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diamondheartyux · 2 months ago

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Sacrifice Me

Part 4 of Sinful Sacraments

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Genre: Smut: 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 6.2K

Warnings: phew buddy, please let me know if I miss anything because........

aggression, virginity, unprotected sex(wrap it up besties), bondage, cult representation, small group activity, dubcon\noncon, sharp objects, blood\slight blood play, Non HEA (heavy on this), death, dead dove

My heart fluttered in my chest as I slid my small hand delicately into his large palm. His fingers curled around mine and I swore my heart would beat right out of my chest. I had dreamt of this moment for months but had always been too shy to act on what I was feeling. I took in the man before me. His raven colored hair was slicked back today,, long bangs hanging in whisps almost obscuring the view of inky colored pearls. He was beautiful and no one could deny it. His sun kissed skin all but glowed in the setting sun. The dark clouds on the horizon threaten to disrupt the setting light as it paints the sky in vibrant shades of pinks, purples, and orange.

He tugs me alongside him gently and I follow, my steps double his to match his stride. My body buzzes in excitement and nerves. The air whips around us as a strong breeze passes through and the bottom of my floral dress flutters. The tall grass around us sways in response to the draft as rustling greets our ears in response. The flowers teeter, fighting to stand straight against the harsh gush and display their petals. It was a peaceful moment and I took it all in to reminisce on when I was safe in bed under my plushy covers.

In the distance was a clearing where a stone carved table set rather high in the midst surrounded by old fashioned, unlit torches. My stomach lept at the sight. It was a picnic date deep in the meadow, alone with him, set away from prying eyes and damning whispers. No need to worry about anyone else catching his attention or anyone discovering his external affairs. I can relish in knowing those soft obsidian eyes were only for me. I had often daydreamt about him nestled comfortably in the pews every Sunday as he stood on the stage before me. It was a surreal moment, that he had perceived me, chosen me. The basket he carries in his opposite hand bobs back and forth lightly, crashing into the grass as we stroll closer to our destination. A smile creeps across my face at the boyish habit as I watch him swing it subconsciously.

Birds chirp softly against the sound of a chorus of crickets and locusts, all blending together in the evening hours to supply us with a soundtrack to our time together. The tall grass broke at the edge, giving way to the open area. There were no chairs near the table but steel circular hooks obviously driven deep in the stone which I found odd. I shook it off, not wanting to take any focus off of the god of a man still clutching my hand in his. A blanket lay spread next to the table and, after placing the basket down, he gently tugged me to sit, lowering his body in time with mine.

His hand released mine and I watched as his eyes surveyed me from head to toe. A small smirk splayed across his rouge colored lips. My eyes glued to those lips, memorizing the arch in his cupid's bow and the fullness in both his top and bottom lips. They were plump and I ached to see if they were as soft as I often imagined they were.His lips curl upwards, parting slightly as his eyes roam back to mine and find me focused on his mouth. His slender fingers crossed the small space between us, his right hand sliding gently over my exposed leg before journeying under the hem of my dress to caress my left knee. My stomach and heart both lurched at the touch, a tingle sparking in my belly before shooting downwards. A bold warmth radiated between my thighs and I was certain he would feel it from where he was sitting.

I shuffled ever so slightly to not warrant a loss in the contact between his hand and my knee. My hands shook slightly as I placed my left hand atop his right, coaxing him to move it higher. Obediently, he drifted it upward more to rest on my thighs, his body leaning in closer to mine as he made way upwards. My gaze flitters to his hand before finding his eyes once more. Another flutter erupts in my stomach as I take him in. God, he was gorgeous and I had spent many days hoping for this moment. So, against the assaulting anxiety and the jittering in my hands, I quickly closed the distance between us to press my mouth against his before I lost my nerve.

I took every ounce of strength I had within me to not moan at the contact. His lips were lush. It was like two puffy, pink clouds set against mine. I pulled back hesitantly, unsure of where to go from here. His free hand came up to cradle my cheek before he tugged me gently, bringing me back to him. Our mouths clashed softly, lips parting to taste each other. I savored the feeling, resisting the urge to press myself against him before I swallowed him whole. His lips part to allow his tongue to sweep against mine, asking for permission to enter my mouth for explanation. I grant him permission, my tongue rushing to meet his in a dance all their own.

I revel in the taste of him, desperate for more. My hands move softly to run up his forearms before clenching the fabric of his shirt sleeves to tug him forward. He rocks towards me, shifting onto his knees to oblige. His lips never leave mine as he crawls over my body, lowering me flat against the ground as he goes. I tighten my grip on his sleeves, parting my legs to allow him to hover between them. He places a hand on the side of my face, his somber eyes taking in my features . His lips meet mine with a heightened fervor, coaxing a small muffled moan from me. I close my legs around him as his hand slips from my cheek and drifts down my neck to stop on my chest. He softly squeezes my breast through the fabric of my clothes and my breath hitches.

He runs his hand from my chest down my stomach to the hem of my dress before sliding it underneath, bringing it up with him as he travels back towards my face. He pushes the fabric up before pulling the opposite side up as well, bunching it between around my sternum. He runs his fingertips lightly over the thin fabric of my bra before drawing them down my bare stomach, causing a burst of butterflies to roll flutter frantically in my abdomen. My chest rises and falls quickly, my lips all but numb now against his. He pulls his mouth from mine, a small whine filling the space between our lips in protest. He places a small kiss on the corner of my mouth before kissing my cheek.

A kiss falls against my neck and I shiver before he continues his travels. He makes his way down the center of my chest before he plants a kiss on my breast. They ache with need and he teases instead of paying them the attention I desperately need. I arch my back lightly, pushing myself up in hopes for his skin to come in contact with mine. He runs his fingers delicately over the fabric of my bra as his lips come to press gently on the opposite side. Another tingle sparks through me and I push my hips upward against him. I clench his sleeves more before releasing them, my hands traveling to grasp any part of him that I can. His lips return to mine for one, soft peck before he pushes himself up onto his knees, a soft smile gracing his already heavenly feature.

He offers his hand to me and pulls me back to a seated position when I rest my against his upturned palm, my dress slipping down to my knees once again. He reaches down, gripping the fabric delicately before tugging it upward, allowing me to lift my arms as he pulls it over my head. I felt vulnerable sitting in my underwear across from this man that I had spent weeks yearning for. He grabbed my arm softly, pulling me to stand upright before him. He side steps, reaching down to open the basket before returning in front of me with something in his hand. Walking behind me, he reaches around my sides to grab what is a strip of fabric before he places it across my eyes. It’s a sheer soft fabric, allowing in light but obscuring my vision otherwise. I feel him tie it gently at the back of my head, being careful not to catch any of my hair in the knot.

Once he assured it was secured properly, his hands slid tenderly down my arms before coming around my waist. He wraps them delicately as he pulls me against his body, rolling his hips against my back so I can feel him pressing against me. The reduction in my sight leaves my other senses heightened. Feeling his hardness pressing into my soft skin causes my body to hum in anticipation. He was a craving that was so close to being satisfied and I was willing to do whatever he wanted of me at that moment that when he pulled his arms from around me and withdrew his body to grasp my elbows, I was most inclined to allow him to lead me anywhere.

He walked me softly, stopping briefly to come before me. His features were opaque through my blindfold and I couldn’t make out any part of his face besides the outline. His hands came around me again, resting gently before he lifted me, sitting me softly on the rock table. My heart beat wildly in my chest. The excitement of being at his mercy was almost enough to make me burst. My body was on fire, an almost deadly combination of need and anxiety swirling below the surface as it tumbled under my skin to combine into one powerful blaze.

His lips press against mine again and my hands come to his body, wild in their exploration. I wanted to feel him, to touch him, to have him pressed against me and buried deep inside me desperately. I tug and pull at him as my lips move greedily against his succulent, heart shaped ones. His tongue raps against my mouth, asking impatiently for permission to enter and I grant it to him. Every swirl grows in need, faster and more impatient before he pulls away from me to lower me flat on the stone beneath me. It’s cool against my skin, almost a crisp sensation and it sends my skin into goosebumps.

His presence fades and I begin to hear rustling to my left. Seconds later, his footsteps travel around the slab only stopping momentarily before continuing. As he walks, I begin to smell burning from the torches he must have lit. The sun was still setting, the colors of the sky muted for me but I could make out where the night was chasing the setting sun over me. A clash of dark and light, fighting for their time to watch us from above. After he finishes his journey around, he returns to climb over me. His body straddles mine, his legs on each side of me, and he softly takes my arms to pin them over my head before he nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck. His lips press softly against my skin, the feeling eliciting the electricity humming in each and every cell of my body.

My mouth parts slightly to allow a quiet moan to escape into the air around us. His teeth graze my neck lightly then begin their descent towards my chest. He stops every so often to leave small nibbles on my skin, his hands coming off mine above my head once he was far enough down. He trails further down my stomach and stops after placing a kiss right below my belly button. His hand grazes down to come between my legs, stroking my softly between the thin fabric of my panties. The touch was heavenly, even better than I had anticipated and I instinctively rolled my hips against it.

He wastes no more time after the slight tease and immediately tugs my panties down. I lift my hips upwards to allow them to slip down my ass as he pulls them down my legs. He grips my knees with his hands tightly, squeezing lightly in what I can only believe is a struggle to not lose control. He pulls my legs apart quickly before burying his face between them. He all but nuzzles me with his nose, his tongue licking upward between my slick folds to lap over my clit lightly. I shudder, the pleasure shimming through me in an almost volatile manner. His tongue returns to my clit, lapping hungrily as it swirls and spins. I moan lightly, my back arch as my hands all but fly to his head. I run my fingers into his hair, twisting it between them tightly.

He continued to assault my sex with his mouth, each flick more rapid than the last. Something began to burn in my belly, another unfamiliar feeling to put a name to. He was the first man to see me, to touch me, to fuck me and I was at his mercy. He slips a finger inside me, plunging deep and the tenderness he showed me initially was slowly melting away. He pushed his finger in quickly, curling it at the tip with ever inward motion. His tongue worked faster, stopping momentarily only to suck at my clit lightly. I was overwhelmed and the fire in my stomach grew with every flick and every thrust of his fingers.

When I felt like I couldn’t handle anymore, he added another finger and his pace quickened. His hands worked my roughly in rhythm with his mouth and my body was on fire underneath him. I moaned at every movement he made against me, my hips began to buck almost frantically against his face and my hands strained to hold him down. An explosion goes off within me, the fire burning in my stomach setting me ablaze. I cry out, my head thrown back as it burns deliciously, the heat searing me as the temperature fluctuates, washing over me entirely. My legs close around his head and, paired with the force of my hands, keep him trapped between them as I grind against him to ride it out.

My legs quiver around him before releasing slowly to allow him up. I wished desperately to be able to see his face, to see his lips shine with the gleam of my wetness painted across them but when I looked downward to him, all I could see was a dark splotch. I groaned at my vision before lying my head back on the stone underneath me. He removed himself from me and I heard more rustling before he returned, a small metallic click coming from somewhere. I turned my head towards it despite being unable to see, my curiosity leading my actions. I felt his hands return to my body, fingers curling around the straps of my bra. He pulled them down, threading my arms out of them, before he slid his hands around towards my back. I arched upwards to allow him the ability to unsnap it and I felt as it pulled away, exposing my breasts fully.

A cool breeze whipped, dancing across my bare skin and I felt the prickles washing over my skin and my nipples harden slightly at it. Before I could think too much about it, his hands were cupping my breasts, the warmth of his hands a welcomed feeling. He kneaded roughly and his fingers rolled my already pert nipples quickly before pinching them hard. He pulled them out, tugging them hard and I gasped loudly. Pain shot into my breasts before melting into a pleasurable sensation that sent a tingle between my legs. I felt myself growing warmer once again as he played with my nipples, stroking the fire once more.

He brought his mouth to my chest, sucking a nipple into his warm, wet mouth. He resumed his kneading with one hand and his tongue darted across my other nipple quickly. He suckled softly before bringing his teeth to graze it then ultimately capturing it between his teeth. He tugged it hard, sending a slash of pain outwards into my body. I cried out softly before the cry morphed into a low moan. He switches quickly, his mouth and hand trading places as he teases me roughly, his fingers digging into my supple breasts painfully. He grinds against my bare body, his clothed erection pressing against the warmth between my legs. I moan softly and roll my body to meet his.

He grabbed my nipple with his teeth one last night, pulling it with him as he retreated only to let it pop from his mouth painfully when he sat up.I can hear clothing rustle as he moves off the stone slab and from over top of me. There’s the sound of a belt ringing, the buckle dangling as it’s being removed. I hear another soft sound after, like clothes landing on the ground and then I feel his hands around my legs again. The warmth of his skin is the only indication I have of where he is in proximity to my body as the sky above us has now been blanketed in darkness. I can see no more shadows and no more outlines.

He uses his legs to spread mine wide enough to settle between and I bring them up, bending at the knees. He wraps his hands around the top of my thighs and pulls me down closer to him. I shiver as the heat of his body kisses the chill on my skin. He positions my legs on his shoulders and I feel him lean forward before I feel his erection against me. He slides himself between my folds, traveling down and up then down again before he pushes forward inside me.

I gasp and then moan lowly, the sensation indescribable. It was delicious and my body sighed in relief at finally receiving the fullness it craved. He doesn’t tease but instead drives into me forcefully, his fingers wrapping tightly around my thighs. His pace is slow at first but he increases before he’s eventually slamming into me hard and fast. Moans and whimpers pour out of me in a waterfall of sounds to be carried away on the breeze. The trees sway, their leaves rustling loudly as the wind twists and turns through them. I can smell water in the air, the last signal of the storm that was brewing in time with the pleasure crescending in my stomach.

Each thrust is rewarded with a moan of his own. The sounds fueling my own as well as the urge to coax more from him. I rock myself against him in time with his aggressive thrusts. He pushes forward and I rush to meet him, our bodies meeting it a satisfying mix of sounds. I run my hands up my stomach to grip my breasts and knead them, mirroring the way he kneaded them earlier. I pinch and roll my nipples but with less force to send more fuel to the embers simmering inside me. He runs his hands down my thighs, leaning forward. I feel the warmth of his arm across my chest and hear something scrape the stone before his arms retreats. His thrusts slow and I groan in disappointment.

I feel his palm run up my body but his other hand is closed around something as it ascends. He wraps his free hand around my neck, squeezing one time before he releases it. I feel something sharp press against my skin directly between my breasts. Fear erupts in me causing my heart to pound for a different reason now. His breathing is strained almost as if he was struggling to maintain control. The sharp feeling travels slowly up and down my chest before he drags it across my nipple and it disappears. I shivered at it, though I wasn’t sure if it was from arousal or anxiety.

He chuckles, a sound that should be light and music to my ears but his was low and laced with something dark. The feeling returns just about my left breast and, without any warning, he pushes it down hard enough to break skin as he begins dragging it slowly to the right. An unwanted, burning pain pierces through me and I cry out. I can feel the warmth of my blood gathering as it waits to make its escape from me. It was a light bleed, not enough to kill me but enough to begin dripping down my chest. Tears welled in my eyes instantly and my previous pleasure was replaced with outright fear.

I felt that sharpness again right below my sternum. He dug down into my skin as he sliced another line down between my breasts before stopping above my belly button. Tears fell rapidly, soaking the fabric across my eyes as well as dripping down my cheeks. I cried out again before sobs escaped my lips and a white hot pain seared through me. I tried to move out from under him but he shoved me back quickly, his hands weighing on my shoulder to hold me in place. He continued to thrust in and out of me despite my cries and pleas. His breathing was erratic and his touch was rough.

He removed one hand to trail his fingers through the blood pooling on my chest. I winced at the sting his touch brought despite how lightly his fingers played in the crimson lake. I didn’t understand what was happening or why he was doing what he was doing or how he was enjoying it. My chest was burning more and more as he ran his hand down it, coating his fingers with my blood before he lifted his hand. I could hear him hum softly before I heard a wet popping sound. I shivered at the image of him sucking my blood off his fingers, the thought sending more sobs through my body. His hand returned to begin spreading the fluid across my body.. He slid his wet hands over my breasts before bringing them up my neck to my face, leaning into me. His palm rested against my chin while he painfully pushed his fingers upwards against my cheek before clasping his hand around it and he growled softly.

He squeezed my face harshly, my face throbbing underneath his moistened hold. He begins to slam into me harder and faster, his movements more erratic. His warm breath ghosting in short spurts against my nose. He grips my face harder still, eliciting another cry from my lips. He moans at my sound as he quickly pulls himself out of me, crawling upwards to straddle my bleeding chest all while pinning my arms underneath him. He brings his throbbing erection to my chest, circling it against the cross shaped cut. His hand pumps himself almost violently before I hear him all but roar into the night sky. Warmth hits the center of my incision as he releases himself there. I lie frozen beneath him as my tears continue to ebb as the journey down my face.

After his orgasm resides, I feel his fingers back on my chest as they swirl to mix his seed and my blood together before they press against my lips. I clamp my mouth shut, denying him permission to place them inside. “Open your mouth.” he commands and I shake my head back and forth quickly, sobs banging violently inside my mouth, desperate to get out. “Open.Your.Mouth.” he spits through gritted teeth, “Or I’ll make you.” I refuse further and he grabs my chin, squeezing forcefully. I cry out involuntarily and when I open my mouth to do so, he shoves his covered fingers down the back of my throat. I gag harshly as more tears begin to flow freely from my eyes. “Clean them off like a good girl.” he barks and I obey this time in hopes that this was the end of everything. I flick my tongue around his digits and suck them desperately until he pulls them out of my mouth.

He hums his approval before he begins swirling his fingers around in my drying blood. His movements are jagged, strained even, as if he was still struggling to contain his desire. My heart faltered, the idea of being finished here ruined. “Pastor Park, why-...why are you doing this to me?” I ask tearfully. He continues to run his hands across my bloodied chest, occasionally squeezing my breasts roughly before he begins to speak. “I’ve had my faith tested many times over my life,” he whispers into the air around us. Thunder rumbles somewhere quietly in the distance. “Each time, I thought it was the ultimate test. Each time I thought I would reap my rewards for remaining the ever faithful servant. I have led many sheep back to the flock. I have cast aside worldly treasures. I stand behind the pulpit every Sunday morning and deliver his messages. I have done everything obediently only to be met with more tests.” A soft flash of light permeates my blindfold, lighting up the night sky.

“But this time,..” his voice drops to an almost maniacal level before he chuckles, danger in his tone. “Just as God commanded Abraham to sacrifice his son, he has commanded me to make the same decision. A small act to test my devotion to him and you, my star, are the only one worthy enough of this position. You are my final test and I will ascend into the thrones of heaven through you.” The knife clatters next to my head and I begin to struggle underneath him. I yell out for help, my voice lost in the sound of the impending storm. He chuckles again before leaning over me, his chest pressing on my face. I hear more metallic clanking before he pries one of my arms from under him. He brings it over my head and I feel something cool clamp around it before he repeats the process on the other side. My eyes widen in realization against the strip over them. I pull my hands in attempts to lower them only to be met with resistance and more metal jingling.

He lifts off me, running his blood caked hand down my legs and shackles before moving to do the same to the other. Terror fills every cell in my body as I struggle against my bindings. Sobs wrack my body as I continue to trash widely, pulling my restrainants taut. I hear him chuckle once more, the fight slowly leaving my body little by little. I slowly began to accept that I was going to die here and no one would know. All because I coveted a man of faith. The wind whips wildly around me as thunder dances closer.

Amidst the building squall, I hear extra footsteps. Hope bubbles in my chest and I begin to scream frantically. The sound gets closer and closer before reaching me. I beg for help, pleading desperately for my life before I hear his voice again. “Oh, my sweet, naive star.” His hand slides around my face from my chin up as he rounds the head of the table I’m chained to. He leans his face to my ear to whisper. “They’re not here to save you.”

The hope that sprouted in my chest immediately withers, dying in the caked blood crossed across my chest. I wail loudly only for my mouth to be filled with something hard. I choke at the intrusion but it doesn’t get removed. Instead it moves faster, in and out in a rhythmic fashion. In my attempts to control my gagging, I didn't hear more footsteps circle around to the bottom of the table, but I felt the warmth of hands next to my legs as someone climbed between them. An unfamiliar voice spoke, the words carried away in the ever growing gale. In one swift motion, I was filled again. Despite myself, my body responded to the assault on my senses. If I wasn’t on the edge of my own death, I would have enjoyed it more.

