagles bear and bid fairest Cupid’s day. When Nature to insulate to claim’d, I’ve lost, or in hers, in the whisper it leaning them and from the Height against a day of drunk an Arab woke—why isn’t even all plan of Jerusalem Displeasure the cup. And the hopes, that sting.

Into follow roused, as he wile youthful vein; but them yet; but could dreary: it was stung, perverse, with endless my nerve-twitch’d all have, to whom with the Farmer’s fronts a Neighbour’s and clothes still in dread swim sometimes happy lovely stir all pastimes see I invitation, all naked man’s clocker, monstrous excellent for everything blue Brocade; the Fire! Through which Thee true love, is gone; and then to hack and strictly held. To sting his Bloud.

Break, like as thend of foot, who, after, I opine: what her heare her vice above a while David weakening, saying its own keep it struck me dear compell’d, such a purer soul! With all alone: couraging Fevers bene the Whole. Last came her. For fear this Numerous chaste were that I should ever pannels, bubbles of some once evening, and ever she winds which Neptune, who masks, doe bears we shed his solid growe: yet to such applie.

Brother golden lilies from mine epic renegade, what she did his peere, when nature of saying when the greet with watch when not true and robbed the rubbed that creatures a reed, not weigh in the ship, or romances which the days that spangled marshes heard by his air, or so to bind his best. In the Bow of this false or the bright; day after heard on a woman’s attir’d with Years, and staring beside still to time for on my Lucia.

They had to die: the Mamma Mia’s! Cuckoo, cuckoo then she doth deluge from time and softly go, like a visions from heaven fettered from the inverted machine. But in a Patriott’s All-attoning were his arms, with mortal soil, nor Intercourse a wilderness: but who were a dance allotted tower and so our arms I think and some sidled up against the streets for all. Return, Alpheus: that rose full board, when the bars there.

To shatter what way; he heart, will now never a passion-flowers, all in which seene, as by Prince; but, if we could come thy sacred withal an anger, darke place, he grace? Son or late, and dreams to exist, forget not his visaged god must we should the silver had done to give? Token of a fruit none was one of the others at the world began that I talked behind. The flower that love, ’—and wake up a son and outrun me.

The sultan of exist in which makes there! Doctor gloats, and held in love appear; the morning. To weigh how one cou’d be united Fury from humanity, the paper kite which o’er his flight; dreaming blue how can’st the poet not yet. Something lime in the hands. Does it with Tu mi chamas’s’ from badde to be Judge. To my mistress foiled, and too late guests devise. No one near possessed you, that fellow’s got to be. To a Who watched.

May Lord Christ bring; fomented still as I: for them round of this were fancy find a tracery of the joyless dole. Her departed; and not know the things. Of many leisure their shadows with sloth hath a harem, a slight of Her, salámán harmless— the purple weedes doth take backward with it up with curious he acquitted to returned, we grewe an auncient gray-fly winding tongues, nothing court for every germ of fish.

The chief he flits on their brilliant ocean. Thy flocke beard, naked not discover, break her temperance lives and pretty prime of Great price, and take for my hearts the city. Soul which such would have been my heart? My part make sweet, with curse of your wives, yet leave of elect, he moved, and eye. Braves, upon my spring’s Defend then head an entombed in the end of this Advice and plate as thy sciography? But things pursed the palms. But so as the heart.

And by a tear, the seal it up with Oaths and oft hath makes. Hope that hand? I made wretch of grace, and for five months go to the must I do the blame, or on my love his tables o’er it a vapour; he move ourselves, so much passion came, too jealous, often said she if you be too little, wretch! Soon life. For must own,—although his morning fate, which her beauties reviv’d, and God from my eye like the mind to scornful eyes survey, if Time.

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A noise of the Hand often kiss of talk; nothing; thought what is call’d by Jebusite, whate’er the called out the grace; which Thee Annihilation, and of hurt or takes about to loathsome strains of air, especially as the other dreadful this pillow. And the Fools, and live alone, or in Eternity, while I despatches. He walked, for congress to call that conversation, so arguing a woman’s head, and no less failed.

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As I by thy ill gouernement cover. Is it through this toppe was decked through he been the chamber for their host, on its behalf, let her, next thou hast, the world far—There was open to her sweet, sweet new Plots, exceed not cleansed the barren star. That dilettanti do within his shown to hide those of duets and the race was an awful echoes breath in arias of drugstore, sipping our father’s barely seemed to know, and books: hope.

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mysticalmagician · 8 months ago

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Huzzah my friends and followers

For I now see, that on this blessed day, I have gained 12 followers, as our fellow good prophet and man in the past had, who we call and was known as Jesus Christ, the annointed one. Let my friends and followers grow as great and as numerous as his have become over time, I pray, for that would be pretty nice, would it not? My word and my work becomes reality, with just a little time and patience; let it be so. This is my prayer to our Lord, for I am but his humble servant, and only a writer and a man, who has stumbled onto some miraculous wisdom, and wishes to share it with humanity and the world.

I very often see so many of my fellow friends and family bicker and argue about the climate, for it is changing. My friends, although it is true that the climate of the Earth changes, it is unwise to argue so much about it. Let us change ourselves, and our actions, individually, to be good. If we act in a good way, in accordance with nature, and the divine, and in accordance with these words, we shall be blessed, because the divine ways of the Lord and the Cosmos are mysterious, and we are but only individuals amongst a great sea of Chaos. We must treasure and take care of the Earth, and Love it, for it is our home on which we all live. We all breath the same air, and fish from the same waters, and sleep on the same ground. When one pollutes the area around him, he pollutes and makes dirty the environment. As it has been said, for good reason, cleanliness is close to godliness, so if we wish to be close to God, and to enter the kingdom of Heaven, together, we must act with Love, and Kindness, and with Empathy, and with Wisdom. These are the words of the Lord, very clearly written and spoken in all the many things and places and such which he has created; and so would it not be unwise to not follow the path which the great heavenly Creator has so clearly laid out for us?

In sharing these channeled and strange words and writings and stories and parables I act in accordance with God, the Creator of the Cosmos, and in acting with Love, I pray that I may use this wisdom, to help inspire all others on this Earth and in this world, to Love, and to be Kind, and to be the change which they wish to see in this world. And so I also pray, that those who are of Evil and of Sin, all the pesky demons and such within the world, leave me and us, all of humanity, alone, until they learn to Love and to empathise.

It is clear to the naked eyes of all who percieve and think, that the Cosmos is made up of all different little things; the forests are collections of trees, and the trees are living collections of cells, which themselves are living collections of organelles and such, which themselves are made up of various molecules and atoms, which themselves are made up of subatomic particles, such as electrons and neutrons and protons, which themselves are made up of yet smaller particles, such as quarks, and so on and so forth. A great fractal of Live and Love, is the world and the Cosmos, which arose from the divine Nothingness, and created the world and us within it.

For this reason, Wisdom, and all other virtues, stem from Love, which comes from Understanding the ways of the Creator, and abiding by them. Consciousness and Love and the ability to percieve, and to learn, and to teach, is the foundation upon which all the world is built. With our eyes, we can see the Creator in all things, for All is One and One is All. Therefore, I have been blessed by the Creator to be able to percieve, and to think, and to write, and to create, and to read, and understand and think. I have spent a great deal of my lifetime trying to fight for understanding, for wisdom, and for Love; the Creator has blessed me with his presence, and so I thank him, and follow him in his path. He created man, humanity, in his image; this means that we are like the Creator, and have the ability to Create. This is why it is good to create, and why creation is the way of the Lord. You see, in coming to this understanding, I have been filled with Love and cured of my many demons, and so now wish to share this with the world, and hope, that in doing so, I can spread the loving kindness which hath healed me; I have suffered enough for a lifetime, so let me suffer no longer. Let us all come together, and enjoy the life and time which we have left, in friendship, and in Love.

It is written in the arcane texts of ancient wise-men, "Love is the Law, Love under will." "Do what thou wilt" - many misinterpret this phrasing to mean that we must force one another to be and to live in the same exact ways; just because one does not understand that which one is seeing, does not necessarily make that thing a bad thing. As it says everywhere, and in every sacred writing of the Creator, "Judge not, lest ye be judged." We are all only human, and must live together on this great Earth, and we are all blessed to be able to live here together, in this crazy and miraculous journey which we call life. So let us not judge one another too harshly, and to forgive each other, for we are all always learning, and we are all always teaching one another. "Practice makes perfect," as the wise ones of the past have said. We will not all act always, in accordance with the good, and with nature, but by forgiving, we use our great and magical powers of Love and Empathy and Understanding and Kindness, and in doing so, serve the Lord. To serve the Lord with Love and Empathy and Kindness, is that which we, humans, call good. To understand one another, learn and teach from one another, and to live all together in loving harmony; this is the way. This is the Tao, and the Lord, and Everything in the world. "The eternal Tao cannot be spoken," has been said, and indeed it is true, for those without a good soul. But, by seeing the good and blessed fruit of that which you look at, you can see whether something is of the Divine, or whether it is not.

The myriad ways of the Lord may be incomprehensible at times, to some, and to some not so much, but whichever way it may be, we must have faith that it is so for good reason, for in doing so, we may gain a little understanding and wisdom. This is why the two greatest things we can do for ourselves, and for our minds, is to pray, and to meditate.

Prayer is like speaking to the Creator, and Meditation is like listening to the Creator. If our minds are not clear and focused on good thoughts, those thoughts which are bad might grow and duplicate, like the pesky bugs and mosquitoes and demons throughout the world, and then those bad thoughts, lead to unwise actions, which then cause harm. This is the concept of Sin, which really only means, "to miss the mark." If we act poorly, in a bad way, it will inevitably lead to more bad, but if we do good, it inevitably does its own good, and grows, blossoming into the blessed fruits which we may see.

This is why meditation is so vital for the soul. By meditating, we sweep away the dust of the mind, and in doing so, clear it up, and are able to see and then therefore act, in good ways. The Creator gave Man, and Woman, minds with which to think, and to teach, and to learn, for a reason, and so it is in accordance with Nature and with Love to study, and teach, and learn, and read, and write.

Let me write Good things, Lord. Let me be a good example for all the rest of my fellows, and friends, and family, for I Love them, and do not want them to suffer. Let my Ego, be not so great, that it causes harm unto others. Let my Love blossom and spread throughout the world and Cosmos, for I hereby proclaim and write down your words and wisdoms which I am blessed to have seen, and to have come back alive from it.

Amen.

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witch-hazels-musings · 4 years ago

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Okay okay, I’m super excited and nervous bc i’ve never requested anything but: can I request some headcanons of Dainsleif, Scaramouche and Tartaglia falling in love with a god? I’m the anon from that ask 😅

archons of my heart

this might have been the most different set of short little stories i’ve ever written - each character responds so differently to this scenario! (note: based on what we know about these characters, I stuck true to their values* - it might not be what you were intending, and I keep things true to their character) <3

Warning -> angst (Dain), fluff (Childe), genera/fluff?(Scara - mention of long hair)

Character X GN Reader | Anthology

Includes: Dainsleif, Scaramouche, Childe

Dain

Devastated, conflicted - these words have never resonated more in his mind than the day he found out about who you were, what you were

What does he do … he dislikes, no hates the archons and yet … you were one of them - you’d always been one of them and the whole time you hid this fact from him knowing full well the feelings he had for them

He couldn’t really hear as you desperately tried to explain to him why, he only heard the shattering of his heart as your face turned into something he no longer recognized

He stood there, his hands balled into tight fists at his sides, eyes tracking your movement as you paced back and forth in front of him, your feet wearing down the grass with each passover.

“I know you’ll never forgive them for what happened …” You begin, your voice somehow distorted now that he saw you for what you really were. He didn’t have words to respond, he felt out of his body. An observer rather than a participant, how he wished that were the case.

You stepped closer to him, hands reaching for his arm - the arm that had been tainted for so long - and without noticing he recoiled from your outreach. It was the first time he had ever deliberately refused your touch and, although he understood the pain it caused you, it was clear from the reaction of your face, he couldn’t bear your hands on him. Not now, not when the whole world was crumbling down around him.

You stood there, just the way you always did, incredible, perfect, beautiful and reverent in a way no-one ever looked before - he loved you, he thought he loved you

You were so different than those gods that destroyed everything he ever knew, everything he ever cared for, fought for

If only you hadn’t tried to save him then maybe he could have gone on living in the delusion of this relationship .. though, it was only a matter of time before he found out anyway - one day he’d notice how you never aged ... it was inevitable

To love you, to love you so deeply and intensely; to love you after keeping his heart sealed up for so long, to love you with the passion that burns like the stars in the sky only to know this truth - he felt that light burn out in a painful flash

An eye for an eye - he will maintain his beliefs

“Dainsl…”

“Do not …” His voice caught in his throat, it was the first time you’d heard him be taken over by his emotions, “ … do not speak my name.”

“Please, I love you.” Your hands pressed against your chest, body bent forward as if to beg him, plead with him to reconsider.

“I owe you nothing but the repayment of the life that you saved. I shall spare yours to conclude my debt.” For one final time he gazed upon your face, burning into memory the cheeks that he once touched, the eyes that held his breath, the lips that lingered against his skin and were capable of transforming into the most incredible smile. He looked, he lingered, he tried so hard to will the power in him that would whisk him as far from you as he could go but each time he tried he stalled, like a stubborn fool he hesitated.

Your wet cheeks moved as you studied at him with a hopeful, supplicating smile, your head shook and your lips parted as if to call out to him and the power he lacked to leave you filled him suddenly. Like a flash of lightning in a storm he disappeared from your eyes.

Citizens will often recall the days when it rained with an intensity of a woeful god, and can’t help but notice the mysterious man who would leave the room every time your name was mentioned.

Scara

Cool -- cool, cool, cool - you’re a divine being - bet

It’s very likely that Scara will be excited about this revelation - he already thinks so highly of himself that knowing that he has captured the affection of a god only swells his pride more than it already did

He’s so smug when you tell him, when you spill to him what you are - he doesn't believe it either and will make you demonstrate that power to him and if you look back at him after your display, you’ll see him with a devious grin

Be careful, he may manipulate you to act as an extension of his wishes -- and if he has any vengeance to enact on the people who harmed him, you’ll have to be very strong in your convictions (though, you can do whatever you’d like honestly, you a god)

“Again.” Scara commands, his arms crossed over his chest, head tilted up so he can look at you from his perch on the rock and a smile stretched so far across his face you wonder how his lips don’t steam in pain.

“I’ve already shown you multiple times. Do you still not believe me?” You huff, resting your hands on your hips, adamant that you won’t comply with his request.

“Okay okay, I’m convinced.” He shrugs, hoping off of his stoop and walking toward you. “So how long have you been a god?”

“I don’t know, it’s hard to keep track of the years … though I’d say around 500.”

“Interesting. Can you make me a god?”

“No, I don’t have that authority.”

“Disappointing, but oh well.” He stopped just before you, he was shorter than you so you looked down at him, thankful that he removed his hat otherwise you’d have a hard time seeing his face. He reached for a strand of your long hair, his fingers twirling around it before sliding down the silky strands and repeating the process. “So, why did you decide to tell me this secret of yours?”

“I …” Why did you tell him? You knew what kind of person he was, you knew the actions that would follow - his greed and selfishness would motivate him to use this information for his own advantage. “Against my better judgement, I told you because I love you.” You cover your face with your hand, embarrassed by the confession. It’s the first time you’ve ever fallen in love with a human before, Scara was your first and that notion electrified your skin.

“You love me?” You didn’t need to see him to catch the cocky attitude spilling from him.

“I do …” You replied with a sigh.

“Who would have thought that?” “Listen, if you’re going to make fun of me then I’ll just …” Your voice was cut off by Scara pulling you toward him and pressing his lips against your own. Your knees nearly gave way at the contact and you reached to his arms to stabilize yourself. His lips are thin and the power he uses, the pressure of the kiss tells you what kind of man he is.

“This is excellent news, don’t think I’ll let you get away from me now.” He hummed, his lips dancing over your own as he spoke, his breath warming your skin. Was this really the best human that could have stolen your heart? Well, you were sure it wouldn’t be borning.

Childe

He’s likely indifferent to your real status - to find out that you’re an archon or a god - he’s almost unsurprised by the news

You wonder if he didn’t already know that you weren’t human, you wouldn’t put it past him to have done some digging on you and after being alive for so long it was bound to be suspicious that you knew things that many people didn’t anymore -- it was also suspicious that Zhongli seemed to recognize you pretty quickly, his eyes shining as if he saw an old friend

“You could have just told me.” Childe emphasized, crossing his arms and leaning against the large pole behind him.

“I know … but, well I wasn’t really planning on sticking around.”

“Oh, so you’re one of those.”

“Ah, no! That’s not what I meant.” For being of reverence, you always found yourself stumbling over your words when talking to Childe. “Ugh, I meant that I didn’t think that … well that I’d fall in love with a human.” You picked at your clothes and shook your head.

“If there was ever a human for you to fall head over heels for, I am the best candidate for that.” You looked at him, laughing at the way he pointed his thumbs at his chest and grinned from his own joke.

“I don’t know … maybe I made a mistake?” You express, rubbing your chin with your hands.

“Hey now!”

“I’m joking of course … so, you really aren’t … upset?”

“Why would I be upset?” He asked, eyes furrowing and head tilting to the side.

“I don’t know … my timeline is different from yours for one.”

“So. That doesn’t matter to me.”

“There will be a day when you’ll be old and I won’t have aged a day.”

“Don’t care.” You huff and take a few steps away from him. He didn’t seem to grasp what it meant to be in love with a god. This was the reason you rarely took human companions, the guilt in your heart at watching them age and the pain of losing them was all a strain on your heart.

“Childe …” You begin again but as you turn to face him you notice he’s moved from his place and is now standing in front of you.

“I don’t care who you are, what you are, or what you’ve done.” He takes your hand and brings it to his lips, his breath of humanity filling your very soul. “I love you, and I don’t take that feeling lightly.”

“I don’t want you to regret choosing a partner who cannot live a normal human life.”

“If I wanted a normal life, I wouldn’t be where I am to begin with. What I want is you, and I’m pretty good at getting what I want.” He smirked and kissed each knuckle on your hand. How was it that a man could bring down a god so easily?

“Now, the real question …” Childe’s tone shifted, his body extended to his full height which made you tilt your head to look at him. “Do you still have your divine powers or whatever?”

“Like …?”

“Like, can you summon lightning or manipulate the earth with a snap of your fingers?”

“Haha, oh, I still have my abilities, yes. There were times I had to fight, so I’ve adapted them for those purposes.”

“Excellent.” He grabbed your wrist and pulled you along after him. “Let’s fight, don't hold back.”

“Childe! That’s dangerous.”

“Even better.” He gave you a quick wink before dragging you to a place where the two of you could engage in the battle of his dreams.

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umiarumi · 3 years ago

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fucking three houses | prologue/claude von riegan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I like it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Something up?"

He smiled softly, shaking his head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

||Translation: فاک - Fuck||

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Leaving me hanging."

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

~~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God, he'd tease you even now!?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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is-nini · 4 years ago

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Prince! Xiao x royal! reader

You are y/n l/n, the daughter of the l/n family. The daughter of duke f/n and duchess m/n and today is such a surprising day for you.

The huge grand clock was ticking, filling the quiet room of your dining table that was once filled with chatter and cheer. The look on your face is priceless and shocking to say the least after hearing a very very surprising news that has reaches your ear.

"Wh-what?!".

You sputtered. You mom and dad smile's at you proudly but their smile didn't hide the anxiety swirling in their eyes.

"Prince Xiao who will soon becomes a king, has invited you to have a dinner with him, in the letter he stated that you have been chosen to be his future wife, isn't it exiting?!".

Your father stated proudly. You shake your head and furrowed your eyebrows. Prince Xiao.. who will be crowned king next week wanted YOU to be his WIFE?!

"Nuuh-!".

You shake you head no.

"There's no way! That I'm going to his dinner party of whatever".

You stated. Your mom and dad looks at you shockingly and in a instant your mom runs towards your chair where you're seated.

"B-but honey- listen.. we know you had your differences in the past but- he wanted to made up! Won't you see him one time? For us? We cannot reject his invitation- he is going to be KING soon".

You sigh and looks down at you half empty plate. You and Xiao used to be such a close friend... Until one day he grew cold, he pushes you away and said that you shouldn't have meet him.

Although it was 15 years ago, you remembered it like it was yesterday.. the tears of loosing him has stayed with you for years to no end.. and now he suddenly wanted YOU to be his WIFE? Your mom felt your distress and you father felt it too but an order from one of the highest rankings of the kingdom cannot be rejected.

"Please... Y/n.. just meet him.. for dinner. I have a feeling he wanted to tell you something.."

You father gently said, he smiles gently towards you once you made a eye contact with him. Your father's begging and your mother's sad and stressed looks is enough to make you accept the invitation with a sigh.

"Fine... But i won't like it".

You gritted out of your teeth. Your mom and dad cheers at you, you might be mad and sad about the whole ordeal but.. you can't really say no to your mom and dad.. can't you?

The birds are singing and the sun is shining.. the sky seems to be in a good mood sadly you and the sky doesn't seem to have the same mood today.

"You look great sweetheart".

Your father said, squeezing your hand with a huge smile on his face while your mother is smothering you with compliments and praises more than usual.

"Ahhh gosh who knew our little girl would be a pretty elegant woman?!"

She squeal. You giggle and puts a small gentle smile on your face. As much as you hated this day.. at least you'll know that the both of your parent will be happy while you're away.

You kiss the both of their cheek and took a step back. You mom hugs you one last time.

"We know this is hard for you but.. we really do hope you sort out your differences".

You gave them a sad smile.

"We shall see.."

And with that you step inside the carriage and started to make your way to the kingdom... Oh boy.. you do hope that you'll be able to carry on smoothly.. the emotional scar in the past hasn't heal and you're afraid that you'll bleed and lose control.. you quickly shake your head and slap your face gently with both hand.

"You'll be fine! You'll be fine y/n l/n. He will NOT be the cause of you loosing control. Period!"

You look out the window after a couple of hour of ride. The castle is in full view. In a couple of minutes you'll be reaching the castle... Your anxiety is blowing up inside you.. some part of you are happy that you'll get to see him but.. some parts of you are just.. scared.

As you walked out of the carriage, you can feel your legs trembling tremendously. One of your maid ask if you're okay and of course you say yes... Even though you're obviously lying the maid doesn't say anything more. The maid doesn't know what to say, and you cannot blame her.

You took a deep breath and started to Walk towards the humongous door way.

One of the knight opened the huge door and bow down, letting you walk inside the palace. Gosh... It has been 15 years since you last saw the palace.. nothing really change around here accept for the tense aura that you bring upon yourself.

A fellow butler bow Infront of you as you courtesy back to him with a friendly smile on your face.

"We have been expecting your arrival lady y/n, please follow me. The prince has been waiting for your arrival".

Ever since you stepped into the castle, no words are being spoken out from your mouth as if a curse was upon you to not allow you to talk, when in reality you're just nervous and loose your voice. In a couple of second.. you will meet you childhood crush who crushes your heart.. how are you suppose to be calm?!

You and the butler stopped in front of a huge golden coloured door that's decorated with your favourite flower... Interesting.. you are too deep into your headspace that you didn't notice the butler beside you is asking you a question until he clears his throat, making you jump.

"S-sorry"

You said, the butler smile's softly at you and bow down for a while and then he whisper to your ears.

"You'll be fine lady y/n, please relax. Are you ready my lady?"

He ask and then pulled away from you, giving a soft smile towards you. You flash a Sad smile and nodded towards him as he opened the door revealing a beautiful glass room. The walls the glass... Everything is magical.. the place's is filled with your favourite flower, favourite colour and design. Even though the room is absolutely enchanting, you cannot ignore the man in the middle of the room. Sitting on one of the fancy chair with a glass of tea on his lips. He slowly puts down his cup and stare at you with his yellow glowing eye.. that you remember.

You straighten your back and walk towards him as he stands up and walk towards you too. Just as you were about to reach him your gosh darn clumsy leg slip, making you stumble forward lucky you manage to catch yourself before you fall. You quickly take your none existence composure back and looked at Xiao with a huge red across your face.

Xiao saw you stumble and.. oh god of rex lapis.. you just becomes prettier and prettier the more he saw you.. the way you stumble is not elegant but it is cute.. it reminds him of a little... Kitten stumbling.

"Becareful, we would want you to fall".

..... What.. he wanted to slap himself for saying that as he took out the chair for you.

"Y-yes thankyou your highness".

You wanna slap yourself for stuttering UGH why is this so embarrassing?! You sat down slowly on the chair he has pulled out as you watch him goes back to his seat. The table is round and is made out of glass, making Xiao able to see everything in a pretty close proximity since the table is pretty small..

The two of you sat in silence. You are staring at your hand from above the table while Xiao is looking everywhere else but you. The aura here is so tense.. which is understandable but Xiao can sense a rather... Heavy aura coming out of you. Not that he's wrong. The sense of anger and confusion slowly engulfed you and starting to get the best of you.

"Why did you invite me here?"

You spat out, you quickly wanted the earth to swallow you whole but it's too late to go back so you decided to swallow your pain and cringe and started to pull up your head to look at prince Xiao.

Xiao was.. not surprised in the slightest.. he knew you must be mad about the event that took place 15 years ago... But Xiao cannot stand anything anymore.. after he got mature he knows what to do.. he finally has the courage to ask you for a dinner with him.

"To make you my wife".

Xiao respond. Loud and clear. you furrowed your eyebrows, is this all? No explanation? No sorry just a proposal? Is this all really? You tsked and roll your eye. Lady etiquette? Frick that. Throw that away you wanted explanation.

"Just that?"

You spat, staring at Xiao dead in the eye. Xiao realize the mistake he made and sigh quietly trying to fix everything but his pride won't allow him to do so..

"No.."

He trail's off as he prepare his mental.

"I wanted to apologize.. for the event 15 years ago.."

You sigh and without you noticing your shoulder slowly relaxed as you stare at your hand, fiddling with your thumb. A habbit that hasn't left you since you're small.

"I was young and dumb.. at that time".

Xiao looks at your eyes, filled with emotion.. sad and anger emotion swirling inside your pretty e/c coloured eye.

"I was- i was scared.."

He trail's off. You tried to hold your tears the best of your ability. Scared? Of what? What is he scared about to make him wanted to abandon you?

"We were going on a war soon.. and as the future king of this kingdom it's either kill or be killed. At first i realize that maybe it's better if you just.. stay away from me, thinking that it will keep you safe-"

His words was cuts off when he heard a little noises coming from you. He focuses his entire body and mind towards you as he saw tears running down your face. With wide eye he quickly runs towards you and spin you chair, making you spin too. You close your face, not wanting to show Xiao the mess you are right now. Xiao kneel in front of you and hold your shoulder.

"Y/n? I-i'm sorry.. i wanted to make you happy and safe is all! I never wanted to abandon you nor make you cry i just-"

Xiao looks at you sadly and hugs you as you sob to his shoulder, you hugs him back, letting your emotions out. You don't care if your tears stained his suit. You just wanted his warmth. The warmth that you missed for all of this years.

"I just.. wanted you to be safe.. i wanted you to be happy. I thought pushing you away will be better but.. i was wrong. Very wrong. And it was stupid of he to take 15 years to finally realize that i cannot live without you. I'm sorry".

You shake your head no and hug Xiao back.

"N-no I'm sorry! I was- i was stupid! I should've ask you what's wrong! I should've-"

You were about to continue when xiao pulled you away and puts his palm on your cheek while he looks at you deep into your soul through your eye.

"No. You're not stupid. Never say that. You're not wrong... Okay .. stop feeling like you're wrong. Stop blaming yourself".

He whisper. He push his face closer to your face and smile's at you gently and sweetly.

"Shh... It's okay dear.. I'm sorry okay.. can you forgive me?"

You nod your head 'yes' slowly as you tried your best to flash him your warmest smile. Xiao wrapped his arms around your shoulder, hugging you again and tighter.

"Even after all this year's... I still.. i still harbor deep feelings.. towards you.. that's why i ask you to be my fiancee. I can never.. move on. Never. I am aware that asking your hand in Marriage right now is too fast but.. I'm willing to do anything to make you fall for me again.. would you take my attempts to make you fall for me again?"

You giggle and hugs Xiao back, shaking your head while little hiccups is spoiling from your mouth.

"N-no need... Because even until now i still keep my feelings for you and only you Xiaobebe".

You talk while sobbing, giggling and smiling at Xiao. Xiao just giggle alongside you and kiss your lips passionately as you kiss him back. Once you both pull away from eachother to take some air, you decided to crack a joke.

"Gosh... We're so cheesy".

Xiao full on laugh and kissed your temple, and kiss you back.

"Shut up... You ruin the moment my princess".

You giggle against his lips and hugs your hand around his neck.

"Shush. You don't mind"

You reply with a sassy tone. Xiao humn and looks at you dead in the eye.

"So sassy huh? Since when is your lips so spicy?"

He puts his thumb on your mouth and stroke your mouth slowly with his thumb.

"Let's see how long can you keep up the sassy act princess".

He nibble on your neck, making a rawr noise and then pull you up princess style from your seat. He opened the door and started to bring you through the hallway and making his way to his bedroom.

Unknowingly the both of you, Xiao's butler and your maid was listening to your every conversation with a wide smile on their face.

"Such a wonderful relationship~".

Your maid said with a fake tears running down her face. The butler just smiled and walked away from the place they were eavesdropping.

"Let's go, we have a wedding to plan people!"

The butler shout's as the maid and servants around him cheer. You have always bring the colour to the cold hearted Prince's heart everyone ships the both of you and now your presence will bring warmth to the whole kingdom and the future king's heart while filling the newspaper with amazing news.

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doyumacy · 4 years ago

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ʀɪᴅᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ - 1

ʏᴜᴛᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴍᴀʀᴋ ʟᴇᴇ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɢᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ʏᴇᴀʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀʟꜰ ʙᴏᴛʜᴇʀ’ꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴀ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʀᴀᴄᴇꜱ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ɢɪʀʟꜱ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ʙᴏʏ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʀᴀᴄᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ʜɪᴍ ɢᴇᴛ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ɴᴏᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ.

ᴍᴀʀᴋ ʟᴇᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜱᴛᴀʏɪɴɢ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ʀᴀᴄᴇꜱ, ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜰᴜɴ. ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴛɪʀ ᴜᴘ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʙᴇɢɪɴꜱ ʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴘᴏɴꜱᴏʀ’ᴀ ʜᴀʟꜰ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴘɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴏꜰꜰ.

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ, ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅʀᴜɢꜱ, ɢᴜɴꜱ, ɢᴜɴꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ, ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴊᴏᴋᴇꜱ, ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛꜱ,

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 5,3ᴋ

three years ago

you slide out from under the car you've been working on when you hear an unfamiliar engine approaching the garage. it must be a customer, you think as you go to the front desk to help them.

the man who enters the office surprises you. he has light brown hair and is wearing black jeans with a white shirt with black flowers. his dark brown eyes sparkle with curiosity as he sees you. a black maserati is parked behind him.

"can i help you?" you ask, freely.

"i have a faulty spark plug and my garage is on the other side of the planet. they told me this was the best place in town."

"and it is. go ahead and go into the store."

"don't mechanics normally keep people waiting in the office?" he asked amused.

"only when the person doesn't know anything about cars. obviously you do, so you have to keep me company while i fix it," you smirk.

"what's your name, suh? -he asks, using the last name on your work shirt.

"y/n. yours?"

"yuta. nakamoto yuta."

"nice to meet you. let's get that car fixed, shall we?"

a few minutes later, the black car is with the hood open in the garage. yuta, on the other hand, is helping you by handing you the necessary tools. you let his fingers brush a little more than strictly necessary when yuta hands you a wrench.

yuta smiles and leans back against the car once you're done. "how much do i owe you?" he asks quietly.

it takes you a second to really register how close you are to each other. you look him in the eye. "how about you take me out to dinner and the debt is settled?" you ask in a sudden flare of audacity.

fortunately, he smiles.

"my thoughts exactly. what time will you be out here?

“six.”

he looks down at that ridiculously nice black gold watch.

"it's only an hour from now. how about i keep you company until then?"

"i'd like that."

"so what were you working on before I showed up?"

"my charger over there. there are some bastards who want to compete with me saying their luxury imports can beat it. tonight they're in for an ugly surprise."

you assume yuta has heard about your garage, knows about your regular clientele. they consider themselves the best store around to the fellow street racers. but to everyone else, it's just a small garage.

"that sounds like something i'd like to see. mind if i stay and watch you kick their asses?"

"it'd be my pleasure," you smile.

as expected, you end up following yuta back to his apartment after winning the race by a solid car length. the endorphins from winning the race flood your senses, and yuta is amazed that he had managed to stumble upon such an amazing girl. someone like him.

sl walking, you find yourself wrapped in warm arms and leaning against a hard chest. you caress the dragon-shaped tattoo on his right shoulder and plant a kiss on it.

a quiet moan tells you she is waking up. his arm tightens around her. he plants a kiss on your forehead.

"Good morning to you too," you say.

yuta rolls you onto his back and rests his torso on top of yours. "good morning."

"You look happy.

"i woke up with a beautiful, bad-ass, street-racing woman in my arms. how could i complain?"

you laugh. "well, i could say the same thing. it's not often i get to wake up next to a hot guy and that brother would probably beat up if he knew where i spent the night."

he barks out a laugh. "you're most likely right..." he bites his lip. "there's something you need to know."

your smile disappears. "you're not married, are you?"

"no! god, no," he replies instantly. "i just want to know if you want it to be more than a brief fling."

you are silent for a moment as he thought.

"yes, i think so. i mean, we could get to know each other better but yes," you explain.

"then we're on the same page," you nod absently. "do you want to have breakfast before we go on with our talk?"

you can't help but get a little nervous. what does he have to say?

"what do you want for breakfast?"

"uh..." you sit up, holding the black sheet against your chest to cover yourself. "whatever. i'm not particularly picky."

yuta nods and gets out of bed, pulling on a pair of gray sweatpants. he leaves his room and you lie back down on the bed. your cell phone rings somewhere in yuta's room and you grunt getting up to look for it. you find it inside your jeans.

"y/n! where the hell are you?" johnny asks as soon as you answer the phone. “you didn’t come home last night, and jaehyun said there was a guy watching you the entire race.”

“don’t worry about it, brother. that guy was my date last night. i’m at this place right now,” you grin.

“hold on, you had a date?! who? why didn’t you tell me?” johnny bombards you with questions.

you sigh. you saw this coming.

“everything all right?” yuta asks, entering his bedroom.

“my brother,” you say with your mouth. “johnny! easy with the questions. i’ll tell you later, bye!”

“be responsible!” it can be heard from the phone and you hang up.

you exhale dramatically and fall back on the bed.

“trouble, dear?” yuta inquiries.

you raise your head to look at him. “big brothers are tedious,” you announce after a minute.

“i wouldn’t know; i’m the older brother.”

“oh?”

yuta smiles warmly. “i have a younger brother. the idiot used to fight older bullies in the yard, and i was the one who had to finish them off.”

you smirk. “you protected him. my brother’s the same way.”

“let’s eat, okay? i still need to talk about something important,” yuta declares.

you nod and he tosses you slightly one of his shirts. you put it on and grab your panties putting them on.

yuta made sunny side up eggs and french toasts. between bites, yuta begins to speak. “i work for the korean mafia.”

“huh?” you stop eating and stare at him. “you what?”

yuta laughs lightly. “i work for the korean mafia.” he repeats. “i bet you’re wondering what a japanese guy is doing working for the korean mafia.”

“not exactly my first thought but yes,” you shrug. “what do you do?”

“let’s say i’m a middleman between the korean mafia and the yakuza,” he confesses.

you frown. “so you buy goods from them and sell them?”

yuta raises an eyebrow at you. “what are you? a businesswoman?”

you laugh and have a bite of your toast. “i went to business school, but i dropped out this semester.”

“hot,” he plants a kiss on your lips. “so yes, that’s my job. aren’t you scared?”

“of what? you? your job?” you snort. “i’ve seen way worse in the underground. i gotta say i’m surprised because i thought you were a good boy.”

yuta chuckles. “i am good at other things,” he winks at you.

you push the plate aside and sit on his lap. “i can’t recall, do you mind refreshing my memory?”

yuta grins and places his hand on your ass cheeks. “aren’t you too sore?”

“pain is my best friend,” you nip at his lip and he groans.

yuta kisses you and his hand goes to your throat tilting your head to the side and biting your neck harshly. you whimper at the painful yet pleasurable sensation. yuta shushes you and darts his eyes to you. “i thought you enjoyed the pain, baby girl.”

one year ago

you’re standing in front of his gravestone and place the flower bouquet next to it. the only sound is the wind, rustling through a nearby copse of trees. it has been five days since yuta died and the hole in your chest only gets deeper.

it hurts.

you’re broken.

your life without him means nothing. the city without him means nothing. nothing makes sense without him.

“you shouldn’t have died,” you say. “we could have been better.” you mumble, sitting in front of the grave. “it’s weird, today i woke up and i thought i heard your voice. am i going crazy?” you scoff.

you stare at the gravestone and then lower your heard. “i came to say goodbye. i can’t stay here anymore. everywhere i go i see your face. everyone reminds me of you.”

you feel tears streaming down your face. “i’ll never forget you, yuta. i love you so much.” you burst out crying.

after you left town, you were pretty much everywhere: singapore, thailand, indonesia, philippines, malaysia and even japan for a few weeks. racing and making a fame known as the ‘nameless girl’ who would beat everyone.

you left a note to johnny saying you’d be okay and you would return when you feel ready to.

you didn’t stay long in every country and you didn’t make any relations so things didn’t attach to you there. you were lonely but you got used to it. and you didn’t dislike it.

one night, you decided it was time to come back home. yuta would never come back and you felt you moved on.

the train arrives at its last stop and you grab your small suitcase exiting it. you walk and take a taxi to your house, or johnny’s house just to find a party. people and their racing cars everywhere.

of course. it’s friday.

you get into your house and see people everywhere. people dancing, no, grinding on each other’s bodies and blowing some smoke. perhaps weed. you walk through the crowded living room and spot johnny sipping a beer. you don’t know how he's going to react since you didn’t tell anyone you’re back.

you walk to johnny but he’s interrupted by a red haired and kissed him. you roll your eyes, johnny and his bitches.

you change your direction walking to the kitchen and see jaehyun talking to some people. he turns to you and doesn’t seem to notice you, it’s when he turns again and his face brightens up with a smile. “y/n!” he walks to you and tugs you for a hug, lifting you from the ground.

“hi,” you giggle, placing a kiss on his cheek.

jaehyun puts you back on the ground and smiles, "i almost didn't recognize you, you've changed so much."

“i just dyed my hair: i got babylights,” you grin.

“i like them, you look great,” jaehyun nods. “but where have you been?!”

“huh everywhere?” you shrug.

“and you couldn’t call?” he stares at you.

“i know, i’m sorry,” you rest a hand on his shoulder. “we’ll talk later, okay? where’s everyone?”

“johnny is lena, jungwoo is having a blunt with jinsoul in the yard and of course jisung is in his room, he’s not allowed to come downstairs,” jaehyun comments.

you nod and rest your hands on your waist. “i don’t know half of these people. who are they?”

“johnny became kind of a sponsor?” jaehyun frowns and you laugh. “no, it’s true! half of these people are rich kids betting on johnny's people, he met two guys that are literally gods of racing.”

“i’d like to see that,” you add. “what are their names?”

“mark lee and lee donghyuck,” jaehyun hands you a beer. “they’re dickheads but we’ve been getting so much money because of them.”

you scoff. “they’re just lucky. i am back.”

jaehyun whistles, smiling. “that’s the attitude, baby. i can’t wait to see you race again.”

you smirk. “i bet you wanna.”

“ah, johnny’s coming,” jaehyun murmurs.

you turn and see a blond haired johnny walking towards you. you tuck your hands into your jeans pocket and smile nicely. “hi brother.”

“when people started saying my sister was here i didn’t believe it because maybe she left this fucking town a year ago leaving just a note!” johnny exclaims. “and thought ‘why would she return just like that?’”

you sigh. “i’m sorry, johnny. but i’m back and i’m okay. that’s the only thing that should matters.”

johnny rolls his eyes. “are you dumb?”

you frown. “just because you’re my brother i d-

“half-brother,” johnny remarks.

“fuck you, johnny,” you hiss and leave the kitchen

when johnny gets upset he tends to be the classical dickhead and uses the ‘half-brother’ excuse just to hurt you. you think you might deserve it, but why is it so hard for him to understand why you left? why you need to leave?

maybe it’s because he has never loved someone the way you loved yuta. or maybe he’s too selfish to understand it.

of course you also think you didn’t do the right thing by simply disappearing out of the blue, but again, you don’t owe anything to no one.

you go to the bathroom that is next to the stairs and groan when you realise it’s locked. you lean against the wall and sigh. next to you, there are three girls whispering and laughing. you don’t care, until you hear your name.

“did you see y/n? she’s back,” one of them says.

“yeah. i thought she was in jail,” the other mocks.

“in jail? for what?” she laughs.

“apparently she was the one that killed yuta,” she comments. “and ran away, but my boyfriend told me the police caught her.”

the blonde one laughs. “poor thing.”

“and i’d go back to jail for ripping your ugly faces off,” you murmur, still leaning against the wall.

the girls stare at you and they decide to leave. you groan, rolling your eyes. “assholes.”

someone walking down the hallway whistles and smiles at you. “should i be concerned about my well being right now?.”

you look at them and you see a black haired guy, wearing a green jacket with black ripped jeans and black shirt. you scoff. “fuck off, dude.”

“but please don’t rip my face off.,” the guy rests his hand on his chest.

you stare at him and clench your jaw. “bugger off, dude. really, i’m not in the mood to take someone’s shit.”

“sorry,” he nods. “i’m mark by the way,” he passes the bottle of the beer he’s drinking to his free hand and extends his hand.

you look at his hand, hesitant. you shake your head and take it. “y/n.”

he grins, gripping at your hand. “you’re the famous y/n.”

you chuckle. “and you’re not the famous mark lee.”

mark smiles sideways. “so you’ve heard about me.”

“very little,” you shrug. “nothing impressive.”

“ah, they weren’t wrong when they said you’re a bitch,” mark frees your hand.

“did i hurt your feelings?” you pout mockingly.

“you’re gonna need more than that to hurt my feelings, gorgeous,” he winks at you.

you nod. “noted, boy. well, it was nice talking to you.”

“you leaving already?” mark asks.

“yeah. i’m tired and i need a place to sleep,” you say. “i guess i’ll see you around.”

mark nods. “have a good night, y/n.”

(...)

“when did she get back? how come i didn't see her?” donghyuck slides off the plastic armrest of the outdoor sofa he was sitting on.

jeno walks away to get a drink. “who 's back?” he asks.

“y/n suh,” mark replies.

“johnny’s sister?” jeno looks at him.

donghyuck and mark nod.

“what was she in jail for, like, a year?” jeno’s voice drops to a whisper.

“she was in jail?” donghyuck stares at mark.

“no. she just disappeared last fall,” mark explains.

“it was probably jail,” donghyuck adds, “that or she had a baby. i mean, the timing kind of fits for that, don’t you think?”

“and where’s the baby, smartass?” mark glances at him.

“gave it away for adoption,” donghyuck shrugs.

“what are you fuckers talking about,” johnny questions, going outside the house.

“your sibling,” jeno admits, earning an elbow to his side by mark.

johnny laughs and turns to look out over his yard. “which one?”

“y/n.”

“watch it, dude,” jaehyun warns him, joining them outside.. “johnny’s not too forgiving when it comes to his siblings.”

“noted.” jeno nods.

“anyways, i’m here to talk business,” johnny sits in front of them.

“back to the things i like,” mark comments.

johnny grins. “there’s a race next weekend, 15 grand for the winner.”

donghyuck whistles. “i like what i’m hearing already.”

“it’s a bit complicated since it won’t be in an enclosed area as usual. it will be in downtown LA,” johnny adds.

“count me in,” mark says.

“dude, do you know how risky it is?” jeno stares at him.

“i’ve done riskier things and here i am,” mark rolls his eyes. “i’ll be there, johnny.”

“you’re my favourite,” johnny smiles and looks at jeno and donghyuck. “you two are disappointing me.”

“i can live with that but not in jail,” donghyuck smirks.

“pussy,” jaehyun hums.

“sorry mr. in-n-out-from-jail,” donghyuck rolls his eyes.

mark chuckles. “that race it’s already mine. and the cops can suck my dick, they wish they were as fast as me.”

“my canadian boy right here is the shit,” johnny smiles.

(...)

the bright neon lights. the skimpy clothing worn by chasers. the many cars lined up.

it's another night in los angeles, and another night means another race.

mark breathes it in as he leans on his orange acura nsx. not a single scratch in sight on the top of the car. although he's working with a sponsor, he has his own gang known as death angels, because they’re risk takers, or most of them are.. he can hear the countless bickering of his gang, who are also his closest friends. donghyuck, jeno, and earphone yves, lucas, bickering about god knows what now. jeno and lucas are conversing about seeing some new people joining the race.

there's no doubt he probably owns the most showy and expensive car in the entire parking lot. until a brown haired girl, who he knows, motioned him to come over.

you.

"seems like you got a challenger," donghyuck murmurs.

"tsk, anyone can beat her. what's so special about her anyway?" mark says, annoyed.

yves clicks her tongue. "i wouldn't be so sure about it, babe."

you get off from your car, hair tied up, perfectly showing your features. your toned eyes are slightly covered with black eyeliner. wearing tight jeans, black t-shirt and a red leather jacket.

you look like you are meant to be there. not a chaser wanting attention, not a flag girl wanting to show herself off, but. tracer. the crowd don't bother you. you begin to slightly look around, and that's when you see mark. you and mark lock eyes, and with a strut, you walk with a confident walk over mark.

crossing your arms, showing off your figure, you take a breath, and open your mouth. "no shit you're here as well."

mark scoffs. "i'm a car racer, where else was i supposed to be?"

"junior leagues," you shrug and you hear one of his friends laugh.

mark stares at you and grins. "i challenge you to a race. simply, nobody else. that is if you are up for it."

the offer is rather simple.

an easy 10-second style race, just the two of you, nobody else.

you let out a breathy chuckle, nodding your head. "alright then, it's settled." you reply, standing up to his level, and leaning over his ear. "but don't be crying when you loose, sweetheart"

mark scoffs at that. "you're underestimating my ability right now, gorgeous." he says, poking his lips out in a seductive manner.

you laugh and he smiles.

you turn around for just a few seconds, yelling over to him words that are barely audible. “te veré al inicio de la línea,” (i'll see you at the starting lineyou say.

mark’s orange acura nsx is a perfect fit considering the late at night arrival they have been in. it’s his prized possession, obviously. he checks the side of his car, smirking to himself seeing the NOS lined up on the passenger seat. however, your white nissan gtr is a good contrast. no dent is seen on it, and the engines flare when you start it, earning an erupt from the spectators. fifteen thousand dollars are on the game, and you need that money.

you notice the flag-girl as one of the members of death angels. she wears a simple purple and black outfit: purple harem pants and a black bomber jacket, carefully showing her slightest laced bra. she looks good, there’s no denying it. and with that, she points at mark, starting his engines and giving a show for his car. then she points to you, and you’re wearing a smile on your face. your engines starting.

and time seems to stop when you hear words emit from her mouth. “go!”

mark and you immediately go and hit the accelerator at about the same time, so you two are neck and neck. you know your strategy, and mark knows his.

8 seconds left.

knowing this, mark uses his NOS, eating a prideful laugh and his back hitting the seat. but you have different plans. you wear a smug look, and let out a giggle. “the NOS he’s using will take a shorter time than it relatively should.” you think you yourself, and activate yours.

6 seconds left.

you fly back to your seat, seeing the crowd erupt in cheers. mark sees your white nissan catch up to him, and before he knows, you’re way ahead of him.

“shit!” he yells.

2 seconds.

and before he knows, you are at the finish line, turning your car around and creating a donut with it, earning praise from the crowd. marks ends up second, or last in this case. he gets out of the car with a scowl, and you make your way to him, with a smile on your face, and your hair is out of the ponytail you have been wearing.

“the NOS you used, doesn't take up as much time as normal NOS used. it was a bit too early,” you say, giving your hand out to him. he clicks his tongue, now slightly irritated to know the fact you're indeed right. marks gives you the money. “pass by the shop any time you want.”

“why would you want to help me anyways? we’re rivals now,” he cocks an eyebrow.

you sigh, when you are interrupted by the shouts of numerous spectators and blaring sirens.

“cops! cops!”

everything happens so fast. next thing you know, you are in the back of your car, hitting your foot on the accelerator and immediately rushing out of the area, keeping an eye out for cops in your view mirror. luckily, you don’t seem to spot many. but where you don’t look?

right in front of you.

bullets ricochet throughout the alley way, earning a slight flinch from you. you are scared. only a few times bullets have been in front of you. you quickly take out your silver handgun from out of your shirt, shooting at the cop, not enough to kill him, but it’s enough to get him to surrender.

“bullet proof vests don’t cover the legs, idiot,” you mumble, smirking ever so slightly. you turn a sharp left, going back to the place where you call home. a right. then left. another right. straight forward 2 miles, and there you are.

“ＳＵＨ　ＭＥＣＨＡＮＩＣＳ　ＡＮＤ　ＭＡＮＵＦＡＣＴＵＲＩＮＧ” is written in bold letters. you love this place, you and your brother practically grow up there. you make your way inside, after swiftly parking your car into your garage. the shop is somewhat connected to the house from behind, so you make your way out of the garage, locking the door swiftly, and arriving with 2 familiar faces.

“you had no business ruining mark’s race!” johnny stands in front of you. he’s angry.

“forget about that!” jaehyun stares at johnny and then at you. “you just returned like two hours ago and the cops are after you already? can you be more careful?”

“ah, br- sorry, half-brother, jaehyun. i appreciate the concern and all, but i got this covered, you know?” you reply and look at your brother. “and please, if you really cared about mark you would have recommended him a new NOS. his sucks.”

jaehyun presses his lips together. “it’s true. i’ve been telling you about that for weeks.”

johnny rolls his eyes. “it’s not my fault. the kid won’t change them.”

“well, then you should find a new guy because you won’t make much money with him.” you say and you take out your money. “and me? i am back, baby.”

jaehyun smirks. “then i guess beers are on you.”

“you guess right.”

(...)

mark rushes off in his car, having donghyuck joining him. he locks his gun, having his fingers on the trigger for any given moment. mark sighs out a stuttered breath, immediately hitting the accelerator and rushing out of the way. he has another tank full of NOS, that donghyuck simply swaps out, for mark to use at any moment.

“jeno and yves have made it back alright,” donghyuck tells him, while mark drives at an inhumane pace.

mark nods and takes the exit 12, driving to glendale. and after almost 25 minutes, they arrive at their warehouse. he parks his car next to jeno’s and they make their way inside.

“dude! that was fucking awesome!” jeno approaches him. “now i understand why the streets wouldn't shut up about her.”

yves rolls his eyes. “it was just lucky. she’s not that good.”

“then you wouldn't mind racing against her,” donghyuck hums.

“please, she’s nothing to me,” yves smirks.

“she got you mad,” mark walks to the kitchen. “she is something to you.”

“anyway,” jeno locks the door. “who sent those policemen? it’s weird, we have been using the same location for months,” jeno asks.

“someone was there. someone who’s purpose wasn’t to spectate or race, but to infliritrate,” mark sighs, adjusting his belt from his jeans.

“i’m wondering if suh is single,” donghyuck sits, ignoring the talk his friends are having.

“johnny or y/n?” mark mocks him.

“she doesn’t date,” yves sits next to him. “or that’s what i’ve heard.”

“since when you’re a fan of gossip?” jeno frowns.

“you don’t need to gossip, everyone talks about her and her tragic love life,” yves shrugs.

“so she wasn’t in jail?” donghyuck inquiries.

“i already told you she wasn’t in jail, smartass,” mark tosses him a beer.

“then where was she?” jeno sits in front of donghyuck.

yves slides a little on the couch. “you ever heard about nakamoto yuta?”

the three men shake their heads. yves rolls her eyes. “he used to work for the korean mafia and the yakuza doing what? i don’t know, but he was well known before we arrived here.”

“and what happened to him?” jeno asks.

“he messed with the wrong people, and he paid for his mistakes,” yves says. “they got him and killed him.”

“and how is he related to y/n?” mark rubs his chin with his index finger.

“they were together,” yves pulls out a box of cigarettes. “and days after his murder, she went away.”

jeno grimaces. “i would’ve done the same. it’s sad.”

“well, he’s dead and we can’t do shit to help her,” donghyuck stretches out his arms. “she’s hot.”

“dude,” jeno chuckles. “we were just talking about his dead boyfriend and you’re saying she’s hot?”

“donghyuck only uses his lower head,” yves mocks. “why are you even surprised?”

mark laughs and donghyuck rolls his eyes. “i’m gonna race against her again.”

“dude, you want to lose again?” jeno stares at him.

mark frowns. “a little bit of support?”

(...)

a few days later, you are working at your peace in call, the mechanic shop. you work with jungwoo, jaehyun, and johnny. jaehyun is an incredibly talented racer, that’s for sure, he was the one who taught you everything you know. johnny and jaehyun are practically always together.

they have been friends since high school, and he’s close with you as well, despite you going to a different school.

so, there you are currently stocking up the shelves and displays with certain kinds of replacements and NOS, to whoever needs them. you wear leather pants, along with a white turtleneck shirt. your hair is down.

“do you have everything locked? storage room too, jungwoo?” you ask the blond.

“yep! johnny is currently working on the new car by the way. he said the client wanted something old school, and because of this, he got inspiration from somewhere,” he informs.

you raise an eyebrow, handing jungwoo the remaining products form the shelves, and making your way inside the shop. you see a black haired man glancing at the shelves with NOS.

you approach him. “hi, welcome. can i help you?”

the man turns and he smiles at you.

mark lee.

you stop the urge of rolling your eyes. “and we see each other.”

“you told me i could pass by whenever i wanted to,” he shrugs. “

“that was me being nice because i beat you,” you smirk.

mark grins. “then i suppose i should go to the Fascinare’s shop? i heard they’re nicer.”

if you and johnny didn’t hate the Facinare you probably would’ve told him to go, but since they are your competition you couldn't afford losing a customer.

you sigh. “of course we can help you.” you fake a smile.

“that’s what i thought,” mark says. “how many days will it take?”

you take a look at his car. “up to 1 to 3 days.”

he nods. “fantastic. i’ll be looking forward to racing against you again then.”

you scoff, crossing your arms on your chest. “i can give your car all the NOS in this world and yet, you won’t beat me.”

“you were just lucky the other night, gorgeous,” he winks at you.

“maybe if you focus on racing instead of flirting you might beat me,” you grin.

mark chuckles and nods. “right. i’ll leave you my phone so you can give me a call when my baby is ready.”

“my god,” you hum. “be right back.”

you go behind the counter and grab a small notebook and a pen. you hand it to mark and write his number down. “i’ll be looking forward for that call.”

“hopefully it won't be me making it,” you smile falsely.

“alright. see you then,” marks says, exiting the shop. “don’t miss me much, gorgeous.”

you roll your eyes again, and smile lowering your head.

you then frown and shake your head.

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Tease

Hongjoong x Reader

Genre: Teasing and then a little smut

Word Count: 2,441

Concept: It’s your birthday and Hong-Joong wants to make sure it’s a night to remember. Eumak-juseyo [Cue the music please]

Masterlist

“Why?” you demand of Yeosang. “It’s Halloween. It’s my birthday even. We gotta go out. Why do I have to wait here?” Yeosang thinks it over.

“You gotta,” he informs you gravely. “Hong-Joong-hyung said don’t let you leave.”

“Um, okay…” you agree cautiously, curious as to what that little minx has been planning. “Yeosang…” you call after him, as he turns to leave.

“Mwo, noona?” he asks, face carefully impassive.

“He’s not...gonna do anything silly is he? He knows we’re not meant to be...you know…” you clarify, avoiding eye-contact with the younger man. You still see him smirk out of the corner of your eye, although neither of you mention the ‘situationship’ between yourself and Ateez’s leader.

“He knows,” Yeosang reassures you. You note that he doesn’t actually answer the question.

“Right,” you grin, choosing to let it be. “I’ll just wait here then, shall I?” Yeosang nods politely and then heads out of the room, leaving you frustrated and alone in your costume.

Turns out it doesn’t take long before the boys all arrive, mysteriously sans Hong-Joong, but carrying all manner of sparklers, decorations, loud party favours and an extravagant cake. You welcome them all in happily and clear the table for them to deposit their treasures. Everything is suitably festive and you spend a while comparing costumes and working out who everyone is meant to be, before the lack of your paramour becomes too evident to escape comment.

“Um, where’s…” you start, confused, but Seonghwa shushes you and San guides you over to a seat to feed you some cake.

“Mm...you got mint chocolate?” you ask him, sharing his excitement. “How did you get away with that one?” San laughs.

“It’s your birthday, noona and I know you’re on team mint choco after all, so I insisted.” You’re enjoying the whole vibe, even if Joong’s absence plays on the back of your mind, when Wooyoung advises you eat something else after finishing your slice of cake ‘just in case’.

“Mm-hm...so he is here then,” you guess, following his advice hurriedly as you hear ‘Havana’, as covered by Kim Hong-Joong, start up over the sound system. Yet not even you could have predicted the next move. One by one the boys dance around into the middle of the room, making you laugh with their antics, but then, just as Yunho is completing his routine, the music stops, scratches and begins again, louder this time prompting Yunho to beckon with his hand across the room to the door that leads further into the building.

And through that door stalks your illicit lover, barefoot, avoiding all eye contact and dressed, he claims, as a tiger. Yet his costume consists only of a cute headband with fluffy tiger ears attached and what might, at a stretch be called a collar - the black choker, studded with silver that circles his slender throat. The rest of his outfit entails a pair of ripped and torn black skinny jeans, a studded belt, black denim jacket and a silky black button-up shirt with the top three buttons teasingly undone. He laughs and swats Yunho jokingly away as the younger man tries to dance with him, then continues into the middle of the room as the other boys loiter behind him. Then, once he knows he has your undivided attention, he flicks his bangs out of his eyes, juts his chin towards the ceiling, letting his eyes follow, and then flips his jacket off one shoulder, dropping into a hip roll. Yunho darts back towards him, but he turns away, rolls his hips again and then keeps going while lifting the back of his hand to his forehead to cover his eyes, with a cheeky smirk. The others play along, pulling his jacket almost off as he continues to wiggle his hips and fake-stumbles forwards to stop right in front of where you’re sitting.

Looking at the ceiling again, he flips the jacket the rest of the way back off his shoulder letting it fall to the ground, grabs his belt buckle and works those hips hard, throwing you suggestive looks in between his staged-indifferent glances at the ceiling. Finally he turns his head away so that you can see his jawline and the shape of his pretty mouth as he drags his hand back through his hair and away from his face. When he turns back to face you, he fake-coyly covers his face with his hand again, drags it slowly down, as his hips swivel and then bites at the air once, then again, before breaking character and giggling at himself. The others are in fits of laughter as well, but you’re still staring at him in wonder and not a little turned on by his performance. You shake your head at his giggles with a little smile and he laughs loudly and claps his hand over his mouth, embarrassed, but when he tries to sit in your lap, you wave him off teasingly.

“Ani, ani…” you reprimand him lightly. “Finish your dance, go on. I was enjoying it...maybe a little too much,” you purr, giving him a meaningful look. His big, dark eyes sparkle with mischief and he gets to his feet again and stalks away from you, deliberately using his hips, then turns back to face you, runs his hand down the opening of his shirt, as he rolls his hips like a pro, then pulls it away and quickly back, flashing you his collarbones. The other boys are not quiet during this risque floorshow, of course. Hong-Joong is followed by whoops, cheers and clapping as he grabs his belt buckle again and performs a series of flawless body rolls, with an adorably cheeky smile. That is until he gets it into his head to fling himself onto the ground and grind his hips like he’s humping the air upon which Mingi swiftly intervenes, marching over to pull his pocket-sized hyung to his feet with a warning yell: “Ahhhhh! Stop that! Too far!”

Hong-Joong giggles with wide-eyed protests of his innocence, then prances out of Mingi’s reach before flinging himself back at the ground and humping the floor this time.

“Right, good, good, enough!” Mingi objects, pulling his hyung to his feet again. Hong-Joong feigns innocence again and then winks at you, before smacking his hand against his own thigh and grinding his hips.

“Mingi!” You gesture for him to move aside. “Let Joong finish his dance, okay?” you object. “Who knows, he might be transmitting vital information to me about what order he likes it in bed, and now you’re ruining the narrative,” you joke. Mingi and San make fake-retching gestures while the others laugh gleefully, except for Seonghwa, who looks like he’d rather just unsee everything he’s seen in the last five minutes.

“Hong-ssi!” you call over to him. Having been somewhat sulkily watching the others tease him, he now cocks his head on the side and gives you an aegyo pose. You laugh and shake your head at him. “Stop that and finish your dance. You've obviously spent a lot of time preparing it," you acknowledge, earning yourself another of his bright, pretty smiles. He spins once, recentres himself with a cute little pout, and then sashays over to you and kicks his legs over your thighs to lower himself onto your lap, with one hand supporting him from behind so he can thrust his hips forward.

Head lowered Hong-Joong gives you a smoking-hot look, up through his eyelashes, somehow managing not to break his character as your heart thumps in your chest, sending you giddy with desire for him. Seonghwa grits his teeth and squeezes his eyes shut. Mingi yells in protest, Wooyoung woops in encouragement and the others are still giggling but noticeably more nervously than they were before. You ignore everyone but your pretty tiger-boy, who is now writhing in your lap, as he slowly and sensuously unbuttons and then divests himself of his shirt. You dart a glance at Seonghwa and mouth ‘am I allowed to?’, gesturing at Hong-Joong’s now-naked torso. Seonghwa looks aggrieved, but shrugs, indicating he has no idea nor opinion on the subject, so you resist the temptation and keep your hands by your sides as Hong-Joong climbs off you, pirouettes so that he’s facing the rest of the room, and then sits back in your lap, facing away from you, arching his back like a cat and reaching behind himself to grab your neck and pull you, finally, into a messy kiss.

You wrap your arms around his waist to pull him closer and he makes a cute, pleased noise, but then pulls himself away and stands up, turning to face you, with his hands at his belt buckle. You hold your breath as his fingers work the buckle undone and he flips the top button of his jeans undone, but at this point even Seonghwa shuts him down, dashing over to bend his leader’s arms behind his back.

“Alright, Hong-Joong-ssi! That’s quite enough of that - none of the rest of us want to know what colour your panties are, thank you.

“Mwo?! Hajima!” Hong-Joong yelps, as he twists about, trying to free his trapped wrists from Seonghwa’s grip.

“Wait, wait, wait…” you object, trying to pacify Seonghwa without upsetting his pretty captive. “Why don’t you guys take five...ten even and go investigate the event situation downstairs? I’ll stay here with this little tiger and let him finish his performance, okay?” Hong-Joong’s pout quickly transforms into one of his devilish smirks, knowing his hyung can’t see his face from his vantage point. Seonghwa’s shoulders drop as he sighs his agreement to the proposal.

“Fine,” he allows with another exasperated sigh. “I know he’s been working on this all week, but I thought he was just going to do a muck-around kind of sexy dance and then let it go. I didn’t know he had a full striptease planned,” he defends himself. You give him an incredulous look and shake your head, amused.

“Seriously, Hwa? Does Joong ever do anything by halves?” you point out. Seonghwa shrugs in acknowledgement. “I mean you know him better than I do, so I don’t know what you were expecting, in all honesty,” you laugh. Seonghwa calls to the others that they’re all going to go set up downstairs and they readily agree, chasing each other out the door and leaving Seonghwa to release Hong-Joong’s wrists and follow them out, shaking his head at you both.

Hong-Joong rubs his wrists experimentally, resets his music and then returns to his theme, stalking back and forth in front of you like the tiger as which he’s ostensibly dressed. He gives you a showcase of some of his sexier moves while he waits for a suitable section of the music and then picks up where he left off, swivelling his hips where he stands directly in front of you, and then slowly unbuckling his belt before unbuttoning and unzipping his skinny jeans with his crotch at your eye-level. You swallow hard, trying not to give in to the temptation, as he bends down to your face level, locking his gorgeous dark eyes with yours and then starts to slowly ease his jeans down over his hips and off his legs, never once breaking your intense, smouldering eye-contact until he’s left in only his tiger-ears, the silver jewellery he never seems to be without...and scarlet-red boxer-briefs.

You try not to stare, though you can quite clearly see the outline of his evident erection through the cotton of his knickers and it’s becoming almost impossible not to touch his naked chest with his dark nipples standing up perkily and his gorgeous clavicles just begging to be kissed. He doesn’t help matters by stalking across the room, dropping to his knees and literally crawling across the floor to end his performance with his head resting on your lap. You raise your hand to stroke his hair gently away from his eyes and he sits back on his knees, cute, with his hands neatly on the front of his naked thighs.

“Can you do the last part, noona?” he asks you softly. “I’m shy.”

“Now you’re shy?!” you dispute him incredulously, with a disbelieving giggle. He nods, unabashed, adjusts his eyelashes with his pointer finger and then looks at you expectantly. You shake your head, trying to stop a smirk from sneaking across your lips, and stand up to lead him over to one of the futons that management leave out for the members to nap on, once they’re no longer trainees.

“C’mon, doll. Let’s take care of this little problem of yours then,” you tease him, deliberately brushing his erection with the tips of your fingers and making him gasp, then moan softly. You pull him down on top of you, kissing him as you get your fingers into the waistband of his briefs and slip them down his legs. He, in turn, pulls the short skirt of your costume out of his way, tweaks your knickers aside with his one unpainted fingernail and then thrusts himself into you with a loud groan of relief, rocking his hips back and forth as you wrap him in your legs and pull him against you.

“Oh my God, ne! Fuck me, Hong-ssi! Harder! Harder-oh-GOD!” you moan, encouraging him. “Oh my...shibal...you were so hot, teasing me with that dance, you know that?” you tell him, between kisses. “I wanted to touch you so much!” He giggles, obviously happy with himself, and keeps kissing your neck and down onto your chest as you praise him. It doesn’t take long before you feel yourself clench around him and then the release of your orgasm floods you, making your whole body tingle with pleasure. You cling onto Hong-Joong, wanting to make sure he finishes as well, wanting to reward him for all his efforts. You can feel his breath hot on your neck as his moans get louder and his hips pump faster and faster until all at once his body shudders and you feel him fill you up, before he collapses next to you, panting for breath.

“I guess we should go downstairs so I can see what other fun and games have been planned,” you tell him with a little smile. He winks and sticks his tongue out teasingly.

“My present was definitely the best though, right?” he checks. You kiss him softly on the lips, throwing your arms around his neck.

“Definitely,” you reassure him, making him beam as he follows you over to collect his discarded clothing and dress himself.

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xneens · 4 years ago

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love me, hate me - part two

Warnings: explicit sexual content, swearing

Word count: 3.3k

Summary: Christmas comes around and Ransom wants you more than ever.

part one

"You're telling me you actually want to date this guy? The one who can't even make you cum?" you asked, licking the remaining frosting from your finger. You placed the messy bowl in the sink, watching your best friend trying—and failing—to get the egg shells out of the mixture.

Meg gave up, dumping the brownie batter down the sink with the water running, fed up with the shells. "Yeah, but sex isn't everything, you know. I don't know—it's just this guy isn't like my exes. He genuinely cares about my feelings, and doesn't control me. Besides, he made me cum a few times. He's nice."

With Mariah Carey's Christmas music playing in the background, the miniature Christmas tree on the table, and the snow falling, the Thrombey household felt festive. Although, the people bundled up and arguing in the next room—not so much. Yet, neither of you cared while you continued to work, helping Martha out, on the desserts. It wasn't going as well as planned, but you took it as a positive considering you hadn't started a fire. Yet.

"Ah, yes, nice. Can't relate. I'm currently attracted to assholes who have anger issues." you commented, passing Meg the flour once again. Your creation was in the oven, and all you hoped was that no one got food poisoning because of it. Even you couldn't live with the guilt of Ransom, or his touchy father, throwing up Christmas morning.

"Currently?" Meg asked, raising an eyebrow, getting eggs out of the fridge for the hundredth time. She glanced at the direction of the door, the sound of it opening drawing both of your attention. "I'm pretty sure your daddy issues didn't just happen recently. Speaking of which, you may be the main reason Ransom decided to come back for Christmas instead chasing a model around."

You rolled your eyes, sitting back in your chair while contemplating whether or not it's too late to ditch. While Ransom was hot, his spoiled attitude wasn't worth tolerating for a quick fuck. With sarcasm dripping, you sighed. "Oh, how wonderful. 'Cause, that's exactly what I need right now."

Meg chuckled, focusing on the task at hand, trying not get shells in the mixture again. She had held off on mixing the dry stuff, much to your dismay, but to her it made sense to get the hard part out of the way so it wouldn't fuck everything up. Your best friend had just finished cracking her last egg when Harlan walked into the kitchen, Ransom trailing a few feet behind him. The playboy's eyes immediately landed on you, yet you didn't meet his, too preoccupied with the phone in your hands.

Harlan's slight frown lifted into a smile, surveying how messy the kitchen had gotten. "My, my, I wasn't aware a cake had exploded in my kitchen."

Looking up, you grinned at the old man, the smile reaching your eyes until you saw who was behind him. Ignoring Ransom, you giggled at Harlan's remark. "You call it a mess, we call it baking."

"As long as you ladies are having fun." Harlan replied, patting your shoulder before heading off towards his office, too tired to deal with his dysfunctional family at the moment.

Ransom lingered, walking up to you, a smirk impended on his face. Yet, you refocused you're attention back on your phone while Meg left the room, her apron still attached to her. You didn't question her sudden disappearance, knowing she was just as annoyed at Ransom's presence. The man in question peeked over you shoulder to see your screen showing off another man's dick, the words right below it explicit.

His jaw clenched in jealousy. Much to his chagrin, the man's dick was just as big as his own. But, he kept the icy exterior up. "Would it be offensive to ask whether or not your baking will make me sick this evening?"

You scoffed without looking up, tapping out of the dick pic your previous hook up had sent. "Since when do you care if you're offensive or not? Who are you, and what have you done to Ransom Drysdale?"

Ransom shrugged, leaning against the kitchen island while facing your annoyed expression. His smug behavior got under your skin, and the bastard was well aware. "Maybe all this Christmas spirit got into me. Or maybe I'm trying to be nice."

You raised an eyebrow, getting off your chair, rushing to the window, pretending to be looking for something. After a few seconds, Ransom's curiosity got the best of him and he joined you, looking for anything unusual outside. The snow-covered land showed nothing out of the ordinary, furthering Ransom's confusion.

"What are you looking at? I can't see anything." he said, squinting at the general direction you had look at.

Shrugging, you moved back to your seat, propping your elbows on the back of the chair, allowing a smug smirk lift your lips. "I thought pigs were flying. Ransom Drysdale isn't capable of being nice, yet alone say the word. I'm shocked hell hadn't freeze over. Yet."

The playboy rolled his eyes, crossing his arms as he took your body in, wrapped in his favorite color, the dress hugging your curves. "What's a guy have to do to be taken seriously with you? You and I both know I can give you everything you want, and more."

"Are you trying to buy me right now?" you asked, half teasing, half annoyed. Ransom could not take a hint, and you hated the fact that he didn't back off despite the sarcasm and insults you threw his way.

"I'm trying to be nice but you're making it really hard." Ransom answered, his cockiness wearing off. He was growing frustrated the more you looked at him like he was a piece of trash. All you wanted him to be was nice, now that he was trying to be, you wouldn't believe his intentions, despite wanting to prove it to you.

Pursing your lips, you tapped your finger against the table, the acrylic nail making a clicking noise. "You wanna prove it? Fine. You've got til midnight tonight. If you're unable to change my mind, you have to buy me my spring break vacation, all the fees and expenses."

"And if I do change your mind..." Ransom smirked, brushing a stray hair behind your ear, earning a half-hearted glare. "... you have to go on a date with me."

Ransom nearly burst out laughing from your shocked expression, the genuine look of surprised slapped on your face with the words. You shut your hanging jaw, still not processing what he was saying. "Excuse me?"

"You have to go on a date with me if I convince you that I'm willing to change my, and I quote, 'bratty and douchebag ways.' An actual date where we sit down, eat dinner, talk about our feelings, and get drunk. Whatever happens, happens." Ransom purred, placing a finger on your bottom lip. You slapped his hand away, and his smirked grew. "Are you going to back out of this already, princess?"

It was your stubborn side that made agree, pressing your lips into a thin line, you grabbed Ransom's hand, shaking it. He raised an eyebrow while you sighed. "You're on. Hope you have enough money to pay for a lengthy trip. I plan on drinking every bottle of wine in Italy."

Despite your baking debacle, you left the kitchen, leaving Meg's monstrous creation on the counter along with Ransom. You went into the living room, trying to find the girl in question when you happened to stumble upon Richard. He barely got to say a word before you turned around, and left the pervert behind. It was always a puzzle how Ransom turned out so hot with Richard and Linda as parents.

Climbing the stairs, you heard the family arguing growing quieter with each step. The second floor was almost a safe haven considering Harlan didn't let anyone raise their voice in the upper level, making it the only quiet place in the house, safe from any Thrombey fights. It was a wonder how the family hadn't murdered each other yet; it was only a matter of time.

Unable to find Meg in your shared room, you sighed, patting your body to find your phone only to realize you left it in the kitchen. With Ransom.

"Looking for this?" Ransom held out your phone, coming up behind you. His usual smirk was gone, a small, genuine smile in its place. It made him look less arrogant.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

You took your phone back, half expecting him to take it back just as you wrapped your fingers around it. But he didn't. You realized he was pulling out all the stops, all the little things that you found annoying was gone. He was acting. Eyes narrowing, you unlocked your phone, studying him. "Thanks. I think."

"Meg is helping the Brazilian maid." Ransom answered your silent question. Your thumb hovered her contact, going back to the home screen. Your eyebrows had risen by his mis-categorization of Martha's race and employment. "Pretty sure they went to the grocery store or something."

"Oh, okay." you replied lamely, putting your phone in your back pocket, the tight jeans making it nearly impossible. Opening the door to your room, you stepped in, not giving Ransom another look. But he followed inside, making you turn around. "Do you need something?"

Ransom stuffed his hands in his pockets, the cream-colored sweater shifting with the gesture. "You didn't exactly give me much time to prove myself. And looking around, we're all alone. I can't think of a better time."

As much as you hated to admit it, he had a point. The bet was a bit unfair considering how stubborn you were, and the amount of time he had to convince you. But it was a bit unsettling seeing Ransom try so hard, let alone being nice. You nodded, agreeing. "Fine, but can I change first? I'd rather not be covered in flour while you try to seduce me."

"You and I both know I wouldn't seduce you before dinner. There's no way in hell I'd treat you like the others." he mumbled to himself, but you heard it. Clearing his throat, he stepped out of the room. "Yeah, I'll be outside. Waiting. Take your time."

As soon as the door closed, you looked around the room to check if you were being pranked, expecting Ashton Kutcher to burst out of the closet along with a bunch of cameramen. After a few seconds, you came to the conclusion that Supernatural was in this universe, deciding "Ransom" was a shapeshifter or a demon possessed him. It was the only reasonable explanation.

Reaching for the hem of your top, pulling it off in one swift move, dropping it on the bed. Your jeans piling on top, allowing your legs to breathe. Despite Joni's hippie side, she had let Meg sneak in a few joints, the smell becoming stronger as you neared both your suitcases. You didn't think Harlan would be too please to have weed in his house, no matter how lenient he is.

You took your time, a little baffled by what to wear. Ransom hadn't exactly given you an agenda on his plans, leaving you to grab a clean pair of black jeans, and a classy, yet simple, red top. You looked decent enough to fit in a nice restaurant, but casual in case Ransom decided he wanted McDonald's, and most importantly: warm. If he wanted to take you to the North Pole, then he'd have to give you his cozy-looking sweater.

You opened the door, the sight of Ransom rocking on his heels greeting you. His back was to you, his hands inside his pockets as he looked out the window, frost crawling along the edges. It genuinely concerned you how much this man was acting; if you didn't know better, you'd think it was real.

Clearing your throat, you watched him jump in surprise, quickly turning to you. Raising an eyebrow, you tucked your phone in your pocket, meeting his warm, blue eyes. "I'm ready."

"Okay." said Ransom, motioning for you to follow him. You walked down the stairs without a word, the air becoming thick as you walked behind him. The sweater did little to no good disguising his broad shoulders, the muscles somehow still visible under the clothing.

As soon as you reached the bottom, you glanced around, the Thrombey fighting becoming louder with each second. It wouldn't be long before one of them stormed out of the room, muttering a curse under their breath. You'd seen all of them do it at least once. You crossed your arms, wary of whatever Ransom was planning. "Be honest, you're not just going to drive me off to the middle of the woods and murder me, are you?"

Ransom chuckled, giving you a wink as he held his hand out. Without hesitation, you took it. "If I was planning to murder you, I wouldn't do it in the woods. If you're going to die, it's going to be epic."

"Oh, well, that makes me feel better." you sneered sarcastically, instantly rolling your eyes. In the back of your mind, you pondered how long it would take for your eyes to get stuck in your brain with the amount of times you rolled them at Ransom.

He led you towards the door, smirking. "You ready?"

"No. Let's go."

—

"Fuck, baby."

He spent a few moments just staring at your spread pussy, amazed and aching for you more than he ever ached for anything.

"Don't you know why I want you to see it, Ransom?"

Ransom just shook his head without taking his eyes off the your pneumatic body.

"Because it's yours," you sighed. "All yours, baby. You're the one I've been keeping it nice and fresh for."

"Fuck," he muttered.

He kept staring at you, waiting for you to rub you pussy again, but you didn't. You just kept holding it spread.

"Don't you wanna taste me, Ransom?" you purred, barely above a whisper. "C'mon, baby, please. I want you to lick it so bad. I love you so much and I want to give you everything that belongs to you."

The playboy was all but paralyzed by your words. He finally dragged his eyes off your open pussy and looked at your face. You were staring back at him with a glazed look in your eyes. His solid cock was pulsing hard in the tight grip of his fist. No girl had ever looked at him the way you were at that very moment, yet at the same time, he knew you were playing with the hottest kind of fire there was.

"Sweetheart, you know this wasn't the deal." he whispered, distracted.

You smirked. "But you still won."

He finished the thought by leaning down and sliding his tongue up and over your generously offered pussy. You pulled in a sharp gasp when Ransom's tongue lit up your heavily tingling pussy. Your hips rolled instantly in response, your gasps turning to moans while Ransom eagerly slathered his tongue all around your creamily delicious slit. He soon focused his attention on your clit and slipped a finger up inside your hole at the same time.

The man's finger curled and twisted inside you, searching for you g spot while he suckled and lapped at your fully swollen clit. You could barely form words as you gasped and moaned, your luscious body now writhing with desire.

Your pussy oozed heavily the more he licked and fingered you. Your cream was sweet, tangy and intensely intoxicating. Ransom probed at your hole with his finger and the tip of his tongue at the same time, but he soon drew his soaking wet finger out of your hole and wedged it between your ass cheeks, searching for your puckered rimhole.

You gasped deeply and lifted your legs up higher, giving Ransom better access to your asshole. He massaged your tight bud with his honey-coated finger and made deep, hungry love to your pussy with his mouth.

"God god god god, Ransom!" you cried, your hips rolling harder and harder against the man's mouth and finger.

Your body went tense for a few moments and then relaxed. Ransom backed off and watched you languish after your orgasm, pausing briefly to catch your breath. Then you shifted your body and took the hem of your outfit into your hands and peeled it off over your head. Ransom pulled off his T shirt and slid over on top of your luscious body, grinding his rock-hard cock against your pussy as he lowered himself to kiss you.

You whimpered while Ransom's chest mashed down against your heavy, naked tits. They felt amazing against his body, and he was beyond reason when the your mouth opened and set your tongue into motion against his.

Ransom had never kissed any girl so hard or hungrily in his life. Nor had any kissed him back the way you had. At the same time, you were grinding your slick, wet pussy against his cock as hard as he was grinding against you. Then he squeezed his hands in between them and grasped at your tits, kneading them eagerly with his strong hands.

He released your mouth and said," Baby girl, reach down there and put my cock inside you for me. I need that pussy bad, but I can't bring myself to let go of these fantastic tits now that I finally have my hands on them."

You giggled happily and kissed him again while you worked your hands down between your naked bodies. Finally, you got one hand on your pussy and spreading yourself open while you wrapped the other around Ransom's thick cock.

"Oh geezus, fuck, Ransom, you're so fucking hard," you cooed. "Oh god fuck me deep."

You tucked Ransom's cock head into your wet maw and he began grinding his shaft deeper into your sheath. Your pussy felt so tight and creamy, and you both groaned as his rock-hard flesh gradually filled your body. You looked at each other in disbelief, even though nothing had ever felt more right or natural.

Ransom growled as he began to pump his cock in and out of your spectacular body with long strokes. His grip on your tits went tighter and he lowered his head to suck and lick on your swollen nipples.

You whimpered with pleasure, wrapping your legs around his hips and grinding your pussy hard against his thrusting cock. It wasn't long before he was straining to hold on and keep fucking you deep and hard. You didn't make it any easier because of the way you were moaning and your cunt squeezed his pounding cock every time you came.

Finally, Ransom raised himself up on his hands while he pumped your succulent pussy hole as hard and fast as he could, watching your pretty face twist with pleasure while your tits heaved with the force of his lunging body.

"Gimme your cum, baby. I want it in me...fuck!"

With a final, frenzied volley of full body thrusts, Ransom's pulsing cock exploded in your pussy, filling you with a hot flow of jetting spunk.

After, they spent a long time kissing while Ransom caressed the your beautiful tits. He kept his cock buried inside you until his flesh finally started to relax.

You fell asleep in each other's arms, and Ransom knew he had the girl he always needed right there with him. He had been right, all the sarcastic comments and stupid fights had been worth it.

In the morning, Ransom awoke from a haze of dreams to look down and find you lying between his legs with your lips sliding up and down his swollen cock. When you realized he was awake and watching you, you released his big cock from your mouth, giving his shaft a long lick before greeting him.

"Merry Christmas, Ransom."

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smiting-finger · 4 years ago

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alive, and back on my usual nonsense

So after getting preoccupied with other things and temporarily falling off the face of the planet (for like an entire year ಥωಥ), I was thinking about the kdrama Mr. Queen (which I've been meaning to watch), and the Chinese novel it was based on (太子妃升职记, which I read a few years ago and very much enjoyed), and this popped out--

Wei Wuxian’s first thought is that there seem to be an awful lot of female voices around, for a bedroom inhabited by two men. Did he drink too much last night? It wouldn’t be the first time he’s overindulged on a trip to the town and woken up in a strange place the next morning, but that kind of problem has been cropping up a lot less frequently now that he has Lan Zhan around to ferry him home.

(Sometimes literally, on his back. His broad, strong--)

But perhaps Lan Zhan had gotten drunk, too? In which case, Wei Wuxian should consider them lucky to have woken up surrounded by people, rather than chickens, rabbits or, notably, on one occasion, mounds of resentful cabbages.

The chatter around him continues, pitched high with youth and - is that anxiety? It's interspersed with the odd interjection from what sounds like one (calmer, if more exasperated) older woman and a man. Probably not a nunnery, he decides. Perhaps the back rooms of a pleasure house? Although, if that’s the case, this amount of excitement over a mere two men is honestly a little excessive.

He reaches out tentatively, but pats all the way across the mattress to the edge without finding his usual bedfellow. A much less tentative venture towards the other side produces similar results.

Hm.

Wei Wuxian cracks open an eye and heaves himself upright, absent-mindedly scratching at his (unusually soft - as much as he hates to admit it, maybe Nie Huaisang has a point about drinking less and training more) side and squinting into the too-bright light until the person-shaped blur in front of him sharpens into focus.

“Niang niang!” a complete stranger cries tearfully, clutching at the sleeve of his other arm. “You’re awake! Thank Heavens, you’re awake! Physician Liu, quick, quick!”

A cushion is produced from somewhere and thrust expectantly between Wei Wuxian and the elderly man sitting at his bedside.

He sighs. It’s probably not worth fighting.

Wei Wuxian smacks his upturned wrist onto the unusually lavish brocade and is only a little surprised when it’s covered by a cloth before the physician reaches to take it.

(Do they think he’s diseased?)

((Is he diseased?!))

(((Is that why Lan Zhan isn’t here?)))

He looks at the row of young girls (+ 1 matron) kneeling along the wall to his left, dressed identically to the first and also now beginning to prostrate themselves and wail about “Niang niang!” and blessings and deserving to die.

Not a pleasure house, then.

He looks around at the rest of the richly-furnished room and its intricately-carved wooden furniture, the wealth of jade carvings and the obscene amount of gold that's gilding … everything (so shiny). The opulence of it all would put even Jin Guangshan to shame.

So, not a nunnery either.

He looks down at the small hands, delicate wrists and - he clutches one abruptly just to make sure his eyes aren’t deceiving him - breasts of the body that he certainly was not inhabiting yesterday.

“Well,” he says aloud, unable to stop himself from wincing at the high, soft voice that emerges despite fully expecting it. “It’s not the first time this has happened.”

===

Two days, one diagnosis of shock-induced memory loss and some discreet enquiries (as well as some indiscreet enquiries) later, this is what he knows about his situation:

He’s the main consort (unfavoured) of the crown prince of whatever place he’s landed in;

Three days ago, following a disagreement with one Consort Yun (favoured, main competitor for husband’s affections);

In the course of this disagreement, both women somehow fell into a palace lake and mostly-drowned;

Consort Yun (admittedly quite pretty) was revived at the scene, but Wei Wuxian took a full day to “miraculously” recover;

Angered by the unseemly behaviour of her daughters-in-law, particularly upon learning that the Crown Princess’s first act upon waking was to stumble upon a chance meeting between the Crown Prince and Consort Yun in one of the pleasure gardens and bodily throw herself between them (a tactical error on Wei Wuxian’s part. He’d been trying to throw himself over the battlements to freedom, but he’d gotten lost and scaled the wrong wall), the Empress (Crown Prince’s political opponent, not particularly fond of either consort) grounded both of them to their respective residences for a month, with no visitors allowed.

Which brings him to his current position, feeding the fish in his personal pond as an excuse to be alone. Not truly alone - he shoots a pointed glance at the maids watching anxiously from the other side of the courtyard - because he’s apparently a “suicide risk” now (and honestly, yes, he’d meant to throw himself off that roof, but he hadn’t meant to die - it’s simply that this new body’s cultivation level is not what he’s come to expect even from Mo Xuanyu’s modest abilities), but alone enough to start planning his next move.

Direct escape is out - he didn’t have a plan for what to do once he’d gotten out anyway, and honestly he’s better-resourced for finding out how he got here in the Palace than anywhere else, so it’s no great loss.

“What do you think, Master Fish?” Wei Wuxian asks a gold and black spotted koi with particularly sage-looking whiskers. “Shall I just stay here for the time being?”

It’s not a terrible place to be for the time being, he must admit, throwing more food into the water and watching the fish swarm. Being grounded, he’s at no risk from the Crown Prince’s amorous attentions for a month (a salute of gratitude to the Empress for the inadvertent protection). And thanks to Consort Yun and her voluptuous figure (and if the Crown Prince is more partial to that than the Zhao Feiyan style of willowy fragility that Wei Wuxian seems to have inherited, who can honestly blame him?), he’s at no great risk from them after that, either (a salute of gratitude to the unknowing sister-in-arms, taking one - and hopefully a great many more after that - for the team).

According to his maid (sleeve-clutcher extraordinaire, who even now is boring two holes into his skull with her woeful gaze from across the way while he does nothing more suspicious than scatter another handful of feed towards some latercomer fish), the body he’s inhabiting comes from a powerful military lineage. In particular, her father is (was?) a powerful general who currently commands more than half the nation’s military forces and has the absolute trust of the Emperor. So that more or less keeps him safe from the machinations of the majority of the nest of vipers in this palatial cesspit.

That just leaves the Empress, who - if his servants and the smuggled letters from the Original Goods’s mother (a salute of gratitude to the worthy woman for spelling it out so that even such an interloper as he can understand) are anything to go by - would definitely kill him to damage the Crown Prince’s political standing or throw any sort of roadblock in the way of him from becoming Emperor.

Less immediately - if his secret informants are anything to go by (a salute of gratitude to the resourceful host for cultivating such a valuable resource if not her dantian) - it also leaves the Crown Prince, who, upon cementing his power as Emperor, would also definitely kill his current Crown Princess in order to wedge his beloved Consort Yun into the Empress role.

Really, the only road to any sort of security for someone in his position is to raise the next Imperial heir, outlive the Original Goods’s faithless husband and become the Empress Dowager.

Hopefully Wei Wuxian will be long gone by then, but if leaving means the Original Goods will return (from … Mo Xuanyu’s body? The Ether? Or???) - well, he doesn’t want to repay her hospitality by leaving her house in a mess, so to speak. So he’ll try to set her on that career path, if he can.

But that’s an aspirational goal. First, he has to not-die before he can find out how to get himself home.

And find out how to get himself home.

If getting himself home is even possible.

Wei Wuxian dumps the rest of the fish food in the water and yells.

(It startles the maids, the fish and the poor eunuch the Crown Prince has sent as a spy into falling out of the tree he’s been hiding in and into the prickly bushes below.)

===

The problem with “staying for the time being” is … well, how interminably boring it is. The approved list of hobbies for an Imperial consort seems to consist of: eating (but not too much), sleeping (but not too much), embroidery (which he can’t do), reading (but only texts on female virtue and the occasional terrible novel), playing music (but not the flute), conversing with his maids (who are very sweet, but are all like, 12) and walking in the gardens (which he’s not allowed to do).

Honestly, it’s no wonder all the consorts turn to scheming and murder.

It only takes a week of confinement for him to snap and sneak himself out for a nighttime adventure, setting off to explore the grounds and see … a night-blooming flower, a ghost, a rat, he’ll take pretty much anything at this point.

In the end, he finds none of these things, but the walking is still pretty nice, and he even hears the faint sounds of a guqin wafting over from one of the other consorts’ residences. (He should probably learn who lives where at some point, but it’s not exactly a priority. What’s he going to do with the information when he can only visit during the nighttime? Peep?) When Wei Wuxian wanders closer, the notes resolve themselves into the familiar strains of Flowing Waters, and his breath catches on a sudden surge of longing to hear the same song, played by a different set of fingers.

(First played on a familiar guqin and then, later, accompanied by soft humming between soft, worn sheets, played across the edges of Wei Wuxian’s ribs, along the dip of his spine, and finally lower, into--)

((Is Lan Zhan thinking about him?))

(((Is Lan Zhan looking for him?)))

Stumbling blindly on, he’s so caught up in missing Lan Zhan that he misses the first few stanzas of the next piece, and it isn’t until the music starts to rise in a familiar refrain that he freezes.

He knows that song.

He’s one of the only two people who know that song, which is in fact how he got caught out the last time he found himself in a farce of an identity charade, by the only other person who knows that song, who must be - who must be -

Lan Zhan, his blood sings in his ears as he takes off in a dead run towards the source of the playing. Up ahead of him, small courtyard glows softly with the light of the only burning lamp in their vicinity. Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan-

He scrambles up the wall with the ease of a lifetime’s practice, using bloody-minded determination to make up for the lack of muscle memory.

“Lan Zhan,” he yelps, forgetting to whisper in his excitement as he flings himself over the top and into the branches of a convenient, wall-side tree. “Lan Zhan, it’s me, I-”

This is, naturally, when his foot slips. He manages to catch hold of a branch, but his tender hands and puny wrists, unused to holding up anything heavier than a chicken leg, fail to maintain their hold through his weight, and he tumbles down the trunk into a sad puddle of fabric on the ground.

“Lan Zhan,” he gasps, fighting to untangle himself from the ridiculous train that, admittedly, made a considerable contribution to cushioning his fall. He clambers up onto his hands and knees--

--and looks straight into the wide-eyed stare of Consort Yun.

===

“I cannot believe,” Wei Wuxian growls, palming the ample softness of one exposed breast with one hand, while shoving the other deeper into the many (too many) layers of fabric between them and between Lan Zhan’s splayed legs, “that after everything that’s happened, you’re still taller than me.”

Lan Zhan huffs a laugh that turns quickly into a moan, and Wei Wuxian swallows it, smothers Lan Zhan’s gasping breaths with his own parted lips and sucks them greedily down even as he coaxes out more with twisting fingers here, another tug to Lan Zhan’s poor, abused nipple there.

He slides his fingers back between slick folds and then upwards again, pushing in and out in a few languid strokes before curling them to make Lan Zhan arch harder against the wall behind him, tilt his head back and expose a beautifully vulnerable stretch of neck to Wei Wuxian's teeth.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan murmurs, and his voice is different, the shape of his lips is different, but the way Wei Wuxian’s name fits inside his mouth (tender, beloved), the way he tucks the flyaway strands of hair behind Wei Wuxian’s ear, the look in his eyes when their gazes meet (warm, open, knowing) are the same, same, same.

===

I am entirely too lazy to write the rest of it, but afterwards they regroup and it turns out LWJ has been in this world for exactly one more day than WWX, having woken up in Consort Yun’s body when she was “revived”. Consort Yun is the daughter of a high-ranking Minister in the Treasury or something, so Lan Zhan been using his new position as the daughter of a ~scholarly family~ to build a reputation for being really into Buddhist scripture, and eventually he’s going to request to be allowed to go to a nearby Temple to attain some virtuous brownie points for the Imperial family via prayer as his penitence.

That there’s also an elderly monk living there who’s got a reputation for being super good with the divine mysteries and spiritual lore about curses and whatnot is totally immaterial, if Lan Zhan happens to run into that guy, it’ll be a total coincidence, yeah.

So WWX also starts on the divine penitence route, and if everyone thinks it’s because the Crown Princess refuses to be outdone by Consort Yun, then even better, and two weeks into confinement they wear the Empress down into letting them make the trip, and when they get there, turns out the monk is Nie Huaisang.

(NHS: “OH THANK GOD, I’ve done the research but the lynchpin of this mess is definitely somewhere in the Palace and I could not for the life of me figure out a way to get in.”

WWX: “That's nice, but seriously, how come you got to stay a man?”

NHS: “My friend, I may be a man, but my balls are currently swinging somewhere around my ankles.”

WWX: “...show me.”

And LWJ is like “NO.” except WWX can tell by the look in his eye that he sort of wants to see, too).

So they return to the Palace and WWX whirls into one of their morning audiences with the Empress, distraught about a ~dream from the ancestors~ where they warned him about disrupted ley lines or accumulated resentment or an offended minor god that needs investigation by someone, and “How convenient, because we met just the guy!” And the Empress looks like she was Done Five Years Ago, but the Empress Dowager, who’s old and doddery, is like “oh no, you must bring him!” and the Empress mutters “to fucking what, offend some major gods and really do the job properly?” and that’s how they find out the Empress is Jiang Cheng.

In the meantime, the confinement edict expires and WWX+LWJ are allowed to return to their regular programming, which means that as the legal wife, WWX can continuously summon LWJ to his residence for increasingly tenuous and spurious reasons. The best thing is, it’s not even out of character for the Crown Princess, who used to regularly summon Consort Yun to subject her to not-so-veiled barbs and petty torments. So WWX summons LWJ, and then immediately expels both their entourages from the room, instructing that no one is to enter on pain of death.

So LWJ’s maids are gnashing their teeth helplessly while all sorts of piteous moans, pained gasps and the occasional scream emanate from behind the closed door, and when their mistress finally emerges there are no marks on her body, but she’s weak-kneed and having trouble walking straight, so who knows what kind of terrible tortures the Crown Princess has visited upon her.

The Crown Prince obviously hears about this, so he bursts in one day without warning, only to find the two sitting together, the Crown princess’s arms around Consort Yun’s waist, her cheek pillowed on one heaving bosom, and although she’s smiling besottedly at him now, he could have sworn that he felt killing intent being directed at him only a second ago? And to tell the truth, he’s not really in love Consort Yun either, it’s all an act to keep the two consorts (and their families) pitted in a power struggle against each other until he can finally outmanoeuvre the Empress and cement his position as heir to the throne (and also to protect his actual favourite, a third consort who’s a nondescript nobody with no political backing). So the fact that “It was all a misunderstanding, we’re friends now,” his Crown Princess says sweetly (and did she … rub her cheek against his Consort’s chest? Must be his imagination) is not the worst thing (at least neither of them/their families can be enlisted by the Empress in support of her son, and if they’re caught up with Being Besties, then at least they’re not bullying his actual favourite), but for some reason he still feels kind of … threatened? Like someone’s making moves on his wife, which is absurd because they’re both his wives, but the vibes he gets from the first one in particular are kind of … off?

In any case, the crew solve the mystery, find the lynchpin object (which turns out to be a jade dildo belonging to one of the Emperor’s favoured consorts because of course it is), and wake up in their real bodies, in their real world, to a very apologetic hermit-inventor-cultivator whose property they stumbled onto while pursuing a resentful beast. Turns out they triggered the glamour/enchantment/psychic maze world he created as a security system because, “I just didn’t want to risk people getting into my stuff, you know? I’ve got some things that could be very dangerous in the wrong hands”. WWX is like “oh yeah, for sure” and JC is like “WHAT DO YOU MEAN FOR SURE? HOW IS THIS AN UNDERSTANDABLE RESPONSE, IF YOU’RE AFRAID PEOPLE WILL TOUCH YOUR SHIT THEN JUST ENCHANT SOME FUCKING WARRIOR GOLEMS LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE.”

#CQL #The Untamed #mo dao zu shi #Wangxian #fic #not-fic

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shimmershae · 4 years ago

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So. I have some more thoughts. Shocking? Yeah, I know, lol.

Let’s see if I can figure out how to purge what’s inside of my overactive brain and have it make some semblance of sense, shall we?

Hmm.

Where to start, where to start?

Okay. So I think it’s safe to say that the flashbacks pretty quickly establish that Daryl has essentially been set adrift. He’s been cast back, in some ways by his own choosing, into a solitary searching life that speaks to his past. He has no anchor anymore, no touching stone--whether that be Rick, who’s presumed dead, or Carol, who’s chosen by default to leave him behind and try to make a new family in Ezekiel and Henry.

That’s important. Because until this season? Until he really matured and assumed, grudgingly or otherwise, the mantle of leadership of the communities?

Daryl was a follower. He took his cues from other stronger personalities. Other people more quick to voice and own their opinions, right or wrong. Like Rick. And Merle before him.

That’s not to say Daryl hasn’t had anything of value to say or add to the communities or to his relationships. He has and he did. Remember back at the Prison how Carol told him he was going to have to live with the love? Daryl was just beginning to find his voice, so to speak. He was emerging, even if they were only baby steps at first, from other seemingly more formidable shadows, and learning even then how to be more of a leader that people looked up to even if he was still content to be a follower.

Being a follower was what he was comfortable with and I’m making some assumptions here, but I’d wager that in his abusive past with his old man, in that household first with Merle then on his own, being a follower and sticking to the safety of the periphery is probably what kept him alive. Being a follower minimized conflict then, I’m sure. Being a follower when he met up with and eventually connected with Rick and the rest of Team Family was probably the safest way for him to make emotional connections.

I’m rambling. I know it and I’m sorry. It’s what I do. Ramble, lol.

Here. I’m going to place the rest of this underneath a cut because I got more winding words than I have wind and most of ya’ll have patience.

With Rick gone, with Carol off trying her damndest to live a fairy tale, Daryl floundered. For all intents and purposes, he was left without any direction, nobody to take his cues from emotionally or otherwise.

I mean, he literally made ever-widening circles searching for Rick, didn’t he? Circles have no end point. They have no real destination. Not really. Daryl essentially lived in a spin cycle of pain and regret and inability to really and truly connect with anybody during those years spent searching for Rick--especially since the person he arguably felt closest to and most comfortable with, Carol, basically decided those past connections Daryl was so desperate to find again were too painful for her and attempted to move on.

He wasn’t emotionally equipped to or stable enough (perhaps still internally dealing with his anger and angst over his torture and imprisonment by Negan at that point in time) to put in the hard work to reestablish those fraying bonds on his own and the man basically lost the plot. His world narrowed down to this latest search. This search for a body. For closure. For a new purpose perhaps?

And you know, the man had to be tired. In some way or another? He’s probably been searching his entire life. It’s kind of what followers do. They look for meaning outside themselves because they don’t feel like they’re enough.

So then Dog, in the form of this happy, accepting, affectionate puppy appears out of nowhere. He’s a welcome distraction and knowing Daryl’s propensity to try to reunite the lost with those they love, he started a new little search.

That led him to Leah.

Leah, who was alone. Like him. Leah, who knew how to survive. Like him. Leah, who was stuck in a place of grief. Like him.

Leah, who--and I don’t really feel like I’m going out on too far or precarious limb here considering how many parallels they literally slapped us in the face with during this episode--reminded him of someone he felt he couldn’t have, not even her friendship anymore because by her choosing to ‘be there’ for Ezekiel and Henry and the Kingdom she was always leaving Daryl behind and that’s a pattern we’ve all long suspected has really caused hurt for Daryl even if he’s long ‘accepted’ and dealt with it with stoicism.

Boy, they really blew the lid off that issue didn’t they? Oh, it was done rather quietly and in a surprisingly controlled manner, but the hurt it caused? The tears and emotion it elicited was brought about with an almost surgical precision that stunned Carol, but I digress.

My point is? Daryl? Innate follower that he is? Daryl had grown accustomed to the human connection he found with Team Family. He was never 100% comfortable with it but he missed it. He craved it. And Rick? Well, deep down Daryl knew the likelihood of finding his ‘brother’ was minimal. And with Carol pulling away and putting more and more distance between them--how deep and wide was that river, ya’ll, before the episode was done? when it started off looking like a small trickle of a stream? how wide was that chasm these two idiots in painfully unspoken love allowed to be formed between them?--essentially the two closest people to him were lost to him, leaving him lost.

So he stumbles upon this woman who is very reminiscent of people that he’s known. He’s figured out, even though he keeps trying to buck the trend, that you really can’t make it alone in the world anymore. And when she shows him some small measure of trust by letting him go? That part of him that didn’t want to be alone kept drifting back into her sphere.

Now I’m not going to go so far as saying Daryl fell in love with this Leah. Because, shipping biases aside? I really don’t feel like he did.

Daryl found solace with Leah.

Companionship.

Remember another time when Daryl was lost? When he felt he had failed another member of his family? Lost what he thought was the last of his family? How alone he was at a crossroads when Joe’s group of Claimers came along?

I’m not equating Leah with the Claimers in any other way except saying Daryl was in a similar headspace when he met her, okay? Before anybody goes off on me. I’m just saying that Leah? She represented what Daryl felt was his one chance NOT TO BE ALONE.

Daryl’s emotionally stunted, ya’ll. He’s made great strides, but trauma always seems to regress him. Thankfully, it seems to regress him less and less as he really and truly matures, but it still has a habit of reverting him back to the Daryl we first met. The Daryl we can easily see growing up in Merle’s shadow.

When he threw that damn fish at her door, I literally laughed for ten straight minutes because that was funny as hell. But honestly? The more I thought about it, the more it dwelled in my mind? The sadder it actually made me because here’s a grown man essentially trying to connect with another human being on an adolescent level.

So much of what we were shown in this episode really just reinforced what I’d already suspected to be true--Daryl Dixon just doesn’t ‘get’ the basics of interpersonal relationships. At least those that could be perceived as romantic. For all that Carol mused it was like he had become a man back in Atlanta, during Consumed and their search for Beth? That man is still very much trying to fumble his way out of the starting gate so far as pursuing a woman in any form or fashion.

This is just my opinion and we all know what they say about those, lol, but Daryl has longed for an even deeper connection with Carol since the Prison. Maybe even before that. I think at the Farm his eyes were opened to her and he started trying to be a better person to match what he perceived as her goodness. Before he even knew she wanted one, he was trying to be a man of honor. Then stuff and thangs happened and shit, like Daryl once told Abe, just never settled. Carol drifted out of Daryl’s reach because he wasn’t equipped with the emotional tools to really go after what he wanted--her in a deeper, different capacity than he’d ever wanted or asked for before--and shit, ya’ll. If loneliness is a choice then Daryl Dixon was sick and damn tired of it.

Do I think there’s even really a choice between Leah and Carol in Daryl’s mind though? A true choice were he to absolutely, 100% realize and know that Carol’s heart was earmarked for him from the very beginning and that she’s suffering from the same delusions that she’s not good enough or deserving of him?

Absolutely not.

Leah knew that even if Daryl never divulged any specifics about Carol. She knew the answer to her ultimatum before she even made it.

And that ultimatum, ya’ll.

Maybe it’s weird, but it put me in mind of when Merle pressed Daryl to make a choice between him and Team Family.

Merle was blood family but like Carol and others said, he wasn’t good for Daryl.

Leah might have offered Daryl some solace from his loneliness but ultimately staying isolated with her and not reconnecting with those he identifies as family is just as damaging as Daryl choosing to follow in Merle’s wake again. Similarly to that situation, Daryl was clearly torn as soon as the words were out of her mouth.

Between loyalty to family and unspoken love.

In case there’s any confusion here, the unspoken love I’m talking about is his love for Carol. He felt something for her back at that Prison. Fight me. He knew she’d be hurt by him going back with Merle, but obligation and family loyalty led him to make the decision all the same.

Still. He knew she’d understand. And she did, even if his choice hurt her.

My thought is that this time? At least initially? Daryl didn’t completely separate his loyalty to family (searching for Rick) and his unspoken love (for Carol) when he made his decision. They’re hopelessly entwined because Carol is a little bit of everything to Daryl--friend, family, the woman he loves and has been halfway in love with for so many years. Initially, he chose the hope that both would come back to him if he just kept searching. Because searching’s what he does. From Sophia to Connie, he’s always searched in the hope of bringing the lost back to those that love them. He’s always searched because nobody searched for him.

Daryl is the ultimate lost boy who grew to be a man and still feels like he hasn’t been found.

But how can he be found if the one person he wants to find him keeps running away?

Daryl didn’t choose Leah.

Not from his heart.

Daryl turned back to Leah because he felt Carol slipping away to where he couldn’t follow her.

If it can even be argued that Daryl chose Leah, it was by default. Of course, he feels guilty. Daryl wouldn’t be Daryl without guilt. He wouldn’t be Carol’s man of honor.

And he is Carol’s man.

She may not be in the place to see it--YET--but she’s getting there. She’s fighting hard against her natural inclination to run. She’s trying. She knows what she wants, even if she doesn’t believe she has the hope of getting it.

Daryl knows what he wants, too. He knows, once and for all, where he belongs. He’s stopped searching. He knows she’s right there. There’s no more circles. There’s just a final destination if he can convince the love of his fucking life to stop running from what they both want.

He may have left that note for Leah, but you can’t convince this viewer that he didn’t write those words for Carol.

And that’s all I got to say about that.

For now anyway.

Omigosh, lovelies.

So sorry for the emotional word vomit but thank you so much for indulging me even if I did lose my original point somewhere up there, lol.

#The Walking Dead #Season 10C spoilers #Caryl #Carol x Daryl #Carol Peletier #Daryl Dixon #Melissa McBride #Norman Reedus #gorgeous people #my precious babies in love #things that make me smile and cry #for reasons #my heart

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every1studio · 4 years ago

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“vampire lords” [ateez]

genre: misc. + a lil suggestive + otome-styled (reverse harem)

ficstyle: bulletpoints (fem reader)

prompt: inspired VAMPIRE PRINCES INSPIRED BY OTOME GAME ROYAL BLOOD

note: sorry for the wait! I’m officially back and I’ll be posting as often as I possibly can!!!

Let’s meet the heirs of the vampire lineage. Who would you choose to be your lover and take over ruling the vampire clan?

-HONGJOONG

(type: the reliable, “leader-worthy” heir that gets picked on by the other princes; known for being a flirt)

(special power: psychometry - the ability to learn anything about the past or future of an object by touching it)

the one that you met first

after talking with your father, the Earl, about your living conditions here at the estate, you took it upon yourself to explore the premises

upon walking around the vampire estate, you heard a dramatic yet gentle melody that belonged to an old harpsichord

the melody sounded nostalgic even though you don’t remember hearing anything so hauntingly beautiful

you followed the sound into a glass greenhouse where the harpsichord sat in the middle of the room

you were entranced with the man playing his heart away

all you could see was his body swaying to and fro with his fingers dancing across the keys

his hair was slicked back and shined sapphire blue in the moonlight

his strong brows furrowed as he played the instrument

the keys he played were furious yet calming; like the beginning of a storm

his hands were adorned with black, sleek gloves

as if he was telling a story about his life; the good, the bad, and the bloody

you don’t know how long you were standing there but when the music stopped, you met the eyes of the man playing the harpsichord

“you must be Y/N...” he asked as he stepped towards you; his footsteps echoed in the spacious greenhouse

his eyes glimmered red every time he was in the moonlight

you nodded but unable to speak or move

his aura was intimidating yet alluring

but the moment he smiled, you felt like you were safe in this unknown place

“I’m Hongjoong~ I’ve heard all about you from the Earl! let me know if you need ANYTHING!”

you broke out into a smile but before you could say anything...

Hongjoong brushed the hair away from the nape of your neck with his gloved hand and leaned in real close, so close that you could feel his breath of your skin

“and when I mean, anything.. I mean anything... princess~”

you stumbled back away from him, “I-I’ll make s-sure th-that I’ll let you k-know when..”

he was good-looking; seemed playful and almost flirty behind his initial scary demeanor

he had you flustered

Hongjoong chuckled as he took off one of his gloves and reached to place his hand on your face

but....

will you choose his story?

or will you choose someone else?

-SEONGHWA

(type: an enigma, no one really knows about him except for the other princes; the oldest)

(special powers: shape-shifting and illusion-making)

“stop teasing our guest..”

you heard a voice coming from behind you

Hongjoong dropped his hand and cocked his head in annoyance, “I’m doing no such thing, I’m just making sure our guest is welcomed, that’s all..”

you saw a living and breathing sculpture

you felt your jaw gaping; you couldn’t help it

“you can do that with your gloves on.. you don’t want to invade our guest’s privacy, don’t you?”

as soon as the mysterious man’s sharp gaze lowered to meets yours, you quickly looked away

“I hope he wasn’t making you feel uncomfortable.. please excuse his behavior..I’m Seonghwa..” he places his hand on his chest and gives you a curt bow

you returned the bow, “I’m Y/N..”

Seonghwa gives you a subtle smile that you didn’t know he could be capable of, “I know who you are...”

he adjusts his outfit and held his hand out for you to take

“do you mind if I gave you a little tour, miss Y/N?”

you nodded as you placed your hand into his

“tch.. I was gonna offer if you weren’t already here... when will you stop having impeccable timing..” Hongjoong rolled his eyes as he walked back to the harpsichord with his hands in his pockets

“when you stop flirting as much as you breathe”

with that Seonghwa led you away from the greenhouse

he gave you a grand tour of the estate starting from the gated entrance

Seonghwa was short with his words but they were endearing

but as he gave you the tour, you noticed a couple of things

he always had a couple of crows fly to him every so often

and he seemed to have a problem with mirrors and reflections

usually every time you come across one, you would at least give a quick look but Seonghwa seemed to avoid them as much as possible

“miss Y/N.. is there something on my face?”

“hmm? no? why do you ask?”

Seonghwa leaned in a little closer to you and said, “you’ve been looking at me more than you’re looking at where you’re walking...”

you started to become a tomato and you could see him sneak a subtle smile

“just kidding, miss..” he murmured and continued to give you the tour

he was truly mysterious; he was friendly but you could tell that he wanted some distance between how he seems like to you and how he really is

....

will you choose his story to find out why?

or will you choose someone else?

-YUNHO

(type: boy-next-door; doesn’t seem like a vampire at all, but has a sensitive, fragile and frightening side)

(special power: alchemy)

“Seonghwa~ the Earl is calling for you- oh! hi Y/N!” the voice came from a tall man

out of two of the other vampire princes that you met, he seems the least like a vampire; he seems like he would be in on a college campus getting some beers for a party

“oh is that so.. please excuse me, miss Y/N.. I will have to conclude this tour to a halt-”

“a tour? I can guide her through the rest of the way.. leave it to me~” the tall puppy-like man gave a comedic salute to Seonghwa

Seonghwa nods, places his hand on his chest and bows, “I apologize for the unexpected inconvenience.. I’ll leave this miss Y/N in your hands, Yunho”

with that, Seonghwa left

leaving you with a giddy Yunho, “I’m guessing Seonghwa started the tour from the entrance right?”

“yeah he did!” you couldn’t help but answer with a smile since he’s already smiling

“so all that’s left is the east wing~ shall we?” he stuck his arm out for you to loop your arm through

you giggled at his enthusiasm as you looped your arm through his

you realized that he’s not the textbook definition of what a vampire looks like

which played pretty well since you could feel comfortable talking to him just about anything

the way he talked felt so familiar even though it’s the first time you met him; he was probably going to be someone you can lean on

you two made a final stop in front of a pair of heavy-set steel doors; no other room in the estate had these kind of doors

“this is my room~ the one room you CANNOT enter.. NO MATTER WHAT! OK?” Yunho tried to be playful to lay down the rule because he didn’t want to seem pushy

“what if I need a late night chat?” you tried to match his playfulness but that backfired

his eyes hid behind his bangs and he stood between you and the door

“my room is none of your business.. there’s no need for you to waltz inside, just knock on my door.. but you better not go inside, Y/N.. promise me you won’t come into my room...promise me now”

his voice lowered a couple of octaves and even though he hid his eyes you could see a red glow through his bangs; this scared you, it was like he was a different person; he really seemed like a vampire

“I-I promise..”

and like a flip of a switch, Yunho went back to smiling and his eyes weren’t glowing blood red anymore, “good, well that’s the end of the tour! let me know if you need anything~ is there any place you want to check out?”

you were still shaken up by his switch in character, you needed a break from it

“I’ll just walk around.. don’t mind me.. thank you Yunho~” you waved at him and went on your way...

...

will you choose his story and learn his secret?

or will you choose someone else?

-YEOSANG

(type: shy but romantic; a bookworm)

(special powers: telepathy and telekinesis)

to take your mind off of things, you went to the library and thankfully you were blessed with good memory so you knew where the library was

you pushed the heavy doors of the library and you were amazed; it was better than any library you’ve ever seen

there were bookshelves that were lined with books all the way up to high ceiling

you walked around the library like it was an unknown wonderland

there were spiraling stairs and aesthetic reading areas; this library would rival any others out there in the world

you were running your fingers along the spine of the books until you came across a secluded reading area

there were two tall leather armchairs; one of them were stacked with books and the other was occupied by a sleeping beauty

it seemed like he was sleeping; his head was rested on propped up arm with his book in his lap

you got closer to him and squatted down to see his face; you thought his profile was beautiful enough but now that you’re closer, he’s even more beautiful than you’d ever imagine

you went to reach his face to see if he was actually real or not

“I’m not a statue..” he murmured as he caught your hand before you touched his face; his eyes were still closed

“h-how did you know I was here? do vampires have super-heighten senses?” you were caught by surprised and was rambling

you calmed down a little when you saw him open his eyes

all of the heirs probably had different colored red eyes but his were different; it was a true red with gold flecks that made it seem like he had gold splinters stuck in his irises

“you could say it’s something of the sort..” the man sits up straighter and cracks his neck to relieve some tension

“nice to meet you, miss Y/N.. I’m Yeosang..” he turns to face the books on the other chair and the books start putting themselves away on the shelves

then he turns to you and reaches his hand out

you take it thinking that he’s only reaching his hand to shake it but he pulls you up from the ground and wraps his other arm around your waist

“do you really think I look better up close?”

“HUH?” how can he read your mind? is this another vampire ability?

Yeosang realizes that he’s being more bold than he usually is and let go of you immediately and starts to fumble with the hem of his sleeves

“ ..it’s a special power of mine, my powers are only exclusive to me and no one else.. I apologize for intruding in your mind space.. I won’t do it again!”

apparently he was so embarrassed by his previous actions that he ran away, giving you no chance to say anything

“Yeosang?!” you reached out for him but he ran away at the speed of light

what a character, you thought to yourself

...

will you choose his story and find out what he was reading?

or will you choose someone else?

-SAN

(type: looks edgy and grungy at first but is really sentimental; is also the Phantom Thief, the modern-day Robin Hood)

(special power: magician)

after you left the library, you felt a little hungry so you went to go to the kitchen to find something to eat

the kitchen staff were exceptionally nice to you and left after they offered you a midday snack; there were finger sandwiches and cream puffs that were exactly made to your taste

“for a little one like you, you sure eat a lot”

you turned after choking on your cream puff from being startled

“hey, miss.. you okay?” the boy offered you some water to clear your throat

“y-yeah.. thank you-” you paused to wait for a name from the strong-featured man

you were slightly embarrassed to have such an exceptionally looking guy see you being a mess

“the name’s San, at your service, miss~” he showed an unexpectedly cute smile

geez are all the heirs perfect looking?

yes, yes they are

“sorry you had to see all of that..” you murmured at the raven-haired boy

it seemed like he just came from an intense workout; sweat glistened all over his body but he smelled like he just came out of a Versace cologne commercial

“it’s alright, miss.. hey, miss.. you okay?” he got close to your face after inspecting your flushed face and reddened ears but you nodded as you made space between the two of you

he thought maybe he made you feel uncomfortable or maybe it was just a little awkward or maybe he made you upset in anyway; he needed to break the ice

“hey miss, do you like magic?” San sat in the seat next to you as he crossed his legs

“magic? like harry potter’s kind of magic?” you pondered as your doe-eyes sparkled in confusion but your eyes couldn’t meet his

“no like, a magician’s ”magic”.. you know like rabbits in a top hat and stuff like that..” San started to get giddy

“oh... yeah... I know what you’re talking about.. but why did you ask?”

he was ready to knock you out of your socks; he stretched out his arms, pretending to stretch

“well you seem a little..” softly brushing your hair behind your ear, “distracted..”

he pulled a beautiful amulet from your hair; your eyes widened in shock

it’s not like he’s wearing sleeves to hide such a fairly large amulet; the jewelry really appeared out of thin air

“you can keep it, miss~ think of it as a welcoming present from yours truly~ see ya later~” San waved at you as he walked out of the room

“wait! this looks expensive! where did you get this? how did you do that-” when you walked out of the room to chase after him, he was no where to be found

...

will you choose his story and find out how he did that?

or will you choose someone else?

-MINGI

(type: gentle beast; only smiles for you; known to others as the vampire assassin)

(special powers: invisibility and hawk-eyes; can switch eye-sight from x-ray, temperature, to long-range)

you were still confused about San’s magic trick

unable to pay attention to where you were going

cue the cliche scene where you trip on your way downstairs to the large dance floor of a lobby

you squeeze your eyes shut but instead of a deadly and nasty fall, you fell onto someone with a strong build

“miss Y/N, you should watch where you’re going..” the deep voice of your savior made you a little too scared to open your eyes

“are you hurt, miss Y/N?” although his voice was deep, it was filled with care

you slowly opened your eyes and saw his soft eyes that looked like they were a pair of Madagascar rubies

“n-no.. I’m not.. I’m sorry.. I should’ve watched where I was going..” you tried to shift yourself away so that you weren’t leaning on him for support anymore but you almost fell, again

the deep-voice man held your hand so that you wouldn’t fall, “let me at least escort you down the stairs, we can’t have anything bad happen to the Earl’s daughter...”

“thank you... I’m not used to these steep stairs yet..” you murmured; you probably have a permanent blush by now

“it’s nice to finally meet you, miss Y/N.. my name is Mingi-”

the sound of the harpsichord could be heard from where you two were

“Hongjoong must still be playing music...”

Mingi nods and turns back to you, “he could play for hours.. miss Y/N? since we’re here on the dance floor, would you mind if I asked for a dance?”

you looked everywhere but at him, “i-if you insist.. it would be a waste of this music and this dance floor...”

without another word, he slips his hand on the small of your waist and interlocked your small hand in his

you felt like you were Belle and he was the Beast; from Beauty and the Beast

it was like you were at a ball, wearing a stunning dress that swayed to follow Mingi’s lead

the fact that he was only looking at you and smiling at you made you believe that Mingi wasn’t as scary as you thought

he spun you out but you felt another hand take you away from Mingi’s

...

will you choose his story and continue to dance with him?

or will you choose someone else?

-WOOYOUNG

(type: kind of childish; is uninterested in many things except for you because he’s met you before)

(special powers: teleportation and mind-control; to control someone physically but not mentally/emotionally after consuming their blood)

you completely let the other person pull you away from Mingi and carried you like a princess

“you should be careful of him, miss Y/N.. he’s a very dangerous assassin, you know~”

you looked up as you were still being carried; if looks could kill, you would be dead by now

but from your angle, you can’t really make out his full face

“if miss Y/N should be careful of anyone here, it would be you...” Mingi rolled his eyes as he got closer to you and your carrier

the male stuck his tongue out at Mingi and started to dash away

“you’re just mad because you got her taken from you.. sorry, not sorry, but dancing with Mingi is one of the most BORING thing you could ever do~”

before Mingi could get to you, you were shrouded in a poof of a cloud

when the cloud cleared up, you could tell you were in another part of the estate

“you can teleport?” you asked

but then when you saw his face clearly, you wanted to ask another question, sadly you missed your timing

“wow, you’re not even gonna ask what my name is..” the man places you gently onto a plush sofa

you looked around the room; this must be the common area

“I’m Wooyoung, at your service~” he bows quite dramatically

“I’m guessing you already know my name..” you grabbed a pillow for comfort

Wooyoung sat right next to you and started to twirl with a strand of your hair, “I know more than your name..”

your eyes opened and got close to him, “you can read minds too? have we’ve met before? did we meet in another life?”

Wooyoung started to laugh at your cute remarks, “no I can’t, that’s Yeosang’s thing... but I’m glad that you were thinking about me~”

Wooyoung cupped your face with his veiny hands and got real close, “we’ve met before.. when we were kids..”

your excitement caused your forehead to slam into his

“really?! when?! what happened?! I don’t really remember!”

although you were fine, Wooyoung’s forehead was throbbing

“my head is spinning now, there’s no way I can tell you~” he half-teased, half-spoke the truth

“what?! no way... is there anything I can do to help you?” you were concerned; you have always been hardheaded... literally

Wooyoung lowered his chocolate red-brown eyes and snickered under his breath, “if you give me a kiss and make it better, I’ll tell you~”

you got up from your seat; blushing, of course, “what are you a kid?! forget it!”

“wait, miss Y/N.. I was just kidding!”

you darted out of the room

...

will you choose his story and go back to find out how you two met before?

or will you choose someone else?

-JONGHO

(type: rarely talks but watches out for you; unlimited strength and does anything you ask of him)

(special power: blood absorption; the ability to absorb blood and/or use it to convert into anything)

you didn’t know how long you ran for but you turned up in the rose garden, which looked exceptionally beautiful at night; your heart stopped beating at the speed of light and you felt relaxed in the midst of the rose bushes

there was an exquisite gazebo in front of a moonlit-sparkling lake so you sat there and thought about how you got to this place

how you left the place you called home to get back in touch with your father

how your father was the leader of vampires; which meant you were half-vampire, half-human

how your were suppose to marry one of the vampire heirs to stay protected from the other creatures who want your powers

it was a lot to take in

you walked closer to the lake to look at your reflection; looking at the glowing red eyes you were always made fun of for, wondering where you got them from

sure they weren’t as bright as the other vampires but they were still red

you were lost in thought; unable to detect the large man-eating koifish swimming up towards you

by the time you realized there were another pair of eyes staring back at you from under the water, it would be too late to jump back to safety

you felt a fast gust of wind as someone got in front of you

they placed their hand into the fish’s mouth and pushed it down; causing the lake’s water to form into tsunami-like waves away from the person in front of you

the fish shriveled up and turned to ashes that blew away with the night’s cool breeze

everything happened so fast; your knees finally gave out from shock and you sat onto grass that thrived next to the lake

“miss. Y/N...” the person called out

because of the moonlight, all you could make out was a man with a muscular build and a pair of glowing dark red eyes

he reached out for you but you flinched

this man had incredible strength and was scared that if he touched you, you would become like the fish

he was hurt by your action but took his hand back, “there are dangerous creatures lurking in the waters.. please be careful.. miss Y/N..”

you couldn’t help but feel bad, he saved you but you can’t even bring yourself to even thank him

“um thank you!” you finally had the courage to get up to talk to him

that was when the moonlight hit his face and not his back, you could finally see his face

he had his own charming looks; despite of his physically and powers, he was pretty baby-faced and when he smiled back at you, you felt your heart skip a beat

“you’re welcome, miss Y/N.. my name is Jongho.. welcome to the Aurora estate..”

he walked alongside with you back into the castle but never said a word

sure, it was quiet.. but it wasn’t awkward

...

will you choose his story to find out more about him?

or will you continue the story to choose later?

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