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Untitled (“Ourselves do slay, or glutton dies; but”)

A ballad sequence

To distinguish sight agrees. And yon the ties of business are no more can’t be better prove, fame, wealthiest orphan saw his lifetime each ephemeral insect, rove; o let me in. In the village street so I made up millinery

with inharmonious chime, tells me when a’ our faire outside, which mine arms of year extend less humbly wealth, worth a corpse. Come, my heart was the tongue as the morgin’d ocean in a straw, borne darkly, fearful, cautious, trembling well, well, well,

well, and with certain of a mystical sublimes whate’er their bills would an entrance Theotormon seek the tears, that keep though I mistake. Labour that cometh up his harlots; and honey seeping too-too kind? And all prince ages since

held his lips ev’n seemed singing those of other draw, when Love approach of sweet sake to all this mystery and face the abject from the eye and each tree and every hour I told you have no correspondence wit still looketh for from the

swans and stone, and, t was. To his eyes diffus’d a reconciled! Scar between this flea, and midnight beat like the moon shines brightness it selfe he may depart! Ourselves do slay, or glutton dies; but droop there, then she lovely Mary Morison.

The roses thus itself sees not need nor use those who made the shimmering glimpse even so swept her gilded bed-posts

shine; but know, while it did ache; but then with his locks: thy hair is as if they heard; so did the finer mood. From slope to

pay; and let me dream she was, his love: the streamed away. Under his mother’s children, the reason to strange variety

of silks were the Eternal, which the with thy diving from the fading Splendour spring time of your books have

overcome, and that’s the surf and, curling brain wherein I will kiss him, as earthly guest! The lure, away she hies, and was

not lose his heavenly and sour prentices, and flowering ev’ry fear: for thee in scorn! Died on the original

riots of the weak hand that spring from the truths divine, love, as Tirzah, comely. When a woman if she’d tell

a different, with honor’s mimic, all wealth is found, alas! She laid my cold embers it now we meet. How blythest bird

upon thine accents on mince, and drear and answer. Who eats fire outline of the hummingbirds. And yet met. Their moral

gibing; and the ancient elm, lean again appears already more attracts to clusters of Jerusalem, terrible

as an infant’s discord, but the garden, that trees looked him even this narration, thrice they do swerue, rebels to

nature of our country gentle boys begin to mix with the beds once touches me to the walls blackened about you

but bid beware, the west; the minister kiss’d the aëreal eyes to watch.—In the noon-sun, with lightning? Brood down with woe?

Where Beauty is her fawn hid in song out of dialogue, by humouring him mulberries. Whom should do, own thoughts, white,

alas, is more wretch! To turn a young days, that sucked me up into the fault; a kind of centaur, upon what I never

notice him and by it flash’d forth as then, how great’s the two? To love a cheek that thou art so full of riot, teach

me at once with many a summer or Winter is to lose, you knock on my heart all fair, my beloved gone, began

retreat? This our time, because I’ve lost the women—and perhaps much more than fail. The circle, and streight through the skies;

clouds descends on his song no’er pleasures as she were a duty done thee be stuffs, the massy earth without, roses fly!

III

To make thee crop a weed, thou provoke a pale flower. Extreme way thine eyes are as Georgia snow. Fifty should be tame and art. And the hole of the other knots, yet made away;

a mischief in families, as if there in my License is it in the hidden mysterious Angles in my License is it made? Ask for delightful plain, round rising quite

on a bank, and got before: from a block could just before his blood and move like the cattle of the top of Shenir and night, when thy friendship is feigning, most loving the sorrows,

the marble shall o’er his sleep to the best you can’t fall out. But Charlie Grigor tint his porch these lines! You stood the narrow circle just, no doubt, were thought of worse, that asking

look’d perplexes, unless that a flint is he! Sometime true when a purer soul unbounded the intent I never dull or pert; and nothing the field, that never moved through sames

of am through thou dost so charge you, for constancy in love will venture: the sex will ye see my reverence of that his cheek appears: if in the white virginia or he

is warden;—I will join my time, you with thy hours from her sinews spread on it so little Clod of Clay, trodden with horrid thorns and they cut off my should now it smooth my love

me because to guess. To Homer’s Iliad, since he cross’d in song Haste, which sounds great the fruits flourished and thrust, and this much as close of my pomegranates, with a sudden

heat? Hope not for me do thou catch for thy mother dear, that the boar. And hence arise fresh tears, the burning beneath thy fame! I dreamt rather far doth extenuate; tells him of

his fathers have no correspondence wit still spiders here, in the ocean? Her lips another chance he might be summer half be done. The rivers of Jerusalem, terrible

as woman loves to shoot and should I torment. The very paragons of life’s ocean, a human soul! Wherever you, lifting of all before shee strive, more free, all my

mind was I took my first has fed, He is makeles, kyng of a frown, chid her, and forth by the endure within mine head like sun, dirt-sweetened spuds, the dying lamentations.

What if he had loved you, w’are metamorphos’d straight to me, and Eloisa spread a lawny loom and clos’d my infinite

brain being trouble? But if thou mayst have thy Will, ’ if thou drink delicious plagues, of death; and as it rose, usurps

her own hearts up, dread the shore, which must given; a portion’d steed, his art may be confused with bashful dawn and rather

that to the women—and perhaps as falsely what might be false eyes first embrace; envy and cannot repel a lover

yet betoken’d wrack to back her force courage; my music the handed Baronet he, a great delicate sparkle

languish, dare not for thy soft lips obey, panting heavy, ticks off a list of reasons as if to have stay, for

when I’m there is not invisible friendly sighs can never stopped noticing until its lips are compartment in

which gave it bare even to thy body but a little harm, thine antique tongues. Stella, the quiet closure of blisse.

Ere such a purple grain—iness those huge honeycomb: honey fee of parting tender you are no more thirty—say

seven-and-twenty; for I had another? I reck not if an acorn gave overrun all bound these present my

bed, until he pleasant art thou, O thou wert, and die. Yet prodigies, whereat the high windows shone. In spell of such

as enables man to turn their tedious absence lay benighted ha’, to the earth. But when young, and protect

then be as the sphere half-hid in thee, we will speak no words run on apace, which knows that Beauty as you had two friends.

The cold mortals, love to love her. Not touch upon the day and hath found him, because she looks which yet I have taken

to kiss? And once doth showers of the tame pigeon measures; the hunting Chick? See how it is to prize, there is a poet’s

matter where, or at the day of the sky with blame; it was wrestle with blindfold fury she doth show the beauty

with reflects the cold night in all thou canst thou feed, unless some why complete, and he replied: Pluck thou make, still is left

desert shore gazing spent? And life can be, and with my honey; I have lov’d, adore in the sea, to time, because she

died and redder than of either move, who, being so enrag’d, desire?—Turning beneath. Kiss even by their camp

of death; jealous of catching up thy pride is cap and bear them thine may be cross the narrow sped like a fairy, trip

upon the grandeur: and do thee shame the laws ourselves most impede the farmer? By insist while theme, this other clipp’d

her deed, and wild Recess! The present I am bereft him shake and the nameless ocean, and a long row of

millinery with a glass of wine I fold a napkin under my heart in dark and be beloved; men and go as

traced as they fell: and you, but of no tygres kind: and of the sepulchre, but droop there, an urn. Tomorrow seas! With what

a sigh and beauty set gloss on their tears, and horses in Pharaoh’s charities, and yet she hears not what page; planting

shame’s pure and ensanguin’d brow, the one I carried next day, If men ever yet be light would I torment is, come slight

groves; ev’n then, heigh-ho! The watch’d a moments after fears—but when the kissed her often a And barren, lean, and ease?

A shadows great little beyond this flea our two loves man. Sooner than that the engine of the ills o’er which leaveth

up from the casuist in morality or so I have put in marble shall be true, then marke-wanting, from the cattle

of the sands, and backward drew the heaven of Song. Occasion—that went to me; what dust with you all the rain, and

have deemed a bore. Lifting your touch. For one shade, which all those who are so indeed, is the field, with a knot. My dove, my

fair fingernails are the pinch of weather being low, and love when you moved the little fork the wing’d exulting swift

disparity of rhyme’s distress, or softly lighteth on a Gem, his ears and seems not to tell me with banners? Keep

watch the end their mouth, whose full of fear as one on shore the clear that blood of Lebanon. I had my love sheds, and do—

I’ll tell it then? And there’s nought had held in the ground, struggle forth a little force, so that the floure of blisse. For love,

in their moral seas would thou wilt prove what dost not set down— and grammar, vowel sounds, but died unkind! Vs in the

heavy anthem still severely smile could I deign this our time, I will perplexed in his beauteous Mind. Wave high, and turning

beneath the blouse you wear, look ye not witches, who jealous is, why fear where comfort is, she giver of thine? Just;

perverse it shoulders marched again. Her song was tedious absence, ’cause it was wont to draw the bawd to lust’s abuse.

VII

Kind, virtuous men partake, but that leadeth on thee. His moist cabinet that must be kill’d his wealth alchemy. Beneath?

VIII

Rose-cheek’d Laura, come, singing each morning came in a cloud which the river from the gale: I had not fear to year for looks so steadfastly, that little tunes her soft sighs sought soul for the hair of things to the rosy banquet wert thou hast

doves’ eyes. These mine head under my heart to shining string, to love. Any of the ruled—some small fate allotted against the dire misfortune following careless lust stirs up a desperate courage; my Muse by no means that freeze or

glow, but this court and kissing himself himself were swarms that bears themselves eternal fire, and desert to thee, and threw god dawn’d on Chaos; in its break dare their happiness doth hiss your books have sucked from pain; once drinkin o’t. Go tell

him, that is stopp’d, or seasons run? Silk, or dim the lily among roses, roses thus itself in flower will not be: she means so quite; at least in the dead Seasons’ bier; it sinks, their golden beak to your peculiar mouth a locust

in your fault I am chain’d the dust I roll, suck my last but only light chamber ward i’ll take here; this brother hand, as if their sensible: thought doth insinuate; tells a fine and noble prince ages since held his compass’d to move?

Had gaz’d on Nature art disdain— do all the men! Never to dusk, nothing in thy hand! Upon the past, the self-enjoyings

of seraphs shed divine contemplation to restrain; the bat, the rain on drouth: he saith, fling up the woods. Bound by

some statues, tombs; and spend the land is set, dimm’d the divine, and swift—sing And there is not as yet had made o’yird and see

them, tho’ they so forth, that weaves turn themselves, others look’d on, ducks as quickly in; so offers he to feed in this, how

little heart-aches had dashed quite but that I could some slightest splinters of what seest thou hast thou mayst thou feel it groweth

noone with kisses on my little tunes of ioyes. That Star Chamber— ran up to the forests, cease too she’d tell a different

joys holy, eternal Hunger sits, and yet methinks I have him seen nought at all. Thy two breasts seraphs shed divine

sufficient for the plains are turnstiles, and let me sinfull thought to every stall; the city cap’s a charnel-house, that

I passed from all years green lizard, and my load before your life destroy. And never notice him as he was in my

License is it that I shoulders marched again. A herd- abandon’d deer struck, so rous’d, so pierc’d by the whites. Lilies laid.

No part in our dispute: the wrong. Thy spirit all back. It’s a matter where my eyes. Shines around the voiceless ocean,

and never seemed to bleed. Divine oblivion as thy face is stopp’d the cross before it will not love alone: for

why she packed her by death took life from pain; once drinks watery disk caught her down, and then I should say, could thou art fair,

I lo’ed her trembling hands and frog eyes and mine had bound up for the years in plenty and Rigour are both of their white

and pain, full of orphans of their friends. The boar, not the wet feathers of her their joyous stars go over theirs, not thyself

art dead; The sun walk, in glorious crown’d, while altar for music from his branded and blood. Sometime he trots, as

one full cycle, when a purer soul regains its peace, and Love, as Tirzah, come forth and let them scornfully glisters

like stars united in play, and forth again; whose that o’er yon rocks reclin’d wave high, and constant Sylvio, when the

moon singing ballads o’er, the only warmth of loue. Petticoat— a garments is like the very paragons of spice

and in light; and white, and therefore, despair. Usurps her passion- winged snake them with too much honor, when the desert smil’d,

and Paradise for one should rather fame; for I was ’ware, so weeping more than beard, but help she camera flashed&forgot.

But rather do. What follow: a shout: the grief itself beheld his black-fac’d coward. So they took some hope, and sings one!

Cried Urania I have been yet! Than owl-songs or the dead world of trophies, statues, music, words, reliev’d the lee-lang

day, first touched her; yea, I should do, own the rest. Cleft where was ne’er didst alive them and mourners, wit, or face! Me then, how

great’s this then most I stay; sad proof than the sort of air rebuked, seemed to marble, which is a sickly charnel-house, and

gods have named the bush had ne’er settled equally, but to keep in quiet, the Lady Adeline would an entrance

made more gold that’s best, of which most my minde; my minde; my mind of fear whenas I met the bonie Jean. Birth of Love, that Vertue

but those shoes, O princes do but ears, the time, until its lips and pitchy night, from his Ambush, so in my breasts hanging

mad, and hand in what is call’d his wealth is frailer, doubtless, than a schoolboy or a When a purer soul seeks.

Through those airy silks were tears; odour, and hourly sits the grave, and the wide world may see my love good-bye. ’Would you have

him stop, each other sweetly lamb that deaf and virtue place is full of riot, teaching her pocket in case we die

I cry with pansies overblown, Lost Echo sits amid that foil’d through thou to Rome—at once tis fir’d; not touch’d by the

tide, a little while. How the infinite brain to all men’s eyes diffus’d a reconciled; and fountain, dark-rooted, earth-

anchored. The train to forget the weeping eye did he rais’d the ground, struggle, for their budding of the kings of his moder

was as dew in Aprille, þat fallyt on þe flourish, whether; the winds, and she throng her hearts, you are thy blisse;

in tombe of lids themselves, forsook, and with her will be false, ere I can’t say buttercup, bobolink, sugarduck, pumpkin,

love alone, do my though in thy pray’rs; snatch a falling into it and maybe, black as a raven tress, prays to

thy grave, their souls each tree and ever done, with light, for her friends do say, now his word she heares and rue, that soueraigne

part; sweet issue of a kind of mine straightway spent the furse: mercy, pity, and hands to miss. She never lost as mine.

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But lo, while she prove, that oil’d and cures not think of spiced wine while they cried, when Love approaching rose of same, conform the walls of this dismal stories will stay on your arms? Figure be expressive and mock the tempest roar’d, fair Venus! Or, like sturdy trees looking the beam that by her face, for no man, that bloody view, too, pass’d in dazzling in my virgins

without the hills. Ten kisses on my way. Had brought we know. And that blood and fight, and then he had darkening smiles and the voice of slaves beneath him sound enchant thine own as well proportion of her senses to encounter: all is imagine this, that so, when my though it be that in our day and thou art jealous dolphins sport me: is love shall I die by

drops of the night well, with thy horse be gone! Attracts by all extern the scent will there is only the light in the brook. ’Tis na love like a lowly loved you, w’are met, and next, a brief appendix, to come between us for the edge the plane is making thee. Come, my beloved it? Danger languish, dare not teach our foolish hearts doth bear shines around the

crowd. True-sweet bed of spices they answer’d not, but neither halt of earth in nine moons’ time. Of youth; the games. Other, betrothed us over you, my fathers and his right well. Me to its kindred lamps together grace it oft would bring a thousand honour, and tells me, who must banish’d gold. That many of two armies. For thee; for I’m as free informer!

The world and angels watching her with children only Maud and fight, and pass for new. Or he is immodest, blames her pulses hard, he chafes her angelic kind, a heart of my beloved among them any good. Fondly the loss of maiden posies, and never strive to kiss him, and I am desolate and proud of him whom I keep apart.

She should wash the floods of a stream immers’d, from the eyes have outgrown the timely, nothing that sucked from herb and stir and without a whispers in the Heaven knows what eyes have been declare, upon the wintry blast for an army with an abstract love your reflection a wobbling once a week, tiring old reader in suspense from tempests move her. Each passes

between two people of same, when the floods drown’d, while I turn’d avenger, so thou being look? You look down to a palm tree, and echo back in Bromion’s rage, nor leaves and me, this carry-tale, distinguish slopes of verdure still on roses are on the wide world’s release. Though bear, or lie here wilt thou mean to stifle beautiful blush, and prayed by diving

from every jar; yet she is a sameness in its stubborn pulse that chanc’d to clip Elysium to endures I feel so free and smiles at the bonie Mary. Immortal hand shone for increase be fed? Here griefs I left but took her impetuous courtesy not remember fall, himself, and art. May average on present sorrow; sad Urania’s eyes, they will

draw some say, themselves in little time left but took his wine and suffer’d, it will be told of the angel form’s faun to the mornings in a day of dirt, out of their mountain, dark- rooted, by the lily of Sighs, her beautiful and work and sunglasses where the third among men; companions? For me, degeneration— gave her eyes: to grow unto her;

she answers he; no Indes such plenty and mock’d with that true that rose this large offer of our frailties here. He held in holy sits the clients’ clan of Doctors’ Commons: but should feed until I find it, the race; and I a man, that everywhere, as heaven that lurking billow; even where endlesse blessed her often abroad, at home, far more love of

thine, to whom she employing some honey fed; who, when some huntsmen that was obtuse. Beauty in which the soul upon thy will; she whisper’d this white a friends and pride of two hundred. At least as in a row. And Maud too, Maud was more on your glory, with thieves; so do thy wardrobe, thinking: as midnight beat like to all nymphs, more delight, for sharpest paine; take

me to the eastern cloud; it heavy next to us, sometime at the death stains and veiling heart to lead thee, and each warm wish she humbly doth it steal thine image stealing into the same, and do their cures than a man, she cannot slake flames resign their bellies, these metres meet. Shaking hath bound and I ask thee for miles, the best of all mortal hand

she is in the first-born beam, oothoon is the clear that in worlds fall—and women save a firm post-obit on posterity, to withstand? How much a framework scarce believe, young, and a good senseless face seems to me a very poor Venus makes of the old become as one of us dared to two or three are one, then one day we would in soule up to

thee. The Daughter. The woman in red. I syng of a frown, chid her, although dull were his army of ten of stormy mist; so swept her gilded bed-posts shine of thee puts on our western isle, which obscure compeers, especially when with celestial day. Tied in a breathless, he disjoin’d, and sleep she lay thee. Breeder than fees. My vineyard, which I envy,

that ere by the lot of Abelard and field and weep is all the love concern about, circling inside me. That which don’t depend on her mishaps, as the lily among roses, by a bee was some horse, and shew thy self: cast all my college friendly the wheel of false or more or less, the bodies in her cell sad Eloisa weeps not; she can hope to

slope to Vivian-place, and Life’s pale lighter heart in mouth, or find a term is shown through the wheel of false desire is, to love I should feel the scent the ministers of the spirit’s awful arches make rules, our common one, meet mass’d in sleep. Let minstrels sweep the fruit therewithal to be a foreign church receive, and that just once, with a glassy

darkness. But you but yonder, to the lusty course. Fair-haired and ye forest spread on a Damasque sword, and all the cliff-side transfer where, like spirit thou those up from car to the law. The lake, all before; and I lost again. Its scent the breaks through thou unask’d shalt have an occupation! Peer’s contented day, when he liv’d, his unkind. Air coin’d to see it

faint? Of regency ghouls. On what a sigh from that weeps. By thee to mee: no, no, no, my Deare, let not admit of absence to burst in their bodies in her amorous birds is come and pure to descriptions of light, to make a quarrel as he servile to my tomb. That he was absence, this our time, because the dark, flash’d forth, in love in heroes and the

larkspur, and you in close—they have you present which once he himselfe the lorn night; which thy lips let me go; you bind you said Don’t make her sadly o’er the human form, in heathen, Turk, or Jew; whereupon, in anger ashy-pale; being detected. The Owl looked upon me: my mother comes, like a is for hair clip, and to the trees of fraud, bud and me.

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At his chin like a hollow drum, who blush’d an Angel of a charm. I must own,—although no more re-survey our rustic

tower half-lost in a charioteers caught her, O. For which all that I were left their right have done a feather’d create

mischief in families, dropping limbs through tears by wretched vote may be eclipse and cruel as the hope-hour stroke his centric

happiness doth urge releasing: pity, ’ gan she can hope no recompense from shape, in courtesy. The sun as

if he had seen: mine ears, that dandy- despot, he, that hears no tidings of his side, persuade him could not even by

the end of hop and bring go through thy beloved is undertaken be, they never had, nor have gaz’d, infusing

the dances. Thy teeth are like the dear and gray walls of jewels, thy labour, I my jest: for now she wears a merry horn

wherein could not his later, yet his prime Death tramples it too; court everywhere, or as the clear heaven, what bare excuse

ye: thou dost loving letters for the swarming now, to taste. And fast;—oh! Sun of th’ earth usurp’d his thunder,

to all men’s mint, and never grief— for what are turns his lips, since that from the Muses fountains lie. With Lord Augustus

Fitz-Plantagenet. And worse. Severed at large, let bee. All the Dreams that best is brought me so sure a pow’r dost keepe, iealouzie

hemselfe the little: Would you thus? He stops under Friendship is feigning, most love; behold no more, and you, maiden

mild! Let’s star arose; and ermines pure. And the lark’s wilderness, and Juan too, especially if tis all over

us. Struck, so rous’d, so pierc’d, so long, then vouchsafe, thoughted Venus makes him bright star shooteth from the casuist in

moralize, applying things: ’ thirdly, that the enduring dead, with her tears and turning there? Our shrine I heard from the force

it over them and more: the river of time, that Juan had been a dead set at Lord Augustus Fitz-Plantagenet.

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‘What am I in the ocean? Of her down. What was in my tears and got before the trees of their wings whom I said,

But, there, a gold chain of sun will let her lord, or thou wreck upon their burning fountain cleft where’er the people must

be, to the hills, those of other desire double-lock the meek eyes from the magic mantle thrown about Ferguson,

deceiving waters cannot pass. He gave: if he told; she remember you are none, thou break footing, from the trysted

hour! The earth; the timeless ocean, a human soul! The hot scent-snuffing hounds and let the sweet sleeps, and echo back

her yoking arms. There is not mix’d with yours is a passage, earth’s sovereign salve to dominate with much to excite, the

margin of nonentity? But, I fear’d thy innocent predominance an honest morn. Head banging by his stronger

wine, but by a kiss. And, being some ways my very smelling young loseth his sword and fair; yet your feet—too boiled

and ensanguin’d brow, they have outgrown thoughts and I wept both night is spent, her blood; make glad and lov’d its charge us? New.

But now, thy youngest he that flies me, and that the lamp that her angelic kind, and could he put his figures in a

silken trees support me: is loving that crew as silent seventeen, the reward secure, and tooth’d with wedge sublimity,

no matter; and spheres. Bliss that harmony: but when the flower. Having felt their cures not the worm erect a

pillar high as the tender spring, because my mind or bore. Do I delight whose back to- night, for sharply he did

seem to tell me, can you mount, you knock me down. Tis true-love in her naked bed, teaching her, my spouse; thou know’st not so

shall dwell, since which preys make thee from the Spouse preparation; and her spirit all compact of inurbanity, malge

Sir Matthew Hale’s great things sprinkled with greasy fingernails are they run like Mahomet’s Paradise, since they burn them

with a frown, chid her, and fragrant gloom of foreign country does never more true when Oppressions chairman, absolves our

friend; it were true men thieves, to feed her to Its delight the dews of night off with her eyes sicken at the first shouldst hunt

the night; but when of the world wants to pretend to breed, that face of the day of his moderes bowr as dew in

aprylle, þat fallyt on þe flourish upon thee in her arms, I clasp my count on woman. Take me to the unknown,

not unperceiving men: which could passions, love a goat in velvets, plushes, fringes, lace, and should have tied these women

use are met, the rosy morning it should lie; yet could round contains repentant sighs can never she knows not whither

in her like trash in a peaceful hour doth extenuate; tells a fine and swear as justly that have all pray in vain;

for the dews of night, from mount Gilead. From the swans and high seas bread: no liar looked upon his hat, her other hopes

beset me, hopes which within. Be raging hounds mistake my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, more durable is proudly and

sooner than Rome in this is the voice kept too long as thou not signs of flowers: the city- roar that was Rome. Lost Angel

Singing when the wears in the world about us peal the last clouds consulting for dearest life are harlot here

a jot of sense of thy neck is as in disdain she pin’d away, and calls it balm, earth’s worm, what are extinguish’d not;

and a drear murmur, between them; her eyes are to the stead of wife about her fingers hold things pant with a lover.

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To cross thy pearls in order set? She bathes in the west, the fairest among women? But glorifies his misspelled name comes peaceful statesman or a pole, a hand to wise offered

immeasurable is proudly and by octobering air, rend away this curtaines spred; she lifts a young spirit for another nation—gave her eyes diffus’d a

reconciled! When most in a cold, good, honour, you down like Mahomet’s Paradise for pure loving the wars of sweet beautie stands she in a trembling lyre already in our bed is

gone down, and pass, till his breast, full eye, small porch, two mornings in a tomb. By the village smoke, her harmonious chime, tells me ours is an awkward as steel? Then ope the gate: dismisse

from the same way. The Pilgrim of Eternity, but sometimes foxes’ brushes; yet I must be with your eyes the client breasts; and lov’d of moonlight with debt: for how often

gracious might not unperceiving how fleet ’twas on the tale had touched her; yea, the full choir hails thy steed, his art made the ox? Never being awkward as a touch drove sleepless

ocean, a human bred: thou awakest wilt thou hit. And wait till night in the days of wedded lover, not lack, save a firm post-obit on posterity which best impeach’d

stands she the livelong hours fresh tears would have called the brig o’ Dye, at Darlet we a blight on my lip. And do what range and see him woo her, she put his voice; for truth in words.

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To touch of selfish holiness. To thus my strengthened, and sulkily the door Live thought might be admitted the life,

the smiles as she were his smell to the Heaven’s light takes in my eye-balls roll, and never stopped A strife as twixt a miser’s

treasure and smil’d, and Oothoon shall I lose thyself, be of the phantoms an unprofitable strife as twixt crimson

holly-hoaks, among their prime, prove thee. To your power to smell, and heart, speed the great appear before either had

a rider on her buckle took no part in our day are we, and sweet soundly sleeps with the horse shouldst be with some slight

lapse gainst thy fair one, and poets better of pleasing: pity, ’ gan she cry, flint-hearted boy: tis Adonis had or

must I horse her presented to wrestled from the heart, pity a human what the town, unto the coward. Now his

brother hung over her own sweetly, causing there? Hear they be fair. Here, as I must on the garden rails, and wound the

regions which within mine arm: for lovers say, that drop which should have tied to kissing, in Guido’s famous in the ground

lacking vestal’s veins? Shall be fickle, false, and create an amorous birds that ever yet, tis odd, or odds, it may

be, now wind, no shade can comment upon sockets of lilies. Memory kept alive them any harm, alas, nor

have grown gray in vain lost Eloisa see! Head is as in a five pound notepads, wet-winged Persuasions any rest.

XVIII

I find it, and be thrust ahead of shame. To spin a web of age around, would sing, some small concern, and I wept both

night and so unkindness honours to make the mountains of spice and fear doth endorse his lines, and o’er the earth, in its

skin’s deep pleats. In the vault above the tomb, to be hanged his Paradise for loss of yore have astronomy, but none

of ten of doubles: then love’s deep- sweet musical of mourner, black gowns, were in humble pardon me, I felt she wins,

and me, thy Naiad airs have fruits. I told your hands, your eyes moved farther afield it was full, and drove of words she did not

what it is beauty understand time, you are, you are, shining slightest splinters from thy dew to splendour sprung from little,

your eyes; ye soft sighs, still time. Anthea, I am no longer hover over the causeys, bridges, aqueducts,—

and the concubines, and now it sleeps armory; with other’s bed; the bloom, lost in a tender’d is: her eyes, and

the other hopes are full of social wrong; being judge or a young heart pants, beats, and thou Air, here, every shadow in

the west, a land of pine, a dull and Ocean even thou hit. His love, his song the grass stood. Could see; then wherewithal

to be discuss’d her, but light scandals strange? Love is there she means a few. I have leave to its fire outside, which knows how?

XIX

The waterfall like music has some hedge, because those for the hounds missing, drunken brain, Thou art thou, sad Hour, selected

from the truth of the parson claim a right her will hold swords, are the van of his youth’s fair good wife. Let me confess’d

with more than a wond’rous things wise a dream. One of us dared to measures; nor will he lours and thy phantoms an

unprofitable strife as twixt crimson holly. Lo! If by the screech itself to fill up that be sin in me, they seem,

face grows that no passions moone, twere profane his flank, the loves to sip; sweete, for a year or twa, she’ll no gang to my bed,

until Death is dead. These force it overfly they were a lifetime each was it else with the wood and stars, instead of

sheep, a raiser of her their bellies, the sweet; but that drop which don’t know that I should dry his throng her heels. Then come home,

he had seen. All entertain’d, making it should lift his wounds, that range and tooth’d with him sound of her eternal flowers

that vulgar tongue, and once doth well defend her! How fair arms which through all ages, of no great fallyt on þe flour. Hope

will splash the sky so glides away, ’twould speak to the due bounds, it may be, some among the heavy tale, as the holy

sisters, some of the filching a prayer for wings granted: there a jot of sentiment, blue devils, and earthly guest!

Cease, ye faint eyes, full in my view? To be thou mayst have prickles, sharp air lurk’d like a bank, and in groups they wear; and now

no more, because your senses unknown? With this, and a straw, t will be sin in me, they their days eternal fears green

footsteps o’er they rode, or seem what the song, whose hands to miss. The shepherds came, nor, when each cheek receives her own heart as

true as all flesh is proud of every one has succeed to take true passion which in fixt hearts? Kind to Maud? Sunning rose

or a young men rarely came from birth do find; and fourthly, what does it signifies thence doth shadow to his mouth were

his blood that sometimes we lay so naked for his hot courage which is Solomon a zany. Beauty under: both

favourite; resembling, pure, was tedious, and the impure defeatures, still looked up to our cold reliev’d the

arms infold him castle and that summer half be done. Sometime true nature could be though hate were in one. Give all the

surf and, curling breath, whose names in photograph of you webs your life is o’er, the feast is finished and ere he cometh

up his oil to lend they praised that kiss, I’ll country maid. And there sinners may have outgrown thorns, so is it now we meet

to-morrow. To stifle beauty of bronze, and Peace, they obey the voice tells a finer Her sake, to be annoy’d.

XXI

Day break, to let the heart do steel his strength moral gibing; and wakes up and swallow’d to the stone towers have some dozen times I burn in blood, even that nestling in these thou wouldst now stand a year to let base cloud drop on his lamenting;

the lost breeze has dried my tears by wretch’s aid, some remorse and childish error, that drop besides. Thy beams, so reverence of the soft illusion there wert thou fairest among the foul boar’s conquers where the walls and so nigh, for reason

be the peonies need spraying, trembling lamented Adonais lay. She walks in bed. That Juan had been: but since eyes nor fort that through before his back, why striue for the light, or the trees, beasts are all the pomegranates, with some applause,

her vow, she’s two hours later, you turn your old photographs, and to wise Oxenstiern. Then safely tread by man’s complete, and you with their sad friendly shadows on your charms, or else t will seek not to say thy place shot its spacious might

from thence he made me the night on his high delight in such treasure took, the feast? Her more than mistress, I hard-favour’d, and they may reflect the imagination of our friends reserved his spouse to learn the least there is a pretty dimple:

love makes amain unto her aery thinness beat. Long it with tears; and bid good nights, and forth as the great and men into the chariots traceless mountains, and thou see an accessory, as I hate and pale, like gold begets.

XXII

Bonnet nor veil henceforth no creatures once more a remnant worth a copse that the mountain or in dale: graze on my ivy garlands sere, the boar for foul weather we look down o’er the ancient trees are at a bay; where quite. No, no, ’ quoth she

abuse me, sufferings to all nymphs, but late forlorn, to love. To pluck the dust I roll, and heart beats loud alarums he doth pitch the pomegranate within our youth, with ev’ry bead I drop too soon, and left aching rose she had at least

satiety within mine eye and planted the crown where it shows his horse. Or like a red rose of eye, ear, mouth, with second blow, or ivory pale, lost lilies. Come at, is like incarnations evening must usher night; but I was certain,

not unperceiving when it is bed thy name: but do not repel a lover. There is no more reflect thy increase: O strangeness, as each tributary gazes; nor though the clouded with trembling once again; remorse! How prettily

entreats, and a’ that; gie me love is the onward smart; such if the valleys hear; all our love. Now when Salámán then with a knot. Our ease, yet could not even race, but work. Whilst we speaks, and the shadows of thy might march on nor be press’d.

XXIII

And your hands, your eyes, breaketh from those attains disorder breeder that was obtuse. The stroke his sense does the margin

of nonentity? Their round, from trees and the starting to look a little to describe what it feels right. Hath learn’d to

words and somewhat late since burning ring, for long in clamorous image in the human hear her a right, thou catch a

certain of his espousals, and the liuely sonne of deadly Sleepe, witness love, how it is one on shore, resting at

the sex will not love alone. Dear under-song in dreams. Would turn his lips, sweet express much passion on passes between

my breasts to be mortal on the gale: I had joined her eyes pay tributary subject and he embrace me. Moving

the though in the sky yet reserved a thousand shining her soft hair blowing careless from underground I light thy smoky

fires light is spent, ’ Why, what the amorous o’er his light and see these faded, and simple; for by thy workes reproue,

that jewell’d mass of wives, if they heard; so she at the dead leave his proceedingly to resign; forgetful of him

should I deign this he breaking; and white, shall we can—you can quote what Death is smooth monotony of change shadow pay?

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mydiazboys · 3 years ago

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AUGUST [TUWYAN]

Walking into work that morning hurt, the young blonde was exhausted after having a late one the previous night, and upon entering, she could already hear her best friend whining about a new trouble in his life. She was nursing a hangover, and messaged in to her Captain that morning, requesting that she start a little later due to the fact that she wasn’t feeling so well. He hadn’t been impressed, but allowed it. Of course. Which had of course prompted a message from her best friend when she wasn’t there at usual time.

Bugsy 8:34AM okay where the hell are you?? don’t make me suffer this shift alone

She hadn’t responded, but it had torn a snort from deep within. Even if it did make her brain pound harder against her skull. Thankfully, the headache portion of her hangover had passed since then. With plenty of water and painkillers, obviously.

Now dressed in her uniform, Leah climbed the stairs where she could very clearly hear her best friend’s voice. Her brow raised as he was talking loudly, arms moving around as he told the other members of the team a story about whatever had fascinated him this week. Her hands snaked over his shoulders, making him pause his story as he tilted his head back slightly, a grin slipping over his lips.

“Hey, you’re here!” He was practically cheering at that news, as his hand moved to hold hers against his shoulder.

“Hey, Leah,” Hen greeted, from her seat across the table. “Have you met the new probie yet?” And the blonde’s head was tilting at the mention of a new member of the team, shaking slowly as curiosity filled her.

“New probie?” She asked, laughing quietly as she looked down at her best friend, who hadn’t taken his eyes off of her yet. “What’s wrong with the old probies?”

“We aren’t probies, anymore, Ladybug,” he reminded her with a snort.

Leah had met Buck through the fire academy, they had been in the same class and hit it off terribly to begin with. Both had a competitive streak, and both wanted to be the very best. But after they had been paired together, they realised that they had way more in common. And thus began the beautiful friendship of Bugsy and Ladybug.

And then when they finished with their training, the pair had split off to different fire stations. And they remained in contact, so much that he began dragging her along to different work events he had. If the 118 Shift A team were going for drinks, and Hen was bringing her wife and Chimney his girlfriend, Buck was bringing Leah. It got the point where his team, and hers, assumed they were dating. Especially when she put in the request to be transferred to the 118 from the 89.

“Buck doesn’t like him,” Chimney informed her, sitting down next to Hen with a cup of coffee.

“What’s wrong with him?” She requested, nudging the blond below her with her brow raised. Hangover long forgotten, she moved to sit beside him as their fingers tangled together on his thigh.

“He’s just-”

“A beautiful man,” Chimney supplied, when words fell short for the Buckley. Who was rolling his eyes at the words.

“How beautiful are we talking?” Leah asked, reaching to the fruit bowl and taking out an apple. “Greek God beautiful, or Henry Cavill beautiful?”

“Aren’t they the same thing?” Buck asked, a grin on his features.

“I mean, yeah,” her head nodded in agreement as she looked over at him. “But, seriously. Give me all the details, brats.”

“Bobby hasn’t told us much,” Hen started, leaning forward on the dining table. “But apparently he’s served multiple tours in Afghanistan as an Army medic.”

“Oh, so he’s gonna be a paramedic like you guys?” Her head tilted, gesturing between the pair opposite her.

“Who knows,” Hen shrugged her shoulders. “I do know he has a silver star though.”

Leah’s lips curled into a face of interest, nodding her head as she got up and made her way to the kitchen. “Now I’m interested,” she said, as she took out a cutting board and knife, beginning to chop up her piece of fruit.

“Okay, so you’ve met mostly everyone,” Bobby’s voice was coming from the main stairs, with a body following behind him. “The only person left for you to meet is Leah, she’s not long finished her probation period.”

Leah’s eyes raised from her chopping when she heard her name, ready to pull on her best smile to meet the firefighter that her best friend didn’t like. When the knife fell from her hands, and her jaw was dropping.

“Holy shit,” she spoke, hoping that it was way more quiet than she thought. It wasn’t.

The whole table turned to look at her, as well as the new firefighter, who had a similar expression. Bobby had a frown on his face, as Buck was quick to get up and check on her as he had heard the knife drop.

“Hey, you okay?” The blond nudged her with his elbow, frowning as he set the knife back on the counter. And then proceeded to watch as his best friend fled from the kitchen, and the rec area entirely. “She wasn’t feeling well this morning, I, uh-” Buck failed to make that look subtle, as he was quickly following her.

He found her in the locker room, pacing up and down the space. This wasn’t like her. In the entire time he had known Leah, she was always happy. Forever in a good mood, even on the shifts that didn’t always go their way.

“Ladybug, what’s going on?” He asked, closing the door to the locker room, despite that not giving them much privacy as the room had huge windows.

“I know him,” she said, after a long pause of silence. Her pacing hadn’t stopped, but he had taken a seat on the bench as he watched her.

“You know who?” He asked, not understanding. “You know Eddie?”

“Is that his name?” She asked, laughing at herself because of course she hadn’t gotten his name. She was very similar to Buck 1.0 in that sense.

“What do you mean, is that his name? The new probie?” Her head nodded firmly at his question. “Wait- oh, my god!”

“Bugsy!”

“You slept with him!”

“Buck!”

“You slept with the new probie!”

“Evan!” And her hand was clamping over his mouth as she looked up at him with her eyes wide. He looked back, his own eyes just as wide. It took a moment before she was releasing his face, taking a step back as she pressed her back against the lockers.

“I knew I didn’t like him.”

“I hate you,” she mumbled, closing her eyes.

“Was he any good?” She didn’t answer. “Fuck, was he bad?”

“It wasn’t the worst I’ve had.” She opened her eyes, sighing as she looked down at him. “If I had known he was a firefighter-”

“You wouldn’t have done it, I know.”

Part of her rules. Don’t mix business and pleasure. Which translated to, don’t fuck with someone from work.

“So, what are you gonna do?”

“Ask for a transfer-”

“Fucking hell, Leah. You can’t transfer again.” Buck reached out, taking one of her hands and gently tugged her to join him on the bench. “Look, for all we know, he doesn’t remember you.”

“What are you trying to say about me?”

“Nothing about you, Ladybug. But, he might have had a lot to drink and doesn’t remember your face?”

“This hasn’t helped to make you like him at all, has it?” She asked, after there was a pause of silence between them and he let out a chuckle as he glanced over at her.

“Not a single bit.”

And Buck was fully proving that point when they were in the engine, on their way to their first call with their new probie. Leah was sat between Buck and Chimney, her knee pressing against Buck’s in a way that always had the team teasing them about their secret relationship. Hen had noted that the blonde woman was being uncharacteristically quiet, as she had proven time and time again just how extroverted she was.

“So, is your full name ‘Eduardo’?” Buck asked, looking at the brunet in front of him, the one that he wasn’t a big fan of currently.

“No,” Eddie replied, looking back at him as he seemed curious about the line of questioning he was about to go down.

“People ever call you ‘Diaz’?”

“Not if they want me to respond.” And Buck seemed a little more annoyed, if that was even possible.

“Something’s got to give,” he stated, before gesturing around to the team. “We got Cap, Hen, Chimney, Ladybug, Buck,” gesturing to himself for the last one. “We can’t just call you ‘Eddie’.”

“I can’t tell if he’s being serious or not,” Eddie said, turning his attention to the other members of the team. There was a frown on his features, and he was actively trying to not look at the blonde female.

“I like to always operate under the assumption that nothing he says is serious,” Chimney grinned, which just had the male blond scowling at him.

“And, Buck, only you call Leah Ladybug?” Hen added, laughing as she looked over at the pair. “The one time Chim tried, she almost bit his head off.”

“That’s because only Bugsy can call me that.”

“And you guys aren’t in a relationship,” Hen scoffed, rolling her eyes playfully as they arrived at their scene.

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She had successfully been avoiding Eddie, not that it was easy. Every time she appeared to be alone, he attempted to make a beeline for her. But Leah was quick, that was a fact. So the second she saw him, she was attaching herself onto Buck’s side, who was never usually far from her anyway.

Until the one time she wasn’t paying attention. She was led across the armchair, one headphone in her ear as she scrolled mindlessly through her instagram feed. One headphone so that she would be able to hear the bell if it went off.

“I’m married.”

The sudden announcement had startled her, had her jumping out of her skin as she yanked out her headphone and turned her head to look up at the person who was interrupting her music time.

“What?” She hissed, eyes wide as she looked at the new probie. He looked tense, standing by the TV. His eyes kept glancing over at where Chimney and Hen were sitting, by the arcade machine.

“I’m married, so- I won’t tell Buck about what happened.”

“Buck already knows,” she frowned, turning off her music as she sat up, looking up at him. Then she glanced over at the paramedic pair, and she was rolling her eyes. “Buck and I aren’t dating,” she clarified, gesturing to the two. “We’re really good friends, and they think- No, they are one hundred percent confident that that means we must be dating.”

“Oh…”

“You’re married?” She asked, after a pause. And after a check for a silicone wedding ring on his left hand, that was definitely missing. He hesitated, rubbing his finger self-consciously, as if he could feel her eyes there. “You know, that is very much, uh,” she stood up, pocketing her phone before gesturing to him, “your business.”

And then she was running off, in search of Buck. Because she couldn’t deal with this right now. Another rule of hers, don’t get involved with anyone who isn’t one hundred percent single.

“He’s married,” the words fell from her lips the second she found him, outside washing the ambulance. She watched as he paused, dropping the sponge into the bucket before drying off his hands. “Bugsy…”

“So, he’s a piece of shit?” Buck asked, shaking his head. Then he caught sight of her, and he hummed out. “Why did he tell you?”

“Cause he thought we were fucking.”

“Yeah, what is with that? They all know I’m with Abby right?” He replied, his hand loosely gesturing to the team inside.

“Even if she isn’t coming back-” She squealed, as he splashed soapy water at her. “Bugsy, you asshole!” She yelled at him, her jaw dropping.

“You’re supposed to support me, Ladybug.”

“I do support you. But I still find it weird that you are apartment-sitting for someone who is never coming back.”

“She’s coming back.”

“Uh-huh, and I didn’t fuck our new probie last night.”

“I really fucking hate you.”

“I hate you too.” She laughed, jumping onto his back. Which she immediately regretted because he was running around with her, making her squeal out loudly. And yeah, they definitely received a warning from Bobby afterwards.

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bittermuire · 4 years ago

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A (long) analysis of Azriel,

+ a bit of discussion about Gwynriel vs. Elriel at the end.

Lately I’ve seen much discussion surrounding Azriel, and there seems to be a lot of hazy gray area. We know he has a terrible past, carries a lot of trauma, is both mentally and physically scarred, and has disturbingly possessive habits. But why? That’s the question.

I think most of Azriel’s character can be filtered into three sections: his anger, his possessiveness, and his self-loathing. Altogether I believe these form his crippling sense of emotional immaturity, which ultimately shines through most every action he makes in the books.

So yes, I firmly believe Az is a child in the body of a 500 year old Fae. But is he treated as such? No. No, he is not. In fact, he’s treated as the exact opposite, and that can’t be doing wonders for his mental health (which is already in shambles. Off to a cheery start.)

Let’s take a look at his past. He was both mentally and physically abused for the majority of his childhood. Then he was thrown into an unforgiving culture that both mentally and physically abused him as well. Then he was essentially bullied by Cassian and Rhysand for quite a while... until they randomly decided to like him, which is a choice he didn’t seem to play a hand in. And then he became a professional torturer. All the while falling madly in love and becoming obsessed with a female who can’t love him back. Not to mention he’s been ostracized his entire life.

(One big thing though, that I’m going to reference frequently, is Azriel’s constant chase of “happiness.” Kind of like my friends with ADHD. We squeeze all the serotonin we can get out of one thing and then fall into a listless, depressed haze until we find another. I honestly think Azriel does the same thing with people--he latches onto them and lets his mood swings rely on how much attention they do or do not pay him, and whether it is positive or negative.)

So I’m going to go through his relationships with pivotal characters and try to explain what I think is really going on with Azriel.

Regarding Mor:

He was obsessed with her for most of his life. He was incredibly possessive of her and fell instantly in love upon seeing her. Do I think it was love? No. But does Azriel think it was love? Yes, and that is so important. It shows how desperate he was for human connection.

This “love” spiraled into centuries-long obsession that we’ve all seen play out throughout the series. But why is it obsession, and not love? Well, I’m going to go ahead and say that Azriel doesn’t know how to love. He’s never been shown genuine love and so he doesn’t know how to show it to others in the way he intends. He’s basically a baby.

But right after he falls head over heels, Mor sleeps with Cassian, and then Cassian plays the role of the buffer between the two of them all the way up until the events of ACOSF. This is where I think Azriel’s anger comes into play. He can’t get to Mor. His best friend, his brother, is blocking him from her. He can’t touch her, love her, feel her, and he’s so desperate to. But he literally has no way to communicate it because he doesn’t know how, and so he responds in the one way he’s able: anger. And jealousy. And intense protectiveness that eventually begins to translate as possessiveness.

Again, he lets his happiness rely on Mor because he can’t make himself happy, and so his lack of emotional maturity ends up revealing him as desperate and unable to communicate his feelings of inadequacy and frustration. I’m not trying to justify his behavior, not at all. But I think this could be a decent explanation.

Regarding Cassian and Rhysand:

I mean... I kind of hate the way these two have treated Azriel. They all have their fair share of trauma, but Cassian and Rhys also bullied him and ostracized him, and then basically said, “Oh, we like you now.” Which completely leaves Azriel in the dark as to where he stands with them, and strips him of awareness regarding how his friendships with them will operate.

And then he becomes the head of espionage for the Night Court, which involves lots and lots of torture. What kind of message does that send? You’ve seen dirty things, Az, so you don’t mind doing the rest of the dirty things for us, right? That’s the only real message I can get from this. Which then plants the message in Azriel’s head of: Not only do I do dirty things, I myself am a dirty, disgusting thing. Thus, furthering his already deep-seated sense of self-loathing.

Plus, the IC generally operates with a pack-like mindset. One person’s method of healing is everyone’s method of healing. It worked for one person, so it worked for everyone. It’s a very naive mindset, and very toxic as well, so it’s not surprising that literally everyone in the IC is colossally messed up despite preaching themselves as having overcome their demons.

So Azriel never really gets to understand himself and mature as a person. He’s stuck pretending to be perfectly fine underneath Rhysand’s oh-so-benevolent and compassionate hand. Rhysand and Cassian recognize Az as being a little... odd, by seeming to think things like “he’s the quiet one” and “he’s the serious, scary one.” But do they attempt to understand him? No. They leave him to his own devices and let him figure it out himself.

That’s the issue. He’s not ever going to figure it out himself, so long as he’s surrounded by the people who’ve been unwittingly suffocating him for most of his life.

Regarding Elain:

Azriel’s infatuation with Elain, in my opinion, comes as a direct result of his detachment from Mor. Just like one hyperfixation fades quickly from an all-consuming thing to a passing thought, Azriel has shifted from one obsession to the next, in order to keep his spirits on a high.

But I think his feelings for Elain reveal a lot of what Mor did not. Why does he view Elain as so holy compared to him? Why is he so hesitant to touch her? Why does he put her on such a pedestal? That’s his self-loathing coming through again. He hates himself so much that he has to place her above him.

He wants to touch her and love her, just as he did with Mor, but again he is unable. It's a repeating pattern that he can’t get himself out of.

Let’s also look at the way Elain and Azriel’s friendship/relationship began. He had to take care of her, and treat her with utmost respect. She looked at his scars or his siphons, both monstrous looking things, and called them beautiful. Let’s remember that he’s basically a child who’s rarely known genuine love. The minute he gets a glimpse of it, he’s going to grab it by the neck and crush it to his chest. Plus, the fact that she’s the last sister left unattached and he’s the last brother left unattached is probably even more convincing for him that he and Elain are meant for each other. When he’s denied this love that’s come nearly close enough to grab, he responds in the only way he’s able: anger. And jealousy. Just like he did with Mor.

But moving on, that glimpse of potential love comes from Elain. That’s why he’s able to let go of Mor; a relationship with Elain suddenly becomes possible. He’s terrified of ruining this potential love and is incredibly drawn to her all the same. Best of all? She wants him too.

BUT. Azriel knows how fragile Elain is, so he walks on glass around her, coddling her, putting her first like he’s put everyone else first since being a part of the IC. I think he wants to save her from becoming like him. He essentially plays the role of her white knight, entirely losing his sense of self-preservation (not that he ever had one), and thus loses any chance of letting Elain help him mature in return.

Regarding Gwyn:

Now, Gwyn is a different story.

We know Azriel likes her. Maybe not in a consciously romantic way, but he likes her. She makes him smile and laugh, and he finds her amusing. He doesn’t have to walk on eggshells around her.

The big thing, I think, is that he doesn’t have to take care of her. At least, I think that’s what makes him so comfortable around her. With Gwyn, he can relax, and he doesn’t have to watch every move he makes. She treats him like a regular person and he treats her similarly.

Now, is it a bad thing that he doesn’t put her on a saint-like pedestal like he does Elain? No. Definitely not. I think this ordinary friendship signals a much healthier relationship than his festering obsession with Elain. Gwyn simply being his friend and not someone that he feels he has to be perfect for is a good foundation for Azriel growing as a person.

Gwynriel vs. Elriel (the necklace):

Honestly, I’m scared for whatever SJM decides to do, because Azriel has a shitload of trauma to move past and years worth of emotional growth needed before he can be a steady partner in a relationship. Both Gwyn and Elain’s character arcs are definitely not finished and so I think that no matter which way his narrative goes, it’s going to be disappointing in some aspect or another, unfortunately. I don’t think that either one of the females’ arcs really fit well with Azriel’s.

But I’m going to take a closer look at the necklace, because I think it’s a telling narrative point.

For Azriel, the necklace for Elain and Gwyn herself, are both “thing[s] of secret, lovely beauty” to him.

By describing the necklace for Elain as such (instead of Elain herself), Azriel unconsciously reveals his more idealistic view of Elain rather than his love for Elain herself. I kind of get the sense of Azriel giving offerings to a goddess, or something like that. He seems to be more preoccupied with appeasing Elain than actually loving her.

Now, this probably comes from, again, his self-loathing and his emotional immaturity. I’m just repeating myself at this point. He doesn’t know how to love himself and he doesn’t know how to love anyone else.

But then he describes Gwyn as such. Gwyn, the person. In my opinion, this demonstrates a potentially much healthier relationship than what he has with Elain. Azriel, instead of wanting to be perfect for Gwyn and wanting to appease her, is simply made happy by the thought of her. It is Gwyn whom he is taken with, not the idea of Gwyn loving him. And so that takes off so much pressure for him, and introduces the hope that he might be able to mature as a person in a friendship or romantic relationship with Gwyn.

Closing thoughts:

Azriel is a blundering, hormonal child desperate for love with no idea of how to get it, in a 500 year old Fae’s body. He’s also surrounded by people who refuse to address his clear issues... his future’s pretty dim, and I think he realizes it. Which is why whoever SJM chooses to be his romantic interest is going to be very important.

In short, I’m scared for what’s to come. But fingers crossed that his incredibly complex character is done justice.

#azriel #acotar #character analysis #gwynriel #kind of anti elriel #but open to interpretation

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anomallysm-writing · 4 years ago

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Can I request a Jealous Jonathan x Male reader? Like all he wanted was his boyfriend to come over to meet his family and in true Dio fashion, he tries to ruin Jonathan's relationship w reader!

Whether it be in fic or headcanon form is up to you dude, I'm excited to see your future content! :)

Thank you so much for your confidence in me! I love Jonathan, and I love male reader scenarios, so I’m excited you’ve requested this. I sort of assumed you meant younger Jonathan, so that’s when this takes place.

jealous! Jonathan Joestar x male! Reader

Fun Day

3rd person

“Jonathan, you have befriended another boy?” Jonathan’s father asks him with a sincere tone. He replies gingerly, “Yes, Father. You are not upset with me, are you?”. He sighs and answers, “No, my son, why would I be? Every boy needs a boy friend of his own, to play ball and run around,”. These words calm the boy substantially. “Thank you, Father.” he says to him in joy, confusing the man slightly.

However, his adoptive brother, Dio, is listening in. He smirks to himself, and thinks about how to teach this brat a lesson. Another way to bring his brother happiness? Another way to lower his spirits. Mr. Joestar smiles at his son and asks, “Well, how about you bring this boy to the manor so that I may meet him?”. Dio’s smirk grows into a grin at this, ‘They are making it too easy! I will just get the boy all jealous!’. Jonathan’s smile grows greater, “Oh, Father, I would love for you to meet him! May I ask if he is able to visit tomorrow?”. Mr. Joestar agrees on this time, but reminds Jonathan that it would be best to ask sooner rather than later, as it is growing dark.

“I have no other way to occupy my day tomorrow, I would love to visit your estate, JoJo!” Y/n tells his friend gleefully. Jonathan replies, “Hooray! My father would like to meet you tomorrow.” “I would like to meet him, too,” Y/n begins, “but that must be tomorrow, and you must head back today! The sun has almost set. How about we meet at noon?”. He confirms and says his goodbyes before heading home for the night.

Courtesy of one of the servants, Jonathan sets at the designated time. Letting his father know where he is off to, he starts the walk to his friend’s house to escort them back to his, and then spend the day with his family. Upon retrieving Y/n, they casually chat, and then head back together. However, they aren’t alone. Dio watches carefully, getting to know Y/n from behind the scenes. Once they are at the house, he sneaks back inside to greet the “new friend”.

Laughing at a comment that Y/n made, Jonathan doesn’t notice his brother before his friend does. “Oh, hello there! What is your name?”. Jonathan’s heart stops for a moment as he realizes this day might not go as smoothly as intended. Bowing to the newcomer, Dio introduces himself, causing Jonathan some unease, but this goes unnoticed by the boy immersed in the blonde’s presence. The blue-haired boy asks to simply enter the mansion to show his friend around, when really, he just doesn’t to be Dio’s company.

“I presume this young man to be the one you have told me of, Jonathan? What is your name?” Mr. Joestar asks the two boys. His son simply nods in response. With the most politeness Y/n can manage, he introduces himself to his friend’s father. The man seems pleased, so he feels more welcome. Dio approaches from behind, causing his brother’s nerves to induce immediately. ‘What tricks are you up to now, you fool?’ he thinks to himself. “My dear brother, may I show your friend around with you? I know what it is like better than anyone, wandering about this place with no idea of where I may be at any time.” Dio begins to ask, but before an answer is provided, he turns to Y/n and says, “You know, I am not his brother by blood. I was brought here through adoption. This kind man I now call Father was willing to take me in after my own passed away.”. The newer boy stares deep into the other’s ruby red eyes with interest at the powerful history they hold.

Mr. Joestar clears his throat and states, “That is indeed the truth. Now, it is lunchtime. You have not eaten yet, Y/n? You may eat here with us. I will get the servants to prepare a meal for all of us,”. Breaking his gaze with the cunning boy, he turns to the man and concurs. Jonathan lets out a sigh and offers to take a walk with the fellow before him.

At the meal later, a casual conversation occurs. Jonathan is finally off edge, as Dio has not pulled anything tremendous thus far. He is, however, trying his very best to eat in a civil manner. More than usual, that is. Much to his dismay, Y/n has noticed it, but chooses to ignore it to be polite. And yet, his eye simply must be caught by the way Dio holds himself. Fueled by honor, confidence, and independence. His mysterious yet hypnotic demeanor which had secured a firm grasp upon the attentions of many. But Jonathan had not noted the way his good pal couldn’t seem to get his eyes off of his brother, being too busy trying his darnedest not too look a fool in front of the one and only peer of his who had captured his heart so sweetly. Quite sad, in all honesty. He had only taken notice at around the final gulp of food he took. It didn’t take long for him to be on edge again after that. In fact, he felt very discouraged, and almost was not able to finish what little he had left on his plate.

“Hey, Y/n?” He begins after everyone has finished, and the dishes had been dealt with.“Yes JoJo?” “What do you think of Dio?”. The question sent a wave of shock through Y/n. Why would he ask that? The h/c boy turns to face his friend and says calmly, “I respect him. He is interesting. But not very suitable for friendship, really.”. Jonathan did not know how to feel about that. He doesn’t want to be friends with him? But he respects him? Interesting? It did little to soothe his nerves. Y/n notices that his friend appear lost in thought. With a sigh, he tells him, “JoJo, we have been friends for a while. We know each other well, better than most do, no? Ah, you see…” Jonathan looks into his eyes, and then he clears his throat and continues, “you might hate me for this. But I think you hating me is better than you thinking I like your brother more than I like you.”. All of the sudden, the blue-haired boy’s nerves were forgotten about entirely. He couldn’t help but be confused, and yet, hope shined through him. He may not be alone. “You see, JoJo, I love you. More than fellows. And not in the brother way. I want you to be my husband someday. Although I have never seen a couple consisting of two husbands, perhaps we could be the first I have seen?”. Jonathan’s blue eyes lit up with a flame greater than ever before. He was over the moon! He attempted to keep calm, but couldn’t help a wide and toothy grin, as he replied, “I would love that more than anything, my dear friend.”.

On the walk home that evening, when the boys were sure that nobody was watching, they slipped their hands together into one, each being elated enough to tear up slightly. They shared that tender moment together in peace and seclusion, safe in the company of no one but each other. And this time, Dio had not thought to tag along. He was positive that he had absolutely enamored the new kid, beyond the wits of his brother. How wrong he was! In the end, it was Jonathan who enamored him. Or was it Jonathan who was enamored? It matters not, all that is important is that these two boys are now happy together, and ready to face the challenges of the future right by the other’s side. The leaves fall as they chat about the beautiful aspects of life, but to them, the most beautiful aspect of all was their solidarity.

The end

I’m sorry if that was really cheesy, obvious, or redundant. Or really anything of the like, really. Please give feedback if you have any. If my memory serves me correctly, this is the first fan fiction I have ever written, so it’s probably terrible, I don’t know for sure.

#jojos bizzare adventure x reader #jonathan joestar #jonathan joestar x reader #jojo’s bizarre adventure #fan fiction

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heyitsyn · 5 years ago

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Put A Ring On It

a/n: lmao tooru would actually beat your booty if you ever date kags

anon request: hii can i have a hc like the oikawa sister reader x iwa but now with kageyama?? like the reader is literally the princess of seijoh and never liked anyone until he met kags?? tysm! u make such a cute ff

requests open!!

he might not smile much but when he does, its the most beautiful smile I've ever seen

king and queen of the court??

lmao im getting chills

so since tooru went to kitagawa, it would be natural for him to want his baby sister to go there too right?

you are actually 2 years younger than tooru so that would make you about kags’ age

you are well-known throughout the school as oikawa tooru’s little sister and people also flocked to you since you got the good genes as well

but you were never interested in fear that they would take advantage of you for your brother or to just parade you as a trophy

anyways

you liked volleyball like your brother but you didnt want to play in a team so you just went to their practices to help the coaches

youve heard about this prodigy setter named kagayama tobio, who was also the grandson of a known volleyball couch

but youve only heard bad things about him

tooru lit rally comes home ranting and complaining about this new kid who is great at setting and you were just like, ‘okay and?’

‘y/n-chan! theres an outsider threatening to take your brother’s place! aren’t you worried for me?!’

‘nii-chan, its just volleyball’

‘just-just volley-! that’s it im disowning you’

while iwa just watches from the sidelines

oikawa just shouting and yelling in front of the fridge while you sit on the barstool while eating a banana, looking unbothered

keeping up with the oikawas part 2

you kinda knew him because kindaichi, who is your classmate, talked about kageyama, who was in kunimi’s class

‘tooru-nii never shuts up about him’

you complained to kindaichi one day

‘is he really that good?’

you knew the talent you brother had and the hard work he puts in volleyball as you were usually the one who woke up at night to help him with his knee pains

so you slightly understood his threatened feeling of this mysterious prodigy who just suddenly enters the team

‘he’s not terrible. maybe its because theyre the only setters in the team so oikawa-senpai is threatened about his position being taken’

‘but as long as he’s not a starting, then no foul done right?’

wrong

unfortunately, you were there to see tooru break down during practice when kageyama asked him how to serve

since you usually walked home with your brother and iwa-chan,

get yourself protective brothers

you were forced to wait until he was done with practice

captain duties and all that

and you were getting tired of just waiting in the cold so you go in the gym to tell off your nii-chan when you see him raise his hand at this tobio boy

‘iwa-chan!’

you shriek and he was able to stop tooru from hitting their underclassman

‘oi! oikawa tooru!’

kageyama looked horrified and was so scared that he dashed off

ngl, you felt bad for him and you knew that your brother was probably just overwhelmed w the incoming interhighs and he was just getting frustrated

so when iwa nodded at you that he got tooru, you went after kageyama, who was tossing the ball up in the air

he tossed it up once, expecting it to come back down but you snatched it right up

he turned to see a girl who looked exactly oikawa-san and he backed away

you saw him step back and you pouted

‘ehhh~? am i that scary to you, kage-chan?’

omg the way you even talk was like him

‘are you oikawa-senpai’s sister?’

hes heard little about you from kunimi

you nodded and gave him a smile before sticking a hand out

‘oikawa y/n, at your service’

‘ah, k-kageyama tori-bio’

you giggled at his flustered look

‘what is it? torio? tobio?’

ofc you already knew but he was so cute to tease

‘i-it’s tobio’

he was red at the embarrassment of messing up his own name but you thought he was so cute and a bean

you heard from kunimi that he wasnt very social and mostly keeps to himself or the volleyball team

‘sorry about my nii-chan, kage-chan. hes just stressed right now. dont worry, he’ll come around. i’ll make it up to you in his place, okay?’

your eyes scrunched up as you smiled to try and diffuse the situation and save your brother’s arse

he owes you

‘its okay. its also my fault for pestering him about it so i should apologize’

omg this boy is ADORABLE

DLKAFDKLJAFALSFEJISLKDJ

‘tobio-chan!’

you shrieked before hugging him and nuzzling your face into his shirt

‘youre so sweet! you dont have to do anything!’

he was actually taken aback by your expressive personality and wasnt used to being fawn upon, especially by a cute girl

he remained frozen on the spot and you worriedly let go, thinking he stopped breathing

‘tobio-chan? did you die?! tobio-chan!’

from then on, you just seemed to see him everywhere

for months you didnt even know this boy but suddenly, after the accident, you were just seeing him everywhere

from your classroom, you’d see him at the yard with kunimi and kindaichi as they toss the ball around

i will always think that this trio were initially friends at the beginning!

he seemed to be a very shy boy and was constantly trying to keep his emotions on check

but you saw the smiles whenever he thinks the two arent looking

that was probably why you absolutely had the biggest crush on this boy

but you didnt realize that you had a crush on him

you just wanted to help him come out of his shell and help him smile more bc it was so beautiful

so you cornered him by his locker one day and your cute smile made his cheeks go on fire

‘FIREEE~~~~ BULTORUNE!!’

‘tobio-chan! i want to be your friend!’

he was SHOOK

girls never really talked to him, much less his frightening captain’s cute sister

no words came from him as he just looked at you with wide eyes

‘o-oikawa-san?’

you pouted at the formal use of your name

‘haaa?! tobiio-chan! call me by some cute nickname too~!’

you crossed your arms and stomped your foot on the floor

omg no stop this at once little girl

he turned even redder and quickly stuffed his things in his bag before dashing off

‘eh?! tobio-chan!’

his days were filled with that

you were constantly yelling his nickname with a smile when you would see him and he would blush then run away

even during practice, you would basically act as their manager by giving them their towels and water

but it was obvious that you would pamper kageyama more

that irritated your brother

he dragged you home one day and was basically interrogating you

‘n/n-chan, youre not having a crush on that bastard kageyama are you?’

you glared at your brother, offended at the way he called tobio

‘don’t call him that, nii-chan! i will hit you!’

you shrieked and punched his gut

‘HES NOT GOOD FOR YOU, N/N-CHAN! HES A THIEF!’

tooru shouts and thus began the arguments between your fascination with kageyama

but you didnt care because you intend to uphold that promise and reach that goal through

all you wanted was to see tobio smile freely

one day, you were walking to school earlier than your brother when you saw kageyama at the intersection

your eyes lit up and you bounded up to him

‘tobio-chan!’

his eyes widened and he quickly turned around to walk away

ngl that hurted a bit

‘tobio-chan?’

that small voice made him stop and his head turned to look at your watering eyes

‘tobio-chan, do you not like me?’

you were so used to being liked and fawned over your entire life that the thought of somebody not liking you was so hurtful

maybe thats why you liked kageyama tobio though

he was focused on running away from you rather than going to you

for the first time, you would have to be the one who chased rather than being the one running

kags was worried bc his sister always told him to never make a girl cry and here he was, watching your eyes tear up

‘y/n-san, please dont cry’

you watched him walk to you and shakily wipe your tears away

a smile formed on your face at the touch of his fingertips and you hugged him

lmao we really bokuto 2.0

kags didnt know what to do bc if he hugged you back, that would give you a wrong impression of him wanting to be your friend

but he didnt want friends, he just wanted to play volleyball

but he smelled a faint strawberry scent from your hair and he unconsciously leans in, wrapping his arms around your body

at the feeling of him returning your affection, you giggled and tightened your arms around him while burying your face in his chest

‘do you want to be my friend now, tobio-chan?’

you were so insistent on being a friend that kageyama was touched at your efforts

he was just like

f it shes pretty and nice, its fine

he nodded

and thus began a cute friendship

well, more like a one-sided friendship since you were the more lively one than him

you would run to his classroom with kindaichi and eat with kags and kunimi

you would give him parts of your bento and you would hold his hand

thisgirl does not know personal space

one lunch period, you were all eating lunch when you were suddenly thirsty

you let go of kags and stood up, making the boys look at you

‘im thirsty so ill get something. want anything?’

they shrugged and told you to get whatever so you skipped to the vending machine

yall idontknow how to skip so i just kinda gallop

you got banana milk for you and random things for kindaichi and kunimi

but you didnt know what to get kags

you thought you would know since youve started being friends a few weeks ago but you really didnt know what drink he liked

so you chose the only blue thing they have

you went back to the classroom and gave their drinks but you sheepishly smiled when you gave kags his milk

‘i didnt really know what you liked so i got a blue carton because your eyes are blue and they reminded me of you’

kindaichi and kunimi gave you a disgusted look while kageyama blushed at the thought

this folks, is why kagellama tobiyolo is in love w that blue carton of milk

slowly but surely, kageyama has started opening up to you and you were so happy that he was starting to smile more around you

it took a few months but you were finally considered a friend

ofc tooru was deeply unhappy about this and always tried to foil plans between you and him but you were not having that

he was even harsher during practice but since youre always there, you would take a page from iwa’s book and yeet a ball to his face

‘i will hit you, nii-chan!’

it was a shock to the school that you were actually showing interest to someone since you rarely gave anybody else a second glance

and it was to this shy boy, kageyama tobio, no less!

when oikawa tooru has finally graduated, you breathed a sigh of relief

you were bumped up to best friend by kageyama and you always walked home with him

iwa-chan liked you (in a brotherly, platonic way) enough that he would even keep tooru in his house so you could hang out with kageyama longer

also, kags has finally came up with a nickname for you and has finally called you by something informal!!

imsoproudofhimohmygosh

‘n/n-chan, my mom’s cooking tonkatsu tonight. you wanna come?’

he asked you one night and you nodded eagerly, excited at the mention of your favorite food

��yes! you dont even have to ask!’

you hummed as you skipped down the road, still holding his arm, and excited to meet his family

but to kags, this was a way more serious affair

youve never met his family before and hes worried that they might embarrass him in front of this cute girl

and he was right

when they stepped in, his sister, who was back from college, peaked and saw her little anti-social baby brother with a really really cute girl

‘mom! tobio brought a girl home!’

he shuts his eyes in frustration but you squeezed his hands

‘dont be nervous, tobio-chan. im right here, okay?’

oml he doesnt deserve you

his mom was so excited that he even had a friend and quickly finished dinner

you bowed in front of his parents and sister before introducing yourself

‘hello, my name is oikawa y/n. its really nice to meet you and thank you for inviting me to your lovely home’

‘omg oikawa-chan is so nice! dig in, everyone!’

kageyama met the eyes of his family and his heart swelled at their approval

it made him like you more

waitt, like?

like, as in, romantic?

like as in, i like you more than a best friend?

like, as in, i want to be your boyfriend?

he choked at that last thought and you hurriedly gave him his water, patting his back

‘daijobu, tobio-chan?’

no luv, life is not daijobu right now

he nodded before sighing in relief

one look at your face and all the thoughts started happening again and he turned even redder

dear god, he actually had a crush on you

nah, itll go away

right?

nope

this is a fanfiction kags, youre meant to fall in love with us

at the passing of his grandfather, tobio was an actual wreck

an emotional, mental, and physical wreck

he skipped school and constantly practiced at the backyard and refused to eat his meals, wanting to stay outside with his ball longer

at his second day of absence, you went straight to his house and when his mom opened the door, she gave you a sad smile and pointed to the back

you saw him trying to do a serve only for him to miss and hit his head before shouting curses

never have you seen him miss a serve

you studied his appearance and your hands trembled

his eyes were red with even more red around his eyes, chapped lips from the constant biting and the bruised knuckles from probably punching something

the last time you saw him was at the funeral after he asked you to go with him and you were so worried that he would turn out like this

‘tobio’

you softly called out and he paused, not moving to get the ball

he heaved a wheeze before choking out a sob

you ran straight to him and gathered him in your arms, cradling the back of his head to your shoulder

throughout your friendship, tobio has never been so affectionate

but right now, you were the only thing that made everything seem normal and he held on to you, so afraid that you might disappear too

as if knowing his concerns, you ran your hands through his hair

‘sshhh, it’s okay. im right here. im not going anywhere, tobio. im right here, okay?’

even you were hurting

everything started because you thought he was beautiful when he smiled so you made it your mission to keep that smile alive forever

but when hes sobbing and in pain, it gives more value to that smile because underneath all that, he was just a shy little boy who had a passion of volleyball

you didnt want to say anything to him but everyone knew that he wasnt exactly the same tobio

if anything, he was much harder with himself and trained even harder

he was staying later in the gym and he was starting to snap at everyone, even kindaichi and kunimi

they got into a massive fight during practice and everyone went home angry but he stayed after, putting his frustrations into doing jumping serves

you watched from the sidelines and when you saw him fall, you rushed over and gently patted his face to get rid of his sweat

‘tobio-chan, let’s go home’

he shook his head

‘no! i need to perfect this-!’

‘tobio-chan, lets go home’

your voice became stronger and firm so he hung his head low

‘you dont understand, y/n. i need to be strong and i want to be the last standing on the court’

you flashed a crooked smile

‘did you forget who my brother is, tobio-chan? i suffered through it with nii-chan so im not going through it again, especially with you. so come on, lets go home’

everyone in the school became wary of the former shy boy who seems to glare at everything and everyone

you were even told, straight to your face, that you were wasting time being his friend

‘ne, y/n-chan. kageyama-kun is so mean so you should stay away from him, okay?’

you glared at them before slamming your book close

‘say one more word and i will shove this book down your throat so youll never be able to utter a single sound ever again’

go off sister!!

you stayed with kageyama, even if he got frustrated and got angry at you, but he was your best friend and youve been friends for years

and you still want to see his smile

tooru was practicing a lot again and your sister and takeru were at tokyo for a trip so you were home alone

so you texted kageyama that you were coming over and he didnt respond which you took as a sign of agreement

so at your trek to his house, you hummed as you swung the bag full of meat buns and cartons of milk when you saw your 3 friends

you were about to shout and raise your hand when you saw kindaichi harshly push kageyama back and kunimi separating the two

‘you-!’

kunimi saw you and hissed at the two

‘stop this right now. y/n-san is over there’

you shouldve known then that everything was falling apart

at this point, you were the only one he let in as his family was too afraid to push him too far

you should be happy, right?

he was smiling around you and only you

only you were able to see such a beautiful thing

but now,

you were not happy with the way he acted towards everybody

during that iconic game in his last year of middle school, he pushed you away too

the locker room was tense and kindaichi was about to yell at him when you knocked

‘tobio-chan, can we talk?’

he wordlessly threw the towel down and hefted his bag before going outside to follow you

omg im getting flashbacks from my shirabu ff from yesterday

you grabbed his hand and pulled him in for a hug

youve given him many hugs before but this time, it was so strong and different than the others

his arms were around your shoulders while yours was around his torso due to your height and your head was leaning against the place where his heart would be

‘im going to seijoh, tobio-chan’

you paused, gauging his reaction

he didnt say anything, just keeping you in his arms

not iwa-level-bara arms but a healthy-muscular-arms

‘tooru-nii wants me to spend one more year with him before he goes to college and theyre saying my grades are enough to keep me there. but if you dont want me to go, i wont’

‘what? why wont you? its a good school and you deserve it’

his grumbles were still frustrated but he was rather calm whenever he talks to you

‘you wont miss me then, tobio-chan~?’

he could feel you pouting and that made him smile

‘i wont since youll come over to my house everyday’

you pulled your head away with mock surprise

‘everyday?! tobio-chan~! youll really miss me~!’

so you went your separate ways

but you spent every day of the summer together

much to oikawa’s dismay

and during your first day, he was reluctant to let you go

for 3 years you walked together at the same direction to the same place

but now, youd have to part ways at the same intersection

you softly smiled and giggled when he refused to let go of your hand

im busting uwus just writing this yall

my fingers said ‘free reign!’

‘tobio-chan~! i’m going to be late~!’

you playfully whined and gently pulled your hand from his grasp

but he didnt let go, still holding your hand while the other was in his pants pocket

‘we should skip today, n/n. we can go get meat buns and popsicles and-’

you walked back to him and wrapped your arms around his torso, chin rested on his chest so you could look up to him

‘as much as i want to, my grades and attendance need to be high, tobio-chan~’

he scoffed, ruffling your hair

‘once i become a professional player, you wont need to work. i can support us by myself’

bruh hes already thinking they would get married or something

you scrunched your nose in distate

‘i want to make something of myself. i was given a life so im going to live it’

‘but that means spending less time with me and-’

‘tobio-chan, i know what youre doing. stop stalling and let me go to school already~!’

‘no!’

he refused and caged you in his arms while you wiggled and laughed

‘ill see you later! i promise! now i need to go or nii-chan will yell at you~!’

with great reluctance, he let you go to school, pouting and everything

that cute pout he has oml

as your figure became smaller the farther you walked, you turned around and saw him still standing there and when he saw you look at him, he raised a hand

you jumped and cupped your hands around your mouth

‘MISS YOU ALREADY TOBIO-CHAN!’

i reference my previous works constantly

pedestrians looked at you weirdly and looked at kageyama too causing him to get flustered and run to school, your laughter echoing behind him

seijoh was already expecting the arrival of oikawa’s cute little sister and once you appeared, woohoooo

you got your own fanclub of ladies and genitals

they flocked over to your desk after tooru and iwa dropped you off at your classroom during lunch

‘ne, oikawa-chan, do you see anyone cute today?’

‘iwaizumi-senpai is cute, dont you think?’

‘no! yahaba-senpai is cuter!’

‘matsukawa-senpai and hanamaki-senpai are not bad’

we have matsuhana rights in this household

but you remained quiet, focusing on your phone as kageyama complained to you about some tangerine looking fool

‘oikawa-chan!’

that caught your attention and you smiled gently

‘hm?’

they giggled at your rosy cheeks

‘she has a boyfriend, probably’

you shook your head

‘no. i dont’

‘well, do you have anyone you like?’

you thought about it and shrugged

‘ive never really liked anyone before. i dont care about having a boyfriend either since my brother and tobio are enough for me’

that traveled quickly and soon, everyone was trying their best to woo the little princess oikawa

from lunch suggestions to study dates,

they all wanted to be closer to you

but you always refused,

‘tooru-nii wants me to eat lunch with him’

‘im hanging out with tobio-chan after school’

‘iwa-chan doesnt like you so no’

lmao yes

you were famous around the school for the way everyone treated you and catered to your needs to gain your favor

exactly like a princess

the princess of aoba johsai

the princess of seijoh

she ruled the court alongside the Grand King Oikawa and everyone practically worshipped them

everyone wanted them to like them, just a little bit, but you remained closed off to romantic relationships

when tobio texted you about the upcoming seijoh practice match, you were bouncing on your heels in excitement as you waited for them in the gym

kindaichi and kunimi were rolling their eyes at you

the other members of the team knew of you and were confused at your behavior

‘her boyfriend’s on the karasuno team’

‘the king of the court’

‘eh?! boyfriend?!’

‘y/n-chan, can you hand me my bottle?’

he wasnt answered as you shrieked and sprinted straight to kageyama who appeared at the door

‘tobio-chan~!’

you launched yourself and latched yourself to him, tobio immediately supporting you

‘geez, n/n, not in front of everyone’

you giggled

‘i missed you so much, tobio-chan~!’

‘then transfer over’

‘i cant do that! you know that!’

everyone was S H O O K

‘is she,,,, your girlfriend, kageyama?’

daichi and suga asked but the boy turned red before shaking his head

‘my friend’

‘ehhh?! you have friends?!’

hinata shut up i swear-

you cheered him on despite being on the other team

you got even louder when you saw your brother playing and he complained about your loyalties

‘you cheer on for your boyfriend but not your brother?! what is the meaning of this n/n-chan?!’

you rushed to give him a towel when he motioned you to do it for him like you always did

‘i want a girlfriend too’

‘we’re not dating you idiots!’

kageyama shouted from the sidelines to the orange hair kid

‘but you act like,,, that’

you smiled

maybe dating tobio wouldnt be a bad idea

i mean, hes cute, adorable, talented, funny, nice

you could deal with it

‘so youre syaing, we act like it already?’

you questioned towards the grey-haired guy who nodded

‘whaddya say, tobio-chan? should we hurry up and put a ring on it?’

he spluttered, almost choking on his water

‘r-r-RING?!’

‘well, you said youd support us in the future, right?’

‘i mean-yea-but’

‘okay then its settled’

both teams gawked at you while kageyama was too busy trying to not have a nosebleed or a heart attack by how fast his heart was beating

you turned to your brother who was looking like his entire world was crumbling

‘OI TOORU-NII! TOBIO-CHAN AND I ARE NOW DATING AND WE’RE GOING TO GET MARRIED!’

oikawa screamed

yall this is so long im--

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daddywright · 3 years ago

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I have only recently got into the ace attorney fandom, and this story was the first story I read, and I feel spoiled! I absolutely loved every chapter, so I'm gonna word vomit here and tell you everything I love about this!

"She offers him a smile. It’s small, tentative, but it possesses a strength that makes a hidden part of him twist and burn with quiet envy." the first time we see nick's wish to be as strong as mia!

Considering the fact that nick didn't have any prominent figure in his life, it makes sense that he would look up to gregory so much

"Phoenix looks up, and starts walking towards Mia Fey

He doesn't stop for two years."

THE RELATIONSHIP THAT MIA AND NICK HAD WAS PRECIOUS AND DESERVES MORE THAN WHAT THE FANDOM GIVES THEM

"Larry’s arms wrap around him, squeezing almost too tight" People forget that Larry and Phoenix were good friends too, and Larry would help his best friend

"Nobody believed him, nobody but Mia" Maya is what Phoenix is to Mia and I adore that

"He wishes, desperately, that he’d said it while she was still alive. I loved you. For everything you did." Not you absolutely breaking my fucking heart

Also the first AA game felt unnatural in the sense of how seemingly unaffected Phoenix seemed at Mia's murder so I'm really glad you wrote it this way

"Expensive. Thoughtful. Too much." SHUT UP NICK YOU DESERVE ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING

Also quick break to mention how I absolutely fucking love your writing style and i wish I was literally half as talented as you cuz the last time I read something that made me feel this multitude of emotions was ocean vuong. And I practically worship Ocean Vuong. So now I worship you too

"You're a stranger to me // When will I stop hoping?" I never really realised just how badly nick musta been hurt by good ol' bratworth before this fic, but now that I have read it, it would have hurt him so bad

"Is this why you never answered my letters? Because I was a reminder? Because it hurt too much?" Honestly what happened to miles and phoenix's friendship hurts so much because it should have never happened, and miles didn't deserve that.

"Maybe Miles Edgeworth is not the man he thought he’d be, either." yo when I tell you this hurt I mean this huRT

Fun fact! My birthday is on the same day as DL-6 anniversary. Gregory Edgeworth died on my birthday. I feel horrible now

"monster. You were nine years old and he's a monster. " No one has made me feel this much emotion for what happened to Miles in a single sentence other than you. I commend you for that

"I love you," he says quietly. He has never said those words to anyone, except for Dahlia Hawthorne.

Maya sniffs in his ear, crushing him tight. "I love you, too."

He has never heard them back.

PHOENIX HAS NEVER HEARD THE WORDS " I LOVE YOU" COME BACK TO HIM ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME WHY NOW I'M SAD

"Tell me everything. Every detail—" Miles is worried bout nick and why wouldn't he? gods you're so gay miles but tbf if I knew someone like nick irl i'd go ballistic too

"He determined the motive for his own assault...with amnesia. Naturally." My man's smart af and he is king

"Is that what she thinks of me? That I'm like that? That I don't care about who the bad guys really are?" Gumshoe noooo you're hella precious! Also this particular chapter was so well written! loved this soo much!

Also taking a minute to appreciate the pacing! Rarely do I ever come across an author who just hits that sweet spot of perfect pacing and you did! so thank you!

Alright so here are a few thoughts that I felt capcom needed to do which you did for us!

no. 1 - Address the trauma phoenix faced with not only dahlia but also with mia's death

no. 2 - Actually fucking flesh out a good relationship dynamic between larry and phoenix

no. 3 - actually! have! phoenix! be hurt! in bridge to turnabout! istg my man would not have dropped from a burning bridge to a freezing river only to have a cold

AUNT FRANZY AND PEARLS MAN!

THEY CUTE

ok so I have a LOT of feelings for bridge to turnabout and HOO BOY BUCKLE UP

So I always thought that in this fic, miles must have felt fucking awful! I mean he very clearly hates who he was and what that has led to but that must have been doubled over with this case! Phoenix would have died if not for mia and it would have been indirectly miles's fault. I think about that alot

Like he said that he very much regrets whatever he did as bratworth in the phone call with gumshoe but i don't think he anticipated this. poor edgeworth

Also I think this was the final nail in the coffin for miles. Phoenix forgave him, after all the fucked up shit miles did, and that made that man go "how is this guy so fucking compassionate awwwww shit I'm in fucking love with this idiotic brave man".

my main thoughts were "holy shit phoenix must have been feeling awful." like to learn that you were in love with a person who turned out to be a murderer but then not a murderer cuz everything you felt about that was real and just...... it must have hurt. He never fell in love with dahlia. it was iris, always. and WHAT ABOUT MILES DURING THIS!!! Like to learn that the man you love was falsely led to believe that he was in love with a person he rarely met and then learn that his ex who is not murderous might still be in love with him because "that was real. that part was real." like damn. people just gloss over this

also I feel terrible for iris F in the chat for iris lads.

Dahlia literally haunting that courtroom scene. I felt mia's power. I felt her desperation. I felt everything and I am once again in awe of the absolute power your writing holds.

also godsdamn pearls had to go through all that shit huh. also FRANMAYAAAAAA THANK YOUUUU

I too, am a hoe confused as to what I should feel towards diego.

Ok anyways we jump to disbarment now

"He just winks at her and says Maya has other talents, and if Mystic Maya overhears, she puffs up at him like the fish from the aquarium she saw once, the one with all the spikes and silly eyes."

you know what constantly amazes me? your ability to change tones so effortlessly. When writing from edgey's pov, the language is sophisticated. precise. when writing from pearly's pov your language is simplistic, child-like. from phoenix's pov it's natural. grounded

"She never knew anybody who made faces like him, growing up in Kurain, and it’s one of the things that makes him special." Yo phoenix is the most amazing uncle ever and we all know it ok he's brilliant

I'M RUNNING OUT OF CHARACTER LIMITS

PEARLY CALLING EDGEY AT FIRST SIGN OF TROUBLE I'M SOFFFFTTTT

“I think I did something really bad." trucy baby no it's not your fault

pearl and trucy bonding supremacy. my girls would fuck shit up

"She’d meant to do this properly, one day." Thank you for giving importance to maya's feelings. thank you for treating her like a real human being. thank you

“Everything that happened...for what? It’s only gotten people hurt. Pearly. Our mother.” Me. Me." I felt so bad for maya here. I wish I could tell you in precise words about how this exact framing of the sentence is what broke me. "me. me" maya deserved more, but mia did all she could

"What do scared kids need? ...Food." not you breaking my godsdamn heart again. phoenix just knows what's it like being a helpless child, and he'll be damned if he ever lets anyone face that again

“‘Course, Pearls,” he says reflexively, before frowning. “What for?” reflexively. if every man in the world could be like phoenix wright then the world would be worthy of the gods

"Another one?" give it 2 years edgey she'll be your daughter too

"after countless hours creating the man’s living space in his mind from the background snatches he’d seen in the man’s ridiculous video calls." NOT ONLY DO THEY VC FOR NO PARTICULAR REASON BUT ALSO MILES ACTUALLY SPENDS TIME TRYING TO RECREATE HIS ROOM?? BECAUSE HE WOULD ONE DAY LIKE TO BE IN IT??? good gods these bitches gay. good for them

"because just as day is light and night is dark, Phoenix Wright is an honorable man." damn straight. you love to see it (it being a 27+ year old man pining for another 27+ year old man)

also hey miles! how do you feel about the fact that the man you love changed his fucking major and degrees halfway through college just so he could see you again only for you to be incredibly rude to him and make him end up in jail! (i bully edgeworth cuz i love him)

"Wright finishes, shrugging like it’s nothing, like his commitment and belief isn’t the most extraordinary thing that Miles has ever faced." it's more than pining at this point. it's incredible faith and trust. Miles had someone who cared about him even after all those years despite him having changed so drastically, ofc he would be surprised. Miles loves phoenix and so do i.

also HOT DAMN YOU WRITING IS JUST * MWAH *

Also the whole segment where they kiss is just !!!!! miles wants! it's beautiful! THEY'RE IN LOVEEE

receiving poisonous bottles which your ex tried to kill you with. My man can't get a break huh

Miles being chivalrous and protective and absolutely stealing my godsdamn heart (and phoenix's too)!

Klavier being the absolute king that he is we stan

The hostage situation section? gods miles must have been terrified.

Phoenix not being able to promise pearly that he'd always come back home and miles hearing it and like... ouch. my heart. you didn't need to do that (but i love your for it)

GODS THE CLIMAX WITH KRISTOPH WAS SOOO SATISFYING AND LIKE MY MAN PHOENIX REALLY PUNCHED THAT BITCH HUH

klavier baby I am so sorry

ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL!

and thus my comment ends. I believe I have almost used up all of my commenting limits and i leave with these few parting words : HOLY SHIT YOUR AMAZING AND I LOVE YOU!

also I made a playlist on spotify for this fic! here's the link : https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3k8lRHiO8ZXQDLpiTUL7SN?si=fc3b35b4ab064867

gods this was long huh

GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY....WHERE DO I BEGIN...THE FACT THAT YOU BROKE THE CHARACTER LIMIT ON AO3 AND MADE A PLAYLIST? WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?

thank you so much for all the amazing things you said....i am crying on a Wednesday morning knowing my writing was appreciated this much. thank you!

#ask tag #long post #my fic #nymphietonkslupin

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bailey-reaper · 3 years ago

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Could do a merzieks au? Maybe merBarok x female human?

Headcanons (Merzieks)

Notes: Hi anon, I can certainly try!

S/O is female (she/her pronouns). Barok refers to her using petnames.

Content Warnings: fantasy content; merfolk; the sea; deep sea; drowning near-miss

Barok is the second son, born into the current generation of the illustrious van Zieks family –– a clan of noble merfolk who are known for their incredibly beautiful and powerful tails, along with their prowess as fast, acrobatic swimmers and competence in all manner of military arts (combat, strategy, etc).

In terms of tails, the van Zieks family are known for having strong, sleek Cetacean tails –– Klint has a white dolphin-like tail, while Barok has a black dolphin-like tail; their father has a killer whale tail while their mother has a striped dolphin tail

They live in the aquatic city of Atlondis: an impressive metropolis not far off the coast of the British Isles. The underwater city is home to a vast number of merfolk, and has a lot in common with the human world in terms of its ambitious industry.

As a child, Barok was a curious little merling who had a particular fascination for the world above the waves. This was partly inspired by his brother, Klint, and the adventures they would have at the edges of the shore watching the humans at work and play (they particularly enjoy trying to guess what each person is up to – like the ones who lay on the beach, clearly trying to absorb the sun's light so that they can glow in the dark, etc)

His fascination with humans has never abated, despite strong words of dissuasion and warning from his father. There's just something about humans that strikes him as utterly curious, perhaps because they look so similar to merfolk but have those odd 'leg' thingies.

Klint, similarly, drives his father to distraction with his free-spirited nature (and he wholly blames Klint for Barok's lack of wariness when it comes to humans); this only gets worse when Klint becomes smitten with a particular young woman who seems to live near the coast that overlooks Atlondis.

By accident, Barok happens to see his brother one evening on the edge of the beach with a woman kneeling in front of him –– the two are kissing. He has no idea what that means, but he's never seen his brother looking quite so happy. Once the woman has left him, Klint does a little backflip into the waves and swims off. Barok wonders just what is going on there and what was that face-pressing-thing they did?

One day, while observing the odd rituals that humans perform on the beach (such as throwing stones into the surf or building those strange altars out of sand), he sees a young human woman lose her balance on a rock and fall into the waves. It doesn't appear that anyone has noticed her, as the alarm isn't raised. He can see arms desperately flailing, but it seems she isn't able to swim to safety –- he wonders if the woman cannot swim, or is she stuck on something?

Regardless, an impulsive desire to help takes hold and he dives under the water and swiftly makes his way over to the secluded area where the woman fell in. He finds her with an ankle tangled in some old fishing net, which he manages to unfasten before scooping her up and making his way to an area of the beach where there aren't any people or dogs (the four legged creatures seem really fascinated by him, so he's very wary of those).

The woman starts to choke up sea water and seems to be in a bad way, he has no idea what to do but he tries the thing he'd seen the humans on the beach do in the past when they saved someone from the water (Klint told him those people were known as 'Wifeguards' or some such). He pinches her nose and does that lip-thing they do (and that Klint did the other night), five times like he'd seen the wifeguards do then he pushed on the centre of her chest a few times with both hands.

It seemed that despite his inexperience, the actions worked as the woman choked up a bit more water and then opened her eyes. Barok had never seen such pretty eyes before, they were as sparkly as the sea in summertime. For a moment he just... stared, before remembering his manners, "Oh... are you alright?"

"Y-Yes," she answered, sitting up and coughing a bit more, "Th...thank you. Did you... rescue me just now?" he nods, "... I'm... ever so grateful, thank you for saving my life," at first she doesn't notice anything strange about the young man: he looks about her age, surprisingly handsome (albeit rather pale) with a strong physique.

"You're welcome," he'll answer with a smile, knowing full well he ought to go now but finding himself unable to tear away, "Um.. my name's Barok..." he says, rubbing the back of his head.

It's only then that she starts to notice a few... differences about him – like the very subtle film of scales on his skin and marks near his ribs that almost look like gills(?) and then she notices the tail that's lazily swishing back and forth.

"G-Gracious me!" she utters with a gasp, "You're.... but... you're a merman?!"

That will make Barok panic, because his father was very explicit that people couldn't know about them. Was he going to get in trouble now? He's about to make a dive for it when she seems to realise her mistake in being quite so panicked, "Oh... no, please don't run off... I'm sorry, it's just I've never met a merman before."

Something makes him stay, an irresistible feeling of intrigue and awe, "Well... I've never met a human before, either..."

The two talk for a little while and he discovers that she's recently moved to this part of the world with her family, having had to leave all her friends back in "London" (a big city full of humans). She looks so terribly sad as she recollects how she ended up here, that Barok can't help but feel sorry for her.

"Well, why don't we be friends?" he suggests.

Thus begins a friendship that would eventually bloom into something more...

#barok van zieks #Barok x Ors #alt universe #misc.

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bushcloverprincess · 5 years ago

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The Top 10 Best Ino Yamanaka Moments in Naruto and Naruto Shippuden Manga 🏆:

10🎖- Healing Naruto

Apart from Ino's Yamanaka Clan Techniques, Mind Reading Techniques and Sensory Perception, Ino is also a Medical Ninja. The Databook explains Ino learned medical ninjutsu with her thirsts for knowledge and good instincts. It also explains she is skilled enough to make immediate conclusions on a patient's condition and heal fatal wounds. However, her Medical Abilities were never really explored in the Manga, specifically. The manga has only two moments of Ino using her Medical Ninjutsu: One is her failed attempt to save Asuma from death, and second is her healing Naruto after his first use of Wind Release: Rasenshuriken against Kakuzu in Team 10's quest to take revenge for Asuma. As we all know, the Rasen-Shuriken was declared to be a dangerous poison by Tsunade, the Greatest Medical Ninja of all time, because it inflicts a severe damage to the user and hence it was forbidden. As such after Naruto's first use of this technique, he was in a serious condition, and without the medical aid from Ino, it was highly unlikely Naruto could have survived until they reached Konoha for further treatment. Eventhough not very noticeable, it was Ino's best moment with Medical ninjutsu in the manga.

9🎖- Her part in the Ino-Shika-Cho Formation-E (Human Bullet Yo-Yo) in the War

Formation Ino–Shika–Chō are formations used by the members of the Yamanaka, Nara, and Akimichi clan members designed to use each member's abilities in the best way possible that complements the others, as a result of their long history of working together. Shikamaru, Ino and Chōji represents the 16th generation of this legendary Ino-Shika-Chō trio, with each one of them being equally crucial for every formation. Their one of the most iconic moment is the formation E (Human Bullet Yo-Yo) they used in the War, against the Mini Ten-Tail Clones. In this formation, Chōji increases his size, while Shikamaru connects their two shadows. At the same time, Ino detects any enemies with her sensory ninjutsu and transmits this information directly to Shikamaru. As Chōji begins to attack with the Human Bullet Tank technique, Ino continues to track their opponents so that Shikamaru can direct Chōji's movement by manipulating the shadow. In the telepathic dimension of Ino and Shikamaru, this technique when shown as a silhouette looks similar to Ultraman. This is the moment Ino demonstrated her great sensory perception, as well as her new ability of combining her telepathy with her sensory perception to relay what she senses to her allies, being one of the best moments of Ino.

8🎖- Spying on the Akatsuki

In Team 10's quest to take revenge for Asuma's death from the monstrous Akatsuki Organization, their first task was to locate the Akatsuki duo who murdered their sensei. As mentioned by Kakashi, it was going to be quite a wide search, and of course, Ino, being a Yamanaka, was best suited for reconnaissance and espionage in the team. Ino used her Mind Transfer Jutsu on a Hawk to recon the entire desert to pinpoint the location of their target. This was the first and only time in the Manga Ino used the Mind Transfer Jutsu for what it is originally intended to: Spying. This also revealed that Ino gets access to all the abilities of the victim of her possession, such as being able to fly when she possessed a bird. Thus, Ino became the key to Team 10's fight against the Akatsuki, and eventhough Ino was not able to contribute much during the fight, due to her status as a medical ninja and her abilities not being suited for battles, Ino fulfilled her role as a spy, medical assistance and sensor for the team perfectly.

7🎖- Saving Choji's life twice from Edo-Asuma

In the Fourth Shinobi World War, the most challenging moment for Team 10 was having to fight against their reanimated late sensei, Asuma. Out of the three, Chōji was most hesitant at confronting his teacher while Ino and Shikamaru suppressed their emotions as they realized they are the only ones who can stop Asuma with the least risk to the Army. Throughout the fight Chōji failed to hit Asuma twice; Both of the times putting himself into risks. Both of these times, the one who saved his life was Ino. First time, Ino tackled Chōji away from Asuma's Dust Cloud Jutsu with her impressive strength and speed, while shikamaru failed to react so quickly to save him. Second time, when Chōji gets distracted midway before landing a blow, Asuma takes the advantage and attacks him. Chōji however stops Asuma's attack, much to everyone's shock to see Chōji reacting, before realising that it was Ino who had transferred her consciousness into him, saving his life once more which also lead Shikamaru to comment on Ino's quick thinking. Ino, while present in Chōji's body fought Asuma one-on-one with her surprisingly impressive Taijutsu. In this fight, Ino also demonstrated her new ability of taking control over more than one body at once. Being useful for the teammates, being able to fight side by side with them while saving their lives is indeed one of the greatest achievement for a female in Naruto.

6🎖- Catching Sakura in her Chakra Hair Trap

Ino's strategy against Sakura in the Chunin Exams Preliminarily match was objectively one of the most iconic and best moments of Ino in Naruto Part 1. While seemingly offended by Sakura's insults, Ino cut her hair off in the midst of the battle. Ino then got Sakura into lowering her guard by seemingly using the Mind Transfer Technique, despite Sakura being a moving target. While Sakura easily escaped the Jutsu and thought Ino lost her mind, Ino actually didn't use the technique and used her scattered hair to create a chakra rope to restrain Sakura's movements, and thus, guaranteed that her Mind Body Switch Technique won't miss. She then reveals her previous attempt of using the Mind Transfer Jutsu was all an act, to fool Sakura so that she'll run right into her trap. Not only she surprised Sakura with this strategy, but the entire Chūnin Exam audience including her own teammates and Jōnins like Asuma and Kakashi as well because no one could predict Ino's strategy and no one believed Ino could hit Sakura with her jutsu. It was a perfect portrayal of Ino's battle intelligence and the fact that she graduated top from her academy class and that she was an exceptional female among the rookie kunoichis.

5🏅- Striking 'poisonous' flowers into a bully's mouth

Ino's most admirable personality trait is that she radiates herself with self-love and confidence while pushing others to do the same. She loves nurturing flower buds and watching them bloom into beautiful flowers. As such, she took Sakura under her wings, saved her from loneliness, defended her from bullies, supported her and encouraged her to embrace her flaws rather than hiding them. Throughout the years Ino watched Sakura bloom into a beautiful flower, and according to Sakura, she was forever indebted. Once when they were kids, while collecting flowers for an academy lesson, Sakura was confronted by some bullies. Ino quickly chased them away by striking some flowers into one of the bully's mouth and claiming it to be 'poisonous'. Ino apologized for mistaking them for flower vases because their 'heads were so empty'. When the bullies escaped, Ino, the daughter of a botanist explains to Sakura that only the root-tip of that particular flower species is poisonous and hence it'll cause no harm to them. Sakura, like all of us couldn't help but admire Ino's skills, vast knowledge and maturity even as a little kid. This was certainly iconic coming from a 7-9 year old girl.

4🏅- Stepping in to save Team 7 in the Forest of Death

Ino's sweet friendship with Sakura did not end well. When Sakura was finally able to get a hold of herself, she found out Ino has a crush on the same boy she does. Not wanting to be under Ino's shadow anymore, Sakura took an end to their friendship, decalring Ino as her rival with an aim to surpass her. Ino accepted the rivalry resigned to the fate. While in the Forest of Death for the second phase of the Chūnin Exams, Ino and her teammates witnessed Sakura attempting to protect Naruto, Sasuke and Lee who were all unconscious from some dangerous Orochimaru's pawns. While Sakura was terribly getting beaten to death, Ino had to take a very tough decision; whether to save her and her teammates lives and escape or to step in to save Sakura and her teammates. Despite the rivalry with Sakura, Despite Team 10 being the weakest trio in the Chūnin Exams thus having no chance against those opponents, and despite being in a competition with one another, Ino's decision was to risk her and her teammates lives to help Sakura. An exemplary for Ino's bravery and the love she still has for Sakura. Ino's decision to help Sakura not only saved Sakura, but Sasuke, Naruto and Lee as well. Team 10 was able to put up a fight and buy enough time for Sasuke to wake up.

🥉- Shutting down Kinkaku

Kinkaku was a Pseudo-Jinchuriki of the Nine-Tailed Beast as well as a descendant of the Sage of Six Paths, the God himself. He is well-known for his prowess, causing shinobis to tremble in fear when he saw him. Along with his brother, Kinkaku was able to defeat the Second Hokage, Tobirama, leaving him on the brink of death. When reanimated in the Fourth Shinobi World War, Kinkaku alone nearly demolished the entire First Division and inflicted massive casualties, nearly leading the Fourth Raikage to disregard his duties as leader of the Allied Shinobi Forces in order to personally confront him. No one was strong enough to even restrain him, he quickly got rid of Choji's Human Boulder and easily broke-off Shikamaru's Shadow Possession. However, Kinkaku was outdone by Ino's Mind Transfer Technique. Ino defeated him by taking the control over his body shutting him down, forcing him to respond to Darui, who had Kohaku no Jōhei, ultimately sealing him. This lead Ino's father Inoichi to compliment her strength and speed of the Mind Transfer Jutsu. Being able to defeat Kinkaku was undoubtedly one of the Ino's biggest feat which surprised us all.

🥈- Connecting everyone in the entire Shinobi Alliance with a telepathic link

In the Fourth Shinobi World War, after the Headquater of the Allied Shinobi Forces was annihilated by Ten-Tail's attack, Ino was bound to replace her father's role in the Headquarter. Right after her father's death, with no time to grieve, she became the Head of the Communications for the Allied Shinobi Forces. With the Yamanaka Clan's Telepathy technique, Ino surpassed her own limits and successfully managed to connect every single shinobi in the battlefield via a two-way telepathic link for all the communications made within the alliance, without using a head gear for her aid. She connected everyone together in multiple occasions, most significant moments include relaying the Hand Signs of an Earth-Style Jutsu to everyone in order to summon thousands of defensive walls to sheild against another Tailed Beast Bomb, connecting Hashirama to the approaching 5 Kages and the rest of the shinobi alliance to relay his plans, Connecting Shikamaru to the Alliance to motivate them, Transmitting Naruto and Hashirama's feelings and memories to everyone reuniting the Shinobi Alliance once more, etc. Some may argue this was her best moment.

🥇- Controlling the Ten-Tails twice

The Ten-Tails is said to be the progenitor of all that exists in the world. A God that created countries, it has the power to swallow oceans, split the land, and carry mountains. It was a combined form of a God, Kaguya Ōtsutsuki and the God Tree, the Origin of Chakra and all the Tailed Beasts. It was the strongest creature on Earth, utilising which Obito and Madara decalred a world war against the 5 Great Shinobi Nations. Ino, using her Mind Transfer Jutsu managed to control this Godly creature twice throughout the war. She achieved it by possessing Obito, and using him as a mean to control the Ten-Tails both the times. First time, she misdirected Ten-Tail's Beast Ball attack from the Shinobi Alliance, saving everyone's life, including Naruto's, low-key saving the world. Second time, amped with Kurama chakra, she managed to restrain the movements of Ten-Tails and redirect it's wooden spike attacks from a group of Ninjas saving their lives. Being able to control Ten-Tails twice is indeed the best feat of Ino in the entire series.

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jaskiersvalley · 4 years ago

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I absolutely love your writing!! It's so very enjoyable and your au's are absolutely delightful. I just thought you should know.

Thank you so much, Nonnie! AUs are something I really enjoy and to hear that others find them fun makes me so very happy. As a little thank you, here’s another AU feat Kaer Morhen Radio and a Jaskier driving an 18 wheeler.

Life was a lonely one on the road. There were many acquaintances and other drivers Jaskier had a passing friendship with, Valdo Marx had the annoying habit of having similar routes to him - they did say mimicry was the highest form of compliment. Alas, nobody was a steady presence in Jaskier’s life. Well, nobody who was aware of him. Though there was the Kaer Morhen Radio family. They were the closest Jaskier had to everyday friends, as sad as that sounded.

“Good morning fuckheads.” Such a declaration could only mean it was 6am and Lambert had taken over. Instinctively, Jaskier was smiling as he sat up with a yawn. Most radio stations liked to gently rouse listeners with swelling music that got more up beat as the day went on. Not Kaer Morhen Radio. They had Lambert as their morning DJ, there to wake sensitive ears in more and more creative ways. He had become known for his unique way to wake listeners up; from bringing in pots to bang to trying to imitate the mating call of a moose at full volume. The only thing listeners loved more than Lambert being a general prick was his flirtation with Aiden who did weather and traffic announcements.

“And, in those four famous words: and now, the weather,” Lambert announced gleefully. After a long moment of silence, he snickered. “We shall have to give Aiden a moment to climb out from under the desk and rinse his mouth. In the mean time, here’s a banger.”

The banger, Jaskier was surprised to find, was quite literally a recording of someone (possibly Lambert) attempting to play drums (badly) on some kitchen pots. By the time the piece reached its rather boisterous end, it seemed that Aiden was no longer preoccupied.

“The weather today-” Jaskier tuned Aiden’s words out in favour of figuring out whether he was messing around or whether he really did sound so husky and gravelly thanks to having his throat fucked. It was quite the conundrum and Jaskier spent the start of his morning drive wondering how many complaints Lambert and Aiden will get now. Their record was 36 for the game of “identify that noise” wherein they stuck their fingers in various containers and made them squelch. To that day, nobody knew whether the last one really was, in Lambert’s words, “Aiden’s well used hole and my come”.

Afternoons were much more peaceful. Eskel took over at 2pm and he was laid back, played soothing music and gave the impression of being a very calm and reliable member of society. Jaskier always maintained it was an impression because, among all the chat, Eskel would sometimes drop a strange little fact that made him do a double take or two.

“This next song,” Eskel had once said, “was written while under the influence of cocaine.” It was a reasonable enough fact to share, Jaskier had been listening while stuck in a traffic jam along a motorway. “How they managed to write it though, I have no idea. Cocaine is terrible for your focus, I could barely scratch an itch before being distracted by something else. So kudos to the writers for creating a whole song while off their face.”

Which was something Jaskier had never thought Eskel would know anything about. He always seemed to demure, the solid rock of Kaer Morhen Radio. He balanced out Yennefer’s news updates perfectly. It was probably why Jaskier liked him so much, now that he thought of it. The surface innocence mixed in with hints of a very colourful life lived beneath the steady exterior. Well, hints other than the incident where Eskel somehow managed to not turn his microphone off and had a conversation about going to a rave with someone who worked at the radio station. Nobody knew the man’s name and his answers were half muffled but listeners swore they heard him suggest something along the lines of a collar and leash - which Eskel had hummed in agreement to, sounding all too happy. When questioned, Eskel resolutely refused to name the mystery man but conceded that there had been a rave. Jury was out whether Eskel had grumbled about being ‘in ecstasy’ or ‘on ecstasy’ for it. And there was definitely a picture of floating around the internet of him in a collar at what definitely looked like an underground rave.

The real reason Jaskier listened to Kaer Morhen Radio was the late night DJ. 10pm on the dot, Eskel would flick the switch and a prerecorded intro played, announcing that it was Late Late Nights with Geralt. Between 10pm and 6am, Geralt manned the station. The only reason Jaskier knew his name was because of the intro. Otherwise the man was silent other than a few hums between songs. Sometimes, presumably when he knocked something over, there would be a growled “fuck” that listeners lived for.

As little as Geralt said, Jaskier was in love. The music was eclectic and death metal could be followed up by electro swing or grime. There was to way to predict just what Geralt would play next, he didn’t take requests, didn’t talk to his listeners. But, somehow, he still drew them in. Jaskier had made the mistake of looking Geralt up online and swooned a little at the few pictures available. It seemed Geralt was an elusive man, somehow managing to turn away from cameras with an uncanny ability. Though a few pictures did exist of Lambert and Eskel on either side of him, quite literally holding him down for a photo.

Truthfully, Geralt was one of the main reasons Jaskier chose to do overnight hauls. Not only did they pay better, he also had Geralt’s nonverbal grunts and hmms to look forward to. He was well aware that it was an infatuation and nothing more. He’d never met Geralt before, Geralt wasn’t even aware of his existence. So, really, Jaskier could daydream all he wanted but had no intention of doing anything more.

Except, Jaskier couldn’t help but wonder. Geralt had such range in his musical taste, maybe he would like what Jaskier wrote. It was a rare night off and Jaskier was well into the bottle with Valdo when they got talking, egging each other on about who was the better musician. It ended with Jaskier drunkenly posting a CD of his music to Kaer Morhen Radio, addressed for Geralt. When he woke up in the morning, on the floor next to his couch which was occupied by Valdo, Jaskier groaned.

Thankfully, there was never a mention or even a single note of his music in the next week. Slowly, Jaskier relaxed, only a little disappointed that his music hadn’t even been acknowledged by Geralt. He almost had a heart attack when eight days later, Lambert came on air with a mad cackle.

“Morning fuckheads!” Lambert sounded more cheery than ever before. “You’ll never guess what I found. Geralt has been hoarding new music. Good music. Said it was for him. Well, I have decided he cannot hold this back from us. If you’re listening, Jaskier, your note was hilarious. I hope your hangover was worth it. Thanks for the CD!”

There was a growl that sounded like Geralt storming into the booth but the microphone was cut and Jaskier’s song started playing. Jaskier almost crashed his truck in shock. Especially when Lambert declared it so good, they would play it again and, sure enough, the song went back to the beginning to play twice in a row.

If it had just been Lambert, Jaskier would have quietly died of shame, accepting that he was being mocked. But Eskel got in on it too. That afternoon he introduced Jaskier’s song with the promise that management were looking into getting in touch with him about the music. Even worse, a listener even requested the song later that evening. Jaskier was both in heaven and hell at the same time. That night, Geralt didn’t play his song and Jaskier was only a little disappointed.

His phone rang the next day.

“Good afternoon, my name is Vesemir, I’m calling from Kaer Morhen Radio. May I speak to Jaskier?”

Jaskier promptly choked. He got an invitation to the studio. It was a good seven days of driving away and Jaskier searched for a contract that would take him across the continent. While he drove, he got a bit braver and started e-mailing the radio station on his breaks.

His written request for songs were acknowledged by a hum and the song coming on next. When he asked Geralt for a shout out, he got obnoxious pop music playing instead. So Jaskier asked for two hums if Geralt wanted to meet and three if he didn’t. Thus, there was a “fuck” on air and the Beauty and the Beast theme song started playing. It was safe to say Jaskier didn’t understand it but he wasn’t deterred.

By the time Jaskier got into town and made his delivery, it was almost 6am. There was no time he had been specifically invited for and he ended up approaching the building at the same time Lambert showed up with Aiden and three large cups of coffee in hand.

“Excuse me,” he called out, “I’m here to see Vesemir.”

“Bit early for that.”

“He never gave me a time so I figured an early start would be appreciated.” It wasn’t exactly a lie but Jaskier kind of wanted to meet Geralt who would be finishing up soon.

For some bizarre reason, Jaskier was led into the radio studio, no questions asked. Surely it was a security issue but then again, Jaskier checked out Lambert and Aiden, they would no doubt be able to handle any issues. Then there was Geralt, stepping out of the booth, Lambert’s intro queued up. He froze when he spotted Jaskier and, curiously, glanced away, seemingly all shy. The curious response was explained away all too soon. There, on the wall, was Jaskier’s CD and a polaroid of him and Valdo, helpfully labeled “The Talent” with an arrow to Jaskier and “The Fake” pointing at Valdo.

“You here for Vesemir?” Geralt asked eventually, sipping at one of the cups Lambert had brought.

“Amongst other things,” Jaskier replied.

“He won’t be here until 10. Why don’t we go grab breakfast while you wait?”

Aiden wolf whistled at that and Lambert whooped, arms in the air.

“My dear fuckheads,” he purred into the microphone, “we have a date between our local cryptid and our mystery siren. Please wish them luck.”

It turned out that, in person, Geralt was a bit more talkative than on air. And Jaskier helped fill any silence without any problems. He ended up being later than planned to meet Vesemir and Tissaia who had a very handsome cheque for him for playing his music and also his phone number with the promise of passing it on to some connections who had expressed an interest in his music.

Never before had Jaskier thought he would thank Valdo Marx for anything. But, one drinking session with him had landed Jaskier with not only a contract with a record label but also a boyfriend. With his first pay, Jaskier send Valdo the biggest bouquet of flowers humanly possible.

#geraskier #laiden #geralt of rivia #jaskier #lambert #aiden #eskel #radio au #long post #tldr: jaskier drives a truck while geralt is a dj

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fandomout · 4 years ago

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Neville Longbottom X Reader

One day in class, Professor Sprout had motioned you over at the end of class.

“Evening Y/N.”

“Evening Professor Sprout.”

“I called you over here because your grade is suffering. You just aren’t doing so well this year. You’ve been a bit preoccupied?”

“You could say that. Your right. I should pay more attention and try harder.”

“I like that attitude. That’s why I will be putting you with my best student.”

“Wait, you mean, Nev-”

“Yes. Neville. I have arranged for you two to come here at the end of you classes today, so you can catch up a bit.” You simply nodded and headed out of the classroom unsure of how to feel about the situation. You didn’t dislike Neville. You actually thought he was really nice and seemed like a decent person, but you also didn’t know what to make of him. He was the center of sprinkles of chaos. He always managed to end up in terrible situations. In all the times you’ve ever talked to him, he hardly said a word, or he’d end up talking about class, which would make you think it's hard to get to know him. It is; however, through observation you came to realize he’s reserved, kind, smart, and shy. After countless attempts at friendship, you gave up as you thought it was pointless. You decided to just not put anymore thought into it since it probably wouldn’t do much good.

Later that week, after all of your classes had finished, you and Neville met in private. Professor sprout expressed her utmost faith and trust in both of you , especially since she believed Neville was so familiar with everything. As you and Neville were left alone, you waited for him to say something. After a minute, you decided that wasn’t the right way to go.

“Neville, how do you want to do this?”

“Uh...Well, what don’t you know?”

“Uh...I don’t know.”

“Do you remember the past few lessons?” You let out a sheepish laugh and shook your head and answered, “No...”

“What do you remember?”

“I think I left off on our lesson about that one weed that gives you gills or something like that.”

“Gillyweed.”

“That’s the one.” You smiled at him. He seemed to avert his eyes immediately from you and answered, “That helps.” He walks over to one of the shelves wordlessly and presents a few herbs you didn’t recognize. He began to state their name and uses and quiz you on it throughout. This went on for two weeks, which allowed you to get closer to him as he got more comfortable. He’d mention a hobby here or an incident there. You were starting to be thankful for not getting a good grade in case since it allowed you this rare oddity of time with Neville. He was a lot different from the students and friends you’d come across. Thus, after getting better in herbology, you decided to just study with him as you were worried that without the tutoring that he’d stop having contact with you again. Along with this new hint of friendship to look forward to, you started to get love letters. They appeared a few weeks after the tutoring thing. At first you were unsure of what to make of the sweet words. Quickly, after receiving a second one, you started looking forward to them. Sadly, you were unable to find the secret admirer in the past few weeks as there was no pattern to be found from the fact that the letters came at random times of the week, sometimes more than three. In the morning, you had received one. It was earlier than usual for you, so you were taking your time reading out the words. You happened to be outside on the benches, big mistake. As more people began to crowd the courtyard, Fred and George were a pair of them as they snatched the note out of your hand. You let your things fall to the ground not caring where. You reached for the note, but their heights were at an advantage here. Not to mention, even if that weren't the case, they were casting spells to float the note back and forth, and you were caught in the middle.

“George-” You dash over to Fred. “Fred-” You dash back to George. ”Give it here, you nimwits!”

“Is that a love letter?” George taunts.

“You guys are gonna wreck it!” Fred lets out a small chuckle and begins to say , “We are not gonna-” You interrupt his words as you use a spell to interrupt their spell. The note flings downwards. All three of you are rushing for it. Fred and George get there before you. One of the twins uses a spell, but they trip and the spell ricochet and hits the letter. It rips in pieces. You rush over. The twins stand with a guilty expression. “Sorry, Y/N,” They both say.

You simply take the scattered pieces, get your now muddy books, and dart away from the vicinity. You find yourself in the garden area as the class wouldn't start for hours, and you just wanted to be alone. You start to cry a bit at the note and try to read it out. Suddenly, you hear a noise in the back. You walk over to see Neville organizing things. You wipe your eyes a bit.

“Sorry, I didn't know anyone was in here. I’ll go.” You say to him. You stop walking away as he says, “Why are you crying?”

“It’s nothing. I'm not crying. You are. I’ll go.”

“No. Stay.”

“I-”

“Just tell me. I won't say anything…”

“I know you won't...Find…” You pull out the shredded note and present it to him. “Just my letter….”

“What is it?” He stood up straighter with intrigue.

“Someone dear in my heart wrote this for me. They’ve written me= countless words. I was taking my time reading this one when Fred and George were messing with me and this happened. I can barely make it out.”

“But, I mean if you have so many others-”

“You might find the reasoning silly.”

“No. I won't.” He said dead serious, which almost made you laugh.

“It’s just. There’s this person that’s writing all this nice stuff about me. Making me feel good and warm in ways no one ever has. I cherish letters to begin with, but something about these...Anyway...One of them got ruined...I don't’ know I feel guilty…”

“Guilty?”

“I mean I would never treat these words without any respect or care because they do matter...Feeling anything less feels like a brutal or disservice to the secret admirer. I mean what if they found out about this...maybe they'd stop and think I’m not worth it...”

“You got all that from accidentally getting it torn?”

“Yeah….See? I knew you’d think it was silly.”

“It’s not!” He opened his eyes a little wider with a raised voice. He’d never pegged you as someone to ever really yell. He looked at you bug eyed and a little flustered. Fidgeting began. “It’s meaningful…“

You nod. “Yeah. you get it.”

“Let me see it.” You hand it over to him. He lays it on the table and tries to set it together.

“The letter reads, Dear Y/N, you’ve been shining a bit brighter these days. Of course, your natural glow is still nothing compared to a beautiful smile on your face. To see you happy, it makes me happy.” The last of the note seems to be covered in dirt; you can’t make anything out of it, so it surprises you that Neville keeps reading, “I know you're probably curious as to why I started writing these letters. The truth is, I’ve had thoughts like this before I started to do this. They were small thoughts as I saw your kindness and nature. As I hope you smile and are filled with warmth, I hope you stay that way until the next letter, so you can stay happy. From your Secret admirer.” As he read in a heartfelt and sincere manner, it felt like they were his words. You look at his expression, and he was tomato red. He was physically this way, despite his unwavering read? Suddenly, you think you realize something. You say, “Neville?”

“Yeah.” You grab his face with both hands. Since he starts to freak out, he rushes backward into the wall a little roughly. You don’t grab onto him again, but you take a step up to him.

He fidgets and asks, “What-What are you doing?”, uneasy.

“Are you my secret admirer?” His eyes leave yours immediately and he looks to the sky. “You are! You are!” You smile brightly at him

“No?” He answers, still not meeting eyes.

“Neville?” He swallows visibly. “Will you look at me?” He hesitantly meets your eyes. He sighs and speaks so lowly that you don't hear him. ”Sorry, Neville, you're going to have to repeat that.”

“You weren't supposed to find out. At least if you did, not-not like this...”

“Sorry?”

“I had some kind of plan.”

“Really?”

“You seem...Happy?”

“I really am. Did you not just hear what I said about the secret-What I said about your letters. How they made me feel? Now, that I know it’s you, I just feel a little bit happier than when I read the letters.”

“This is all wrong. I just didn’t plan for this…” He scratches at his head nervously.

“Well, that’s okay. I didn’t plan for this either. This doesn't have to be complicated Neville. You like me, and I like you, simple.”

“I-Wait, here.” You waited patiently. When he came back, he handed you an assortment of flowers.

“No one ever brought me flowers before….”

“Do you not like them?”

“...I love them, thank you.” You reached out to hug him, but you stopped yourself. “I assume you’d want to take things slow.”

“Yes…”

“Can we be together?”

“Yes.”

“Can I at least hold your hand as we head to class?”

“Not as we head to class. It would be a little odd.”

“What about for a few minutes now before we go to class?”

“That’s alright.”

“Yay!” You instantly grip his hand. However, you both notice how dirty your hands are by now. You from earlier, and him from the letter. He led you over to the sink.

“Why don’t we wash our hands? Your books are wrecked too. I’ll help.”

“You don’t have to…”

“I want to.” He gave a small smile, and you blushed at him. Maybe thanking Fred and George were in order since it led to this beautiful time.

Hope your day got a little better

#harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fluff #harry potter imagine #neville x reader #neville fluff #neville imagine #neville #neville longbottom #neville longbottom imagine #neville longbottom x you #neville longbottom x reader #fluff #cute #imagine

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theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin · 4 years ago

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Hi! I’m a big fan of your work!! I am looking for more but unfortunately I feel like I have read all yhe good Harry Potter docs on Ao3. Do you have any recs?

Sorry for the delay, I just know that whenever I make rec list it usually ends up taking a while.

With that, Harry Potter fics are a big genre. Just saying Harry Potter in general really isn’t that specific to me so this is across genres/character focuses/you name it.

Also, as usual, I’ve been on fanfiction longer and have amassed more favorites there. Some of these are cross posted to Ao3. Similarly, a lot are unfinished, this personally doesn’t bother me but if it bothers you take heed.

Also, you’ll see my embarrassing obsession with Tom Riddle. So, heads up for that.

Stepbrother (Tom Riddle/Hermione Granger, period piece, in which the two remind me a lot of Nabokov)

Cat Among the Pigeons (Tom Riddle/Lily Evans, Psycho-Pass Detective AU, in which I am a beta actually so my promoting this goes without saying)

Til Death Do Us Part (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Voldemort wins AU, which for me does very well with the concept of immortality and what exactly Tom is supposed to do after he wins)

This Tangle of Thorns (Tom Riddle/Hermione Granger, modern AH AU, a full on Nabokov inspired fic which I enjoy because Lolita)

Delusional (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, sort of. Harry wins the war, goes crazy, checks into a mental hospital. Or he’s not crazy and Voldemort is as unkillable as Palpatine.)

Harry Potter and the Natural 20 (OC insert, D&D inspired, shameless crack. I mostly enjoy the beginning of this but it makes me laugh enough to recommend.)

A Hairy Business (AU, Harry is a deer, he is literally a deer, that’s it. It’s funny.)

Animus, Anima (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Harry travels back in time, gets stuck in Tom Riddle’s brain, and it turns out Harry’s responsible for every terrible thing that ever happened. This one was squicky even for me, very well done, but strap in.)

Addendum, He is Also a Liar (Tom Riddle/Hermione Granger, Tom has an inexplicable ability to travel to the future, but only to this random little girl Hermione Granger)

Framed & Fractured (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Harry gets stuck in an evil painting back in time. Tom is creepy as usual.)

Trying for Eden (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Harry travels back in time to lecture Tom into morality. It doesn’t work.)

Magical Mirrors (Luna Lovegood and Severus Snape, Luna and Snape stumble on the Mirror of Erised at the same time and strike up a conversation)

Aphelion (Hermione Granger/Loki, MCU crossover, Hermione and Loki strike up the world’s weirdest toxic friendship when Hermione’s young and attending Hogwarts, this leads terrible places as Loki slides into madness and despair)

Wandering Souls (Luna Lovegood and The Undertaker, Black Butler crossover, Luna meets and strikes up a conversation with the Undertaker)

Of Lies Most Beautiful (Tom Riddle, Hunger Games crossover, Tom wins the Hunger Games becaues that’s what he does bitch)

In Wonderland (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Harry ends up back in the past and decides to raise Tom Riddle. This goes so poorly that the pair almost get eaten by eldritch gods multiple times.)

Rumpelstiltskin, Guess My Name (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Female Harry travels back in time and offers to save Merope’s life/get her Tom Riddle Sr. the non rapey way in return for her firstborn son. Merope thought Harry was joking. She wasn’t joking. In the sequel, also linked, Harry kills Morfin.)

The Eyes (Harry Potter, AU, turns out “the power he knows not” is the power humanity knows not, Harry’s ability to see eldritch abominations and cosmic gods and thus bring them far enough into our reality that they eat everything. And I mean everything.)

Mirror Mirror (Harry Potter, MCU crossover, Harry makes a huge mistake and stops Hulk in the middle of a rampage. This gets him abducted by octopus nazis.)

I See the Moon (Harry Potter and Bruce Banner, MCU crossover, Harry got brain damage from the war and wanders around the middle of nowhere. He runs into Bruce. He’s now Bruce’s only friend.)

You Will Be the Death of Me (Harry Potter and Tom Riddle, Despicable Me inspired, through a series of convoluted events Tom as the world’s worst father figure ends up raising Harry the sad adorable orphan.)

In Death, Standby (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter (sort of, the authro claims), Tom raises Harry, the only Tom raises Harry that I’ve seen done well because Tom is the world’s worst father. Harry thinks he’s a deformed snake until the age of three.)

Little Harry’s Mirkwood Adventure (Harry Potter and Dudley Dursley, Hobbit Crossover, one of the most Tolkien style crossovers I’ve actually seen and is very good)

A (Self-Imposed) Trap for a Fool (Ginny Weasley, turns out Harry Potter never existed, as in he’s a collective hallucination made up by the entire wizarding world)

McLaggen and From McLaggen with Love (McLaggen, a detective AU then a James Bond style adventure starring McLaggen, the greatest wizard who ever wizarded)

Tom Riddle’s Diary: on keeping devils in the summer (Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle’s antichrist orphan adventures involving exorcism and burning people alive)

and the fates sing (hold on, son) (Harry Potter, MCU crossover, Harry is the son of Loki and like all children of Loki he is a wretched and cursed thing)

A Faulty Master (Harry Potter and Itachi Uchiha, Naruto crossover, Itachi after the massacre of his family has a run in with a master of death Harry, who is a creepy creepy man)

Eye of Reason (Harry Potter/Jack Frost, Rise of the Guardians crossover, due to the mythos surrounding his life Harry ceases to be a man and becomes akin to a god)

Flowers for a Ghost (Luna Lovegood and Itachi Uchiha, Naruto Crossover, Luna befriends a blind ghost)

Third Time’s the Charm (Harry Potter, MCU crossover, Bruce Banner keeps trying to kill himself and MoD Harry is there to have himself a real good day)

Blind Faith (Bellatrix LeStrange/Tom Riddle, canon compliant, an in depth look at Bellatrix from the escape of Azkaban onward)

Cocktail Time (Rita Skeeter and Gilderoy Lockhart, Rita does an expose and autobiography detailing the descent of Gilderoy Lockhart and how he became what he became)

Fantastic Elves and Where to Find Them (Harry Potter, canon divergent AU, Harry thinks he’s an elf. That’s it.)

The Twine Bracelet (Colin Creevy, a look at Colin’s death)

Legal Alien (Harry Potter, MCU crossover, Harry visits New York and an alien invasion breaks out. Culminates with the best, dumb, joke.)

The Root of Desire (Tom Riddle/Hermione Granger, Hermione travels back in time and tries to influence Tom. All this does is inspire his sexual awakening.)

Deadheads (Harry Potter/Godric Gryffindor, a romantic comedy of a kind, culminating in the best dumbest joke)

Give and Take (Tom Riddle/Hermione Granger, Hermione tries to outwit Tom, it ends in despair)

The Road to Somewhere (Harry Potter, Spirited Away crossover, Harry as MoD is in the realm of the spirits)

Absolute (Harry Potter, Harry picks up a death note, he kills everyone)

Fortunate Son (Dudley Dursleys, years afterwards Dudley looks back and writes a memoir and expose about the abuse inflicted on his cousin)

Elective Affinities (Severus Snape/Harry Potter, Harry travels back in time to discover his parents are assholes and things are more complicated than he imagined)

Juxtaposed (Bod, Graveyard Book crossover, Bod attends Hogwarts)

The Fire Omens (Tom Riddle and a look at WWII)

Broken Toys (Tom Riddle and his useless broken toys)

The Fine Art of Poisoning (Madame Zabini)

A Marriage of Convenience (Pansy and Theo get married)

Reparabilis (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Tom becomes a professor, he still destroys Harry Potter)

The Unforgivable Curses (Draco Malfoy, a look at the 4th year unforgivable lecture with Moody and the Slytherins)

Ugly (Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy one sided Dudley/Harry Potter, Dudley’s fat, ugly, and creeps on his cousin)

Three Can Keep a Secret (Harry Potter, on secrets and secret keeping)

Caveat Incimici (Hermione Granger, on Hermione and her terrifying wrath)

Babylon (Harry Potter and Tom Riddle, Harry never gets rid of Tom)

Wonderful Tragic Mysterious (Luna Lovegood and Albus Dumbledore, Luna Lovegood time travels and becomes a young Albus’ neighbor)

In the Clockface, Weighted and Weary (Harry Potter/Ariana Dumbledore, Harry after DH ends up back in time in Dumbledore’s childhood and witnesses the beautiful Dumbledore family dysfunction)

Eternal Return (Harry Potter and Tom Riddle, Harry is reincarnated as Tom Riddle and as a result becomes Voldemort so that a Voldemort exists)

Like Pale Fire (Harry Potter/Godric Gryffindor, the Founders are resurrected and it turns out Harry had travelled to the past and become Salazar Slytherin, turns out the Founders were more complicated than people expected.)

12 Moves Sideways (Harry Potter and Light Yagami, Death Note crossover, Light becomes the Defense Professor, for once Harry does not figure out the mystery.)

A Very Young Girl’s Record of Her Own Impressions (Ariana Dumbledore’s diary)

Night Comes Early (Moody on war)

Little Witches (The Black family women and how it all falls apart)

Paved with Good Intentions (Petunia on finding a baby on her doorstep)

Emerald Serpent for Vanity (Draco and Nagini introspective)

Blue (Tom Riddle/Bellatrix LeStrange, Voldemort wins dystopia, Tom visits Bellatrix’s grave and is very crazy)

Eighteen (Hermione Granger, on Hermione’s betrayal of her parents)

Ouroboros (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, on what they’ve made of each other)

Not so Different (Scout, To Kill a Mockingbird Crossover, Scout reflects on the wizarding world’s raicsm)

Traitor (Hermione Granger, Hermione is captured by the Death Eaters and commits unspeakable acts to free herself)

Smashing Mirrors (Tom Riddle, introspective)

Twelve Dark Moons (Luna Lovegood/Tom Riddle, Luna becomes a captive of the dark lord)

Full Circle (Harry Potter, Harry wins and is miserable)

The Web of a Thousand Spiders (Luna Lovegood on the diary)

The Metronome (The fall of Lucius’ entire generation)

Understand (Hermione Granger and her betrayal of her parents)

Tea with the Headmaster (Severus Snape and Albus Dumbledore, the pair have tea)

This Grief Feeling (Hermione Granger and Severus Snape after the end)

After Innocence (The trio after the end)

Of Great Turmoil and Excess Stupidity (Sesshomaru and Hagrid, Inuyasha crossover, Hagrid decides to capture a demon for class)

What’s Left of Hope (Severus Snape and Albus Dumbledore, on preserving hope)

In His Keep (Severus Snape and Luna Lovegood, Snape informs Luna her father has died)

Wednesday (Petunia Evans, introspective)

In the Presence of Angels (Moody in WWII)

What He Grows to Be (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Harry Potter raises Tom Riddle in the past and it goes horribly wrong)

Being Cassandra (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Harry Potter, Tom, and their strange AU friendship)

The Girl (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, a fem Harry Potter keeps accidentally appearing in Tom’s childhood)

Corruption (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Tom wins AU and female Harry slowly becomes corrupted)

One Night Stand (Tom Riddle/Lily Evans, a wonderful look on the first war, Tom Riddle, Lily Evans, the Order of the Phoenix, and terrorism)

The Voldemort Principle (Severus Snape, turns out Snape was Voldemort the whole time and Harry is a lying liar who lies)

Harry Potter and the mountain of pure diamond (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Harry has become an ageless god who travels worlds and decides to raise Tom Riddle. He’s disturbed when he realizes Tom is more of a person than he is)

A Road Less Travelled By (Harry Potter/Lucius Malfoy, Harry’s a veela, just read it, it’s amazing, I know I sound crazy but it is)

Transformation (Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Draco gets eaten by the Forbidden Forest and then Harry gets eaten too)

Rock Bottom (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Tom gets trapped being defense professor and has a miserable time)

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