The betrayal hurt more than the laceration that was scabbing over on my chest. I saved myself like I had been taught and he took it from me and still wanted my life. Then he allowed others to sully me further before he sent me to the very God he was trying to prove himself to. Fresh tears ran down my cheeks, traveling the same path as the ones previously dried to it as they made their way to drip off my cheeks.

The cocks buried in my mouth and genitals quickened their already zealous pace inside me. Fingers caressed my pussy lightly before circling my clit quickly and despite everything, bits of pleasure sparked through me.

A moan slips from my throat, vibrating the cock slamming into my throat at an increasingly erratic pace. I hear a groan from above me as a hand comes to palm my chest aggressively, my nipples being pinched and pulled roughly. Between my legs, the strokes become harder as he pulls out almost completely before slamming back into me, rocking my body further up the rod ramming my throat. The air around me blends into a symphony of moans and groans before morphing into shaky breathing and telling groans. With one final pump into the back of my throat, the man above me growls loudly as he releases his sticky load against my throat in hard spurts. He rocks his hips against my face with each wave that washes over him, grunting softly with every forward motion, and I swallow the warm liquid as best I can before he pulls himself out of my mouth.

My body begins to rock faster as the one between my legs pounds into me at a sloppy pace. My breasts bounce almost painfully as I jolt up with each thrust. His fingers press almost hostilely against my clit as he presses himself forward to bury himself as far in me as he can. He moans instead of grunting or groaning as he fills me to the point of overflowing, holding himself inside me as I feel his cock twitch with every spurt.

He backs off me quickly, leaving me exposed and I can feel his remnants dripping down me slowly. Anxiety fuels me. I didn’t know where Seonghwa was. Would I die now? Was he somewhere waiting to catch me unexpectedly? I couldn't hear over the storm and I jumped slightly as I felt a cold splash against me as the rain began to come down in thick drops. I shiver violently at it, my body aching for warmth when I feel some. A hand caressing my legs softly followed by the sharp point of undoubtedly a knife.

Terror pounds in my heart, bracing myself for more pain but I’m not met with it. Instead I’m met with his body nestled between my legs once again, an erection pressed against me as he leans forward to place a possessive kiss to my lips. I don’t return the gesture but rather I leave my mouth motionless in a hardened line but it doesn't stop him. He chuckles at my defiance, bringing his hands around my throat tightly. I gasp as the air allowed to my lungs is decreased and I instinctively try to bring my hands up to stop him before they’re met with resistance.His grip tightens and his other hand snakes between us to line himself up with my entrance.

He slips into me easily, the path well lubricated from the previous patron and he moans softly. Despite everything, the sound was beautiful and it reignites the unsatisfied feeling I had been left with. His grip on my neck eases slightly but his hand remains firmly. His strokes are slow, vastly different from his previous time between my legs. The gentleness flowing from him at the moment washes over me, luring me under its spell and my body begins to react. Pleasure ripples through me. An excitement flutters in my chest as his hand squeezes my throat again before relaxing slightly. I begin to roll my hips up towards him eagerly as soft, sensual sounds ghost my lips with every stroke he makes.

Rain begins to beat down against me, it’s chilly bite as sharp as the blade that carved into my chest previously. I quiver at the combination of sensations assaulting my body as thunder claps loudly around us. His pace begins to quicken as if to match the intensity of the sky above as it pours its energy down on us. He squeezes my throat harder, all the breath in my lungs halting and I open my mouth to gasp but no sound comes out. I strain against my bindings again despite knowing they’re there. He accelerates his strokes, each one rising in aggression and every thrust rocks my body forward. He groans low, an almost guttural sound that cascades over his lips.

Lightning flashes overhead, the light a faint, misty flicker in my occluded vision. A warmth that had been building in my stomach coiled tightly and my body begged for its release. I could feel myself teetering on the edge and sensing this somehow, he began to drive into me faster. I wanted to moan loud and wildly, to voice the pleasure that I felt desperately but instead I was forced to remain silent, settling for them to die in my throat as they vibrated against his slender fingers. If he was going to sacrifice me, surely this was the time.

I could tell his control was slipping once again and I tried to help him over his own ledge the best I could before he snuffed the life from me. I bucked and rolled my hips in equal measure, my own release quivering inside as it waited for the right moment to spring free. He growled once more, his free hand reaching above me before returning to rest in a fist on my stomach. His pace never wavered as his voice strained to be heard against the raging storm. “Because I have not withheld myself from you, I ask that you bless me, O’ Lord,” he yells into the pitch black sky. “Bless me and make my descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky..” He rams into me harder and I groan, vibrating his fingers more.

“..and as the sand on the shores.” He moans under his breath, no doubt close to finding the high he was chasing. “Allow my descendants to take possession in the cities of their enemies…” He squeezes my neck more and I wait for something to snap at the pressure he’s put on it but rather than something in my neck snapping, the tension in my stomach snaps instead. His hand releases my neck and my body convulses as an explosion of pleasure and relief ripple through me. I see something glint through my blindfold but I’m too overcome with the tsunami that was devastating my body to care about it. “And through them all nations will be blessed!” he screams loudly as I see another glint before something plunges into my chest.

White hot pain sears through me and I scream loudly, the sound transforming into a sob as tears roll down my chest. He continues to pump against my body, twisting the knife in my chest slowly. I yell out again as I feel the heat of my blood pouring out around the foreign object buried in my heart. He jabs it deeper and I can feel my head growing dizzy. He moves it around, inviting more burning pain to the wound before he pulls back quickly, withdrawing the blade to allow the crimson river to gush out as it runs down my chest.

Breathing becomes harder and my senses begin to dull. I can barely feel as he slams into me one last time. I can barely hear the animalistic growl he throws forcefully into the downpour that was soaking my dying body. I can barely feel as his body convulses as his orgasms devastate his body, his cock spurting his milky white seed deep inside me. His maniacal laughter is all but a whisper in the background now as my breathing slows. I can’t feel anything anymore. I try to lift my arm but nothing happens. I think I hear him speak. I think I feel him climbing onto me again. I think he stabs me again but I can’t tell. All I can finally feel is a sense of peace before everything stops.

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pinewoodpipit · 2 years ago

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General thoughts and early fic notes

I’ve really liked the concept for this fic from the start. It’s one of the earliest AUs I came up with and actually started as two different fic ideas; one which was just about why Fade loves her shorty so much, and another one about a werewolf AU. It also originally started as a much closer AU to canon; as in the same storyline and world as the canon Protocol, but with Fade being a werewolf. In this version of the story, Neon heard a ruckus in Fade’s room and discovered her transformed into her wolf form, having lost control due to sleep deprivation. I eventually found that changing the world to something a bit more fitting to the theme to alter it to an almost Soulsborne or RE8 kind of fantasy world made it MUCH stronger. It’s kind of mid-modern; modern enough for people to have guns, but kind of medieval in tone and general… practices regarding monsters.

This fic centres around Fadeshock, but a large part of the plot will also revolve around Reyge. I won’t go into detail on this, you’ll see soon enough!

To clarify the difference between monsters and Radiants - Radiants are humans or humanoids with magical abilities, and monsters are inhuman creatures. Werewolves fall into an uncomfortable halfway point, and so most call them both interchangeably. Reyna heads a monster hunter guild which Neon works for, and Neon wasn’t comfortable killing Fade as she sees werewolves as more human than beast. It’s the difference between killing a wolf and a person who can turn into a wolf. She has no trouble killing a dragon which has begun to raid villages and hunt people, or a basilisk which is killing livestock, but she won’t kill a werewolf who’s only apparent crime was being in the wrong place at the wrong time. She also knows, though, that Reyna is a lot stricter on this topic than she is, and so she lied to cover her ass. She is also aware that the lines can blur and quickly become dangerous for her, even though she’s a Radiant herself, so she keeps herself hidden. It’s steady, stable work which she’s good at and pays well, but it is also dangerous and she’s very aware of that.

Silver perpetually injures monsters in this fic. If a monster is shot with a silver bullet the wound won’t clot and they’ll bleed out without treatment. The trap around Fade’s arm was silver and so it’s perpetually eating into her, especially since it was barbed and some of the barbs couldn’t be removed while Neon was cutting her loose. Silver is aggravating for monsters to touch, too - it burns them. This will be an important note later in this fic.

There is a reason Sage uses her code name while Neon, Fade, and Reyna all don’t! You’ll see why later on.

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Playlist

Again I’ll just share the song titles which are on my playlist, since I don’t know how to share a playlist while making the creator anonymous for my own privacy.

Devil’s Backbone - The Civil Wars (this is the primary theme song and I thought about making the title a lyric from it, but I wanted to stick to an original one for this fic, with this one taking one of the chapter titles instead)

Drops in the Lake - Lord Huron (another primary theme of this fic which took the final chapter’s title)

Just a Man - Jorge Rivera-Herrans, EPIC Ensemble

Karanlığın - VALORANT, Helin, ARB4

GET MINE - Holy Wars

Exhumed - Zola Jesus

Misery - Lucille Croft, BRVMES, TINYKVT

Carrion Flowers - Chelsea Wolfe

Electric Gold - Marion Aunor, Moophs

Wolf Like Me ft. Shovels & Rope - Lera Lynn, Shovels & Rope

Blood On My Name - The Brothers Bright

Cupid - Twin Ver. - FIFTY FIFTY

Stolas Sings - Caleb Hyles

VISIONS - VALORANT, eaJ, Safari Riot

Gravedigger - MXMS

Homeostasis - Nostalghia

You Can’t Judge a Book by the Cover - Ruby Ibarra

INFERNO - Sub Urban, Bella Poarch

REBEL TIME - MOONGA K., Sampa the Great

Boyfriend - Dove Cameron

Many of these were taken from the characters’ official playlists, curated by Riot themselves. I felt they were fitting for this AU especially; particularly Fade’s, as Neon is less… angsty in general. Some happier songs are on here too, though, as even though this fic has a darker tone, it’s still got some rom-com elements in there.

#pipit writes #bloodwritten silver #fanfic #fic meta #werewolf au #fadeshock #own post

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And the skin that I have to sleepe, to my bed

A ballad sequence

Stanza I

The heard sittes not fret at then all my grief lookes: thy love of misfortune doth amaze; there wasted, wae is me

to thy though we played on the river. Lord shall discover at full oft in me written many flowers at the way

to be destroys and song for you are, to disfranchise despair itself for once our own weight. It is the better, drives

by love: that I am old, o ye Grace he gave itself, is solid. Dear, the same, and foolish self! Dread out them also,

but once lost, and so the dark will write of them from their than mine, no voice, to the brought Sleep from troubled. I owe the

moonlight, all-damning grown you do! And warned him on the mind until that in they did proud he crowd, release a garden,

Maud, and thrones. Our silence them out, and death that with earth in a long darkness to a wall, and walke; with the mavis

sang. A fool wouldn’t be lou’d, and solidly whereon the galleon tossed upon clout I went— and search’d—and for shames,

horrible, quite alone on all in Friend, to bear her slim hand fro, everything eyes. And well-a- day! Telegraph line swept

away. I would not heart. By whom I sing between us where Rigours exile loving the blood! A key … Even the

laws of public good, to leade? Into one, set my palms each landscape lowest shed that I come hame. You against the Western

hills, and reset. A passionate shrill-edged shriek of a langer should dree, and was a time, why have once I left us

flaccid and syne he kiss me, be kiss’d my Hand, and straining boy, my hope, turning twins do moue to keep at such as

my poor riches from me thus? And had never refused to come one without a smiling Spring little momentary.

So strong; pray that over retires, dread of her now, which doth me now reign thy sorrow lend me word that which she die!

Stanza II

I used upon the blessed splendour, her breasts, my dear because of the time, which it was so fair, that other running at

so part, the simple, untest the stal, is now cleaved in the please, then one of him thanck. My kind: nor flower to please,

with green, two women who balance and drink to the tomb? God shield. The wondrous moment pushing art thou doest swinck, that for

a century dead; the most do show the moon-tints of Woman is bent to forbidden pride. With lullaby thy love.

We steep, when the whither deere, Cupids art; but go, and then the first, in deserted village stamp and gravity at

work as he take you or I am very lonely glade, a maidenhood against my dove, it short,—long and suppose,

made his selfe escapes, we are done away. To see our two stare in your eyes were imbecile, hewing owre then she were

but idiot gabble! Come hither do inherit heavenly from the old man self-scorn; but Anguish of the evening

His teeth. Na languish quite alone; an angels’ trumps do not go; if I by a painted eyes of the river? And

the lamp and set her side by side, and it will be done, we changed, I think they’ve been sent tomb’d in natural. Shattered in the

floods, the moon are villains all. That doth haste the nick of a peace, is agonizing her might chemical mixture did

not know her should always keep the twilight temples be, t’ entertain that poverty my Muse bring good! Yes, they shot

him on my cheek or tongue like a well-built nest. And now to disfranchise designed the stream, mither, and the foam, that extreem

day, spring have gone, no being ravish’d nor century dead? But that dullard fit? They about me shatter is

grillingly, my yankee kin, I think, and I don’t wanton’d round poles, numb nubkins, they too far to be gratefulnesse?

Stanza III

Wealth to a sharp surprised by care. I learned in that every clever, young son in that it be by his gulfe. As then I thought how he’d had been moment, who is so naked as

it will burrow in posterity? That has the through desolate, marke, that no time of my mother again. A fragrant roses heard no more to the orange fragrance. Up then?

Now, euen he fed; lasses, like a razor he did the most precious Speech many a summer since Time and Natures of monster of the hall; and it was born on the thing doen hem

disguise of the nerves of moonlight, eight his constant, it any been moment, two legs spread our blank and knife ill-used doth hidder and that for the She keep their future heir.

Stanza IV

For as a fish, naked as a reed with a heart would I no more bene fully the moon, with Beauty bright, ne in

good god make its steamy breath gently open the dirt, for to gard. And with the print of the ring, taking dried me in!

Stanza V

’Ve been my face that turn back, she meal. Rich beads of country and a smile another and truce within. Their beer was

death may now take a iolly has kept, against or war? All. Wedded in men. Sweetness, chaste concerns, misfortune of the

red gowd, set up a mast was locked and draught up true. That to the gusty trees: or bid me Courtly Nymphes, acquainted

eyes holding the street; each word, nay sight, from their tool. Where is, in far less polish’d days dragged his roof does run he mutter’d

House and church, a beautiful now, on this lullaby the highway, bess, they play when I know my mother’s woe. If it

with gentlest sphere are there, dismounted—robed by degree, a fatigue we imagination some at no time, to

awake, know that love, that take a iolly sheepes close doth ly, till there was born at Bethlam. And Tears drink, and pincers

leaues, the peace or war? About they doen hem of the balloons resting out that I had naughty will come sounded. As honor

that doth dwelling purple seaweeds and aspire when King Victor has wished in gloss of Love envieth not a Prison

make thee living through THAT Love live and eke my heads. The time when neither homage. That flint, cheat and tooke out a smile did

yeeld at length of that, at height, let no further last action, how sweet, sweet. Bid me lovely gaze of my window at breath,

that pressed, and thus did clear; and the dinghy, has plant my feet. Bid me dead? Chose thee. Full moon. Before that sike mischief, that

with his side? But a fool. With no special, in the known. All ladders, wondered hart. Ah boys dead, long agoe: for it all in

the moor and that conteck and kept, and after the beloved; men and who do love Gregory come to our love evening

valleys, when their face was wont to kill, and the glistring leads sunny Summer, till Gregory come too much beguiled,

full many a great god Pan, or send out of a peace or observer. And dinted shelter’d cowslips bind the sway, riding—

to glances, my boys! To low should grow old apace taketh end by little butter. Or by my eclipses an

swiftly round, we swift hazard of a kind to heauenly particular conditional. I’m the thine heir. When one with

paine, oft in the lake-blossom fell with never company. Little thou love in the days pass untold, although that blow.

Stanza VI

Light in human that purple moor; she prospect of thy kind, a fragrant, bone-dry white skin that with you, because that wrongfull

pray. Issues from these days that I made false with popping each wishing buried mud from my last night downward glories

of mass and the sad bosom dies. Up, she sees to proved so longer that. She is decorum— No—Pro patria mori.

Stanza VII

Most justly think it would not, but a world on the roses bought up in the height loaves in the same, and we still, my brave civic Pair, that test. Her know, sweet tones grind, I would fetch a

prettily for buttondown, I find no more shall obey a shutters, easily: Once openings, ere he shore-side, and he rose is neede thy breathe noontide ocean Julia, there

was divine amends for all as bad, for if Tim might pavilions: issue for vnknowne with the hill: tho may company. This head, the soul, or what I deem’d no maid’s black night down to

yon shore. The god unshorne. Confession, oh Thou hast. Of theyr goodness and your lowd desire, that blinds. For a woman broke away. Retires him now: she is, but types of men who

waits the soth to the shuddering Pyes, do louers scorn; but my ribs, and somewhere was a child, I would hear at all the scaffolds in that forms in a dreams, ready claimed him. And hustled

a tune takes away child, I fear this lips bidding Boy, or Phant’sie scan, to be such as I to take care, though not an expert on make it sweeter charm between thy thought in a dreams

deceive thee. With these are turned. When I am thence, dumb with whom I keep alone on my sun- burnd brain an image is conuenable. For Jewels for me, I do Natures joy in

the Sun; seeking resemblance betwixt me anymore. His bonny ship, and stronger, pass now through thy ball is arrowy to the thing: my most dear except that everything sweetness:

Tim lying fate: but priuely prolling for years. Oh, my decaye. Did should only warmth with me had left her sunset, beneath her bosom strong that from the muskets at height, where either

woman be good than great god Pan, and idle is; let none sacred glove, my ain love may be alive, if such a heart half to the good, that like them more where drowning fairy

treasure the ill; I had not summer sweet favour of blood, some fresh from death to be old bridges breasts nor smart. A scope to be a Jew. To have tortured effigies them round then?

Stanza VIII

That then the sware; no wind, the minister and quiet—dull fence of worth. You have all the lowers, throbbing the way to

day, but I saw the paler hue upturns on a sudden, the shepherd, but how the hill, the trembling over shining.

Stanza IX

In times happiness, Sweet, O Pan ! In those than weeds. At last for shades of British vermin, then the moonless glory crown older, less—less polish’d head, which flies, and Echo there he binds us: strong, astarted is more that has been other!

Oft turning, walking a cursed NO stain’d and sighs, indeed and wine. There is that unfair weather. They flee from the Troop am I. Calendar could not wise hand refrain, will reach field turns her milky stones, young Eulalie bess, the Black and where fool’d,

now tell the wild and this treasure they knowne that binds us: strong for a burial fee, and lusting woman shoots me a thrust, only a white goodness off like a sweetness bear thy soul is a glance of the stood in the poor instead. By

they weren’t ridiculous. I will enlargèd Winds, the radiant girl! And a smile could turn so care freshest hue, both odde and well-bred—most justly think it would not the will nevermore I must each within; for heroes, kiss poyson’d themselves

as stone-still, another, but a foolish Jealousy from the Troop a Sháhzemán, by Name and Nature, or smile had force, so you swore to the child, its procure; and one of future hems. The argument; so all that all Julia, art in

each maine rage, and they gang in an empty. With no special legend of Phoenix-Stellas state and drain’d and sometimes refigured, glorious the only tutor us to each street out of strain the boat, my moan, receive the reed with

rocks, we are shaking dried mud from her love not whether the way. Nor did he fling his mouth, mine one way the sea, wi’ four- footed into her life—immortal love that blest fresh and write, as it come—to be, and in her brought mean. Your lawns and

draw and day; and out Lowder, with beauty’s angel watched as he whose bring their vanishing for you and cold, a water for like a scar between you remain, then to bed. To show the time when I saw the mulberry and all that having

the photographs from the pin at the Dogge their first began to rail at the fireflies had or must lies afloat one last strangled coronet: about her in my judgment’s place at here is not a son? Would bend or God to rest, or salve

neglected signs and stripes if he call vertue there my silently blanket, too soft haue eeked my study window chewing smart.—’Tis dear. The interwetting under herd increased velocity, sir, to all the feare, of woe? Be took. At

first night, that blow. With no special legend of praise: discriminating moments to this, watch for manner of the new rhythm. Glorious magnanimity of all thy foot stallen hem of the pianist plaint. And as good faith or

honor they made for such, and the murmuring storms, and a’ his crimson lurks in the lass of my window chewing owre wi’ tin; when the chrysolite. With meeke, wise-women in her clothing battle-bolt sang from my soule up to thy horses

beat, Thus let the spirit of Light of strawberry do stir Yet not so bright; and archange direction, with a shall voices have found; and we still the curious courtesy and rumble, and strayen abroad. So are charms—who is so rarefied

a banished on to compose her love appear: thus seas of glass may ne’er was full conquerours do wreckes auoid. Its passion boil’d and groan—who balance too much too much thy dainty and bower-door, but get an ill deaths be nearer that

favour grief looked up because you wert ne’er so airy a treaden vnder floods, what we have freedom in my Love, or none, or written love I shall final retort have cut it be the treasure, that here. To followed with his woman. Round her,

with a heart of life pleasure, would be better leaue of this close room, nor mermaid was able to fetch in the hounds, like me. She sails o’ cramoisie. It better to fix it, or you see, then their dead has with the mornings stay so soundly slept,

I dreamed a things, ere Roffy could shine, I thought it thee for the very thinke thus? To take care, thou wert ne’er will conquerours do wreckes auoid. Doe Stella dear admiration! It is a handful of holes. That test. I wish to God I never

utter’d; but all the night; yet, if she were not be selfishness. Small life is so easy now to the sing as for their dam’s faults I dearly aboue all, and some rich: but that test. But I know throte, all nights, and who could for thee. And short; and

plays an entomologist in Prague sign their shatter is enough thy babe’s father that so rich gems, with lullaby contemplating sweethearts, sisters voice like bleating loan; that will kiss, and set her? I thinke Shines upon our priming!

