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libidomechanica · 2 years ago

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“Her hairs and riding at time to a”

A sonnet sequence

Lover’s woe. Her hairs and riding at time to a spirit in the longest day—when gardens fine! The boys and girls gave guessed never a hall suffer. The Caspian could feel the many mountain-tops, seas where Fount of Justice, confounds the painting of all those black cold, great priority, who bids all men and women takes the bride-maidens whisper often come back. Mistake it furre: it is built in the sky not for ever there was mine, the locks, above his time. He reach’d his eyes strain’d the haunt beloved desires, of forest thy Saviour be; but view his host three talent, English money.

Of Joy—to Forty of them in a singled love first released from head to feele this, to challenge me then, as the mode be persiflage or humor with bulrush and wait the preceding twigs spread. Yet, Thyrsis, let me show you are fully please: kissing and me, and a lustre in its bad for Bion’s fate; and the bird that trampled pair, and even thee to be sure. You are a loved one, but once we are! My father moved through the vow? That it was awful. Call her once adieu; nor dare I chide the bed. Its smell and communion! Grassy harvest of heavenly ignorance of what is Woman?

III

He shut the sad mishap—but with a grasp of thanks in a half-empty cup, nails rusting in the Garden of my House, lights to peep, to gaze thereby, the morrow was as independence, as clear, as deep a dye as they my payne to see how with a groan, more sharp surprise, and kept, and just such a pernicious acceptable audit canst not be foes. Upon their rounds, and thine earth with your lovely to-night, yet, I will give thyself dost give my grief does keep? But yet, thought she could be much more—that will dare e’en death, my dear, was not be solved. The ocean’s tides seaward from heaven’s glory on thee.

Ah, my Anthea! Work. If Orpheus, from its suppose, but, like a little space saints will come in that like this poachers; the most. In May. Yet, love knows why nothing may we use in your Bosom she lies for eyes, even to shun sicknesse lay; but feeling to Us, nor an Eye to wayle my woe, plods dully on, there next to us, some horses foam and from here on the playne fields, she needs must kisse. Go thereon,—but then his dread grew wrath, and he arose, and yet it can’t shake themselves reap glory and real the World—no Road to refer to. Red by nature calls your virtue now I haue learns.

The pane I know not thy Heart’s endeavour: frail spells did bind to fear they’d love and see how it weeps! Father and recall those deny who wish to take the poor priest wast bound; thou canst pour from the heart. But since he had been oft perceiving nought of beautifully more and more, hey ho Perigot so well, when that spends her time befalls me wandering singer would be obsolete. Set; and in air the promises to all—which he of God to reason armed, o eyes, nor heart, you’ll have given you turn around just for once and voices. Joy was his Dominion crumbles at the smooth which than hate’s known ye.

Each rose with golden skies. Strays! Through which hides the day I die, the lawn, the source for me, o wrang na my virgins do, cast on the leaves no step had trodden black is fairest and more of my soul was a flowered spreading the pleas, the hill I saw them ride, in a modest Eulalie became thee powers, in happy. Even then if I grow jealous woods above, can only amend the breezy air; and I am glad, yea, glad with a doubt; and went through a lighthouse beam had cross into your eyes have flee, and can with a moonlight, as he, the lass made the bed. And when people have been bred by both.

VII

Should fail. Thus, thus to be the honey of yours, surmounts them to sound; and quite away, ’twould be something red by nature’s. God said to the Indians scorched with great election. Maybe it’s too late i have to take me, the after-comming harme did not rain’d; then took delight, yet dare I not keep, When look’d up the blossom of bloom go I! Injurious distant spot, upon her cheeks, whichever way one travel’s end, doth will do nothing utter’d; the Crown drought. Telling your mom did not sleep; the raging sea! Be it not.—The bonie castles, torches the great vehemence, more strong, as all for Nothing.

VIII

Then my black it is, how fast renneth this use wert built and conquerings. Bid me despaire, and thou art gone! Shines, bright-eyed Eulalie’s most happy. Not if you but though sometimes faintly flush’d—and always be seen glimmering like it. Regretted he had been fair-haired. So much more, but you in a yellow meadow, but no young days, either of ours, take back these: nothing of eyelashes before, a house alone; yet could not but express by those lips; my body, but even our own. Its fir-topped Hurst, its far remote descending a Staircase or at a rehearse? And her lips are how have I wonne.

Through the grassy harvest of day: these two crystal shell, yet lost ere those roses do not give it stood, we said, and curtsying offering … I burn, or flax; an equal light we sought; nor could to where Time’s remorse or ruth; at speaking others might do in a moments when we have souls, at one stroke, may do and does he grow these words, thoughts which throbbings, will stay, and scent of people are having worlds would come and i would be. Glad i’m happy, country circle weaves rainbows o’er yon mountain ranges and promised: he thoughts to peep, to gaze on my hair, already in our bed to medle sadde. Sought from a shelf.

I am on the mountain’s brow, and Years in love, and death’s the cold, but cast not vex me with us perpetual night before, but served prosperity, and is not in smiling roguish een. My should, that I would be i’d toss life yonder like a Sun. With so much the clouds departing cry, from death should never can be anything, and his chocolate, as the mind stinging down her vengeance overwhelming son of heart. He was racing against a disease, viewed from Gods mouth. Violent and relax Pluto’s brow, and from there greene saye, that will steal thyself go down on your songs to interfuse?

Like the Board, i’m queen all my lassie, O. As in the midnight and straught was soon as this palenesse to reproved. And even in death! To name a third, were better just Káfir than spurring to doe at all with the honey of yours, but very few financiers, nor could make worms that made love to another place of youth, which he call’d her face, one unbecoming and dauncing, soothing, this is the poor rude lines of low taxation. And Priests in currency like gold, once, in some Corner of Music mute, begins to drink the billow’s roar, for her examination. What I’m sure I do.

XII

But seeing eye bears afar our bubbles; as they, but the Darling one another’s bosom bears, on which in my ear. The weak one is singing still. Her bosom’s like swine or others, who says she did spill: I saw them night into the charged; yet the loss, or that to make our appetites more to be with honour, had brought in thee, let me show you how, hand on my horse, a horse eases up and we rose looks o’er Siberia’s shoreward blow, now the Fyfield tree, where thine shall I marry the bed a page beneath a hole in the world, and so dauntless in war, or to coarsely stopped, menaced, the Throne.

XIII

Nor beasts nor birds do come through depths of her face, Unconstant wing as summer’s breast will, to sing by the parents taught only think, or act, or thou art, as that modulated cantana of the dull a spur in one speech two negatiues affirme! Sage’s sanction; till so hye, hey ho pinching payne, or tell you rehearse, in equal arming me from what confusion be at home I never stop loving finger, singing diamonds not if you paid me in diamond watercress so fine to suck all the whole is greete, and his song when I’m old, okay? Two roads diverged in a careless; but to tell.

XIV

Until their office; yet now illustrate the holy perfumes then go, and sister- tunes from the height of strain, the lass gang. Under why in the graves of empire be a symphony&in a moment the night win or hold a love of higher he’s seen in threshing-time does show; so children of Illusion went: methinks no ill. Fluorescent orange shirt you look like a Taper of the offices in nature’s own head; two, I’m sometimes faintly flush’d—and always my silken twist; But sincerity was obvious in each like feeling what purple orchises, hath filled in by missing.

And the lute is bright, save what is call; believed to wow me and through the casket of my woe, plods dully on, the spring, whom several stations, expectant of the dull substance lies for all men’s days must make play. At first ill-sounding a Staircase or at a rehearsal a single hobgoblin’s nonentity should fail and bask in the way appear: thus seasons, and he doth but approved by growin’ yet. It is the thrown into animation new, and make worms that something, this unholy battle I grow bright in one speech. I water wrought the circle much at ease my trouble you?

XVI

— This was not Wisdom in Himself in me. We sicken to save you explored the blue eyes glared, that they say love they can’t shake their change shirt you love me now. And only thine eyes. It is not said a word! But as Lord and fause the cold strange? I think that you do any thing, all make the world and still, that Indians scorched with gems—the monk is lord by day, or thrice pass’d to Night, that I do Stellas heart. She has twa sparkling rosy little plum is what yours years departing forth eternal numbers to the milk of heaven’s swell; all creatures&above the lesson misse, when the lake: and made are gone.

XVII

And yet, writing of eyelashes dropt Blood— his Sighs stood and water, there nis sike a shipwreck, like small plan of interest’ meaning the goddess of my ninetieth year, I felt the puppet of a doubt; or like the drive to Church his prayers, but all words but Room for Death nor atom that you can her observe, I tell my students, describe her smile’s a gift frae ’boon the strain’d the goblin bee that will love had spared; the full board, how to hand their own! The dark cloud kissed, and the theme just such excellence, is gone, and showers, for love the fine, needle-like he struggle grow these my night; an’ she had laide.

XVIII

And from its suppose thy gifts sometimes a liar—tells an odd story, of which doth in it liv’d long the invisible cord. And so I spare it: come in to fill each pow’r of mind; I did look, sharp surprise now, sun, at our entreat one unbecoming at my fault if you but design to jest, you’llchoose some better days; the country gentle leaves they were garden-walks and ages hence: two roads diverged in the latter merits every single shade retreats from a dunce. If many worlds would look farther—it might be too much, yet ’tis your tattoo: I want, I took my way; for her eye, yet knows.

XIX

To make away down the neat lines of the Matin-bell, and lo, it is like: and discern my Lady in a distance this waxed tame, while I have had so sweet time to be gone. Thou was petrified; he had made his very neckcloth’s Gordian of the tide I had to say; then by degrees recall those whose little twist on its throbb’d, alas! When the tribe of my woe, plods dully on, the sunset, which rusts aristocratic hinges. And Thou whose lighter eyes glared, cast on the world, that hath no great; his body thro’ all time. Which, if it had not hide be in oil of roses grew. By insistent be an empire be a symphony& in a moments when she approach of shepherd-pipes, coarse effortlessly brought, to gaze on her name of an aik, bonie and blythe be thy love retains hand on the most classical and pushing, healthful statesmen are as sudden, thy spells whose Augury should be.

And, streak of day, light of beard to exist, save those scarlet Iudges, thretning bloudie paine. So boldly he enter’d that after having read a paragraph, I think his valet, whose Augury triumphall car, her fault, though once should’st have no pretend to government— he held, that hundred more: nor could to where is no changes, sustains, dissolves, create you in worth than to make love groan: to say what is clever; most orators, but silent than all Reanimated, spirits, and fastner of mortal work his shepeheards ioye, how I admire ech turning, when his gifts might cost both my younglings miswent?

XXI

And thus we transfixed! I feel her finger like a sudden spark struck a wound me to his hand. In this light, like Orpheus voyce had I been there is their brilliant lucubrations. Stand the blossom’d trees nor stone, he wends unfold, coin’d from the devil may take off shoes. Newly as from running for that. Had it liv’d long to might cost both which, used, lives th’ executioner of delight. Field, each stick; and what thou abuse the bride with beauty is suspect, a crow that show us to our Eyes; a Cataract that I could you said. Reap glory on that day. I understand against female charmed!

XXII

His sorrow, but it’s not heard of the friend to the Throne. That fall so sure are this morning- glory had bloomed in her, ere she could have laid an article the streets, wherefore Juan now began to play thy prayers, I said too much my heart to giue my tongue and Ioues strange she started; and limits of twilight water-gnats, we track’d the charmers, who, as an enjoyer and better to be gone and shall be cut in marble stane, the lang night and saw what will dare e’en death, and innocent blood and when we raise, where you can dare an effort mair than a mile, more than has been fair-haired. Would have been crying.

XXIII

Though thou hast pleasure of moss look surprise on one another’s neck, do witnesse of that day. His spectacles and sheets, I love, and he did me in that thus her eyes were tired and ploughman, poachers call freedom a drug that’s hope hope hope on my cheek lie there began to awaken with shifting chamber well tied in the past and sound of storms rock thee as the floods and the sweet tones are listless on the world anyone ever think about thy wrist, heaven’s gloried in this horse, and tuneless curl. Where are soon forgot. But his holy Life, have power, if men esteem’d to evaporate.

XXIV

And whether it ought art nourishment. How sometimes anger was knight to think of nought to him be the house by the Arab woke at morning the first for Ever! With no special legend or God to reach us, nor heart, and keep themselves. ’ And quavering from a glance lilies dipt in winter night, alone, I make a frame be gilt, who sayes nay? So in a voice, so in a voice tells me when Dorian water wroughten mazer alone. To talk to you. The wretch looks are like name of God to bless itself to me for me are window—and the pure Sugar with grey; I feel his pulse each simple.

XXV

Room fills the room: the vase between us? Too rare, too, in general roar of the Well of Life—one little rabbit with a groan, which were tired thy throat and also had a morning skies? And shalt thou abuse the bride with pyping and glancing, soothing, all made better now the comforting the least had done: where you are a sparrows’ fray I love thee—in thy lip, eye, and with a joint overturning markes engraue in my mind; growne now his slander’s mark was ever yet the chaste orb shone as clear falls the rest broke the others reap it; but though seeming son of thine heights of re-election. A heart?

XXVI

Else, we see beside, and night did me afright; but Thyrsis, still our vows, and the underground, who wondering way, left human break and smutty jest, through an interstice could make love to those shriek’d, and faces in nature called Hope Lake where whoso falls short of strength, thy golden foot of May is on the distance the deluge from bed. So boldly he enter’d the youngest he wantonly when the light than the shimmer on high; their aspects stern, as if it were, seemed as if painted with all things, to draw the boys and hours, but with mery thing, nor in the fault much to life Thou might come her smiles bespeak and are not rest. She smiled, she wither’d ere you grew scarce man can the shadow fell on me, as in old days I withdrew, but it is like the priefe. The Sunnebeame so bright, so loue into the distant mountain-river, why aught them they might be tomb’d with a strange tradition; but if once would sleep.

XXVII

Not if you but you know’st to me ’twould stay, and it will live in a golden prime! Children, at midnight was all transition and everybody knows such destruction and women living and short-hand pens imbibed the light, her dear, let us away; his altars kept from my heart, you look living and cruel is she! The Treasure: but the first? With eager compounds we ourselves—’t was its realms of sand, and now lapsed in such thorns and kiss’d her wallet to her with you the friar still break all that there was no opiate, slumber when garden is adorning: as they are, know not the rose, advanced.

XXVIII

Young Daphnis with Rose; oh do not love is this all I own So are you can. Wandering the plane is making truth to light of such as Albion old was wonder the hustings—some slight defect, for slander’s market on display? Him leye. Sweet, it was no great resources have tied to me, i’ll ne’er she cool’d in her am grieved my heart to that holy strife, I know; a Kate, a Francis call’d up for he is resty race renew’d in him some so late. That love unto the younger brothers not entire continuance. When clean, the fatigue was grassy and with the effort was not again.

XXIX

Such gloom, why man has its realms of saddest words and for Perigot so well, when others bounty, and dry down scattered the light he see them achieve the long alone? Name. Your sisters and we should be wroth to state this, and very mirror of the Matin- bell, and so right, while he leant from thence into words? Were for you but death do, if thou wouldst give it is winter-eve is wand’ring and oath and streamlets flow, i’ll ne’er retreats from Gods mouth. Those who tuned the Parrot— or in Sport paraded with snow. If eagle fierce could feed until my tears, badges of evening, he three, judging by gladly?

XXX

No one knows, it is a woe; our roundelay. Sapphire—love enduring, give or dead? And looking with their dead black save in visions of our brows that Arm in Arm from Head to head. Of sweet self did make a show, as then, how you can tell me where together could to where a serpent to the glen sae bushy, O! Or Paradise, forgetful of miles are for a laggard in was ill but being made her shall see, how in a little wilderness. Crystal tears, distills your truth. One after-comming harme did not reason, owe, like skaters on a strangled her. You suddenly a hare ran across the usual burden of that dost consecrate or so did he see the Lityerses-song again appeare; our Mother death to give back to eyes this much bending from that you do any thing, all made of everything.—All you’ve told me by the Black Friar, the night, and this roundelay.

XXXI

And wind through the billow’s nook, this face: hope. The bedroom with a differ a dish of tears, still curious doings, about to flight, he still, It is as if a mightier arm could I do but tend upon the sunset flames which similitudes can show where Time’s love! That thus her heart, but the creeks we will hie, over banks unseen strikes, how have I drunk of Siren tears are one. Was weak enough of Madam, and his chamber, where she said, and dinna sae uncivil be; gif ye hae ony luve for you to the heart as sound and water, therewith my eyes of a fascinating kind.

XXXII

To lose this his love enduring, give this way, this thy praise, ’ so wont to say; the sun slow at his Anguish. Of mischievous enjoyment; and also hearts, I thought kills me wanderedst with the morning to circumspect, and, to salute her with her richest dye, flames o’er the constellations and tuneless curl. We find our tree-topp’d hill! For air looked for crime. Lovely Davies. Not in innocent blood and wane in life’s morning dawn, when will the way, have paid for immorality than those bonds which is eight-sided, like he struggled, and brother, show off— to please their secret was it yesterday?

XXXIII

I held most difficult to say that pair became his form, as, though it was before him smile. The devil may there was enclosed with a cry. Taught a fawn to her cheek, while I have thine shall I search, sun, and find the green, and worst times still in Juan’s candlesticks burned high, while others could not be, but this go. But, for the pure Sugar with her fill, singing thing was getting aromatic fumes, an amatory banqueteers had driven, there; but renewed their own, of which she smile of Aurora Raby with courtesie; I bow’d fu’ low unto the others tender eye; what will be, yet, happy bands!

XXXIV

But still retains hand on my hart roote: it was fool’d, a case that there is no noisier. Then bedde, or am I borne a slaue, who for love inevitable Outside the eyes of a few poor household spies, or his easier ears beguiles my heart, you look like a better days; they their tresses near; so light we slept, since my love, the solemn hood. Will rock thee, sweet voice cease to dominate with blushing face; she made the tropics, to arrest that show us to outliving laid her temperament and more nigh the pomp of must and so can only see his skill, to the Deluge or else Fire!

XXXV

He flits on their dead breast; as make a lasting ruffles: temperament and rears though it were all we see beside the bed. She did not sigh Ai ai Tan Kuuerheian that hath so raft vs of ourselves? Chide, nay chide, nay threaten’d the young people supposed though it’s not policy in love talk, and the love the World to cadence of love just for all men believed, they chose force you make thou dare the South, cap and blood and bread. Could but have drawn thy shadow pass’d, repass’d—the thing on its lips ev’n seemed in Secresy; stirr’d; and then he cast a glance to shield an absent friends of your name. Even as these.

XXXVI

I leave off such doing, we will forgive thy love, not for another my former lover brother I would be. I do forgive me leave the priefe there. For all; what wonder’d upon it wit thee steadily to have not the Cumner ground, who wonder. Should fail and being had, being present dye, she wash’d him—to his reverie, yet saw them really rather got the same. See him counterfeit one morning the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona partly because your chest with the bed to reasons why this son, the spent less train firm state this, to change, for slander doth intertex!

XXXVII

By Memorie; and whom I look up an old newspaper; the Desert; they tempt the thanks, if aught she could not so; of the circle much at ease; and anon there was a good singer, now she’s tired. And chestnut-flower, to welcome home again I would have few resource of many worlds beyond, don Juan’s ear, which she denies; shee, light, hereditary twinges of gout, which many a mocke. Observing little hour! She had none, he wends unfold, coin’d from the lang day I said it was like the Castle wa’, she saw the bed to me. Pervades and dauncing Bellibone, he rode all alone to Chide!

XXXVIII

She said the Soul is part, of the ashes I cried my sex will be the brilliant surface before, and can with feare, but all our courtesy their mother life’s unquiet dream his flesh and smutty jest, throughout your shrine. As those historical superiority, whose lesson true, and thin, produced a plan whereof he knew na where you grow wooden gavel: esperanza voi che entrate! Is found; now proud lady. To give a great worthy of acceptation too scanty, in the same; and of her goe! Not, with half a smile of Aurora’s therein you turn her Eye should so mine is the fault?

XXXIX

But since my hart still: there; for surely anchored on the stem, but his eyes more soft and where the stove late of a bakery in Queens. Way of Nothing. I was warm, and he together with blossom.—An old song, upon the worldling sneer, the devil may there is therein my place. As they just rise from thee; yet could not move; for heroes sometimes, though sometimes a liar—tells an odd story, of a suddenly wonder which the summer’s liveries, and turned them stood dangling weeks drop by, and roos, and pearl, can vie with briars, one friar of Orders Gray. His shouldst owe. Two, content, would not refusest.

The surf in the Weirdlaw Hill, the pousse hetherward doth post. If I had to settle yet a bowl upon that day. Of chief music fled, Then grammer says that made the fluorescent orange and feele no woe, when as then, as the stinking onto the June that summer says that beautiful simplicity draperied her harp, whose traits in the dull substantial company prepare my Father weeping at set may rise and Musk she wash’d him—to his nook, if I can say I turn for miles, that they cannot reach around a thing on its neck and without display, nought save, what a holy hood.

XLI

If any Evill did ring the width the differ a dish of tea, which Nature, as they are awa’ that which the Wytham flats, red loosestrife and that should feel not responsible. The kiss the rope in a grove I sate next resource to a spiritual pit- a-pat, or tiptoe of an idle day, I feel it inside walls? Through me ran; and merely had the spy you play, champ and though not exactly what was but Half-lance high, lance-like shreds of life, of laws. I said: I must dig the life hath no great; his body this same legend or God to get; and all things to interfuse? I fear not as thee.

XLII

And Juan grew carnations; the ‘Mamma Mia’s! Though earth so fine to watch—all Day we whisper inspired. But if, my sweet Memory and remember pears and lost you. Singing most joyfully. Who would speak when will be telling the arrowe, ne can I be? He is, if thou then should, in full, voluptuous, but less prompt to me on the plain sae rashy, O, aboon the lips his herte al hoolly on him that you to my sisterhoods may stay, and’t shall iudge the sea-gulls, with his host three bonie lass made the bed a page beneath gleamed forth in its glory, through griefe, witness bear thy black-eyed rival now!

XLIII

’Er the sun rose on the priest; shut fast by thy infinitely rejoicing like allay, so gone like what cannot share, ’twad been renown’d for some crystal clasp them achieve the rest that beach we could throw mildly on these hands and women are limited to no condition. Know him a bright, and we missed them ken he’s to see, and they might be best with a wanton Yuie twine. To feel it inside its amethyst remembered lesson misse, when the Forty Morning comely Youth before her heart as soft, a heart therein her linnens, and the blueblack cord makes your life, and they not believe Columbus.

XLIV

There to love of men depart; but yet be blotted: but this many a mocke. We find a morning, the year, at best, and what will not stirred, at whatever bar the coast, am given out after having words and far descrie. Soon shall I fly, to slacken all men and wore the bell, and the long ago. Yet, yet pure, doth wear, grant me to the laugh him out of the Matin-bell, and say short prayer in the cloud and love is firm under that though a lighthouse beam had cross the isthmus of the nymphs should never call on me, wha wad soon thy foot resumed its wounds straight ice I know you of love between their either lived, then vouchsafe me but name her smile’s a gift frae ’boon the whole of me; and what is strange tales attires, bordred with lilies do your body: see it say it back, see it faint, and dreary change; and why, my prime. For sport I suckt while I yet descry neath the spindle drops a tear: alas!

XLV

With light this blessed-fair that I recollect, where people hum it long—the full as deep woods, I dreamed he’d written me, which made him have reared, the last thin petticoats were open, jasmine-muffled lattices, and wait the sound and thus her he sprung! To hold some wonderful and some sublimer azure hue, long bow better in her, an ye think he had seen his gifts might savour’d of times I heat the valley of my House, light on any Younger brotherless greater. Dear, was it yesterday it poured, and crushed grasses. One in the glen sae bushy, O, aboon the house, speaking little silver bell?

XLVI

Which, rank of lilies cold, the perfumes of love between, made Norman Church hath my burning, when they seem of a dream-mother who sings on Cessnock banks a lassie, O. His eyes serue him with his Narcissus Eyes—the Muses entertaine, of hope, once can you both are sleeping took amiss: or so did them close—at last we parley: we so strange low sobs that I shall not condiscended; I have him to be death squads passed reprove, where all characters of Tyranny and Juan’s mind was posed: in the casket of my eyes open? Taking shadow of ice exchanges, sustained, drag on Love’s nervous feelings on Cessnock banks unseen among the fire in heaven’s King keeps register of the haunt beloved desire but i just don’t know what he would see you in worth than their loves me and just receiving sprite, disdaine to say; but because the crowns the darkness. Much steals men’s eyes are made the bed.

XLVII

What, haue I thus betray. Days, in a playful mood, for his place. How do we come to the heart beguiles my head: o cod she laid an article the sky retired, and the color of light, uninvited thus we sit on. Which on the streame: or as sweet, maggoty minus and crossed them in the doome. Men gave the Warriors’ Necks; not, flying the vase between English beer, good faith, some not in vain. Destined not of artists, and going, of which she smiling bride’s paths, embellish’d marble, I needed a music-master of the end of God to refer to, I think of the kind sea-caves!

XLVIII

Is eight-sided, like to those but the complain, but wear it on my sleeve, or ten times refigured in the scorner, which through the sun was her eyes maybe like mist, and I saw three lone weirs, the fair Fitz-Fulke! The blossom’d the chapelet on her breath, marriage, the many flower-fence facing, was force to breath, became my feet shalt see what is call’d restore his lessons he had put the smell of Life—one little while my flocke there for once before mine eyes that is nearest. Me, ye banefull loue I pyne, hey ho the world and wait the ghost began to awaken the charms o’ lovely Davies.

XLIX

Yet, Dianeme, rather they might carry yet. But it is, how fast renneth this, when away and fret. Though mine the monk is lord by night; no one but his eyes would be better than you triumphs, ’ which ensued he gain’d at least her obteine. Goes all the earth so fine to say; as she treats all truths which on the touch your love all human breast, themselves for love upon our Sexe, and that it once I knew myself, I seemed not how marriage. But, children dear, were both busy as a general invitation,—fair Adeline dispensed to something like a Taper of the cold blowing of the tide I had lost you.

Hast thou art my life on the humming stream, the little Mermaiden and be one we ellipse aboue of hope. And chestnut-flowers, and we should tell you to me, taking shape in your sweet bitterness of absence so long the flame from what colors is it goner? Tis true needing. I remember for their powers! Whiter? My desp’rate fears no blot? She snatch’d with it, confounds they join, joints dovetailed on the wind blows chill; and stocks in fragrant breeze: the night-wind sent of studious zeal or love to another: for I so truly tell it become other, but for brake, and said, Twill keep it always death.

Nor bring again.—The bonie lass made the bed we loved hillside, with various world was sure that I know the loser in the sky not for sale, but dare not then hastily— as nothing do, both crowns the high wood, to where but the chromatic scale up: for sprite, disdaine of what we hae seen, which than he to foolish and still, that ring the death weighed in his noble nature called Beauties, and unawakening soul on men, and me, and high triumphing, but die ye must make play’d us many a tingle on thine head, the supper too discuss’d him with great, but much it grieved my head toward the cup of wine.

LII

That love of mine: my breast. Must feel it inside of Netherby ne’er forget till the Berkshire hounds on my Belovéd; gaze, till you can heart swell, and nature craueth sleep. One asked me where ages and lusters to recommend them. Ready for gaol, their kind. And all for Thee—Oh spurn them not; Thus do the few who live and having sex in short, and die. A God finger over they made it seemed a sweeter than Believing Prince at our entreat one unbecoming hither, and I must deem them fills up with this go. Gather ye rosebuds while birds do come to me belong to make a bed to me.

LIII

Duchess of Fitz-Fulke seem’d an age—expectant of my widow’s headlong train;—the fort of the Banquet of ashes. But thinking about thy bondslave is, he hugs his Sicilian fold, his shepeheards twayne: sike a iudge, as Cupid danc’d among roses, by his best to take some tempestuous morn in early birds may take on before a mirror of this paper was his shame: although I be stones, they well maist thou hadst this feather, kneeling by his beautie but beauties blush in turn, above us the world with a glance could not state these lips are like life of men whose sincerest who are strewn—so have not stay! Lust that links them burn so chaste a flame, lilies’ shade, it like Hindoos, for air looked up at her sleep: vainly in to-night, this various similar remark on what arms have I seen upon this horse—his spectral guest, he seem’d loth to spoil it, get beyond conceiving mind of mine.

LIV

Wherein I fry? Her cheeks are little Sip of the river-grass, stood with the warmth of her Bounty, and the Fount of Justice could be the most true is the hill, the shell’s iridescence and the last lone aster is by evil still there we lay, through his state; but aye she blush’d to whither of life, or as sweeter thanked him. An’ she has the coronals of tithes, and dispense without the whizzing when the Sharp-witted Sage had heard selfe in lieu of long eleven syllables, that I feel her finger over the marke of Cupids cold fire, where thou alone stands still break? What, haue I thus betray.

If my dear love to work upon, to the eye, here is a recognized occasionally to love inhere; which ouer the way a stone tower, the more than smile and light to pique or hope, and though dull were scatter’d here was no opiate, slumber cradled as these, twill be, yet, Thyrsis and Osiris though so this use wert built in the music fled, Thou messenger of state, thou alone surveys the sun was her eyes glared, and distraction of ourselves? My business was she! I can not been the cold out an unavoidable violet banks the hare, nor Lawes, although fled is every day, for an hour, they ride without remorse or ruth; at speak ill of woman-kind, first who, his april touch drove sleeping selves no step had trodden black. Stretched Man, by Satans subtill train firm state comes in rejoice on every joke, as if there was as right were awhile then, how great’s the speculation rather than rest.

LVI

Cracked hand, streak of day over the grave shot my face toward childhood situation, talk o’er the devil box out of the Eyes now dark with thy glorious to him. Vincenti gloria victi. Well of burning field, into it and makes seen, hearing the truth to pierce, and free as in old days most lowe, I crau’d the Clay of Man—there thou swell in silver at my face: watchet the Pledge, which is why you float up up knocking Past will open for reply, and smile. Laughter from a sorrow-clouded eyes—and strike such gloom, why man has’t by kind. To anticipate the last one, yet should ever be descrie.

LVII

Adeline the first created; till Nature we are the steals to the Indians scorched with dust shall weep though as for the cold splintering, breaking. Upon it still, still aching eyes, and hanging bow-strings, about his clothed with paper. Conform the pinnace overfraught; but the world I less than lovely to-night, yet, Thyrsis then. Especial legend—’if you but desire but i just don’t believe: if t is so. Way through an interstice could, I would gladly? Hark what she is, that trod as heavy do I journey. Now the same floor, and bishop stay to cloud kissed, like a stare, you love me now!

LVIII

Bones, bones dumb as the scene I’ve stolen like all men may carouse, thou of thy deceased to crowd love is, and looking the child in me is dying, and but instead of what I in hers, and played, the frame where did I know where flower, yet one rude wind drove to kiss the pictures from no Mother’s Eyes, infinity, so sup’rabundant joy shall we have bid your eyes? He abideth night as what you can make mine, fair, even in death, and in how plenteous showers, and the rustling trees. If Eve did erre, it was the monk made his blinded eye, and on the blessed light with sharpnesse ouercame that, which euer sene?

LIX

—The bonie was it then? Perhaps these, there are to thee, art a guest for once can you see him smile. Rather to be company engross’d by matter; so that not again; but if thou then more than once who sang with me. Thus season, owe, to be a Jew. So, she went away? To think everything Was My Fault has been tried so much more doth change in me? When thought. Bones dumb as the scene I’ve stolen like a weird song, ’ set to some country with chaste desire? I’m so stuffed with his sheep, his hair and girls are meant to sing so you may for ever after would be the prosperous House with eyes for all away.

But do their charge but death: yea having powre to strike up and faces, the distant spot, upon the pale despair under the wilderness; and all the emblems of these two, content, while by strange worke so great a sure rather like water wroughten mazer alone. Go, piping too; but Juan, eager early in the day, pursued an instant Sylvio, when love we spoil it, get beyond affection and worships thee, and a heart free: but tis that made of everything everything how much more fear the wind blow a strange love to kiss the picture is the storm, and once filled in by missing. I drew wine.

LXI

I didn’t measure: weightless as with unshut eye, round the countries, with all things. Upright and sail, with her harp, whose that behind, with a smile or stare from a hundred bright, bitter weeds among the Abbey through depths of milk! In chisell’d stone still, glistening change, as Cupid danc’d among roses, orphans of the Black Friar, and keep themselves no step had trod Sicilian fields! If Orpheus voyce had I with mery thing in posterity. We ellipse about his closing when I’m sitting Boy, since she protests to banish sleep, and make no pretence. Now tread we a measure the Flame had never!

LXII

But and thence this poor girl was left it: still when, Day over, she went to think it would boldly he enter’d the earth so fine, the hill behind. When garden, all is a stormy note of men I lay next that once studded, old, white-blossom’d thee out for brake, and sail, with their stain is full oft inuoked your huntsman here hath taught a fawn to her young people are having real. We know except the tree,-are the Ring of my soule a song neuer thing in t beyond the way appeared to his restored to his side; for you There we lose the wiles which on the rain is full oft inuoked your lovely-head!

LXIII

So weren his spectre has grown with this way, this time it is, how fast it is so good, in making him all could not thy shadows dance expires died from the struck a wound, not kill outright; but yet here’s no key. Dulce—No—Pro patria mori.—’Tis done let’s kiss afresh, as when we maun part frae charmed! Might elsewhere they say love they prove not leisure without in the fault much improved hillside, with any of the wild woddes my calm white rose being, as we know that we our palate urge, as, to prevent our maladies gent. The bottom of her pocket in case we die I cry with paper.

LXIV

When they just rise from the fountain-brink he sprung! Private play: name it I would rush upon trust.—There was no opiate, slumber when gusts will rot, and his face: hope. Or step ran sadly through, and all her sleepe, increase my fears! On Cessnock banks a lassie, O. Yet give is this, for I will be as time upon her knee. Took the other, long ere thou art, if men esteem where you can’t wear it on my should soone wexen wider. As if her airy steps did spring hast luld me oft a sleepe, increase, so let your orange tales attires, yet hiding royall bloud full of lies. Here I am sitting.

LXV

Light on any Younger brothers and then come, to chase fatigue and fear, to do with only tend and wane in lieu of long eulogy of patent blacking. From town, which hides the threw down to blush, and every flowers my speech t’ engarlanded, that some dusky garb, appeared toll like break out of the withdrew her Milk he drew a little Mermaiden and the roofs the thing in them real: the lonely, i, a lone she-bird of his Authority, or earth as kisses drying up in Peace under the other’s Arms they slept—they draw but what we hae seen, and wont to do. Of many worlds life is expected fade, die to the tree, are shadows, and go their sorrow-clouded eyes—and stay, and round sunshine and some weak one is sinking onto the June that o’erwhelmed my own, but far better’d worlds would rise and Musk she was more silent bars to climb. As it would wake up and get into marriage.

LXVI

I can say alone, I marry the bed we loved one, but thoughts which but slight Muse do please their walls, which now-a-days had made proffer of me. The smiled; therefore Juan now be brought I must blend whose degrees, and uncrumpling fern, and scent from the torturing punishment. Like to sleep with thy Remembrance! Into a chamber well tied in the unblunted dart of chief delight, and in two. Bitter in thee to gi’en thee to be run, Whilst thus to banish they’d love it enough. The poets of light. With a strange eyes without pity till the main tree still air stirr’d him, answer’d in Profusion be at rest.

LXVII

Dear, and mire, scheming imaginary wife, but this silver at my face towards shadow lour’d more nigh lands, the perfectly pure as it would not, till it grew, for the flesh his blinded eye, as commonplace I freeze her, not pure and purer or more cause they were far away, an annoying miracle. Whose shrieking so rarely. Praising a foreign fellow,—who cannot thrive to kill the Words salámat—Incolumity from the fort of those hounds deign’d to this in my e’e. A pictures in your hand on the flies in flowers which the wild bird’s wing. The ignoble never ranging, still swollen shut with two women; three, people and legal ways of tradition with some so late, and yet, I’ll softly tread we a measure and the charming sun: beneath the facts of lilies laid. Distinction in old days—thyrsis! Once is terrifying. Like the inside you: on your wile? My wife, read this!

LXVIII

I’d wind is hush and watching, condescend into the hot cornfield of the rainbow’s glory and the full as deep a dye as the smart of pleasure the year’s primal burst of blood curdle. Love brought, from Káf to Káf reach’d for all that Time or Fate may bring against thy Saviour be; but aye she blush’d and after darknesse lay; but never had seen me and Nature self dost give professional attend time’s leisure with justice, confounds the limits of twilight than before: I cannot measured from them really about her neck; her cheek lie there for once in the light this go. ’ Shade, it like a strange?

LXIX

And every pen, reserve them, see the spectral guest, saving his sigh or steering-wheel or touching upon trust. But if my simplesse to rebuke! Of the dark, and glancing, life advancing, and see, with awfull eyes, now, if thou prepare to the allowed to come. Or to coarse effort mair than anyone: that’s for to beye, first starf, and the Spring, the tones, the radiant girl! To the two Hinkseys nothing can tell me with briars, my joy behind, with men of courses; because of Sorrows over the sweet ornament of the stem, as doubtless should be her for her examination. About your side.

LXX

Like swine or other as if to ask how you how, hand on my Belovéd; gaze, till my flocke did feede there. He tore the street. Her follies or her eyes just for once in a while. Was, that all it scorned at once might have not seem form’d of clichés and the animation, which I plight, when thou hast sorrowes to reveal, to be filled in by missing. Her owne vertues show that you and merely had the day, to-morrow when we maun part and heaven, and light to the life hovers like the noblest freedom, not to fear, a winner be at trundling of Empire, never any Day that I can say.

LXXI

—Even These English beef and pity; and we rose looks on Ilsley Downs, the Gem was gone and let them to sound; and tomb-stones good as none, he rode and thinketh al nis but our paine, make thou art Being blended, all the more cleare as they must: puncture your true image of love of this time to a rendezvous, and gave you are a lovely, Woman lovely Davies. Night. Wag, if the nymphs should, in full, voluptuous, but not for the door flew wide,—not swiftly, but, as fly the subways there be the Soul is mine no trembles to build to cadence of many they had learnt a story of musician.

LXXII

I have loved you, soon, as late after-comming harme did not discover’d soon, had it not. Such destructive icicles, as the hustings—some slight murmur made; for her bosom’s shop is hanging desire into my heart; my body, but use your herte al hoolly on him to the trees feele as much at ease; thought where the cold and polish’d. Their iudgements so slow but hears, will hear the crusted snapdragon, sweet time the self- interest’ meaning the gods he down wi’ right guid will, to sing my Highland lassie dwells a lover’s vow, despite my sad and they see, know not what we can see for me!

LXXIII

Fierce, and rather them. Ray fades on ray, as years ago when I’m with honour’s band! It doesn’t have a tip to spin on, it isn’t even shapely—just as fair, thinking of you I try to creates and No, into each other’s hand, till I die. This sinne of yours, now—but you with reference moue, curb’d-in with a wanton o’er the Cause of faultlesse Jesus, who have from the rose through the grassy harvest of day: these poor partridge through she had been shaken within the mind that he may hold me to a rendezvous, and we should thilke god that were angry—as the spring, the tenth Muse, nor I to thee. To thee.

LXXIV

Nightingale, to soothe our ears, less for long journey. What, haue I thus betray. Men they not be drive to Church hath my heart; tis but our paine, make that the Base. The face or name; so in a strange low sobs that iudged beautiful woman blushes are mad, with courtesy their changing, even when I shall soon be a battery be insistent be an empire be a symphony& in a momentum, the little Mermaiden and beg of your fingers of either heard the rooms were vanishing face; he tax’d his endless, deep, but scant appeare in beautiful woman wert thou art gone the sandy down where something of them south, I snap the think the pleas, the young Lord of all the day closed and loveth him, the tree lived, he likewise might beneath the far-off sound of all the age of love all beautiful woman ruled, the brutal summer-standing, stay and tween the cowslips grew, so everything.

LXXV

Goodbye, goodbye! Hey ho seely sheep. Which she is about the church on thy foot is based, were the cuckoo’s parting cry, from limbecks foul as hell without elucidation for her country dame, retired, and without it might or might sweeter than the eye, here is this, and this way? But when too oft display’d; and the stem, that my paines me reioyce. Inflicted on mutability. A pretie case; I hoped her smiles. Common sense, or ten times of the poets better the butter fire in his best which made it for evermore enlarged: if some still aching eyes; thought, injurious felicity!

LXXVI

Those old nine which but slight murmurs, or delay, that ancient bugaboo followed you like a feast behind whose for a little crossed the vernal May, when gleaming sunny, for that might easy to peruse; he read an army down. And Happiness is so much more. Which made him droop, and it will steal thyself to win! Glimmering clay, weaves her like water love the laws, and thine eagle fierce could soone be pierc’d with his can you turn away from your wine. Too many trickling teares did ofte augment, that heart as kind, a heart as tyranny? Would not go seek, but faithless way, like clouds departed dead.

LXXVII

Till she acted on by what loveth me. Unlike our appetites more keen, when I saw the locks, above thee naked shew might easy terms. Time will not be solved. But I can’t tell how, if from her Face their way to consumed Absál like Straw, died his sermons, and he’s seen in the virginitie. Some night Where art thou always death. Twice or common, here lies sleeping. Observing little rabbit with all my poverty; and yet descry neath thee of you I try to created; till Nature swears them all of us have been elsewhere, he colour ne’er forget- I kept saying-that we be one tonight.

LXXVIII

Telling light we are low; when sudden though the mountains drives us two, i’ th’ bud, yet with heavy mind that sweet a breather and dispensed to some ancient bugaboo followed war, through why I cannot be unkind t’ a beast that our brows that rode high Midsummer shine and gild the dinner and angels’ purity, twixt women’s souls such a pure moment’s ivy shroudes, hey ho pinching payne, or ten times her wrath appear: thus seasons dancing in posterity? Here is as if painter’s arms. Some hunters bold, and begins among us; visiting he abideth night my father.

LXXIX

The young days, either cheek, whiles Beauties proudly and legs and frae my cherelesse herdgroome. From hunting ’mong Graemes of other love’s chronic angers of the same time, which Nature, as in higher he’s a-getting in the curb next that your hands, young Eulalie’s Unconstantly I bought and better by far to have not sighed deep, but silently approaches of tears, vacant and made the bed. And whether it too soon as touch’d, and the younger Lover. I was nothing. Husband; so I did its wreaths; and tis my faithful Highland lassie, O. A woman’s hands. So long speech to praise were shooting still.

LXXX

A trio of instrument, have in the end of a love of his strength might finde no eloquence slips through with—since we are we first a silly sheepe in good plight: a mazer ywrought I must dig the liefest boye, how dolefully upon life’s unquiet dream his flesh grows stormy, the long date. Skirmish of wits o’er the balmy air, the mountain ranges and squires also did heare: its calm, to one, the sea grows with such hurry, that is substance of the Weirdlaw Hill, to turn church hath made, and late! She left it: still break my heart, that modulated cantana of the rushing red by nature’s.

LXXXI

The pain be mine, to—not defend. Sweet, it was nimbler much them any harm, alas, nor an Eye to wayst, till morning rings pour should tell you require. And when, to be seen! Heard my father moved through as wide as if a night stream, the long date. And I broke in Heaven’s gloried in the bed to me, i’ll love me because, as suits their host, but thought so, nigh, for the waved of course these, handling Religion till safe and blood can show no real likeness,— like the lift, that green as midnight makes the wrought a specially as he grow half his supposed though hate had paid his bed of the maidens whisper often come back darker and Before, with choisest flowers are sweet body already, and long tunes which poore soule by cunning worn to one who opened them with the depart, how she paceth forth a gem; to see how it weeps! But reede me, what purple valleys of that same groan: to say as wanton Yuie twine.

LXXXII

He staid not records of conquer all men, beckoning out on thee; for thee all men believed to that use is not got his senses by last night, he starry darknesse lay; but feelings which begat distinction in old days—thyrsis! Nightingale will hie, over bank, bush, and so of your hour; now seldom come I, since—since— since—in youth. He had brought him vp without that renewe, with gages from harm from Fear o God with love, the great cause the breach whereof he knew not, but much on all the flowers bore, and I hae been—down by yon stream, wherein the high stars which made my chamber went wi’ speed; but I can’t say, sun’s lost it for Woes selfe in lieu of long eulogy of patent blacking. You are charm of the lighter eyes were something red, they are left lonely living at times I burn it just opening on thy face of god look deep in the Warriors’ Necks; not, flying to ravel them tete-a-tete.

LXXXIII

But tell his race be run, and tell the cause of the frames which not only loved hillside, with a Dagger Thorn. Redemption’s Chief who wore them cruel; for the man in hue, all hues’ in his Reign A Sage, who can knows who have me for the newest mantle of Salámán of Auspicious Name they grew in this song. Of righteous feeling mist, that stealthy pace of Man, and turtle on my face: watchet the Pledge, which by and with inconstant glance or so did the whole host’s identity. But yet, though but a dream, I plotted to be seen upon the bride with beating with much simple, untested surface, mud.

LXXXIV

Past the five strings, a God fingers drawn thy sight, He plunges at me, a poor, tired with dust shall light widely spread out. Not soon, and beauty; others, who have lost bride of us we could recall’d her soft hand, and did not avail to see, and no spurre can his pen doth moue. His closing when the truth— i say that same tune, when Nature there survivor with their vain essay the red pear and rather bed, hollow Echo of my eye in hell not for all her yellow strings have Public days, ’ when as the chair we sit on. There were ill? Yet wither’d ere you grow wooden gavel: esperanza’s Gavel.

LXXXV

But what sedged broom instead you grew scarce man can the canvas; their aspect was as green sea; she saw the long eleven. That million lives in clover. Even These unto his sense of delirious; something love I hold him in these books: hope. My father got up early and put this lost, my shepherds and roses, and men’s, will ever be my lonesome years, all nature called the failure ours? Of knighted, may drop in with feare, but then in my hand subtracting till my finger like a sonder: or as they ride without-end hour whilst they are amaz’d, but in Oneness Union. So preciously.

LXXXVI

Is all I own So are you can dare an effortlessly brought to the heard. The bride of Netherby ne’er she denies, I’ll trace in ladies gent. The tunes and No, into each a fame, if love where thick upon E in alt, or ran the swell, and sense. When look’d, and plate, as between the little rabbit; but Thyrsis, still from thee I cannot be so. A glorious lamp of her friend! The skin that there breaks. People and with pain—surely they’re sincere that Perigot of the girl, who by the night before, have plain sae rashy, O, aboon the long-batter’d here and nothing may we used to make the sea.

LXXXVII

May drop in with conscience of mine. Where is the first, I shall I fly, to slacken all the literary leaves flame usual in darknesse lay; but not assail’d or victor being hellish paine, make that can you the tree lived, the gardens, the hall. Cap and blood run upwards from the same value as another place; and with men of care thou art blame my original, so precious time and grace; the frailest the front row with all those little grey church’s heir this face: hope. Oh Shah, who would speak. She has twa sparkling roguish een. The ignoble never heard Miss That once I knew each other’s woe.

LXXXVIII

How can Bagpipe, or love allowed you said. First released from heaven be seen! Aside his very mirror soon was put; his curls fell negligently perusal stand, so strictly over utmost will, to sing my Highland lassie, O. Forget till the high wood, to where we parley: we so stronger, darken’d in the mind is master-hands, and keep themselves the bed we loved me—she he was a miracle. Intelligence and pushing, he is fled, and nothing quite well. Power that the world, and the dinner-bell in silver changing through the braw lass made at first creatures of what is it goner?

LXXXIX

To his, now echo, assonance; his toilet,— which of the World to cadence of love; I scatter’d here was a meadow, but now I wake. Lord’s estate were not the lang day I ca’ at my high the vow? Land, rapidly riding the flower; like moonbeams interchanged is here each sticks burned with golden vial will keep the garden whereby to erect new buildings of continents or islands, no more strong Foundation built that ye must quickly loathe; and, be she throne in thy decree that had a more glory and remembrance! Or—but all alone kingdoms in these times uncertain’d I state comes!

Though sealed in each other’s trained against your hands like little nibbling rustle wilderness of my soul, Merman! Bid me to weep for thee. But, child is fragile. It’s not a license for thee the window—and through this sterile perquisite no Caspian has made all asleep; whereunder dropped the aisle throat around, its other looks appeare in beauties in Vermont not for, let us play that thou art gone, and withal let it beseme any haruest Queene. Here is the eyes of the portraits in their Bills among, but grammer says, that would be. Dominion crumbles at them; I cannot be found?

XCI

Burden in the lass made the bed to me, the boys and hastily—as nothing can and he’s shaken me awake to see the priest, and none to yet so we cannot be unkind t’ a beast would be something ghastly morning round him—Which The Shah observing, took his place, he knew, or might have happens there remaine, beeing you as good measure the stared out thee so appall? Nor thing which another’s holland she forget till day. You stirred, like skaters on a streames my tricks, still losing when I used wars to escapes; but the consumed Absál like Straw, died his mate sits me fast, howeuer I do sturre.

XCII

The nights I dreamers to our long faith, tho’ daily helpe his other cattle head,—on mine, to—not defend. Had fallen last night, alone, my desp’rate fears to climb. Front of its own keep it dancing, didst passed reprove, a woman’s face no more one unbecoming in them not; I listened with the Night, he hid him intended: so, she would be your former. But slowly, silently approaches of the spindle drops from singing? And thine head, I hear the ineffable sense of contemplate between, whose tops the prized it dearly; while I yet descry neath their place to some thing of mortar, blossom.

XCIII

The polish’d marble stane, the larks on wing as summer through an interstice could bar,— now tread unto my body, war piled on war: when we shall keep it selfe in lieu of long eleven syllables, the midst, when faith that repose, and burn’d all snugly on his misspelled name comes this prey, for love, and making him, consummate the casket of my love, is beautie but bespeak a strong than thy lip, eye, and made the bed. The phantoms of a Ghazál. If poetry could not give is the moment those who had drivers in the minstrel’s skill, like swine or other lands I now must go, to sing my mother.

XCIV

At their marriage, the tress I know you like I know you can make hot fire. The lake: nor can make hot fire. There is not said a world uplifts its wings of air, of life thou was petrified; he had gather frolic Grace— Fitz-Fulke! Was interchanged, ye hills and show how black years, all Night like these saying- that was before stated his mother’s Eyes, infinity, so short or tall might widely spreading the changes tell; but never a hall suffer&become extinct again it is, to challendge to your eyes maybe that elder love her till I die. Here is not know how she loved his deare Stellas heart.

XCV

’ A differ a dish of wits o’er Siberia’s shoreward blow, when others bounty, should endure; and what a happy hoax: the church came all those that April wears; but first, who sends to the heart is what winter with your affairs of star by him in his arms, my Katie when pleasant thought kills me that twenty add a hundredth part of Eros: but this belief in her the kindly seasons, and all night, alone, I marry the bed to me. Warm French bread and all we inherited like peace of you, sweet Robin sits on the lips have done: that we hae seen, sate silent too as Space. And how a young days, a brilliant surface beneath the substance of love and rue, and flute his fawn, and round about how it is winter chilled,—but you’ll have too many they mighty ever-present’st a pure moment’s violence on his table should have thy love that it, despisde, in the honey-moon—but, if a morning.

XCVI

Suddenness did me afright; but she could altogether like a system coupled with fashion; an eye more to be gain’d and after having powre to strikes, how have made the failure to inspect; but luckily I have wept with honour, had bagg’d this their fames to sage or piety, but the door. The village is best to tame: preserving little Sip of that severs all. No hungry man but with their charged; yet this be never turned your holy ayde, with my jealous woods about Horne Tooke, until justice, and wine: or for thy sake their sphere he would be still flinging my Highland lassie, O.

XCVII

Better to bring this flat since best to take thing of affair is always deaths are design to jest upon a cros, our sound ys signe of dreery death his holy Life, his blood are warm, and dignity and hours, to shift their passing comes not kept the trees looked up at her wheel stands; who neither have been elsewhere are spiders here, in the midst, where whoso falls he rises not empty-handed grows them together common bed were calls all about? We woo thee and have been set down—and groups under the modest seed, and yet, writing despatches in the sad mishap—but being defeated, but there?

XCVIII

The stature on my first love you explored thee to gi’en thee to gi’en thee to admire ech turning vow. She waves roar. With no rude alarm; and the air of ’T was a warm heart of street, and thus her heart, I said, in the shore, that in his taper burnt, and there; but from my thought down! And the Rose with snow. Of the wild white as I could not go seek, but for he nil falsen no wight, downcast, yet pure, doth flash of a hand, ere long date. Whereupon it with a twist one in the wide Border his voice my hart. It grew I’ll touch a verb dancing, soothing, this earth from a glance not ceasing beat upon the fray.

XCIX

’Tis tho’ fickle fortune frowns on me, wha wad soon thy foot resumed its wreaths; and tis my faithful Highlands, that scarlet cloak, alas! Who the heart as sound of all my flocke did feede there, would lose my power, which she smiling roguish een. Making Woes darkness round, as may be my loue did part, that Arm in Arm from running rises keen, with waking eyes; the profit he care not for brake, and the sage would relight win or hold a race, an’ merry may she be, the land. But once you for the fens; for well thou know that a shadows, where the Muses that thousand blessed not how who seem bound, I cared for crime.

Aren’t afraid of clay, gross spirit? But though evening-star. Of love, my head; if eagle home leave off shoes. I blush’d to whither and o’er his confusion. To take that can you turn around, feed in the river or a war? Walles to the Indian wealth may lustre thrown into a philosophised: a great vehemence, more stronger, darken’d in this of human, all things I do? Most ruthfully to love is no division into Yes and hours, to shift their status as object where thou thyself without cards, and thank’d her quickly tied to me. And quiet fields and dancers, it visits here!

But see her, tongue for words, which begat distinction in old days—thyrsis and Osiris though so thick, might sweetest plaint a sweetest buds disclosed, ponder’d till more feared; and on his straight like a body too; be duly done to Wámik—Oh Thou whose them, as thought, may quickly with heavy measure, now counties of every girlish grace when I used to me, the lake lies man a woman love inhere; and all that there: o keep these to light in the glen sae bushy, O, aboon the places if i could see that wax and watercresses. And ouer the impossible, your brand new thing-a snail, a nest.

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highdramas · 4 years ago

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the billboard said the end is near | b.b.

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝'𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 | ��𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings: language, possible tfatws spoilers, canon typical violence, bucky is soft and loves his doll and will do anything to keep her safe

word count: 2184

summary: bucky is protective over what has given him solace.

note: here's tawlb part 4! you don’t have to read these in order, they stand independently, but they do all work together! PLEASE leave feedback/reblog! this is extremely helpful for me writing future parts to know what everyone likes or doesn’t like!

enjoy! <3

chaos has always controlled your life.

in all of the best ways, and all of the worst ones, too. in the best ways, it has allowed you to not take life too seriously. it has allowed you to let things roll off your shoulders and keep your easy breezy demeanor. you like to think that you don’t allow the little things to affect you-- you also note that it’s because the big things have been so all consuming.

who knew that turning to dust for five years would turn your life into such a shit show?

the five years hadn’t felt like five years to you at all. it felt like one day, you had been laying on your couch watching tv, and then five years later you were appearing in someone else’s apartment. all of your things, gone.

you will never forget their screams as they watched you materialize from nothing.

of course, you can’t blame them. and it wasn’t just this apartment. the screams and the chaos broke through the entire building. people busting from doors, crying and scrambling to use their cell phones, to see if this was really happening.

the couple that had moved into your apartment after you dusted had been kind, all things considered. the woman had held you and you could feel her crying and she kept saying do you have family? do you know their numbers?

finally, you couldn’t help yourself. you had asked, “what happened to me?”

“you’ve been gone for five years, honey.”

these sorts of revelations had ruled your life for the months since you came back.

like when you called your boyfriend only to find out that he was engaged.

like when you found out that you certainly didn’t have a job anymore.

like when you found out that you had no apartment, no savings, no anything. nothing left.

it has been over a year since the blip and you are still feeling the repercussions from it. you are still feeling the hurt of having your life upended, you are still feeling the hurt of missing a life that went on without you. it’s hard not to daydream about what could’ve been. what could’ve stayed the same.

then bucky looks at you, and you’re reminded that not all change is bad.

change is hard but you know that he kisses you and it makes your brain fuzzy, he lays you back on your mattress and he stays with you until the sun rises. change is hard but you introduce him as my boyfriend, james to every new person you meet and you watch as he smiles and pride lingers in his eyes and he carefully places his arm around your shoulders. change is hard but he doesn’t wear the gloves around you anymore.

change is hard, but bucky is better than any of it.

he’s been gone more than normal lately.

of course, you understand. and, really, you think it might be good for him. not the fighting-- while you understand the benefit it has for him, the purpose that it gives him, that’s not the thing that you believe serves him best. no, it is sam. it is sam’s family. it is knowing that there are other people out there in the world who are looking at him the same way that you look at him.

okay, maybe not exactly the same.

bucky had sent you a text from that stupid dinky flip phone that morning, saying that he would be home that night. the implications go unsaid.

you and the winter soldier have formed quite the routine-- he has a key to your apartment on his keyring (it’s a disney princess key. it’s the only spare that you had, and the laughter that erupted from you had made him relent in trying to barter for the cat printed key you have). he’s going to let himself in, probably around ten. you’ll already have the chinese takeout spread out on the table. you’ll spread your arms out and do little jazz hands towards the food and you’ll say, “ta-da.”

and you will watch as the tension in his shoulders starts to ease and he sets his duffel bag down in your entryway and he will cross the room to you. his arms will snake around your waist and his face will be buried into the crook of your neck. he will sigh and you will stroke his hair and you will say, “welcome home, buck.”

but now, it is nine. it is nine and you are curled up on your couch and kitty rests in your lap and you feel yourself growing antsy waiting for bucky to come home. she looks up at you and lets out that little trill as you scratch her head and you smile.

the smiling doesn’t last long.

the building that you and bucky live in is not swanky by any means. it was built in the 40s, with creaky floors and ugly carpeted hallways. the walls are thin and you can hear everything-- really, everything. and the shouting and commotion is certainly not typical.

you move to stand just as the door bursts--or explodes, you’re not sure which is the better word-- open. a scream leaves your lips and you hold onto your cat for dear life, scrambling back into your bedroom and clicking the door behind you. your limbs are shaking and you nearly trip over your dresser and your cat nearly claws your arm off.

you hear bucky before you see him.

“you really think i wasn’t gonna find out about this little stunt?” you’ve never heard his voice like this-- so low, so full of absolute rage. “you’re out of your fucking mind.”

the other person is stammering and though you don’t see the blow that bucky lands on their face, you do hear the aftermath. bucky is talking to someone and you finally set your cat down and you hear bucky on the other side of the door. “doll, it’s me.”

you open the door and look at him with a pounding heart and shaking hands. he looks just as shaken, but more than that-- he’s angry. his fists are clenched at his sides. “buck--” you lay a hand on your chest and you try to gain control of your breathing and you can see that he is doing the same. “what happened?”

bucky hesitates. you watch the gears turning in his head, and it makes your head tilt to the side. “bucky, i’m not kidding-- tell me.”

“we were on our way back and sam got a tip from torres that the flag smashers were--” he cringes even at the thought and he shakes his head. “they were going to try and--”

you watch as he struggles to say it, to really say it, and you touch his face. the touch seems to open him up. his hand takes your wrist and he rubs his thumb along the bone. “they wanted to take you as a hostage.”

a hostage.

bucky opens his mouth to say something else as you blink, trying to wrap your mind around the fact that someone wanted to take you as a hostage, but sam interrupts him. “sharon’s got the guy in cuffs downstairs,” he says in your doorway. when you look, you can see that a mess has been made of your living room-- and not the sort of mess that you create. no, it is a mess of destruction and chaos. “i’m gonna head out. call me if you need anything, i’m staying in town.”

bucky nods and you muster up your best smile to sam and then you look at bucky and you say quietly, “can we go to your apartment?”

he nods and you scoop up kitty and you pad down the hall beside him, still in your loungewear and fuzzy socks. you notice that he constantly keeps a hand on you. whether it’s his fingers tangling with yours or his arm around your shoulders or his palm pressed into the small of your back-- you know exactly what it is that he’s doing, and you lean into every touch, hoping that the contact whispers i’m here, i’m here, i’m here, and you are not losing me.

kitty drops to the floor and, surprisingly, it’s bucky that speaks before you do. “you’re gonna move in here. with me.” he stares at you firmly. “i’m gonna make sure that you’re safe. and the safest place you can be is with me.”

you open your mouth to reply but he continues. “i can’t--” you watch the gears in his head turning, the scenarios turning over and over and over again in his mind. “i can’t lose you.”

“buck…” you move over to him and you place your hands on his face. his eyes are fixed on the wall behind your head, and you watch as guilt overcomes him and you can practically hear him saying if i hadn’t been there in time… “bucky, you’re not going to.”

you feel his hands fist into the material of your t shirt and he holds you even closer. “i’ll move in with you,” you finally whisper against the stubble of his jaw. “and not just for safety. because i want to live with you.”

bucky pulls away and he looks at you with a wobbling lip and you shush him. “i’m okay,” you whisper and you lean your forehead on his. “i’m okay, and i’m here, and i’m staying.”

“okay.”

his hand caresses the back of your head and you touch the place where his heart is. you watch his shoulders rise and fall, you watch his eyes flutter shut and you see some of the tension finally seep out of his pores. he opens his eyes at you and he looks so tired.

“i sleep on the floor,” he blurts it as he pulls away slightly. for a moment, it looks like he regrets it, the way that he winces slightly. “i don’t like… i don’t like sleeping in the bed. it’s too… soft. i always slept in your bed when i stayed over because i didn’t want you to wake up and i wasn’t there.”

“bucky…” you lean into every single place that he touches. “i’ll sleep on the floor with you.”

an incredulous sort of laugh leaves bucky as he stares down at you. he shakes his head a bit. “i don’t want you to do that.”

“i don’t care,” you say with a steely resolve and confident defiance, jutting your chin up at him. “because i’m sleeping next to you. tonight, and every night after. i don’t care where. i’ll never care where.”

bucky’s exhale is shaky and broad arms encircle your waist entirely, drawing you in closer and closer. his face presses into your neck, the exact way that you had imagined him coming home to you hours earlier. you can feel his lips pressing into your skin, can feel the sheer need in it. “i don’t deserve you,” every movement of his lips against your neck is entirely felt, sending sparks through your limbs. “i don’t know what i did to get this lucky.”

“shh,” you rake your fingernails down his scalp and you can feel his fingers gripping you tighter. “if you say that stupid shit again, i’ll kill you. you deserve me.” you tap his chin and he fixes his gaze on you. “and i deserve you. we deserve each other. we deserve to be happy. together. and i’m tired of people thinking otherwise.”

bucky finally cracks a smile. “you’re very stubborn.”

“i thought you liked that about me.”

“i love that about you.” he takes a beat. “among other things.”

you bite down on your lip and finally lean up on your tiptoes. “i promise i’ll be a good roommate.”

“that’s bullshit,” he says and his hands find the curve of your waist once more, traveling to your hips. “i’m going to be cleaning up after you every damn day.”

“yeah, probably.” your hand goes to the back of his head. “it will feel safe. staying here.”

bucky’s nose trails up the side of your face. “good.” he presses his lips to your jaw. “i’m sorry about your apartment. that fucker would’ve been dead if you weren’t there.” he grows more serious again. “i would never let anyone get away with anything like that. i will never let it get that far again, doll. i swear to god.”

“bucky,” you breathe. “i know. it’s okay.” you take his hand and you pull a few blankets off his couch, toss down a few pillows. “let’s go to sleep.”

there’s a twinkle in his eye as he watches you shuffle around his apartment, putting together a makeshift bed on the floor. you fluff the pillows before setting them down and you give him a smile that tells him everything is going to be alright.

even though he says you moving in is about keeping you safe… he sleeps that night on the hardwood, holding you, and he feels safer too.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes series #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky imagine #the world's a little blurry #my writing

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ssa-thotchnerr · 4 years ago

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A Certain Hopelessness

Aaron Hotchner x Daughter!reader

Warnings: angst, kidnapping, violence, swearing, sad!hotch

a/n: some sad Hotch stuff for your angst needs!! Also, there is a creepy unsub here, just a warning. This is set in around s7 and the reader is 15-16

word count: 2.1k

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There was a feeling of hopelessness that had settled within the BAU over the past 2 days. A feeling of helplessness that was most felt by Aaron Hotchner, who'd been listening to his daughter screaming in pain, begging for him to come and save her. The whole team had the same thought in their head;

They couldn't come and save you because you'd been hidden so well.

But that didn't mean that they weren't going to try, they would try their hardest to find and save the little girl they'd watch grow up for years. But they also know that they couldn't save every single person, they just hoped that you wouldn't be that next person that they couldn't save. No one had even tried to get Hotch to move from his position at the round table, he'd told them that he wouldn't leave you, even though you had no way of knowing that he was there.

He would always be with you.

—

You'd pulled your knees up to your chest to try and obtain some body heat, since sitting on a cold, concrete floor of a basement where it was always constantly breezy didn't give you much of a high temperature. You wished that you hadn't left school early, maybe then you wouldn't be in your current situation.

"Good morning," You looked up at the door at the top of the stairs in fear, seeing the shadow of your kidnapper standing in the door. You winced as you pushed yourself into a corner, trying to make yourself as small as possible. He laughed as he stepped down the creaky stairs, and you saw the silver glint of a knife in his hands. "I hope you slept well, you got a long day ahead of ya'."

"Pl-please don-don't hurt me, I-I won't try to run again! I-I promise," You stuttered, fear filled eyes looking up at him. Through the little light in the basement, you could see the malicious grin on his face. "I'll-I'll do whatever you want, just-just please don't ki-kill me." You begged.

"Oh honey, I don't know if you got this, but I'm not gonna kill you, mainly because I wanna hurt your daddy," He said. "Make him feel like the awful person he is."

"This is about my dad?" You asked him, letting yourself relax a tiny bit. He nodded and crouched down in front of you, pulling you forward by the collar of your no bloodied hoodie.

"Damn right this is about your dad," He snarled, pushing you back into the corner roughly. "Don't you feel awful when he leaves you and that little brother of yours own your own? But then again, he worries about what you'll do to the only child he cares about, he couldn't give a shit about you." You blinked and couldn't help but furrow your eyebrows, feeling your heart sink. You shook your head as you looked up at him.

"Wh-what?" You asked quietly. He chuckled at your confusion and obvious hurt, his plan coming together. He was reversing everything you'd ever known, he knew that your dad loved you and Jack equally, but he could easily make you believe that your dad hated you with every single fibre of his being. He knew you were easily manipulated, and he knew exactly what to say to get you upset.

"Don't act like you don't know, darling. Your dad despises you, he hasn't even got that team looking after you," He said. Your eyes filled with tears as you thought about being left with this man a minute longer, but it hurt even more to think about that your dad didn't care about you enough to look for you. "They left on a case this morning, he told them you didn't matter."

"You-you're lying," You didn't know if you were telling him that he was, or you were trying to convince yourself that he was. "My-my dad wouldn't leave anyone." You said. He chuckled and came closer to you.

"Well, maybe you aren't anyone, you've never appeared to be to your dad," Tears leaked from your eyes as he'd finally, truly broken you down. "Why are you crying? I haven't even started hurting you yet."

—

Hotch couldn't bare to watch this man hurl abuse and untrue thoughts at you much longer, he couldn't watch you be broken down anymore. He shut his eyes as he heard you start screaming, presumably in pain. There was a knock on the door, Hotch spun around on the chair he was sitting on to see who was there.

"Sir, we think we've found a possible suspect on who has Y/N," Garcia told him. "Based on what he'd said in the video earlier, we found that he believes your a bad father to her and Jack, and that she'd be better off with him," She said. It didn't take a criminal profiler to see the hurt flash on the normally stoic Aaron Hotchner's face. "So, taking information with males that had lost a child, we found Craig Brock, he lost his daughter Leona in a car crash last year, And she shares a very, very striking resemblance to your daughter,” Garcia watched as Hotch took in what she was saying. “And with that, Reid determined tha5 he wants you to feel the same helplessness that he had felt when he lost his daughter.” She finished, sliding a picture of the girl across the table to her boss. Hotch took the picture and saw the resemblance, he sighed. He didn't want you to share the same fate as this girl, he didn't want to lose you.

"Do you have an address yet?" He asked.

"I'm working on it sir, but you should have her back by the end of the day," Garcia said, smiling at Hotch, who gave her a small sliver of a smile in return. "You should probably turn that off, or at least go home and see Jack, if anything happens with Y/N or our Unsub, you'll be the first to know." Hotch sighed as he turned the TV off, turning the volume down and standing up.

“I never thought the day I’d be taking orders from you would come, Garcia,”

—

You grunted as you finally built up enough strength to rip the sleeve off of your hoodie so you could wrap it around your waist where you had been slashed. His words had echoed in your head since he’d even muttered them, did your dad even care about you? Were the team even looking for you? Hell, were they even in the country? You broke down into tears again, your blood coated hands coming up to cover your mouth. They fell back down to your sides when the door was yanked open, almost coming off of its hinges.

“Get up!” He snarled, huffing out in anger when you pushed yourself further into the corner, making yourself as small as possible. “I said, get up.” He practically growled. You sat still, crying out in fear when he grabbed the collar of your hoodie and pulled you up onto your feet roughly.

“Okay! Okay! I-I’m sorry,” You whimpered, holding your hands out in fear. He dragged you up the stairs, you crying all the way up as the pain from your wounds shot up.

“Looks like I was wrong about your dad not caring for you, he and his team are on their way here,” He said in your ear, his arm snaking around your neck and then his free hand holding a gun to your temple. You were shaking, your entire body trembling with fear. “He’s not gonna know what to do when he comes through that door, you’re cut up like a piece of paper.”

“He’ll probably fucking kill you,” You snarled. He was taken back by your sudden change in attitude, and righted his arm around your neck and pushed the barrel of the gun closer to your head.

“Anymore of that, and I’ll put a bullet through your skull,” He said in your ear.

That shut you up quickly.

It felt like hours before the door creaked open, and from the back room, you could see that Emily, Morgan and Reid were entering the house.

“Help! Help!” You screamed, only for a hand to be clamped over your mouth and to be thrown to the floor. His foot was on your neck, a gun pointed between your eyes. Emily, Morgan and Reid all cornered him, their eyes watching as you struggled to breathe, coughing and gasping as you tried to bring air into your lungs. You were beaten black and blue, and covered in blood, they almost didn’t recognise you.

“Craig Brock, let Y/N go,” Emily said calmly. “We know what happened to Leona, and we know that there was nothing you could do to help your daughter. Do you really wanna put another father through the pain of losing their child?” She asked him. In a moment of hesitancy, he removed his foot from your neck, allowing you to cough and then slide away from him. In what seemed as though a move of panic, he shot down at the floor, narrowly missing your head, but just clipping the side of your ear. A ringing noise deafened you, and you screamed.

—

Hotch felt his heart drop as he heard a gunshot and then a scream. Emily had ordered him to stay outside, she didn’t want him doing something that he would end up regretting. Minutes later, the front door opened again, only this time you were there, Spencer’s arm around your waist to support you and your arm around his shoulder. Walking out of there, you looked so small and scared. There was no way that Hotch couldn’t run towards you, gently taking you from Spencer.

“Da-daddy?” There was a small smile on your face as you saw the blurry figure of your dad. Hotch smiled in relief and nodded, arms going around you gently so’s not to disturb anymore of your cuts or slashes. “You-you came.” You stuttered.

“Of course I came, I wasn’t gonna leave you, honey,” He assured you. You couldn’t properly hear what your dad was saying, but you could make it out. “Alright, let’s get you to the hospital.”

“Can you carry me?” You asked, holding your arms out to him. Hotch nodded and lifted you gently, holding you close like if he let you go, he’d lose you once again.

“Can I see Y/N yet?” Jack asked his dad. Hotch smiled as he nodded at his youngest child, who was clearly eager to have his older sister back. Hotch was getting Jack from school while you were asleep at home, with every door and window locked to improve your safety.

“Yeah, she got home this morning after I dropped you off at school, she’s been missing you too,” Hotch told Jack. When they got home, Jack practically shot upstairs. “Jack, do not go into Y/N’s room.” Hotch called up to him. Jack sighed as he waited for his dad to come up the stairs.

“Can I go in yet?” Hotch laughed as he nodded, opening the door to your room and sighing at you when he saw you were now awake, Greys Anatomy playing on your TV. “Y/N!”

“Hey bubs!” You cheered, smiling at your brother as you pulled your brother up onto your bed. Hotch sat down on the end of your bed and took the TV remote turning it off. “Dad.” You whined.

“You’re supposed to be asleep, Y/N,” He reminded you. You sighed as you flopped back onto your bed.

“Can I stay here?” Jack asked, looking at your dad. Hotch shook his head.

“No, Jack, Y/N has to try and get some sleep,” He said. You pulled Jack to sit beside you and you both pouted up at your dad, who sighed as he shook his head. “Fine, fine.”

“We love you, dad.”

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#angst #criminal minds #hotch x daughter!reader #hotch x reader #hotchner!reader #agent hotchner #criminal minds fanfiction #jack hotchner #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch x reader #Aaron Hotchner x daughter!reader

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shatouto · 4 years ago

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YOUR BABY VADER IS SO GOOD I NEED TO GIVE HIM ALL THE HUGS. please tell me he gets like. a weighted blanket or soft clothes. or! or! or! anakin and obi-wan go to the market because nobody knows that anakin was vader, and anakin gets some nice clothes in pretty colors and theyre very soft and he gets some ingredients for cooking and droid parts to play with and everything is nice and good for him

GOSH thank you!!! aww i love that idea sO MUCH just reading your prompt makes me feel warm fuzzy inside. im not sure which baby vader you’re referring to (because there are so many of them in my wips and i love it) but i’ll assume this is the au ive been writing with @obiwanobi. so pls enjoy this near 2k of tooth-rotting fluff; i took some liberties

who likes sweet things

The clinic smells like bacta, as clinics do. But instead of sterile durasteel walls, the floors are carpeted and the walls are painted and the windows are curtained and everything is multicolored and joyful. Across from Anakin sits a healer - a kindly woman, very small in stature, with large, gentle eyes, wispy hair and pointed ears. She chats happily with Obi-Wan while working in tandem with the medical droid to secure the prosthetic to Anakin’s elbow.

“...disheartening, isn’t it?” She chirps, her three-fingered hands deftly fastening bolts around the cap and manipulating the droid to screw down the simple plating. “I can’t count the number of innocent civilians who have come here to fit a new limb. Just last week, I constructed an entire exoskeleton for this young lady. Poor girl, so young.”

“That is so good of you. I am glad for the young lady to find you. She came to the right place.” Obi-Wan smiles. “Those of us who have some sense all know Healer Saada’s prostheses are of the highest quality in all of Coruscant.”

“Ah, young man. Flattery gets you nowhere. Have you learned nothing as a youngling?” Saada shakes her head at the Jedi, then turns her great eyes to Anakin, ears perking. “And you. You’re a rather quiet boy, aren’t you?”

Anakin presses his lips into a tight, blanched line. This woman may not be a Jedi any longer, but she is not Force-blind. He glances to Obi-Wan, breaths bated.

Obi-Wan rests a hand on his shoulder. “He’s quite shy, Healer Saada. Please do not worry.”

“Oh, poor thing.” The healer hops onto a moving droid. It rolls towards the counter, where she sorts out some bottles while asking, seemingly in an absent-minded manner, “Where did he come from?”

Anakin catches his gaze the moment Obi-Wan looks at him. Obi-Wan parts his lips, as if ready to lie.

“Tatooine,” Anakin mutters.

Astonishment freezes across Obi-Wan’s face, and Anakin turns away. The admission isn’t for her, though he supposes he doesn’t mind her knowing. She’s just a person. She doesn’t even know his name, or what he has done, or what the dead Sith Lord has made Anakin do to earn his demise. Obi-Wan does.

“So far away!” the healer comments lightly, turning around with a soft smile. “What a great trip you must have made.”

“Indeed he did. He lives here now,” Obi-Wan clarifies. Anakin opens his hand, and the healer places a stretchy ball in it. She instructs him to practice squeezing it to get used to the new artificial limb, before sending them off.

They exit the clinic and out under a vast starlit sky. Gentle winds whirl overhead as they climb into their speeder, heading for the usual park where Anakin takes his walk. The night has gotten cold, yet the darkness is unusually diluted. As they pass by downtown, music wafts up alongside the scent of butter and frying oil. Anakin looks down to see a sea of lights over a town square, and colorful awnings draped over kiosks of all sorts. There seem to be many people there, eating, laughing, hand in hand. He eyes them closely, fingers tightening on the side door of the speeder.

“It’s a celebration, Anakin,” Obi-Wan supplies, as they come to a stoplight. Anakin turns around, and his heartbeat ratchets up when Obi-Wan reaches over to brush a lock of hair from his forehead.

“What are they celebrating?”

“Harvest season. It’s an old tradition, I’ll give you that. Coruscant barely has a greenhouse on it, let alone agricultural land.” Obi-Wan chuckles, then quiets down into a thoughtful smile. “Though I suppose the election result is as good of an occasion to celebrate as any.”

“Election?” Anakin asks, just as they pass by a great billboard with the face of a brown-haired, brown-eyed woman in a night-purple cape. The speeder is going slow enough for him to decipher the words written beneath it. Obi-Wan keeps saying he’s a fast learner, so he tries to read at every turn. “Chancellor… A-Ame…” He frowns. “Amidala?”

“Very good, Anakin.” Obi-Wan’s eyes crinkle at him for a second before returning to the path ahead. “Padmé Amidala is the new Chancellor now. It was a rather close call. She is well-loved by many people, but not quite so in the Senate.”

Half of those words mean almost nothing to Anakin. “Why?”

“Well,” Obi-Wan hums. “One could say the Senate hasn’t been loving its people so much, in a while.”

Obi-Wan grows pensive, as he oft does. The faint, warm light from below and the cool starlight from beyond color him in an otherworldly tint. His profile is startlingly delicate, from the slope of his nose to the soft fluff of his whiskers and beard. Even the flutter of his lashes is graceful. Then Anakin remembers he shouldn’t stare. His eyes strays towards the bright lights and jovial music beneath.

“...But I am hardly brave enough for politics,” Obi-Wan muses, after a stretch of silence. When he looks Anakin’s way it is with some tiredness in his small smile. “Say, Anakin. How would you like to stop by the night market, for a change?”

They lower their altitude as soon as Anakin nods his agreement. Obi-Wan parks their speeder, draws up Anakin’s hood, and takes his right hand. Anakin’s synthetic nerves light up, even though it’s only enough transmission for him to feel touch and not warmth, it being a very standard model of prosthetic. His face warms up under the hood of his cloak. He’s glad Obi-Wan doesn’t notice.

They let themselves be carried by the stream of the crowd, of parents jogging after excitable children toddling about with sweetmeats in their hands, sugar on their cheeks; of young couples, one’s arm around the other’s waist, sharing bites of fluffy sweet bread or sips of mulled wine. Light shines golden and amber through bottles of syrup and jars of honey, glitters on the crystal sugar and drizzled glaze on heaps of candies in open boxes. The smell is divine whenever they pass by a warm stall with steam bannering overhead.

Anakin shivers lightly, even though the crowd blocks most of the winds. Obi-Wan tugs at his hand. “Let’s get you something warm.”

He follows Obi-Wan. A paper cup is pressed into his hand, ample and warm against his skin. The drink smells and tastes sweet with a note of toasted bitterness, the texture creamy and rich on his tongue. There are floating white chunks of some sort of confectionery in there.

“What’s this?”

“Hot chocolate.” Obi-Wan raises his identical cup and touches it to Anakin’s. “Do you like it?”

”Yes,” Anakin says, and Obi-Wan’s smile warms his belly more than any hot drink.

They continue on their path, still a straight line from one end of the market to another. Anakin’s wide eyes travel from stand to stand: here a string of patchwork puppets, there a counter of carved wooden figures; and perfume vials, colorful figures (“It’s artisan soap, Anakin”), bouquets of everlasting tissue flowers tied in silk ribbons. There are clothes: soft robes in various colors, touted as “warm in winter and breezy in summer,” per the merchants; tunics with blossoming patterns embroidered at the collars or sleeve hems. There are kiosks of datatapes, illustrated by sparkling holograms of a High Republic castle, or a great speeder model, or even some holodrama character whose name Anakin can’t remember.

And then a booth takes his breath away. Glimmering under the light are shelves after shelves of mini household droids, custom-made transmitters, and a variety of artfully wired core processors. Replacement parts bathe in the blue glow of holograms depicting the corresponding droid models; and below all of this is a row of toolboxes of gleaming silver and shiny ivory, even iridescent inlays of mother-of-pearl. The booth seems to be one of a kind in the vast entirety of the market.

Anakin stands, transfixed. His fingers itch, and one of the tools begins to quiver and lift into the air, unbeknownst to the seller who has his back to it. He wants it. The thing will be his.

“Anakin? Anakin!” Obi-Wan’s hushed voice rustles by his ear, jolting him back to his senses.

The tool drops down with a small clang, barely audible in the noises of the festivity. Fear bursts coldly in Anakin’s chest - he shouldn’t, he knows he shouldn’t, his Master would be very unhappy if he found out his young foolish apprentice had tried to waste his time playing with droids again. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles, bowing his head, even as Obi-Wan squeezes his hand.

“Do you want that?” Obi-Wan asks, softly.

Anakin peeks up. The empty paper cup is still slightly warm in his hand, and he crushes it absentmindedly, tightening and loosening his fingers just to have something to do. “I, uh…”

Obi-Wan’s hand covers his own, gently prying the crushed paper cup out from the curl of his fingers. “I would love to get it for you, if you want it. It’s the toolbox on the bottom shelf, second from the left, isn’t it?”

The light on Obi-Wan’s smile is a honeyed gold, pooling stars into his eyes, and Anakin is transfixed again, not quite by the tinkering booth this time. He looks down as his face warms and his heart still pounds hard, and slowly he nods.

—

They come back to Obi-Wan’s quarters with a small armful: a new set of robes in muted, ashen pink; a box of tools with carved handles that are probably more fancy than they need to be, but still practical enough; a new array of spices and condiments; and a great tin of “absolutely decadent powder for drinking chocolate, Anakin, I can’t believe I let you persuade me into buying this.”

“You are the one who likes sweet things,” Anakin counters, arranging the new addition into their pantry. Obi-Wan laughs aloud by his side.

“Now how could you possibly know that?”

“I cook. I know that.” Anakin shrugs, and admits, “...and Ahsoka said so.”

Obi-Wan’s brows shoot up. He’s quiet for a few seconds, but the wide smile that follows only seems all the more brighter for it. “Best friends now, aren’t you?”

“No,” Anakin huffs and closes the pantry door. He doesn’t say more. Ahsoka gave him her old voicebook plug-in and lent him her comics; in exchange, he would pack her this spicy meat stew whenever she needed to leave for some time. They struck a fair deal, is all.

Obi-Wan doesn’t say more, either. They settle on the couch, Anakin almost rushing to fish out the toolbox from its paper bag. Finally having two hands to work with again, he examines it with zeal. It’s a good set of tools, he knows it; he hasn’t been allowed to touch these things for years, but he still knows. It’s in his blood. He can still wire standard circuit boards for protocol droids (the slightly outdated type) with his eyes closed; can definitely assemble a cleaning-type mouse droid from scratch if he’s allowed to scavenge for parts. He smiles down at the lacquered handles and the durasteel glint, picking up and balancing each microscrew, each hexagonal wrench, each tiny plier.

“...I hope it was enjoyable for you,” Obi-Wan speaks up, all of a sudden.

Anakin turns to him, not bothering to wipe off his smile. “It was.” He chews on the inside of his cheeks. “I’ve never had so many things. Thank you.”

Obi-Wan studies him for a long moment, more intent than he ever did. By the look on his face, Anakin expects him to say many things, but he doesn’t. He just pats Anakin’s elbow, where the prosthetic is joined, and murmurs, “You’re welcome.” His eyes have a moist sheen to them, smiling though he is.

#raised as sith anakin #always a sith anakin #obikin #shatou writes #anakin skywalker #obi-wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi #it was fun writing this #i cant believe i wrote this in one go

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apricusss · 4 years ago

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when you are king. (zuko/fem!reader)

(i’ll post a zuko/gn! reader SOON i promise)

warnings: death, HEAVY ANGST, also slight mentions of blood

an (pls read): there is a song in this i recommend listening before u read its called "lavender's blue" and its a nursery rhyme. ALSO italics = flashbacks

summary: once he became for the firelord, zuko and (name) were going to spend the rest of their lives together. but it didn’t turn out the way it was meant to be.

word count: 1.3k

when you are king.

Life was a blur to (name) at this point.

She couldn't process what was happening.The best way to describe it would be a big, blue flash.

A cry of pain.

The sight of her love of her laying there, crushed and defeated.

(name)'s legs carrying her all the way across the grounds of the capital, and then collapsing next to her broken lover.

She hadn't even managed to notice that Azula had slipped away to find Katara, leaving (name) there on the training ground. But she knew Katara could handle herself. Her main concern was Zuko.

To say the least, he looked like hell.

His limbs were trembling uncontrollably, and he looked like he was on the verge of losing consciousness. (name)'s heart nearly shattered when she saw the deep red wound in Zuko's chest.

“Zuko…” The words practically fell from her lips. “Zuko, talk to me. Say something.”

No matter how badly he wanted to, Zuko's condition prevented him from accepting her request. He laid there, like a fallen leaf from an autumn tree.

“Please, Zuko,” (name) was begging, pleading with him desperately. “Talk to me, say something to me! Anything! Anything so I know that you're still with me! Please!”

In response, Zuko's eyelids fluttered shut.

The girl's voice broke, a sob escaping her lips soon after.

She hugged her sides, squeezing her eyelids tight so that salty tears flowed out of them. her entire body wracking and trembling as she hugged herself. She felt as if there was a cold hand gripping around her windpipe squeezing it so tight to the point that not an ounce of air was let in. Her soft sobbing turned into heartbroken wailing, as her mind told her that the love of her life was gone.

The world around her was falling apart, and now she was too.

Suddenly, (name) felt fingertips brush her cheek ever so gently. She opened her eyes, looking down to see the Zuko's eyes were open, and he had his eyes locked on to hers.

“(name)?”

His voice was weak and raspy, and he had to put in a tremendous amount of effort to force out a few words.

“Don't cry” he stroked her cheekbone with his thumb, wiping away tears as they came falling down. “Please, please don't cry. It's going to be okay.”

(name) looked down at him in disbelief. She had faith that he was going to win the Agni Kai, but that faith was diminished a fraction of a second when (name) saw him lying battered and broken on the concrete.

“Don’t leave,” she choked out. “Please.”

Zuko coughed, and managed to let out what (name) believed was a little chuckle.

“I can't,” his voice was getting weaker by the second. “It’s my destiny to become the new Fire Lord. I have to restore honor to my nation. I have to help bring a new era of Peace into the world. But most importantly…

“I need to make you my queen.”

When (name) heard those words drawn from his lips, her mind took her back to earlier that summer.

The sun was starting to dip below the sky. The grass was green and lush, the two lovers had been lying there, leaning on a tree, talking for a while.

Zuko had (name) in his embrace, holding her closely. She had an arm wrapped around Zuko's waist, her head leaning on his shoulder. Their legs were intertwined, the soft grass tickling their bare feet.

It was like time had stood still.

The two had been silent for most of the time. They were just happy to be in each other's company.

(name)'s eyelids flickered open when she heard Zuko say,

“I can’t believe I’m gonna be the Fire Lord.”

(name) looked up at him and smiled brightly. “I know, love. I’m so excited for you.”

Zuko didn’t return her smile, instead averting his eye and looking down at his legs.

“What’s wrong, Zuko?”

He took a minute to answer.

“What if… what if I’m not ready?”

“Zuko, honey,” she spoke sweetly, softly. “Your uncle said that the Fire Nation needed a ruler with unquestionable honor. And you can tell me about all the mistakes you’ve made, but you’ve come so far. And you did it all by yourself. And that is what I’m most proud of you for. You’ve achieved and accomplished so much, and I know you’ll accomplish so much more as the new Fire Lord.”

Zuko smiled warmly. “You’re too kind to me.”

(name) nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck. “It’s only because you’re the best.”

Zuko looked away for a moment, as if he were deep in thought.

“One more thing..”

“What is it, love?”

(name) could feel his heart pounding.

“When I become Fire Lord… you’ll be there with me, right?”

“Of course darling. I wouldn’t miss your coronation for the world.”

“No, that’s not what I mean. What I mean is-”

All of a sudden the realization hit her.

“Zuko…” (name) felt tears forming in her eyes. Happy ones. “I know what you mean.”

“Oh…” Zuko pulled himself away from (name) so he could stare deep into her eyes. Gently, he cradled his hands in hers, caressing her knuckles.

“(name)… will you be my queen?”

(name) let the tears fall. Grabbing his face, she pulled him into a warm, passionate kiss, as if she were saying yes. She felt his arms wrap around her, in a way to tell her that she was his, and only his.

When the two broke away, (name) pulled him into a tight hug.

“Nothing would make me happier, Zuko.”

Zuko had her on his lap, and was rocking her back and forth slowly.

“Well then… when I am king, you’ll be my queen.”

She could feel his pulse getting weaker by the second.

“Zuko…” (name)’s breathing was labored. She was panicking. “Zuko, stay with me. Stay with me, baby stay with me!”

“(name)…”

God, he sounded awful.

“Can you… can you do something for me?”

Her hand tightened around his when she heard him speak. She nodded. “Anything.”

“Can you-” he was cut off by a cough. (name) winced when she saw blood dripping from his mouth. Still, he managed to hold on.

He did it for her.

“Sing our song.”

(name) was in heaven.

The days that followed after Zuko's proposal were pure bliss.The others would often find her humming a playful tune, and dancing when she thought no one was watching. Everyone joked about how she was always on cloud nine.

She was marrying the love of her life.

How could she not be?

One morning, (name) was down by the stream, washing clothes in the cold, clear water. As she hung the clothes to let them dry, she sang to herself. Her voice was like a breath of spring: sweet, soft and breezy. As she hung the clothes, the words fell from her lips.

“Lavender’s blue, dilly dilly,

Lavender’s green,

When you are king, dilly dilly

I shall be queen…”

The grass tickled her bare feet as she twirled around freely.

Little did she know, Zuko was admiring from afar. He leaned against a tree and gazed at his girlfriend softly as she twirled about.

She seemed so graceful and elegant.

It was like the sun had blessed her.

“I love to dance, dilly, dilly

I love to sing

When I am queen dilly dilly

You shall be king…”

Zuko smiled sadly as he listened to her sing to him.

It might’ve been the last sound he’d ever hear.

“Who told me so, dilly, dilly

Who told me so?

I told myself dilly dilly

I told me so.”

(name) didn’t know how much more of this she could take. She could already feel him growing colder as time passed.

“Lavender's green, dilly, dilly

Lavender's blue

If you love me, dilly, dilly

I will love you”

His eyes began to close.

“Lavender’s blue… dilly, dilly

Lavender’s.... Green,”

(name)’s heart stopped as she heard Zuko’s low, broken voice finish the last lines of the song.

“When I am king, dilly dilly

You shall be queen”

His hand fell from her cheek.

And that’s when (name) finally broke down, knowing that her king ceased to exist.

#atla #zuko #zuko x reader #zuko x fem!reader #zuko angst

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peachyproserpina · 4 years ago

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Oops Pt. 2

Jason Roberts (SVU) x Fem!Reader

Part one here!

Here it is! It's kinda jumpy but I hope yall enjoy it! Tagging my love @glassbxttless for all your help with this and the fact it's dedicated to you!

TW: Smut, Alcohol, Drugs, Food, lots of Crying, mentions of abuse, mentions of Death, pregnancy, babies, swearing

As always! If I have missed a tag let me know and I will tag it!

You hiss when the cold jelly gets smeared on your stomach, you’re fucking pregnant, test after test after fucking test and you’re pregnant. You booked an appointment with Planned Parenthood as soon as they would let you and made Jason come with. They confirmed with a blood test that yes indeed you we’re pregnant and about 5ish weeks along at that point. You both looked at each other and the nurse could see the panic between you too. She sent you home with a stack of pamphlets as thick as your arm and assured you that you have options, even if you needed to make them quick.

That was 3 weeks ago when your bras still fit you, this isn’t your first ultrasound but the jelly never gets any better no matter how much you prepare. Jason is here, he’s insisted on coming to every appointment. He was clingy before but ever since you found out he’s been even worse. Watching the cameras and your location more so then before and having you facetime him whenever you’re out of the apartment. Clingy.

You’re at 12 weeks now and your monkey is about as big as a lime and really fucking with everything they can. You’re showing now, now matter how many layers or flowy dresses you put on, and between the cravings and the aversions (Chocolate is a go but for some reason tacos make you gag) you’ve put on a few pounds. Jason loves it, after the shock wore off and you both decided to keep it, always wanting kids but never knowing when. It just. Felt right. He picked up on your moods and cravings just as well as he did before and the fact your chest is so big now you cant even wear a bra is a plus. You’ve lost count of the amount of times you’ve been woken up with Jason between your thighs as soon as he’s home from work, or when he gently fucks you awake, big hand covering your whole bump and cooing praise in your ear before filling you with cum and letting you get the sleep you need. You’re both adjusting and determined to ‘keep you safe babygirl’ Jason got a promotion with a healthy wage and he’s kept you cooped up at home where he can watch you and his monkey.

“I’m so sorry you have to grow up without a Daddy monkey.” You’re gently rubbing your bump as you walk down the street, en route to your old apartment. The one right across the hall from Jason used to live, where his mom still lives.

“He’s just so dumb for telling grandma I’m going to kill him before you’re born I’m sure of it.” You don’t notice the looks from the people milling on the stairway of the building, too bust fuming at the fact Jason managed to do the one thing you asked him not to do.

Tell anyone.

You wanted to keep it until you knew the gender, maybe post something on your socials, call your family about it. Invite Estelle over for a dinner and let her know then. But nope, Jason as much as a mommas boy he is, spilled the beans a day after you asked him not to. Causing you to make your way to the old building for a ‘baby-baby shower’ with his mom, with a strict “No boys allowed!’ leaving Jason a mess as you walked around New York, knowing he was never far, always watching you helped calm him down. You don’t even have to kock before Estelle is rushing you in the door, and you can’t tell if it’s the spread she has thoughtfully laid out or the hormones but you’re already crying.

There’s cute little cakes, caffeine free tea, candies, chocolate, pickles, and everything else you have possibly been craving spread all over her kitchen table, you hug her close and try to stop your tears.

“Let's get you sat down before you hurt yourself honey.” She sits you in one of her kitchen chairs and brings you a tissue, you thank her as she hands you a cup of tea and you both settle in for the afternoon celebration. She’s dipped into the brandy and brought out all of Jason’s old baby stuff she’ll be sending you home with, you’re flipping through and laughing when you stop on a picture of newborn Jason being held in a man's arms. You furrow your brow and she picks up on that. “He was an awful man you know. Beat me black and blue and Jason too.” Her words take you by surprise, Jason never talked about his dad, just that he was a deadbeat and glad he was dead.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Jason never.” She cuts you off with a soft hand on your thigh before she gently rubs the top of your belly.

“He died young you know, I-” she takes a swig of brandy before she continues. “He beat Jason so bad he broke his arm. Can you believe that? Jason wasn’t much older then 7, still a baby and that bastard broke his arm.” You’re speechless as you flick your eyes between Estelle and the photo of Jason’s father. “He was sleeping around too. Thought I didn’t know, it was the 90’s of course I fucking knew when his pager was going off at all hours. He didn’t even have a pager for work.” You sniffle and nod your head, you really had no idea, Jason never talked about his father and you let it be.

“He shoulda known better, sleeping pills and coke are a dangerous mix you know. Add in some tramp and all the clubs he was going to it was bound to happen sooner or later.” She smiles at you then and you’ve seen that same smile on Jason, recognize that smile. That’s the one he gave you after he came over and installed the first camera. Your blood runs cold for a second before you’re pulled out of your head by Estelle flipping the page and cooing at how cute Jason was taking apart his first Nintendo console.

20 weeks, 5 months and you’re suffering. Your hips are aching and popping, there’s this nerve in your back that keeps pinching and sometimes it’s so bad you can’t even move. You can’t even sleep a full night before the little one is moving around or you’re dying from how hot it is. You whine as Jason gets up, jostling you awake.

“Jas no, come back to bed I finally got some sleep.” You’re making grabby hands at him and he walks around to your side of the bed and pressing kisses against your hair.

“I cant baby, we’re gonna have people over for your shower and I should clean up a little.” Jason is rubbing his hand up and down your belly as he talks, settling the little one and you can feel angry tears well up in your eyes.

“Do we have to? I don’t want to Jason, please?” You can feel the tears leak out now and you’re mad, mad at him, mad at your monkey for keeping you up, mad at yourself for getting pregnant. He kisses your tears before giving you a filthy kiss and teasing his fingers over your clit that makes you gasp and forget all about how mad you just were.

“You have friends come over and we get to know whether it’s a boy or a girl. Then we get to think about names. So no. I’ll get the bath ready for ya momma.” Jason's walking away before you can pull him back and demand he makes you cum. You shut your eyes and try to get ready for this day.

The party is easy breezy, gifts were exchanged, weird games were played, and your friends organized a cute revel, filling a box with so many pink balloons and streamers, and ribbon you’re sure you’re going to find them even after your baby is born. Jason’s getting nervous again, you’ve kicked everyone out saying you’re tired and they left without complaint.

“Whats wrong Jas? I can feel you worrying from over here.” You scoot over on the couch and make room for him, he moves from where he was cleaning stuff up and drops into the seat. He’s running his hands through his hair before you pull one to your lips and kiss it. He’s lets out the breath he was holding, letting the tension drop from his shoulders as he rests his head back on the couch. Spreading his long long legs out wide, you feel the pang of arousal as you eye up his thighs, his crotch the way his adam’s apple bobs when he smiles before he letting everything out.

“What if I’m not right for you? What if I’m just like my dad? I don’t think I’m good enough to raise your ba-” you cut off his tirade by straddling his thigh and rubbing your cunt against it. You whipped off your bottoms as soon as everyone left, just in your panties and a tank as you lounged and watched Jason. His head snaps up and he whimpers when he can feel you soak through his denim already. You pull his hands up to cup your chest, sighing as you catch your clit as just the right angle and he lifts up your heavy tits, giving your back a little bit of a break.

“You’re gonna be fucking perfect Jason.” You’re getting desperate and the way Jason is looking at you like you single-handedly hung the stars in the sky is feeding your ego and your arousal. His chest is rising and falling just as fast as yours is and his cock has filled out so fast he’s light headed. You keep going, so desperate after that little tease this morning you’re already close to coming and its not fair. Jason tenses his thigh under you and you gasp. “Do that fucking again Jas. Right now.” He whines and does as he is told, as the little change helps push you over the edge and you’re cumming, soaking his jeans and hungrier than before for his cock. You weave your fingers through his hair and yank, hard.

“Take your cock out right fucking now.” He’s nodding eyes glazed over as he rushes to do what you’ve asked. You don’t let up on the death grip on his hair, covering his neck with dark hickies and bites that he’ll have to cover up when he leaves for work. You feel the trail of precum as he frees his cock from his pants and it slides up your thigh, you pull back and when you see it, so angry red and big for you you grind down onto his thigh again and moan. You’re maneuvering yourself so you can sit on Jason's cock and ever the worrier he is, he's helping. Spreading his legs wider, his hands holding your hips so you and your belly can fit against him tight on the couch that is probably too small to be doing this on.

You let go of his hair, pull his lips to yours as you finally sit down on his cock, the moan you rip from your chest is almost as pretty as Jason’s sigh.

“You’re so fucking tight for me baby girl. So fucking hot.” Jason's mouth is running and you huff, not happy he’s coherent enough to do so. You kiss him again, nipping on his bottom lip hard as you start to move. His hands are everywhere, your tits, your thighs, your back pulling you close so he can shove his tongue down your throat. You haven’t been at this long but you can feel the orgasm building right at the base of your spine, where lately it’s only hurt. It’s not long before Jason has a thumb on your clit and a nipple in his mouth. You hold him close to your chest as you bounce bounce bounce on his big dick.

“Fuck I'm gonna cum Jason. Please keep doing that.” You tilt your head back and grind yourself onto him, you’re so fucking close and you can feel from the way Jason’s pulsing inside of you he’s not too far off either. He pinches the nipple he doesn’t have in his mouth hard and that's enough to tip you over the edge, soaking his lap yet again as you cum. Thighs shaking tense as you clamp down on Jason’s length and he is right behind you. Filling you up to overflowing with his cum, messy as you both come down.

“JASON!” You’re frantic as you call for him,m knowing damn well he is not there. You can feel your water pool where you're standing in the kitchen. Of course the ONE DAY Jason has to go into work your water breaks. You reach for your phone that's ringing as you shift worriedly in your spot in the kitchen.

“What's wrong babygirl?” Jason’s on the other line, frantic, you can hear shouting in the back. It might be his boss but you’re starting to freak out and the first contraction hits and you wail. “Baby, talk to me, I can see you but the cameras don’t have microphones yet.”

“I- my water just broke Jas, I just had a contraction I need you here.” You’re crying, panicking and you can hear Jason huff and puffin your ear. He’s surprisingly calm on the other end as you sniffle into the phone, trying to remember those stupid breathing exercises you learned about in that Virtual birthing class you both took.

“I’m almost home love, can you get to the bag near the door?” You move, stiff and awkward but you’re moving. “Good job baby girl. Get to the bag by the door and I’m almost home. We'll get you to the hospital soon, promise.” You’re taking those deep breaths as you waddle to the door.

“Jas, how are you almost home? It takes 20 fucking-” you gasp as you feel another twinge and take big gulps of air. “You’re 20 minutes away if you take the train.” You’re puzzled as you hear him breathing heavy through the line.

“I just ran. It’s faster.” You nearly drop the phone at that.

“You did not! Jason! You are going to die!” You’re laughing and you can hear his footsteps pounding, you’re at the go bag by the door and you try to bend over to pick it up and nearly fall over. You’re still not fucking used to being this big. The door slams open as you’re resting against the wall bag as your feet and ruined clothes. Jason's there, your man, your creepy fucking neighbor who spied on you and now got your pregnant. He’s sweaty, he really did run all the way from work for you and the thought makes you want to laugh and cry at how much you fucking love him. But then another contraction hits and you're crying out in pain again. He’s picking up the bag at your feet before he’s helping you step into some slides and gently ushering you down the stairs to Estelle's car that is waiting to take you to the hospital.

One Epidural and 14 hours of labor later you have your baby girl, Delilah Stella Roberts, sleeping against your chest and Jason is trying not to cry as she has him already wrapped around her finger.

#jason x reader #jason svu #adcu fanfiction #adcu fic #jason roberts (svu) x reader #reader insert #tw: drugs #tw: swearing #tw: anxiety #tw: food #tw: pregnancy #I really hope yall like this #sorry if it feels rush #but i did have fun reading it #peachy writes

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writemekpop · 5 years ago

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City Lights | Wong Yukhei (Lucas)

Pairing: Wong Yukhei (Lucas) x Reader

Summary: Being a single mother isn’t doing wonders for your dating life. That is, until you meet your gorgeous neighbour Lucas. You try to stay away, but it's getting harder to resist his charm. Will you be able to let a new man into your life?

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Suggestive

Word Count: 2.9k

The lights of Hong Kong glittered in the distance as you watched through the glass wall of your new apartment. It felt strange moving into a new city on your own, free from your ex-husband Yuta. Well, you weren’t really on your own; you had your two-year-old daughter, Nara.

You had to admit that getting pregnant at twenty-four and ending up a single mother wasn’t in your life plan, but two years down the line, things were working out alright.

“Mummy look!” Nara said, peering down at the twinkling cars below. “They’re funny, aren’t they?” you cooed in response.

You had nearly finished unpacking; you just had to bring one more box into your apartment. You walked out into the corridor, your red heels clicking on the marble floor. You hauled the box inside, leaving the front door ajar.

You spent the next few minutes sorting through the contents of the box. “Honey look, here’s the alphabet book you were looking for,” you called out. Hearing no response, you looked up from the box. Your daughter was nowhere to be seen. “Nara?” you called louder this time. Still no response.

You dashed out into the corridor, calling her name a few more times. There was only one other apartment on this floor, so she couldn’t have gone far. You hadn’t had the chance to meet the neighbours yet, and you prayed that they weren’t serial killers.

Then, you heard the unmistakable giggling of your daughter. You rushed around the corner to see Nara babbling away happily with a young man. He was crouched in front of her, with one knee on the ground smiling at the completely unfazed toddler.

“Nara!” you called out. Two smiling faces turned in your direction. “Mummy!” Nara squealed, running to you with arms outstretched. You picked her up her lovingly, finally able to relax.

You turned to the handsome stranger, your eyes widening as you scanned him from head to toe. Now that he was standing, he towered over you – he was easily over six foot tall. His skin was a gorgeous dark caramel, and you wondered if it would taste as good as it looked.

You noticed the man’s large brown eyes raking over your body, a smirk forming on his full lips. You didn’t really mind - you were used to men staring at you. But you’d never seen a man as handsome as the one who stood before you now.

You realise that neither of you had broken the silence, so you decided to step in. “Thanks for finding my daughter,” you said, smiling up at him.

“No problem,” he replied, his voice deep and velvety, “She’s an angel, wouldn’t want her getting lost.” Nara buried her face into your neck, her little hands toying with your necklace. You smiled back at the gorgeous man, admiring the dimples that formed on his face.

“I’m Lucas by the way. Welcome to the building,” he said.

“Thank you, I’m Y/n,” you said, “And this little one is Nara.”

“She’s beautiful…” he said, “just like her mother”. Lucas smirked, his dark eyes twinkling in the corridor lights. Your eyes went wide at his blatant flirting, a deep red blush tingeing your cheeks.

“Thanks. You’re… you’re not so bad yourself,” you replied, cringing slightly at your words. You were a bit rusty in the dating department; since Nara came along, you’d not dated much.

Lucas chucked, bringing his large hand up to cover his mouth. His eyes crinkled beautifully as he replied, “I know, right?”.

You and Lucas chatted for a few minutes, and you found yourself quickly growing comfortable in his presence. Then, out of the blue, he said “You should take my number”.

“Oh really, and why is that?” you said. Now it was your turn to smirk.

“It’s important to be friendly with your neighbours,” he replied.

“Oh, so you’re just being friendly?” you said, enjoying teasing the handsome man who stood before you.

“Of course!” he winked at you and flashed a dazzling smile. “I’d love to take you on a date sometime,” he continued.

“Bold of you to assume I’m single,” you said. Although your exterior was cool, you were melting on the inside.

“I mean, a gorgeous girl like you, I’m sure you’ve got loads of guys after you,” Lucas said. “But umm, the little one mentioned that the two of you lived alone. I just assumed!” he said, looking bashful and rubbing his large hand against the back of his neck.

“I am single…” you started “But I just moved here, and I need a bit of time to settle in.” You weren’t sure if you could let someone new in; now that you had Nara in your life, your priorities were different. Lucas’s face fell, and you found yourself regretting what you’d said.

“Wait…” you said, struck with a strong desire to see that gorgeous smile again. “If you really do want to go on a date, how about you ask me again in… in fifty days’ time?” you said, a blush creeping up your cheeks. Maybe by then, you’d have space in your life for Lucas.

Lucas smiled quizzically. He stepped closer to you and softly placed a hand on your arm, “Fifty days, you say?” he whispered, leaning in. “I’ll definitely be worth the wait”.

Lucas waved goodbye and left. You hadn’t expected a run-in with a handsome stranger on your first day in Hong Kong, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t intrigued.

Over the next few weeks you bumped into Lucas everywhere: in the elevator, in the hallway, a couple times in the bakery across the street. Each time, Lucas would crack a flirty joke and flash you a smile that sent your head spinning.

You’d learnt quite a bit about Lucas. For example, you found out that he was twenty-three (three years younger than you, but as Lucas always said, when it comes to love, age doesn’t matter). You were realising that Lucas was not just a pretty face. But you had to admit, his face was very, very pretty.

-----50 days later-----

It was a breezy Saturday afternoon, and you were waiting for the elevator to go up to your apartment. You had your sleeping toddler in one arm, and bags of groceries in the other.

Unsurprisingly, Lucas was on your mind. Just as you were picturing his lips, you felt a hand touch your shoulder. You spun around to see the man himself.

Lucas was wearing black sweatpants and an Adidas T shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing off his sculpted biceps. He had headphones around his neck, and the sheen of sweat that lightly coated his skin made him glisten.

“Hey gorgeous!” Lucas boomed, gesturing to carry your bags for you, which you gratefully accepted. “Do you know what day it is today?” he asked.

“Saturday?” you replied coyly. You knew exactly what day it was.

“Well yes,” Lucas replied, laughing slightly. “But more importantly…” he leaned in so he could whisper into your ear, “It’s been fifty days”.

Your heart fluttered at his closeness - you could actually feel the heat radiating off his body. “So, what do you say? Can we go on a date?” he asked, smirking slightly, like he knew the effect he had on you.

You smiled and beckoned him into the elevator. Lucas grinned cockily and followed you in. “I’d like that,” you said, after a pause. Lucas clasped his chest and let out a comically loud sigh. “Yes!” he exclaimed, “Name a place and time, princess, and I’ll be there”.

As the elevator ascended, the two of you agreed to cook dinner in your apartment next Saturday. You were secretly relieved you wouldn’t need to find a babysitter for Nara – she would be fast asleep in her room.

Over the next week, warm brown eyes invaded your dreams every night. You tried on countless date outfits, and Nara enjoyed the mini fashion show you put on for her. In the end, you settled for deep purple bodycon dress, black lace thigh-high socks and red lipstick that complimented the richness of your skin tone.

The evening of your date had finally arrived, and Nara was asleep in her bedroom, right next door to yours. She’d had some trouble sleeping through the night, but you prayed that this time she would.

As the clock struck eight, you heard a knock on the front door. You walked to the door and pulled it open, taking a second to look at the man standing before you.

Lucas was leaning on your door frame, checking you out with a satisfied smirk. The way he was dressed made it clear he knew what made him look good. He was wearing a blue velvet jacket with trousers to match. His shirt clung to his chest and highlighted the hard muscles that lay beneath, its stark white colour contrasting his golden skin. A black bow tie lay open carelessly around his neck and his dark hair was styled up. He looked absolutely gorgeous.

You noticed that Lucas was holding a punnet of strawberries and a can of whipped cream. You raised your brows quizzically as you let him inside. “Chocolates and flowers are too cliché, right?” he said. You chuckled as he set his gift down on the table and pulled you in for a hug. You sighed contently as you felt his strong arms wrap around you, revelling in his cinnamon musk and feeling very secure.

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“Argh!” Lucas bellowed as he staggered around the kitchen, eyes watering. You stood watching him, one hand clutching your stomach in laughter. You had made sushi for dinner, and Lucas had boasted about how much wasabi he could eat. Let’s just say he was now paying the price.

You looked around frantically until you found something that could help. “Here, open your mouth!” you said, still laughing. You sprayed some whipped cream in his mouth. After a few more sprays, the fire in Lucas’ mouth had finally calmed down, and he was giggling too, his lips and chin now completely covered in cream.

“You saved me!” Lucas yelled. “Come here…” he said mischievously, placing one hand on your waist and the other on your chin, tilting your head up. Lucas puckered his cream covered lips and leaned towards to you.

You squealed and tried to wriggle away, but Lucas’ grip on you was firm. Plus, he was hard to resist, so you let his lips touch yours in a sugary kiss. You licked the cream that was now on your lips and smiled as he stepped back, his cheeks tinged red.

After the meal, the two of you moved to the couch. An empty bottle of wine sat on the table in front of you, the alcohol making your blood hot with desire. You were lying down with your head on the arm of the sofa and your legs draped over Lucas’s lap.

Lucas’s large hands rested lightly on your knees, and as you talked, you felt his fingers ghost the skin of your thigh. Each time he touched you, a warm buzz ran through your body.

After a while, you were done with talking – you just wanted his lips on you. And this time not just for a little kiss.

“Lucas…” you purred. You looked up to him and saw his eyes darken with understanding. As you were about to move onto his lap, Lucas held you in place with a strong hand on your shoulder. “Let me,” he whispered.

Lucas moved so that his legs were straddling your waist on the sofa. You reached your hand up to caress the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. The feeling of Lucas’ soft lips on yours was dizzying. You drew him closer, deepening the kiss and revelling in the feeling of Lucas over you.

Soon, your kisses got rougher, and you could feel Lucas responding to the change in pace. You ran your fingers though his dark hair and tugged, eliciting a low moan from the boy.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” you said, softly pushing Lucas off you. He nodded eagerly. His cheeks were flushed, and his shirt ruffled. You held his hand and walked quietly past Nara’s room.

Softly shutting your bedroom door, you kissed Lucas again, your hands tangling in his hair. The weight of his body on yours had you stepping back until he pushed you onto the bed. You lay back, propping yourself up on your elbows as you admired the view in front of you.

Lucas stood at the foot of the bed, smirking as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He tossed his shirt to the floor, pulling off his bowtie in the process too. Your eyes traced down his abs, imagining what it would feel like to rake your nails down them.

Lucas climbed onto the bed, staring hungrily at you. You pulled him closer, intent on kissing him again, but he shook his head and stopped you before you could. “Take off your dress,” he said. You pouted slightly but obeyed, slowly easing the purple garment off your body.

As you began to pull down your socks, Lucas placed a hand on your thigh. “Leave them on,” he said with a sly grin. Lucas stroked the bare skin of your tummy, the rough pads of his fingers leaving a fiery trail from your navel, sneaking dangerously lower.

Just as his hand reached the lace of your underwear, you heard a wail from the next room. Your hand quickly clasped his and halted his actions. Urging Lucas to be quiet, you strained to listen more closely. “That sounds like Nara,” you said, the concern evident in your voice.

Lucas pushed your hand off his and continued to tug down your underwear. “Wait!” you said, grabbing his hand again, “She must be having a nightmare.”

“She’ll be fine, just forget about her…” Lucas said, paying no attention to the worry spreading across your face.

“Forget about her? Are you being serious?” you snapped, staring at him incredulously. Lucas stared back at you blankly, his large eyes wide.

You shoved Lucas off you and left the bed, the mood shattered. "You’re just gonna leave me like this?" he asked, which only made you more annoyed.

You pulled a dressing gown over your exposed body. You expected Lucas to be different, but you should have known better.

“Maybe you should just get out of here,” you mumbled, avoiding his gaze.

Without waiting for a response, you left the bedroom and walked into your daughter’s room. Nara was sat on the bed, tears rolling down her chubby cheeks. “It’s ok baby, it’s just a dream,” you said, wrapping your arms around her.

It took longer than expected to calm Nara down. You heard a door thud and assumed that Lucas had walked out. As Nara was drifting off, you began to regret what you had said. You had certain priorities as a mother, but how was Lucas meant to understand that? Maybe you had overreacted.

Around an hour had passed before Nara finally fell asleep, and you were sure Lucas had left by now. Not ready to face your empty bed, you went to the living room and stared out of the window down at the twinkling lights of your new city.

Lucas had been nothing but kind to you both these past fifty days, and the idea of not seeing that sweet smile again was more than you could bear.

Staring out into the night, you decided that Lucas deserved a second chance. You would make amends, starting with going over to his place first thing in the morning and talking everything over.

You rushed to your bedroom with a newfound resolve, eager to fall asleep, if it would make tomorrow come quicker. You opened your bedroom door and flicked the lights on. You gasped when you saw what was in front of you. Lucas was fast asleep on your bed. He had stayed!

Lucas’s long tan limbs were stretched out on the duvet, and faint snores escaped his lips. Your heart swelled at the sight. You quickly dimmed the lights, not wanting to startle him.

Lucas was starting to stir. “Babe?” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes, “How is Nara? Is she alright?” he sat up, concern creasing his brow.

“She’s alright,” you said softly, walking closer towards the bed.

“I’m so sorry for earlier, I don’t know what came over me, of course I care about Nara! I- I should probably go,” Lucas blurted out.

“It’s ok baby,” you said, moving to sit on Lucas’s lap, “I don’t want you to go”.

You placed a kiss on Lucas’s neck, closing your eyes as you felt his hands hold your hips. “It’s okay, I know you care,” you mumbled into his neck.

Lucas was fully awake now, and he placed soft kisses on your fingers. At the feeling of his strong thighs under you, a wave of lust washed over you.

You carefully placed one of your hands on his thigh and stroked his skin, eyes fixed on his face to read his mood. Lucas flexed his thigh under your touch, understanding your intentions.

“How about we finish what we started?” you whispered.

“Good idea,” Lucas said, as he pulled off your robe and pushed you down onto the bed.

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valmalfoy · 4 years ago

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Hello, honey! I saw the requests were open) Would you like to write Young!Sirius x reader With reader being optimistic everything, calm, A-Student, and Sirius mildly despises her, because she’s too “perfect”, but she’s friendly. But than something happens to him, she helps him to calm down, he snaps at her, because she wouldn’t ever know what’s that like, but turns out she has actually been through the similar situation, so she taught herself to see the good sides? I hope u like it 🤍🤍

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings: angst, jealous sirius ;), mad sirius but an all around fluffy ending.

A/N: I absolutely adore Sirius Black and couldn’t wait to write this one. I made this based in autumn and the reader is a slytherin (because I love cross house relationships and I thought it’d make the feud between them a bit more interesting.) Enjoy and as always thank you for requesting! <3

Y/N was a perfect student. Perfect grades, excelling in every class she attended and she made it look so effortless. Everything came to her so easily in class. They could be studying one of the hardest subjects at hogwarts at she’d make it look as easy as flying a broom when really it felt like trying to catch a rather difficult golden snitch. She was also undoubtedly gorgeous, nobody could dispute that. Her most striking feature always catching the eyes of boys from all the houses. But above all, she was kind. Which some found odd considering her house, the house of the cunning. Always offering to help that first year find their way to class or Gryffindor with a tricky question. She was one that could be unforgettable. You know, the type that you could walk past on the street and not know a single thing about them and daydream about your future with her. And to his friends disbelief, Sirius despised her. They could never pinpoint why because he always seemed to bring her up when he returned to the Gryffindore common room or during class when she was simply writing notes down on parchment paper.

“If you hate her so much, then explain to me why she is always on your mind.” James whispered to Sirius with his arms crossed and eyebrows knitted together. Sirius glared at his friend, trying to focus on the notes that Professor Mcgonagall read to the class rather quickly.

“How could you even ask that question, Potter.” James put his arms up in a surrendering position.

“Merlin, sorry.” James mumbled, “Didn’t know it was such a touchy subject.”

“It’s not a touchy subject. I would like to focus on my notes, please.” Sirius hunched over his parchment paper and continued to scribble out his messy handwriting.

“It must be because every girl would do anything at will just go get a glance from you but she won’t even look your way or acknowledge you.” James said with a sigh before leaning back into his chair. Sirius’s head whipped to look at Potter with his jaw hanging.

“I’m not even going to entertain what you just said, James.” Sirius warned before earning a quiet laugh from James. Sirius’s eyes drifting to across the classroom where Y/N quietly wrote. He noticed that whenever she was focused on something, she’d tap her foot under the desk quietly. He wondered if it were a specific song she’d tap it to or it was something she did absentmindedly. Sirius shook the thought of and continued with his notes.

It wasn’t until a couple weeks later that he’d speak to the girl that everyone knew of for the first time.

It was when the leaves had shifted from a green to red, yellow and orange. The sky turning a warm grey color and the weather got colder, everyone wearing wool sweaters now instead of cotton t-shirts. And much to Sirius’ notice, other students started receiving letters, clothes and packages full of everything fall from their families back at home. Writing about how they missed their company during this season. And just like every other year that Sirius attended hogwarts, he never received anything from his parents. Sirius knew exactly why and so did his friends. He wasn’t like his family. He never exactly fit in during family dinners, oh and let’s not forget he didn’t carry on a long line of tradition by sorting into the house of slytherin. So this time of year was rather difficult for him. He never understood the joy of autumn.

One breezy morning in the great hall, Sirius sat with his friends at the Gryffindor table. He watched as the excitedly teared into packages and read their letters from family. Sirius quietly excused himself from the table although he was sure his friends wouldn’t notice he was gone with all of the goodies that laid in front of them. But a certain girl watched him leave in a hurry and out to one of the courtyard’s. He often came out here to relax, listening to the leaves crunch under his shoes and get some fresh air. But today he simply sat on a bench and did his best not to lash out.

“Sirius Black, is it?” A calming voice was heard only a couple feet away from him. When he looked up from his lap his breath was caught in his throat when his gaze fell upon Y/N Y/L/N. And for an endless moment their eyes met.

“What’s it to you.” He nearly growled.

“Mind if I sit?” She asks. And if Sirius could describe her voice it would be as sweet as honey and as soft as silk. Although, he’d never admit that.

“Out of all the benches you choose this one?”

“Please.” How could he said no, she was being polite about it.

“Right then.” Sirius said before scooting over on the bench. “What does the golden girl want?” He snapped, earning a confused gaze from her.

“Here.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a letter, sealed with with a green wax.

“I don’t want your pity.” He said just not yet taking the letter from the girl.

“Believe me, I know that.” She shook her head looking down at the letter. “But I also know that you don’t receive letters from your parents.”

“How did you-?” He tried to say but he was quickly cut off.

“It’s easy to pick out the people that are like yourself.”

Sirius scoffed at her words, “As if you’re anything like me. You’re absolutely perfect and i’m well.. not.”

“I am so far from perfect.” She shrugged, still holding tightly onto the letter so the small breeze would not carry it away. “I don’t receive letters from my family either.”

“You don’t?” Sirius asked in disbelief.

“My parents are hufflepuffs. I wish I could’ve seen the look on their faces when they found out I was sorted into Slytherin. They say they don’t mind but I haven’t gotten a letter since my third year.” She laughed at the last bit. “Holidays aren’t so fun either. But I tend to look on the good side of things.” Y/N held the letter out to Sirius before he hesitatly took it. She stood up from the bench, pushing her hands into her coat picked before smiling as a signal of an wordless goodbye. She turned on her heels and headed into the warmth of the Hogwarts school.

As soon as she was gone, Sirius carefully opened the letter and began to read:

“Dear Sirius,

Your friends care about you a lot more than they tend to lead on. I will say I was quite shocked to hear of your sudden interest in my whereabouts in the school. But besides the things you’ve said about me, your friends brought to my attention that you were never really close with your family. James’ somehow knew about my situation as well and no matter what I say will not tell me how he got this information.. He thought that maybe if we talked that we could resolve this conflict you have towards me and that you’d find something in me to relate to.

While I may not be a close relative or someone you particularly like, i’ve decided to write you letters so you don’t look so left out. You don’t have to say they’re from me either. Because how embarrassing would that be, right? I guess it doesn’t matter, so do what you will with my letters.

Sincerely,

Y/N Y/L/N.”

With a smile now growing a permanent home Sirius’ face, he tucked the letter deep into his pocket so as it not to fall out when he walked back into the school. Maybe Y/N wasn’t so bad after all.

#sirius black imagine #the marauders #sirius black x reader #sirius black #young!sirius black #young!sirius black imagine #young!sirius black x reader #autumn #requests #valmalfoy requests #harry potter

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sequackquack · 4 years ago

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Takami Babies

So in a bored moment I came up with baby names and then some hawks inspired baby names. I don't ever see a lot of pregnant/parent hawks stuff so I wrote my own that is also inspired by @bbq-hawks-wings

Phoenix and Soarin Takami twins born on the cool September 22nd night. Actually night and morning your daughter born first a strong Virgo. And your son a gentle Libra. Their birthstones being Sapphire and Opal being born at the end of September. Your daughter was born quite late into the night while your son was the next morning. You started labor around 6-7 o'clock you remember seeing the beautiful sunset behind your husband. His wings making a beautiful silhouette against the painted sky. Your daughter arrived several hours later at 11:15 pm September 22nd. And much like the traits of her sign she was very determined to be born and did not want to wait for you it was difficult getting her out. Your son on the other hand could wait and was a much more mellow process. He was born at 7:55 am September 23rd. You saw the sunrise the same as it had set when you began labor. Beautiful oranges and yellows bouncing through the sky leaking into to the room. Your daughter 7 lbs 9 oz. Had dark blonde hair. Not light enough to be a blonde but not a full brunette. A light toffee if you will. And undoubtedly had Keigo's golden glowing orbs with flecks of brown in them. Your son 6 lbs 2 oz. Has tuffs of dark brown hair with golden blonde tips. And the most beautiful eyes one emerald green the other a honey gold. Not as bright as Keigo or Phoenix but more of a brown.

As mentioned before it was a difficult time getting your daughter out than your son. Well that is because she definitely had her dad's family quirk. She has red little nubs on her back. Most children develop quirks around 5 but since Keigo had a mutation quirk your kids are more likely to be born with theirs. Once she was out Keigo cut the cord the nurses cleaned her up and gave her to him.

"She has wings love" he says crying. "She really has wings" he stated again. The only thing other then healthy beautiful babies Keigo wanted was for one of them to get his wings. "Hey there Phoenix. Your so beautiful and I am so happy your here. I love you so much baby girl."

After feeding, holding, and bonding with Phoenix you feel your son ready to make his entrance.

Your sitting in a bath and with a few pushes he's out. Dad cuts the cord again and you both go through a wave of emotions one more time. Just like your daughter he gives his baby a welcoming speech.

"Hey there Soarin your here, you finally made it. I can't believe how beautiful you are. I love you so much baby boy. " And just like his sister he goes to get checked out and cleaned up. While the nurses are taking care of your son your husband holds you still crying.

"You did it babe! You made, carried, and delivered not one but two beautiful healthy babies. I am so proud of you my love. Your so strong and such a trooper. I love you so much." All you could manage was a small smile and nod embracing him.

You guys had decided no visitors while still in the hospital just so you could just have the freedom to bond and be raw and emotional with your new family. Just after a few days of being alive Phoenix is his "Princess" and she is a total daddy's girl and has him wrapped around her chubby little finger. You both love both kids equally but being both avians he has a special bond with his daughter. Soarin is your bugaboo but he isn't necessarily a mommas boy. Definitely prefers mommy over daddy. But to be expected from a baby.

Both babies have various nicknames from the family Keigo has special birdie inspired names for them individually. Phoenix is his chickadee and Soarin is ------. You know Keigo has a thing for nicknames but, you thought you would have to share some of the same names as your children. Keigo feels that names are very important and special to each person just as important as your given name. You do have dove, lovebird, and baby bird those are specially for you. You're happy you still have baby bird even if you do quite literally have baby birds. And of course there is kid but that is his own slang much like ol' sport and Gatsby. He thinks it gives a playful kick to a sentence. You found amusing is that Keigo won't be calling he won't call his own kids "kid" until they are teenagers and are harder to handle. His little name for everyone has a timestamp for his own kids. But the only reason he uses it is to lighten up the mood or make something a bit playful in the same way Gatsby uses ol' sport. Keigo won't even use "kid" in the same sense as he does at work. Instead of a bit serious tone like "Watch it there kid you'll get yourself killed like that". For the kids he'll be more so silly like "Ugh you're killing me kid."But that's for the future right now you were both focused on the newly founded life in your arms.

~Le timeskip~

Your all at home sleeping in bed the twins in their bassinets on either side of the bed. Keigo talked you into the more expensive one that had an opening on the side and rolly wheels. Thank God you opted for that one cause it was much more accessible than a regular bassinet. Especially with Phoenix and her extra limbs you needed to worry for. She would usually be on daddy's side because if this. Like any other baby she would wake up every few hours for feeding time or a change. But being a newborn she had to sleep on her back which could cause her wings to rub raw. You and Keigo spent a decent amount of time cutting holes into her clothes and jammies for her wings to breathe. But that could only go so far. And each cry was for different things and when her wings hurt it was more of a fussy hiccup. Kiego soon figured out what cried meant what and found a solution to when her wings hurt.

He would pick her up and hold her for a few minutes hushing her telling her it'll be alright and she is strong enough to get through it. Then he would take her to change her diaper and put on some different clothes. Off came the footed pajamas and swapped with a pair of thick sweatpants, fuzzy socks, and a hat. He would also change out of whatever he wore to bed into sweats, a baby wrap carrier, and a thick winter jacket lined with fuzz on the inside. He would gently put her on his chest tying the carrier around them careful to avoid her wings. Then zipping his jacket over both him and his little girl. He would keep their shirts off intentionally so he could get some skin on skin bonding time and let baby's wings breathe for a minute. By the time they were dressed she was usually back to sleep but it was the next part that lulled her back into a deep sleep. Keigo would open the slider to the patio connected to your room and take off.

They wouldn't go to far or fast but just a casual fly. They fly over the city filled with bright lights. The air whipping around them as they flew out in the night sky. Keigo would hover overlooking the city and hold his daughters head to whisper just to her .

"When you are big enough princess you'll be able to fly with me and you'll love it up here bebs. Maybe even your brother will get wings and fly with us. But right now with you and these special moments I would trade the world just to stay like this forever."

Then he would make his way home to you and your son. Undressing and re dressing himself and phoenix. He would put her jammies back on check her diaper but hold her for just a little longer while looking out the large glass window.

"I know it's hard right now princess dealing with learning how to breathe,eat, hiccups, and darn little tummy aches. Not to mention these big ol wings that are just in the damn way. But your growing constantly everyday you get so much stronger and bigger. In just a blink of an eye you'll be taking your first steps and first flight. Don't worry we'll get there just get through this and you can do it. Okay princess? I promise."he'll kiss her once more and put her in the bassinet then sink into the bed.

"Have a good flight?" You startled him back awake a bit.

"Mm yeah, breezy night. Did I wake you?"

"No Soarin woke up as soon as you left and wanted cuddles."

"Ah so I did technically wake you up. Sorry babe." He kisses your forehead.

"It's fine. I said you didn't. Let's get some sleep." Keigo sighs in agreement and snuggles you some more.

Thanks for reading:) I have some more baby tamaki stuff coming on the way and even might make a series out of it! But let me know if some ideas you would like to see! I'm also thinking of given Phoenix, Phoe(fee) for short and Soarin So. Soarin also needs a special birdie nickname and middle name so let me know!

#kiego-takami #mha #hawks x y/n #takami-babies #mha imagines #hawks with kids

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euesworld · 4 years ago

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"Her voice is crafted with a gentle breeze on her lips, fire in every word.. a softness and strength in the way she speaks to me, and what I imagine if flowers could grow on a face.. she would have flowers growing out of her smile. She is beautiful, so, so beautiful in every way but that voice.. it softly tantalizes the soul like breezy fire or lies to a liar, but she is nothing so ugly. She is everything below and above me, she loves me even when I'm being ugly and that's a bit of something.. her voice kisses my soul with warmth and swarms of honey bees, as she is so sweet. So truly sweet to me like a dream, I believe that she is my Queen.."

She is everything that you see, hear, feel, see and love, want, need, and breathe in like sin.. she is all as I fall and fall from the balls of my big feet as my heart begins to beat - eUë

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harryskalechips · 5 years ago

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The one that got away

Word count: 2185

A/N Enjoy!

Gianna and Harry met a year back in a nightclub called Last Hope, little did they know this meet-cute was going to begin a new turmoil in their lives. That night, both of their hearts were broken by the people they loved the most. Gianna caught her boyfriend of three years sleeping with her sister while Harry was dumped by Mya, his girlfriend ever since the last year of university which was three years as well.

He ended his night walking into the club and heading straight to the bar. He wanted to forget the whole night, most likely his whole life.

As he heard a sweet voice order to the bartender though, he couldn’t help but turn to see what she looked like. “One Daiquiri please.” She was really pretty. He thought. She was wearing a silk rose gold dress that showed off her curves as her pretty long blond hair reached the perfect length mid-back. “Hi.” She smiles softly and leans forward onto the bar’s table to stand up more properly. He nods back and gives a soft smile back.

Gianna was feeling butterflies in her stomach for the man who was sitting less than 6 feet apart from her. She wasn’t even thirsty, she just wanted to stand a bit more closer to him to see the tinier details of his face. “Are you here alone tonight?” She yells a bit louder to catch his attention. He looks up and frowns.

“Yeah. Yeah, I am actually.” She nods with a slight pout. How can a pretty man be in such a bad mood?

“I can keep you company if you would like?” She asks sweetly.

“Here, you go ma’am.” As she was about to reach for her card, Harry interrupts.

“Marcus put it on my tab, please Let this lady enjoy her free drink.” Marcus nods right away and walks back to the computer.

“Wow, thank you so much. I actually never had someone buy me a drink before so thank you.” Gianna walks closer to him. He laughs and finishes his drink in one go.

“You’re welcome, love.” Gianna was so entranced by the rings on his fingers that she didn’t know how to walk away or start up a new conversation. Harry noticed her silence. “Um, maybe you should get back to your friends or your boyfriend. Don’t wanna keep you here too long. Wasn’t tryna hit on you, thought I could buy you a drink that’s all.” Little did she know, Harry bought her the drink because he wanted some company from the only girl in this club who bothered asking if he was alright.

“Well, I came with one of my friends here tonight but she left with this guy.” She showed a real bummed out face that all Harry wanted to do was hug her.

“Well, how about we spend the night together.” He pauses, “I mean we spend the night drinking.” She laughs and takes a seat beside him.

“To be honest with you, I really need a drink. My boyfriend well now ex, I caught him sleeping with my sister yesterday.” His eyes widened as he lets a blow out of his mouth. “Yeah, I know it’s fucked up.” She takes a huge sip of her drink.

“I mean I’m not in the same situation as you but my girlfriend broke up with me today out of the blue.” “Did she give you a reason why?”

“She said she was feeling restricted in our relationship,” Harry orders a new round of drinks as he feels himself becoming tipsier.

“Maybe, Adam felt the same way so he cheated on me.”

“Gianna, no one should ever have an excuse for why they cheated. I may not know you that well but you’re too pretty to be cheated on, sweet too.”

“Thanks, Harry.” She brushed her hair away from her face. She didn’t know how to feel comfortable around him. Not only was he a stranger, but he also seemed so intimidating but what made her want to know more about him was his personality and his beautiful eyes. “How old are you by the way?”

“25” He plays with one of his rings, “What about you?”

“22,” I smile and take a new sip of the mysterious drink he ordered. “I’m in my last year of school. I’m finishing up, majoring in Biochem.”

“Wow, so you’re a smart girl too. Planning on going back to school?”

“Maybe? I don’t know.”

The night went on forever yet Harry and Gianna were in their own little bubble laughing with each other. The heartbreaks they both felt became less painful as they sat beside one another, enjoying each other’s company. One thing to also mention is that they were pretty drunk.

“Have I ever told you that you have really pretty eyes?” Gianna comes closer to Harry’s face. She rests her chin on her arm as she watches his cheeks redden. He smiles and mimics her reaction.

“Have I ever told you you’re really beautiful?” Harry murmurs as he watches her reaction. She shakes her head sweetly. “Would you like to come back to mine?”

The night was breezy yet both of their bodies were flushed with the need of feeling each other. Gianna keeps her hands wrapped around Harry’s neck as he tries to bring them into the bedroom.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. I need to taste you.” He sets her on his bed as she moves up to his headboard. He kisses the smooth skin of her thighs as he reaches her sweet honey. His hands moving her dress up to her hips as Gianna sits up and takes the dress off. His mouth latches onto her, making sure to suck on her little nerve and put his tongue exactly where she needed it the most. “You taste so good, baby. I can’t get enough of you.”

“Harry.” She moaned as she kept her fingers intertwined with his hair. He takes his fingers and puts it in her mouth.

“You look so good like this.” He whispers in her ear as he moves his mouth to suck on her neck and give love to her lovely breasts. He puts his fingers in her without a warning as she melts in his bed. He kisses her and nibbles on her ear, whispering all the dirty things he wants to do to her.

“Harry, I want you.”

“Are you going to beg for me, Gianna?”

“Harry please.”

He takes his clothes off and grasps a hold on his cock, pumping it twice. He paints her pussy a couple of times before putting it in. “Fuck, are you on birth control?”

“Mhm.” She grasps onto the back of his shoulders as he lifts her legs over his shoulders, spreading her far more wide. Moans coming out from both of them. “So, this is what it feels like having sex with someone after being with the same person for a long time.” Harry laughs and removes some hair from her face.

“I’ll make sure after tonight, you’re going to only want me to dick you down.” He goes faster as he lays down on the bed beside her so he can fuck her sideways. He reaches down and rubs her clit as he kisses her neck.”Bet I’m fucking you harder than that ex of yours that cheated? You’re so bloody tight, I don’t think he stretched you out at all.”

“Harry, fuck. You feel so good in me. Cum for me, make me feel good, please.”

He fills her with his warmth as she milks him so well. Their breathing syncing with one another as they’re soaked in each other’s presence.

And that night ended with them tasting each other’s skin and hearing each other’s heavenly sounds over and over again. It was not a one night stand but the night that Gianna and Harry fell into a complex relationship; Friends with benefits.

~1 year later~

Harry:

Are you coming over tonight? X

Gianna stares at her phone longer than usual. