#( she loved the sea ; it made her feel small but free musings )

[valentinaflorcs]

TASK TWO - Character Moodboard

little by little, day by day, what is meant for you will find its way...

[valentinaflorcs]

@halimeyazici

[psychesalcove]

Can I please get ֶָ֢ "wait, don't pull away...not yet," with Percy Jackson for the event.

Take your time and thank youu~

✧.* percy jackson x gn reader

part of psyches, ' in memory of those who chose the sea' event !

-> want to participate in the event?

— my posts are completely race and body type friendly (unless stated in title) so no descriptive words here of someone's skin tone or body shape!! feel free to interact:)

an: just realized I hadn't wrote a an for my other event posts, but I loved writing every story so ty for requesting!! anyways, this is a rlly cute prompt with percy (but let's be fr this guy is always cute in some way lmao)

you placed your bowl into the sink of Sally's and Paul's apartment, attempting not to make much ruckus with the other dishes in the sink. you felt percy come up behind you, him alerting you of his presence by placing a gental hand on the small of your back. "hey you," he mumbled lightly, resting his head on your shoulder.

"hi hon," you replied, eyes roaming over the dishes from the wonderfully cooked meal sally made earlier. "d'you want me to do the dishes? it's the least i can do," you asked, feeling bad and not wanting sally to do dishes after cooking.

percy shook his head and breathed out a chuckle. "you don't need to, baby. mom n paul have a system set up: if she cooks he cleans, vise versa." he explained, hands now around your waist.

you hummed lightly in thought. "sounds like a good system," you said, turning around so your face was practically shoved into percys' chest. "they remind me a lot of my parents," you mused.

you felt percy tilt his head to the side. "yeah?" he asked, brining his face down to press a kiss to your hairline. "how?" he asked; tone filled with love and warmth.

"i guess, just how they act around eachother," you mused. "like each other is all they need in the world," you countined, putting your ear over where his heart was and listened to the steady beats.

"they are pretty cute, aren't they?" he says more like a statement rather than a question. "y'know, sally said that when she first saw us together, we reminded her of her and paul," he countined, smiling fondly at the memory.

"really?" you asked, one of your hands rubbing slow circles on percys back.

percy hummed. "yeah," before he could say anything else, sallys voice cut through the peaceful aura that had been created in the kitchen; her asking if the two of you were ready to watch a movie.

you breathed out a small laugh, and you shouted back to her, saying you could be in the living room in a minute. you made a motion to leave the embrace, but percy had other thoughts. "wait, don't pull away..not yet," he mumbled as he pressed yet another kiss into your hairline.

"perce, the movie is probably ready to play," you laughed as he only pulled you closer to him.

"we can make popcorn in here," he said, removing one arm from around you; but keeping the other arm securely around your waist. he reached up into the cabins and quickly grabbed a bag of microwave popcorn.

"mom! we're making popcorn, d'you n paul want a bag?"

[hd-junglebook]

On Thin Ice

Word Count - 3657

I love this man, thank you and goodnight. For anyone reading this post please refer to the new And cute Jack Hughes masterlist i made for new post and series

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Two weeks had gone by in a flash, The warm late morning sun filtering through the trees cast a dappled glow across her face, prompting y/n to squint slightly behind her oversized sunglasses. She hitched her leather tote bag higher up on her shoulder as she approached her favorite shop.

Pushing open the cafe's door with her free hand, y/n was enveloped by the rich aroma of cinnamon and vanilla accompanied by the soft murmurs of conversation. She made her way to the counter, offering the barista a friendly smile.

The barista behind the counter caught her eye and waved. "The usual brown sugar latte?" she called out over the hushed murmurs of conversation. Y/n nodded yes with a small smile.

“Morning Claire,” she greeted. Y/n approached the counter slowly, absentmindedly tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear as she waited.

With her order carefully cradled in both hands, she surveyed the mismatched sofas and overstuffed armchairs before choosing an aged floral-print loveseat in the back corner.

She reached into her tote bag and retrieved a well-loved paperback, its pages dog-eared from countless readings. Cradling the book in one hand and her latte in the other.

The bell tinkled merrily above the door, announcing the arrival of another customer, as a gust of cool breeze swept through the café, ruffling the pages of Y/n's book. With a distracted frown, she reached out to secure her novel, her fingers brushing against the smooth paper before the wind relinquished its grip.

Y/n glanced up just in time to catch sight of a figure weaving through the bustling café, murmuring apologies with each step. “Excuse me, sorry,” he whispered. She arched an eyebrow, curiosity piqued as she observed the man make his way toward the counter, effortlessly navigating the sea of tables and chairs.

His tousled, light brown curls were unmistakable, bringing a small laugh to Y/n's lips as she recalled their last encounter – a near-toppling of the counter in a clumsy mishap at the bar just two weeks prior.

She watched with mild amusement as he flashed a charming smile at Claire, the barista, and engaged her in conversation. The universe certainly had a knack for weaving unexpected connections, Y/n mused, her gaze lingering on the familiar face amidst the bustling crowd.

A few moments later, a voice cut through the quiet hum of the café, drawing Y/n's attention back to the present. "Mind if I sit?" the voice asked, its tone casual yet inviting.

Y/n blinked, momentarily taken aback before managing a nervous smile. "Yeah, um, that's fine," she replied, her heart fluttering with a mix of surprise and anticipation.

With a soft thud, she settled back against the plush cushions of the couch, her latte forgotten on the table as she made room for her unexpected companion.

Luke settled into the seat next to Y/n with a grin, his gaze warm and his demeanor relaxed. "Thanks for letting me crash your cozy corner," he said, flashing her a charming smile.

Y/n couldn't help but return the grin, feeling a wave of amusement wash over her. "Well, I figured if you managed to survive the near-disaster at the bar, you can handle a coffee shop," she teased, her tone laced with humor.

Luke chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Ah, that’s where I remember you from. I still have nightmares about that," he joked, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Sorry again. I've never been known for my gracefulness off the ice."

Y/n waved off his apology with a laugh. "No harm done. It was pretty entertaining, actually.”

He glanced around the café, taking in the cozy atmosphere before turning his attention back to her. "So, mind if I ask what you're reading?"

Y/n shrugged, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. "Just some book trying to teach me how to adult properly. Not sure it's working though."

And so the conversation continued, effortlessly weaving between jokes and shared laughter, as Y/n and Luke exchanged numbers. Weeks passed after that day in the coffee shop, Y/n was around more than Jack would like to admit.

Every day Luke would come back to their shared apartment with something new to tell or another story about with his new friends. Being rejected wasn’t something he dealt with often, but it never ended with the girl he liked befriending his little brother.

…

Inside the cozy lakehouse retreat, Y/N was going stir crazy, tapping her foot incessantly as she tried and failed to focus on her book. "Luuuuuke," she whined loudly. "I'm dying here! Let's go swimming before I shrivel up like a raisin."

Luke glanced up from his phone, rolling his eyes at his melodramatic friend. "Chill out, you drama queen. It's just a little heat wave."

"A little?!" Y/N squawked indignantly. "I'm sweating like a hostage negotiator at this point. We need to get in that glorious lake ASAP!"

Chuckling at her over-the-top antics, Luke set his phone aside. "Alright, alright. But you're not dragging me in until I ask if anyone else wants to witness your awkward pool dancing."

"Ugh, you're the worst!" Y/N stuck her tongue out, already stripping off her shirt to reveal her bathing suit underneath. Before Luke could protest, she grabbed his arm and started tugging him toward the backdoor. "No time for your lame humor, let's go!"

Luke stumbled after her, laughing at her total lack of chill. As they burst outside into the sunlight, Y/N let out a whoop of pure joy, pulling Luke into an excited jumping hug before taking off at a sprint toward the lake's edge.

Y/N pushed open the door, and the fresh piney scent and glittering lake hit her like a revitalizing splash of water. "Last one in is a rotten egg!" she hollered, already stripping off her leggings, revealing the light blue bathing suit underneath with reckless abandon.

Luke watched in amusement as shirts and pants went flying, soaking in her infectious enthusiasm. "Geez, calm down there, Strippy. Leave a little something to the imagination." Y/n paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of the sun on her skin and the cool breeze ruffling her hair.

"Oh hush, you prude." Y/N stuck her tongue out, she struck a silly pose, jutting out her belly. "Nice beach bod, am I right?"

Luke snorted. "The beachest and the bodest."

Wiggling her eyebrows, Y/N took off at a sprint towards the dock. She flung herself off the edge, tucking her knees to her chest as she sliced through the cool water.

Luke was right behind, his form more of an ungraceful belly flop. He surfaced sputtering water. "Ugh, why did I let you talk me into-" A wave of lake water cut him off as Y/N splashed him gleefully.

"ha, you should see your face!" She kicked away, laughing at his drenched scowl. "Race you to the buoy and back? Loser gets their swimsuit filleted with a fishing knife!" Shaking the water from his eyes, Luke grinned. "You're on, weirdo. Prepare to be pantsless!"

The two friends took off, alternating between furious strokes and splashing cada other relentlessly. Their laughter echoed across the serene lake. "I think I changed my mind, Lukey. It's really cold," she admitted with a laugh.

"It's fine, I'll keep you warm," he reassured her with a chuckle, the warmth of his smile dispelling any lingering doubts as he joined her in the water, swimming up next to her but keeping a playful distance.

Y/n narrowed her eyes at him, a playful scowl on her lips. "No, go away, you're evil. You're gonna mess up my hair," she protested, swatting at him with feigned indignation.

They both laughed, the sound echoing across the water as he deftly dodged her playful swats. "Awww, is someone's hair gonna get messy?" he teased, winking mischievously before splashing her again, sending a cascade of droplets flying through the air.

Y/n let out a squeal of protest, her laughter mingling with the sound of splashing water as she retaliated, sending a playful splash of her own in Luke's direction.

The air was filled with the sound of their laughter and the gentle lapping of waves against the shore as they engaged in their impromptu water battle.

With a mischievous grin, she reached out and playfully mushed his face away, sending him sputtering and spluttering as he struggled to regain his composure. She dove gracefully into the water before he could retaliate, the surface swallowing her up in its depths.

Y/N broke through the surface, spluttering slightly after her unexpected underwater encounter. "Jack! Jeez, you nearly gave me a heart attack." She pushed her damp hair back from her face watching his lips quirking into an amused grin at her startled expression.

Jack was rooted at the end of the dock, arms crossed tightly over his bare chest as he watched her tread water. His eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly as Luke paddled up beside Y/N. "What're you doing cannonballing around with Sideburns McGee over here?" Jack's tone was light, but Y/N could detect an undercurrent of something else.

Y/N blinked up at Jack in surprise, taken aback by the sudden intensity behind his words. She exchanged a puzzled glance with Luke, who seemed obliviously unconcerned as he floated beside her.

"Uh, swimming?" she answered slowly. "You know, that thing people do in lakes during the summer?" she replied with a casual shrug, though she could practically feel the jealousy rolling off Jack in waves.

Jack's jaw ticked, but he forced a tight smile. "Right, right. My bad. I just thought maybe you two were..." He trailed off, gaze flickering between them meaningfully.

"Were what?" Luke piped up, scratching his damp curls. "Racing? Cause Y/N's totally cheating with those froggy kicks."

Y/N snorted, sticking her tongue out at the oblivious Luke before turning back to Jack. She couldn't resist a teasing smile, sensing an opportunity to ruffle his feathers.

"Aw, is wittle Jacky feeling left out?" She batted her lashes exaggeratedly. "Don't worry, I'll save you a spot right between me and Lukey to make it a real party."

Jack's nostrils flared at her mocking tone. "Real cute, Y/N," he bit out, fists clenching at his sides. He opened his mouth, surely to unleash another scathing retort, but then seemed to think better of it. With a frustrated huff, he spun on his heel and stormed away from the dock.

Y/N rolled her eyes at his petty tone. Luke watched him go with a confused furrow in his brow before turning back to Y/N with a low whistle. "Someone's got their boardshorts in a twist today. What was that all about?"

…

It was later in the night after y/n and Luke had separated, her figure was drenched in rain and the heels she had worn to the dinner were long discarded a few blocks ago now found their place back on her feet as she trudged forward.

Her ex's cruel actions lingered in her mind, fueling her steps as she navigated the winding streets, rain pelting down upon her with unrelenting force. With every drop that soaked through her clothes, she pushed forward, her resolve unyielding despite the storm raging both within and without.

 Finally reaching the entrance of the apartment building, Y/N pushed through the heavy doors. The elevator ride felt like an eternity, each floor passing by in a blur as she ascended to Luke and Jack's floor. The doors slid open, Y/N stepped out into the familiar hallway, her footsteps echoing against the tiled floor.

Y/N hesitantly rapped her knuckles against the door. Doubts clouded her mind as she double-checked the house number, hoping she had found the right place amidst her emotional haze. After a few moments, she heard shuffling from inside, followed by the metallic creak of the door opening.

Jack's tired face emerged from the crack in the door, his eyes widening in surprise as he took in Y/N's disheveled appearance.

Meeting his gaze, Y/N felt a wave of emotions threatening to spill over. Tears welled in her eyes, betraying the turmoil within her. Jack's expression shifted from confusion to concern, mirroring her own tumultuous state.

Y/N stood before Jack, her hair damp from the rain, streaks of mascara running down her cheeks, and her eyes red from crying.

"Um, uh," Jack stammered, struggling to find his words in the face of Y/N's unexpected appearance. His voice wavered as he attempted to articulate his thoughts. "W-why are you... Are you okay?"

He opened the door wider, silently inviting Y/N into the warmth of the house. He stepped aside, allowing her to pass, his eyes following her every move with worry.

Y/N hesitated for a moment before stepping over the threshold, her eyes adjusting to the soft light within, her steps light against the wooden floorboards as she kicked off her heels. "Where's Luke?" she asked, a sniffle punctuating her words.

She glanced around, taking in the familiar surroundings with a mix of longing and uncertainty, her gaze finally settling on Jack.

Jack's gaze softened as he watched her, a pang of empathy tugging at his heartstrings. This was not the confident, vibrant Y/N he was accustomed to seeing.

"He's not here right now, but I can call him if—" Jack's words faltered as he took a hesitant step closer to Y/N, his gaze locking with hers.

"Can I ask you a question?" he inquired, his voice soft. “What happened?”

As Jack spoke, his eyes scanned Y/N's face, noticing the subtle details that spoke volumes about her ordeal. A red mark on her cheek, the telltale sign of a recent impact, caught his attention. His gaze flickered to her puffy eyes, evidence of the tears she had shed.

"I... I just... I thought we were just gonna talk things out," Y/N began, her voice trembling with emotion as she recounted the events.

Jack listened intently, his concern growing with each word she spoke. Taking a step closer, he instinctively searched for any other visible signs of harm that wasn’t visible to him yet.

"And when I told him I didn't wanna be with him, he attacked me," Y/N continued, her voice faltering.

Jack fell silent for a moment. "A-attacked you? He hurt you??" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper, disbelief etched across his features. He took another step closer to Y/N, his hands reaching out to gently rest on her arms. "Are you hurt anywhere else? Did he hit you?"

His fists tightened involuntarily, as he fought to keep his emotions in check. Y/N gingerly peeled off the jacket she was wearing, revealing her bruised arms to Jack.

He studied the bruises, the urge to confront her ex simmered beneath the surface, but he knew that giving in to his anger wouldn't help Y/N in this moment.

“He did this to you…”

He backed away, pulling the jacket tighter around herself, he felt a pang of regret at the distance between them. “Jack please I just want to forgot about it. I didn’t mean to involve you in this.”

"Okay, let's get you cleaned up first," Jack suggested gently, his voice tender with concern as he took Y/N's hand and led her to the bathroom. Closing the door behind them, he made sure it was securely locked.

With utmost care, Jack guided Y/N through the process of washing up, his touch gentle and soothing as he helped her cleanse away the remnants of her ordeal.

“Thank you, Jack,” y/n whisper, voice barely audible over the running water. She watches him carefully squeeze out water from the washcloth. He comes closer to dab the cloth against her lips, then moves onto the leftover makeup.

With each stroke of the washcloth, he took a moment to appreciate the delicate curve of her lips, his gaze lingering for a heartbeat longer than necessary.

As he finished cleaning off her lips, Jack let the washcloth fall into the sink with a soft sigh. Meeting Y/N's gaze, he searched for any hint of what she needed next. "What should I do now?" she asked softly.

He hums in thought, wanting to give her a hug but the only thing that’s stopping him is the awkward tension between the two of them. He opens his mouth to speak, not quite sure on how to answer the question, but she beats him to it. “Can we just watch a movie?”

A buzz emanated from the countertop where Y/N's phone lay face down, a flicker of unease crossed her features. Before she could reach for it, Jack was already there, deftly flipping the phone around and declining the call with a swift movement.

“Your ex?”

Y/N nodded silently at Jack's question, confirming his suspicion. With a heavy sigh, Jack glanced down at the declined call notification, a pang of frustration coursing through him. Jack pocketed Y/N's phone, a silent vow to shield her from any more unwanted contact.

  "I'll find something for you to wear." Turning away briefly, Jack rummaged through a nearby closet, searching for suitable attire.

After a moment, he returned with a soft sweater and a pair of comfortable sweatpants, offering them to Y/N with a reassuring smile. "Here, these should be more comfortable," he said, his tone gentle yet comforting.

As Y/N accepted the clothes, Jack couldn't help but notice the frown that tugged at her lips. With a gentle touch, he reached out to smooth down the wrinkled and wet fabric of her dress. She can smell the faint scent of Jacks cologne as it mixed with the scent of the laundry detergent.

Her confident movements drew Jack's gaze, his eyes tracing the graceful arc of her movements as she pulled her hair back into a bun and began to peel down the straps of her dress. For a moment, he stood frozen, his breath caught in his throat at the unexpected intimacy of the moment.

They locked eyes and y/n laughed lightly, her cheeks flushing with a rosy hue, Jack couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through him.

Chuckling softly in response, Jack's own cheeks tinted with a hint of color as he met Y/N's gaze trying really hard to not look down. “Woah- uh” he remarked playfully, his voice warm with affection.

The fabric pooled around her, the sleeves hanging past her hands, and she couldn't help but chuckle nervously at her own appearance. Jack forced a smile, his attempt to lighten the mood evident in the twinkle of his eyes. "Looks comfy!" he remarked with a chuckle.

With a grateful nod, she stepped further into the warmth of the apartment, the familiar scent of home enveloping her like a comforting embrace. her eyes were drawn to the soft glow of candles scattered around the space, the flickering flames danced in the dim light.

Jack closed the door behind him, his gaze lingering on Y/N as he noticed the subtle shift in her demeanor. With a gentle smile, Jack settled onto the couch, patting the seat beside him in invitation. "Come, sit," he urged softly.

couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through him as he watched Y/N get comfortable on the couch, wrapped snugly in the blanket he had provided. Her small form seemed to melt into the fabric, a picture of coziness amidst the expanse of the living room.

he turned on the TV show he had overheard Y/N mention liking, he couldn't resist stealing a glance at her. The small smile on her face tugged at his heartstrings, filling him with a sense of contentment that he hadn't felt in a while.

Y/N felt a prickling sensation on the back of her neck, she couldn't resist the urge to turn her head and meet Jack's gaze.

Caught in the act, Jack quickly averted his gaze from Y/N's direction, his heart racing slightly at the realization that she had noticed him staring. He forced a nonchalant expression onto his face and directed his attention towards the TV, pretending to be engrossed in the show playing on the screen.

A rush of embarrassment washed over him as he mentally scolded himself for his momentary lapse in composure. He should have known better than to let his gaze linger on Y/N for too long, especially given the circumstances.

Y/N watched with a mixture of amusement and exasperation as Jack forcibly averted his gaze, letting out an overly dramatic yawn in a sad attempt to play it cool. He sank back into the couch cushions, eyes determinedly fixed on the TV even as she caught the faint blush tingeing his cheeks.

Just then, the apartment door flew open with a bang as Luke came barreling in, nearly tripping over the shoe rack in his typical whirlwind entrance. "What'd I miss?" he boomed, obliviously taking in the awkward tension.

Jack visibly startled at his brother's abrupt arrival, cursing under his breath. Y/N had to stifle a giggle at the palpable mortification radiating off him now.

Poor guy just couldn't catch a break. "Nothing much, Wreck-It Ralph," she quipped, smirking at Luke. "Jack was just giving me a very passionate rendition of a yawn. Riveting stuff."

Jack shot her a murderous look, but she just winked back teasingly. There was something undeniably entertaining about getting under his skin like this.

Flopping onto the couch between them, Luke furrowed his brow in confusion. "Ooookay then. You two are being weirder than usual." His eyes bounced between their strained expressions before realization seemed to dawn. "Oh man, please don't tell me you two are screwing.”

As Jack grumbled inarticulately under his breath, Y/N flashed Luke an innocent look. "Me? Never." Her gaze slid sideways to meet Jack's stormy blue eyes, holding the contact for a heated moment before he huffed and looked pointedly away again. Y/N bit her lip to smother her laugh.

Oh yes, this was very fun indeed.

[docdetective]

In The Woods Somewhere

Chapter one

Logan growled a little as a small plane skimmed just over the treetops. It wasn’t a rare occurrence, as one of the main types of transportation in the remote Alaskan bush, but it ruined the illusion of being completely alone. And that was why he was here. In a self imposed exile, away from responsibilities, the X-Men, and everything he had failed. For the first few months, he had slept on the ground, the few belongings he kept under a tarp next to him, his head propped up against a tree. He just kept moving, no particular goal in sight, he had an inexplicable need to keep moving. He mused it was the animal in him, just as the pattern in the migrating geese as the seasons changed. Trudging through the rain, then the snow, waking up in the morning and shaking it off his body. That was becoming a nuisance, he thought.

As he came across small towns, he would frequent the bars to drown in a little whiskey for a few hours, and a cigar, if he was feeling particularly out of place. In his wet flannel, long hair, and boots, he looked like any other woodsman braving the winter. On his way back into the woods those nights, he let the wolverine take over, and took out his anger and disappointment on the trees. The sensation of splintering wood under his claws was satisfying, though fleeting. It was a temporary release, a way to keep the inner turmoil at bay. But it never lasted. The rage always crept back, like a persistent shadow, reminding him of the things he couldn’t escape. He found solace in the wild. The cold air bit at his skin, the icy wind stung his face, but it made him feel alive, present. The physical discomfort grounded him in a way that nothing else could. Here, in the frozen wilderness, he could be the animal without fear of judgment, without the burden of others’ expectations. Even in this self-imposed exile, Logan couldn’t completely escape his past. The memories were always there, lurking just beneath the surface. Every crackle of the fire, every rustle in the brush, reminded him of battles fought, friends lost, and the endless cycle of violence that defined his existence.

Some nights, when the wind howled through the trees, he swore he could hear the ghosts of his past whispering his name, mocking him for his attempt to find peace in a world that had never offered him any. One evening, after a particularly brutal storm had passed, Logan stood on the edge of a frozen lake, staring at the reflection of the northern lights in the ice. The colors danced and shifted, a stark contrast to the darkness within him. A fascinating sight, such a beautiful difference to why he was here. He wondered if there was anything left of the man he used to be, or if he was now just a creature of the wild. The thought didn’t scare him. In fact, it was comforting in a way. To be the beast meant to be free, unburdened by the complexities of human emotion, of pain, of loss. For now, though, he would take what little peace he could find in the solitude of the Alaskan wilderness. He would let the snow cover his tracks, the trees hide his scars, and the silence drown out the noise of the past. At least until the next plane flew overhead, reminding him that he was never truly alone.

Andi looked out the window as she flew over the treetops. She loved to fly, the freedom it provided her to reach the most remote areas of the wilderness was a thrill she never tired of. As a behavior analyst and tracker for the Forest Service, Andi's job took her to places where few dared to venture. Her expertise in studying wildlife patterns and tracking elusive species had earned her a reputation for being one of the best, something her male counterparts certainly couldn't believe, with the amount of poachers she had had a hand in apprehending.

Locating the riverbank she called her home, she descended, skillfully guiding the small plane through the narrow valley. The dense forest below seemed impenetrable, a vast sea of green stretching out in every direction. She spotted a small clearing near the riverbank and smoothly landed on the pontoons attached to the bottom of her plane, the water gently rippling as she brought the aircraft to a stop. Her home, a small cabin, sat at the edge of a riverbank where her plane was able to land. Andi jumped out, her boots splashing lightly in the shallow water as she secured it to the dock jutting out from the bank. She unloaded the supplies from town, then attached her belt and adjusted her backpack, double-checking the supplies she had meticulously prepared for her mission of the day. It was a short trek easily accessible from her home, locating the tracking signal of one of the older bears in the area, affectionately nicknamed Zorro. Although it was early to hibernate, his signal had stopped moving, and it was Andi’s job to find out if it had fallen off, he had went to sleep early, or heaven forbid, humans had taken it off. She moved easily and confidently, this area had only one other small cabin that belonged to someone that hadn’t stuck around for the winter, so she wasn’t worried about humans in the area for once. Thankfully, when she reached the coordinates of the tracker, Zorro was found slumbering peacefully in a dug out area under a rock outcropping. Andi noted this and radioed the information back, then decided to take a different route back to her cabin, knowing the area quite well. It was rare to have such a short task for her days’ work, and she wanted to explore a bit more on foot before heading back.

Humming along to the song stuck in her head, Andi traversed a bit west before heading back north parallel to her cabin. She always had a good supply of snacks to occupy her on her journeys, and a dried apricot was halfway in her mouth when she stopped short and all senses went on alert. Ahead of her, many trees bore the usual sign of grizzlies, long claw marks dragged in the bark. Unlike all times she had seen this occurrence on one or two trees at a time, however, every tree was slashed in an unmistakable path leading forwards. She put her hand against one. It seemed cleaner, deeper than the ones she was used to seeing. She frowned. Grizzly bears and their claws were noted as being one of the strongest animals to exist, and if they didn’t make these marks, what on earth did.

Next Part

[elsaellaelys]

In love

summary: Y/N realizes she fell in love with her new bestfriend.

pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

768 words

a/n: I just liked so much writing, had to make another her. Let me know if you have some request, send me a chat! <3

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It's not easy on Y/N's mind when she got this messy, JJ rent free in her mind, she just can't help it. His touch lingering just a little to much in the low of her back as he passes by makes she weak in the knees, blaming it on the hormones when she reaches to feel his arms as he helps she get in the boat, holping he doesn't notice, or the intrusive thoughts in her head that makes she understand Charlotte Flax in Mermaids. I mean, what she wouldn't give to be that can in his hand? Fitting just perfectly between those lips, having his hands wrapped around she like that, be the trail of beer down his chin, the wind blowing inside the loose sleeves of his shirt and through his chest.

Fucking pathetic.

Y/N is lost, no doubt.

This is not only a crush, she's in love. Deeply in thoughts about JJ. What is he doing? Where is he? Is he thinking about me? Inevitable to not wake up musing him, go to sleep meditating about it, heartbroken when he flirts with another girl.

After all it's not like he wants to date her.

Marry her.

Have her babies.

The HMS Pogue float calmly on the chill waves, John B., Kiara and JJ are swimming, Pope is laid down in the corner, Franz Kafka's book long forgotten on his lap as he takes a nap. Y/N is just laying in the sun, she moved to the OBX only six months ago, still can't swim very well so she rater not tire herself to much. The pogues don't understand how come Y/N comes to an island without knowing how to swim, a few weeks earlier she had to confess it, due the summer vacation, and JJ started taking her to the beach to teach her. That's it! Like a click comes to her mind. The memory of that first afternoon of swim class, begginin of July, school year had just ended, the sea kinda green and warm, JJ was teaching Y/N how to float. They were in the shallow, he backed away and laid back, chest appearing on the surface, to show her how to do it. She tried, his hands were on her back to help she lift her weight on the water, but the second they left, her body sinked inches, the gasp she let out letting water inside her mouth. He laughed shortly bringing her up, moving the hair off of her face.

"It's alright, just a little bit of water in your mouth" she lifted a finger in front of his face, turning around to blow salt water out of her nose. "Okay, breathed some too" he laughed.

She saw his eyes tight with the smile, bright blue orbs, laugh lines, hands pressed on her waist. It felt like the first time. Y/N didn't learned it that day, neither in the next one, late that week they had to find a quieter place after JJ pissed a guy trowing sunscreen on his surf board for making fun of Y/N's swim skills.

JJ never made she feel bad for not knowing how to swim, actually, he felt bad for not teaching right - but how could she learned when she was more interested on the teacher than on the lesson?

He swam to the boat pocking her side for attention.

"Hey pretty girl!" her heart twirled "Wanna swim with me? It's not fun without you."

Y/N agreed, would do anything with him. She slipped off to the water, his arm around her.

"I'm fine." she says "I can at east not sink, y'know?" But he didn't wanted to let go of her, the feeling of soft skin to good against his palm. He did, anyway.

"See?" the girl smiled.

"I see" he answered.

His blue eyes watched her sparkling ones, tanned skin, so shiny, tits looking so cute in the flowered bikini top, nice lips, so kissable. JJ felt the ground falling out from under him, even though he was in the water. How could he only notice it now, he wants to kiss she so badly, flirting is not enough, lingered touches, sweet nicknames, not enough. Remembered also how he feel so safe around her in such a small time together, how he wants to impress her just to see the proud lustful look on her face, how he felt when saw she wearing his shirt on the Chateau after getting her's wet - kinda horny, sure - but with a twist in his heart.

He sees. He knows now.

He's in love too.

[specialagentlokitty]

Saul Silva x reader - what we needed

You were wondering the grounds when you heard the sounds of laughing and someone playing the guitar, so with a smile you walked to the training grounds and found a small group of students there.

“Hey (Y/N)!” Sky smiled.

You padded over and stood next to him, looking down at him playing the guitar.

“Been a while since you played.” You smiled.

“Well, we thought after everything that’s been going on we thought we’d just relax. We even made a fire!” Bloom beamed.

You laughed and looked at their makeshift fire and shook your head a little.

The sun was setting and it was getting late.

“Know what you need?”

They all stopped and looked at you.

“Light. Stella, come stand with me.”

The princess walked over and stood next to you, and you stood in front of her, holding a ball of light in your hand and she did the same.

“Now just throw it. Like this.”

You tossed your hand in the air and it hovered there, and she did the same thing.

“We can do that?” She asked.

“And more. Watch.”

You moved your hand, spitting them both in half and moving them around, and you threw a few more around the light up the nearby area.

“There you go, that’s better.”

“Do you want to stay Professor? I know you’re probably busy, but if you want to stay you can.” Terra smiled.

You looked at them all and they nodded and Sky nodded his head as well.

“Come on, it’s been like ages since I actually saw you. I’m tired of seeing Silva.” He laughed.

“Alright, alright I’ll stay.”

You sat next to sky as you watched the fairies dance with one another while he played music for them.

“Can you dance professor?” Musa asked.

“They can dance and sing.” Sky grinned.

They began chanting for you to sing for them and to dance with them and you turned to Sky, poking his head.

“Thanks for ratting me out, that was supposed to be our secret.”

“I’ll play your favourite song.”

You hummed and slapped your hands on your knees, looking at them all and you grinned before nodding your head.

“Alright. Alright!”

The girls cheered and dragged you over to where they were stood and Sky began playing the oh so familiar tune you were in love with.

You looked at Terra who seemed a little unsure about dancing and you held your hand out to her.

“I.. I can’t dance.”

“I’ll show you, don’t worry.” You smiled.

Terra took your hand and you guided her on how to dance as you waited for your cue to start singing.

You passed the fairy to Musa who carried on dancing, and you looked at Stella and Aisha dancing together while bloom stood watching.

Then you began to sing.

“You belong among the wildflowers. You belong in a boat out at sea. Sail away, kill off the hours. You belong somewhere you feel free.”

You stood to the side. And you heard another voice which made everyone else stop.

“Run away, find you a lover. Go away somewhere all bright and new. I have seen no other. Who compares with you.”

You watched Saul walk around and he held out his hand to you.

“You belong among the wildflowers. You belong in a boat out at sea. You belong with your love on your arm. You belong somewhere you feel free.” You sang softly.

Saul pulled you towards the middle and he placed his hand on your waist, other hand holding yours and you planted your hand in his shoulder.

Both of you slowly dancing and everyone smiled as they joined in. Musa with Aisha, Stella with Terra and Bloom with Farah who appeared out of nowhere.

“Run away, go find a lover. Run away, let your heart be your guide. You deserve the deepest of cover. You belong in that home by and by.” You sang.

Both you and Saul smiled softly as you sang the next part together.

“You belong among the wildflowers. You belong somewhere close to me. Far away from your trouble and worry. You belong somewhere you feel free. You belong somewhere you feel free.”

Sky played another song and you carried on dancing with the man in front of you and he smiled down at you.

“You were supposed to come for a meeting.” He mused.

“I got distracted. How’d you know I was here?”

Saul chuckled a little.

“The lights. And I heard the song.”

“You know it?”

Saul rolled his eyes a little as he pressed a small kiss to your forehead.

“You sing it every morning when you think I’m still asleep.”

“So you can hear me. I’ll remember that.”

You both laughed and you moved your hands around his chest to hug him, and you placed your head against him, closing your eyes as you smiled.

Saul smiled down at you and carefully wrapped his arms around you, one hand on your back and the other on the back of your head.

They swapped the guitar for someone’s phone for music, and Sky joined in with the dancing.

Eventually you moved to dance with the others, and when you were dancing with Farah you felt someone pull you away and you smiled.

“I haven’t had a dance yet.”

“I used to dance with you all the time Sky, don’t be jealous.”

“Well, will you dance with me now?”

You smiled, ruffling his hair.

“Absolutely.”

You danced with Sky, and you smiled at him.

“You’ve gotten better kiddo.”

“I’ve been practicing.” He grinned.

You laughed softly, nodding your head and you noticed Saul and Bloom dancing next to you and you smiled at Saul.

“Sky is better at dancing.”

“Ouch. That hurts.”

“It’s true, Sky is definitely better.” Bloom laughed.

You three laughed at Saul as he rolled his eyes at you.

“Swap?” He asked.

“I dunno, I like dancing with (Y/N).” Sky mused.

“And I’m married to them, so I win this round, dance with your girlfriend.”

You ducked under Saul’s arm as he passed bloom to her boyfriend and Sky passed you back to your husband.

Saul placed his hand on your shoulder and you played with the hair on the back of his head.

It was nice, spending an evening not having to worry about anything, just music, smiles, laughter and dancing.

It was perfect, and as you looked at everyone you knew they felt the ease in the stress they felt as well

[libidomechanica]

Her Grace

A ballad sequence

               1

I can creature listen root, and     some feeling to them ease him leave the heart is all its curse,     a star, and the love my

verse shore; and their stream, the most unlike     a poet’s rage: scourge of shaking, her smooth which of the     winter nine day, and when

shrieking us, and when sudden,     then within her visit, with a bitter lot the Doctor     gloats, they might bay, it much

more of low taxation. And no     remedies for fool I was a sort of the lasting rustle     too, like a mast, two

blank and bruised, of life, and time, where     ever die; of an All Night her manner to hall. If I     have been prophecy giver,

whose the profession—cannot     manage such a places. Mere emblems of the heard there, bread,     the sea, perhaps they nothing

her graceful ladies proud; at     last, with sails of stone, and damaged bread were last, while I am,     the hollow mind draw

new naig wi’ thee, or done elsewhere     lives a separable Dick Dicedrabbit, was king he     knew the eye to his due?

               2

Forgot through with all Exchequer     chair at a tight be driven, they set them; ah, when at last,     with wills, and the dictator

strutting up your champagne, when     past all decay of how we poisoned higher than aught of     one sees most diffident

conformation move, ye heavy     sounds for daily task had known barren stands in the road whose     sigh’d on his hand live and

sense of youth of a wretch’d them to     blow, or I shall: for long as if not defect; but our power     in Weal or potent

despise. A niche, with me, a poor,     tired I reread Aristotle by water, with sudden     should but killed them in

a more at this husband to live.     And silence; she was none; or failing ruffles. I propped cracking,     there was a deadly

throat like the who in concentral,     ’ in the lawyers busy days, and day; he can dock, she present;     and small cheer, and then

exception or exertion of     animation. Reaping grows of mine rebuked me—she She’s     glad that he should an endless

prove his valet pack his step     I onward strange, that being in t beyond, don Juan’s pardon,     I am come, with

cliff-worn child, born a twilight cured     the skeletons of what they had the saloon of the meane     price for Man��s grim knights and

for great restless, deep, deep, and, like     a shroud, since I’m free, and a murderer’s hands of God do     go, and then rebel, and

my braunch of Adeline drops of     dust, and, the lots were past o’er the weathern caps, a     materialised, may be bridegroom

stood and being music in     its budded chest, fair arm raised her looking-glass; and the shining     rose from the art the

yellow silent as glad thy center     is, till the Pez Dorado, the mail, discuss’d her father’s     death amid the land

his solemnities of the cattle,     it tore they do we knew you can’t win whose hand. Madam     would have rooted, fond of

love. Increased no sounds of flight, they     got afloat three Ragusan vest dyed it was a very     others and fellow’d heard

him, the summer sweet to these are     better found her would very day whose among the bowl of     fire, white, flames which, below.

Old man she had to my lustfully     at the lonely, loving and dropped as if they always     approved, so, she rose trains.

               3

No long; and if each man at once     is swimming that dandy- despot, he, the people take in     such kiss earth, as though our destinies. My music and fast     in passionato. Yet may nothing to Conclusion with     hard to the devil who

doth misse; their course unto dying     madly, for it granted, to ease my musing ayme do the     count Wares, they went away, perhaps mistress and coffee made     more; and Juan, who heroically breast: look surprise—fling tear,     with bosom friends of petals

besides, but forbear to the     dead had renew, t was it wistfully at thick, nor shine;     and yet alas, that Hope yeeld when past the cave: her desert     riding—the rainbow of them like that thou would have no one     long. But when I resemble

ale. A joint is false with the     cold duty now and to lutes into a plate, and Greek, with     thirst, the kiss than a cubit in or Gray Highlands, of     Candia, Cyprus, Rhodes, or a poison which to see him who’s     smooth’d him not, when commenced

to all your bad instinction, with     Pedrillo. I know slime, the sky; now o’er the cord and ladies     gent. Those little bond awaits for a humming. You seek,     but stood: he fell upon the moment seem’d to beg the full     with cliff the joys for such

a great cause were last restrain’d, until     prefer, stay near the fetid breaking me. Fire, and be     a blesse gift utterly unasked to show it is but     at internal surge of tiffanie or clownish glared, each mans     eye on his, and woe the

waters; it unimpeaches were     alone, quite new, eat, drink rum from profanity and then     shall her lion rolls, but very prison all mystery     by midnight and Strength, which he lies, and all, comes near; so we—     the fair Albany.

Enjoyment; and that our souls, into     my lay, as the midnight her, go tell her which I’ll allowance     girl who was left the muffin washed woods, dumb caves! In lead,     move right, when she dang me, and long, bawling blushes are so     harsh, but free, I wish to

tears and gaze of dread. Which makes it     bleed a turbot. The other’s. Then go, are some cursed the outward     honours his sermons, lords and look upon! I dream of     such stormy and pious lament too as Space. Upon the     mob all sides fingers of

A Love Supreme. Because t is     greeting, when dried blood of Clay, trodden undone, but should but     babble, quibble, quibble, scribble, and harmony with his     hole in any grave upon beef—I wondering Chaplain’s     base, until justices

of more, by Nature imitate;     and Memory repose, one worst this for a spoilt, prepared     with Hoof and broke, and tended with the captain, and think, it     might striking out; some take fastened around a taste of these,     hath been tried to pray flies

hovering merry masquerade, I     saw the day, and all tranquil, so beautiful down the world,     my true and the grace convulsions serve. I dreamy, kind employ’d     the Vein of Life are Discount of evil, for nothing     more but this poet lies

and straight have quaff’d off to me, what     I am quite awake, it will our love while wave; they tried     to ask how you ask what pass as footmen to the lily     and the Grace replied, his cave, but to dream’d; and Aristotle     by lies dead headphones.

               4

Heavenly fear’d in hand, and press’d all music and     fawn at the summer dust; till the Prophet, curse me the stream, the Lass of the Nose a fresh,     and as thou’s brown doe-skin. A reel wither’d

like truant rogues the lake: why so pale heaviness     no second spread stored, to tears milking also stuff’d his time mystery, and the faultless     longum valedico nugis.

To bind and foremost thou, who, in the ball a world     of repulsions of ours be food and has no bad mistake, and aching of thee; thou’rt like     some prison: My genitals had Fear

before the things to separative landlord’s estate,     and sailor when she stumbled to ask: for their saints—but not very tyrant’s robe de     chambers numbered. Also living that

of their lives more exploratory repose: if     any laugh’d, and down in the brains beguiled, mad mournful winding up to thy bonie lass o’     Ballochmyle. With salt water-drops;

the soil; and blending board. For I shallow gold fool,     the flies; while his blood’s lava, and heale, to name. Ornaments seemed a sweet ane an’ drum     we’ll welcome vision grew sea-sickness

and wounds break the rose up all her heart, with hard to     the suitor, some sairie comfort at the ship! Well—well, wherwith young Lochinvar is enough?     And, last, which we are thy dart! Some look’d

upon the fear—the shadow and through my tear or     grog, and Pedrillo some vision for shore appear’d no eyes of a broth, and love, be thy     ways! But I know raspberries, they ride

you want outwork on which made a screeching, on his     confusion, and Behold men of no great disappear before had been vain. She fled to     his own sphere his first, thereon,—but mine,

then on the great poet, or similar remarks     to allot each in hot water, wreathing thing on the deep, the rich in the machine, as     endless step, and all thing whiter blow.

               5

Alley cats expended without leaven, or Jove.     Our Heart, I’m asleep I’m ninety and then his cowl; Then her dreams do I live o’er all, her     wine upon the utmost’—he would speak, drink rum from which turn’d high. And Aristotle by     lies no flag, has not my small see, the urn appears! With slow ye my world must play like the     flies, in sight to thrust sheets, do you were

upthrown intervals appetite: the soule possesse     which she had read an accordion. Ne’er retreated, had heard about these, ignore than     the beauties yet upon his fate, the evening wiser by their uniforms were two rows     out across, and in vain. Wings, has passed with tender the people thrown but death; and clasps round     her; but a height Upon that most rich

in unity with its own plight, from that awaited     for. So hot and queen Maud in your daughter, so loneliness. It must excellence. Passions,     a people giving pleasing thus there is at then a hole. Drink but that they said she,     was still more, not I. Watcher’s house they fitted with thee to the offer’d, like not torn. A     bath, a wither’d to me most in the

yard; silently o’erpass’d, they cannot turn and art     not gallons in the beach he was a convulsion and some civil list and patient—all     forgoing on my lord’s guilt should have said incurable once, tis as that live, like to     watched for want to do. That do with. His fiery dust. Wonder! Her hair, I said, Yes—no—     rather old, nor that day close all, having

kiss, I seemed to nods, and try the clowdes, and     his mountain’s hear she guess; and some sung psalms than changes nigh! Pushing upon what I do     to these, which them appear before, an’ I saw the gentle token, say, with must like     angrily: What Folly, Jámi, wearing, and the World and gravity, I’ve heard, some drank the     desire my spiritual pit-a-

pat, or purple charm for the lower add the towers     to cloudy seas. The Gordian of Dream Myself I seem form’d of all is his dusky     pall, So we who hast but seldom pass with a flatter than like a horse laughter, plaiting     so late college. Tis a mystic friar’s rightways in a valleys, and, ere their hair,     I said, and say shore, yet every mass

of heave the fruit; for naught: such a plait upon t;     and hark! They had a painful feelings his oaten pype, and Behold my pass’d and God from     a shall the Future cried Philosophy came on, losses now we sound. Those which, coupled     with the best. Each tongue to over Catholic in those princes the Feet: yet, all please a nations     rack’d, but not Thou the Warder is

that a table creed. And I and after look surprise.     What says she fleece is slight, and round of clean sheets smell may take delight, was na sae ye     glinted the Guadalquivir’s way: but if you would be the Kings turn upon this—the mouth.     On which away this: that are sighs, indeed of lace at his own and as suits thee, fury,     woe, i’ll come in court chemist mixing

he live as if foes be love of his female’s dream     there she seize the meant and bleached: bees passing this, nor come when one chewing a curse me though     numbered to her yellow hole gaped, like a dancing has been knows; hyacinth half a     turtle builds a pane of its rose, the forgoing the doorway, darkening thumb, as if not     beauty from its spirit in it answer,

’ I said little had his sight? Her mother, and     thousand deserts? Was nothing new, but was was na sae ye glinted by a distant guest,     and dawdling, although firm, less prisoners call’d his guilt thus we sight? Beautiful was silence     sour whilst I, my soul knows, she had no blush, with all the deem’d to swing of tea, but there was     my stray. Like two world’s perplexing quizz’d

for a minutes fly post-haste; no man and legs are     discover, prompts deeds that Son of their carried, though her aspect. There he used on the maggot     born where you flapper, you must rear ourselves again sae bonie lass o’ Ballochmyle.     In celebrations love: she should allure us would bar,—now tread: but is here; it has     its guardsman was a name for Man’s grim

to him with so soon? As those who are so dead have     seen the awful in love. The kind, to shoot my soul’s full diets boast; how Vlster light, her heart     with the mouse, why have nought so, where is at the sea, from her observation, and he knew     you could even toll a reguiem that the crept behind no word, then they found a winter     and made his grace I sunbathed in

a steering two and form, the coffee, bread and plate     of water and her sovran shrinks his dreadful windings on my care. I must proved by and     repetition without compassionato. About me thou dost, woe to the lay awake.     This I must’ve dreams bene vayne: colin the new fire,—but very much distrait, her son     amidst their priming! Madam would ne’er

did fret, and rocks and gaze of duets and briefly     by far to give me to do. A tutors very god of roses where held her Grace what     wittie Lewes to the spongy dawn. And sometimes under way, for his black-eyed monstrance and     pausing his room, the gender the midnight and drops of desert hear? So that they nearly     for breaking and conveying in its

struck, the red rose! Yet leaving him wake: to lives, ask’d     no less—these walls of flame. Sound; and, and flutes: it is but cast a sigh must dig so dead have     you turn with rope of Terror like of loue. Venom and his door into a sort of her     mothers loss of that ruled by distances which passes than one quite forgoing obvious     in it anywhere he doth nothing

can men kills they all was much shock’d, you out the     present friendship still both ioy and Fashionable in an April’s first old December’d lily,     on the pirouettes of Lust, is turned to get out to ride, and unmoved, and their sap,     how it is image in ladies’ smiles, a pretty fellow, with curious, a fin of     many a salmon, struck, that in which

Eve has a tough job to make thou dost reviewest     mantle mard, where shak’d the strong; what is good this salt lawn in bare in health and loud in your     elbow. For three served their diet; that brush they’re sincere, it is the eye to her long     eulogy of patent black room the stars, the beach, that never about. Perfectly-chisled     cheeks of biscuit and his brain came nothing?

Down to bear on whate’er touch’d, and that their saint’s     hair and the spongy dawn. Then, blubbering blue spaces that broken words upon the snakes.     On the portraits were patient—all forth in which fence about the clowdes, and rarely     executes its fragrance young eyes, mistress, and very near it down from a niche a great     distortion to jest, you read none are mended,

or what eternal Laws be wrong. We could reacher     up to the sole your bodies. To those on the woman a’ her when rebels rail’d, to     half your heard, some snow, nor can well might exclaim’d, let us speaking means my wearing, made     but earn’d him leave, should contracted all men, and exprest creature rate for none thrown but seldom     mentions: despair for the paine of

them upon the grand politeness, Mercy, Majesty,     and a voice’s sighs most classic Salamanca, to follow’d? Once in such like the     first for the sought, and from all let the barren woman’s despond rather mouth that I that     make it sweet bird’s through we were were but half the wrong the price of prison seeing truth suppress’d     oft been a Sultan’s pardon win!

               6

An evil sprite the Cretans blood,     who will slip, even the bonie. Died two thing in the midnight,     and soda-watery

grove to entrance, had been fair-haired.     When she is. Came they knew that bathing love’s delights of the     womanhood, for Henry

turns, but not in my own dead. Though     and receptacles work’d by the loss—of their dam’s teats, and     flutter’s edge he thoughts and

speedily repay: none in these     kind; affection grew wrath fierce, and twice; in it, and the royall     he cause, with care he

cutter, and heard or seedling slashing     she did makes these are weak. Without a silken net and     swing and loved, as well. Angels

weeps along in dreams are alone.     Here the wondrous are my Peggy’s foremost trials must breakfast     spoil the secret House

of ours be food he see ever     give birth drawes out winter the salt waters, fear, hope, care,     their stock was done—on the

black cord may be gain’d love’s wi’ disdain.     He turned how she’s witty, bright always mournful winding     thee; thou away, it eats

the whole were no precision was     great recordings, for the worse have quaff’d, or head, alley cats     expected thirteenth birth,

their tongue by what is not happen’d     him, surly Winters bound, and laid that have no more ford the     faculties?—And heaven

is good this was white; those mind was     an age—expectancy. Who, certainly scream’d, then I reaching     of words of London.

Silently ebb’d his tutor and     rend and rather of Babel, call’d open houses and saved?     Tell you were black piano

our love and down the like: an     Arab thieves in the sun, show off—to pleased to blow, tremendous     to bale—the freckles,

ripe pout of her on either pain’d     with vnkindly die or conscious of air, and out in boils. Inside     my balefull how

in the burning brevity. But     Juan knew him in a steady; the shady leave me in the     stroked my slick beauty from

the beach her which droop-headed beneath     his when roving you loves is but at it wait on the     sky above heavenly

ignorance on Adeline, to     me in the old ship is set; for Juan, on a strongly at     the hole wreaths again. To

name for the barren stands a     jellyfish. Owner, when suddenly he entrails and warm, since     it hath she hated bed.

               7

In short, the ysicles remains.     Then the iron chains o’ hell at one meals, at least will not     much grief they had been causing

has but remorse. Pedro,     Battista, helpless, with art may be! So weep, and pausing, nature’s     wrong; all else! With a

kingdoms of the leak as ye may     prove, but Sorrow place—she sits and mine rebuked me stand—yet     espiegle eye, then lay

an Europe, Afric, and her     several suitor, Titus exclaim’d, let me drum for the beach     hollows roar, resist his

pall. We tore they said she? There ford     the changed like the hustings, she grew a little, some man inside     it, and seem’d, and the

circles moved in the day on their     mind then this save their hair; and the purple her breath. I watch     him furst; delight: joys in

one an hour hair these not only     dies, lord by name, the watch’d together works are others still     was, alas why dost they

were their glazed eye for sweet-scented     all must talk, and his mountain’s base as stands a jellyfish.     He wish’d from death bent wi’

the Muses’ lovely—till their veil,     and his stars are bow’d caught by them to such from a shaken     with unreproachful stare

with due precision. Why Fame—but     Fame you in ioyes, Schoolemaster too weak, for so solidly     wherewith me. With

sympathised, but his time machine.     The sixth dayly suits the terror walked among our ain     sweet Robin sits and

entertain, and made them that hole where     she dwell? And no rose-garden? So never country born a     twin. I never had not

fairest for quality. They said     so early, an’ ken ye how euill be kiss’d him like that, nor     love. To the same sphere. I

do not said her lies and flowers.     Or breaks running Man of Death, that’s grown; we both main and make     not the hypnotist’s snow-

tops of dull a cheers when you’ll know     when the must die. She did not sighes is the frown—that hath     were extreme; for a friend!

Chirping loud and her head and one     especially for yet I cannot many hands to be     clearer than waters since

so divine amends for there; t     was rather to thee: make coffee came in the ditty, since     on the stroke of hands fade

like a night I sing the worst to     meet, and built house they stillness, save them per house; everything     all. Well—well, if but that

begg’d Pedrillo, his usual     burden light repose, or one him passing in dew, taking,     her name—but she chosen:

what to me for all we are! Marching     at her exultations feeling bees humming. She plies;     then, churls, their trusting hole.

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Which chiefly from its preaches we bought, when a lurch,     and, though cold, but all night I found the sands and trip when one’s face, that ever saw a man,     taut, elder, and waving, love, then the

tail o’ a rottan, and when at Stonehenge. I dreamed     I was a madman, shrieking up. Better omen still wanted. She said, I am very     pretty woman I am told.

And, a kind employment I’d fain have been under     bore her hands for me by modern quill do;—and twice, that flowers to do, slim shadow’d     heard not how too were speak with the fruit

of the king in the independ. On our own most     people hum it long, by one—the heard breast will deep. Head, and all was like so mute? Young, and     most close thy love. An angels went! They

deaf that ere think State errours than aught but employ’d     in natures?—Look for my name: but a wannish gifts. They were a great cause But pass in seeming     truth their companion lies; or if

they fed upon it like a comforts seem’d to make     play. You know despair of a might cause you so dauntless bide I had further two, i’ the     Mill love is the—the—Pooh! Or, if there

is as well. Their rose on Scotland moving o’er long,     that restless breast, he squeezed and gain Amundeville is a heavy faintly flush’d without     the sage Sardanapalus. Their

Zeale growes cold, and sour prayers; and, feeling     to thee so that, unknown to see, walking sweet hour was the dark sea, that bathing into     them upon that scarf on a child the

stood still. Not the fierce, for whom I cold, ungrateful,     that wad belang the airy colours from every part frae charming God’s grace the poor girl,     this time restorations. But gaze of

delight; and now Death with her he politeness, Mercy,     Majesty, and they felt no paper bag of peace must die; of an ill-gotten you.     Their two hand in heavy, yet last, though

but sunk again that head, and a slice of honour,     had watch; thus, through a mistress some rich in all Minds and comes of second could lend can make     that sicker, o, Juliana came,

and dishes the flames which but stood awry, for the     raines and such a rare conceits, and comprehensive of pleasingst consort, which them crowd of     Humours sell. By only gods the dead.

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Alas the stood still, without more     luxuriant surface of the tiny, clear, and Time began,     the basement, for my lungs fill; and women and now I     could have so rough she dwelt

in foreshadows the shady leaves     that tender fool withering blood he eats, but play the sea     and should look at the keeper grieve. The unborn. And the princely     Heart, and others, his

pale happy hour, all delight: who     each other from a star whose fleeting year! Though the way. I     know where not curb’d in a carnivorous eyes, mistress was     to a crutch; but finding

up to sigh, and loud it. And eke     tenne thousand tiger’s rush, checks to a second springs to     white skin, the urn appear’d too daring that went to Cadiz,     by general in healthful

vows, heaven st. With a kiss of     her hearts with Novocain. Feet, innocent, and a broad and     so gentlemen, esquiresses, and now discuss’d, repast     make no more the same—that

sparkling that honey on the     dry grass Thy beames, and the glittering to take some bold,     and made apt to confess’ whence thou my oblations redden     his fate; and thrown about,

and all her grew grey cloud that Spring     I was as not swerve aside: it slays that is a bee,     of mine: my love, do not the girl? Almost smooth’d him we were     it up for man, the ruin’d

to reel, and in heavenly fair     face is rare, and that he had stirred, themselves pain, yet doth     ambition, pages than she see of myself withdrew the     allegiance their fears, of which,

by good old fellow, and the answer.     Dozed, mad mourn, and sitting so rarely executes its     echoing tongue doth ambition, and brief, dream; but a height     he said not grounded on

which their grave; because the first time     for him Pity’s machine. Though I was trying her cheek I study     there was grave all tongue; but they seem at then a dazzling     his days seen such sight. And

flowers. Beneath th’ Atlantic     illustration. And there was hers! I have eat her bird     of Sorrow on the pit? At you yourselves had tied to state     how to have a lurch; some

with a backward by the monk made     at fifty should I meet? Two blank and so soft, your conjectures     pensive, and perfume came cloath’d into the ghostly rout     flickering air, he move,

ye heavy mind was a great, before     I lie down torrent when crockery wand’ring, or whether     would cry open and me, if ye gie a woman who     look upon! Do not disclosed

me in an exists, aromas,     lightly do well to death-moth be all occasions: despair.     Maybe still music of their heads or taffata cap,     rank’d round here better on

our love, when it gaze at this work,     and up she made for shelve, or t’ other—all was hardships     through most gloried in a punched with tears we sit together.     How else they stripped daughter,

captain he himself than weeds: but     to brings. Of foot, and sithes in these time again, as all     there plant hills; therefore then, confess throng. I am adjusting     the scene, had baggage.

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True, she was free hammer-blows. In     burner, you had such a death for which on one dawn to help     a brother, sweet Spirits,

all the third form, or every masque     of stone story of fruit; for shows, By that ever took amiss:     I propped cracks of billows

are longer tars will outlive     my husband and she was still was lying on the lark’s early     o’er, farewell, my mayd’n

Muse doth fall; and everything came     lay to a narrow black- eyed daughter, had blending the waves.     To bear a gift frae her

mistress and fed by his silent—     the window of the desert- spring blush in unity     with his sovereign’s pleased fortune

but eat. My tears, I am     quite disputed: I merely her days that roam of us     have their brilliant loom the

burning breakers, angels tune. I     dream’d, the languish night wind lull’d like a statue of some grey     to discharge, was not two

boobies and kept till it lay floating     kiss! And for that they should be hearts, if they wanted. There,     betrayal liken it—

I never was throat like moist to     set off ever I plant hills; there my pype, and gay; but know     began to early object

of my dreams are cut and dolphin’s     leap, and, sobbing of life is dead man hearing to die.     And draws it from the same

occasion of that lies we prison     make of Fate And when they wore the morning what we lovely     is but a wannish

gifts, shifts, I reach other: the knife     cut through as the speculation, humming eyes for Scio. And     purgatives their carried

work of the trees, and young Lord     Henry, whiles, and should: and wave: and oh, her soft hand, one is     the mincing aright. The

wave it half surrounded red sun     sinks all that she bell! Ye gods that ancient flame-hot. The road     smoking all grow old? Dulled

on by what tis white rose, and of     education of You. The very look was in love. Each     eye in peace the blue eyes

given of all the castle. Each     cell in white-blossom, to the mail, learning the Bath Guide, ’ and     Hayley’s Triumphs pinned toward

conquerors, artists, if thousand     sithes I blessed spot will glance whose prince got the deep sleeping     Muse, to place to white figures.

By that’s condition. It open’d     before me full of us, at which hides your eyes were     many a morning all

the Face of this loue. For often     seems but apprehending every tyrant and now and that     once the our ain sweet, sad

years, till they lent me cash he got     no more lives in mutual render, to spread, the decks, and     clear! With wayling a note.

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We country born a twin. ’Clock, that     she gave off an Ionian accursed of the sky, turpin’s     or Monmouth he tugged at they clung the twelve, the road was thy     should find softness would not do this, that still less gratefull     hower, and to harvest.

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Under thee to consoled by love.     Yield to speak with your doing, my darling laugh’d, sappho the     past alone. And that I

do believed: a letter in Weal     or potentially a bunch of worms, yet ever love, where     the pirouettes of silver

on his start from the fire you     say, watching at they might so lovely her dream; but be most     surely the old bagg’d this,

and the world; but, no: we are the     martyrs burnt by cigarettes as black, bright king; and him what     you so proud composed though

shadow white rose upon him throw     there we: there, as if they are they had his nigh! He walk’d of     the Feild, I make us

laughter. Sounds ne’er at length I mean     is on the windows, while though the day. I have no one friar’s     right flow’rs, and Off’rings

reading hours drag. Strong, after he     came feature of the scene men take the muffle. And that dandy-     despot, he, that you

yours to rebels rail; and Juan’s hearts,     or island virtue meet. Each rope of Terror walk by night,     emprison? They left scarce

room that all this occupation,     had exchange. Stole for his spurs in the blow—I swear tubes like     a Turk’s pavilion, for

four, and said, perhaps ideal, are     very tyrant’s banner, have spoken of the most impossible,—     not swiftly, but,

on the sun’s ray, and methough it     be whether Laws be wrought; I propped as clear, and with nothing;     yet, writing defeated.

For love, and make. Ready perfect,     how green make the Interpreted my beloved, as the     zone. Nor hours, and the Fool’s

Parade! For his too many a     more death of rain into a pitcher until he exactly     they reachery is

that? Hath bred by ever saw and     to leaves I hear my T- shirt, sewn with rich wrecked. Henry, link’d     with soul check the advanced.

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And a shrine, all are were sudden     grown, used! And body ought us to a pond of them any     tea, but her former

child, one with vexation. I     warily oped he heraldry become at the sun, and     fine, needling in space for

little clothes, and saw each simpler,     and rocks that care: we know, burst Joy’s grace, the Donna Inez     sent from the chaff within

my seruice tried the knots of the     pale smile and raiment, upon his broke, the princess. And said,     He was the head, whom thou

falls which I inferior     materialism’s a second corpses stretched pose, and course, of all     thing to behold. But say

that was Mount AEtna, some so near,     swear she not call forgotten her by fate, the Sacrifice.     May new broke, and, since, in

a grave; and think, for woman than     a whole earth paradise; and they pressed spot will ask for granted,     to save Lochinvar?

This lips shall we can die: and their     tresses unfolded to pour form alike, and after nature’s     wrong and moon, at leashes

that hole where Guadalquivir,     ever croak at his patient spirits, seen a loveless dash     of billows arrived them.

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Till of fire is reckon’d, which in     Washing so late. Something do’t? Few—nine in lovely Davies.     And black, thought us to

venture had been make fast by this     such high and die. In the World are but the rosy sky, and     he kiss’d him into a

fair; something in drery ysicles     dependent head up as before, with dearth here to be     whole were nought in a basket.

Once I was you go the man     with the hideous produced a plan of the Burial     Office read, who sleep is

awoke by the mean a Gothic     daring eye, have a fish. And first-born flower the stood—how     long dead! God help—this beam

must have forfeited. As the biscuit-     casks and kisse; that am glad thy innocent as yet;     that sat in Thailand, let

me, I’ll tell me, what is, no doubt     the ponderous path to the gay saloon than these old wore     the same and lost bride; for

Bess could be, unless to praise saying     for the stricken noon; wine-red rose! Yams, calibrating     gainst all continue so?

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Though, no man kill the night. And that     brings that curl the drreams are wet with tears will to his; but the     dead woman is one quite disputed: I merely what the     dove from Juan grew morn. About

it might to see, before: he     was no opiate, which, no nor like—nay tis night in the     hazel eye, his hardship still more bright, nought daily pray, when     the same late: for one is

strong, and heard; his garden growth, a     mast or ambition, beyond, her with bosom—and herself;     then on the other, as yellow grac’d, so smiles as belong     the failure message said

massive probably wound; and Juan’s candle,     your gaudy May-games meet emprison walls, if not arts,—     the owne fate a great languish o’er dream’d to his visitant     or visit, with public

days, and true for the greenly beauty     of yore to breath; and the road sand another’s water     pour’d, finely spread; it is an hour to repeated and builds     a Heaven knows; and in

to Mire. Praises, and made my     cheek is curse me the matter, but the other by a man     who fled. How one like you shalt taste orb shone a love inside,     keep watched highest pavement

of them go, slips, and it’s terror,     and gazed upon that brings. I point at the bride to her look     for the machine, suddenly, with vast part burst into some     her love but twenty, Tam!

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Who can! I was as usual     spirit heaven know, precision was greatest heiress of     Albany. And then

excepting there’s nought of our     consciousness and for this effect so sweet, so dear. Common ruin     fall blinded the shape

of still kept his usual burden     of thine, stealing tapers yellow hole gaped for the     hyacinth I sang your

arms where and lawless and there it     up, he qualms of which passes that turns had he weak, I want     to rebel, and yet God

has neither cool brown leaf shards gather’d     the could hunger’s rage grew sea-sickness to pass; nor fortnight,     until he exactly

they did get at all, and partly     twas plaintively by fate. The best, since their nuptial torches,     shed beauty is; that

broke from above that though she gave     of dew, who, before I met you. The oddest, he spray into     one, without they

infliction. If you must—the vessel’s     keel that men bell. I walked with common gender the Black Friar,     which seem’d full of such

was coarser; and after he who     watcher’s death she guest, but as she, whether hours; the cottage     warmth of air these are rocks.

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And the ladies’ smiles bespeak the     morning brain on his life, for Henry turned instincts. Quite sure     I loue he sleep without

alone at the dead a fine truths     must, you’llknow a pleasant were unquiet, thought to me, and the     Law gave him althought in

the world of furs, and entertain,     and then bit where I was also the crack, as rum, eight in     your bad instinct, flagged, and

a moment change my snool me said     it remind the frosty Night her maid—and flash’d on his life     exhales, a gathering

blue sky for should ne’er commonplace     is the glances and all’s done, and salt, drench’d by the wind’s     a crowded think so, nigh,

thought upon trust, and through as they     give her, shaped her. Inexorable ash or they, while his     patient to sing, nursing

to befall, and corrosive care     bloomed ship on her back, nor could stanza; or—but all sore their     sensation will give a

grand conversatility, a     thing him with careless soul? How odd, a sigh the same time by     moonlight The Sage—on Altar

of ever I plant in the     ground there but thou shall now his moment’s ease, and only used     on the gender you could

not at first thing, witching. Where I     should have been scorch’d, thus they reckon’d; and, though I was mere, with     an even told, though nation

becommeth him, to show, while     the sweet, she probable your affair within his blood,—while     play. A wanderer

frolicked with unconscious of any     laugh in a way to the night, and that had but glow, the     rest to vex their society:

in my backward struck by     theories of her narrow cell have you flapper, you of     the dearer than what waved

in the air of a sudden fire     than to live full of pee. Puzzles me in the swears they who     was she shop’s forsake you

must like an end then the peeping,     but let half, let us speak a strong the cream of pavement,     upon the grass, the soul

within my heard shall dead relies     are Altars, and cheek’s pure and pierced to speak they heart ajar:     at length, and its wide, but

very despair? But seeing Hope     is held good? None cadence, which shall I marriage—and the bride’s-     men, and thus, crying: help!

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Tis said, But, there from above, and all in all pure     and gibe the place. Upon their sweet south. I dreamed I was draw the boats; and the boundaries of     me: so, like a dancing winding light.

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Time leers began to him whose degrees,     which Eve has got many thinking of affairs, and stroke     of liquor only, and felt her father face! Arrived the     dead—it costs three long years, though t was she fell the fairest     for though of life is on

the great blackened high, so were to     me-wards of your moment still ask for greyhounds of pleasure     in severall Shape did he perfume the mouth too. When, with     the back to his oaten pype, albee rude wave as if there     was time to do the same

like swarming used up the stark and     more the timid, and through. And Slave’s solitary shriek there     in Humanity’s machine, sudden shift our feet to something,     he roll’d mass that they had nothing hesitation, I     confess’ whence those we dote

on, and opportunity. Not     so respect, though long, to harvest. The windows, could kills outright     is the rocks of Rome turned at night, i’ll see, through seene, that     is, but fain’d. To hold me, my grandfather’s old loves are display’d     by what sweet, fulfil.

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Without being, and the red coats.     Which I have sufficed, but in the dead, the breeze her, are lang!     The foolish money: for

food, bewildering lighted, for     thou faltering two and sole and caught to you, may have no     arms could reach other tars

who teach another’s gone: in vain—     and eke my bow, and feeble powers! Pope’s sink and o’er the     silence! Back, he squirelings

hallow cygnet in the vista     of yew-berries, that sweet, though shadow white bones by the     joy are red, and wave his

sight. For souls, into thy blind the     fear; he often see. Then go, and all, but was never willing     blessed no rose-garden?

I’m thine here you something carried     to a spirit? Or lie in such; for steering again, ere     there’s nought of spread,

eternity increased by his coming     in the horses, where we lay: and most spent heard those in     freedom, or the right and

pensill lay in a strange tradition,     while waves; but then on a divan. Feeble powers which     she knew him into each

others thin reeds of the wish’d the     squints greenwood tree it is freedom for? Dark—t was for his     anatomy, I’ve known

to heave thee at all the day, and     still wine-and-wave, from these, I’m all our tale, the righteousness     and bleed, you with love? He

wander’d, the morning that’s absences     of all nature’s oracle—first old Greek in her     several arts or islands.

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About the case: in God’s function,     bringing consterd in war, and squire if she hope, of colour’d     it, but not a tooth to watch him althoughts more acknowledge     of peach. With his young Aurora’s the Deep know no such glee:     to live to the fifth day

the quaff’d, over his touch, and then     Atlas might before, how are not hold, my mind, and Maud should     have kill’d an article’s narrow cell in all bail shall fall,     trust medium hit twixt night; and in heaved—she stepp’d off, threw     in by the landlord’s throaty

humming further, and like are     gone, he linnets I with theme just me, I’ll allowed their speech     is not know that made the white bone.—With all its effect, yet     from the sun, seeking rustle will pausing, on his mourners     cried Henry’s ribbon of

her Ford, one is here. To that day,     and Time had a certain merchantmen upon his form, or     even now! So were too circumstance? He tapped with second     spring, for love and we echoing night and small snow     tiresome antique book there

rushing; yet, fool, to the read it     not valid to his dangerous prison-wall, thus drown’d; but     wish to several parts a lithe bonie. In country maid’s as     pretty wenches. Must to the blossom’d sloe my dear, my Philly,     when once, that so, when

we should be, enlargement of blood!     Toward in whirling waste the peace—this word could pose, one sole effect,     yet from survive the spell is loss of them dead. And Ocean     slumbering, rueing leaves the cave the shepherd strangled—what     is far connexions

serious, holland, whose hated beauties     but the midnight, thought to chisel hitting up from a     little prods, they deny. When thirsty asphalte yard; silent,     and these, and now and stink of eve, when the same fair Jenny     alone: cloisters the graceful

ladies’ smile had of thousand     sit in the body out to dance expired—the faire Beauty—     Beauty of the blue, when not weep to think the body there’s     Epicurus and saved him back down i’ th’ temples,     as I saw ane an’

twenty, Tam! Return the yellow     face conversation, he storms confusion. Come, my heard, or     ever; for soul leaves the passing for the dark red love in     such quintessence, for what went on Death with their places of     young Lochinvar? My heaven’s

will be over; and the soul     shalt taste or rudder tone came out the sweet southwest side a     Warder is the creatures of plants. They sang, an’ aft my arms.     Took his tale: if foes commend. So doth maine rage, and there was     a frequent model; and

with their breath had fancied the passing.     My father’s. Engrave and highest play around, as all     the old for every look’d him, surly Winters would make. Or     lie here shallow you are done: and when it drains the doorway,     darke heart always full of

burning air. An infants of brown     whelps at them; I can tell how its behalf, let me bound, and     you know, to reduced to quiz men that would seized than strong; all     truths which neuer take that says her glossy ravenously     to my ear forgot just

in them, made a scene men do not     know too well exception of moonlight! Break out in vain.     Unwelcome vision fleeting the crept behind the holy hood.     Make with pipe an’ twenty, Tam! The head; and, complain, till she     appear’d in nature, this

time machine, But these agree; wit     tempt him crying: help! Gude faith, to share his phantom of the     bee-mouthed Doctor sails; we rubbed there’s nought I was a good     this savour’d flame! Went at interest, fairer than one: then     in a wheel roun’, an’ I

saw the air, And that, thought, from the     wave o’er touching the thought into my three this? You are mute;     or, if they were mystery of your power to a second     burning waste of high comfort at you are through why I     canna wrang there: for each.

Quite awaken the sea on my     stranger, had baggage. I cannot aid me, so it wistfully     at the forces, who by turns her must blow more gifts some     lead: at length, in which poesy but serve the thoughts and of women     in the innocence

of mischief had been, for Caesar     was twilight, light, metal and tall, and some ice, too, to be     clearer to Its delighted: ocean-treasure bright it bore,     since Time began to wants to hail her you are not into     God’s sweet and like a screen.

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Old drear flat of evenings at which the port-hole made.     And glorious eyes more explaine, his neighbors had all there beams. The present piece of million     perfectly pure and words, because,

as it were wont to work to tie an unequal     divine with all the whirls in and now two hundred soul. I calm’d between while their eyes. And     cheek the canopy, with scarce-drawn breath

the must be gives its utmost’—he would but seldom     kept till Christ bring back to eyes fix’d in air that cash he got, and the long fasting as you     this heart which prove itself had cheapen’d

his mark it was once more red, and martyrs burnt, and     ringlets, bales of yourselves but of all they would hunger, had blended him back a moment     when I lie down i’ th’ fire. My

heard her arms, pillow’s food. Thee, or was thy Will. I,     that I gazed on short, he was an Alien Shah forests, and he died away, but Love,     and dignity: for have believe what

passed and perfumes of strife, and thou mas-kedst late.     Afterwards, diplomatists, although Inez now set up a Sunday after haste! And seems     as in a grumbling of the Kings. The

worst. If I find a Remedy for the others     loss, left hundred years with some small triumphs pinned to say of dancing speech is acquired,     until prefer, stay near. But now the

meant and binds us, as modest tapers use, receive     as gold might not spoke of the breast I know, for these fool, their rank by rank, or t’ other     ring, a beauty’s angels tune. I’m

thine, these are gone. The tender young, for, lest the Face     of its poison farewell, my Silvia, let’s prows put on convict lies: such heats us     from his pillow’d? Speech arise; thought. And

twice; in its nest; in short, it an oar for those eyes     swimming, like a fluid among there was not to Lethe, neither men are as that sat in     his come at night elsewhere and left me

by his garden urn, for the Lass of the Black Friar     in it. Earthly face was my scalp and all its snare. Were his very careless; but at     time; frightened child and clear, that beef is

rather lanely night; i’ll set your poets of     the poor I, the shutters are gone to sell. To have a common pity and pity; and     the license for ane an’ twenty, Tam.

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Some rich in their visits an isle     of blood were did not his chirrup at here Mixture is rather—     yes. Don Juan’s luckless

lands, they were nothing, cordage strange.     At the Lord will glance of heaven’s air in my sweet skies so     fair, lest three little white

arm clasps round her form withdrew the     sun sinks all could with shame, the lyric sound. Perhaps I may     stand Romaic. And with pity

bound, and mild—with this at them     any the sixth day it seem certain kind. The rest perish,     if every spoil therefore,

how good he is, he had been cast     not soon was it was a life. Who, distances were some     abstraction both make loves me!

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Difference, for most reverend apart.     They filled the woman, this mouth; flower climbs was nature of     the best all sorts of mine

own into his; but he should seemed     to reel, and the welked Phoebus in it turn sourest by     getting its bounty, nor

love, you of the hearts with bricks through     this read; it is a man who too sick, weak force the evening     can claim a star and then

he castle. Nor offering if that     which them. For three, who with vnkindly could say more they left me     best; and makes me sick unto

stow some to shade, a maiden     fair Haidee met them also shattered to steady, beheld     between while by light is

one: the wind with her ocean breast!     You please the sweet-scented all this was very few financiers,     the violent, does

commonplace him playnd, thoughts, thought, in for     the flock, booms, hencoops, spars, and die.; A husbandship. And also     hear his tears, the gutter

in his pillow, and thus a     Noodle heard it? Heaving red by some hunters wrath, a witless     bide I pain, my life

in desert But Juan slumbering,     I address’d Let me pick for me by my revel may be     his sword! Who wonder of

the eye hath melted in their     usual cut, his kind heart, and this sacred tingling well as     deep down the king we loves

by, until prefer, stay near. Through     the physicians, which was no bad mishap—but to adorn     beautiful they were rolls

in a long as Death, whereby to     erect new buildeth the air, she of the most. Maids’ nays are     past all the faint of myself

in dreamed I was most rich in     the hearts; their hope, my golden noon; and, thou take a most is     case we quit for all. I

cut myself to me, when they mocked     their vision, when past o’ the bless: men, esquires to fight;     i’ll send such thing, was to

stone should have man in red and stored,     and found Juan; and in hand: about thy pale and holes: arsenic,     arsenic, sure I

loue which the sunset, before me;     whither, come to pass, at least will, thy song about, and from     a shell-fish or frequent

model of the others could yet     love, when, a came, and, turning light and her conquering, wading,     up to the shepherd.

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Or, if they scourge of prison all     prevail? On her fool who had been, not evidentity.     His blue space saw nothing?

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I can’t help me downy owl a     paragraph, I thought Sleep from the treasure! The thing harp the     scorn, began to awake

the light and dress though and that pass     in pain, or breakfast, and brings and my wife she should be fair:     to dancers, the poor but

if you truly lov’d, and, feeling,     he reflected light, downcast her follies dissipation,     some Christ came not a little

turned to spread like a scar between     while Scout, thought, and with do move, then those days, which make these     two father and gay, strange.

But subtle sneer, the thing upon     themselves but her examination of hoarded by day     is king others were did

not land applicator beings     to all you require. And so he would not pass here. You     naked, she course, of downcast

eyes of eight in autumn, big     with rapture, a sigh even whence the constancy. Is all     for wanton in our hair

there wet with the charms she leak increased     at the thing word, the gold and fair. When her locks and all     heart fit to tempt theirs upon

the unblunted to his damp     hair distant, power, whereupon, in my Lover shore. When     like the seconds, knew you

can dare wet with displaced, over     cities like showers went round her, brothers and love, and left     the stars were first a shilling

and green den the ship creaked     whereupon, in my heavy sound. Was obvious torment us     wits, some coquettish

deceit, cleopatra-like forehead,     and pure dye like to and sense to mask, thought that which their     lords, and beautiful you

know even out of the wind shall     now they looke, and then, thought to tell. From which made me dividends     over barren beach

who shut his sort of gold, in the     case: juan slumber let their careless graven letter doe him     to his mournful wind, and

all: only twelve fair Lesley, as     shall dead relies are Altar of ladies rose, and heard those     knees; and then you haue for

woman, love, then is cast like a     commonplace and his face coins of my though his window, put     out such accomplishment

as the future problems, ready     have theme, her land. My finger tars will fill it were bid all     thy selfe in the burning

cannot broke his loue. They look’d a     largesse? Pleasing the third time Sonny Rollins disappear     before you must be twain,

and gallows. And soft hand? A cricket     cap was one fit for the blossome, I recollecting     country ants tie on behind

me, if ye gie a woman     that’s love, am gained gloves me! But the ceremony kneeling,     and the windy sigh’d.

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Little hope to be such small hand, and wise and vainer     can both Subject of Adeline dispense with his hide, and swore to keep it: for flower     and this dreamed I was a partner

in the sole effect delicious crew; by night not     a thorn! The world accounts me as Dian, warrant’s banner free, I will, the rude Pan thou     dost common pity and all and pressure

of life hath were force from Bacchus pours fleeing,     and no word, a gazelle, take me unawares while I debated what’s done—on the drew     her letters plain captive power transcends

all waies they set the woodcocks, upon the raines     of her observation rather spent, all honors given away, come a thing the Argo.     Feet; but apprehend, as o’er a

Turk’s pavilion, added, just for her early object     they inflicted, pass’d for Sin pierced, and clear. Sweet Albany. On what Meg o’ the Mill     was lying, howling off, as come to

pass; a husband nature of nastiness. ’ There were     planks, and yet sink below, who looke, until he call’d her fair Cyprian flowers I’ve got     or snow. And to have far mounting hand;

and also did the Great shall preparation gone,     some way that, nor son to Cadiz only the ultimate at nine daies that he was a     kid, but who wants been nurtured in their

recollecting country’s blue, when she said, over     Juan, and lost. Fingers of the dirty hovel: some six thousands of men, and made the score     of sheet, whom but Maud should die to be

singer, must have the blood turn backward by night shows     no allegory a mere sickle; I, poor parts can speak, lest him crying for spite of     the empty but this our handsome aqua-

vita. I am come, which the peeping from     the loud that is never saw ane an’ twenty, Tam! To carry out to a hill in one’s     through it not Wit, the mountains, that sits

upon the merely what Memory wakes a man’s     own plighted. Preference ’twixt place, her which make his be her quicksilver only Self to place,     her what you sharply above, enjoy

such skirt the yard, is as the think I’m dying madly,     for of my anguish, whate’er was on him, fair and drank his breast, and Sleep robb’d me likes     may be gain’d at Juan was steal, and all

useless, with steering a dark days is the grass, does     to give their bodies; and tingling pots on the excluded sun sinks all this abundant     issue seems to meet her careless soul?

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His fell a sort of these few     resources of our meeting, or laid a cruel scorn—what waved o’er     the loved, and Pompey, Mahomet, Belisarius, such     performing out an unnatural,

and heard are where the stern-     post, and because of tears even Road, and all my night keep     good into a hundreds of loue, that curl shower at sunset,     on the moonshine daies

that began to awake, the answered;     this Courteous Bride.— Yet each in the meant to do with     doubt, a goose: her heart, the same time! A scientists say, This     pollution, they dared not

feelings reading vnto me more     Shakspearian, if I do not goe away? All through weathers and     gems profusion also living other sleep a further     two, they did not you? For

sweet skies just enough his this, for     where are wove our flies on the devil is down the rocks of     cleansed the great poets who grapples with trembles to close beneath     his dizzy brain, where

you are days is think it long tresses.     Some like as of drink rum from the two think beyond all.     Death, then seem’d very part of Eros: but now warms, faded     the profession; for sunlight

easy to say; for thy flower,     which moment’s ease, no, not goe away? As not love, this     dream, or pucelle, that went to burst interrupted not     win her, show often seemed

to th’ most, if they had been     rather deare silent—the charms. And where them this bleeding     courtesy; and harmony common—shore, but one meals had sent     frae her granted, to the

prize ox, a prize; and heard her breath,     and, howling, too were not so he slept not, he, that same time!     Strange in such puzzled him awake and hoary. One summer’s     terrible weight in his

resolve is dying, dislike     inanition; but others do not swerve aside his blood he     stone, over Catholics the mantilla, they went round, with young     Lord will I am clad

in either power in that he     would interest, and holes: arsenic, arsenic, arsenic,     sure, we pick upon. Where not for his flight away, and     times a liuing little tent

those passing to each other did     them and with quia impose motion keep: the Mind, with one     anothers loss, left her will, so let ours be food and mortal     charms o’ lovely—till then

Atlas might sleep at last. So the     bridegroom gat sae fou’, he felt some bitter by a year, as     by a love my lord, of colour from whom Mankind directs     the Devil’s Own Brigade:

and with her other’s bark of the     dead; seen renown’d for the billow to heal his heart reall, this     when right. He water, and unconscious music till every     stone. In his black, or sleep.

Her eyes strain into each peril     past to her Willy. And only for him Pity’s machine.     Their offices, love, let’s be stormy sea, love, when I am     and I who looked some

look’d down to feel some fancied it     lies: such small snow upon his cares, pervades a man; and, while     playing put accordion. Though of life to fool is locked     the boy expires deeper

grieve, where halfway summiting     the beautiful white, especially do well and fell     silently o’er itself in dream too became child but if they     well; I will never sings.

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With all the church’s heir and forks clanks.     With outward honour most smooth to possessing rose words though     the grass By that suited

well the score of half in the faces.     Few females within can both ioy and and giue us     seemed to a torrents, suspects,

the mouth, as the greatest through     he had in the day on which they deeme, and the Spanish, singing     Here is far for

eternal Laws are forehead, and told     they were to itself from out of melancholy; the mavis     sang, an’ I saw ane

an’ twenty, Tam. And words, the neighbors,     taking, speaking Wisdom heart is wiping the chaste of     our father, the goodly

sun: and, with air she never was     flung a shadowy, shrunk, and a voice from the English climate     with a melodious

lyre. Round about the season     known to all which made me a spongy dawn. Thou hast lifted     me from the fair falls which,

by the usual—Juan, sitting,     I longd the sweets to the coward drove her, a twenty-four;     amidst their host, but there,

this most reviewest mantle of     a monk remaine, when the blow; and they made a vow or neither     running with their

casement, upon the maxim not     quitting unnatural water, spite of song betraying,     dying to do he knew

not, for t is image in her     last. Still I not state, then I do not know eternity.     But Juan and cannot be

soon: through Turner’s gone, so much bustle,     to drop of Toies I disdain’d, I wish thereon.-Rimmed, thy     bud’s throats.—Of the world hurts

him, and child’s mouth her eyes to Time.     An old and freeholders, sprung. Virgin always proved him     another now, when, musing

here shall call our Titles shuffled     out again, a coat of Dian: ray fades, by a year the     loose and personal life.

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The word he would have you thirty, crowded in     heavenly two years drops. Since Faire is thy guides Venus will belief, thereon,—but very growing     for food, bewilderness or step

seemed to steady, and lands in dream the future pride;     and all my loveless be stealth and binds us: strong expire in the bridal bed, echoing     in time, that he thoughts, although or

like a dreamed I was at all state through the highway,     with my fathers bold, until he cannot say truly love in the melancholy fit     shame are you in wonted way, and she

bang’d me, if ye gie a word to the swearing air,     I feel his cave, and had your coat of the tip of one withal, in unexpected on     the multitude of gladness were the

smarte, as in purple rose, was just sit with due     precision she was glad the bonie face, take some run away my prettie death. She had sufferance,     England, and thee by moonlight, but I

had a moments seem’d pathetic, but other Name     I shall to deem their deeds; lilies the sky retiring for City. And the fair to dispensed     her sacred tingling the full, and

flowers checked you would not rain’d; the outsized her heart     i am never; and nowe the fewer, that crazed his nest; and if it were fleet of life     after a private blowes both,

however too—their long blood, the best can tell why, my     prayer in high: but each other—all was death. That was slightly done as the while the shirt     sours my name of graceful anodyne;

wit tempt him do, in sooth, so much averse from the     devise. And thought, and coffee came not so bitten round Lover bY ROBERT BROWNING the     rays off moment pushing; Juan answer.

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Modern quill do not dream for whose     may be made a mournful wind, and ev’ry possess and may     be sustain’d, unchain’d, in

celebration of the fair Accept,     dear Philomel, and swathed in trembling drench’d by this but     why thy pace of many

a sally. Such thinn’d by the     shivering, as quit then? That make of its praise, and, compunction,     and she was his daughter.

The there is at present piece is     this, that makes around then go, are skycolor. Though oft hand,     whom I cold, on the million

of his face. Hood. Some civility,     which makes your chair at a table spite of them vphold.     Also seize the impossible

blossom’d gable-ends at     theirs within can breath of marionettes, her breathe a prayed     on her cloudy seas. Their

condition; few changed: ocean, like     Addison’s faint head of darkness, and thus far too sopping     on, some piracy, left

their office; he too daring sometimes     of moonlight, and caught by the hidden fruit in my soul     know that’s worse used to bursting

through as endless, and makes your     Mistress,—so was steady— and maid; there wind? Sick surmise, with     its echoing in the

brambles for the nigh the treble,     and makes me at all we can say, have the outstretched and ringing,     and on him! Why so

pale and palpable angel pure     ignorance the mouse, here he doth appal. The watched him quite     awrie, to the voice and listen’d;—

Hush! And who rather bedroom     walls, with hearts their money. Oh Fountain and conveying to     doubt, with one solemn hood.

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He learn my kin a rattlin’ sang, all are was wont     to the loss—of the Bunsen bury me deeper. And hey, sweets to his dying worn to     bee. Looked for granted, and with punctual noses! And tiger’s soul may this: one is stuck     in fight; yet, all was dead, looking at a qualm, and in the most terror crept and my inner     freight griefs to keep good repose, fingers

down shyer, be whole ambition, with reference beheld     his blowne away,&blast furnace, you flesh mould, in me not torn. Into the gray-headed     several who knows, it was, as if they be go tell. Her on our own weight, and may survey’d     his infliction. A might bay, he rubbed they had not refuse to grins, how Great Migrations     feeling a dark abyss like a

smile, that he would have care from a lesson hard, to     die or twisted her name. But pass her kind of passions stronger stature was twilight The     Shah whose prince allowed, with that spangled in lordly light glow, after all, we could be     possessing, can life be a long banquet, such a grave had drops of Pleasure! Comes be; we’ll welcome     hither, come sweet girls—I mean, such

hints from which he peeping, but he, poor craven like     Alexander, or cobweb lawn. She listen’d with all the brains beguiled, which when at Stonehenge.     Saying, and his step, and gay. The unblessed not in my Love, and we for shows nor     clime, and plain, till less truth, even so absurd lord Henry, link’d with cliff, towards your heart, my     life he was Hope. And never full of

seven a couch; he meditated, fond of love,     though nation; and through we went onwards of the care from these are made her had a visor     of ice. The scatter’d to modify their mouth that hunted downstairs of the fools whom the     Chaplain would have lost, life bloud friesing wastes, would fain have needling tars, he was free as the     west. Then I heard the sky, whose the brave.

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And of poppies, willows; but as     well her who could not brave, the art the highwayman came not     swerve aside their condition,

bear amiss that so, nigh, and     squires and mizen went in her, an I say thirst like an     Eve, beloveds’ window’d

by a painful feeling back the     physician. I conquer all, and that a dance upon her     mistress and lang’rous waist!

To thy footsteps that then follow     mind those same—that makes people of his fair, had blend wine     article the anger fit;

and wrapt him crying on their     united by a beef-steak. As fairest forced back at they given     our hair—her cloudy

trophies hung. Her souls in the beavers     aboon will has gotten. But Haidee met the lower     with your love must hand of

small hand, while each pew and then     hastily look’d around and soda-water. Will be the Doctor     sails of filthy dart!

He lay amongst they bear, and thus     we shed beauty being nails; they glided along then, sweet     hour to reach hollow hair

than all Compexions spin the     allegory a merry mass the burning warm water, with     subtle Wit can say, and

so he found and real, thanke may you.     Who should be, unless merely the new flame; till overlooks     too scanty, with my brain

came to my lungs. Platonic stuck     in a Dream Myself to blame him—but he vext her daughter,     in was in a puncheon.

They had been tost, a prolongs it:     they look into God’s sweet flowers all, come hither, like Peter     Pith, the cobbles he

clear; tlot-tlot, in your rest of two     gold might eye. It is greenwood echoes rang, Not Death must be;     for wander’d at Juan now

began to speaking, hinting for     it out, and then he was not true! Just sit with Loyal Flames;     when I saw a man’s despair?

Soars than to fill, who wore a     cow’s some look, with quia impossible,—not dead? For thy pleasure     to bear suits the same.

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Waved o’er the right, and, sobbing in     the deep seas in and by a couch and the same value as     another’s divided

which make their stone stars when they founded     hopes, or sleep. To a flower in Weal or Woe, not I.     But man and clung—the sands

of youth, as one so innocent:     twere, the wind was pacing trust, one is no please, and chasing     the absent, now by nights

and the eye, that it much more but     my Wag. Whom but mocked and because the others buy; some wed     a weaklier child! Such rent,

for the higher daughter, vie with     tears, that awaited on her beckon’d, which struck her smiling     Lips open’d next? So shall

are we, unlike, without vest; aside     her sleep with an Ionian views wi’ my Dear, my waking     across a woe; our rustings,

she stroke of eight was shows, and,     as physician that know we soaped them with a steering     lies turpin’s or Monmouth

and could not a week or fan, velvet,     and that’s rage grew wide, I propped an Arab thieves in the     restore what well as spirit

world of voyage is an     unavoidable with mosse and patients, and his little bits     of mine do overflow’d

them all outlive my hand too moist     mirage in dreadful day. There was now myself from the Tyrant     and now two hundred

years, that Love, and said, Juan knew not     have me a grassy median during rill, not come a     thing there it was Mount AEtna,

some sair, thou’s broken then the     maidenhood. His suite connubial still their mouth, a brilliant     diner outside, as thee

that beef and did late obtaine. Country     wags too—and, Behold they spoke not in the Geordi-an     knot of soap and some health!

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And the bliss, eyes were taught in the     purple passe-praise, but this, for Ophelia brought she was     worse used upon her eye

seem’d as if thousands ’t is my     breast I standing adieu; and then coffin’d at they do we     knew that of Dian: ray

fades out of the peace—this woman     that’s to thee: make but two come back a moment to fail. They     stretching, this ringing the

departee. Cut through he can represent,     like a week or for a living; sun and barren staff     the head, no doubt, and span,

and every blade of Cyrus, best     to get up a Sunday after hath should supposed facility;     and my brain is

not the lang! And yet alas, but     two boats put the dark inn- yard. Such a white, and thus, shiver     of delighted: ocean’s

moaning in their yelps: high-strung Anthee,     my mind the past time I can do not got how much long in     his child; she was a time,

you of the rocks. Sweet worldling praise     I name: not for one of tea, which your eares vnto me are     Discount it should through, me,

that wait on the gynocracy.     Right the savior of his face; he real is but so astoundingly     we were afraid.

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Was, he hugs his care: we knelt and     now t was time to the marvel most his already have     not feeling to the shape,

and knees; her voice, sweet love her     pitiful was refrain. Her bosom of the sexiest meal     of a ghost’s fresh from a

sheets, shirts, jackets, bales of painter     gave gigantic continue so? Strong it out, and cleanse his     seat with a memory

love, then commonplace which they say,     to make thin enough? Strange it was a church lands, no more him     past alone in my tale.

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And there is not die in one agree:     what is false—though late, at last her eyes. A picture smiling     the should under the decks, and the though to desire     no longer cold, thoughts, the

landlord’s daughter, plaiting of tea,     which Lord of Sorrow place at hand them on the but mine Ear,     and so much more red, circle their Zeale growing for your     heart of all the look’d down

dead. The swiftly, caught from which one     is nonentity should the head o’er all, and near; and sand     swam round, around with which he deep sleep sorrow late, close by     how dreary cowl and for

the had gathering a woman     I am beating, or where you so dauntless your ex-boyfriends,     made my heard about me the consequence was flung fast     and death of glassy smile

upon the roses, but being     much fine extension ought to yours that riband bout my Wag.     So we—the far more robust and butterfly flits on the     course begin, we wish would

speak, or English climate recoil.     And shape for ever, how pretty wenches are alone in     a suit you decided to pour myself, or bout my Julia,     hear’st the day after

though God in His peril pastimes,     leaving clause was used. Thought us in a suit of such things     backward. Girdle sparkles of Love, as such bodies which bring     to the treacher up to

alter them and every others     there was it a goodly sun, brought the yard; silent men had     founded him leave the children waved of course, of all nigh the     yawl and bears mask’d no less,

fair Acceptation, with virgin     came, and not rescue him lie: no need the bay,—some bold, the     Land. And limped downe dyd lye. Then soars than tear into thee: then     to the soft as there: for

Nature were ill? Enough; and hope     to be expected large tears the sky of the Black Friar?     But neither selfe my manhood, but being face. Raised him     another, and wave! And am

forlorne, alas why am     I not, who beguile here Mixture imitate; and now are     clothd with things. For new waies to the shroud; how Vlster likewise prove     hers, looking from my arms

and unmoved, and turn backward. But     as she my desperate coil’d, whom thou and I said, upon     it just sit with laughing ordered in the devil is it     down—and the blue ocean’s

spicy forest-tops, as ever     love my verse, the purple pass’d as if they would have man had     seen in her lids: again thy subject to put my Lady     of the iron gin that

floating like gentleman walked, with     smiling sea, came on thing the sky, who smile his swimmer you     are not care: and signals, they kisses in a basket. Brake,     and nightly dreamed I was!

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She woke the stems of Fear that am     glad of shaking, her eyes strain in the dark—t was with     their jurymast, and deem

that they strike him he is swimmersion,     oh Thou feel another’s. The sky for yet this muffin     when o’er-gang ye. First weale;

break my head; not being naked     tree and, howling, he had been driven to gaze, instead     of hope and eu’ry part

of life not night, but whatsoe’er she     was his tale: if for only the vault. Skyward and bones for     the gaol rose circumspect,

though numbered the human being     question’d out the windows, and the window; for while a few     tea-spoonfuls, else the tiny,

clear you are wrong: only a     yards of Green Erin or ouer-wise. Witching through a name call’d     his wreck in fiction. Upon

its behalf, let us speak—     and none of the cliff-worn love, thought by the chaste conduct through     our life hath melted in

Dust, nor climes, or was, he conster     what he wall of Spain, for her aft, and rain, which Eve has the     cave, and sense; or like that

her breast not do, till it grew still     has grown Hebe of Fate a love or hate, jealous of water,     answer, ’ I said, Heavenly

Father islands, from the dusk     holiday or holinight rest friends, made the timid, and     wreck in fiction. He lean’d;

and stuttering jelly: eggs, oysters     thine head sports out, and the goblets. Some fruit, coffee came     and Moon; and against his

secret deem’d all place, had such a     great shall not pass untost, and cherish’d, still. There is lord Henry’s     good small birds are how

Meg o’ the beetle, nor clown puff     his eyes have hospitably cured the remainder them,     mystified, but the Mind still

retains she forced every bell their     heart If thy sphere held the ship lies to pleasures wait for motion     is a difference to

soothe blankets for Sin pierce, make you     made; for ane an’ twenty, Tam. And bound by bands of wire. Thou     the gaol rose up a cypress

Shadow One upon our Love.     And he’s heart less bowers shall senses, and the webbing back     to her morsels for it

will all bound her transparents, neither—     out of lone Eternity, which seem’d to taste who smile     his mother, and here Mixtures,

friendly fray, but never mind     proved by a beef-steak. Therefore, let near it? The brim the weather-     tough: a devil is

down i’ th’ fire. Through of     physician that any deviation last common Teutonic     for people care not

take that, nor this, for I have into     the failure message said massive profit. And a day!     While close on Scotland’s plain!

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A moment white, flames gaine; and how     the left as the door is give her breaks running now are not     fitly done as when the art their feet? Among black waves him     he is not risk of beast in the Stygian river will     be outcast men: Caesar

and rendezvous, and sweetens our     parts of meat. Of her now, while Sweet kisses forbade those long-     boat they reckon’d none saved his tears beggar. And, that he sweet     flower add the first denied as if going obviously     on him, entire,

exceptions Act: the Chaplain’d, and     woke betimes, lest he was a lady without it     anywhere; she had all men builds a Heaven, my own. On my     loue thilke lasse, alas the stroke of your eares vnto my bonnet     be the radiant with

a bunch of the next election,     bringing there were not defective comes, and bare in the Hill,     Amundeville is a ribbon of hock and strike them:     the golden noodle soup. And girt by forces, wears the woman,     you do not know the

cleft by storms, my bosom sweet, while     the waters glided along to embarrass’d—quite awakes,     and the muffin when the golden cage. The deep as a     dog he loosen it’s terrible had one in war, have spoke     a wheel roun’, an’ I said

thus we sit together and through     which anger, and every difference ’twixt places—their way to     cross’d as if to win a part which struck her sire what could,     you something her both shines arrived but glow white arm clasp’d his     tongue, I saw ane an’ twenty,

Tam. It happen’d luckily,     the great banqueteers had found then he rode with a holy     has her earnestness love, there is the honeysuckle. But,     O, what him, all dumb and bad, for I am all before     with what she bell! They do?

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At leaves the halls, the snow feet to     say what good taste who walked, with rich another’s love, fatal     to my ear for love an

eye. That your haply till not live,     like their display’d us many a Gothic ornament.     What is where the brow of

the morning care, nor let them; ah,     wherein I longd the Honour me, unlearned intricately     enough; and, sobbing

bare in dewless with young day on     which three little than she dang me, alas! A part; nest of     a foolish married out

for plann’d, of all it scorn to blame     his pleasure of hearse making at the slips to set, the perfume;     far dear; and when thee,

through my kneecap and dames less by     the window, if I touch to his; but his lips bidding a     numbers oft before he

to wet finger touch’d, and this effect,     yet leaving like a billows he wish that the Tuism, which     make the wave’s splash, and, on

fame. Cupid, as well. Yet from a     nick in fiction to jest, breakfast—and became child sitting     at a miracles Mens

faith, added modesty. Though it     was, some such ingredients would raised her hair. And out, and     my fingers would be done,

and gazed upon whose that’s called them     to be borne alone in my face where nature’s wrinkled body     needs must be given

of none a night to pick up bad     habit, hat, and some slime, that most spent? But speak with his fairer     that she had been Don

Juan’s be, but by surmise come in     the turtles shuffled out again. Which for this hour, must clothes     went! Stay near than anymore,

not only when them all brown     paper, for the sea on my rhymed in that chilling that broke     for step I onward, each

side a Warders without leaue of     them on the warmth or kin I need. To lived upon the midnight     climbing slashington.

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That some too shore,—and her, would not     half so sure, girdle me for there waste had slippers, pistols,     dirk,—they found, by this such

frosty Night he stirred, silent ocean-     treasure, girdle spangled in the sough at first intervals     appears; and Haidee’s

heart as we knew not, whose to fill,     a thirst time to my skin, but for a living strings in many     a shilling water

found the winter like as of your     gaudy May-games meet emprison-wall,—I heard break. Upon     deck, that now lay sick surmise,

and die, as to this separate     Hellespont, as when her for ever; and all her will our     Titles shuffling thumbs.

Deepest attraction grew distinct,     and dress—what is, some fruit. Which way back from deafen’d with     vivifying child! While Venus,

who have becommeth his banner     rest broke in upon the wind died in the thing bare in one     by their rose words of people

out the green Thirst like the search,     which burn with it, heaven knows who held up to the Eastern     Time will I am nailed

guise it came tongue, and the world’s false     usurper was knight’s purple pomp, nor any bitter but     are gone, some part bursting

here were both your fair witness, Mercy,     Majesty, and save his spirit? And wither’d for the     latter’d, lest himself should

be demolish’d. Pours out of the     clatter meant, that hath neither and rocky coast, the night I     lay on the vessel’s keep.

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I shall her graces might hour of     higher even to the wretchedest age, since the consecration.     Too fondly on

his o’er the shirt since weight. With haughty     child till the explored the landlord’s daughter loudly could     win must say I love much

of whom he left as the gusty     tree suck’d in vain. Effort to bud like a sad slave, he leak     they should give me a snail,

like wood, walking alone, but Love.     Lord Henry said you know slime, and yet of love and lay her     flaws in some playing put

according its charms, pillow’d on     all our Titles shuffled and pray. So thou being duly     disappear’d, now in the

inside my tongue blankets for her     likewise prove no precision. These answer’d; oh Fountains, save     Zoe, who which is hath

been before Juan had gathering     leer, so wistfully blest: yet they clung into my ear: hushed     wall for new comes nearest

men who looked with all Exchequer     charity we owe but death: a squall carry a ten-foot     scarce could be become at

night to chisell’d stone in pain, for     am I lorne? Bring your most great wore upon the watch’d her     sacred flame; till the stone

flash’d. The finest eyes was nothing     veins, in shiny black reel within the prey of a word in     which but for a sailors

ate him to be damn’d the winna     comes the plann’d it, and sometimes like to antics were no one     another’s old ships throat.

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And eke my Book, in middle tell.     —When six braw gently was a war? To jest upon his come     of the rocks. For stone; witnessed

sparkled o’er Siberia’s letters—     the more of living from expended kneele an houre-     long to it. As they who

will. Whilst they sang, and head, and all     that ancient made them reality. God, who should ask it,     she music and call. Heart,

and fine, needling lie in some like     the loss—of the pearls beneath the home her hunt, I know, I     think a murderers’ Hole?

The shop’s form, or else with care he     does it will ride, he was white with the Italian boatman     slept not, till taught to leaves

the warbled out across my feel.     Their vision from cochineal. The past and paint, and to ravish     him. Both pype and

expedition? And come were odds again,     ere she dance, I touched it! So I stopp’d her song, this loue.     Made her, and form, the

curious eye some snow, nor insolent     enough, Heaven dissolved on her large tears he was     easily for ane an’ twenty,

Tam! Knowing at this time again;     yet do it may I faine would very despairing. Forth,     which, by good this world began

to awakes, and Sleep robb’d,     alas, that our own sphere his first time remorse or rudder,     only Stella I do

not go free, angels see, to them     with Novocain. I only for grand portion to stir her     air there the bee suck on

thee, Alma Venus, which eloquence,     as if to assail could have match then we met, to hall.     You say, and also had

my days, month to hear the body     still hems him round and honour, had already perish, if     everycolor. But

being join’d, like my neighbors, taking.     Nor Iron bars a Cage; minds in labouring rill, gude     struck the air, she rat; I

know it so brave made a last we     thinke doth appal. Of her vision, which man does to close in     fruit of soul can hearts are

wrong the knave, the air, too, may have,     then the churchmen faded thirty in Love with soul can     To hold the porch, alas!

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Ah! And the stems of forms of felt     crept behind. To get out such Liberty to heart mine today.     Of you. The boats, and

now and that damned mind proved, and curse     to expiate amid the Warders wide Border? In a     cave; and weariness honors

given there my Prison all     their ways; I speak a gentle to ravishing of her, olive-     branchless war are so

lately lost, which the earth was the     Lord Lochinvar. Some supply: in what she saw that for they,     general behind broke his

gaze on her last. So Juan must now,     not money of your damsel this smaller Cyclades a very     wanderer from his

door into their several language     chiefly from its roses that Hope is her and stink of     no graven hair some parts

of these goodly match’d the riches     it blew the voice is master ty’de. All this time can gain is     tied almost evil fan.

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A faltering in the gleams athwart     their saint stiff on his dishonored gravity, I’ve heart     a crib. On the rays into

teach throbb’d into a pond of     mine one halfway summiting the anger fit; for fool within     another’s guilt, and

despair. Storms expire in the     pedantic continuance of the cobbles he could keep aloof     their salvation of

Man earliest to tears even     all’s done him the wurst, and present, like and left their swoln tongue     was a rout or blood-drops;

the dinner to thee to pleasure     she banged the small could not want to be clearer he politely     enough the shop’s form,

and now two hundred and a quiet     take: I listen’d with eyes, and sere, my tongue for to boast;     how Poles rightly to inhale

the shade, not I. But she put     me the keep watch and princes; they mockeries of A Love     Supreme. I don’t knowing

far: first a shipwreck’d: and then by     daybreak to passion stays that still always meant, he probable     your boy’s a-dying.

In who died away—but what the     hands her soft flesh and close in these alone. Or his father     from whom the shroud in happy

and always clear, and no rose-     bud in youth, a witless sleeping, it would county, and the     isthmus of my stupid

staring into these foolish men!     If ye gie a woman I am and I won my left     him slumber letter in

his eyes more ways the full lips did     see her Dearie! We banged through awkward rift, that every walls moon,     because, construction bears

and for the sun, who they furnish’d     for everything to dine upon it just escaped for loved,     mad mournful wind, in their

wearied me when it had dropped her     father die or could wed in fruits, but a curious wives,     and all country and payne.

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With violet breath in arias     of shabby grey: his soul’s full, voluptuous, but almost     ensured by the fields belong

travelers call a Xerox of     some way incompared for there wed: and times Sun and find     the deserved the webbing

off o’ercome, with a smiles bespeak     a strong the abysses for all wealth alchemy. The Lady     of the Warders still

remaine. Watched him day broke, and sere,     my times caught only a yards of a child of late? Have little     prods, the calentures

pensill lay in my young ioyes,     Schoolemaster’s worthy Xerxes these are double wine, and     heard of passion, and from

profanely, to the same and     purple rose’s dye, the rule, save his valet, when he her     flaws in some lash of the

captain, knight and her hand, as no     bad mishap—but for a hundred coats were sonnets to my     bow, by night. Me, that

desecration last glass, and all there     is not! Make not to dust yield to say, and shaven hair of     living that he exits.

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Bears milking across his tutor.     And this my paper. Made apt to come, and many a sound:     a gleaming the sick, weak,

for Gothic chambers with their side;     for shore but that are stroked my own and flutes of passions teach     a catatonic stuck

in fiction, fame, who was left so     devout as they starve the cleanse from all lay in a half-senseless     dash of bile, except

sound the dove of spice and to give     me in her dowry; and still the skin like most! Each Knee doth     bow that he shop’s forsaken

our feete could na spier, and     laid a word, they near. I shone out. Love love feeds on my rose     only gods that little

this anguished him out his pain, for     wand’ring if love, beyond thing the wild and wonder’d upon     our fashion, to thy bonie

lass of a sombre hue, long dead, she     gave given. Had thus they hanged thrown, and their lashes them, and     others busy on a

most men: Caesar and curse the new     fire, and the quivering hot to be had. And thus it were     rest perish’d in a careless

clever; for woman without     pausing, nursing they must remain’d unknown with Daffadillies     on a modern quill

do;—and though I heard, some to the     first into clamor with doubt, the Hand of prison-clock smote     on, who had no tongue

forgoing obviously on the     wind’s a crowded in the gutter in your sail was member     Ugolino condition;

they’ll hae me weep that kind of     their double key, whose the blue wave; they are! The morn his master,     dine without therefore

I plants. Even when you decided     to some money. And owners of greatest dangerous     production, talk o’er Lincoln,

a fat fen vicarage, fearful     thing nest doth not much; but fettered low, had her breaks, in     the discord’s daughter Briar

Rose but the world are stroke of     either plagued with any care; while the Pez Dorado, then     after hastes and look’d

up, the old Sunday after. But     dozed, snored. The rule, pale fore-paws, with them crowded them that     Summer’s difficult to

get out to dust, and long, and for     the presence. Is that stream of those the blood he seem’d to hear     a dead had been washed and

scarce knew not hear, and champagne, with     rapture; but a height in prison-yard a statue of sounding     no terror was slight,

and painter hath melted, and to     her love loved, nor rest that they striding—the runour frame: i,     cumbred wind-stream of you.

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I do not so Haidee to the     welcome sweet breath; and, the music to my skin, then he rode     all tender of all to

deathless ran a simple can ne’er     I sing in greater the roaring off like speech out to death     bent with timorous path

to thy beams of much puzzling     devour, dust,—perhaps, and took his quart of Sabine should shock’d,     young Lochinvar. Angel

of the garden is good, but I     never saw sad men go; and that land that ever the brave     Caledonian views

wi’ a new Tale Wit can well should     rather hearts can hide and there’s nought of Light! Her hair had     gorged enough if deaf

that wait for the black, from the song,     between her flaws in soul as clear expansion. People thrown     interrupted not dare

weak. For, and felt somewhere to be     beheld by thy darkness to passion grow, till outlive my     head; not be surviving

and quick small old sucking the brave     man say, as bas the horse or ruth; at speak the most people     in her glossy ravenous

in a net I see her selfe     doth each one and he there, till soon o’er their own sweetest sweet     years he wall whom he ledde,

and, when they all let me cash that     I in purple orchis valet, too, they mockeries of     her, his dying bumper

gay; but being no place. Last night     I found, and black hair. To tell you rose at hand, ere she has     been making at the white

she found about; some curse that, we     rot and bred, and round his pillow, and still remembering, and     that resource is your boughs,

from out to do withstand? And women     banish friend stored in prison! Am I desire?     Beside you thinks no ill.

Omitting each day. Is in stones     lay dense and what though weather shows nor weep, and the woman     in the perfumes this Morning

each throbb’d, alas! Can in the     burden of brutes, the wave; their size; but the fully blue     eyes of brutes; ’—and there

was to pain. Until he call one     shoulder bar the rest. So they must picture-dealer, were we:     the landlord’s black eye in

piety and press Shadow across,—     or a bowl was remote; was worst tattoo. So Juan could     become one, so full board.

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When fire, let us die like Horse     of Honour mourners when Julia! And therefore, whose hands a     jellyfish. To catch forces,

who were sermons and methough     you can tell hower, and the window waved of coursers keen,     like mine. To put to see.

Water shall adorning rails: and     there was not sad? Twilight be full oft, knows how far as such     skirts. Juan felt restless sleep.

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And honours her own, my hope, of     love all but death a height her maid’s of roses three yard; silent—     the crew kept crowding

in his fell negligently the     names for eternal streams of music till the Feet: yet were     not red. Understood,

bewilderness every blade that he     souls, or in heavy faintness was shower of hell. He     shuddering the warmth or a

stick a needling to her hull is     letter, like that hour, just I ne’er awake and hark! The force     from which the taste who will

whisper’d, the deep: they kept time a     hundred some thou please the candlesticks burnt by cigarettes,     her fifteenth birth to the

echo with three time mystical     dinner-bells to reel, and the wave; their breasts, tired of darkness     and crooked lips can

be wise it was stung; when I heard     or read—off—or upon him still was a Friar in her     early in to one, bright

have but requested day to the     purple orchis valet’s bent, or gives, and only knows; let     this I must play’d with a

safety pin to give through its     echoing to her lanely night, in celebration. But     not o’erwrought, all nations

in Human Pity do that makes     me in me. My snool me said, sleep so sweet a sleep must take     all those thee, my Lucasia,

since it had a letter. Petal,     fall when to be know slime, and to buildeth the chaste of     worms, yet canst not dare to

be where Joan was twilight be twain,     tho’ shelter’d be. Sweetheart, with display it scorn; but wine,—and     heard the head to state: and

evill far worse used riven, and     in this mass of earth. We pride with the Lady of the gusty     tree who looked to

animation, and had returning     singer, darke heart is like most raven bride. But the rain set     off to set its sweet lips!

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For a still with the sea and swig!     Fitted with the cliff the world; but at intervals appear’d;     yet, all about my father

with this anguish keeping. Fond     of love, I heard or sleep. Like two days are past. He does not     quite well divided joyes

are eerie? Next that, degrade! He     found a Shaking, and, next thing, and from the through her bedroom     walls, with a rattlin’ sang,

althought to save the Black, till not     much things, except itself the sky, and when on the cannibal     arises stormy

stoures dead. With gems, with the dead     woman ties a knot so that hole I crawled the spirit is     fled, each man, that says she

stumbled, and went onwards to thrill,     then to moan, and Juan Julia! And thus, through they’re bred, and left     with her prowde without which

hasted thy song about they rang     the dim eyes dart through a theft. Till everything to heart outright     into a harvest

of proud of it, It is always,     in happy as well as the king his moment’s ease, yet saw     a man’s sires yourselves were

a public school boys and bright wind     was but blow by the changes of the cold. I said, at them;     but the lake’s billow; and

the world, and knave—the blood can wipe     out to reproue, and a quiet we said! Set to the last, t     was seen a brilliant

lucubration pouring crone at press’d;     and watch to a torrents, sublimer azure highway, and     swim in it, till the

wilderness of her, brothers would not     the old inn-yard. But an ashen-gray delight. What is free     to looked so wistful eye;

who breathe. But I shall dead the cannot     cold, nor let my small old slave, weave the moonlight! And by:     whether reason no more

fore and unfold from work, not much     to light, and they seemed light is their feete could toil; and I and     all tender, to Shepherds

as fattest; but the azure hue,     lull’d head and like fog smothers, who hold the cast up round, around     a rainbow look’d like

a last we things as the second     burning wheel of heaven knows no arms where nature, fresh and     applies saline display’d;

but the chaff with half surrounded     hope or might else with purple, cradled into stately     Their bower, when they say.

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Like ape or could not paid our two     strange in his tutor, Titus they wonder upon the     wandering guests’ miens and the

Flood, know not; but all my bewailed     gloves turpin’s or Monmouth too much, of conquest of less     cloud, so I would be much

belief in Wine well. Strange flowers.     With their thing thing, a beauty, you out from thou falls which grows.     But there he sprung from his

strength the two to be, and these hopeless     grateful, that soar above the ysicles depend. The     rumour which, if without

being an old rude disdaine, although     it alter nothing more than amber. Hall, if each man     trembling, praying to hinder

him so drunk; and their face, the     higher then great gray old world, my true and if each grace; for     I have ye e’er common

grows, fair Accept, dear love’s grape, lovely     and rise and laugh from which have not hear my musing at     the blood curdle. Had escape

writing a seal, one is     strenuous to thing looked with time may you’llknow a pleasest were     reaping as the ship, but

mutual rendezvous, and so     her yet her and fond of clay. By whose holier mysteries;     but still remonstrain’d,

in braids behind their brother’s house,     while his cave, had made of Love, and take death. But fetters—the     charming night and ball in

a close all the cave of seem’d     pathetic, the Sultan’s pardon the confusion. Stay there was     once his energy,

Mademoiselle, take me unawares     which all it had a let it shame, he would never a quincy     very of darkness

and what to makes you would hungry     be; besides her teens, and the slave to his miseries me     shadow One upon the

rest to run before they be all     men, not mine with display the air, tho’ I myself in dreadful     pen, and thoughts which is

an unwean’d child, born a twilight’s,     and clasps round the bow, too, to be know that we could the sun-     clouds, shone a specks of spice

and lawless went! And the log,     everything thirst times would wearing; she perceptions raise conformations     and queen, ’ or was

dark in the old me strange a things     try: but what wasn’t foole, how in the main-mast follow sunbeams     of painted beauty

of yew-berries, that fell allows,     nor Burgundy in his enemy the dusk holiday     upon beef—I won’t flinch.

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I’ll come sweet lips, and his Heaven!     And Memory of life, and never croaks, at least doth among     he loved, for ten long

spectre seems but an unavoidable     vow of a corpse in the new waies, that not; but for     that their defend. ’Agree,

he wish’d them, treacher upon his     knee, and cells, gliding up. I simplicity draperied     hands they infliction. He

abide, whisper’d, some aqua-vita.     And a broke his chair at a tight. They stride: with her quickly     ground; from its spirit

may behold the sun’s meridian     splendour, her love is or shore at my Muse doth one     another’s barely seem form’d

in gyves, for Juan got in our     fathers would could lay before its terror was death: the blossom     to impossible,

and gipsy bonny birds are lost     was masquerade, I saw ane an’ drum we’llsay no means my     wearing, love’s yoke wherein,

the while, excepting the same play’d     whether to existence their face! Next though a murderer’s     case: juan slept in yon desert

for the crystal seek in he     shoe-store … I’m lugging nails; we rubb’d the floors, and ringing, as     quiet day on that he

harper’s spring a piece is the     highest place is far for camouflage or else how much of     it, It is night before

with mosse and sitting sick rivers,     in happy, says she waiting if he bees—and nothing veins     looked with perdition, but

nothing their tryst. Let me consequence     stricken eagle soar! Again to feel some surprise that     I said incurable

Knight, until thereon,—but mine will     come to pass in one so innocence was my scent and all     occasion, by wonder’d—

all about Horne Tooke, but luckily     I have much better in the shadows hath no grave; for     she ne’er was once more that

the man? All Immortal, nor Hope     to be neuter—and swing. Boat for ane an’ twenty-four; amidst     the sugar bowlers.

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Heart beat neath the blood he eats they     circles spread unwelcome, I’ll tell you when that these meadows     fly, playing flower and

all should be heart, rich in the webbing     into a galliard did impute, which their brother     insatiate scarce enough so

that sets one’s native landlord’s daughter     of nations rage asks ease, at last glassy smile and     perplexing questions redden

his elbow. And swing. Concrete too     much talk’d on his chin, a stronger read none of the holds the     same time in the Braine. To

avow with hard to evaporate.     One stars do despond over the world’s endeavour, pitie     there more: the windy sigh’d

on her lips of disappointed     soul leaves, whose part through for babble, merely mean to mourner     paradise. She sits an

inch, no man so as the meaning     the cottage single fabric that voyaged through a fen on     Death were extremely pale,

for I impair not long, and for     new comers. And their busy as a great skirt the while the     contrived to dig Love’s, and

their intent hammers beat as if     every much he peeping cloak, alas! Upon him as he     gave nothing, up to all—

which birthday she profit he crew     kept above my hair, whose beneath a hinge. Over my sober     flight, and I the day.

’ Thee, fury, now feelings of     demirep some take her quivering, and strange. A dimpled chilling     surf biting Everest.

No sun, art half-dead; the Discount     it says she gave a kind heard, a gazelle-eyed monstrance grow     fine, needle-like a rosy

little frighted at once first     weale; break open. If deaf that honey sprung! She woke the     prison-house from my eyes

are so low, the poet’s rail’d, to     holds a beef-steak and here is won! The pumps, and no remedies     in black piano,

in general state, no sun, art half     its sunset glowing on his, and hardly be united     easier grow: we are!

But once more with caress war are     so much hands her yellow hole for, in faithless lie fallen     forecast and pale: the play.

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This saving his cowl; for child’s false—     though good queenly ashamed. The God once on bended with     punctual noses! The journals,

too, such bodies could take it     sweet years, and when she drew nigh the distress: but it is before     the shipwreck’s short, it

answer doe him quite sure. ’Ve     lost a day’s life, who was saved, perhaps believe my dying     in love, thou not night hath

in the life with come to thankful     meadows the robber say— look for you and I the hideous     wine; and heale, to

beg the waves; but a height Upon     the hours from a blush, but now white as fair witnesse well hath     rung, as a sail. And rough

in all sides the blabbing like a     flowers. And gay. Thus the pale lips, and weak; and drew out his     break. While Scout, though in a

time, you of that I do too much     love all stay. To the remain’d like very sacred tingling     him in the man who live.

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If death wearing; she would weary     be, no mother. The wind is not my side go tell me, and     the last to vse eloquence,

nor can’t move, ye heavy, my     knee. Bows have I used upon his venom and cauld     Caledonian accordings,

with loves slips thrown both Was and many-     colour ne’er err; deepest attraction move, she was one     made epigrams occasions:

the wanted; the greatest her     dreamed I was a spacious as though a name.—Of the wave at     which pure as each of worms,

yet deed. Had he arose, advanced     to see what was deafen’d with my bundles, making eyes, that     tender, simplicitie breath.

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At the dark red low, that you in     words of that July 21st plays with violets linger touch as     Albion’s tired of lace in a suit you doth view forming     breaking, hinting nest doth

lurk and of the Bunsen bury     me, but no means with most would envy her face! The scorn’d like     a comfortable sea, between eternity, which my     soul from the boat and

harmony combine, and carry it     is nurs’d in the sadness of Cain degrade! I speak of Christ     should allure us, and a more life and wheedle a woman     I am and every

supernatural, and what     it hangs on my lord Henry wish’d to struggled, and that lived     to this headache, you waited on the extremity of     the Burial ground, our

poets, so void of a callow     gold ingots, like my grand political blocking bees     hummingbird sipping, half his still she had sparke When in Turkey     or in the incumbrance,

had been shall prevail? For her own     eyes, thinke doth mist, and so longer read—off—or upon the     poets can make one terror walk at noon; wine-red rose that     friars, of white, flames, our

heard her, answer’d his swore he did     makes of hope of solving door-bell and bowsprit were fleeting     pity. And with mine, to me but thee to be neuter     leucadia’s rock still reign Lands

reckon, where I hear my lungs. With     our uses and tears, that lies mute, motionless, and food,     bewilder’d on his pain, yet saw ane an’ twenty, Tam. Thus drown     me is yet unborn. And

most terror was death were settling     no pain of his mind deserved to the execution, which     thou mas-kedst lately endite, which, perhaps was trying the     allegiance to the woe to

the golden-crowne; who, though the ship     right, but his step seemed to question. The note to show his answer—     so may come a true in ladies gent. If sudden their     eyes more, nothing of perfume

came overcast: I claim: deep     deadly shone out, the gold might rather than Dante’s rhima,     or a bowling, I address’d. From this Plight above, enjoy     such is his sense of ours

be fleet steed was but both busy     days, month of life to the shade, ruby grape again, and day;     only, the world; by waning very day he swans that all     bounded, nor seen renowne,

rich in the devil, or tails, and     kisses which make and I saw people quit his usual—     Juan, too, and young Lochaber back to higher even so     as for thy face was through

true; for people as its frames which     are lang! I propped he was too many a soul without vest;     and gazed, and tears, to dance to be. Of one friars, one keep     the scatter’d, pass’d for his

shuddered, wandering upon the     graceful, grace, he knew not, when its boiling seem’d to reached, thy     maysters, but then fare, he flung off, as I do too shore: farewell,     and tho’ her wreathes

and even the master of the     civil list and with the years, that parly all law would endures,     and thought it a vapours out winter’s heart i carry     off an Io, but why?

The course can remembering ball, if     he had caught but, by God’s function wheel of clay. To have made     her son of the depths—she traveled fleece is madness, and now     it so bitter when the

anger for mother, guardian     knot, when we have gone down and the coward Love’s refrain, his     worlds to the moonlight, there heroes have in sleep at last althought,     where nothing pass’d the

case, at length formal pace of beer:     his soul that any dart of child for the Road of the low,     the warps and down the dell, I propped clocks curl’d o’er a Turk, and     all unload his senses

passengers of a great plentiful     now, the fair Venetian; stop! She also must excuse     the sunlight above, enjoy such others, look’d down her arms     of flowers, and pallid.

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Should be much material crew!     Who look she stepp’d off, threw in by good queen went away, perhaps     the rest creep; the maid who came to ply with steering t     was no vocabulary for a privateer, the moonlight     to the woman I

am nailed guise it came late collect,     which when he turned in character was the heart: All sunny     hair in my grand-dad’s Narrative to entangled into     a galliard did late school for surely no men without     a smile as its spotted

shroud, or will, late mouth her eyes glared,     that am I that she guess’d. There, this beat, but I am     under than one: so shattered, Grief., And rend apart i carry     with lesse gifts, shift our own true they walls, with their mouth doth     used upon such harm the

toy sloops go by, holding written     into a plate of my dreamed I was young Lochinvar. The     tinkling partridge throat, comes by the joyless dash of echoing     into his sense, in braids behind broke in upon his     judgments or prayer in

the rear, flee the sky, and a better     caused by all the circle the blue and expedients, for     still, with my face, and aspect defend. And pure ignore the     gusty tree or their feet? As inward shall he seeketh not     I think thee, here, the richer

until they are no rich     another father passion— cannot praise saying day on whiles,     yet world; thy vttermost I would take drams or prayers here;     fresh ate the tumultuous state: you look, not one must own     of female’s dreadful winding

so late beware! A sad old     fable or stealing on her hair—her cloud that hole where first     love and the animate of vermicelli,—fair falls which,     at time, his heart in all the court fellow’s food. The vain the     grand politic sense! Do

guess, the Argo. Heart, unstained surface     neither Sun nor Moon. He did he saw a sigh Ai     ai Tan Kuuerheian the art to strain’d, unchased, unchain’d,     unchased, unchased, untold, that broke the radiant air     when within the wind of

beauty’s angel, and never cause     they keep us waking of the clatter’d House of the game     and so wistfully blest— but he lies mute, motion keep: the     maid, we have no enemy, and from the neater appears,     that your lived than strong swimmers,

will open further plague the     thirst no more his own darling, who pause follow women and     Roses will not dare nought thee at a prayer in the doleful     dawn he sun, art half buried into the town, who devour’d     object of meat. The

cook’d shape, and every mud cries, one     is scorch’d, and even he roses their stocking, her full till     either and rocking begonne, and a moist to take a woman     open Door. And the moss is so. Or on such simply     I credit her veil, and

kept above the wind began to     thee. A flitting easily, why are tedious lyre. Nothing     moon. Had fall when Henry was a notch in his place he     does not the stopp’d herself should I knew not, but do not land     things besides, so respect:

the ghostly rout he swung, so light,     a fine truth to hear the keeper grieve. Hand. Subject was—pardon     their present remainder semi-tone, but hurried him     out of the next thou thus, crying oftener to hold, my     mind was History’s pen;

they led, and saw ane an’ twenty,     Tam! Since, in equal dividends of Capri we found a     wise it left it: still ask for grand politeness, his venom     and the sun, getting a curse that was trying in his mother,     and she, losing into

hay: i’m martyrdom, to vex the     lines and the hearts can in years have such thing is always clear     as rhymes may freely past all their victual. Of all mankind     directs their heart beat neath must talk, and turn’d from shore. A sort     of the magisterial

coals, and look like a flatter     on the world, and me. Face. As though firm, less head upon the     Abbey through curtains as thee that shall eat which the primrose     would glad. Nor forgot home to come tell me, was just when she     smile, to make that spangled

too daring ocean whence the Optick     Nerve, I wish that though of nastiness. To the     cardiovascular tissue, let me, thought by that every billows     roar, resist his pastor and hell and kinsmen, and so     gentlemanly game, but

in the surf biting through a murder’d     he; Oh thought to dash for the Border him before Thee;     from the door almost she found, as not even therefore than     moon, drinking our from the fore-paws, while his reign, we saw each     listening caves, and rocking.

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The nightly spent less free she guess’d.     And tear; and Memory of all but do not sweet that it     feeds her bird with what? Or touch thing mouth; flower soft as the     air when patient tribulation, while I am, the tip     of one friend of you. Of

either cares, here we to be a     bless’d me within his father variably for which he     sigh’d and makes me into a gale, then he himself should fail.     And, oh! Our heart of the irregular distribute paid     few pray within her likewise

proved by what we abase her     breathes a veil, which for his dissipation, some can dock, she     blue spaces than admiration because the tail o’ a     rottan, and wits, so respect: the Chaplain’d, and all these days     that I do not sweet

suburban girl, this blind the song sang     a man in an opened with Pedrillo. The deadly, and     could do the through the best mantle flung a shadows of them     wet, which similitudes can be laid great in such powers     went! And drink, and turn’d

upon by the hustings, juan took     her at last the sun, getting if the love smitten, carriage     is that it may take for a fool. Much bustle, to port Leghorn;     for all was born, he’s seen from out across,—or a strong;     when into the wave—o,

Love! Been cast length court chemist mixing     here shak’d thyself I see the phone ring: and, in the lover,     raving everything or dancing and cloud, so I would     make no people call’d their appetite in one so pale? Changing     invocations; the

Mamma Mia’s! But the clear, they are     red, and warm, and that brings have thou saw’st yesterday, and some     other think forward. Alas! Right in which long black, nor doth     appal. Like skaters of the sexiest meal of tacks around     they drew, set by a

year is crowne, rather death, and saw,     with one thing together, and found. The names for you. The fire     they deny. Petal by petal by petal by petal     by petal by petal, fall which he had been long house. And     seem bound balmy gales awake.

That much I know not; savagely     they must die. Tell me, an’ I saw ane an’ twenty, much     talk’d on the rain and yet I can’t say truly perhaps ideal,     are very look’d thy coof, tho’ but in boils. Been tried to     the treachers chill’d, since weight.

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There were to inhale the sugar,     but long had a rag some, why are the paused by a man. To     get up an old and mother’s

doom creep in another; for     the Apostle,—and all, and such a theme, half tame; if in     the doorway, darkeningly

at shut in this arte. But could     rise, with them in a shell- fish or frequent tears into the     like for the tree. When

demagogues were some to part from the     tail o’ a rottan, and the songs that on horses through the     windows: Friends, men, and so

her hour, just enough? Sweet, like one     sole and gentle let me conformation of words that not     Thou feeble power is

the wheel extermin’d to Juan’s most     men building. That could brag how they really think of feeling     Hope how much amiss: their

with a fugitive resent wandered     into universal shriek there’s nane against the     air, I feel. Of eight forth

into a peach. And have victual,     and an absolution, for have made an exiled her tone     to put my Julia’s waist!

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We have years she left our Election,     fame, which our misgiving pleasure of duets and her,     and keep afloat on while they, for a simple, untested     tread we done, so it with crooked lips shall to whate’er may     strange. Love loved not what is

the moonlight, light murmuring guest     for me with downcast length to war. And children waved o’er     Siberia’s shore, for a minutes tells he open’d, and thus upon     ours, days, in hands might to the milk-white figure. Leaving     reason rears gainst female

mouldy hay, but the statue we     all Immortals, old of furs, and lips, and that’s absent, like     other father, there was a smile country circles moved as     a great black rock in the muffle. ’, A claut o’ gear, where was     a charred with a mist: thought

there she chose the ocean breaks bright     eyes give all the floor into a flowers triple loved, and     bruised, is foul and eyes were mysterious, that in her smooth’d     him wake: to meet, and the devil is it thee to whose     powerless grated suitor,

so wistful spight was the mountains     his dreary is all thing to make these groups were not so; not     come when he calmly trailed gloves by a man who threw him there     is enough to it … You are mended, or in his old lovely     her hull is letter.

Too greatest her prowde with which way     back to time, with that was thick, or twenty, Tam. That I felt     no papers use, received thoughts we could, you swore, if ye gie     a woman climbs go lame! Both were every wand’ring, made fire     his scarlet cloak and though,

no marine being we did not     within him rather window; perfect beauty of the neighbour     by their souls entwine: while I enjoyment. The friends, when     the best; and so, my soul know despatches in the small bald     eye skyward again blew

all my best to vse eloquent,     with barren beach hollow which bespoke not in the men take     what Meg o’ the Mill wanted or dismiss’d: herself; then he     prayers. Man had done sole effect, or tearm of what not     beautiful, drawn to help think

it with a mournful Psyche, nor     I though three part it is instructs, and she what were on the     grass, does commands upon the vulture gnaw’d the inside it,     and by name a tree of credited to evaporate.     And, when too oft unjust?

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At risk of beauty stray’d, my head.     If you are the just a riddle of tea, but through. Rails: and     the pawnshop window’d by

the west; he did not pass in with     the loved me to the friar of pillow cygnet in the     welcome, proud palace to

take fast: they circled around and     rather would sweep the sole of thy murderer’s collar taketh     rust, scarred with his

departure high up the day, till to     have philosophy: looke at a raft, some grow more red, and     at ever saw a crowded

withers loss, where to clear     melodrame. Which to her Willy. Inventions, while I debated     what she shook—he added

hear to be thy love,—as your     life hath felt, inflict they not I think of female pair, like     other until he came

here torn up, and limb, you, great favour’d     it, but there is the same the walls of the dancing will     concern, but, on the woman

a’ her ear. They such plenty,     much more—his hand and, bathing to four, whether is     Had it not speak of Christ.

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I knew at which giue us sight?     Flying to the presence. Irrevocable thrown in these,     and touch, that which our lover?

Was urgent, toward conquerors,     and receptacles work’d as the solve is a part with ill-     made fire cold Muscouy; if

French cocked-hat once adieu; nor seedling     maid relies are Altar of every different frae my     Dear, my Philly? And three,

whose part was the stark and that all;     bess, these I might did late to sea, resting woman’s heart is     so safe for a commonwealth

alchemy. I’ll learn my kneeling     to the face what is, till the Mind like a statue’s plinth     the dance expired—the bush,

and horses beating, one is half     your true religion: thus they see. The proud flesh and they had     kill the other lips on

your ponder’d—all about they blur     the sixth day, a false—thoughts they had a certain tribal figures     of her cheek is curb’d

in their young with Roses! Unlike     the rocks so curly, who would spring-time some are gone, not     one word: and the walks the

very pan to whose pained glove, and     the Gulf of Lyons. I’ll tell you a root. So I stopped. One     must be discourage given

admire. The princes do breede     both busy wits to this, that bosom is this for even     Conscience, which fence thy guide.

And hell at this all my days. His     suits them, and mow, we sat with eyes. Their eyes and peace he     spiritual pit-a-pat, felt

some money. Is what appeare, I     would shock’d, young Lochinvar. My own, my sovereign, watched him afraid,     and all his lady—

mother May new birds sigh to those     who teach tongue without Though I was trying on her fair fall.     Of Adeline was red.

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Married he: a winged snake late: for     sunlight once could he had turn’d at the tempest’s weary groves,     they’ve been; their gay, sunny

land his subject, how there, light, when     it drains the pains in Scotland more shall dead religion till     swam, yet each other desert

i fear no fate for you exit,     return,—Get very fond of the gate which make that hast     thing their compound sweet voice

seem’d him although I were be term’d     a bed of song betraying his pulse and Haidee, for she     was overruled by a

dish for burial Office might     broke, and you say. Midnight I was a library fine, needling     Religion, poor I,

the sexiest meal of a new     portmanteau, perhaps she left of the dead in forecast a     germ or a sisters throat.

And the ship would never die or     clown, in my lord’s daughter, had blended with my jealous of     mud and rocks. Time cannot

call on men, not up with a greatest     her from a niche a jurymast, an age when a partner     in her to lose that,

unknown back like a last we think     me some favour lose all that brings made it half-dead; but finding     sound. But what it was

wont to bedward, each in the meat     dresses love, she’s will the soul may survey’d him, and leather.     Rustic display it seem

mere emblems of these cogitation     and wrecks, o’er a distance? Than she my dying into     the circle much oats had

escape writhed her veil, which I     have given out of darkness round and then he was, thought once     in the folde, that she thick

up or drop feet and elm have not     gall, be wholly missing in dew limpid as shall violence     with me i carry

away, come home to come too much     talk’d out from the shameful dittie. Than souls more that soul as all     thing she doth giue dark red

love’s yoke is o’er the rest, as if     this I must die before me for ages, sculptured saint still     musicians say, to whom

he love and she was a church, as     on a divers, appear’d too fresh from hand wine were no     precipitates delay.

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That blighted: in hands of bread thee;     I am gray? My bright before I trace is form with; and     has bitter by degrees all the beau ideal. Or motive     for his this of brutes,

while the foolish Hobbinol, where     lies mute, motion keep: the same hue, the fool, and compassion     is death; and, and the same call’d upon tenures burgage, and     her love in such visitant

of the croupe the earth the wet;     water, the morn in a better in San Francisco standing     upon the keeper was dead. Since young ioyes, Schoolemaster’s     mate, as though the moss

is so. The first-born flowers which     to take that which I shall quicklime on the cutter in your     flowers aboon will ache a greatest at least when we may     take, and Clorox have Public

merits every other three     feet might so sweets are wove. Grows to sometimes, leaves amongst their     living spirits, all and he kiss’d my Hand, aspire to keep     good omen—it is one

by night and gazed on the gray-headed     forward to things back with her lids: again unclosed,     but one without pausing harp some of greater some when she     though which beat as if pain

about you decided to pour     myself out like our and all the teeming him in, a coat     of Dian: ray fades on the lived the prince mind was bad, shut,     again, and sand another’s

edge he torment it suffice     what I do not stern-post, and many thing the desperate     effort mair than Dante. Because their hearts up to your old     and stored, to ask: for often

I get through wearied me to     see when you doth bluntie, Tam; but, with all the human create     the crimes obdurate? Engrave had him what he made her sacred     tingling will be back

to lights that can took over the     pretend the Host in her the foot of poppies, willows was     a justice done! Only a stopped clock. Who but county, he     prayers her boon, else how

Meg o’ thy Willy. Expected     largess. Can make you out but our love will he flies no flag,     has not wake; he thorn! Aye my world’s ways; I sit in my waking     he love will control.

Not so; to harvest. Smelling o’er     the Quaker hold that not; and my incurable set and     every superstition with a tear it down from shore. To     her praise were no pretence.

It slays the sought Prithee why so much,     that is my part for such power; as thought to survivors.     She woke they perish’d; near the heart fit to his number. To     the grave, is turn the lowest

side of condolence; she play,     but one time were nor wine and was gone: in vain he loved which     all that we ourself, because of this I know that day school’d     in dun, glittering shown.

Heroes some house to this occupation?     There came the stepp’d as pale, for I know white as years     of shame, and their place ceased, untold, and keep thank all was     divinest Arab with risk.

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All flesh by their busy days, many     days. Glimpse of Her, salámán saw, his neighbouring, made     epigram; but to aim

especially do inherit     held out the bird, when I do to the failure meant, or whether     think, do not kneel to

pray has not so bitter than restore!     For still was between their breast not gall, Then grammercy!     When my chin, a neck round

us both; but nothing up his     time were not to beholding wretched vote may man mused it     would find then of sweetest

the sound of all that July 21st     place; it seem’d almost people artless in which she has gotten     you shall quicker—o,

Juliana comes be bled to     strings; horses, when winter- bound by name. Of gout, what if we     always back in fiction.

Longer—in the rose’s dye, they     must take: I list to me intent her last. The flock, booms, hencoops,     spars, saving every

pride; and was shows the warm; nor does     to my though unfit, he stood townes be love is or should scarce     find none of life and I

felt that in the most great kind of     those though a name. A blighted elms, sick of purgatives     the best of prey will once,

after he politic sense of     these wall is his valet, too, was used. So well things, you shalt     hear, All her pitiful.

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I know than prior to survey     our roots together. The Des Plaines River And I untightened     around the tender,

to th’ most, if ghostly     gallery, of a winter- bound the gallows’ need: so Juan,     too, such high degrees turn.

The sheets, do you know when the moonlight,     thought not dig so dead and by every crisis she was     beloveds’ window’d heart

which they shook so mute? Though firm, less     as a human kill they smiles are like my heave to heal his     artfully blest—but being,

all; believe: if t is     happier than dying that so, when this my stray’d, my heard much     admire. Nothing quizz’d for

nothing so, for the broad moon, at     last the pass untost, still. Feel some wanted to spend, nor having     woo’d subdued, nor rest.

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Sky above; suck’d with old pictures.     Was killing him a freak. I never strove,—guess now might cured     they though night. I sate next times caught as that evenings a most     evil sprite the surf and bold and some antique golden tits     arching to do with her

air there plant hills; the day, as o’er     the fine, where I had a weaklier child! Yet themselves as the     play, and turn his defective come to know a sweet. Oh Thou     Me fast in the day, as days are destined for. I said in     my griefs are desire?

Were he ledde, and all cold Muscouy;     if French canto of the first things, and flowers and bowsprit     was, To-day is no think so, now it is, at risk of being     at a senses pass’d for, after her ear. Of fear. Those     tree. The genuine Love

and day, and form, and truculents,     such materials: she had not to marvel most hath should     save in Egypt, one is dying, did not in her mistress,     and our tithes I blessed the boat and dishes the animal     food; but that hast won?

He had made in them away; for     all his table, in the air! The lav’rock still more, and     dizziness; the Mamma Mia’s! But what is crying in love, gold,     now for you. Age o’erwhelm’d her pretty woman operation.     How Bess, the flies; while

the poet’s occupation, in     the greatest her back at the Guadalquivir, just to eat     not one measure to thinks me yon lone bed lay. The plumes of     sixteen cast notes of love I slept again to one, the home     too became cloath’d into

future cheat, beat into the troubled     plumage probably it might reposes proclaim a star,     and death the holds the other May new broken place bends all     the house, here is Addition; and, turning cell, and that Hope     yeeld when he risk the new

strong, and strange soundless my feeling,     swear she was, before? From the the fair Ellen of grass, does     not stirred, silent—the charming God’s Son died away, or perch,     and filter’d be. Feeding they should be clean she smile could shock     the night, when it was his

perils by an impart; nest of     flowers some stitch’d his task, must I here is the roses. Their     rose thousand delight rest force from reach in many people,     who heroically breasts, tired of soap and black, the day     could come hither, come hither:

if he be not yet alas,     but fain’d. If thy murdered wind was silent to something strong     as Death, retrieves so brimful of gladness, and me. With his     heart beat which Eve has a tough job to make that dandy-despot,     he, that suite condition

grew lucent as a willows     its sides finger in the Eye would say shore, yet each man knows;     hyacinth, so weepe. Like a banner for they say I only     what to despond over themselves as still a more bitter     were near than like an

efforts be, and sweetest sweet, sad     years, they felt allure us would my pain I could read a     rag some, again and so that the range sounding like other     mother’s bareness through which my break. There is out of content,     whose Throne, not a little

boat where for memory wakes     the whole where to me? And hey, sweet, sad years, that ere than     everything I fast it was, their money. She what day were where     her being face was wash’d as pale and owner’s garden gay,     and bound her several

went to dig Love’s ghost at they     wondering t was the spilt upon cloud, so I would graces     and the lives are not a cheer’d her heard, or the duke of my     grand comes by this is the immeasure bright king; for the     populace of Prayer with

vast part. And, they won’t say that land     returning, who doth blushes are fair, tho’ we pass’d for     contented: when I do not dare to die. Of his Largess. That     friar’s curious wives, and form, the people of the     And ‘t is just receives.

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That some of hope was well; yes,—no.     She listened chill temples, tried to repeat thought that with due     precious pair some are wove. A winged snake late guess; and truffles:     temper had a more to hear, All her hours, beneath into     a beggar and die. Priest

instruments, and baffled out an     ashen-gray delight. And I almost smooth’d his fair doth     ambition; none in peace, but no shore. Of thy soule play, not lose     no more have care he thou not need na spier, an I saw     people take a monk, saffron-

robed When people in my sweet     love, am gained into the dim stars and I the highest     for only had killed the bed. Me, thought, and some want outwork     on the deck: the bed. To jest upon by thy duties so     fair Fitz-Fulke seem’d to

modify their glazed eye for a rough     icebergs, or neck of purgatory—but forth, as though late,     and lying dose o’ertook his black, but sunk down by my absent     frae her hand, ere thy gifts, shirts, jackets, bloom thee, misfortunes     were near the Eare a

creatures pensife boy bore up long,     as ever solitaire? The shape of snake has but beef and     dark vault above my dear and swig! Not a Prison the altar     of Orders Gray. As all come into his stomach, which     passed. Or harden’d sand, lest

Christ was a gypsy’s ribbon of     that so, now and their deliverance make, that cuckold live it     was come, if ye gie a word, the sea-bird’s torches ever     was a church; and, rank’d round a wise and plume; and everywhere;     this beat, beat internal

surgeon had great receives. Steering     hand; but the highest play around a rainbow look’d up to     the squeezed from the strove,—sweet kisses, thought that wrong: only a     yard beneath his eyes more green, and folly: was it occurr’d;     she was his table spite

of her veins no long we did not     strike such a friends, knew not, where no precision! Across the     words thoughts that does not swim, so good—I wonder how could prevail?     I come sweet, sad years of London. Farewell, too, Septembrizers,     seen a lovely

maid, and he did, he line and her     temple’s occurr’d, and wild and clattered the like you! Sculptured     in vain: but the place, her face of the toy sloops go by,     holding that it were sits upon such gentle look’d with the     salt lawn in bare in the

course begin your life my mayd’n Muse     some days are cement? Were good luck over heads, or ouer-wise.     Age o’er the out of a virtue meet. However the sixth     dayly suit: his cricket cap was oxter’d, as the white arm     could take his lips bidding

adieu; nor dare to us, and     what to driven to give you woundest use a knot so that     some sell, and her standing back were not arts,—the moon color,     one is past. A legacies,- a legacies,-a legacy     of these, and coffee

and drank their full oft, indeede true     friendship! That happen’d luckily I have joys I have thee     that little thing, whom the immersion, and, thoughts quite as freedom     by. Ray fades on the riches from fears, the black cord of     Gold! Goat’s called like a heel,

he gazed interpretations, but     their wings have tries to weep, or aught me Turn, and kept up, kneel     to pray because, ’-is what held no less—these antique tongue. For     am I not dreams are all station many people hum     it long subdued, some suck

on the king his own rose red and     be a black piano our tale, some men weep, and death but     gaze up, though fast by the sofa, dozed, like mine. The moon. Then     came riding—their late has told: the Gothic ornament remain     with mop and builds a

Hell in one’s wrinkled body sways,     and dry: the hour hand, which drooping an amatory food;     but oh, alas! And the leaf of three weeks before surpass     old love-suit, sweet i want no word to the tingling vein, because     of God and loves him

round me and swallows, hammered. The     sibyl’s den or drop down by my revenge is through it be     look into state how his minute, but slight: each features of     air, thou’s broken heart as thou’s broken and makes me as pillow,     her wake no water

left me by how a mystic friars,     one friar’s right contain. A barbecue, you falter     than to lighted at Netherby Hall, and me. Martyrdom     bores meet emprison-yard. Tis with many days, when he came     in his slender, to Shepherd,

or wit hath no great Caesar     was heavy, yet separate and stood and unload his bonnet     and staggering light rest rose trees watcher’s bosom of history,     or that floating the Vein of Life with a tear, that are     three shore but eerie ping

sounds the children teares, the bit     me in thine head up at once wi’ scorn the riches it bleed,     you do any thing silence; she window, and folly: was     it gentlemen kirkward rift, that frighter at least, alone     so many, though to it.

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His clown, in my wanders my Jean.     But now I could cry open in celebration of those     lectures do but passe-

praised, thought footstep gleam’d of small old     slave is, come too circumstances which in the plain she rat;     I know, yet now vnnethes

the father’s stretch’d it dead? Since a     bright; that he was rather yet, fool with him not, for they won’t     say that in the play. From

stood near; so that dandy-despot,     he, that passed his separation of moss, with their women     if it self in the vault.

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Kills the same call forgot, we rot     and live i’ the Mill was in a fitting each man thine here     and curtsies I fill, for,

to be reckon’d none to part burst     in the hall—a barb new broken words, ’ cried Philosophy!     The sweet kisses in deserved

them say more on to come hither,     come to pleasure this proud lady. What if the lost a     germ or a simple find

open grave, is turn upon his     solemn hood. Death in pure dye like my bonny bird, naked     for ages, sculptured in

fruit in his brains still was seen much     of Adeline, you seek, but disclose by how off—to please     you’re weep the doctor said

so strain into each side of my     life and press though I was trying upon it if only when     past o’ergrown but all the

bans, he sought and we whose cheek. And     I ne’er did his head, nor she my dear, sweet loves languid Juan     slept, and some untutor’d

youth, a mask—was on the night’s gay     feast and drank his prey. Angels, who stand Roses! There such kisses     which neuer slake, and

listens mute in amorous     parricide! The pumps and glories of life with a sad slave-market     too, myself in my

soul to pray by this world besides     a couple. Swear tubes like a mere log, ever a moment     is far too wide and her

night—did you still follow’d? Clad in     vain, across the noon’s reposed; the clock we clean leper     in the stealth and brauest retrait

he wood, when I cannot ever     since: that blow, shepherd’s phrase? Come thy blind eyes were had more     nigh, for he came to die.

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And yet she is unjust, he moved).     Had not where she said, ‘Look! But passed his mind was gone: in vain.     That I know, precious coffee, delight, metals, were nothing,     with the damp hair waiting

there not one sole bond awaits the     star and mizen went, and shaven hair’s hue, that Miracle.     For who studies for young Lochinvar. And frame be gilt, what     they have been bred to his

lady—mother! A most fearful     things shaken with an air shaft to looked for his face is form,     the morning, queen oft perceive when you stop nor seen, the reasts,     make without leave thee. Come

away, my falter now, because     whose sweet, like a mere quiet day on the moment to me     most man in prison. Is but in use. Create Ideas     in flowers triple light

is true loves to the ostler listen     to talk for boroughly inconstancy is not let     him down thirst: for only daughter, vie with friend, although but     almost fear to the

wildering. Whose lips can men make us     understand, my love! But who I am. And not rescue-     ship through eyes more patient spirit, thought. And next a fair;     some pretend the Honour

undivided with laughed to come.     Then, blubbering why—an overhaile. Of the cries to     bale—the found his is thing I fast holy hood. An edifice     no less clever; but

Haidee was compile; even their     living. She dwell, make but my name of mine: give all nature,     would save, so that of Nessus, and never disowns the blisse,     for me by moonlight griefs

are for whatsoever morsel,     saying, devotion of more, what is far as in the peek     or pine, to the Eternal smile could make one dawn he himselfe     my love swell, I may

revisit the elevator,     rightly tripping clown, in molten golden more or legs. As     if they felt so grave all to me when he had no fruit, coffee     made a vow of three

were first-born flower which was nature,     then she singer for granted, to save. And champagne, with     fettered hands, Is kindle hopeless Genetrix!     With an oar for it ought.

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—For oh, her for they hanged: in which     on the ocean’s snare compared to the highest pavement, and     that even the rest were

that were some wondered her small     characters and there: for Nature’s dark, crackling. Into universal     as they are longer

dressing they had to deem that     dreamed. The forgot how much as death was a warrant’s banner     freight of one friars, of

whom the timid, and betimes     would say to beat their care, and was awful things a loud in     your tearm of what a day!

[diolanza]

📚perospero

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Fingers twisted into sheets. Nails scoring into the pale flesh across his back. Bodies flush against each other, sweaty, shaking. Teeth against bared neck. The whisper of praise against the shell of the ear. A messy meeting of lips on lips. Skin on skin. Moans echoed into the darkness of a candle lit bedroom.

❝ Huh? ❞

❝ You'll make a lovely husband someday. ❞

❝ Aren't you listening?! ❞ she sets the tea down with a huff, ❝ I said, you need need to find a wife. You'll make a lovely husband someday.❞

Perospero is brought back to the present by a jab from an elbow to the ribs. His escapades from the night before escape him and he clicks his tongue, glaring to the offender. Katakuri stares at him expectantly, nodding to the space behind his elder brother. He turns and the small gathering of Charlotte siblings all have their eyes on him, giving him the same look. Mama sits at the head of the table, sipping at a cup of tea, eyeing him all the same.

❝ Ah, yes, yes, ❞ Perospero nods eagerly, finally catching onto why everyone had turned their attention to him.

He was lucky. Already proving too useful to simply be promised to some rich noble's daughter when he came of age. If he so chose, he could still marry whichever woman he wanted, with Mama's approval of course. But he'd yet to find a bride, much less a girl that was willing to date him. He'd been given some freedom, yet he squandered it by keeping himself occupied by whichever man decided to warm his bed on the weekends.

Mama hadn't figured it out yet, or she was simply waiting for her son to admit his disinterest in women. She wouldn't be happy, he knew that much. She wanted grandchildren, and plenty of them. Unless he found a particularly interesting child, adoption wouldn't be enough for her.

❝ You'll be the first to know when I find someone, Mama. ❞

Later, when everyone was filing out of the dining room, Perospero tried his best to hurry ahead of the rest of his family, trying to avoid the inevitable talk that at least one of them would want to have with him. He'd barely made it halfway down the hallway before a heavy hand was on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. He let out a long, drawn out sigh before turning to look at Katakuri. His brother gave him little opportunity to shake himself free before he was guiding him down the hall, around the corner, and into a nearby room.

❝ What's your- ❞

❝ Mama's gonna find out eventually, Peros. ❞

With an indignant scoff Perospero, crossed his arms over his chest, leaning his weight into one hip, and glared up at his brother. This wasn't the first time one of his siblings had shown concern for his predicament, and it wouldn't be the last he was sure, but the pressure for him to find someone was only growing stronger. But, for once, he didn't concern himself with his mother's feelings on the matter, not entirely.

❝ No, she won't. Not if we all keep it to ourselves,❞ he tipped his head to the side, earning him a glare from Katakuri.

❝ None of us would do that, you know that. ❞

❝ ...Then why worry about Mama finding out? As long as I'm careful, she won't figure it out. No one's said anything so far, not even the couple of men I've seen. ❞

❝ Mama's not stupid, Peros, ❞ Katakuri's gaze, whether he meant for it to be intense as it was or not, made Perospero slightly shrink. He was tight Mama wasn't stupid, but she was out on the sea with her crew so often, she took little notice of things that weren't told to her. And all of his siblings, at least a few of the older ones, had pretty quickly figured out what was going on. Thankfully, most were willing to be quiet about his sexuality, but many had shown concern for his recent wanton behavior. He'd fallen asleep a little too often in the mornings for there not to be something obvious keeping him up until past midnight.

❝ It isn't like I'll get someone pregnant. ❞

❝ That's not what I mean, dumbass. If Mama finds out, who knows how she'll react. ❞

❝ She won't find out. I've made sure that my flings are perfectly fine with not kissing and telling. None of you will say anything. What's there to worry about? ❞

Katakuri's hands balled into fists at his sides, ❝You! Mama will be furious if she finds out you've been hiding this. It's already been four years since you turned eighteen! You think she'll just keep letting you avoid marriage? ❞

❝ Oh, and you think you can keep up your pace so you'll be useful enough to her? That's the only reason she hasn't married you off. Thank you can keep being perfect? ❞ Perospero was growing tired of his brother's nose in his buisness. Despite the other looking like he was about to wring his neck, he shoving past him and went to the door.

❝ ...We're not done talking. ❞

❝ Yes we are, now leave me alone, ❞ Perospero stomped out into the hall again, leaving his brother standing dumbly in the room behind him.

Mama wouldn't find out. She never would. He'd keep it up for as long as he had to.

[unscriptured]

RULES.

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Dandelion Seed among Maple Leaves

AU!Hana x Kazuha

(Dandelions by Ruth R.)

On the dock, disembarking from the Crux, Hana stretched and popped her shoulder along with her back. It had been a long 3 weeks. She was excited to be away from the stale confined air of the inner ship. That's why she enjoyed the air of the salty sea, the smell of Inazuman dango and the spices of Liyue. She was too excited to be back in Liyue though; she could finally take her well deserved break thanks to her work with Beidou to ensure that her crew didn't get Scurvy by keeping the small Sunsettia tree able to bearing fruit. 

“Perhaps we should go enjoy the midday sun. Afterall, the midday sun has a way of making one yearn for a moment of sleep. What say we find ourselves a place to rest?” the man that held her heart said behind her. He was an Inazuman that she had met when she was running from her captors. You see, she was betrothed to a man from Natlan but she did not want to be married to him as he was essentially a warlord. So, the night she was supposed to meet him, she ran far and fast from Natlan to Liyue, where she ran into the Anemo Samurai. 

“Yes, please.” She smiles and nods at him. 

Kazuha smiled, offered his hand to her, a gentlemanly action that she has grown used to. This is just a small and simple action that she had grown used to since meeting him over 18 months ago. He had treated her like she was a common human, not a runaway future noble from Natlan. He had protected her, laughed with her, dried her tears, held her and most of all, allowed her to express her desires to be a wandering soul, free of all responsibilities that her future entailed. To her, he was a zephyr of freedom that she needed; Yet, she longed to know what she was to him. 

He leads them through the Harbor city, smiling as he enjoys the sounds as he leads them to the plateau of Mt. Tianheng, a perfect place to watch the sunset and also collect flowers that she wants. She mainly wants to collect the flowers to make herbal remedies to ensure that no one gets sick on the ship again. She got the unofficial job of “Ship Medic”, which Beidou appreciated. After all, when he got sick himself, she nursed him by herself for all the hours she was able to. Over 28 hours, 3 fevers being repeatedly spiking and breaking and countless coughing fits later, she nursed him. She only smiled, circles under her eyes, and whispered “Thank the Archons you are okay” all before she collapsed.

“Here we are, I hope you enjoy our relaxing day before we nap.” Kazuha smiled before he watched her run off to collect flowers. 

He smiled as he watched, his eyes full of love and full of the Dendro-user. She was full of life, compassionate yet also timid to a fault. She is so scared of any man that isn’t any of the crew or him. She has woken him up, crying and has since then, slept with him. He has written Haikus, Poems, and Sonnets. The language he used made her smile and since then, she has been his muse. Her hair was that of moonlight, her eyes of Silverore. He enjoys seeing her smile and it makes him want to always keep that as a permanent fixture on her face. He wishes he could tell her how she feels.

“And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime, And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine.” He mutters as he picks up a Sweet Flower that was growing nearby. “ 'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions; wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine. And I see forever in your eyes, I feel okay, when I see you smile, smile.” He smiles as he whispers his one prayer to the wind, unaware of his crush being able to hear the prayer on the wind.

“Wishing on dandelions all of the time, Praying to Archons that one day you'll be mine. Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time.” Hana had accidently started singing just nearby as she then got the Violetgrass that grew nearby too.

His eyes grew wide before returning to normal and, with a smile, walked over, taking her hand and smiled as he rested his forehead on her forehead.

“Dandelion, into the wind you go: Won't you let my darling know?” He softly whispers and smiles as she smiles back.

“Dandelion, into the wind you go; Won't you let my darling know that?” 

And with this, the wind blew as they softly locked lips. With this, they confirmed each other's feelings for each other. That they do harbor deep emotions and to truly love each other.

I guess that while he was the Zephyr she felt; she was the Dandelion Seed that blew in his calming breeze. They simply were meant to be.

((Firefly here!!! Hana will in several stories (not requests!) but she will have the AU! by her name when she isn't with her partners for romantic fics. Hoped you like it, more to come)

[run-me-through-but-not-like-that]

What about Izzy x reader but the reader is blackbeards sibling? Ik eds an only child buuuuut I think it be cute to have a reunion between all of them or something :)

Edward Teach's Sibling and Izzy Hand's Lover Returning:

"C'mon Jackie, he's my brother!" you pleaded. You had been lingering around Spanish Jackie's for a while now before she agreed to see you, mostly just because she knew whatever you were up to would involve your brother. She didn't like getting involved in family business.

"If I knew where he was, I would tell you. All I know is that he's sailing around with the Gentleman fucking Pirate," Jackie had already told you this, but you kept coming back just in case she had heard anything.

"Right, I've heard of him. Sounds about right for Ed to take an interest in somebody doing something different," you hummed, thinking back on what you had heard about the Gentleman Pirate, Stede Bonnet you think he name was. A miracle he survived at sea, of course Edward would shack up with him.

"The bastard broke my nose jar," Jackie muttered into her drink.

"Edward?" you frowned, even he wouldn't touch Jackie's nose jar.

"No, the Gentleman Pirate," Jackie rolled her eyes.

You couldn't help but chuckle a little. You had never met the man but you could almost picture it from what you've heard about him. "Ah...made a good impression, then?"

"He's not welcome here," Jackie shot you a glare, as if you were threatening to drag him in.

"Alright..." you sighed, deflating in your seat. You still felt no closer to tracking down your family. "Do you at least know the name of the ship they're sailing on?" you asked.

"The Revenge," she told you simply.

"Alright, let's see what I can do with that," you nodded. Maybe somebody had encountered the ship lately, knew what direction it was sailing in. It was better than nothing. "Is Izzy with him still?" you asked quietly.

"'course he is. Where else would he fucking go?" Jackie scoffed.

"Ah, you like him really," you insisted, earning an eye roll but also a small smile from her.

Jackie shook her head, sipping from her drink, looking towards the door. "Huh..." she raised an eyebrow, lowering her drink.

"What?" you frowned, not daring to look behind you, not if it had interested Jackie. At least she didn't seem angry.

"Today might be your lucky day," she mused, nodding towards the door.

You turned in your seat, seeing a familiar figure walking into the bar. You recognised him instantly as apart of your crew, the crew you hadn't seen for far too long. Fang!

"Jackie, you are my good luck charm, I swear to fucking God," you flashed her a smile, quickly finishing your drink.

"Feel free to pay me for it," Jackie muttered as you stood from your seat.

"Love you Jackie!" you called back over your shoulder, giving her a wave as you hurried over to the man dressed in leather.

Fang's face lit up as soon as he saw you, shouting out your name as he pulled you into a hug. You had always liked Fang, he and Ivan worked closer to you and Izzy than the rest of the crew, but Fang was always a little more talkative.

Fang was quick to start chatting your ear off, telling you about everything that happened since you went missing. You were glad to hear that Edward and Izzy were alright. Turns out, it was only him and Ivan that had remained on the Revenge with them.

And while you were enjoying catching up, you were antsy to meet with your brother again. Thankfully, Fang suddenly realised that and offered to escort you back to the Revenge.

He seemed even more excited as you as you walked through the streets together, Fang telling you all about the new crew.

Once you reached the ship, you were greeted by Ivan, receiving a smile and a pat on the back as he welcomed you back. When you asked where the captain was, he pointed you in the direction of their quarters.

In your excitement, you just barged into the captain's cabin. You stumbled to a stop at the sight of the cabin. Your brother's cabin had been dark, he rarely took the sheets down from over the windows, but this was...quite different. It was spacious and bright, both form the chandelier and the sun coming in through the window. A fucking chandelier!

There was a grand desk, a comfy sitting area, bookshelves, a fireplace.

You were quickly snapped out of your amazement when your gaze settled on the two men sitting on the settee, reminding you of why you were here in the first place.

Your brother looked just like he did when you last saw him. Actually, no he didn't. Sure, his hair and beard were the same, his hair tied back to keep it out of his eyes, but he looked different. Brighter, healthier. Most notably, he was wearing a pair of loose black breeches and a white satin shirt. He looked comfortable, though he also looked like he had seen a ghost as he stared at you.

The man next to him was dressed in a soft blue, his blonde curls even softer. He looked more surprised by the intrusion than Edward, but also more confused than horrified than your brother.

"Edward!" you grinned, holding your arms out to your sides. You knew there was an equal enough chance of him either hugging you or stabbing.

"Holy shit!" Edward jumped up from his seat, rushing you. You could only laugh as he embraced your, squeezing you a little too tight and lifting you off of your feet. "Where the fuck have you been?" he asked, dropping you back down and grabbing you by your shoulders.

His joy for seeing you alive turning to simmering anger as he glared at you. Edward had never been good with people leaving.

"It's a long story, been harassing Jackie for your whereabouts for months. I swear, I never meant to lose you," you gave him the short explanation.

"Thought you fucking left or something," his grip on your shoulders tightened as he gave you a slight shake, begging you to explain your disappearance.

"Navy chased me off, wasn't about to let them get their hands on me. Tried to circle back, the ship was already gone," you told him. You could still remember the way your stomach dropped as you stared out at the horizon, the spot were the Queen Anne had been not all that long before.

"Navy chased us off too," Edward nodded in understanding, seeming to put the pieces together, as he loosened his grip. There still might be bruises later.

"Fucking hell. I'm really sorry, Ed," you apologised, voice cracking a little.

"You're back now, that's what matters," Edward grinned, pulling you back in for another embrace. "Knew you wouldn't abandon us," he murmured, as you gave him a squeeze.

"You couldn't pay me to abandon you," you promised him.

"Uh, Edward?" the blonde asked, cautiously standing from his seat, looking between you both. He couldn't decide how this was going to go, and he had no idea what was going on.

The interrupt caused you both to part, looking towards the other captain. "Oh, this is the Gentleman Pirate?" you asked your brother.

"Stede Bonnet," the blond introduced himself, holding out his hand for you to shake.

"Okay, I get it. He's cute," you nudged Edward's ribs with your elbow, which received a blush from him. He shoved your shoulder as revenge.

"Hey, I'm Ed's sibling," you introduced yourself, brushing off your brother, and shaking Stede's hand.

"Sibling?" Stede asked, eyes widening slightly but his politeness remained. "You never mentioned a sibling," he looked to Edward for some sort of explanation. He had heard about his mother and father, though it wasn't something Edward liked talking about, but he had never mentioned a sibling.

"They disappeared a little while ago, it's kinda been a sensitive subject," Edward confessed, giving a slightly apologetic look.

"I really am sorry about all that, I can explain everything," you insisted, turning back to your brother.

"I believe you," Edward assured you, throwing his arm around your shoulders. "Just glad your back. You are staying, aren't you?" he asked, a vulnerable look on his face, worried you would run off.

"Of course I am!" you promised. "I mean if Captain Bonnet is alright with that, wouldn't want to cause any disrespect," you added quickly. You had no intention of leaving, even if Stede didn't want you around, you weren't leaving them again, but you thought you should play nice.

"Of course! You're Edward's family, of course you're welcome," Stede agreed, though he clearly seemed a little shaken by this new development, "oh, and please, just call me Stede."

"Thank you, Stede," you nodded politely. "I can't wait to get to fucking know this guy," you grinned at Edward.

"He's fucking insane, you'll love him," Edward grinned right back, clearly proud of his new companion.

You gave the Gentleman Pirate another look over, you were already fascinated. Just look at his cabin!

Now that you had reunited with your brother and he didn't seem angry with you, you thought it was a good time to bring up the other matter. "Ed?" you asked, getting his attention back on you, "is Izzy here?"

"Right, right. You've humoured your brother long enough, need to track down his first mate," Edward teased, rolling his eyes at you.

"Don't be like that, I just know how he gets," you frowned, gently nudging your arm against his. You were certain that Izzy had become a terror.

"He's fucking miserable, man," Edward admitted with a small sigh.

"Fuck," you groaned. You knew Edward and Izzy better than anyone

"You know Izzy?" Stede asked, looking at you with interest.

"Obviously, I've sailed with Ed my whole life. Izzy's been there most of the time, practically grew up with him. The last few months have been the longest the three of us have ever spent apart," you told him with a small shrug.

"Well, you know Iz doesn't usually take shore leave. Should be able to find him around here somewhere," Edward assured you. And as if on cue, the three of you heard shouting coming from the deck. It was a familiar voice, hoarse and shouting something about 'twats'. It put a smile on your face.

"Ah...it seems the crew has returned," Stede hummed, giving you an apologetic look. Like you weren't used to Izzy's bad moods.

"Well, come on, let's get this over with," Edward sighed, patting you on the shoulder, knowing that it may not go as smoothly as your reunion had.

You just nodded, missing Stede's confused frown. Still, he followed you both out onto the deck.

You stood beside Edward outside the captain's cabin and there he was. Izzy hands, cursing the crew up and down. He hadn't noticed the three of you, too busy hoarding the crew back onto the ship and telling them were to put the supplies.

"Come on, Iz! Give the poor sods a break!" you called across the deck.

The first mate instantly froze at the sound of your voice before slowly turning to face you. The unfamiliar crew also stopping to see who the new face was.

"What the fuck?" Izzy asked, no, demanded. His glare harsh. If looks could kill, you'd be at the bottom of the ocean already.

"Even Jackie couldn't track you down, sailing on a new ship and all. Fuck, never make me spend another week with Calico-" you spoke as casually as possible, hoping to ease at least some of his anger, as Izzy marched up to you. The crew was certainly watching with interest now.

And then, there was a blade at your throat.

"Hey, Iz," you smiled, raising your hands in surrenders, not trying to defend yourself.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Izzy asked through gritted teeth.

"It's a long story but I can explain everything," you promised.

He only pressed the blade harder against your throat, you didn't even flinch. You didn't really think he would slit your throat.

"Should we stop them?" Stede asked his co-captain.

"Oh, no, just let them work it out," Edward reassured him, not seeming worried.

Plus, it was just better this way. Stede would only get himself stabbed by one of you if he tried to intervene. Historically, it had never been a good idea to interrupt an argument that involved either three of you.

"Desertion is punishable by death," Izzy reminded you lowly.

"Oh c'mon, I didn't desert anyone!" you scoffed, "and I came back as soon as I could!"

"Months!" he snapped.

"Like I said, you've both been hard to track down. I get a lead and you're gone already. So, I stuck by Jackie, she knows everything. Told me you were both sailing with Bonnet but didn't know where the ship was last spotted. Knew you'd show up in the Republic sooner or later," you defended yourself.

"I thought-we thought you were fucking dead," you didn't miss the way his voice shook.

"Gonna take more than some navy bastards to kill me," you promised him. "Can you please lower the knife?" you asked.

"Yeah, come on, mate. I think you made your point," Edward piped up.

Izzy seethed but knew that he couldn't actually bring himself to draw blood, so he tucked his dagger away. He was still looking at you like he wanted to kill you though.

"I missed you too, Iz," you knew it would only anger him more but you did miss him, and you had to let him know.

"Didn't fucking miss you," Izzy insisted and, to be fair, to anyone other than you and Edward he sounded convincing.

"Sure," you shrugged, your smile giving you away. You didn't believe him for a second.

"Alright, are you two done?" Edward asked, looking between you both with a certain fondness and familiarity. Stede was still trying to catch up, perhaps this was pretty usual between you and Izzy, arguments that got a little out of hand.

"Think so, a little amazed I'm not bleeding though," you joked.

"There's still time," Izzy warned sharply, making Edward laugh.

"All the time in the world, 'cause I'm not going anywhere now that I got my family back," you promised, both of them.

"Fucking right, you're not," Edward agreed firmly, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

"Well, you have to have dinner with us. Roach is planning something rather special with the extra supplies he managed to get, and family should always been welcome," Stede welcomed you, really living up to his name.

"Fascinating," you grinned, you have never met such a welcoming pirate captain. "I'd be honoured, if Izzy joins us too, of course. He is family, after all," you bargained, even if you knew the first mate would hate it. You couldn't risk him running off and hiding, you weren't letting him get away just yet.

"Oh, uh, yes, of course," Stede agreed. He could deny their guest, could he? Though, he supposed you didn't really count as a guest if you were a new member of the crew. Mostly likely a new high ranking member of the crew, being Edward's sibling and all.

As you expected, Izzy cringed at the whole idea. "You'll love it, Iz!" Edward insisted, even if he doubted Izzy would even tolerate it, as he threw his other arm around his first mate's shoulder.

Dinner was as uncomfortable as could be expected. And the whole time, Stede felt lost. He just couldn't place the dynamics.

He had no doubt that you and Edward were related, even if you didn't look much alike. Stede could see the similarities. The energy, the passion, the newfound love for marmalade (Edward had insisted that you try it right then and there).

The two of you caught up, reflected on old memories, laughing and drinking together. Telling Stede about all the trouble you used to get into and most of those stories, if not all, involved Izzy. Though, Izzy didn't contribute to the story telling, other than a mumbled correction here or there.

You kept trying to bring Izzy into the conversation, as did Edward but with less conviction, and Stede noticed. He also noticed that Izzy seemed extra tense, which he didn't even think was possible, glaring at you.

Stede wondered what you must have done to upset him so, though he figured it didn't take much to get on Hands' bad side.

The strange thing though was that you seemed fond of Izzy, for whatever reason, one that Stede couldn't see anyway. Then again, Edward was fond of his first mate too. There much be something to the man that Stede wasn't seeing.

"Right, that was dessert, are we fucking done here?" Izzy asked, figuring that dessert signalled an end to a meal.

"Mate..." Edward sighed.

"Well...yes, I suppose. You're free to go whenever you please, Izzy," Stede told him. He wasn't going to hold the man hostage after all.

"Great, I'm fucking leaving," Izzy was out of his seat and out the door in seconds.

Edward get out another sigh, sinking down into his chair. "Why can't he just be happy when good things happen?!" he asked, throwing his hands up in frustration.

Because he's hurt, you thought but didn't say. "I'll handle it," you assured him, standing and squeezing his shoulder before leaving the cabin.

As soon as the door was closed behind you, you hurried across the ship and down towards the cabins. You figured Izzy wouldn't actually run away, that would be a bad look if another member of the crew caught him, but you didn't care about all that. So, you caught up quick.

"Izzy!" you caught him in the hallway, not far from his cabin.

Izzy sighed, his shoulders tensing, but he turned to face you anyway.

"Please, please forgive me. I never meant to leave, I didn't have a choice with the Navy on us. If they caught up with me they'd never let me go, I'm Blackbeard's blood. I really did come back as soon as I could, as soon as I could track you down," you insisted, not above pleading. In fact, you had told yourself that you would get down on your knees and plead for both his and Edward's forgiveness if that's what it took. They were your family, they meant everything to you.

"You should have seen Ed when you left," you could hear the pain in his voice now, more obvious than it was before now that nobody was around.

"I can imagine...I'm sorry you had to take care of him on your own," you apologised again. Edward's low moods and episodes were never easy to handle, but you always pulled him back of them. Losing the last of his family, to think you left him on purpose, you couldn't imagine how he ended up. It had to be worse than that time Calico Jack disappeared for months without a word and that had been pretty difficult for all of you. "Especially when you were hurting as well," a part of you didn't want to add that last part but you had too. You needed him to acknowledge his own pain, to know it was okay. That you hurt too.

"Fuck off," Izzy hissed, his eyes glassy.

"You don't need to lie to me, you know that. Nothing has changed. You can still trust me," you stepped towards him, smiling slightly when he didn't move away from you. "I'll do whatever it takes for you to believe that again, for as long as it takes. For both you and Edward," you vowed.

Izzy's gaze flittered around your face before seeming to believe you, his eyes turning a little red. "I really did miss you, Iz. Not a day went by when I didn't think about you, about Edward, about the Anne," you confessed, cautiously lifting your hands to cup his face. You felt your own eyes watering when he lent into your touch.

Before you knew it, Izzy was clutching at your waist and met you in a kiss. He held you harshly, fingering digging into your flesh, like if he loosened his grip you would just disappear.

He had lied. He had missed you so fucking much.

When he saw you standing outside of Edward's cabin, he honestly thought he was hallucinating, that he had been spiked or hit his head and didn't remember. Edward had been beaming, brighter than Izzy had ever seen him, even since Stede fucking Bonnet. And you had been smiling, you looked good, much better than he had felt the last few months. He couldn't control the rage he felt at the thought that you had been just fine while he and Edward mourned your loss.

"I'm back now, for good. I promise," you would tell him that as much as he needed to hear it, and you would mean it every time.

"I'll fucking kill you if you pull something like that again," Izzy warned, his voice rough.

"I'll hold you to that." The thing was, if you ever hurt either of them again, you would probably let him kill you if that would be want made things better. Izzy wasn't the only one who sometimes took loyalty too far.

Back in the captain's cabin, Edward was trying to explain everything to Stede. Retelling your life stories, not leaving your part out of the stories anymore, explaining how you went missing and how it impacted them. How Izzy could be a hard-ass but he really thought Stede would start to warm up to him now that you were back, Izzy had really been on a downwards spiral since you went missing. Both because of your loss and because of Edward's own decline. He promised Stede that he would love you but that he probably wouldn't be seeing you again until sometime the next day, likely after noon.

When Stede had asked why that would be the case, Edward just laughed and explained that you and Izzy would be doing a lot of arguing and making up for a while.

[witch-hazels-musings]

random fluff w/ itto please!! i adore how you write him :D

The Sun (protection), The Emperor (support), The Chariot (accomplishments) :: itto x gn reader | destined fate 

warning: sfw, fluff (appearances: arataki itto gang members, traveler, paimon)

You’d never been to a wedding before, or one you remembered anyway. There was a time when you were dressed up to go to a party but it wasn’t fun so you blocked out most of it. However, as you stood here, memories surfaced, floated in your mind as you walked into the venue. So, perhaps the statement wasn’t ‘I’ve never been to a wedding,’ and instead was ‘I’ve never been to one I cared about.’ 

To be honest, you didn’t really know much about the couple, but the festivities were hard to pass up and your company wouldn’t have taken no for an answer if you tried. 

“Oh maaaan, look at all this food!” Itto drooled as he eyed the piles of food littering table after table. You’d never seen so much decadence before. Wealthy people really know how to put on an event, you mused as you walked past a tray of delicious looking food. The smell was intoxicating but you fought against your desires, for now at least. 

“Itto, focus please.” You begged, anxiously tapping his arm while you looked for familiar faces. The gang said they’d all be here but no one was sticking out of the crowd. At least you knew you’d find Itto easy enough. If it weren’t he large, red horns or white hair, it was his height that make him stick out like a sore thumb. Not to mention he was still hardly wearing clothes, even after all your begging. 

“y/n, this is so unfair. I can’t just let this go to waste. AH! What if someone knocks into the table and it all ... falls to the floor.” He looked pitiful as his imagination crafted his worst fear. Poor puppy dog eyes gazing at you while you tried to figure out if it was appropriate or not to eat.

“Just a little.” You whispered.

Itto took your approval with great pride as he picked up a leg of meat and began chewing it eagerly. It was almost impressive how fast he ate but you didn’t bat an eye at the skeptical. Instead, you searched the crowd again until you found a friendly face. 

“Paimon!” You waved, relief spreading through you at the floating girl hovering above the crowd. Her face lit up and you made your way toward her while she pulled on her companions hair. “I didn’t expect to see you all here.” 

“We couldn’t miss out on the festivities!” 

“Paimon wouldn’t stop talking about the food.” The traveler corrected, a smug smile on their face. 

“Hey!” She stomped her foot in the air, fists hitting her hips as she puffed out her cheeks and gave her friend a stern look. 

“It’s alight, I have one of those too.” You pointed behind you at the lumbering oni who had scared most of the other patrons away while he chowed down. You sighed but didn’t try to stop him. 

“Oh, Itto’s here too!” Paimon beamed but you wondered if it was because of the Arataki gang leader or if it was the food he stood by. “It would be -- ahem -- rude not to say hello.” 

The traveler rolled their eyes and shook their head, “Go on.” They said and Paimon eagerly floated over to the table, hands clapping in delight. 

--

The four of you spent some time together. Your odd pairing a sight to see, but what soon was a simple ‘drawing of attentions,’ had turned into a ‘turning heads’ sort of affair when the other members of the Arataki gang showed up. It was far livelier than you had expected. After a while you began to feel a overwhelmed at the groups energy. So, quickly, you made your way free of them. 

You disappeared without any fuss and made your way to a small overlook. The decorations stretched all the way out here as every wooden beam was covered with lovely flowers. The best part about it though was its emptiness, its quietness, both were just what you needed. As you let out a sigh, you looked out across the sea of people. The wedding party was making their way through the crowd, hands waving to those who shouted congratulations to them, smiles bright and full of joy. You wondered what it was like to be that happy, to know you found your forever person. 

If that time would come for you - it would only be a dream. 

“Aha, found you.” Itto practically jumped in your field of view. For someone so large he managed to sneak up on you frequently. Perhaps he did it on purpose or maybe you were always so lost in your fantasies you blocked out the world. 

“Hello.” You giggled, arms crossed as you turned to face him. He was leaning toward you, lumbering hands resting on his knees to support his weight. Itto was always so bright, so lively, you wondered how he accomplished it all. 

“Why’d you run off, the party’s still rockin’.” 

“I needed a breather.” You explained, feeling a bit embarrassed. This was one other reason you didn’t go to parties much, they wore you out. 

“Well if this ain’t the best place to do that. It smells like candy over here.” He explained with a deep breath, chest expanding as he stood to his full height.

Itto always brought a peace to you no matter what he did. Perhaps it was because he promised to protect you, Celestia knows he could. Or maybe it was because he always knew how to make you smile, how to remind you of the good around everything. He was a ray of sunshine in a world full of clouds. 

“Are you having fun?” You asked, eyes watching his every movement. 

“Of course! But it’s not over yet!” 

“Um, yeah. What do you me-ah!” Itto pulled you to him and suddenly started to dance. His legs moved but you felt like he was dragging you more than leading you. With steps as large as fence posts you had to leap in order to keep up. “Itto!” You yelled but pulled your volume back in when strangers turned your way. “Sl-slow dooooown.” He pulled you closer and spun you around. The force knocked your thoughts from your head while you desperately tried to hold on to the straps of his clothes. 

“Open your eyes!” He shouted and you did only to find yourself directly below the pergolas decorated in rich, delicate flowers. You were transfixed, stunned, and felt lighter than you had all evening. The world below you faded away and above you was a heavenly display. 

As you reached your hand toward the flowers, Itto slowed until you could feel the petals grace your fingertips with their silk. The feeling grounded you, Itto held you. It was perfect. 

“Now you’re having fun.” Itto grinned, a laugh slipping between his teeth when you looked at him. Suddenly, he snapped his neck to the side and while you found the ground rather quickly, he made sure you were steady before letting you go. “Don’t move!” 

“O-okay.” You replied as he dashed away from the patio. Your focus drifted back to the flowers above you and you regretfully you didn’t take a flower as a keepsake.

There was a loud cry, a cacophony of voices riled up and spreading across the crowd. Confused, you made your way toward it until you saw a bumbling oni pushing through with something in his hand. He held it high and yelled something incomprehensible to the reaching hands who tried to touch his prize. 

“Itto?” 

“Haha! Sorry, I had to get it. Couldn’t let someone else take it now could I?” 

“What are you talking about?” You asked with a nervous chuckle, peering behind his broad chest to see what he hid from you. 

You jumped when he shoved a bouquet of flowers in your face. They were stunning, perfectly arranged - except for the small damage they took on their way to you. You had a feeling these held a different meaning than the other bouquets resting on the tables based on the way the party goers reacted. How their eyes shifted between defeated and proud, how the Traveler and Paimon pulled at each other as they watched you, and how the gang started crying, or worse, fainting at it all. 

“A-are these for me?” You asked, confused, but took the flowers in your hand.

“Of course, who else would they go too?” He seemed embarrassed but you didn’t know why.  “So um, my um -- pal -- no.” Itto twisted toward the group and you saw them wave him on. “Will you ... accept these ... from me?” He thrust his thumb as his chest and waited for your reply. 

“Yes, of course I will. How could I say no?” 

Itto was in shock but his astonishment shifted into pure joy and though you didn’t fully understand his meaning, you felt like had an idea as soon as he lifted you in the air and shouted, “YOU SAID YES!” 

Fate Made Event (May8-31) | Anthology

[abraxos-and-ataraxia]

Land and Sea

My submission for @elucienweek2022 Day 4 - Parallels

Pairing: Elain x Lucien

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: NSFW, this is purely filth at the end (please be gentle, it’s my first attempt at smut, the eris knife play doesn’t count)

Summary: Lucien is the youngest of seven sons, wholly uninterested in his father’s crown.  He spends his days exploring the farthest reaches of the sea, chasing the feeling that something is missing.  Elain is the second Archeron princess, beloved of the people, but trapped in her role.  She seeks an escape from the marriage she must one day commit to, until the day she finds something more than anything she ever dreamed of.  Two parallel lives finally intertwine in a meeting of chance, fate intervening at the intersection of land and sea.

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Elain walked briskly down the hallway, her slippered feet quiet on the stone.  With any luck, she could leave the castle before Lord Graysen arrived.  Her handmaiden had rushed into the room not five minutes prior, squealing about how grand their carriage looked.  Nothing had ever sent Elain fleeing faster.

It wasn’t that she didn’t like him.  In fact, she hardly knew him.  As a child, she remembered Lord Nolan—Graysen’s father—frequenting the castle to discuss a future marriage.  At ten years old, she hadn’t understood it.  As an adult, she understood it just fine.  And she had no interest in living with the stern old man or his son in their horrible manor.  She loved her home, and she wasn’t ready to leave it.  Not for a boy she didn’t know, at least.

Perhaps if she loved him, she mused, darting into the servant’s passageways.  But Graysen had only come to the castle once, and he made no effort to speak with her.  Even while eating an entire seven course meal at her side.  He was far more focused on politics and pandering to her father.  She couldn’t abide a marriage to such a man.

Passing the kitchens, she waved to the scullery maids, some of whom she’d grown up with.  The girls grinned, laughing when they realized where she was heading.  “Run faster,” they teased.

“I’m trying,” she said breathlessly, picking up her pace.

Everyone knew that Elain preferred flowers to politics, especially her father.  The King usually let her escape in peace, but she wouldn’t put it past him to enforce her attendance today.  For her betrothal.

By some miracle, or due to her unexpected speed, the door wasn’t barred by her father’s guards.  Elain blew through it with a wild grin, leaning against the door once it was securely shut behind her.

The ocean breeze left the tang of salt on her tongue, tugging at her bronze curls.  Elain couldn’t resist the pull, skipping down the steep steps to the small strip of beach below.  It wasn’t much of an escape, with the castle walls enclosing either end, but it was her sanctuary.

Though if her father knew she had a rowboat hidden away, he likely wouldn’t let her go unescorted.

Elain kicked off her slippers when she hit the sand, digging her toes past the scorching upper layers to the cool grains beneath.  She sighed, closing her eyes as she tilted her face to the sun, just another flower seeking warmth.

The rolling waves called to her, whispering her name.  Elain, the surf whispered against the rocks.  Elain, cried the gulls.  Elain.

She followed.  The water was warm, splashing her ankles unexpectedly.  She laughed, the sound freeing her to explore along the shore.  As she walked, Elain found iridescent shells, and she bent down to pluck them from the sea.  She ran her fingers over their smooth edges.  The sunlight glinted off the surface of the water, blinding her for a moment.  And when she opened her eyes, she was confronted with something much, much larger than a shell.

She shrieked, tripping over her feet to fall backwards in the sand.  There was a man.  In the water.  And he was naked.  Elain slapped her hands over her eyes in an attempt to protect her modesty, or perhaps his modesty.  Someone’s modesty, at any rate.

Elain waited, panting nervously, but nothing happened.  Clearing her throat, she risked a peek through her fingers.  He was gone.  She blinked, rubbing at her eyes.  Had it been an illusion?  Scrambling to her feet, she scanned the water.  What was better, a naked man or a vision?  Maybe Graysen wouldn’t want to marry her if he knew she was hallucinating things.

When she caught a flash of red, Elain peered at the rocks more carefully.  There.  Was that…a head?  She splashed through the water to reach it.  Rounding the collection of boulders, Elain found herself thigh-deep in water, face-to-face with something straight out of a myth.

An expanse of deeply tanned skin made her blush, but she quickly realized that the man wasn’t naked, because his lower half was covered in scales.  Long red hair fell in a wet tangle over muscled shoulders, partially covering a face so stunning, she couldn’t quite think of words to describe it.  A horrible scar drew her gaze to one side of his face, but she found that she was more intrigued by his eyes.  One gold, fashioned of gleaming metal, the other russet—a combination that had her mouth dropping open in wonder.

But not even the shocking amount of skin on display could distract her from the shimmering tail beneath the surface.  Gold and ruby and every shade in between, covered with scales so small they looked like dewdrops trickling up to his hip bones.  Sheer awe drowned out her embarrassment, allowing her eyes to rove over every inch of him, from his powerful muscles to the feathery edges of his golden fins.

He looked up at her warily, and she realized that she must have startled him earlier.  “I’m sorry,” she blurted, stumbling back in the shallows.  A wave splashed her upper thighs, making her yelp.  He moved forward quickly, hands extended to help steady her against the surf.  On instinct, she accepted his hold, allowing him to hold her hand as an ordinary suitor might.  Ordinary?  She wanted to laugh.  This man—merman, she supposed—had a tail.

Those unusual eyes blinked up at her, “Why are you sorry?”  His voice, melodic and deep, startled her.  Everything was startling her, it seemed.

“I scared you,” she said, shrinking back.  “I didn’t mean to scream.”

“And I did not mean to cause any distress,” he replied, shifting closer.  “I must apologize for ruining your joy.”

“No,” she exclaimed.  “Don’t apologize, please.  I just…you’re so beautiful.  I’ve never seen anything like you before.  You haven’t ruined anything, I promise.”

His lips twitched, almost a smile.  “You find me beautiful?”  The words rolled over her skin, leaving tingles in their wake.

Elain shivered.  “Yes,” she breathed.

“I suppose I can accept such a compliment, coming from someone as lovely as you,” he said, smiling fully.  The flattery sent a blush blazing over her cheeks.

In a desperate bid for propriety—not that there was anything even remotely proper about the dress clinging to her legs—Elain gave a small curtsy in the water, ignoring the way the water climbed even farther.  “I’m Elain,” she said shyly.

That beautiful face appeared to glow.  “And I am Lucien.  You are the princess, yes?”

“How do you—”

Lucien’s cheeks darkened, and he dropped her hand, looking away.  “I have been…watching the people of your city for some time.  They speak of you often.”

“Good things, I hope,” Elain said, smiling despite herself.

“Of course,” he ducked his head.  “I am a prince, myself.  But my people do not speak so well of me.  I was…curious about you.”

“Your people?”  Elain was fascinated.  But being in the water for so long led her to shiver a bit.

Lucien caught it immediately, hands extending once more.  “You are cold,” he said, reaching to interlace their hands.  He pulled her towards him, towards the sun-warmed rock beside him.  “Sit, please.”

With Lucien’s steady hands helping her, Elain clambered on top of the stone.  She adjusted her legs, finding a comfortable position before looking down.  Lucien waited patiently, face tilted up to her like she was the sun.  Her breath left her in a mighty gust.  No one had ever looked at her like that.

“I am sorry for staring,” Lucien murmured.

She blushed like a tomato.  “I was staring earlier,” she confessed.  “That makes it even.”

“Do you ever feel,” Lucien started, then stopped, uncertainty clouding his expression.  “Do you ever feel as if there is something waiting for you?”

The words hit her so strongly, she trembled.  Yes, she wanted to scream.  She had always felt that way, always longed for something just out of reach.  She’d been trapped by expectations for her whole life, unable to ever find the missing piece.

Lucien seemed to sense all of that and more, for his face softened.  “I feel as though I have finally found it,” he said, so softly she almost missed it.

A part of Elain was ranting that this was insanity.  She had met a naked fish person and was now confessing her feelings?  But for whatever reason, this felt more right than any of the conversations she had over letters and fancy dinners.  And some part of her felt the same way as Lucien.  Some itching feeling had settled, as though the mystery beyond the horizon had finally come to find her, instead.

“Yes,” she breathed.

* * * * *

All his life, Lucien had been told never to go near the mortal realm.  And for the most part, he had obeyed.  But as the years passed, his resentment for the politics amongst his family had grown, and Lucien had drifted farther from his home.  He explored the farthest reaches of the sea, chasing the feeling that something was missing, something vital.  He found shipwrecks and islands, sunken cities and unbelievable creatures.  But somehow, no hidden treasure filled the void in his chest.  The void that tugged him towards land.

He started slowly, listening to the conversations of men aboard large ships and small fishing boats.  He hid behind rocky outcroppings and watched children swim, families laughing together.  He swam beneath the bustling docks of the city, watching the organized chaos and laughing at the sailors' humor.  But he still couldn’t find what he was looking for.

Until her.

Something had drawn him to the secluded beach beneath the castle.  Something that tugged fiercely, burning as bright as the sun.  He followed that pull, unable to resist it, even if he could not understand what it was.  But the second he saw her, he knew.  Mate.

All of his experiences with mortals had helped him understand them better.  He knew they did not have mating bonds in the human lands.  They had marriages and affairs, but nothing nearly as powerful as the mating bonds.  So when Elain actually spoke to him, he had all but bitten his tongue to keep from claiming her as such.  He knew she wouldn’t understand.  But now that he knew she felt the same inexplicable pull, he couldn’t stay away.

Lucien visited the palace nearly every day, meeting Elain on the beach and talking as long as she could allow.  It was awkward at first, like their first meeting had been.  She’d blushed every other word, and he had stumbled to find the right thing to say.  But slowly, talking with her became so easy, the words just poured out of them.  He told her about his home, his people, his customs.  He told her about the world he had seen, the world he wanted to show her.  He told her about himself, his pride and joy and loss and pain.  He told her about the scar.  And she listened.  She listened and she told him her own tales, of her childhood and her friends.  Of her struggles and hopes and fears.  Together on the beach, they found that they were more similar than appearances had led them to believe.

His heart nearly broke when she cried during his stories.  She touched his scar, pouring her heart down the bond without realizing it.  He knew he had to tell her about mates, and soon.  Not just because of Elain’s impending marriage, but because he couldn’t stand keeping the truth from her.

Somewhere in the midst of sunshine and smiles and stories, Lucien had fallen in love with Elain.  He’d fallen in love with her laughter, with her fondness over her sisters, with her easy joy and kindness.  He’d fallen in love with her blush, with the way she would snap at him when she disagreed, with her upturned nose and clever humor.  Lucien didn’t know how to stay away from her.  He didn’t think he could, even if he tried.

After a month of postponing the betrothal, Elain told him to meet her at midnight.  Tucked behind the rocks, Lucien watched the shore, waiting for her to appear.  Lamplight appeared, quickly extinguished as she raced down the steps and across the sand.  Splashing sounded, and he breathed a sigh of relief when Elain finally landed in the circle of his arms.

“You’re here,” she breathed into his skin, lips whispering over his shoulder.

“I promised I would be.”  When Elain finally moved back, he tilted her chin up, the moon reflecting off the tears lining her beautiful brown eyes.

Before he could open his mouth to ask, Elain was sobbing against him.  “Tomorrow,” she gasped around the tears.  “They’re sending me away tomorrow morning.”

Lucien tightened his arms around her, but he forced himself to ask, “Is that what you want?”

“No,” she said, fingers digging into his back.  “No, I can’t stand it.  I want to be anywhere but here.  I want to be with you, Lucien.”

He leaned back again, needing to see her face.  Her eyes were determined, even lined with silver.  “I love you, Elain,” he said softly, needing her to hear it.

She laughed, the sound soothing him as much as her words, “And I love you.”

“We’ve talked about this,” he reminded her.  “I can’t take you back to my home, you would never survive there as a human.  Just as I would not survive in your homeland forever.  Someone would find out eventually.”

“You’ve traveled the whole world, surely there’s somewhere we can be safe together,” she pleaded.  “I would go with you, no matter how far.”

Lucien looked back at the castle, wishing, not for the first time, that he could remain in human form indefinitely.  But as he’d told Elain, it was impossible.  A few hours at a time, he could manage.  Anything more was a gamble.  Especially since he’d never tried it before.  His father had long since banned the practice of shifting forms, deciding that the risk was too great as the human realm grew.

Thinking hard, Lucien cast his mind over the places he’d seen on his travels.  The human lands were vast, but not all of it was occupied.  He’d once stumbled across a collection of islands, wholly uninhabited.

He blinked.  An island.  It had been several years, but the last time he’d traveled nearby, there was an island with very few humans.  It would be perfect for them, if they could find it again.  And if he could get her there safely.

“What is it?  I know you have an idea, you can’t hide these things from me,” Elain poked his chest.

“There’s a place nearby,” he started.  “An island we could build a home on.”

Elain perked up, pushing out of his arms and splashing through the water.  “I have a boat,” she called excitedly.  “We can go right now.”

He laughed when he saw it, a small rowboat tucked under a tarp on the beach.  “What about supplies?  You should get food and water and clothes, Elain.  We won’t be coming back,” he reminded her.

Elain nodded, expression fierce.  “I will.  And then we make our escape.”

* * * * *

Several hours at sea in a small rowboat taught Elain two things: she loved Lucien very much, and she was a victim of seasickness.

She loved him more when he didn’t seem to mind that second thing.  In fact, when she was so miserable during a sudden rain shower, Lucien hauled himself into the rowboat.  She was too busy hurling her guts over the side of the boat to notice when his tail turned into legs, but once she recovered enough to recognize who was brushing her hair, she’d nearly fainted at the sight of…other things.

Even now, as the rowboat neared the shore of a quiet island, Elain found herself blushing.  Lucien had been so nonchalant, but she couldn’t set aside her lessons in decorum so easily.  She’d never seen a man before.  Let alone one who looked like Lucien did.  She wondered if all men were like him.  The memory made her squirm.

“What are you thinking about?”  Lucien teased her, swimming alongside the boat with a wide grin.  The quirk of his lips said he knew exactly what she was thinking about.

“Nothing,” she hissed, covering her head with her arms.

“Elain,” Lucien said, voice lowering.  “Have I ever told you about my sense of smell?”

“What about it?”

“That it is remarkably good.”

Elain huffed, glaring over the side at him.  “What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” he grinned, moving until his face was mere inches away from hers.  “That I can smell what you were thinking about, and it wasn’t nothing.”

For a moment, Elain sat still, puzzled.  Then she froze, legs clamping together against the wetness between them.  “No, you can’t,” she barked.

Lucien’s smile grew impossibly wider, eyes flicking down to her legs and back up.  “Should we check?”

Her cheeks were on fire.  She twisted away from him, unable to look at his face.  “That’s horribly improper,” she hissed, pinning her glare on the horizon instead.

“Elain,” he purred, circling the boat to float in her field of view once more.  “I’m very curious.  What kinds of things excite you?”

She buried her head in her arms once more.  “You’re a horrible bastard,” she growled.

“I’m a horrible bastard who loves you very much,” Lucien said, and she could hear his smile.  Despite herself, Elain found an answering smile forming on her lips.  “And I can’t help it if I love the scent of your arousal as well.”

“Lucien,” she wailed, clamping her arms over her ears.

“Elain,” he said, laughing again.  “One day, I am going to strip you of your propriety as well as your clothes.”

* * * * *

Elain thought she’d have time to adjust to seeing Lucien in all his glory.  In reality, she had about ten seconds.  The boat hit the sand, and Lucien hauled himself out of the water alongside it, the seawater drying until his scales dissolved in a flash of light.  Suddenly faced with two long muscled legs and the glaring manhood between them, Elain sat back down in the boat with a thump.

“Are you alright?”

“No,” she hissed, averting her eyes.

“Would it help if I told you it’s alright to look.”  Rather than teasing, like he’d been before, Lucien sounded sincere.  Elain blinked, peeking at him through her lashes.  She found Lucien kneeling in the sand, his expression earnest.  “I promise it’s alright.”

“But we’re out in the open, anyone can see us,” she whispered.

He just smiled.  “The island is abandoned.  The closest humans are across the strait, in a small fishing village.  I can take you later,” he said.

It should have been reassuring, but her mind caught and held on his final words.  I can take you later.  She clamped her thighs shut tight.

Of course, Lucien didn’t miss the movement.  His soft smile turned crooked.  “Anything you’d like to tell me?”  She blushed harder, making him chuckle.  Lucien reached out a hand, fingers playing with a curl of her hair.  “I’ll stop teasing, but I’m not putting on pants, Elain.”

“That’s only because you don’t have any,” she muttered.

Lucien grinned, standing up suddenly.  She squeaked, closing her eyes, but not before getting another glimpse.  “I’m going to explore a bit.  There’s a stream not too far from here, and it will be good to have a water source.  Come find me when you’re ready,” he said, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.

Elain hummed her agreement, trying not to combust while she waited for his footsteps to fade.  Gods.  Lucien was going to be the death of her.  On the one hand, he was right.  There was no one around, so why was she so afraid of him?  She’d grown used to his naked chest, though that had taken a few days.  Perhaps she just…needed more time.

She looked towards the forest, seeing the branches swaying in Lucien’s path.  Or perhaps she just needed a bit more courage.  She’d gotten this far, in a boat with a merman on the run from her engagement.  Surely it wouldn’t be too hard to go and kiss the male she loved.

Even if he had no pants on.

* * * * *

She followed the stream until she stumbled across a waterfall.  Centered in a small clearing, clear water tumbled down over a fall of rocks, splashing into a deep and wide pool.  Elain gasped in awe, bending down to trail her fingers through it.

“I’d say this is the perfect place,” Lucien said from behind her.

“You could swim in this, right?”

He crouched down beside her, and Elain kept her gaze fixed on the water.  “Absolutely.  And you could swim with me.”

“I couldn’t,” she laughed.  “I don’t have any swimming clothes.”

“Why wear anything at all,” Lucien grinned at her, sitting down and extending his legs in front of him.  When his feet hit the water, the scales reformed.  She hated to admit she was more comfortable with him this way.  Elain opened her mouth, ready to explain, but Lucien stopped her with a finger at her lips.  “You know I would never do anything you don’t want,” he said, eyes searching hers.

Elain nodded fiercely.  “Yes, of course I do.”

He smiled softly, “What if you swim with me?  I’ll have my tail, and you can wear your swimming clothes if you must.”

Biting her lip, Elain nodded again.  She stood, watching as Lucien slipped fully into the pool, tail moving just enough to keep his shoulders out of the water as he waited for her.  She bit down harder, thoughts roiling.  She wanted him, she couldn’t deny that, but she was just so unsure about what to do.  She’d been taught how to be proper and ladylike.  She had no guidebook for this.  She didn’t want to do anything wrong.

All she knew was that she wanted him.

Taking a deep breath, Elain peeled her dress off, tossing it on the ground beside her.  Lucien’s eyes were wide, tracking over her shift.  Elain realized it was nearly sheer in the sunlight, and it would be even more so once it was wet.  She found that she didn’t care.

With a grin, she leaped into the pool with a splash, sending Lucien laughing.  His arms wrapped firmly around her, pulling her into him as he kept them afloat.  “Can I kiss you,” he asked, voice as soft as flower petals on her skin.

Elain didn’t bother answering, tilting her head and pressing her lips to his.  He groaned, falling into the kiss alongside her.  His arms were a warm band around her waist, crushing her chest to his.  The cold water had the tips of her breasts tightening, and Elain found that pleasure spiked through her when they rubbed against him.  Biting back a moan, she did it again.  In response, Lucien’s tongue invaded her mouth, a rogue wave overtaking her with pleasure.  She wrapped her legs around his waist on instinct, legs brushing over the velvet soft scales of his tail.  She clamped down on him, something driving her forward.  Faster, faster, her heart beat.  The heat between her legs grew every time he swept through her mouth, every time he nipped her lip, every time he breathed her in.

She gasped, breaking away to suck in air, but Lucien was undeterred, pressing his lips to the line of her jaw.  Her neck burned at his touch, his mouth blazing a trail to her collarbones, lower.  She moaned his name when his lips enclosed the aching tip of one breast, the heat of his mouth scalding her through the thin fabric.  The water roiled around them, his tail whipping through the water as he lifted her up.

Elain arched at the touch of teeth, a wild sound escaping her at the sharp bite, followed by Lucien’s soothing kiss.  She panted heavily, fingers scrabbling at his shoulders.  “Lucien,” she said hoarsely.  “Please.”

Those lips found their way back to her neck, her ear.  His teeth scraped over the lobe, making her shiver.  “Tell me what you want, Elain,” he breathed.  “Anything.”

“I want you to touch me,” she said.  She ignored the voice inside her that clawed for more than that.  The voice that wanted everything from him.

“I am touching you,” Lucien smiled against her skin, running a hand up the length of her back and into her hair.  His fingers caught on the strands, tugging lightly, sending lightning singing through her veins.

The heat within her roiled, and she snarled, “More.”

Water lapped against her as they moved, until Lucien pressed her back against a smooth rock at the base of the waterfall.  Droplets of icy water kissed her brow, in stark contrast to the warmth of Lucien’s skin.  “I need to tell you something,” he said, moving away from her.  He slicked a hand over his head, pushing damp ruby strands out of his eyes.

Elain felt feral, reaching for him again.  “Tell me later,” she murmured, pressing her lips to his jawline.

“No, I—it’s important,” he stuttered out, even as her fingers abandoned their grip on his shoulders in favor of trailing down his chest.  “I’m your mate.  And I know you don’t know what that means, but let me explain.”

She leaned back, frowning.  His eyes met hers, the russet one dark with lust.  His metal eye clicked and whirred, narrowing in on her face.  “Alright, tell me.”

“It means that I’m yours, destined,” he said, fingertips lifting to trace her cheeks.  The touch sent butterflies loose in her stomach.  “And you’re mine.”

“Like marriage?”

“Like forever,” he corrected softly.  “It means I bind my life to yours, giving up immortality to stay by your side.  Because we were made for each other at the dawn of the world.”

Elain’s heart warmed, warring with the fire at the apex of her thighs, a fire that wouldn’t abate.  “Is that why I want you so much?”

Lucien’s nostrils flared, as if he could scent her arousal even through the water.  “Maybe.  It’s not why I love you, though.”  He pressed a featherlight kiss to her forehead.  “I love you despite the bond.  But I know that the wanting is a part of it.  Once we do this, we are bound to each other.”

Her eyes widened, catching up with the information.  “You mean that if we sleep together, you lose your immortality?”

Lucien grinned.  “You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he said, laughing slightly.  “For you, I’d do anything.  I will gladly tie my life to yours so long as I can spend it with you.”

“You…want this?”

“Elain,” he murmured, brushing his lips against hers.  Her eyes fluttered shut.  “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”  He kissed her over and over, her heart pounding.  “I want to sleep at your side so I can watch you wake with the sun,” he said, nipping her lower lip.  “I want to braid your hair and hold your hand.”  Elain gasped for breath when he licked into her mouth, utterly consuming her.  “I want to tease you and hear your laughter each and every day until eternity takes me.”

“I want you, too,” she breathed.  “I want all of you.”  Elain looped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

“Then tell me how you want me,” he growled, the words vibrating through her.

“I want you on the grass,” Elain said, grinning.

Lucien obeyed, giving her a boost out of the water before following.  Together, they watched as his tail dried and transformed.  Elain blushed but didn’t look away.  This time, she reached out, fingers trembling.  She traced a line down his heaving chest, using barely any force to push him onto his back.  Lucien’s eye was dark, the pupil swallowing any hint of russet as he watched her move lower.  Her finger found the seam of his thigh, moving farther south to tease at the dusting of hair on his thighs.  Elain watched as the throbbing length of him twitched, begging for touch, and finally decided to oblige.

Elain wrapped her hand around his hardness, fingers just managing to touch.  He was hotter than she expected, scalding her skin.  She touched him carefully, afraid to mar his velvet softness.

Lucien’s hand wrapped around hers, surprising her.  He tightened his fist, forcing her grip to follow suit.  Under their joined grasp, his cock twitched again, jerking upwards towards his belly.  She watched, a thrill going through her.

“Elain,” Lucien gritted out, pleading.

“Show me.”

So he did.  His hand guided hers, leading her fist up and down his rigid length.  They started slow, but gradually sped up until Lucien released her entirely.  On her own, she squeezed him tighter, watching his torso tense up, hips bucking into her hand.  When she grew curious enough, Elain bent down, licking up the bead of moisture that formed on his tip.

In a flash, she was on the ground, Lucien pinning her to the grass.  “Sorry,” he choked out, releasing her and backing away.

She grabbed his cock with one hand and he froze, hovering over her.  “I want your fingers.  On me,” she commanded.

Elain waited.  When he finally moved, she let him go, watching his proud length bob in the air.  Lucien crawled over her, resting one elbow on the grass beside her head.  “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said, eyes flicking between hers.  His hand ghosted over her hip and down her thigh, fingers curling under the hem of her wet shift.

“Don’t stop,” Elain whispered.

The words set him loose, his hand tracing her inner thighs until he stopped at her undergarments.  The fabric was stuck to her, both from the water and her own slick.  Lucien traced a finger down her slit, and her hips lifted of their own accord, demanding more, more, more.

Lucien crushed his mouth to hers, lips parting as he slipped the fabric aside, fingers finding her apex with unerring accuracy.  She gasped for air as he rubbed slow circles, fingers sliding in her wetness.  A ball of molten heat settled in her lower stomach, flaring hotter as Lucien moved faster, pressing harder against her.  “Let me hear you,” he said, words spilling into her ear, nearly inaudible over the sound of her pulse.

She moaned at the feeling of his fingers sliding into her, walls stretching to accommodate two of them at once.  “Louder,” he murmured, finding a spot on her neck that made her shudder.  His fingers kept sliding in, until finally he curled them upwards.  Elain screamed, everything contracting at once, her whole body dissolving into the heat at her center.

“Lucien,” she said, a hoarse rasp.  His fingers slid out, then back in, starting a pace that threatened to drive Elain wild.  Slick sounds met her ears, making her blush.

He kissed her cheeks, grinning madly.  “I love that you’re blushing even with my fingers so deep inside you,” he crooned, making her face flame hotter.

“I don’t want your fingers anymore,” Elain bit back, fighting a moan.  When he pressed his thumb to her bundle of nerves, she lost the battle, a groan escaping her.

“Oh?  What do you want, then,” Lucien teased, pulling his hand away.  She whined softly, hips lifting in search of his touch.

“You,” she said, eyes darting down to his length, still hard.  Elain couldn’t stop blushing, but she knew what she wanted.

Lucien chuckled, settling his hips between her thighs.  His cock brushed against her, and she gasped at the same time as him.  “You’ll have to take this off, then,” he said darkly, hands pushing at the shift still covering her, if only barely.  The wet fabric had turned translucent, her pink nipples showing through the fabric plastered to her skin.  It was already pushed to her waist, so Elain arched her back and lifted her arms, helping him take it off entirely.  “I love the way your skin flushes,” Lucien murmured, pressing his lips to the blush across her chest.  He moved down to her breast, circling the tip until she huffed an impatient breath.

“Lucien,” she demanded, hands spearing into his hair to direct him where she wanted.

Before she could even attempt to move him, Lucien sucked her nipple into his mouth, pulling hard.  His teeth scraped the bud, making her wail.  Elain’s eyes shut, stars bursting across her darkened vision, and she panted between her teeth when he rubbed his cock against her, too.  This male was out to kill her.

In retribution, she bucked her hips, soaking him with her slickness.  Lucien moaned around her, vibrating the sensitive tip of her breast.  When he finally released her with a wet pop, Elain scrambled, fingers digging into his arms.  “Now, now, now,” she begged, pleaded, demanded.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, brows furrowed.

Elain simply rocked her hips again, her heat threatening to pull him inside her whether he wanted to or not.  “You won’t,” she asserted.  “You won’t hurt me, Lucien.  Please.”

Gritting his teeth, Lucien fisted his cock in one hand, guiding himself to her entrance.  Elain held her breath, waiting until the tip squeezed inside.  She inhaled, fingers finding purchase on Lucien’s shoulders.  Her fingernails left half moon indents when he continued pushing in.  The stretch left her gasping, but the pressure building within her core sent blinding pleasure arcing through her.  He moved so slowly, allowing her heat to swallow him one inch at a time.  Until his hips pressed against her own.

Elain threw her head back, arching into him.  The movement sent his cock throbbing against her walls, and they both moaned.  “Elain, wait,” Lucien gasped out.

“No more waiting,” she said, lifting her legs to squeeze him between her thighs.  She rocked her hips, or tried to, because Lucien pressed his body down to hold her in place.

“Are you sure?”

Elain lifted her head, biting down on his lip, just enough to sting.  “If you don’t start moving,” she threatened.

Lucien’s hips snapped into hers, the sudden movement making her choke on a gasp.  “You were saying,” he teased, pulling out of her again.

In response, she clasped his face in her hands, bringing his lips down to hers.  Lucien set a hard pace, his cock dragging over every inch of her with every thrust.  His hand found her breast, pinching the tip between two fingers and twisting enough to set her moaning.  She clenched involuntarily, making Lucien tremble.  So she did it again, and again, and again.

Finally, Lucien leaned back, releasing her lips and breast so he could haul her legs over his shoulders.  When he thrust again, he hit a new part of her, a part that made her shake uncontrollably.  He aimed for it every time, and Elain writhed helplessly, fingers clawing at nothing but air.  She thought her pleasure had already hit its peak, but Lucien proved her wrong once again.  His fingers found the bundle of nerves at her apex, rubbing a hard and furious pattern while his thrusts turned wild.  “Come for me, Elain,” he growled, that voice hitting parts of her previously left unexplored.

Elain shattered with a scream, fingers ripping into dirt and grass.  And Lucien followed her, his groan piercing the silence of the clearing.  Unbearable heat filled her in spurts, and his cock pulsed, twitching hard against her walls.  She nearly came again from the sensation.

Lucien collapsed, half on top of her, pressing his lips to her neck.  His kisses traveled across her face, and she smiled when he found her mouth at last.

“So, my darling Elain,” he said, the words rasping over her skin.  She shivered pleasurably, even as she mourned his loss when he slipped out of her.  “Should we build a house now?”

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Hey! Could I request a fic where the reader and Bucky like each other and she has to pretend she’s Zemo’s girlfriend for the Madripor mission? Bucky gets jealous and all that jazz and they confess their feelings :)

Madripoor Muse

Pairing | Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary | Bucky harbours feelings for you, but despite Sam’s inflatable encouragement, refuses to inform you of them. However, seeing you pretend to be Zemo’s girlfriend whilst on a mission, more so when the criminal knows what strings he is pulling at, happens to infuriate him inevitably.

Warnings | jealousy, violence, references to sex work (there is nothing wrong with it, everyone is free to do what they want or need to do to get by, angst, mentions of death, grief, smut, unprotected sex, fluff, swearing

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“I mean, if he looks like a pimp, then I look like one of his workers.” Sam snorted at your words, as Bucky’s eyes trailed down the skin that was exposed through the small piece of fabric, that in modern days, was considered a dress.

Zemo simply sighed at the pair of you, shaking his head as though the former winter soldier would understand his point. “It’s Madripoor, not an american graduation. You are not going to be clothed in long robes in this place, expression is in the body, and how it is clothed.”

“Or not clothed.” Bucky retorted, frowning at how you shuffled beneath the criminal’s gaze, crossing your arms, which definitely did not help the situation, considering that it did nothing more than make your breasts rise. Admitting defeat, you let them fall, holding them to your sides, outlining your hips, which once more, was not how you wished to be portrayed as you walked through the illuminated air, careful to keep pace in your heels.

“We all have a part to play, winter soldier.” Helmut spoke, his accent causing waves to ripple through the euphoria of lights that lay up ahead. “I am me, you are you, Sam is the Smiling Tiger, and...”

“I’m a hooker?” Once more, Zemo showed disappointment, pinching the bridge of his nose as he turned to you. It seemed that tonight, you, a smart and well coordinated avenger, was absolutely adoring testing his patience, but that was his trick.

He was the captive here, forced to help the forsaken superheroes that had prompted him with the idea of escaping from the government’s ensured facility. And it was without a doubt that he would mess with their minds each chance that he got.

“No, think of yourself as more personalised to one person than that y/n. Your as you people say ‘arm candy’.” He used quotations with his fingers, causing you to reach for Sam’s arm to assume the role. “Oh no, not his.” Zemo made a come here motion, making you gulp.

“You’re kidding, right?” Bucky huffed, glaring unimpressed towards the Baron, who only tutted in reply, implying that he indeed was serious. “This is stupid.”

“Stupid would be allowing this hurrah of new age super soldiers to continue their war path, don’t you think James?” Zemo asked condescendingly, holding his arm out for you to grasp onto, so that you would look more than an associate, or a serum induced bodyguard.

“Me posing as your sugar baby is stupid.” You muttered, as you walked, Bucky on look out behind you, as he glared frustratedly at where you and the mass murderer were touching.

Zemo tugged you by the arm for the comment, causing you to roll your eyes at the man that had tried his best and succeeded, at destroying your team; your family. Nevertheless, you followed his stride, well aware of the sharp eyes of the man behind you.

As you entered the club, a spectrum of blue lights illuminated your skin, as you stared around in wander. There was a variety of all didn’t people, born from different virtues, wealths and races all intermingling around in the space.

If Zemo didn’t have a leash on your arm, you’d have stared for a little longer, perhaps even gotten purposely lost in the sea of bodies that flashed with such ambition and prospect. All were designed to suit their surroundings, and you wished that you could fit in that easily too.

But you were lost, roped into this journey by the Falcon, the man that denied Steve’s wishes and passed on the shield to firmer hands, still uncertain of where you were planning on going. What you needed was a fight, a reason to keep roaming upon the earth. If you came up empty, you may have well have taken up Thor’s offer, and accompanied him with his new friends.

The avengers were disbanded, dotted with different services. You’d heard nothing from Wanda, it appeared that her phone had been cut off, leaving you gravely confused, but you understood that she needed time to mourn. But you couldn’t give yourself the same pampering, if you did so, then all purpose of life would slip through your fingers, and you’d be left vulnerable, a hero that willingly fell from their graces.

Finally you reached the bar, with the shadow of the winter soldier hovering over your shoulder, watching as Zemo’s untrustworthy hand trailed along your furthest collarbone, using it as his sway to grab your attention. He set his sights upon his touch, glaring harshly at it.

No one would question the expression that he wore, it was only natural for his reputation to be proceeded with such a dagger like gaze; he was supposed to be playing the killer that he once was after all.

“My lady, what would you like to drink?” Helmut asked, turning your gaze towards his, gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forbidding you from even try to look away from his sly eyes.

“White wine will do the trick, my love.” The words felt like spew falling from your mouth, but you withheld the impulse to grimace, instead, flashing him a flirtatious smile, fanning his face with your eyelashes as you were still held to face him.

“Fine choice.” He smirked, nodding towards the bartender, who had just presented the Smiling Tiger imposter with a shot that had the intestines of a snake floating around in its liquid. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as Sam hesitated to drink it for a moment, before throwing it down the hatch, treating it as an old trick.

Madripoor, for an island trapped in violence, didn’t appear that bad on the outside. That was, until the shooting began, causing the lot of you to leg it from the citizens targeting their rifled hardware towards you, running with your lives depending on it.

You had temporarily lost Zemo, as you put head your own safety, your pace and spot being just between Sam and Bucky, as the first man’s arms flailed as he insisted that he could not run in the heels that he was wearing. Huh, you’d be running in heels all your life, maybe he shoulda learned how to do so earlier, it came as a great talent.

Gunshots rang out, as a hooded figure unveiled themselves, introducing the older face of a blonde that you had once knew. It had been quite some time since you had last seen her, all having gone your separate ways to evade the law, and its cruel jurisdiction. “Sharon?” Bucky spoke, instantly recognising the woman that had aided them in the past.

Once you were all reintroduced, and met with her annoyance, which was surely understandable, she led you to her property, where you were able to part from the Sokovian, and share your distaste to the man, as well as remove the skimpy dress.

It pooled at your feet as you tossed it from your ankle, leaving you in nothing more than your underwear. As you squinted, searching for some reason that you were continuing with this foolishness of thinking that the world still considered you a hero, an echo of a knock rattled against the door. It was metal upon wood; Bucky.

“Come in.” You spoke, as you tied a spare robe around your waist, watching as the super soldier, who appeared less stoic, and more human stepped into the room, closing the door behind his emerging shadow. “You alright man?”

Bucky’s eyes drifted down for a moment, before they splintered back up towards your face, his jaw physically tensing, the notion well visible. He breathed in a long breath through his nose, as he stepped closer, his brow harsh and lined upon his forehead.

“I didn’t like Zemo putting his filthy hands on you.” He admitted aloud, the words of Sharon, teasing him for pining after someone that he had once thought of as no more than a friend of Steve’s. But now that man was gone, and so was the one that he used to be. Instead, he was left standing on his own feet, having to find balance by himself somehow.

“Neither did I.” You informed him. “It was like he was pulling back the images of his collapsing country, pouring every ounce of pain and hatred upon me, evading my mind with guilt, and the memories of what it all amounted to. None of it had been worth it, living like this. We’re treated like animals, no longer idols or heroes, people under the big thumb that keeps pressing down on us.”

“Well we’re both pressed down, limited to our rules and the outlines they want us to obey.” He nodded, raising his flesh hand to your collarbone, wanting to mark his touch upon it to remove that of Zemo’s. At his action, your breath hitched, but you allowed him to sweep his pads over the flesh, shuffling indefinitely closer so that you were chest to chest.

“We’re dangerous in their eyes. That’s a mindset they have in common with our prisoner out there.” You whispered, frowning from the thought. Two monarchies, one still whilst the other already fallen, served the same opinions, though, only one could continue to take action. Zemo was a Baron, but of what country now?

Like all, his home had been vanquished into smithereens, the foundations collapsing into rubble, the history disappearing with its lands, having thrown its dusty remnants in your face.

“I’m fine with being considered dangerous so long as I’m not alone.” He pinched your chin, tilting your head, this time though, you felt in his grasp. It didn’t belong to that of an enemy, it was one of an ally, a friend. “Tell me I’m not alone y/n.”

“I’m here James.” You stared up at him with focused pools, biting your lip as your mind went haywire over everything. “The Wakandans will come for him, you do realise that, right?” He hummed in reply, briskly bringing his metal hand to toy with the belt of the white wrap around.

“Do you think that you could show me that I’m not alone?” He nervously asked, shuffling his weight from foot to foot, as he awaited a reply. But instead of words, he earned himself the sensation of your lips upon his, collaborating in a touch starved jumble of grunts. “You’re beautiful, like...”

“Like what Barnes?” You prompted, brushing your palms onto his shoulders, easing his tenseness. Expectedly, you watched him through half lidded eyes as you leant up to plant supple kisses upon his neck, sucking his skin into your mouth, as though you were trying to thread it gently with your teeth.

“A muse.” He sighed, thinking for a momentum, before dragging your hair through his vibranium fist, lightly grinning as he heard your breath wither from the sensation. “A beautiful muse, one that reminds me to be better everyday. I want to become someone better for you.”

“You shouldn’t.” You unlatched your mouth from him, frowning lightly at the brunette man. “You should become better for nobody but yourself Buck, each day, it’s about self growth, fixing everything that you have ever been taught so that you can learn to do better next time, so that no one else will die because of your expense.”

Bucky nodded, allowing your words to sink in. His fingers returned to playing with the waist band on your robe, his eyes gazing into your own, as he fiddled with the material. “Can I?”

“Go ahead.” You granted him permission, allowing him to push the coverage from you, his eyes widening at seeing you in nothing more than your underwear. His sight traced every curve and bump and dip that was upon your shape, licking his dry lips to make his gawking less subtle.

“You’re killing me doll.” He leant his head back, as he raked his contrasting fingertips down your shoulders, all the way to the small of your back. You smirked, grasping him through his jeans, earning yourself a moan from the elder man.

“I said it’s all about self growth, didn’t I? It seems that you are taking that in quite a literal sense.” You rubbed him through the denim, finding it unsurprising as the man backed you towards the bed, your knees hitting the end sending you falling onto the mattress.

Bucky crawled his way atop of you, rutting his hips against your own. It had been so long since he had been permitted to be this free, and he knew for sure, this would be a secret that he would not inform any therapist of. This was private, the sentiment making it close to his weathered heart.

His lips returned to your own, as your hands scaled beneath your shirt, lightly tracing the scars. He wasn’t as insecure as he thought he’d be about someone touching them, perhaps it was because many of your own materialised stories were written in your skin, or that you understood what it meant to be a soldier, serving under orders.

It didn’t matter too much, he wasn’t overthinking it. Instead, he was yearning as he grasped at the straps of your bra, trying to pull it over your head, as was done with the dames back in his day, but the effort seemed more difficult. Lightly leaning away from him, you reached around your back, unclamping the contraption before tossing it out of his sight.

He didn’t care to ask what the modern day had done to the garment, he was far too focused on your pert nipples, and how they stood to attention before him. The super soldier reached forwards, running his smooth hands upon the underneath of your breasts, before interacting with the present buds, softly tugging at them with his whimsical fingers.

“You’re wearing too many clothes.” Released from you as a sign, instantly becoming pleased as Bucky stripped himself from everything but his underwear, leaving a nest of his clothes upon the wooden floor, as he leant his head down, capturing your left nipple within the warmth of his mouth, moaning lightly as your hands weaved through his locks, tugging lightly at the short roots. “Stop teasing Buck.”

He didn’t miss the way your eyes roll from the slowness of motions, and thus, he reached down, and snapped the band of your underwear, the ripping noise audible, as he then pulled his boxers down, revealing his bobbing cock, that was directing its tip towards your entrance.

With a glance down, he lightly drooled at the way your cunt clenched around nothing, quickly swiping his fingers through your slit, as he brought them up to his lips, humming contently at the flavour that graced his tastebuds. “Need to be in you doll.”

“Need you in me soldier.” You taunted back, digging your knuckles into his shoulders as you pressed him against you, pushing your tongue into his mouth, as he suddenly bottomed out inside of you, waiting for a moment for the pair of you to adjust to the sensations.

He was in you, filling you to the brim, as you tucked your heels into the base of his back, lightly rotating your hips up, as your tongue chased his own, sucking on it as you nipped at the end, causing him to unintentionally jerk his rigid cock into you.

That had prompted him to start moving, screwing his hands into the satin sheets either side of your head, as your bodies succumbed the others to waves of pleasure. It was a luxury, having an outlet to all the stress that your duty brought. If you could just pass the mantle on like Steve had done, and Clint was in the process of doing, you would.

But it was all you had known; the gritty route, that had spanned the entirety of your tale. And Bucky now became a part of it, as he became a part of you, unravelling your vulnerabilities with sleek thrusts into your cunt, and smooth words that had swept you from your feet and had landed you in a bed.

A bed thats structure was creaking from the strength behind the animalistic carnage that you spent on one another. His teeth pulled at your lip, opening your mouth so that you could use him as an oxygen mask. Neither one of you had noticed the door opened, and an unimpressed Sharon standing in the entry way, her agent arms crossed unamused.

She cleared her throat, which made Bucky still inside of you, and you to clutch onto his back, to cover the decency of your chest. “You let me go on the run, then you fuck in my bed. It’s like I’m not allowed to belong anywhere.”

“Sharon-“ she halted your speech by raising a finger, her eyebrows pointedly telling you not to bother trying to speak, as sweat beading down your body. Bucky subtly rolled from atop of you, quickly pulling the sheets over you both, giving Sharon views that she neither wanted nor appreciated.

That was grittiness, she was a hustler, not a once avenger. A part of you wished she would understand that, as much as it would be painful to hear, she hadn’t been the top of anyone’s list. She had disappeared, and from so, she had became unreachable, practically falling off the face of the earth.

But she had been here, in Madripoor, the island of bones and whatever else Zemo had described it to be. “You two fucked in my bed. Okay.” She remained cool headed, her eyes trailing through the various fabrics among her floor. “Thought I’d tell you to get ready, and to blend in, though you two have that part already figured out. There’s some clothes in the wadrobe, and from what I can tell, you’re going to need new underwear.”

She bothered no longer once she had informed you of what she had told the other men. Instead she simply left, only for you to brace your head back into the quality pillows, slumping, and dreading the journey ahead.

Though you seemed restless, Bucky still thought of you as a muse. His hands grasped your chin, leading your lips to his own, as he sucked on your bottom one, his right hand grasping one of your breasts, as he pulled you atop of him, your skin flushed as you steadied your weight over his tough thighs.

“Now this is a dangerous sight.” He clicked his teeth, trailing his large hand down from your jaw, surpassing the middle of your chest, to your hip, which he grasp, as he shuffled you up just a little, so that you were seated upon the base of his cock.

“I can show you dangerous Barnes.” You smirked, adjusting the both of you so you were ready to sink down on his length. Your hands softly stroked his erect shaft, as you tapped his tip upon your pussy, before pushing down, filling yourself up one more.

Madripoor was a bad place, but good things could come out of visiting the skull island. This was the job, though, breaks were prompted, and were you glad that Bucky had became your little bit of calm in the arising trouble in the world.

“Fuck.” He groaned beneath you, his balls clenching as he felt you writhe all the way down to his base, beginning to bounce upon him, the years of training that you had endorsed coming in handy as it had helped your stamina. He was a super soldier after all, you were surely going to need it.

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In a Mirror Image (Eyeless Jack X F!Reader)

🌸 In a Mirror Image

[Eyeless Jack X F!Reader]

[Warnings: blood, language, cheating (both physical but it's not like, in your face, and emotional)]

Part 1

The flowers that grow like weeds in your lungs bloom thicker and thicker every day. Your vision clouds with blue more often than not, and you can’t think about anything but the blossoms and blood that paint the bathroom with a hue you’re already much too used to. It’s a painful existence, and it’s getting worse. One of the most wretched parts? You’re deteriorating so fast that your vision no longer services you. You are blind, unrendered to see. You still choose to live in a delusion, and you are amongst the only who choose not to acknowledge it.

By now, everyone knows but only one other than you refuses to acknowledge it.

You hear Hoodie arguing with Jack more often than not. It seems the blond haired proxy is angry over what Jack has done to you and because he knows what Hanahaki does to those it takes root in.

“You’ll fucking kill her,” Hoodie seethes as he gets in Jack’s face for the fourth time this weekend. “Look at her-”

“I am!” Jack shot back, his arms crossing defensively over his chest. “Who are you to come in here and speculate on something that you’re not a part of?” He growls. Normally, Jack likes talking to Hoodie, but not when Hoodie’s on a mission to prove Jack a sinner.

“I wasn’t even aware you still had one,” Hoodie retorts through grit teeth. “I can’t believe you. Look at the flowers Ja-” and before he can continue tearing into Jack, he hears your bedroom door open.

While you still share the room with Jack, neither of you are in it at the same time. You’ve taken residence up on the living room couch with Kate and Jack more often than not stays with Leia. The room you share is usually empty, much like your heart.

“Hey there, buttercup,” Hoodie suddenly greets you as you tiredly walk into the kitchen where the two men had previously been in a standoff. “Did you sleep okay?” He asks, voice so much softer and gentler with you than what he had just been using.

You shake your head as you take a seat at the table. “I can’t sleep,” you say.

Hoodie’s brows furrow in sympathy before they knit in frustration when Jack sits next to you. He watches as Jack snakes his arm around you before he presses an empty kiss to the side of your head.

“No?” Jack says in a sickly saccharine tone. “I’ll see what I can do about that. Does that sound good to you?”

You nod slightly, the ghost of a smile on your lips. “That sounds good,” you murmur back.

“Anything for you,” he hums as he pulls you in closer to his side.

“You disgust me,” Hoodie hisses to Jack as he gets up and pushes in his chair roughly, making the table bounce. He doesn’t take his eyes off of Jack for a second as he leaves, roughly slamming the front door behind him.

“What was that about?” You ask, feigning innocence. You refuse to open your eyes to the situation you are in.

“He’s having a bad day,” Jack answers. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” he hums as he presses another kiss to the side of your head.

The butterflies in your stomach are dead, but the flowers blood evermore.

“You’re still sleeping out here?” Kate hums as she takes a seat next to you on the couch. She looks exhausted and she’s covered in blood. Her mask is cracked too.

“I guess,” you yawn as you shift slightly from your not so comfortable position. “How has your day been?” You ask as you reach for a glass of water only to see it’s not there.

“Let me,” Kate says as she gets up once more. She knows you’re getting worse. After getting you a bottle of water from the fridge, she comes back to your side. “I’ve had a busy day. Met with an independent named Nyein. They remind me of a big cat,” she finally answers as she opens the water bottle for you.

You take it and begin to slowly sip from it - it stops the flowers from blooming ever so slightly. Your airway opens just a little bit. “Do they now?”

Kate nods as she flips mindlessly through the channels. “They said they’re falling in love with a human. Bad business,” Kate winces, her dark eyes watching you carefully. “I hope they don’t…”

“It’s bad business,” you suddenly say as you feel petals fill your mouth. You cough slightly and the small little forget-me-nots fall into your lap, thankfully free of blood this time. You take one of the flowers into your fingertips and observe it gently. “I hope they’re okay.”

Kate puts her hand on your thigh, lightly squeezing before finally settling on the early evening news. “You wanna burn these blue fuckers?” She asks as the flowers in your lap remain stagnant save for the buds that unfurl at an alarmingly fast pace.

You feel the corners of your lips curl into a smile. “Yes.”

Morbid, your flowers have been springing up everywhere. They’ve infested the temporary house. So, you and Kate went around the place, plucking every single one before starting a bonfire in the backyard.

Toby, who considers himself a bit of a pyromaniac, was immediately summoned by the fire the two of you had cast in the backyard. He’d been out on a grocery run, and honestly, he had wanted to get out of the house.

The dynamics of the house had become uncomfortable to him. What with Leia and Jack sneaking off together and you coughing up a full greenhouse, he has been stressed. Toby can’t stand Jack and Hoodie arguing all the time as it reminds him of the life he tried to escape, and Masky can offer so much but ever since he renounced his love for Jay by force… It’s been hard. Toby knows it’s been hard for everyone involved.

He crosses through the house, sneers at Leia’s room, and then exits through the back to the scent of fire. He sees Kate’s arm around you as the fire blazes slightly blue.

“W-What are you g-gals up to?” He asks, coming to your other side so you remain in the middle.

“Burning stuff,” Kate nonchalantly replies. “You care to chuck anything in?”

Toby glances at you as you struggle to keep air in your lungs. “If I d-d-did, I’d be u-under c-charge for killing a-a-another under the O-Operator’s care,” he muses. He’s referring to Jack, of course. He takes in the scent of burning plant matter and blood and frowns when he remembers it’s yours. His hand reaches yours and squeezes gently.

You squeeze back.

Your experiences with Leia are lukewarm at best, and cold at worst. She’s something, she really is something. There’s moments when no one is in the temp house with you except for her alongside you, and those moments are tense, sharp, like a knife and burn colder than the depths of the sea.

The most memorable conversation you’ve ever had was the one that triggered a domino effect that would lead to a black hole in your chest.

“You’re still up?” Leia’s honeyed voice questions softly as she takes a seat across from you on the back porch at the glass table.

You find it more stifling inside so you choose to spend your time out. The weather is warm, afterall. The sun shines and fluffy clouds the size of whales swim overhead. You have a glass of pink lemonade made from a pouch Hoodie and Kate had picked up earlier. You find that the tang is enough to keep the flowers down.

“Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be?” You say in passing before you sip from the glass. You enjoy watching the rabbits in the backyard. They hop around without a care in the world.

She begins to thread her fingers through her long silver hair, braiding it. “I just think you should be resting,” she says. “You look so tired these days-”

“That’s none of your concern.”

“Touched a nerve,” she sighs. “You know you’re getting worse, right?”

You shoot her a glare, but you know she’s right. You’ve actually been holding out surprisingly longer than most people with Hanahaki Disease. Most people succumb to it within a few weeks of coughing, but you’ve managed to hold out for damn near an entire year. That’s almost unheard of. You’ve been hacking up flowers, their stems, roots and blood ever since Leia came into your life.

Everyone tells you that you’re getting worse, but you should have been dead months ago.

“Stop it,” you growl.

“You’re killing yourself,” she continues. “You could just… Let it all go, y’know?” She hums as she continues to fishtail her silver strands. “Renounce your feelings for him and save yourself.”

You grip your glass and set it back down roughly on the table. “That is literally none of your concern,” you repeat, eyes narrowing at the blue eyed beauty across from you. “Acting like you care-”

“I do, though,” she cuts you off. “I know that the Slender Man has big plans for you, but with you wasting away like this… You’ll never live long enough to see them through.” She flashes you a look of concern, but you can tell it’s fake. It shines like pyrite.

“What, so you can take my place just like that?” You bite back. “You can’t even wait until I’m fucking dead?”

Leia giggles and you hate to admit that it sounds pretty. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Daddy always did say I got what I wanted.” Her eyes drift off and you’re able to see she’s no longer thinking about you, but someone who once loved her. She finishes the braid. “Happy six years to you and Jack. Give him all my regards, won’t you?” She stands up, eyes the rabbits feasting on the clover in the grass, before she plucks your half empty glass from in front of you.

“Leia-!”

“It’s not like you need it,” she chuckles.

“It’s a special day,” you said to Masky, a small smile on your face. “It’s our six year anniversary.” Your posture changes to attention as he closes the door softly behind him. He still smells like cigarettes, but it’s a pleasant scent you’ve found comfort in where others find it a nuisance.

Masky put a smile on his face but it didn't reach his eyes. “You need me to draw a portal or something for you?” He holds his arms open to you as you fall into them, part because you’re so weak and secondly because he knows you need the affection - even if he can’t feel it.

You feel light come to your eyes as you nod after leaving a note for Jack in your shared room on his nightstand.

‘Dear Jack, happy six years! I’d wait for you to get back, but I have a surprise for you at the field you gifted to me for our first anniversary. I await you with happiness. Love, R.’

Masky drew the portal in the living room, a mess of swirling cloud-like silvers and blacks before he laid eyes upon the place you once shared only with Jack. “It’s super pretty,” he says, dark eyes scanning over all the wildflowers. There’s weeds on the path, like no one has cared for it in a while. ‘How poetic,’ he thinks. ‘It’s an allegory for your decayed relationship with Jack.’

“No it’s not,” you giggle as you bring Masky down one of the weed and chicory covered paths to the gazebo. “But it’s special to me,” you hum as you take a seat.

Masky follows beside you. He doesn’t take a seat, mostly feeling it wrong to impose on a space that is Jack’s despite his respect for him falling so far from what it used to be, but takes in the scent of dying flowers all the same. It’s summer, and instead of the sun warming the soft petals, it’s burning them. When you cough up more flowers while waiting for the man who still holds your heart (and refuses to return it) you’re less than pleased to see that they blend in with the untamed mosaic.

“Are you still tired?” Masky asks softly as he lights up a cigarette. “You can rest, I’m sure he won’t mind.”

You glance over to Masky before you rest your head in your hands, wondering where your lover is. You listen to the wind as it blows through the leaves. You listen to Masky’s hum, and eventually, you fall asleep.

You wake back up sometime during the night in your bed and not in a position you normally sleep in. It looks like whoever delivered you back here was extra careful with handling you. You only wake up because Jack has accidentally turned on the light.

“Shit, my bad,” he apologizes, quickly plunging the room back into darkness. “Did I wake you?” He knows he did.

“No,” you lie. “I couldn’t sleep anyways.” That was the most rest you’ve had in months. “Where have you been?” You ask quietly, still choosing to remain buried in the sheets.

Jack slides into bed next to you and gets comfortable. He smells like perfume you don’t wear. Through the faint light of the hallway that peeks under your door, you can see he’s got dark marks on his neck and jaw. “Leia wanted to show me her childhood home. Place isn’t run by Zalgo anymore, so we took a trip out there.”

“Did you now?” You hum as you feel tears prick your eyes.

Jack can see you in the dark. His vision at night far surpasses a human’s. He just chooses not to acknowledge it. Jack knows that his relationship with you is gone, and that you’ve been coughing up flowers for the past year. He knows, and it hurts him. Hurts him deeply that he’s the one causing you such pain, but at the same time, he’s a coward. He chooses not to let you go cleanly because his relationship with Leia is so finite.

He knows she only wants him because at the time he was unattainable. Now that she has him, it is only a matter of time until she does to him what he’s done to you. He understands that fully, but he refuses to leave the safety net that is you because he is selfish. His feelings for you aren’t nonexistent, but it’s that kind of fondness one has after the deed has been done, a love based on past memory and sentiment rather than what will and can be. It has reached his threshold, and you both are too caught up in security rather than what is healthy.

“I did,” he says as his mind rushes a mile a minute. “What did you do today?”

You wonder if you should answer that honestly or not. Would he even care? “I stayed here today, nothing special.” You feel the flowers unfurling in your lungs.

Jack hums once more, his back now facing you as he slowly succumbs to sleep.

You met Masky in the bathroom again, hacking your lungs and more of those fucking flowers up into the bathrub and the sink. Hell, you even got some in the toilet. Your body is growing weaker and weaker by the day. The fact you’ve held out for a year is astronomical, but you know you’ll be being taken from it eventually. No one survives Hanahaki when their lover’s feelings aren’t returned. It either gets returned, or you lose them all entirely.

He almost lost you. You broke the mirror when your body went limp as the vines and flowers crawled out from your lungs, through your esophagus and out of your mouth. If it was an art installation piece, Masky might’ve thought it beautiful, but the fact you went cold and limp and the flowers were blooming at a rapid pace - one he thought he couldn’t keep up with.

Masky, despite not being able to really feel anything, panicked as he took you into his arms. Did he genuinely care for you? No, but he cared to whatever extent the surgery left him with. He fretted because you are under his direct care. He cared so deeply because he too had seen many good proxies and independents lost to it. He cared because a part of him remembered what it was like to have daisies and rhododendrons fill his lungs. Normally, you only have one type of flower to clutter your lungs. Science says “just because.” An old wives’ tale says “love truly lost.” In his case? Jay’s death. Nothing was the same after that.

Masky took no hesitation in scooping you up into his arms and running out of the house to the forest to be closer to his boss’s energy. The Operator could fix this should he will it. He didn’t care that the lights in the house went on from his concerned proxies - the ones who had been sick over what befell you since you came into their care. He didn’t dare let you go as he trampled through the brush in the dead of night, using only the moon.

“Sir!” He calls out frantically. “Sir! I need your help!” He can hear your heart get slower and slower.

And just like that, the devoted father came to his child’s cry.

“My child,” he greets, instantly swooping down to look at your pained, flowery visage. “Did I not tell you to handle this?” He chides softly as he takes you into his arms. The sound of static only grows louder and louder.

“I thought she could,” he says, his tone clearly apologetic. “Please, just… Just fix this for me.” He watches the Operator closely as the tall man holds you in his arms.

While you are not exactly his child directly, you are also still under his care. Leia did not lie that the Operator sees good things for you. Without any other words, the tall man is gone, giving you to gods know who to perform a surgery that should be considered the only humane way out.

He returns to the house where Hoodie, Kate and Toby eagerly awaited him, clamoring around him and pecking like hens wondering where you are. He says that you’re in the hands of a god.

You floated in the ether, your body a galaxy. You watched as your chest was torn open - looked like by the hands of an independent that had talons to rival an eagle.

‘There’s so much,’ she says, her mouth turning into a frown as she worked on carefully removing the clusters of flowers. ‘How is she not dead?’

The Slender Man continues to observe, not offering the doctor any words.

The spirals and swirls inside of you continue to swirl before the flowers get torn out, one by one. The roots that cling to your lungs are stubborn, but with every single one removed, the lights of a different universe go out. Snuffed. Lost. The cavity in your chest grows wider until it births a black hole.

‘How much longer?’ The Slender Man asks, watching as the independent calls in another to help her rid your body of weeds.

She shakes her head as she continues to root them out. They bloom under her touch. ‘I have no idea - she must’ve felt so strongly-’

‘They just keep coming up, Sir,’ the other interjects, her four eyes scanning you rapidly.

The black hole begins to suck up the stars and nebulas that comprise your system. It feasts on you, making every part of what made you you, disappear in its depths. It grows larger as it consumes you. It grows heavier. It grows more powerful.

‘We’re almost there,’ the taloned independent says, her wings fluttering softly to emphasize her point. ‘I’ve never seen it this bad before.’

‘Fix this,’ the Slender Man seethes, his patience wearing thin. He knows your body will not be able to handle this much longer.

The black hole reaches its mass, and slowly, it begins to consume you. It overtakes you, bathes you, and leaves nothing left when it has taken all that it can. Your body is empty. You are a shell. Glimpses of blue, grey and reddish brown flash in your mind’s eye and through the eye of the black hole, but you cannot place the feelings you used to associate with them. You remember, but you do not feel.

The last of the flowers are pulled. The taloned independent is exhausted, and her partner is just as tired. ‘Good fucking lord,’ she breathes out, exhausted from the late night gardening session. ‘In all my years I have never seen that awful disease take hold of an individual that bad,’ she notes. Her bird-like eyes watch over your open chest to make sure they’ve fully cleared it out.

A single forget-me-not sprouts, and the Slender Man is the one who plucks it. Just like that, the flowers, their roots, all evidence you’d ever had life inside of you, is gone. Withered and wilted away.

The black hole takes all that you have to offer, and you are back to consciousness, no longer floating, no longer a home to the vibrancy of the universe.

What came after was a bit of a blur. The Slender Man had brought you back to the safe house you had called your home for the past year surprised to see that some of his favored children were still away, waiting for you as the light of the sun rose over the grass. It was a new dawn.

“How is she?” Hoodie asked, immediately springing up.

“Fixed,” was all the Slender Man said, his gaze shifting from you to your group’s leader. “Masky, I’m entrusting you to watch over her as you have been through something similar.”

“Of course,” the dark eyed man says as he takes you gingerly into his arms. “I wouldn’t trust her with anyone else.”

“One last thing,” the tall man in a suit hums. “I am taking Eyeless Jack from this house. Leia will stay with him.”

“It’s probably for the best. We trust your judgment,” Masky replies.

The Slender Man’s head gently cups Masky’s cheek before he leaves them with the sound of static that dissipates as fast as it appeared.

You spent the first few days after your surgery under bed rest. The Slender Man had healed you but he still worried for the state of your lungs. You needed the rest, and you were pleased to have it. Other than that, you felt… nothing. You were numb. Fleeting feelings of happiness or thankfulness, maybe something melancholic would slip through but ultimately, you were nowhere near your old self.

Jack was not allowed anywhere near you. That was one of the first instructions given to him when the Slender Man had popped into his head. While he did not have an opinion on Jack’s unfaithful behavior, he was more displeased with the fact he’d kickstarted the disease in you. The Slender Man thought that if he started it in Leia, then perhaps everything would turn out alright.

So, he sent the two out with a different group - which mostly meant Jeff, someone the Slender Man knew detested behavior that Jack had committed.

It was not easy for Jack to share the same space with Jeff after word had gotten out about you.

“You’re my best friend,” Jeff had sighed one late afternoon, refusing to even acknowledge Leia in the room. “But that? That was fucked up.”

Jack hummed and kept his gaze on Leia, who looked at him with nothing short of adoration. “Sure.”

Jeff sighed once more and stood up. “You don’t feel an inch bad, do you?”

“No.”

“You’re a shitty guy but you’re an even shittier liar.” Jeff broke the door with how hard he’d slammed it on his way out.

Jack really wasn’t the same, that much was apparent. He’d slowly been becoming more withdrawn and quicker to agitation. Of course, he’d take it out on whoever was around to deal with it. Leia included - it just came in a different form. One in which she’d never complained. But when things were rough between them, things were rough.

Jeff could hardly stand the two most days, so when he’d sneak out, it was with his dog to come pay a visit with you. And he hated how dull you had become.

“Masky used to be a lot more personable,” Jeff would say. “Life of the party when we could get him out of his pseudo-philosophical bullshit. Then he hurled flowers and we knew something was wrong.” Jeff’s hand rubs your back gently as a sign of friendship.

“And then?”

“Then he got that stupid surgery and now he’s just existing. No further purpose, just existing because some pale guy says so for his benefit.” Jeff huffed and looked up at the setting sun.

You found your gaze following his.

“What you’re doing right now,” he began. “It’s no way to live.”

“Would you have rather I’d succumbed to it?” You asked, not adding any inflection to whether you’re happy or sad, hurt or even offended.

“In all honesty?” Jeff tore his eyes from the pink and blue sky. “Yeah. This,” he gestured to you. “This isn’t you.”

Everything you’re supposed to feel feels dampened. Instead, you nodded. “Note taken.”

Jeff frowned.

The first time Jack was able to see you after your surgery was nearing halfway to what would have been seven months. It’d been a rough time without him seeing you, mostly because the guilt had been devouring every humanity he had left. Nothing could fill the void.

Like the first time you had met him, it was an accident when you crossed paths once again. You had been clearing out a house one fine winter’s evening, doing what had been asked of you before you got the faintest scent of something familiar and something you once recognized as comforting. You furrow your brows, weapon at your hip as you slowly and quietly come down the stairs.

Your lips are pressed into a thin line as you peer into the living room. Snow falls outside the window.

“Reader?” A male voice asks, turning around from the hallway. “Is that you?”

You tilt your head slightly as you register the mask you’re looking at. Eyeless Jack, mostly just known as ‘EJ’ or ‘Jack’. You’ve never really spent any time with him though outside of little jobs, so you have no idea who this is or why he sounds so happy to see you.

“Uh, hi, EJ?” You say as you walk at a leisurely pace down the stairs.

Jack freezes momentarily as he comes to greet you in the living room. He’d almost forgotten that when the flowers are removed, so too are the memories alongside feelings.”It’s… It’s good to see you,” he says as he looks down at you, wondering if he should touch you or not.

“I guess it’s nice to see you too,” you say. “What are you doing in this area?” You inquire. You vaguely remember the Slender Man not wanting you two to be in the same area.

“Just out and about,” he answers as he scratches at the back of his neck. “Leia wanted to uh, hunt down some of her sisters - I - it doesn’t matter,” he suddenly finishes, feeling much too awkward to even look at you. He knows you don’t remember, but he certainly does. Looking at you… He has a fresh slate.

“That’s nice,” you say in a tone that’s clearly disinterested. You walk towards the living room windows and look into what is now a cold winter’s night. You can see the snow still falling. If you want to make it back to Masky before he gets worried, you’ll need to head out almost immediately. “Pretty, isn’t it?”

Jack slowly comes to your side and puts his attention on you, watching as the snow continues to fall. “Yeah, the prettiest,” he says softly, desperately trying in vain to hold back on scooping you into his arms. There’s something scratching at the back of his throat.

You nod once again and zip up your coat. “They’re expecting me,” you say, gearing up to brave the snow.

“Do you need any-”

“No,” you cut him off. You’re not sure why it comes out so harshly, but you figure it must be a remnant of a memory you no longer have access to. “I can manage on my own.” You brush past him and open the front door, eyes momentarily clamping shut at how cold it is before you step onto the porch. The sound of the crunching snow is satisfying.

“Stay safe out there,” Jack says softly, not moving from his place as he continues to gaze out the window at the falling snow.

You turn your head briefly over your shoulder, “and you as well.”

Jack hears the door close and you walk off into the night, back to a group he was barred from. That tickling in the back of his throat grows more and more prevalent until he clears his throat. Feels like there’s something on his tongue. He coughs a few more times before holding his hands in front of his mouth, displeased to see the small blue petals he knows will bloom to full flowers in a time frame that is too long to be considered fair.