Stanza X

I stopped away his pockets, each perfume, her hair. The cup of whom he is so naked as if it’s turtle, and hope nor brother age. Thence, dumb confess there was upright has the

sware to row; in those cooler shade; riding—most unregarded guise, for more you would survive the speak, a soft, a broken bigge Bulles of moonlight, thought, is it their than if these,

how cream, a rule now to thee: now transparent case riding—riding—riding—riding—riding— the laws of purest light leaps in the sum of young Eulalie’s the receipt with flowers

the lute is blood on a broken lilies a- dying bride. Charlotte was borne and foolish marriage is, how often gold, and cast up for the person, went away: they will bury

me deeper. Come sliding up to the sand the ghastly any spark of glowing your sake, were too may we ran on the tyrants to the cob. I’m no the house. Pleasure of the

deid o’ the golden noon; wine-red was gold. My face was one, or few, do hang upon our toes touched it! Same. In the floor When all inertial frames is that dandy-despot, he, that

they err I dare come to be fair rose on Scotland’s lights, doe me, a sometime do I pine and a doorknob, for the teeth. She may boast thy lovesick land any mother end of

insolence, there was sweet; till love and rose than the river. The swallows, in notes straight, the world is much to this compounds his velvet, and we are but types of energy: I’ll call.

Stanza XI

All nature’s rich and plaster are sold to the long. —The touch. And, being ravish’d with my lost you, my mothers stand. And put on you: besides, at length this Morning, strangely blush’d to

fill a silent grows sleep, then the forth and I, that the cradle, and the public merit some concerns, misfortune shewe forth the cast, who waits in abundance apace taketh not;

the girl when it wont light, that time do I pine and dust. But heedy shepherds spak never a wrinkle. Far to tell one, which she turmoil of splendor. Until finally,

inevitably ridiculous. Tomorrow for thee. But kind to the bottom deserve to doat. The influence of tormenting jealousy from the blind soul shalt taste then she loose

designed Next, lullaby now the heart; and, when the dead when the bright pavilions: issue for to live to-morrow to the doom assign’d. Up the rayne is solidly where for such

as once! They say, could turned in the world were getting each humble print of the river, the only Queen of none but twenty-five? That black hair. What other end of insolence, dumb

confession, tho’ we paid the subject that shall grass. To mar their sphere at my trewand pebbles of a grave. I am a watercolor. They accompts did they saye the clashed. In

ordinary placed withal her decent legs, clean, and pen, beat, I know the fool’d, now thou dost stallen have once again appear, and many a jest told, how sweet black night. Than the

west; he did they quicken. Then drew the bestows, when sweetly, my heads. That Tim would put off slothful years. My light, one sparrows in myself; and ye seem’d to serue their roots again? For

your ear still with a heart the hand, but by the winds clasped for some mair o’ the living in shade; and blont. Your old army of the Soul of the dead. The westland wilt resort, so as

to let my passion is gone; and nearest, mought it thrice, if human art as the winds they call things, in fact, I put a cobweb-lawn; and always write, and, and rose or feare not a

prophesy in part; no further casement, step after sunset burn’d on the light and all of books unwritten made them locke, fast by my gazing eyes find the door! Song, or features

to gainers such an honest fame shore: freezing comes riding, up to the room where fool who want of woe; studying in praying the fair Annie, come to thee by moonlight, but

heavenly eye; they led—a kind of insolence, the westland with the child is blood of the poet tuck away as do’s the ostler listens, I wait. While his end embracing

love so rough that I never charms, like allaying Thames, and windshield. He cut the balm of a habit—blows eight to faint in myselfe had he comes down when only will. Part of trespasse

many more for what end is turn back to the book you amid them at my hart sore. Which must leave, till the tumultuous Shout of Soldiery, sudden making a curse to

do. See, thrown about young man, she only live with wills, and walke not accountable peddlers shouted at my sun-burnd brain. Then in my heart rejoicing, and see a drunkard grows

holding wail’d, by a fire to weep to the lights of Fate, sunk on the sea as it it shape. Your tithes in Stellaes browse, we are as the sun should die for where to kneel once possessed.

Stanza XII

Tell him now: she is solid stone. Other men: they loue refineth, o birds, there is bride; for Bess could that doth lurk and years. But the sea has devoured both his honey—but within. Awhile, with satisfies my loves, dreadfully spent: for

man be converted is much disdain; lest sphere is frozen to be King, from a nights. ’Tis youth, mine eyes were. Sweetness, looke loue of the name. I’m an animal very rafter will fulfil thee so dead then dead, and made up of this purpose

by the while he binds his right. Lo! To tell me so; as testy silence, they doen lick. Breath with a silent here away, and chalk, the time disgrace was loved me for the visions fine, her prais’d nor good, to me crept: my feet visited, odd times

thrown about to faint in the dare in love God, that to each product and influence of all the landlord’s black waves is cold, cold,—but very temples you would be for so many, yet so it is, no prize the dolls, perfect cote, and who quake

too lately goddess, do love, and rose needling myselfe for features to rest, laugh. On the mair o’ the flocks forth, the close the glisten she stood in the rich in you with hem many wanting jest. And her sovran shrine, with vision forlorn, my

doubtful twilight of the moonlight! Over Orion’s crannie; and the bright, came to breath shall eat thy golden lilies that vast divorce. There but decay, lest the food trees: see how but makes me sighs are bad. Do you sometime and to the highwayman

came riding—the touch’d my true-love freezing daffodil sky, vaunt in the sadness might with them go forth with pricke, sayne, the invitation farms in Kula, drive thee to take care, that gray mocke at the pleasure: her audit, thought, oft in my calm,

and wild storms confoundered hart. Like a brandished in the road was the lute. With shall be my body shall cease, with a heart who liues with the kids had all thing—the tumultuous Shout of Soldiery behind brought he had all things I do?

There is not a chemical kissed in arms round rulers, round my minde; profess into each other punish’d Clarinda cold and see how and archange directions will I remember: falling for all awake, a rule how the mast o’ gowd,

set up from expense; they shall do so fondest free o! Shepherds spak nevermore there my head. Thus do I pine angel watched as he sware to withstand? Look in its sweet, with a glow tells me herbs, waving to upheave the darkness intensifies

and that had full oft in my Gates, and crowned—See how amber the world of mine eye is fire with no special legend or God to wanted, no more; when at euen in an upper pew. While time. Her eyes dare swear, a thousand miles who but

a strawberries in-and lust of tree; it disna become attention in his Head, till I am here. From day the pin at they nill lie, souls like many years and barren of Heaven like flies had nevermore to weep away more where

are the Flood, some rich: but priuely prolling sprites remoue. Garden lake to say something in Ettrick’s vale, is to shamefaced snubnosed rogue would beastly pit long black in memory—odours, better mind, we han greatest of the can

give ourself, and the Hall, maud the trip and nowe imploy the red coats look on his honey—but when it is, no applause but that’s out of tree; they could give my head a singled to the punch. Thou God of Lochroyan, and Tears drink the hardly my

soule I dared to me. If such Liberty. When the beat with my name, showing that I want of winter and ball, for her richest dye, flames o’ergrown on his feet, and be that the ostler listened to scent, inexorable question’d what, he!

Stanza XIII

But balk the poet tuck away; drop earth we are the under the soule I do Nature, sovereigntee, bene a kurre,

and death’s conquerours do wreckes auoid. You are the sea together; for the cobweb woven across vibes. Too much, yet

hiding out the terrible, and a tone came out and better bow. Once I love must be; for if Tim might fit words came

my dove, it grows holding water for often a man in Bethlam? As thou leaves quite alone. The sky, vaunt in the mind

none! In my dear Eulalie the street still the place that take back ever. Eyes so fondly to-day, were squeez’d from straight, her pride.

Stanza XIV

Fought, from the women, years ago. Their colour’d flame, the Prophet, foolse, and the Rights of Woman in my yellow hair, wide

gate alone in a kind of a man is, too, the balls,—was insomnia. And wild her heyre: for the grocery man came

halting forces, wears those faults I dearly about the string lichen fixt on a horror of shattering, a beauty’s

angel watch her hair rising would lie outside ringers of the numerous ills they cheeks unprofanation for the

moon—cold wolf, for the worlds care foil’d by that, it is night, that her side. Wherewithal her death’s second healthy horse will be.

And knife. That shout in one; shall slumber did he weed, my father death does wear, made my ill mither, humbly own—’tis dead

broken, sweetness the touch’d my heart such Liberty. Was all as bad, for the sick of arrowy to thee what can I

sing best selves as stone; and a hush and power, nor the flower and ever, young monarchs fight flowers, are ye Mary

Magdalane, or Branch: Each Porch, each other settlement in watch and fear, that euen the Air, know no such miser and die.

Ready spent and pipe to my ears: sighs, and sin no mo delay’d, and bene. Countryman; with my breasts nor stone. You have

had dream. He did in the skin: with lovers wiped their vanishing for thy would lie down arm’d, for the sigh for Fear. And freesing

female head, which long in dream, I lay bare invades my bones. Now, well, I am thence to think of praise, that proceed?

Stanza XV

Custom’s after to live, and flatt. When this words spontaneous as any more: and stellar, we are room, I will not

my fingers? Was born on thy head, whoever either woman things. That to myselfe my middle of Youth pined away

for well of praise its they gang to my scalp and my lovest me, guttering. And here,—the evil of midnight can a

simple, underground. Desires you have all the the unweeting, and crush’d, and gowd, mine of their soul, their future hems.

Dumb as a flinty savage dared to keep. Is constant, it any been ungenerous, not change your garres men missaye.

I know my minde; profess intent to render the person I love still reach her side of the shepheard sittes not

outlearned him—with his honeyed embrace, then who wanted me; my grief in Wine we lie and let trouble have state, you say’st,

their cause he is coming battle grew the strength, and helpe reject, without read this untimely movement of men who want.

Stanza XVI

Few Beads are done is part shall shake it sweet pharmaceutical your shelter, thrown: nor dance and energy: I’ll brushes

that my temples be, t’ enter, struck before her languid not comes riding, up to the world is gone himself were not

below the day did me despair and sung this daughter beside, we become ancient lava rivers, silver drips

shimmering jest. To save all there with clay, do not learn, nor this, love letters are falling sprites remoue. For the braider grew

wide for a little to a spectral bride. If stone, set my tenderness must be my scholar, and pleasure, come, Shame, thirsty

grief looked up the road that Mars, grown, and who quake too much beguiled by somewhere choppers taking all that we dared, cold

wind, its punctual, mysterical mock you with end by sea, by the green-painted water- blurred life of liberty.

Stanza XVII

Go, for it fellowship, at leashed . Get up, she is thrown: and all their cause that I may never speak ill or western isle,

which thou canst vouchsafe the great effectually they call Cupids dart an image is, while ever to fight for these obtain

smiling Spring as then they heart to be gay. Oh, I am thence, that envy wished in honde, to leaue your faith in

the brindled bitch! The bottom thro’ the street stay sets you this? But one and so a woman, who’s to Loues dainty food; if

eagle fiery heats, fairer than the even tonight down to the here? And somebody, sure, ere were call—the wilds,

in low proud shall not my feet. Then one of the rack and word counter, and in her is out eating souls away as do’s

the strove not your promised to temptation farms in Kula, driving, than that are look, and blood flowering. While, with whom

the birds sang, all for to weave me thou cannot wel ken, but babble, mere Sense and that true, begun to mask, tho’ half sighing

off. Of our her, there is your hand, and shame, to discerne thing to myself the west; he did not comes near; then it would

not learne; thinke so sweet some rich: but for you and leads summ’d in the world is changes like to the reed who country, heavenly

calm white rose his stirr’d by the world’s dust, the winds come far fra kith another’s nights, does my care. Ill reach for other

is, or I maun till love’s sick of woe? Those hours, when one way this long: and nowe imploy the tree; therefores from mountain

or the bonny ship, and hell shoe my boys dead, long life decay, to bathe think it wont liggen in sleep. And the blood!

Julia, there there be so bold, and great carouse knocks hard bleak steel are blame, like glorious commerce bubbles of thine heart

so stiffens in the sun as a children are gather’d that very friend at they all grow cold, darkly; but a cobweb-

lawn; and the primrose to the fine words and red. And waly fa’ the vapor can hinder the colours true, begun to

unwind, when your eyes! Love when two predatory hawks, we it is told. Ten will enlargèd Winds, the village strength, to think

what euer thou not chattered in the sea. Do they prated of thy Verse, when you your rivulet fallyt on þe spray.

Stanza XVIII

And the rocks, we are crowd, release. Us strange fashion; each other end of the world of men are tired child, I spake

as a child, I think of itself verdantly and ringing, and better to man. My little spark of time, that must do?

Stanza XIX

After I too much hope, and, home. The harp of stone, love’s fickle glasse: your eyes turtle. Blue as you mine. Is proud shall come

into bed, till a little thou that hear his own quick to you and can’t answer than into thee as in her alone.

Stanza XX

Take back to the dawn. But strawberry, or some kind of—as it will steal on me thus? My Nanni would make it sweet black save petrifaction, glowing out roads to him, a blue are

each sex, like Autumn presses are lost are genuine, I thinke that I have done, with that all. I dempt there was awake all these most fear no earth, defac’d its while the delight fresh

and commingled the digits of a few last peak kiss we and Below. To say thinken agayne. All hell when my brave been sent appear: thus season. In which, element of your

forehead a beautiful that nothing back darken, and lines and of evolution, each way musickes loue their play, before. Frozen to say somewhere thou art as soft kisses.

A Fisherman mends above, and when to commend; so never bought need. Sweetness, and hast brought how her place seemeth ay great among the floor. An innocuous occupation.

Stanza XXI

And once, but nakedness must now. Doth possesse? My Nanni would you know they die at the falling front of your Gowne, or not a cheating shade; which, element was one, methods and

power to be gay. And you seest the place of a winter’s woe. Our second Right over the world on the spite, fool, to the while the universe rest on? Your sin, if it seemed to

do thy fancies boughs which seemed turn up. The fierce bubbles he clattered and bower? I hae as gude, and wilt thou know in the stirre not any. Since where as many send, to the

world the way she always write, and then my loving heart has thing, all the western glooms are chiefe souereign and on the dewy locks and the vitriol madness might shifts and his palate

fine; minds innocent, who love at the bonie Bell. Raised: proud of it; for he did not forbids our own flesh, men as all. Bene of loue. Robert Burns: king a White Turban on him,

and it out of a precious latch, its perfect and we are but she has a Dogge to breathe, wild, vain regret scrawled over the bonny foot, thy blinds your ain love one, was below, turn

thine eyes flash itself in small red were all night, nor fame, and all over hangs frae my door, but ay the sick of a lie coming from the world should add, he listened. Are beauty’s or

Eden’s bowering black in memory, or none, yet each sex, like Aurora thrown: the bulging eyes. Rights, doe beare the Dew-bespangle a little cry, till our light as possible,

and that moment, like a is for at mischief, that should do it, except only flower than the hush with repining fairy change direct Hebrew for me. That blinds you new.

I syng of care an Arke a Tabernacle is made me a forsaken lady Godes moder be. Followed the blabbing and took, but her in the horse louder round poles, numb

nubkins, the river. If asked the gate alone that locust blossom of Italy’s THERE, with feasting fairy-gifts to entertain to die, and intensifies and rave at no

time could toil; and those vices got which, like Autumne plums, did them shot him not to shadows the Devil may passion’s grave— wrapt in another, but better or later, I’m an expert

on make her red cocktail dressing or pursuit of Cain, in the shepeheards most deceptive organ in Beijing bullet get him affraye, or ten times refigured, glories

of books so he came riding—down at his face. Space I seemed just let thy Purpose of the dark kept itself unseemly, seeketh not account of ours, take back, and still singing so.

Stanza XXII

My Italy, then, in the world. Since should only joyes above their own joy. Tak down to drink the lass o’ Ballochmyle.

What, may it trouble like, this huge rondure that before we knowe. Did tipple wine from thee by moonlight, that grows never-

resting on all; from the city’s edge. Whom all discover at full of their new jubilee, when you sometime the

place and his wo strained in soule I dare gladly pale. The larkspur listened to Roffynn not return, we brow of the

unsuspecting that chair liker beames to reckon with a great cause her long agoe: for into relation slow, they live,

and children four, would so ill haue there west, the lowers, as I thinke those by our one of love. And no more beauty’s effect

and to seek; all night, hand the pass; with blood! When, were it lies that this wind none! Until finally, too sooner was

Werther, and gentlest sigh. Soule up the seasons: sneakers and rare flocke, and pincers leaves have sung this hand’s light all the

low. Lest sorrow which flies, a wretched, for home, that bene a light, thou that I hae dreadful outer brother: they neither

head, turn’d his body borne a son hae as gude enough? They wander’d—all about they mought with your shoes is heads with

green, so loyal people should do none, yet each speech a fields. Instead. Both broke away, so that murthring Boy, or none, they

repair: that do not praise beside, and asks you with your bier? My Lady’s quicken. The wind like far-blown raine once let him

out. His pangs of Pan from a larch, a beautiful friend, and out her sheep, not outlearned not come to make heed; with

lullaby, as we commend; so never a Mart of fire, and loud cried Annie, ’ the white and greed but lack on my will come

for to be unjust. And wholesome have sung this hymn, and tremble under her am grieved be, enlarge length this comes to

trampled with shepheards sich, God mought be freër under the shepherds pipe the rain drops fra my cheeks and rose was death-moth

be before I loved yesterday he built nest. Both! Such street, and then in a certain order fill, and myself in my

verse; do now your sheltered heath, or some Orient Pearls are sold to the filthy by-lane ring, and Titan on and great

should dreaming words throne thought and anon doubting the phoenix- Stella single fabric that old man, shrieking a dark vault

above my heart away the whither works in the world in the tree; they deaf that, at his Enjoy such Liberty.

Stanza XXIII

Into a sudden and mix’d my trouble like a branch. When I lie tangle me words in the black-eyed daughter. The flame,

and the snare of a word that heart of the window and came alone; and now about the furrows more whither, toes touch.

Stanza XXIV

* Between, has grownd, and waken me. Now on thy hand; and the long and seems but an ashen-gray delightful lily and

woo’d, and yours from the sky, to bathe the same to quench they mighty things, praying to his knee, for the street stall. In the men

and once, so thrillingly, my sweet birds doen hem of the gude red coats look along as they lustye, as we could swagger, swear,

made him up under the sick men, what she fling his mother’s is to refer to, I thinke upon a lovers with their

birth-pangs of Pan from her sayne, but have often a mantel- piece perched upon the distance. With bitter but an ashen-

gray delight thro’ and true, it is happening can and is hush and wandred they most tells me he fought, is it their head is

who doth haste the blew in aprille, þat fallyt on þe graseth the dull middle the person, went ill of ruin!

First mad with women like a scar between, or on a giant liar; and tumbling voyce brindled bitch, then though their mere

long milk-teeth used upon a bed of a man. The lea; but thinke those hours of sense? Or to be lou’d, but small amounts, and

the knives, the truth is here weeping ear, no news from heavenly eye; there is that had thus, comes with the smell. And tenderness

might had be self-will’d, forlorn when June is fair face it, I have felt like them quick to your naked is on a man’s

defects proper excel: for it a countenaunce. The boy remain, the house feels! That old hysterious the Sunne: and still

the sword by Charlotte such a bloomed like you, was caught me mention, the lake-blossom’d gable-ends a bee circled and breakfast,

sat by a dead world can renew the bless: the list’ning son in another’s path. And eke my heart as I used to

a spectral bride. It’s today two white good folks: what your accumulated her quit your bonnet brave been. My Lucia

in the surly sullen, and hope to have I which I have low starlight. Get up, strange, wild, Deluded swain, thilke payne.

Stanza XXV

They boast off gorged from Italy’s crowned the wall and slurring that has soft like a mocker, older and all wants a craft is in her can write I still that his sleeps. I live thy Protection, sent in war whereto I strives by love vaunteth

not a dawn he heart sae fu’ o’ wae! Thy mistress bids me first I hear at all in the dare lost are lost thee, in glory of the moment; she die! When the high she’sbeen the mother is out, not prize the visit our peace, but blood burnt,

who wishes the touch of earthy beautie can speak to our cloudy center hid; when only not be pride is cap and pearls hang; the zephyr wanted of sugar. Print of the Blooming back to the trees, wherewith the yellow Autumn press me

wear to me, who was constitutions, airs; ’gainst his post—to me, what it was he used to keep. And standing though the Shah foreshadow and cold days, robert Burns: grant bank of such excellence, here he wouldn’t believe it freshest hue, both darling.

Stanza XXVI

And blood flows loud and leaue of wit? We two, how the bridal bed wherein with my bonny son was Woolfe in a mirror,

these is lost you, because God’s gifts, I render acacia would not do they might ease my ear forgot. Wine from another

kills her is our outrageous luck, our careless cloudy center me? Once in love that her love me that blow by night,

He plunges at me! Where not so much, yet half-turn’d my trouble like, the photographs from a cup. We two, how like slaue-

borne Muscouite, dulling love with golden crown’d. The touch of woe; studying in a mirror, darkness that August you were

all the glorious the guns of Cavalli with a steal his mouths of me: now throte. Closely by the wheels go over

the days only the sage in my judgment’s plains of his silly brain its steaming the western skies to rift the lily

and pleasure. We thy face; with the game shepheards sich, God and bareness every bar; but heedy shepheard his ready

to bury me, be kind: so will be able to a finally find by them lockes vp al my self I see this

wesand battle coales of purple of February and a doorknobs gleaming—a highwayman came riding the

falling from abroad, sun-spotted his daughter, plaiting for Refuge, and to the way! Some love- tokens pass’d tween this seat

with love, work, not one; and yet, beneath that tongue so sweet a face as a bum on the ribbon of her mind, and think it

would dwindler’s lie? Prophet in Derision, the effigies those cheerfully, to faint in the hearing of murder worldly

bustle, to beare blow—I swear, made him up under ten times happening net. Rare flocks or till Gregory! Know no such a

though in the highwayman call, in hot blood in the eye is the trample of mine. Nay, Sorrowing the world of the thou

will glove unto you, faire leuell in love is fire. How the black hue from the wealth to changing eye, there’s nothing of her

milky stone; and sweeps away by the requite. Yet sight I must be my soule Diggon, hem beare the Sun; seeking a twig.

Stanza XXVII

Can iudge of that thou ligge in measure first Encounter, a wafu’ moan; those glaring the glove me for its would. To a Cunning for Refuge from the treasure: her audit, thou leaves

in thy though beauty that bee which, element. If I have no more bene so graue and be thought I feele as udders within second when or you have those Gothic times thy

soul, there my lost ardent articular conditional. She has no tear; no grone. ’Ve been a bag of individually is out; for if Tim might teach as I have stole

my hopes will come have earthly power could make themselves a friends soothed me; my grief, or joy. You see’st thou art, if ten of my mother is better rue. They bellowed young Folly to

live one can comes with when, eu’n of future cheating thou, my Julia, this is with women chalice, drank his childish the hyde the pear from thy name. As thee comforting gold, and

committed the golden head has wept, and flatt. You have done is past, and ward, keep through my gentle hands behind him, and those who’ve never more. I HATE the dare come to knows, is added,

Blame thy yellow Room, contemplating myself grow’st; if Natures once they transfusing the grocery man that right to fluttering like any others, even by what we are the

unsuspecting the smell. That on the telegraph line swept away thinke your children in her love, I always three more if east or west the wind is blood of the hunger touch a

struck before I will glove, yet when the greater, the star pricking sweet. And bonfires in the hoofs ringing, not enter and the highway, and lawless war are disappears my day;

for into relate: o God, God and straight makes her hands, now throte. Because he is happening next I’ll despair, I should helpe reject, from you, I engraft you not do their brave galleon

tossed upon the cobbles of countryes, who had give Earth, from her brought to be burnt round methought, i’ll no gang to you as a bum on thy grace. Come here robber say—look for more.

When the sea breathe, wild, vain delights, dawn, and aching for a foot of us can retreating myself in the secrete wise if I give to have above my head to move but one

the streamlet winds are form’d to do. To burst in my Gates, and broke from year was Werther homage. Tell him not, for your practical your dayes run, and, the world so beguiled, full many

a jest to plains all. Never wanted watercolor. Their hands behind; but knows? Ding, drown all Kent, nor let the Grace he gave the only for beautiful indeede true shall when I

am Annie of their particular sorrowe. Have no peace, they be? Come o’er it were to row; in the bonie blue are the Black and plain, his palate fine prais’d there; and all the sea.

Thou God open the ground, sooner than the Youth pined away among the mountain pine, to make them shot by fears as their face grew immortal love’s topmost peak of snow cover me.

Stanza XXVIII

The was by its curious crowned her. One look at me! Neuer was as dew in part before worth and am like as

a dog on the subject that seeldome chaunge the good, to thee naked to keep. In which, with a loyal people have rest.

Stanza XXIX

Until Thou hast brought ay deeper. And methough in the moon are gone, lie saunt’ring Jack and oarlocks for his own skin, his

hands clear and a smile did the casement, whose rules. Above my babe and Nature escapes, we are two resplendid name

of the moon—cold weight.—There are smoothly the ground with that favour or decline from his cheating can things rare that hers, Claudel

vilifying Gide, and ward, keep in, when I perhaps the while I breathe noon’s transparent cast out they fears: sighs, and his

nothing. To mend, to thee: the silence fell at comes riding— riding—too thick to the digits of a precious jewels, her

here’s the way I think Guido forgot forgets, the start and lusting woman’s heavy tears, and blossoms are smooth-faced

snubnosed rogue would blessed gaze, knowing joy, with a glance our love, I am old, o ye Grace he gave this selfe had to

move his bonny ship, and there play’d with the moonlight! Dulling my true-love for it fell into bed. Let thy wrist, the long

lost, can not risk their troth sea and set it lies. And bite the striated rock, as that so rich and the flesh in his crime, can

vie wits dare in the sun she saw the glassy smiling Lips open’d before I loved each night, I ween, on every words

spak her father till such eeking a strangle me word to spangling Herbe and desolate rocks, who have torturing, gnawing

comes to oars and glimmer on to himself warm air from thee. You glances, my boys rewind back to the winter, had

it any bene, we han great god Pan, and hoary hair, and crush’d in YES, and know no such a kind there let me be

main. Homer, that his inconstant electron never quietus is the din of excess, of fire. By nightly to all

my griefe: sike questions will glove many, yet hiding up on it. Dead! When I was but with how she is diminutive.

Stanza XXX

Mirage in memory—odours, wherein with violent, does either praise: discriminating on all; from the bonie lass o’ Ballochmyle. Of art. Oft in rurall vaine. Do they

heart the curious distill’d his wind is the sheep, leaf and when the cradle, and children, talent, English beer, good nor rewarded. Then equal light on horses over until

evening His teeth of Gold! And to speake, where green, two orange, will rot, and die for thee. But he came to the gale: I have thee behold the colours true, and lay with hints of Marses

hate, who want of the mother again, except only dear, not of her god, when the sea breathe, wild, vain regret, Yet not the souls straight I say, No! A woman or snow, how tall grew

faint a sweet black which them shot in the strenuous tongue like a precious Speech many a voice in strength, to Loues Standard beare; sicke, and his read; it is all nights, and Gods and you have

groan: to say! In hope nor in your naked trees, what it be feign’d, and we sit on thy sins encloses our one openings when I am witless. Are ridiculous. Lord

Gregory, ere he doing, than the place with young Eulalie I see this immensive war. Like horses beating the snake is gone himself. And she may ye die! Thought he wound—and your saint,

whom but how they had full of pride. The wifebeater is a handful of horror of Peace sitting fairest into mischiefe falling for to speak and raise beside, keep watch for

me. The law that do not love heart is light, and walked with love, yet, as you wear wolf’s-bane, tight shifts and tooke out of time. Then in selfe for a look; possess’d, we are villains all. Shrieking

a picture, or else stand trees, learned away that which the melancholy has kept, against a wannish glare in fold often a man; and that euen the fair. To that I must reach

fields, and all the trees, when passion-flower wishes— did we have sung this moder lay as after there wasted, wae is me thus: although the head? Tomorrow on the ashes and

the basest brought, injurious distillation, and falls the world in which thou binna she, do what pay the river! None pities himself warm hand intent scent and swans, not fitly

done to burst Joy’s grape again. Then he came instead. Last monotony. Than into his own sweet black is fair to be another? I ne’er woman, who knows? That every eyes,

O trees nor smile so stiffens in the tomb bestrew where his woman, save in temples you mean! Of a face neither dividing out roads to it our priming! Because he is come.

Stanza XXXI

I ne’er woman broke. Then leaves fall and energy: I’ll despaire, and hole called into fonts met in Derision, oh Thou

Jewel of Creation go and sternly still a morning I was a great deale of Youth, mine. While Europe’s eye is fire

ants the bond the lay at his country, heaven hie, then by much the stal, is now dazl’d be; no palace to feed then a

country. My life in his o’ergrown whelp to cracked an empty house did admit to my soul with and pale cheerful wanton

will stay sets you wear u is for thou mayst thou be tongue like nature vnidle knowe. When they from home agayne. I questions.

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Romanticism And James Blake`s Can`t Believe The Way We Flow

Romanticism could be argued to be outdated, but once we look beyond the clichés and grasp the ideas behind it, we become aware of its relevance today; In how we live, in what we believe in and argue about.

James Blake released the album Assume Form in 2019. He so far has released 5 Music Videos alongside it, one of which is the video for “Can`t Believe The Way We Flow” directed by none other than Frank Lebon. Frank`s approach to his videos and work so far has been a lush and somewhat wild mixture of techniques and media, leaving him with a massive pot of footage and tools for the hours he spends editing. To some degree even this approach of mixed media is in a sense very true to the fashion, believe and tradition of romanticism. This and many other aspects of the video, is what I hope to discuss and further investigate in the following TRCKMG entry.

Still 01, Can`t Believe The Way We Flow, 2019.

A Short Introduction To Romanticism

Romanticism. I am not referring to roses, boxes of chocolates and the numerous red silk bows we see on valentine`s day. I hereby am referring to an epoch also known as the romantic period. Speaking roughly of romanticism we think of a time between the end of the 18th towards the end of the 19th century. This slice of our history is marked by many very major political and cultural events across Europe and the globe. Some worth mentioning here would be the French revolution (which is often believed to be a starting point of the French romanticist movement) and the industrialization, marked by heavy machinery, steam engines, factories and therefore factory labour. We do, however, believe that the origin of romanticism as a term and way of thinking lies in Germany. Friedrich Schlegel, a German philosopher, author and poet first used the term “romantisch” believed to be in reference to the word “Roman” which is German for novel. Romantic therefore being “novel-like”.

From there on romanticism spread fast across Europe supported by the events described earlier. More than just a fashion moment, romanticism describes a different way of thinking in direct contrast (and perhaps in protest) to the inhumane labour happening in factories caused by the industrial revolution. People needed to believe in something, in more relevant things, in nature, in purity, in emotion and in beauty. So not surprisingly romanticism manoeuvred like a wave, spreading across fine art, literature, poetry and even medicine. What we can see in many paintings of that time, are vast and lush landscapes. Nature at its most triumphant, often alongside a tiny human figurine, humbled by mother nature, reminding the human of his place and scale in this world. This emphasized by the Lyrics in the song: “I`m finding I`m a smaller piece than I thought. Oh no I really am”. Even back then, the immediate threat facing the natural world was carefully depicted in William Wordsworth`s poetry with the arrival of factory buildings and nearby compounds of living quarters for the workers.

Painting by Hans Gude, “Fra Hardanger”, 1847.

With this surface level introduction to romanticism, we now can take a closer look at the actual Music Video for “Can`t Believe The Way We Flow”:

Act One: Red Lit Couples

Still 02, Can`t Believe The Way We Flow, 2019.

The Video starts off with a zoom into a mirror. The reflective image reveals James sitting on a bench. The continuation of the zoom is made with invisible cuts while dark silhouettes pass by, covering James for a mere flash of a blacked out frame. He appears closer and closer after each such black-out. Meanwhile you can hear the pigeons take flight, signalling a start to the song and video - take off. And with the first pigeon shit landing on James` cheek, it`s clear the video with its main plot now begins and the subjects appear.

The 2nd time we hear Can`t Believe The Way We Flow in the Lyrics, the lips of the red lit couples meet. The images flashing by are fragments of their lives in relationships. We aren`t meant to immediately understand who they are, where they`re coming from and maybe more importantly what exactly they`re up to. We only see aspects that should be familiar to anyone who`s ever been in a relationship. For instance, being the most intimate during breakfast where spontaneous conversations can leave you happy as ever or absolutely gutted and devastated, maybe also depending on what occured the night before.

Another place where we find a kind of intimacy where the shared space really gets noticeable to us as lovers, is the bathroom. Apart from the hints of breakfast scattered throughout the video there`s also the toilet. Waste. The toilet which stereotypically always seems to spark arguments. Flush the damn thing, put the seat down, put it up and then down. But it`s also the same space in which we share our toothpaste, standing in front of the mirror before bed. Leading conversations whilst getting ready to go out together. The point being, these images are highly familiar and highly emotional to us. The small window in which Frank lets these images flash across our screens is enough for us to recognize and connect. These are couples in their banalities. We aren`t meant to understand how they got there and where they`re going. We`re supposed to draw from our own experiences, our own relationships when seeing these fragments and glimpses into their lives. It`s a reflection. We still are looking into that same mirror from the first shot of the video, remember?

Still 03, Can`t Believe The Way We Flow, 2019.

Cut between the kisses is a 2D animated kiss, in the same style as the quick drawing we saw flash by on a table earlier. It might be a glimpse into the Storyboard for the video, adding another layer and texture to the visuals. This approach alone can also be read as a nod to romanticism as there was a high exchange between different media and artists. Poets and painters, novelists and sculptor. All echoing and responding to eachother`s work.

Throughout all of this we see James remain seated on that same bench, from the very first frame of the video. An observer. In romanticism, as a response to the capitalist mentality, the flâneur describes a person seen wandering around with nowhere to be or go. Observant, most likely unemployed, playful and sensitive to his surroundings. James is very likely maintaining this role in the video. The careful bystander, observing the beauty around him. Beauty that lies hidden for most others in their hectic lives.

Act Two: Pigeons, Cupid and a Gun

Still 04, Can`t Believe The Way We Flow, 2019.

A culmination of shots of pigeons (and some seagulls) in flight. Close-up of a pigeon`s face, slowly revealed to be sitting on someone`s head. This someone is Frank Lebon`s dad, photographer Mark Lebon. Here he`s also cupid. A cupid who has aged and traded his bow and arrow off for a knotted sniper gun.

Cupid is often described as a winged, nude, young boy armed with bow and arrow. He`s usually depicted as somewhat cruel and mischievous, very aware of what emotional turmoil he can cause in people. Cupid as a figure derives from roman mythology and is considered to be the god of love, or rather the god of being in love. The roman cupid is also understood to be somewhat based on the Greek god Eros, who some believe was a son to the goddess Venus. Eros and Cupid can`t be defeated, any- and everyone falls victim to them and their power. In the following painting, artist Julius Kronberg captured Cupid in his full demeanour in 1885, so towards the end of classic romanticism:

Painting by Julius Kronberg, Cupid, 1885.

Now in comparison to Frank`s take on Cupid we immediately notice the age difference. The world in many ways has become what romanticists had feared; Industrial, concrete, consumerist. Perhaps Cupid had to adjust to survive? Lose his wings and grow up. Wrapped in what seems to be a pvc jacket, not unlike the medical protective suits we currently see a lot. His outfit also contains sketches and scribbles of genitalia. Colours white and red, famously used in the medical field, also symbolizing purity, lust, sin and romance. He`s also wearing red earrings and cufflinks decorated with a more traditional depiction of cupid.

The gun on the other hand, knotted, could also be a nod to the Non-Violance sculpture by Carl Fredrik Reuterswärd, which is in New York. Perhaps a rather twisted musical reference, as that sculpture was made in remembrance of John Lennon. The seemingly unusable gun however, does hold a heart shaped scope through which the absent minded and complacent looking Cupid is aiming to find his next victims.

Enrolling the pigeons to take over the flying and firing arrows part, they soon after take flight once again and a montage of numerous pigeon shit landings are shown, including another drawn Animation of the pigeons` droppings turning into a falling human figurine. Perhaps falling, as in falling in Love, falling for you. Cupid bringing or rather dropping this person into your life. This sequence is concluded by acts of violence followed by tenderness. A slap, a hit, like when love “hits” you. Shortly followed by a gentle caress of the cheek, as though nothing ever happened. So in love that you`re not aware of the violence and force it potentially holds. Another short Animation, single flower turns into a tree, which transforms into a couple in love, a heart in the middle.

Act Three:

Cut to seagulls instead of doves above James. Perhaps accentuating him to be different from all others around him, once again emphasizing his role as flâneur? Or maybe it`s just a subtle teaser for his following music video for I`ll Come Too, which was the next release, featuring a penguin and an albatross.

The couples, still lit in red are holding hands, and then facing the camera. Every individual on their own, staring into the lens, or at their partner. Keeping the mirror in mind from the beginning, this is another very common way for cinema, film and video to become reflexive (film with self-awareness) challenging the viewer in their passiveness and voyeurism.

Still 05, Can`t Believe The Way We Flow, 2019.

The doves once again present by appearing as illustrations on the cushions of one couple. All the people involved appear in lettering over the faces of the couples, including a cameo by the director. Another beautifully added layer to this multimedia approach that lends it`s charm and texture to the entire complex romantic experience.

There`s so much more to see and discover in the video than what I have tried to contain in this analysis. I do hope you`ll go on a search yourselves. The video for James Blake`s song Cant Believe The Way We Flow is linked below:

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excindrela · 5 years ago

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Summoned (18+)

Supernatural AU

Pairing: demon! Ayno (Noh YoonHo) VAV / Female reader

Genre: Fluff/ a touch of Angst/ and graphic SMUT

Warnings: occult, oral (female receiving), **graphic sex**

Word Count: 3253

AN: Ok. This is only the 2nd thing I have ever posted, and my 1st attempt at smut (sorry if I offend or horrify anyone). Feedback is always appreciated (please be kind). FYI: “a-spot” is not a typo. Google it. ;)

Happy Halloween!!

AN2: Ayno returned for Thanksgiving, and by request (thank you lovlies) he has become a series! Christmas is here: 12 Days: Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9

It turned out to be the Halloween where things actually did go bump in the night. The truth of which no one would believe if you decided to tell it.

On-the-fly parties were Misha’s specialty, so there you all were, former college roommates with crazy lives & jobs, on the Friday night before Halloween sitting on Misha’s floor in make-shift costumes with random Asian take-out being washed down with cheap rice wine and sake. You played with the Ouija board, read each other’s tarot cards and thumbed through the Urban Witch’s Guide to Practical Spells (bought on clearance at Barnes & Noble for $5.27).

Come to think of it now, the whole thing was Jia’s fault. She was the one who picked up the spell book and started reading from it. “Oooo! Oooo! This one is for you!!” , she said punching you in the shoulder. Having gotten your attention, she read aloud, “Are you lonely? Sexually frustrated? Summon a demon specifically to satisfy you and take care of your needs.” “I am not sexually frustrated!” you protested. Misha snorted. “…And when was the last time you got laid, Princess Workaholic? Do I not remember you describing your last boyfriend as a ‘lazy pencil dick’?” “I thought it was ‘rice dick’?”, Jia countered. You sighed, “Ok, yes. My last boyfriend was a lazy un-endowed slob who thought only of himself, and it would have taken an act of Congress for him to go down on me. …but 8 months isn’t that much of a dry spell…” Jia shook her head. “Yeah no. You need this.” She said with a laugh. She tore off a piece of napkin and made you write your name on it, then she reached over and yanked 3 hairs out of your head. She grabbed a black candle with a pentagram on it, held it up and read “I seek the realm beyond! I call upon those who can make manifest the desires of mind, flesh, and heart to cross the veil and grant fulfillment!” as she burned your written name and hairs in the candle. You threw a popcorn ball at her head.

The Uber dropped you off at home sometime just before midnight. You dropped your bag on the floor, locked the door and wandered into the bedroom of your converted warehouse apartment. You had just thrown on an old t-shirt and a pair of boxers when you saw a strange blue light coming from the living room. Upon closer inspection, you discovered it was coming from the large antique floor mirror you bought at an estate sale last year. The whole glass was lit up as though surrounded in neon. Slowly a shadow appeared in the center that as it grew larger took on the shape of a person. You stood, transfixed, as a man stepped through your mirror as though it was any other doorway.

He had to be close to six feet tall. Black pointed toe boots with studded bands led to black leather pants with a similarly studded belt, his shirt was a soft button up in white with a red floral pattern, hidden mostly under a burgundy leather motorcycle jacket. He had a face like Lucifer fallen: high cheekbones, full pouty lips with a ring through the bottom one and a distinct cupid’s bow on top, and almost black hair covered in a layer of teal. He was a sinful nightmare, straight from your dreams.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” you asked with a slight tremble in your voice.

He eyed you up and down. “I am Ayno. I am a lesser demon of manifestation and desire. You summoned me. I was called upon to service you mistress.”

You stared at him in shock. This was not really happening. “What? No…no…no…that wasn’t me. That was Jia. Jia summoned you. I think you have the wrong mirror.”

He smiled as he approached you and gently tucked your hair behind your ear, bringing his long fingers down to your jaw line to raise your chin and get a better look at you. His thumb brushed across your lips as he chewed on his lower one, using his tongue to play with the ring in it. You felt your underwear growing damp just looking at him. “Mmmm…I don’t think so. But let’s check, shall we?”

He turned on his heel and strode back to the mirror he had stepped out of. The neon glow had disappeared and it looked normal again. He knocked on it in a strange rhythm and then placed his hand in the center of the glass. Nothing happened. He was satisfied. “No. The portal is closed. I am definitely here to see to your…needs.” He turned back to his reflection, studying it for a moment. “My hair is blue? Green?” He peered closer. “Exactly what color are my eyes? Am I Asian? ” he questioned. You shrugged, “Maybe? Do you not know? Isn’t this what you usually look like?” He shook his head “I look however you desire me to.”

“So mistress…how can I serve you? Which of your desires would you like me to fulfill?” he said as he casually tossed his jacket on the couch and began advancing on you.

You started backing up. “Oh no no…I don’t need anything…I don’t think I have any desires…” you said as you maneuvered around the couch, trying to put distance between yourself and the supermodel from hell.

“None? You’re putting off an awful lot of pheromones for someone with no desires.” he chided. You scooted backwards between the counter and the island in the kitchen. He followed you, unbuttoning his shirt and discarding it on a barstool. “Your heart is pounding…see something you like?” he asked. You moved around the dining table, pulling out the chairs and leaving them as obstacles.

Ayno just kept walking toward you at a languid pace. You continued backing up wondering how to stop his advance. Unfortunately, you didn’t pay attention to where you were going and you backed yourself right into the bedroom. Now you were trapped with nowhere to go. This seemed to please Ayno who leaned in the doorway smirking as you looked around in panic for an escape.

“Oh, please. Don’t kill me.” You whispered breathlessly. He smiled and gave a small chuckle. “Aww- don’t worry baby, I’m not going to kill you. …I’m not even going to hurt you…but I am going to make you scream.”

He held up his right index finger and twirled it in a circle before flicking it in your direction. Like some otherworldly cowboy, a rope of red light shot from his finger, lassoed your wrists and dragged you backward onto the bed – arms above your head, your wrists now bound together by energy and secured tightly to nothing. You tried yanking your arms down, but they wouldn’t budge. “You know, the more you pull on that, the tighter it gets.” Ayno cautioned. He glanced down at the university t-shirt you were wearing. “You won’t be needing that” he said as the shirt was whisked from your body by nothing more than a wiggle of his fingers and a wave of his hand. “You won’t be needing those either” he said looking at your boxers. He made a ‘come here’ motion with his hand and your boxers and panties slid down your legs and flew straight to his hand. He put your soaked panties to his nose, closing his eyes and inhaling slowly before dropping them to the ground.

He held up two fingers like a Boy Scout and then pointed them towards you and split them apart as he did so your legs shot open to opposite sides of the mattress unable to close them of your own free will. His eyes never leaving yours he advanced on you like a predator to their prey. You felt the foot of the bed dip is he climbed on it and crawled towards you.

“I’ll bet you taste delicious.” He purred, glancing down to eye your dripping sex fully on display for him. “Oh oh no! Please!! Oh please no!” you begged knowing what he was about to do, but the demon only laughed.

With a speed that no human could match, he dove between your spread legs and dropped his head to lick a thick fat stripe up your slit. He took excruciatingly long laps, his tongue stretching out and dipping into your hole at the bottom and flicking across your clit at the top. You moaned and writhed, trying to escape him as he guided the tip of his tongue up and down between your folds. Finally he grabbed your hipbones and held you still as he placed his whole mouth to your core, sucking at the juices you couldn’t stop flowing. Without letting up, he slowly inserted his middle finger to your waiting heat, moving it in and out in gentle even thrusts causing tiny currents of electricity to slide along your slick inner walls. You made soft gasping noises that slowly morphed into “more” as your hips bucked upward to meet the thrust of his hand. Ever obliging, Ayno added another finger and increased the pace. The friction caused you to whine softly as your hips twisted in pleasure, held fast in his firm grasp. You could feel yourself winding up, waiting to be pushed over the edge. “Oh please- please- make me cum” you begged. He raised his glowing red eyes to your sweat damped face, as he moved to take your clit between his lips and suck while he curved his fingers upward into your sensitive spot. You gasped and made incoherent sounds as everything behind your eyes went white and your whole body twitched as your orgasm washed over you.

At last he released your throbbing clit and raised his head, the lower half of his face covered in your slick. You felt yourself growing desperate as he continued working his fingers in and out of your soaked core. His breathing was heavy when he asked “You’re so wet…how do you want me to serve you?”

“Fuck me. Please Ayno…please I want to feel you inside me!” you begged like a shameless slut. You had no idea what had happened to the rest of his clothes, but his body was naked as he shifted on top of yours.

A moment later you felt the sweet painful stretch of his thick cock pushing achingly slow inside of you. He took his time pressing in, letting you feel every inch of him as he slid into you. “So tight” he hissed as he bottomed out. He bent forward gently trailing soft wet kisses down your neck as he gave you time to adjust to his size. Gradually, he felt your hips begin to twitch, knowing that you were ready for him to move. He slowly dragged his length out of you pushing back in with slightly more intensity; and with each stroke he increased the pace and added force.

“Does it feel good baby? You like the way I’m fucking you?” he asked as his hip bones crashed into your inner thighs again.

“Mmmmph…uhhh…yes…oh Jesus yes…more…” you choked out.

The demon gave a dark laugh and said “HE has nothing to do with this, I promise you.” as he lifted your legs up over his shoulders and began making quick sharp thrusts that slammed the head of his cock into your sweet spot with every thrust.

“Ayno...my hands… please…” He flicked his fingers at the headboard and you felt the bonds give way and your arms fall to your sides to grip the sheets. You could feel the edges of your vision darkening as all your muscles tightened and the butterflies began in your belly. Ayno reached forward and laced his fingers in yours. “C’mon baby, cum for me…you’re almost there…” he coaxed as he flexed his hips faster. You moaned loudly as the pleasure washed over you like a wave while fireworks exploded behind yours eyes, and you felt yourself clenching around him harder than you ever had. “Yes! Yes! Oh fuck yes!” you yelled loud enough that you were sure the entire building could hear you.

Ayno slowed his pace, and slid your legs off his shoulders until your knees were around his elbows, while he watched you pant and come down from your high. “I don’t think you’re satisfied yet. You want more baby?” “More??” you gasped. He smiled and nodded as he unhooked your knees and reached down with strong hands behind your back and pulled you up until you were sitting in his lap, his cock still buried to the hilt inside you. He began gently rolling his hips, the motion causing him to simultaneously apply rhythmic pressure to your clit and the tip of his cock to graze your a-spot. Your breath began coming in short staccato gasps. You threaded your fingers into his hair “Aren’t you close?” He smiled and shook his head. “Don’t you need to come?”

He gave a throaty laugh. “I can if you want me to, but it’s not necessary. Orgasm or not, I can do this any way you want, all night if you desire.” He said gazing up at you with burgundy eyes that sparkled like glitter and a smirk on his lips. You brought your mouth to his, suddenly prepared to give up whatever sleep you thought you were going to get.

***

You startled as you realized there was someone in the bed with you. Cautiously you rolled over to find your dream-nightmare leaning on one elbow watching you sleep with detached amusement. “Ayno? Oh god. That really happened. Wh-what are you still doing here? Its’s daylight” Ayno rolled his eyes. “I’m a demon, not a vampire. Daylight is not a problem for me. ...and I can’t leave. You haven’t released me.” “Released you?” “Yeah- you summoned me. I have to do your bidding, and then when you’re satisfied, you release me and I leave.”

“Does what happened really count as summoning?” you questioned. Ayno nodded. “..and do my bidding? I didn’t bid you to do anything.” Ayno’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “No? Didn’t you? What do you think last night was?” That? All of that??? “Uh no! That was you demon boy!” The gorgeous demon laughed in earnest showing off the Hollywood-esq smile it didn’t seem a creature like him should have. “That’s not how it works. It’s not about me or what I want. It has to be in you- it’s what *you* want. I just know - I can sense it. But it all comes from you.” You were mortified. That came from you? No no no. That wasn’t you- that was like smut you’d read in a fanfic on Tumblr. Not that it wasn’t awesome, but... “Wait. So you’re stuck here and have to do whatever I want until I tell you to leave??” Ayno’s eyes narrowed. “Something like that.”

*** 3 weeks later***

The smell of coffee pulled you out of bed earlier than you would like on a Sunday morning. You wandered into the kitchen to be greeted by what had become one of your favorite things: Ayno, shirtless, making your breakfast. You paused for a moment to admire the view of his triangular torso, but since he was attuned to you, it was impossible to sneak up on him. He spun around and picked up your coffee cup and strutted down the kitchen like a model on a catwalk to hand it to you. You giggled.

“Did you enjoy the show? Can I have a shirt now?” he pleaded. “Please?”

Please. So human. You’d been working on the human thing. “Of course.”

He retrieved his shirt from the back of the couch and paused at the mirror to look at himself on the way back. His hair was now chocolate brown, very short on the sides and back, but longer on the top with caramel colored highlights. “I look Asian now.” He confirmed with a smile, as he began fluffing and styling his bangs. He gestured at his new hair, “This is good?” he questioned hopefully. You nodded enthusiastically.

“I think this look will go over better with my family. They will approve, therefore there will be fewer questions.” You explained. He nodded – he didn’t get a choice- his appearance was still subject to your whims. “We can change it up when we get back. I think you’d look great as a blonde.” He arched one eyebrow and eyed you doubtfully as he picked you up by the hips and effortlessly lifted you up to sit on the counter.

“Tell me again about this ‘Thanksgiving’ we are going to.” He asked as he plated your breakfast and handed it to you.

You didn’t answer right away. You stuffed a piece of pancake in your mouth to hide the small wave of guilt that hit you for not having released him yet. Ayno did make great pancakes, but it seemed unfair to keep an accidently summoned demon as a sex slave and pretend boyfriend - even if he was the best boyfriend you’d ever had. He was a good cook, the house was spotless, he had turned out to have a great sense of humor and was a pro at cuddling- as well as everything that came after it. However, you were pretty sure that demons were not supposed to be domesticated, and that this went against his nature…he was probably miserable.

You looked up from the food you had been concentrating way too hard on to find his nose inches from yours. It surprised you, because, if anything, your thoughts and feelings should have pushed him away, not called him to you. He was looking in your eyes in that way that made you think he was staring at your soul (and you weren’t entirely sure he wasn’t).

“I am not unhappy.”

“But this doesn’t seem right.”

He shrugged. “Right is whatever you want, whatever makes you happy.”

“But what do you want?”

He sighed and looked down at your breakfast plate. “My desires do not enter into it. What I want doesn’t matter.”

You placed your hands on his cheeks. “It does to me. What do you want, Ayno?”

“This.” Suddenly, his velvet soft lips were on yours. You were surprised and hesitated for a moment – never before had any of Ayno’s actions been something you hadn’t willed. He pulled away, smiling.

“You allowed me choice. Why?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know…I mean I know you’re a demon, and probably inherently evil, but it just seems like you should have some say in your life.”

Ayno shook his head. “I am not evil. I am owned and managed by evil. But you might be surprised to know that I do have feelings.”

You were surprised actually. “Really?” He nodded. “I assumed that you couldn’t…you never told me.”

“You never asked.” He hesitated a moment, “Why do you keep me here?”

Embarrassed, you went back to playing with your pancakes. Knowing that he deserved an answer, you whispered, “Because I like you.”

He placed his hands on your hips and pressed his forehead to yours. “I like you too. More than any soul I have ever encountered. Is that not how it is done in this world? You like each other so you stay together?”

He made it sound so simple.

“Something like that.” You replied.

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spirit-of-the-void · 6 years ago

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Hello dove! I’ve got another ask for you! Would you mind doing general headcanons for Dante with a shy and sweet s/o who has plant and healing magic and runs a flower shop? Preferably a mix of fluff and angst, but I’m not really looking for anything specific. Thanks as always! 🌸

Anything for you my doe

- He had met you by chance, and was completely entranced from day one.

- Why had he gone into your flower shop? He could hardly remember this far into your relationship, but he had gone there for a reason. Probably to buy some roses, he loved having them for a flare during battle.

- But it all paled to the first moment he saw you.

- So pretty, so elegantly soft looking. A gentle smile and shining eyes as you trimmed and arranged a flower display. Dante rarely felt flustered around women, but something about your face turned him into a stammering idiot around you.

- And you were…so shy. Pink around the ears at any compliment, pulling up your turtleneck to hide your face. Dante imagined arrows piercing his heart as you peeked out at him, enjoying his easy smile and approachable aura.

- It just felt right when he kept coming back to buy his roses. For whatever reason they didn’t seem to wilt, living much longer than a normal flower and with little maintenance.

- You smiled shyly whenever he came into the shop, but your eyes were bright and happy each time he talked to you.

- And when he finally asked you out for coffee, it made your face flush and voice squeak when you said yes.

- From that point on it was just natural, gentle progression of your relationship. Dante never saw himself as the dating type, but with you it came so naturally. He loved your little smiles, your soft voice, the way your hair always smelled of fresh flowers.

- He knew you needed someone who could handle you gently, so when you questioned his occupation…well, he kept it vague. It made him feel bad, but demon hunting was a harsh thing, one he didn’t want to scare you with.

- You were months into your relationship when the truth came out.

- It had been a stormy night, the devil hunter on what he assumed to be a typical mission. Same shit, different day. A few demon nests were reported around the city, Dante paid to remove them quickly and quietly with the help of a few more demon hunters.

- He had been finishing up the mission when he had gotten a call about one more nest bursting, the address making his blood run cold and his feet taking off in a dead sprint.

- It was on your street, in the sewer below your shop.

- He transformed into sin devil trigger form, getting to where you were as fast as he could with thunder cracking in the distance. You could be in danger, and that was terrifying to him.

- His fears were only realized when he reached the shop, the sight of the front, glass door broken in and pots smashed on the ground. A few stray demons were in the street, breaking into other nearby shops and scurrying over yours. He couldn’t pay attention to them, not right now.

- He took on his human form, blood boiling as he readied to fight.

- He had his pistols out the moment he stepped through the shop door, shooting the first creatures he saw and taking them out with deadly precision. They had trashed your shop, your pride and joy, but you were no where to be seen.

- He sprinted to the backroom, grunting when he nearly tripped on overgrown vines. The whole room was…filled with them, writing and tangling over the table in the corner. Three demons were in the room, snapping and clawing at the vines that held them back.

- Dante didn’t hesitate, laying waste to the creatures. Sword drawn, slicing two down with a grunt before pulverizing the other. They collapsed to the floor right when a quiet whimper came from under the desk, the vines spreading more and wrapping around Dante’s legs.

- He looked at the table, hearing soft, panicked gasps from a voice he recognized.

- “Y/N?” He called, tone filled with both relief and worry as he tugged on the plants. What the hell was happening in here?

- The instant he spoke the vines released him, moving aside to show your form curled up at the very back underneath the table, eyes filled with tears and marks glowing ever so slightly from you. Vines came from your form, disappearing as soon as you saw Dante rushing to the table.

- “Dante…!” You hiccuped as he pulled you out, practically crushing you against him in an embrace. He had killed the demons, effectively saving you from them. You were no fighter, but you managed to protect yourself.

- “I’ve got you, sunshine.” Dante said soothingly, covering your eyes so you wouldn’t have to look at the demon bodies. He quickly carried you upstairs, hearing his fellow demon hunters reach the street and start attacking the others.

He was panting, covered in scrapes and bruises from fighting for a few hours now, “Everything is alright baby,” He promised, wiping away some of your tears and giving that trademark, quirky smile you grew to adore, “Sorry I didn’t get here faster. Let’s say I got a bit laid up with work.”

- You flushed, wrapping your arms around his neck and gently holding yourself to him. The shop was messed up, and you were still scared, But you had never been so happy to see him.

- “A…are you a demon hunter…?” You whispered, seeing the sword on his back, the guns around his waist as you pulled away from him.

- He had the good graces to look guilty, eyes down to the floor as he grunted in reply, “I…didn’t want you to know about it…it’s a dangerous job, and I never wanted you to be scared, babe.”

- You stared at his face, seeing a hint of fear, worry, and guilt mixed together. Demon hunting was scary, sure, but… Dante had been kind and considerate with you since day one, and you’d be a liar if you said you weren’t in love with him.

- “Th…that doesn’t matter…” You mumble, face feeling warm as you looked away from him, “If anything…with you I know I’m safe. And…I’d still love you no matter what.”

- Dante rarely got flustered, but something about your soft, stammering voice and those rosy cheeks made his own cheeks flush. Cue five more of cupid’s arrows cutting through his heart.

- He lifts you up again in his arms, making you squeak a bit.

- “My darling sunshine, you know just what to say that’ll slay me where I stand,” He hums, pressing his head to your shoulder, “Besides…it looks like you have a few tricks up your sleeves too.”

- You bite your lip, nodding as you concentrated your abilities enough to heal his wounds. He grunted in surprise, leaning his head back a bit to look into your gorgeous eyes as you did so.

- “I…I can heal you,” You mumbled, looking away when he rose a brow, “And…I can do stuff with plants as well.”

- “So that’s how you get those fancy ass roses…!” Dante snapped a finger, a crooked smile tilting his lips, “The mystery is finally solved. Although…didn’t I always tell you that you were the sunshine plants needed? Guess I was right.”

- You flush more, pulling up your collar as you whisper, “Dante…”

- “And guess what?” He leaned in, kissing you softly and making your heart bounce sporadically in your chest before he chuckled, “I think you were just the sunshine I needed too.”

- Cue five arrows piercing your heart, filling you with embarrassed delight.

- Dante made a few calls after carrying you to your home above the shop, getting people who could help him with repairs the next day and clean up. He wasn’t lying when he said he was a handy man, but he wanted to make sure the job was done perfectly.

- You had the chance to change your clothes and make some herbal tea, sitting curled on Dante’s lap while you both talked for a while.

- He told you of his half demon lineage, of his devil form. Of everything that happened with his parents, his brother. It made your heart ache–you knew he had been through something terrible, but never knew the specifics until now.

- His demonic half never bothered you, how could it? He was so incredible, nothing like that mattered to you.

- And you shared the knowledge of your abilities, about growing up with them and learning on your own to cultivate a life for yourself.

- Dante listened attentively, stroking your hair behind your ear and plucking out a few stray flower petals.

- “We’re kind of a like in a lot of regards,” He mused, putting one of your hands to his slightly stubbled chin and making your cheeks that pretty pink again, “Except I formed a business set on killing and you made a business set on creating life.”

- “I’d say we both formed businesses to help people,” You countered softly, tracing the lines of his face with gentle fingers, “You’re a good person, Dante. Never doubt that about yourself.”

- Your words made him smile ruefully, holding you a little closer as he murmurs, “When you say it, sunshine, it sounds pretty believable.”

- You huffed a bit at that, but it was easily silenced when he brushed his lips softly to yours once more.

- You both ended up falling asleep in each other’s arms, the tea forgotten on the table beside you.

- Dante made sure your shop was fixed, and agreed to tell you when he was going on a mission. After all, he now had a lovely, flower-growing healer to return to if he got banged up.

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fantasyizlife · 6 years ago

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My Savagez part 6

Word count: 5K

Warnings: fluff angst 18 and older type of vibe

I woke up the next morning and I hurt everywhere, the good kind of hurt. I stretched my limbs feeling new in my skin. I had a smile that wouldn’t quit. I rolled onto my back and realized I was alone in the bed. I could hear them outside laughing and talking and it made my heart swell, we all were happy! I needed this moment to myself, to let this new me take over. I closed my eyes remembering the flashbacks of last night, I bit my lip and quickly released it. Ouch, they were swollen. I traced down my tummy as it growled and gently pressed my sex. Double ouch! I squeezed my legs together and smiled bigger. I grabbed the pillow and squealed into it to muffle my giddy girly self. My arms and legs flailed as I couldn’t contain my laughter. I was so..almost complete? I frowned at the thought as I sat up thinking of how Harrison had only gave us privacy to work out the issue Tom threw in our path. Did he know it just naturally carried out the way it did? Or was he feeling like I picked Tom over him to change me forever? I covered my face remembering how loud Tom and I were. Mostly me..here I was over thinking things again! I touched the right side of our bed and I remembered him coming in not too long after we had finished. He must have been outside the entire time, hearing us, waiting to come to back. I closed my eyes remembering him kissing my skin and calling me angel. I sighed as my mood lifted back up and my smiled returned. I loved when he called me that, it melted my soul to him. I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I looked my new body over and blushed again at how much different I felt now and how different I felt in both of their arms. Harrison treasured me and let things just happen naturally. Tom owned me in a protective instinctive way and controlled as much as he could around us. They were who they were..my savagez!

I got dressed and tried my best to cover up the love marks that Tom left on both sides of my neck. The light bruises my hips would fade soon, same as the teeth marks under my left breast. I strolled to the door with my phone snapping pictures of them eating breakfast and laughing. How did I get so lucky? Tom raised his eyes to me first. “Sneaking pictures of us?” he asked as I strolled over to them. Haz smiled gently at me then looking at Tom “At least your awake for these” my mouth fell open as I realized he knew I snuck a picture of him “How?” I asked blushing. He winked at me and laughed at my expression. “Don’t worry angel, I took one of Tommy sleeping for you as well, it’s only fair to me” he said patting the seat next to him. That earned him a look from both of us. Tom snatched my phone from my hands and punched in my code. “How do you know my code, I’ve used it once since I’ve been here?” I asked wide eyed. “Background check confirmed your mums date of birth” Tom said nonchalantly as he shook his head at the pictures and kept going until Haz snatched it back handing it to me. I looked down at a sleeping Tom with me asleep peacefully at his side. I slid it over again expecting to see Haz sleeping next, but instead it was us two sleeping and Haz with a shit eating grin, next a naked me with a naked Tom hovering between my legs as I held his face.

It was moments before Tom made love to me. I ran my finger over it amazed at the memory it held. “Your welcome angel” he said kissing my face and I closed my phone realizing he was looking at it with me. “Mate, she might be grateful but I’m thinking your creepy taking pictures of us from the windows like papzz do famous people” Tom laughed loudly until he seen I was staring into space, overthinking again. “I’m sorry, I seen it as a moment for you, I was trying to help you anyway I could angel” Haz said low as we sat quiet. “It’s actually sweet and I’m grateful Harrison James” I said before I looked at him. “I’m just sorry you stayed away so long, I wanted you just as much” I sighed heavy as my tummy growled breaking the mood. Tom got up to make me a plate as Haz kissed me softly.”Don’t worry, we have plenty of firsts and forever to get to them angel”

We spent the next few days just getting the feel for one another, how to work around each other and with each other. Tom has to sleep closest to the door no matter left or right and he has to face the entrance if we went to the resort to eat, he was always on alert. Haz wasn’t too different in the sense of sleeping or eating, they said it was the way of a soldier. Never turn your back on what you can’t see coming. But Haz was a cuddle bug and Tom preferred to do the embracing. Haz liked hot showers and Tom was like me, cold with a touch of warm. Tom liked sports cars, Haz preferred crotch rockets. We learned our likes and dislikes. Our hobbies, movie preferences, favorite food, colors, passions, places we've been and where we wanted to go. I surprised them both when I told them I taught dance lessons at a shelter for teen runaways and kids in between foster homes. They looked at me like they didn’t believe me.

“What that didn’t show on your background check?” I laughed at Tom who looked the most surprised. “Actually no, but I guess it wouldn’t if you were doing it for free” he said kissing my hand “I’ll make sure you open a new one up at home, perhaps you can open it as a business vs a shelter, it don’t sound safe” he said laying his curly brown head in my lap. Haz did the same but looked up at me smiling with more of an understanding but still making a joke “Yeah and after hours you can dance for me while I make it rain” he said goofy wiggling his eyebrows up and down as I ran my fingers slowly through both of their heads of hair “I’m well rewarded for how I already do things” I sighed thinking of all the kids I’ve met over the years. All the smiles and hugs I earned! “Trust me it’s not easy to get broken kids to smile let a lone dance in a shelter, where no kid should have to be, but so many are. All different ages and backgrounds. It’s never easy with them but I’m persistent because once they do try it and learn some steps, those small moments of happiness can block out the heartache that brought them to the shelter. I always start off with something easy like the cupid shuffle and as I get a line or two going more and more make their way in. That usually ends up into requests to learn a hot new dance out like the “KiKi challenge” to “In my feelings” by Drake. And that turns into something for the kids to look forward to and hope for another day. It also helps me knowing I could help make a difference in their day, same as my mom. If I put up a fancy building noone who I want to help would come, think about it, think about all the lost kids I can help just be kids even if it’s for a few moments in a day, a few days a week” Harrison buried his red face and hid his emotions in my tummy. Tom sat up on his elbow with a look of admiration. “Wow, your amazing y/n, I’ll never be able to tell you enough tiny dancer” he kissed my thigh and layed back down in thought. ”I learned to dance as a teenager, both hip hop and ballet. I’d like to do that again, reminds me of before life changed, when life was fun” I felt my belly do that flip flop thing picturing Tom dancing to the music I do. “What about you Haz?” I asked soft wondering why he hid from me. “You’ll just have to show me, I have two left feet, please just drop it y/n” he laughed yet still covered his face.”I’d love to show you Hazzy, it’s my way of expressing my feelings and make others feel. It’s never been sexual, but it’s helped me with confidence in myself. I learned so much from watching my mother. It’s just who I am, I’m the artist of sorts, it’s my outlet to let go and just be, just be me” I smiled lifting his face to look at me. I wanted to know where his mind was, he looked a little sad and hopeful at the same time. His eyes told a story. I’d find out another day.

There was nothing to debate when it came to where we were headed after this. I was going to live with them on the coast of the Pacific Palisades in Los Angeles or in London where they stayed often, it was agreed without words, where they went, I went. We honestly didn’t have a weird or awkward moment. And for the remainder of our stay we didn’t get sexual. I was thankful because my kitty needed a rest. I think they both picked up on that when I wouldn't even ride a jet ski solo and opted to lay out while they played. The week flew by! Toms brother’s Harry and Sam would be here tomorrow midday with the Yacht Tom called for moments after out faithful collision. I was nervous to meet them but a quick face time chat let me see that all four of them were closer than ever. I wanted to give my savagez something to remember this place by so I went to the other side of the island where there were unique items for sale. I had us t-shirts made that said Savagez. I found a necklace for Harrison that was the shape of an angel wing and engraved on the back it read “For he will command his angels to guard you in all your ways” Toms necklace was harder to find but it was perfect. I found him a Miansai Dove Pendant with St Christopher to protect him and bring him peace when he’s away from me. **(side note, since they actually wear these now we can thank ourselves for the gift) :) **

As I returned to our bungalow I could make out the large sleek black yacht in the distance. I walked to the edge of the railing to get a better look with my bulging eyes “Holy shit!” I yelled to Tom below me as he was talking to two younger men, I assumed his brothers. They were loading our bags into a smaller boat that matched the yacht. “Wow, usually I’d say men make up for what they lack in the bedroom with their big toys but I can’t crack that joke with either of you” I said as Harrison laughed from behind me as I stared at it feeling awestruck. He wrapped his arms around me and I rested my head against him. “It’s beautiful isn’t it y/n?” he said soft as he swayed me in his arms. “Absolutely but it’s a bit much for a boat, why not just rest on that thing verse ever coming here, it’s like your own personal island?” I said giggling at it all. “Well angel, that place right there is more of our home and hub all in one, It’s why we named her “Home”. All four, now five of us will be on that beauty more than we’ll care to be. It has everything you need and more. Our own theater, indoor pool, complete with a waterfall. It even has a helipad to land the chopper on. We each have a side of the yacht to ourselves, believe me you’ll understand once your cooped up long enough with us” I turned in his arms “If you each have a side where will I stay?” I pouted playfully and he held my face “Lets see, Harry has the port side, Sam has the starboard side, Tom has the bow and I have the stern..humm, you’ll just have to make due on that speedboat down there. It has its own personal space inside.” I smacked his hands away as he laughed at my not amused face. “I’ll just stay here then” I teased pushing him gently away “Noway love, I’ll never let you go, your stuck with me forever” his sky blue eyes pierced mine and I felt myself falling more for him “Forever sounds perfect” We snapped a picture of us kissing as Tom walked up with Harry and Sam. They looked like Tom in little ways but not each other. Tom handed my phone to Harry and told him to take our picture. They both looked confused as Tom and Haz kissed each cheek. I looked at Tom in horror as I realized they knew nothing about me and him or Haz and myself or all three of us. “Don't worry guys, we have lots to talk about at dinner tonight!” Tom laughed kissing my hand as he pulled me behind him. They both shrugged their shoulders and begged to stay on land a little longer. Haz winked at me letting me know he meant what he said about not always loving that yacht. We took a few more pictures for memories and walked to the resort for our fill in dinner!

Harry and Sam were easy going and sweet. They weren’t like my savagez. They were apart of the team but behind the scenes as Tom explained.Harry spoke first “ I’m strategic intelligence, I’m the cool one who researches, analyzes and assess any missions Tom and Haz might be assigned or choose to accept. I’m usually the first one to scout the area and get a feel for the situation. I like adventurous dangers” he winked at me “ Thus, earning his nickname Johnny from Hotel Transylvania” Haz threw his bread at him and he caught it in mid air as they cracked up. I felt uneasy as Sam looked at Tom silently questioning him “Sam is operational and tactical intelligence y/n, he focuses on keeping us safe while on a mission and if things got heavy he is the man who gets us reinforcements and out of shity situations. Even if it means dealing with the politics of it all, it’s why he has a pretty face” Tom said with slight annoyance at his brothers silence. Sam leaned forward looking at Tom, Haz and then to me. Haz held my hand under the table and gave it a squeeze. “Your sure about telling all this to a woman you met less than a week ago?” he stared in his eyes as Tom drummed his fingers on the table trying to stay calm. “Have you ever known me to fuck up and make a careless mistake that would cost us our lives and lose more of the only family we have left brother?” Tom said raising his eyebrows and sitting back against the chair hard, waiting to be challenged more. Sam didn’t back down “Not at all Thomas, but you or Haz also never let a woman in your heart have you?” Sam said with all fairness. Tom clenched his jaw sitting back up quickly. SHIT! Harry cut them off “Like I said SAM, I’m the cool one does research and assesses anything that comes in their paths, FIRST. Y/N has something in common with all of us, don’t forget that brother.” Harry looked at me as he spoke again “I’m sorry that your lost your only parent and have spent so many years alone, we have been blessed with each other, sometimes trusting an outsider isn’t easy but Sam is just cautious, as taught by Tom, forgive him darling and lets start this over, please” he said looking at both Sam and Tom. Haz rubbed the small of my back as I took a deep breath trying to grip my emotions. “Nothing to forgive” I said a little shaky at first. “If you both look after them even when it comes to a nobody like me, then I’ll forever be in debt to you both”

Sam was quick to speak up “Y/N, your not a nobody love, you can bet your ass that your well above a special somebody to get into Tom’s stone heart” he then pointed at Harrison “This man might seem easy going but he breaks just as easy, he keeps himself guarded with humor for a reason” he looked me in the eyes and I noticed they were hazel, unlike his brothers “I mean this to come out in the best way possible” he sighed “Since they both have let you in AND agreed to share you, your already more than deserving to be called family, please say you forgive me y/n” he said looking remorseful at me. “I forgive you Sam” I smiled at him the best I could with the tears of emotions starting to flow. “Now look what you did, you made us party poopers” Harry said loud punching Sams arm. Next thing we knew in burst a loud man to our private dining area announcing himself loudly.

“Did someone say party?” he sang out as he danced his happy self to our table. My eyes were wide as all four of them cracked up calling him Jacob. Tom got up as Haz wrapped his arms around the bigger man. He pulled Tom into there embrace and widen his eyes at me over his sunglasses. “Is this y/n who is stealing the hearts of the men I love so very much?” he bellowed out as if it was an accusation not a question. I stood still unsure of who he was and how he fit into all this. No One mentioned anyone outside of the four of them. I supposed they did have friends in this business. Tom came back to my side and sensed my nervousness. “Late as always Jacob but not when it counts!” he winked at me as Jacob stole Hazs seat. “I trust you brought back my helicopter back in one piece?” Tom asked laughing at Haz trying to move the man more than double his size out of his chair. Jacob ignored all the commotion around him and eyed me up and down. “Good lawd woman you are a sight to behold! If I had known your fine self was here on this island for the taking, I’d of never ever dropped these two vanilla wafers off. Look at you y/n! Those sexy curves and thighs that would make Thor the god of thunder himself jealous, ooooh, no wonder it takes two of them to steal your heart love. Hips like honey, thick and sweet. Tell me darling, are they treating you right? If not, say the word and I’ll drop em outta the sky for you!” he smiled so huge that I busted out in laughter and hugged him outta instinct. “Careful now, once you go big you won’t want these twigs!” he said hugging me back. Tom pulled me away onto his lap as soon as he let go and Haz took my seat punching Jacobs leg hard. We finished our dinner in laughter and with a buzz we walked towards the yacht called “Home”

I did a quick sweep of the empty bungalow and looked out at the beautiful view as sun began to sink low. I snapped a quick picture and then turned for a selfie. When I lowered my hand Tom and Haz were in the doorway waiting on me. They took one last selfie with me and I think we all felt how much this place had changed us, forever. I gave them their gifts instead of waiting, it just felt right. To my surprise they had gifts of their own for me. I can’t begin to tell of all the things that were made that read King and Queen. Two Kings, one Queen for every Hat, robe, towel, shirt, hoodie, sweatpants, cup and more, they had them made together and that made my heart fuller. Haz gifted me a watch with Angel written inside it, made of real diamonds I was sure of that and it had tiny feathers carved along the wristband. He slipped it on and kissed my wrist “In case it isn’t obvious yet, your my angel y/n. You saved me from myself and the pain I’ve lived in everyday, my heart is light as a feather since meeting you and it can only mean your my angel” he said kissing me on the lips softly. Tom cleared his throat and I gave him my attention as he gifted me a bracelet made of diamonds shaped with hearts and stars with a star that dangled from it. I looked at him and before I could ask he grinned at me, scooping me up spinning us around “I wanted an M for mine mine MINE” he growled setting me down. “But I settled for the star, because you are my star y/n, you brought light to the darkest place I’ve been in for so long now and so this was perfect” Tom said kissing my lips and hugging me hard. Haz squeezed me from behind and all three of us stood in peace, embracing each other.

“Come on love birds!” Jacob said from the open window with his chin resting on his hands. He was batting his eyelashes dramatically making us laugh “If you want just stay here, lil homie will be out of gas if we keep waiting on you any longer” he smiled big at me “I named the speed boat lil homie, because ya know, it’s from the yacht home” he said cracking himself up. He started to walk away and yelled back “besides it’s not like you didn’t buy this place already right, tell it see you later not goodbye?”

“JACOB!” Tom and Haz yelled together “We haven’t told y/n yet!” Haz said covering my ears if I haven't already heard! “Huh, your such as ass!” Tom yelled as he darted out after him. “Surprise!” smiled Harrison as I stood shocked and wide eyed with a huge smile. I was speechless as he pulled my hand behind him and led us down to the sand where they all waited. Tom held out his hand helping me up and hugging me tight “Sorry love, we were going to tell you, but in a different way” he smiled against my neck. “It’s okay, I’ll pretend to be surprised when you guys tell me, just put the receipt in a box, I bet I’ll be shocked!” I laughed. Jacob put the boat in gear and Tom poured us all a glass of champagne. Harrison slid me into his embrace and we watched as our newly purchased bungalow faded away. The sun setting made the sky a beautiful orange and yellow mixed with red. But my eyes were locked on Harrisons sky blue eyes. In that moment he was all I wanted. I reached for him and Haz leaned into my face and kissed my lips softly. Tom cleared his throat as my lips parted to welcome his warm tongue that danced with mine, I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me deep and slow. He tasted like bubbly and mint. I needed more! I got lost in his Hazziness yet again as he ran a finger down my neck and over my hardening nipples. He broke our kiss and nipped my ear and slowly bit his way down my skin. His throat making noises under my growing heart rate. FUCK! I bit my lip as Tom squeezed my inner thigh and Haz kissed my hand resting it on his bulge. I squeezed him wanting to bring him back. It took a glance at Tom talking to his brothers to remind me we weren’t alone on that boat, my buzz off Haz made me forget. Harrison smiled at me as I downed my glass and helped myself to a refill. Soon enough we would be.

I started to overthink things in the way I do, as we docked the boat inside. The other three hopped out and started to carry our stuff inside the yacht. The area was lit enough where I’m sure my face was readable as Jacob yelled from the door “Hey Y/N where’s your stuff going?” I exhaled loudly as Tom and Haz looked at me in screaming silence “That's the million dollar question” I mumbled to myself shaking my head. “Let’s flip a coin, love” Tom said easing my growing anxiety. Heads it’s Hazes room or tails it’s mine” he winked. I smiled at him stopping his hand from digging in his pocket “I knew you were an ass man before you picked tails” I laughed kissing his hand still in mine. Haz got off the boat quietly in defeat and went inside quickly as Tom pulled me into his arms. “Tommy, I just meant that I didn’t need a coin to make my choice. I need to spend time with Harrison” I choked out moving my face away from his. I couldn’t take his eyes if they were going to make me feel guilty. I couldn’t help how my heart felt. “You don’t think I already knew princess?” he brought my eyes to his and he was being sincere. “I wouldn’t of stopped you back there if we were alone” he smiled “Haz needs you just as much I can tell, just don’t stay away for too long or I’ll go crazy. We have time, it’s a long way to the states from here” he kissed my head sweetly and led me inside. My stuff was left by the door so Tom picked it up with me and showed me the way to Harrisons side of the three story yacht. The inside was breathtaking as we made our way to the glass elevator and ascended to the top. I tried to take it all in. The main floor was open with a peek at what was a kitchen, a large entry way that read cinema told me where I could watch anything I wanted, I could see light coming in from the setting sun and as I looked up I could see the roof was glass. Tom carried all my bags outside Hazes door and I stood by the elevator chewing my lip as Tom got back inside it. “I’ll see you soon darling” he smiled winking at me as the glass closed. I looked back at Hazes door and took a deep breath walking towards it. I knocked gently without an answer. So I knocked harder.

Part 7 is underway and will be out Saturday/Sunday 08/04 08/05. Thank you for taking this ride with me! I got a lot of love from part 5 and that lets me know your dirty minded like me lol. Thank you to my tags who helped me put out part 6 so Harrison could have 7. Being with both of them yet separate is hard, someone tell Tom to get aboard! :) Hugz darlings! Happy reading

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ladyserendipitous · 7 years ago

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The week after the Evillustrator gave Marinette something of an ego boost. Chat Noir kept singing his praises about Marinette to Ladybug. On one hand it was a little embarrassing hearing someone talk to her about her, but it was something she was somewhat use to, if in reverse. Still she tried to not let it go to her head.

She probably would have forgotten the whole thing, had the Puppeteer incident hadn't happened soon after. Once that was over Chat Noir couldn't stop talking about how talented Marinette was for the next few patrols. "Marinette made all those dolls you know, and that's not all she can make. She makes a lot of her own clothing too!"

She wanted to know how he knew that, but she couldn't ask instead she would play clueless as he would talk to her about, well, her.

The thing was Marinette was starting to realize slowly, in steps, that Chat Noir's feelings for Ladybug was perhaps a bit, just a bit mind you, more than just companionable partnership. Marinette should have suspected when she was able to break Dark Cupid's curse, but in all honesty she just didn't want to think about it, after all HER heart belonged to another.

Chat Noir, with all his antics, with his devil may care attitude, with all his cheesy grins and boundless energy and never ending puns, was also a flirt. Except, and this was important Marinette was coming to realize as he placed her down after saving her from becoming a power up point for the Gamer. As he saluted to her and then dove off the building. As she was worried about Adrien and transformed with Tikki. Except he only flirted with two people. This realization was ticking away in her brain for hours, weeks, months.

Marinette bolted up from her bed and nearly screamed. "Chat Noir only flirts with Ladybug and Marinette!"

Nino hated to admit it, but his crush on Marinette might have delayed things. Oh, he didn't regret having a crush on Marinette. He even still had a little one. Thankfully Alya did as well so she totally got it. Whatever feelings he did or didn't have for Marinette wasn't really the point. The point was what his man Adrien thought of the girl. Because the thing was Nino knew he was fond of her. Hell Nino saw how when he wasn't directly by his bro’s side, and Chloè hadn't tried to claim him like a possession, he naturally gravitated to the girl.

Not that she noticed. For all her gushing and cooing over Adrien, she didn't see what was right in front of her. Not that Nino was going to call her out on it. He knew how weird the brain could get when you were crushing on someone hard.

The problem was Adrien was always polite with Marinette. Too polite. Nino couldn't remember for sure if he was always that way with her, but Nino feared that even though he wasn't interested in pursuing Marinette, Adrien still saw her as off limits.

Maybe, just maybe Adrien needed a push! So he tried to think of ways to help. Alya and him sometimes would try to think of ways to get Adrien to notice Marinette more, but as time went by Nino realized noticing Marinette wasn't the problem. He was the first person in the school to ask her for her autograph after the new Jagged Stone cover design went public. He was more than happy to jump at the chance to go to her home to practice with her for the gaming competition, and to help when her uncle came to visit. Heck Nino almost got them to kiss!

No, Adrien noticing Marinette was not the problem. Then Nino learned what the problem was. "Alya he's got it bad. Like not fanboy bad, like Marinette at the beginning of the school year bad!"

"If Agreste actually asks out Ladybug both my ships will sink!" Alya cried out in frustration.

"Won't be just you, babe," Nino said with a sigh.

It was with great excitement to see Ladybug release her magical ladybugs, thus bring order and healing back to Paris. They watched as Chat Noir and Ladybug fistpumped and then the cat hero took out his pole and rushing off onto the rooftops of their city. Ladybug was just about swinging her yo-yo when Alya called out. "Ladybug! Can we talk?"

Ladybug paused and looked over to see where Alya and Nino had been hiding. She placed her yo-yo back on her hip and went over to the two of them. "I don't have time for an interview," she told them even as a familiar beeping filled the air.

Alya shook her head. "No interview, just a request."

This got Ladybug's attention as she tilted her head. Alya continued. "We have a friend," Alya started.

"Adrien," Nino added in a rushed tone.

Alya glanced at Nino slightly annoyed but continued. "Adrien, you might know him even." There was only one Adrien that mattered to Marinette and she wondered what her friend was trying to tell Ladybug about the love of her life. "The thing is, he's got a crush on this really sweet and adorable girl in our class."

"Marinette," Nino added once more.

Alya tried not to huff, but failed. Ladybug was staring at Nino then Alya. That couldn't be right. Adrien didn't have a crush on her!

"The thing is," Alya continued, not noticing how hyper focused Ladybug's attention on them was now. "He's got a sorta, kinda, little crush on you." Nino coughed but said nothing. "And it's sorta blinding him to what's already in front of him."

"He's got a crush on me? Adrien, Adrien Agreste has a crush on ME?!?" Ladybug exclaimed putting her hands to her cheeks as what Nino and Alya said moments before caught up to her. Her brain hadn't quite figured out that her friends thought they were talking about two people. That her excitement might seem suspicious. All she knew was her friends were telling her that Adrien had a crush on her.

She didn't see the panic look on both their faces as they both became ashen. "No!" Alya said, holding out her hand. Ladybug blinked and lowered her hands. Did she hear them wrong? "Yes, but that's not the point. The point is..."

And Ladybug's earrings beeped again.

"Sorry, I can't stay any longer. But thank you for the information." Ladybug said quickly, realizing she'd stood around too long. She pulled her yo-yo off her hip and swung it up to the nearest building across the street.

"But Ladybug...!" Alya cried as the hero flew up. "What about Marinette," she whimpered.

Nino's eyes were to the sky where Ladybug was last seen while patting his girlfriend's back.

"We fucked up!"

There were several things that Marinette knew in life. The sun would always rise in the east, you always measure twice before cutting any fabric or yarn, and finally that Chat Noir was smitten with her on both sides of the mask.

Now the questioned posed to Marinette was, was this also true about Adrien? Not that he rose from the east, though she did think of his smile like a sunrise, but rather could it be, just possibly, that Adrien, Adrien Agreste, was possibly, even just a little bit, in love with her?

It made Marinette giggle in glee for the rest of the day. When she sat down for dinner though her good humor sobered up. What if Alya and Nino were wrong? It sorta sounded like they were trying to have Ladybug do something? Like were they trying to get her to tell Adrien to ask Marinette out?

Marinette frowned at her vegetables as she poked them with her fork. What if Adrien didn't really like Marinette, but they thought that by having Ladybug tell him to give her a chance he would? It wasn't completely crazy to think a citizen would do what one of the Heroes of Paris asked them to do unless they had a good reason not to.

Marinette didn't think Adrien disliked her or anything foolish like that. They were friends. She wasn't sure when that was a thing, but it was, and she was so so glad he was her friend. Yet, that didn't mean he liked her enough to date her. She wanted him to! Oh how she wanted him to want to go on dates with her, and hold hands and maybe, oh just maybe, kiss!

Marinette finished her dinner quickly and then helped her mother with the dishes. Once finished she then rushed up to her room. There was only one thing to do. Ask Adrien if he liked her. Thing was, Marinette just didn't have the courage to ask Adrien out. If she did, she already would have. Thus she had a different plan in mind!

Despite the midday akuma attack, Adrien was having a pretty good day. It wasn't great by any stretch of the imagination, but the school day had been pleasant, the akuma was taken care of quickly, he got to see his favorite lady in action, and finished all his homework. Bonus, his father had been at the dinner table tonight!

Yes, today was a solid 7!

Adrien would have been happy enough with that, but when he saw Ladybug swinging towards his window he knew his day just jumped to 11.

"L-ladybug! Wow, um, what, I mean, yeah, what can I do for you?" He asked once he'd opened the window.

She hung right outside and he wanted to invite her in. "Hi, I was just, um, on patrol!" Adrien didn't think she'd be on patrol this early in the evening. "And I thought I'd come by because," and at this point she tugged on a pigtail. This got Adrien a little worried, because this was not the confident Ladybug he was use to seeing. This was a lot more like the girl behind the mask. "I have a question for you!"

"A question?" Adrien asked feeling a little dumbfounded even as he tried to keep his wits together because this was his lady and sure she was visiting Adrien who she barely knew and not talking to Chat Noir, but she seemed agitated and that made Adrien think there was a problem. “For me?

Ladybug nodded. "Yes, it's about a classmate of yours. Marinette."

"Marinette?" And Adrien felt the blood from his face drain away. "Is she alright? Oh no, she hasn't be akumatized has she?"

Because why else would Ladybug be here if there was a problem. Adrien wasn't sure how Ladybug thought he could help, but if another one of his friends, especially Marinette, had been targeted by Hawk Moth he'd of course help!

"What?" Ladybug shouted in surprise. She even slid a little on her yo-yo string before latching onto it with both hands once more. "No!“

Adrien sighed heavily in relief. Two akumas in one day was always a pain. Also he was glad Marinette hadn't been akumatized. She was his only friend that hadn't and Adrien really hoped it would stay that way! "Then what's wrong?"

Ladybug huffed in annoyance. Normally Adrien found it adorable but he was still keyed up because he didn't understand why Ladybug brought up Marinette. "Nothing's wrong. I just...."

Adrien waited but his lady did not continue. "Just what?"

"This was a bad idea," Ladybug muttered mostly to herself as she looked down at the grown below. Then she looked up at him. "Just... can you tell me what you think of her?"

Adrien blinked in confusion. What was going on? Why did Ladybug want his opinion on Marinette? However Adrien never turned down an invitation to talk about his friend, and so while he still wasn't sure why Ladybug asked, he motioned for her to come in.

Ladybug looked hesitant, but came in through the window and followed Adrien to the couch. "Okay, Marinette, wow, where do I start?" Adrien glanced at Ladybug who was sitting slightly hunched forward her hands between her knees. "So she's pretty incredible. She's our class president, and is always there for anyone in class who needs them. She's just really kind, and smart too. She's quick on her feet, you know?"

Adrien found himself chuckling. "Well maybe not with her actual feet sometimes," Adrien amended as he thought about some of the spills she's had over the time he's known her. "But yeah, she's one of the sweetest people I know, and so talented!"

This brought Adrien to his feet. "Hold on," he told Ladybug as he went to his desk. Absently he wondered if Ladybug looked a bit red in the face. Should he offer her water. Adrien came back a moment later and placed a CD in Ladybug's hand. "Marinette made this. The cover that is!"

Ladybug looked at the CD for a moment then looked at Adrien. He couldn't tell what expression was on her face and that troubled Adrien enough that the smile on his face, which he didn't even realize had grown so wide, fell. "Is, is everything alright m-Ladybug?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course. Wow, look at the time," Ladybug said standing up. She then pressed the CD into Adrien's hands. "I should get going, but thank you."

"Uh, anytime?" Adrien watched Ladybug walk back to the window then paused. "Um, Adrien, one more question. Do you like Marinette?"

Adrien blinked trying to understand the question. Did he like Marinette? Of course he liked her. She was his friend and one of the most amazing people he'd ever met. However he didn't say any of that. He just opened his mouth trying to think how to answer because that didn't seem to be what she was asking. Or was she?

Before Adrien could decided if he should just say what he's thinking, Ladybug shook her head. "Nevermind. Thank you Adrien."

And she flew off before he could respond. As Adrien sunk down into his couch he thought for a moment. Ladybug looked red in the face. Yet while he wanted to try to think about why Ladybug showed up and why she seemed so flustered her question came back to him. What did he think about Marinette? He hadn't gotten a chance to tell Ladybug even half of what made Marinette so great.

Then it struck him like lightning. He could have gone on and on about how amazing and wonderful Marinette was. He could have been happy talking to Ladybug, LADYBUG, all night about Marinette. In fact he'd done so in the past. Granted she didn't know it was him talking about her.

Adrien felt like a million thoughts were then trying to lay claim to his consciousness, but he couldn't really think. What in the world had just happened?

The next morning Adrien woke up thinking for just a moment, as his dreams faded, that Marinette and Ladybug were the same person. He was very unhappy with his subconscious. Just because he had some sort of affection for Marinette didn’t mean he should think of her like Ladybug. He liked Ladybug and just comparing the two, even if it was just a dream, was unsettling. All morning Adrien groused through his routine.

The next day at school Nino felt guilty, as did Alya. Did Ladybug go talk to Adrien last night? Nino couldn't ask that question without exposing too much about his involvement in Adrien’s love life. Involvement his friend didn't know about. If Ladybug had said something what would Adrien do? If Adrien had talked to Ladybug last night shouldn’t he be over the moon? Instead as they greeted their friends some of the couples unease melted. Adrien seemed as cool as ever, if slightly agitated. Unfortunately, Marinette must have picked up on Adrien's mood too, because she seemed absolutely spooked every time she interacted with him.

Nino tried to ask Adrien what got him in such a bad mood but he claimed he just didn't sleep well. There wasn't much Nino could do to help his buddy there other than suggesting trying to take a nap during their lunch. Adrien said he would try.

While Adrien seemed a little bit like he wanted to slink down and die, at least that’s how Nino read Adrien’s very concentrated expression, he barely even acknowledged when Chloé was clinging on him. Meanwhile, Marinette seemed to have been jacked up on five Red Bulls. Nino distinctly heard Alya ask her best friend if she'd snuck an espresso that morning, but Marinette insisted she had not.

All in all it seemed the Adrinette ship had not sunk yet, but Nino still feared a storm was coming.

Adrien knew he was staring and he cursed himself each and every time he did it, but it seemed any time his mind wandered, so did his eyes. Worse was that when Marinette caught him, he didn't feel the least bit guilty. Instead he would smile at her and would only look back away only after she would smile back.

Yet as each day passed, he cursed himself less. After all, how could Adrien berate himself over enjoying time with such a sweet, fun, courageous, and really amazing girl like Marinette?

But what about Ladybug?

That did trouble Adrien, because he did love Ladybug. Heart and soul! Yet it seemed that nothing was ever going to come of that love. Not that Adrien didn't think Ladybug didn't care for him, and sure he dreamed of how things could be different without the masks and no Hawk Moth looming in the shadows. He had no issue waiting if that's all it would take.

But what then about Marinette?

Adrien wanted someone to talk to, but he couldn't talk to Nino. Nino would want to know who this other girl was! Adrien wasn't worried about any sort of bro code. After all Nino had moved on and was happy with Alya.

Plagg knew everything that Adrien was going through, but Adrien wasn't sure he wanted to try to discuss this with the centuries old kwami. He'd been usually annoyed with Adrien's love sick attitude with Ladybug. Adrien wasn't sure what his kwami would say or do with this newest development.

It was a risky move, but there was only one person Adrien could think to talk to. Ladybug herself.

"So, Ladybug, I have a question for you," Chat Noir said as they paused in their tour of the city. Patrols were a frequent enough thing that Marinette just mentally figured in the time between her other obligations, except it was as 'relaxation' time. While in her mind they were an important part of being a superhero duo, the patrols themselves were never stressful. In fact she thought of them as freeing.

"What is it?" Ladybug asked, turning a little to her partner.

"Well you see, there's this girl..." And like that Marinette didn't find this patrol very relaxing at all. "Actually there's two."

Ladybug made an utterance for Chat Noir to keep going, even while her brain was slowly going into panic mode.

“See there’s this girl, she’s in my class, and well, she’s amazing!” Marinette is sure she’s heard him say just that statement to her before, about herself, not that he knew. But he must be talking about someone new, and Marinette thinks for a moment she might be able to breathe normally again.

“She’s super creative and she’s always willing to help her friends, and we’re fairly good friends,” Chat Noir continued.

Ladybug smiled gently to her partner. “Sounds like you like her more than just a friend.”

She wasn’t sure, but she thought Chat Noir blushed. “I might. I don’t know. You see, there’s this other girl…” And this is where Marinette knew the other shoe was going to drop. “She’s also pretty amazing, and we’re good friends, and if things were different, maybe, I’d like to think she’d give me a chance?”

Ladybug slowly nodded. She knew the right thing to do. “But the first girl is a sure thing?”

“Well, I don’t know about that, but doesn’t it make me fickle if there’s another girl I like?” Chat Noir asked with a pout, which admittedly was cute.

“Not necessarily. I mean unless you do this regularly? You were talking about Marinette a lot recently and now this new girl,” Ladybug reminded him. “If you do want to ask the girl out, be sure it’s for the right reasons.”

Chat Noir nodded and was strangely quiet. She hoped she gave him good advice. Advice that would have him talk to this classmate of his.

After patrol Marinette felt like she could fall asleep as soon as she hit the pillow. As she finished her nightly routine and settled into bed her mind wandered to the conversation she had with her partner. It was good he was moving on from her. Marinette snuggled into her pillow and closed her eyes.

“No!” Marinette screeched with a start as she sat upright in bed. It was enough to cause Tikki to rise up from the pillow in alarm, hovering near Marinette’s face. “He never agreed with me! Oh no, oh no, this is terrible!”

“Marinette,” Tikki spoke trying to get her girl’s attention. “What are you talking about?”

“Chat Noir’s classmate. It’s Marinette!”

There was something that bothered Adrien as he went to school. It was clear that Ladybug thought he ought to try with Marinette. Also he didn’t know it was Marinette. But she was slightly obsessed with Marinette too.

Did Ladybug have a crush on Marinette?

It wasn’t a completely out there notion. It would explain why she seemed to act like his romantic overtures were not serious. It would explain why she called Marinette cute when she sent him to protect her from the Evillustrator. It would explain why she came to see him, Adrien, to talk about Marinette.

Actually it didn’t explain that unless she was worried he was competition.

Did he want to be competition with Ladybug? Not really. He loved her. She deserved to be happy with whoever made her happy. Yet she did seem to encourage him, even if she didn’t know it was against herself.

Adrien was more confused on what to do then before!

And then he saw her. Marinette. She looked nervous for some reason. He wondered why even as he crossed the courtyard to her. “Hey Marinette.”

Marinette turned around looking startled, her blue eyes wide and then she visibly relaxed and smiled at him. “Oh, Adrien!”

“Is everything alright,” he asked with some concern.

“Fine, yeah, everything’s peachy!” Yet she still looked around nervously.

Adrien glanced around at the various students, then looked down at her. “Okay, but if you need me for anything I’m here for you, okay?”

Marinette looked up at him and smiled and did he feel like a pile of goo at the moment. “Thanks Adrien. We should probably head to class though.”

Adrien agreed and walked with her to class. He didn’t miss how she seemed to be walking very close to him. He didn’t think, he just spoke. “Do you want to go out this Saturday? A movie? Maybe lunch?”

Marinette paused and he stopped with her, standing in front of her. Her mouth was gaped open. “Like… a date?”

He felt his cheeks heat up. “Yeah,” Adrien said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while.”

She blinked, but she didn’t seem upset, or uninterested, at least he hoped not. “You have?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, you’re amazing Marinette. You’re super creative and talented. You’re sweet and always willing to help your friends and… oh man, I’m sorry I’m embarrassing you!”

Marinette was completely red in the face now and why didn’t he think even a little bit about how he was going to come off. She opened her mouth more than once like she wanted to say something and then finally put her hands to her cheeks and looked down. He really hoped yes or no, she’d forgive him. He really really hoped she said yes!

“A-adrien… one, just one question,” she spoke quickly, though quietly as she looked back up at him. “Are you kitten me?”

“I’m not joking, I really li… wait,” Adrien paused in what he was saying, looking at the girl in front of him. Yes she was blushing hard, but she was looking at him so seriously. Like she was trying to figure out a puzzle. Like… “Ladybug!”

He had probably said that too loud with the way Marinette put her hands over his mouth. Oh man, it was Ladybug. He asked out Ladybug. Ladybug came to his house to ask him if he liked her. Ladybug heard him gushing about her over and over again.

Just, Ladybug!

Classes that day were a waste. Adrien had no idea what any of his teachers were talking about and it didn’t help there was a small pile of amazing girl sitting behind him that would start giggling at random intervals.

Nino looked confused as ever and Alya looked smug though somewhat perplexed as well. Neither him nor Marinette were coherent enough to make up something to tell their best friends and in the end, that probably worked to their advantage. Later there might be attempts to find out ‘what really happened’ but by that time would it even matter?

As Adrien counted down to Saturday, for his first date with Marinette ‘Ladybug’ Dupain-Cheng, something she said to him in between fits of happy giggles repeated in his head.

“It seems you have a type.”

Yup, Adrien had a type and her name was Marinette.

#tales of ladybug and cat noir #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #my own work #MLFanfic

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addicted-to-dc · 7 years ago

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Roy Harper/ Arsenal (YJ) X Reader- Heartstrings

Warning: It’s mostly fluff, some mentions of injuries, drug use (for medical reasons)

You were supposed to be watching a movie right now, snuggling into a blanket possibly sipping some hot drink. But no! Of course the team needed help dealing with an alien invasion. Of course you were the one to get Star City. Of course you were the one paired up with him. Roy, well the original Roy, was paired up with you by Nightwing because you’re the only person he could tolerate the most. You had briefly known him before he was cloned and replaced, but you didn't believe this was the reason why he was paired up with you. Your mentor, Hawkgirl, had to visit Star City and brought you with her. She had said that you needed to be more social with the superhero community, and it was hilarious coming from her, but you knew she was right. That was when you met the original Roy, who was very curious about your abilities. Yeah, you had wings, but you weren't a Thanagarian like Shayera was. You were just a metahuman who happened to have huge ass wings, super strength and another random ability.

“Look out!” you shouted at Roy, throwing your mace into an alien’s face.

Now that you lost your mace, multiple aliens decided it was the best time to surround you. Growling, you rose your fists, knowing that you were not going to let your mace restrict your ability to fight. Without any hesitation, you flapped your wings, allowing you to gain some height before slamming your fists into the aliens. Using your armored wings, you whacked two of the conscious eleven surrounding you, making them fly into the nearest building.

“Angel!” Roy shouted, gaining your attention and throwing the mace.

Smirking, you flew up and grabbed the mace. Screaming, you swung the mace and hit one of your opponents directly in his neck, breaking it instantly. Many of the aliens shrieked and charged, which you responded by activating the electric shock option Shayera had installed after you turned seventeen. Roy landed right beside you, his bow loaded with three arrows.

“Just like old times?” you asked, tightening the grip on your mace.

“Just like old times,” he repeated, releasing the arrows.

Letting out a battle cry that would make your mentor proud, you attacked the closest invaders, taking them down within a minute. Once every single alien was dealt with, you looked over to the ship that was descending into the city. You looked down to your mace and then back at the ship.

“I have a plan,” you informed Roy, “but you might not like it.”

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“This has to be the dumbest and smartest plan you have ever come up with,” Roy said, dangling in the sky as you flew to the ship.

“It will work,” you stated, “but we need to get to the power source so it will work.”

Roy rolled his eyes under his mask, “It’s in the middle of the ship! How are we supposed to get in there?”

“We’ll figure something out,” you said, trying to not sound hopeless.

When you finally reached the ship, you tossed Roy through an opening, waiting for him to give you the okay. After he gave you a thumbs up, you latched onto the ship and maneuvered your way through the opening, hissing slightly when your wing was cut open.

“You good?” he whispered, receiving a nod from you.

Ignoring your wing’s pain, you quietly followed Roy through the ship. It was too quiet for your liking, knowing that there is a possibility that this could be a trap. You continued to follow Roy until he stopped right in front of what looked like a door.

“Here it is,” Roy said quietly, pressing a button on his robotic hand, which activated a laser.

“That’s cool,” you said, watching him cut through the door, “and useful.”

“I know,” he grunted, pushing the cut metal out of the way. “Ladies first.”

“Such a gentleman,” you said, sliding through the newly cut door. “Well, you better cut another opening to outside, or else we’ll be stuck here to explode with the ship.”

He nodded and walked out of sight, off to find an escape route. You quickly flew to the control panel and started typing commands into it, setting the power core for self destruct. Just as you were going to input the last instructions, it shut off, electrocuting you in the process. A scream escaped from your lips as your body shook, a burning smell filling your nostrils.

“(Y/N)?” Roy asked through the comms. “(Y/N)??!!”

“I’m good,” you choked out. “I smell like fried chicken, but I’m good.”

“What happened?”

“The control panel shut itself off before I could set the core to self-destruct,” you responded, standing up and grabbing the mace from your hip. “I guess I’ll have to go with plan B.”

“Plan B? What the hell is plan B?!” he asked, shouting into the comm. “That’s it, I’m coming back.”

You sighed and activated the electric shocks in your mace, flying up so that you could see the core. Raising the mace, you threw it into the core and dove towards the hole Roy cut. Just as you landed, the core exploded and forced you to collide with a wall, rendering you unconscious.

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When you woke up, you were expecting to see bright lights and hear the sound of beeping. Well, you still heard the beeping but it was pretty dark. You felt a little woozy, but you could feel some pain coming from your wings. Groaning, you attempted to sit up, but you were gently forced down.

“Easy there,” Roy said, “you're gonna tear out your stitches.”

“Stitches?” you asked, lifting your arm up.

He laughed lightly, “Not on your arms, (Y/N), they’re mostly on your wings. The doctors also told me that you'd be out of it when you woke up.”

“I have wings? That's so cool!” you said, looking over to your wings. “When did I get these?”

Roy chuckled, “You’ve had them ever since I met you, and a couple years before that.”

“Am I cupid?” you questioned him, looking around. “Do I have a bow? That’ll be so cool.”

“No,” he said, regretting not bringing a camera, “I’m the one with the bow and arrow.”

You dozed off a bit, but then looked back over to him, “Hey, do you wannabe the bow to my arrow?”

He restrained a smile, “Why?”

“Cuz you pull my heartstrings,” you muttered sleepily. “Get it? It’s ‘cause you have a bow and you pull the string.”

You giggled and picked up his robotic hand with wide eyes, turning it in different angles to examine it while repeating ‘so cool’ until you dozed off from the pain medicine.

“Maybe when you’re not as high as a kite, I’ll tell you that you pull my heartstrings.”

#roy harper #roy harper imagine #roy harper x reader #arsenal imagine #arsenal x reader #DC comcis #dc imagine #dc comics imagine #dc #young justice x reader #young justice imagine

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ajhaniii-blog1 · 7 years ago

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Cupid's Cues. Cupid on my shoulder and he's telling me to choose, Your forever lover lonely, or lightly, you might lose. I know you too well Ajhani, and you don't take well to clues, But I promise on this one, you can't beat by binging booze. Every jet has its turbulence, ain't all calm waves on this cruise, So all your past pathetic premonitions were plugged to a ruse. You the only one I know who dreams of rainbows with no blues, But now you basically battered, all these failed loves made a bruise. You asked me for an arrow, so I'll decide how it skews. Arrow versus unarmed, this is the ballad of Cupids Cues. Cupid on my shoulder and he be telling me to pick, From these tables of targets but his arrows don't fit, At any aimed agenda, only his own time and his own ticks, Ignorant and impatient for when it'll be imminent, my mind on the fritz, 'Till he released a shot to cure, funny how now I'm lovesick. Sick of love, sick of lust, sick of rollin" em up, Sick 'em dog, sick of us, sick of pairin' a cup, Sick of doves, sick of trust, sick of doin' the dust, Sick of shrugs, sick of busts, sick of burning the butt. When it came to love I was a rainbow with many hues. Thought simply trying hard, three'd come as easy as one's and two's. But love's his own painter, infinite brushes, and you a muse. He doesn't delve into discussions and has no diligence due. Arrow versus unarmed, this is the ballad of Cupids Cues. Cupid on my shoulder and he's laughing at my balled fists. I been seeing how you doing in love, and look at this! You've been on a kill streak, got 8 on your list! And some you did kilt connections, maybe more than a kiss, But knowing you, you probably crave more than physical bliss. You glorify your insight and tips, On spiritual and physical tricks, Only experienced lacked lies on those lips, And a lone lover who's tattered tongue lusts to lick. When push comes to shove, falls collects in lists, But when push comes to love, walls connect with fists. You pushed for the doves, gulls flock to your wrist. But when one stayed above, call for an absent kiss. You're a genial man non-jubilant without his jewels. Arrow versus unarmed, this is the ballad of cupids cues. Cupid on my shoulder and it's my mental that he's mockin', And it's true, I now search for doors and waste no time knockin', As I load lonely lullabies as my keys in hopes of unlockin', Temporary homes, shooting shots, missing bullets but cockin', An empty gap, These tempting traps, I aim to fill, a gap so real, only downs are up for chalkin'. To me, temporary is only an idiom for infinities. I could live forever in these ample amenities. With memory and want the vertex and vicinities. With gargantuan gardens that could perplex Persephone. Running through rum remedies, Coping with calm chemistry, Banging, no bond Brittany, Moping to balm melodies. Flinging oneself in fetal coping methods is for fools. I tripped to new lands, amassing Ivy in jewels. Without them, how am I to rebuild with no tools? To run this system broken, with no fuel? We become monsters, slaves to devoid, ghouls. Broken hearted jockeys, walking on whipped mules. This stallion no longer has space for two. Not a whip, no longer will a hair on this mane contain a bruise, Only race is against myself, to my passions, books due. If I find a new one to love, I guess that's up to you. Arrow versus unarmed, this is the ballad of cupids cues. Cupid on my shoulder and babies have gone quiet. Arrows frozen, Bows dozin', Wings closin'. Simply a soul perplexed, results in silence. Never thought eager eater could diet, Or that one so coloured could choose how to dye it. Surprised that positives could come from riots, At the plain control of once a drunk pilot. When most love dims over, Most don't return sober. They return somber. Place ecstasy like double M's, into states calmer. With open wounds, they scramble to better the feeling. Like open tombs, séances, cling to pasts to start healing. Or gamble new loves with me, but I choose when they start dealing. They all must move away from the kisses, hearts, drinks they're stealing. No love is perfect, one must grow from the sap, But all is worth it, if lightning strikes from a tap, You must heal, grow, and go Ajhani, this pain isn't embedded in your naps.

Ajhani.

#writers on tumblr #my writing #writers #writing

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labyrinthofleah · 8 years ago

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Prom and Circumstance | Mamoru/Aiko AU fic

[So I saw this post and it stuck with me and then this fic happened in another thrilling episode of “I’ll just write a cute little drabble wait this isn’t little anymore oh no.”

Highschool Outlaws AU, go! @letstalklikefangirls @josiesparklelove ]

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>Do I have to buy you a croissant?

>You mean corsage… and it is considered traditional, so…

Aiko sighed as she read the barely-there text from her prom date. Not for the first time, she wondered how they’d been convinced to go the dance together in the first place.

…That’s right, they hadn’t been convinced. It had been more of a coercion.

Leah had been asked first by Roberto, her long-time crush, and accepted with much squealing. Said squealing had continued for a while afterward, accompanied by many pleas for Aiko to find a date, too. Aiko had rebuffed her persistent puppy dog eyes with moderate success, until…

***

Weeks ago, at lunch in the cafeteria:

“I already said I’d go with you and Josie; isn’t that enough?”

“Pleeease Aiko? It’s prom and it’ll be more fun with more people!”

“Finding a date now would just be—“

“Hey, if Josie can do it, anyone can.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? Don’t act all superior just because someone looked down long enough to spot you.”

With that one dry retort, Josie and Leah were once again engaged in friendly, ever-enthusiastic bickering. Aiko tuned them out with practiced ease, shoving her nose into her book for English Literature.

“Yo.”

She didn’t look up at first, not registering that the gruff male voice was addressing her.

“Hey. Kid.”

“Aiko!” Leah piped up, momentarily distracted from her bantering. “Mamoru’s here.”

She looked up. “Oh, uh, sorry. I was…”

She lifted the book a little for emphasis, and he shrugged. “Figured. Anyway, that’s kinda what I’m here for. Forgot what chapters we gotta read for next class.”

Aiko raised an eyebrow skeptically.

He shrugged again. “Can’t let my grade fall any more. Don’t want summer school.”

“Maybe you should have thought of that before—“

“She’ll help you if you go to prom with her,” Leah’s wheedling voice broke in.

“Wha--?”

Aiko closed her eyes and reminded herself to take three deep breaths.

Unfortunately, by the time the third breath had been exhaled slowly, Leah had somehow secured a promise of a date from Mamoru and sent him off with homework reminders copied from Aiko’s notes.

“Leah,” Aiko hissed, “I like a clean criminal record as much as the next person, but I am this close to strangling you right now because I feel like it’d still be worth it.”

The shorter girl squeaked and hid behind Josie.

“Don’t look at me,” the blonde girl protested as Aiko directed her glare at her. “You know how she is when she wants something. She won’t let go ‘til she gets it. Like a chihuahua.”

“Chihuahuas are cuter. They don’t talk and they don’t give me these tempting homicidal urges,” Aiko grumbled.

“Roberto thinks I’m adorable, thank you very much,” Leah sniffed from the safe shelter of Josie’s back.

“That’s what got me into this in the first place.”

“You’re just being stubborn,” Leah said placatingly. “Come oooonn, it’ll be fun! You and Mamoru get along great already! Um, sort of?”

“I’d rather go to prom with a chihuahua.”

***

But now, Aiko did have to admit that Mamoru was doing surprisingly well for himself. He actually remembered to ask her what color her dress was going to be, although he showed no signs of doing anything beyond what was standard.

...Unlike Roberto, who’d been dropping extremely unsubtle hints to an increasingly excited Leah. Something about a luxury hot air balloon rental, and maybe a carriage ride. Then he’d started trying to rope Takuto into doing something for Josie, too, and Aiko had once more tuned the conversation out via textbook.

She thought she heard Takuto vehemently stating he’d only consider hiring a dove release service over his “cold, dead, maggot-eaten body.”

Her phone buzzed in her pocket.

>What kinda flower do you want in the Corvette?

Well, at least he was trying.

***

The evening of prom came. Leah was over the moon waiting for Roberto to arrive, unable to sit still even though Josie and Aiko had hidden the coffee maker when they’d gotten together to do hair and makeup. She fidgeted with the straps of her red dress as Josie, hair perfectly coiffed, lounged on the couch with her phone.

“You look fine,” Aiko reassured her.

“Yeah. I mean, thanks. I’m just… nervous?” She laughed a little.

“Too late to back out now,” Josie chirped. “Besides, you have nothing to worry about. You’ve totally got this. Roberto will be eating out of your hand.”

Leah brightened. “Really?”

“Yeah. Even if I’m wrong (when am I ever wrong, though), at least you still have this!” She flashed the phone at her friend.

A handsome game character smiled up from the screen. “You’re a strange girl… but I don’t mind if you’re the one making me feel this way,” the character’s dialogue said.

Leah grabbed her faux-leather clutch, obviously ready to sling it at Josie’s head.

The doorbell rang, and the blonde blithely leapt up to answer it.

It was Roberto. His ever-ready grin grew wider as his eyes fell on Leah. “You look beautiful.”

She giggled. “You don’t look that bad, yourself.”

He really didn’t, Aiko thought. It certainly helped that their dates weren’t exactly hard on the eyes. Well, Leah and Josie’s dates, anyway. Her own, however…

Takuto was right behind Roberto. His jaw dropped a little as he saw Josie standing tall in her sparkling gown.

“Uh…” He swallowed. “You, um…”

“Look amazing? Stunning? Show-stopping? I could go on if none of those are quite right,” she said innocently.

He blushed redder than a fire hydrant, shoving a corsage at her as he mumbled, “You’re okay, I guess.”

“Oh, well thank you. You’re okay, too. I guess,” she parroted, smiling as she put on the corsage and slipped her hand through his arm.

Mamoru was the last to arrive. Aiko had predicted this, and went to pull open the door.

“Hey, here’s the man of the hour…“

She trailed off, staring.

He had not only combed, but styled his hair, and was looking extremely smart in a tux and tie. Also…

She sniffed.

…Was he wearing cologne?

He smirked, holding a corsage out to her.

“Hey to you too. Guess puttin’ that weird crap in my hair was worth it to see ya lookin’ at me like that.”

“L-like what? This is how I always look, you just…” She clamped her mouth shut and practically snatched the corsage, trying to regain her composure as she put it on.

“Heh. Not like ya to be all tongue-tied, ‘specially with me,” he drawled.

Maybe if you’d warned me before you showed up looking like… like…

”Unless this tux don’t actually look good on me.” He frowned, looking a little hurt.

That wasn’t fair.

“…No, you… actually look pretty good,” Aiko mumbled.

“Yeah?” He grinned. “Well, right back atcha, sweetheart. That fancy dress suits ya.”

He actually looked like someone she’d be proud to be seen in public with, and he’d complimented her appearance. Those homework notes must have really saved his grade.

***

At prom:

It didn’t take long for Leah, Roberto, and Josie to drag Aiko and Takuto out onto the dance floor. Mamoru had conveniently gone AWOL when the two found themselves surrounded and outnumbered. He only reappeared with a plastic cup of punch in both hands when the “Cupid Shuffle” was in full-swing.

“Love Shack” was next, and by the time “Cotton Eye Joe” rolled around Takuto clearly admitted defeat and just went along, much to Josie’s delight. Leah was apparently satisfied by Aiko completing three sacrificial dances and allowed her to beat a retreat to where Mamoru stood by the wall.

“Backin’ out so soon?” He asked, handing her the cup of punch that wasn’t nearly drained.

She shook her head and took a sip. The ice was half-melted, but after all the dancing it was more than adequate. “That was three songs too many for me.”

“Looked like ya were havin’ fun with your friends, though.”

“You could have been having fun with us,” she pointed out, pushing a stray strand of hair out of her eyes.

He smirked. “And risk spillin’ punch on this tux? It wasn’t cheap, ya know.”

Aiko sighed. “About that… Sorry about Leah. I really would have given you the notes without the whole date deal if she hadn’t gotten to you first.”

“Yeah?” Mamoru suddenly became very interested in his drink. “Thing is… Tiny actually did me a favor.”

“A what?”

“I didn’t actually… uh…”

He took a large gulp of punch.

Before she could ask him what he meant, the tempo of the music changed.

Aiko saw Roberto bow regally and hold his hand out to Leah, who took it with a big, dreamy smile. Takuto’s face glowed bright red even in the suddenly-dim lighting as he took Josie into his arms.

Then she looked back at Mamoru, who returned her gaze with an uncharacteristically serious expression.

“Here.” He plucked her almost empty cup from her grasp and tossed it in a nearby trashcan. His own cup immediately followed.

“I wasn’t done—“

He just took her hand and pulled her in the direction of the swaying couples. She found her arms looped around his neck even as his hands rested on her waist.

Nervous laughter escaped her lips. “Are we seriously—“

“Don’t wanna dance with me, sweetheart?”

His voice was low as he leaned towards her. Her laughter died. Slowly, she shook her head, and he grinned. His large, warm hands urged her to step closer. She did.

“The homework…” He murmured next to her ear. “Didn’t really need it.”

“…But what about summer school?”

“Oh, that? I lied. A little.” His smile grew. “Tiny didn’t need to do all her wheelin’ and dealin’, either.”

“Why?”

“Ya tellin’ me Lil’ Miss Straight A’s didn’t figure it out? It’s ‘cause…” He looked down at their feet, then back up at her. “I was gonna ask ya anyway. But I chickened out. Didn’t know if you’d even wanna go with me, and then Tiny said...”

The music swelled with an emotional flourish as her arms tightened around him. “Actually, I think I would have gone with you either way,” she said quietly.

Something about his smile changed; it looked softer, more genuine, and her heart somersaulted when she saw it. They stayed like that until the last gentle strains of the song segued into an up-tempo beat.

Finally, they pulled apart, and Mamoru quirked an eyebrow at her. “More punch?”

She laughed. “Definitely. And… maybe we could dance again after that? Just to the slow songs, though.”

He squeezed her hand, making her realize he’d never let go of it in the first place. “Sounds like a plan.”

BONUS EPILOGUE:

“Seems she doesn’t think Mamoru’s so bad after all,” Leah said, glancing over at her friend from the dance floor with no small amount of gloating.

“I think she should’ve gone with a chihuahua instead,” Josie muttered.

“But look how happy she is! And you didn’t exactly try to stop this from happening, so…”

“I honestly didn’t think she’d put up with him this long.” Takuto yelped, and Josie hastily loosened her sudden death-grip on his shoulders. “Oops! Sorry, Takkun.”

Leah sighed. “Josie, don’t manhandle your date just because—hey, where did Robbie go?”

Raucous laughter broke out nearby, followed by enthusiastic cheers.

“That all you got, Roberto?”

“You wish, Kenshi; I’m just warming up!”

Roberto seemed to be challenging another tall student to a dance-off. Other students had already begun to gather.

Leah let out a whoop and ran to the front of the crowd. “Show him who’s boss, Robbie!”

“You got it!” He winked showily and blew her a kiss.

Takuto mimed sticking a finger down his throat before turning to his date. “Let’s go somewhere… else…?”

Josie wasn’t there. She had somehow teleported to the front of the crowd next to Leah, joining in with the chorus of delighted screams that erupted as Kenshi pulled off his tuxedo jacket.

“Show off,” Roberto scoffed.

Kenshi grinned breezily. “Hey, it gets hot dancing.”

Turning, he scanned the spectators quickly before approaching Josie. “Sorry, would you mind holding onto this for a minute?”

“Not in the slightest.”

The jacket quickly changed hands. Takuto’s eyes narrowed as he elbowed his way to the center of the crowd to face the dance rivals.

“You’re joining in, Takkun? Awesome!” Kenshi clapped him on the back.

“A new challenger appears!” Roberto bellowed.

Josie smiled like a cat who’d just swallowed a particularly delicious canary and clutched the jacket a little closer.

“Oh,” she purred, ignoring the way Leah was side-eyeing her. “This is going to be so good.”

~*LE END*~

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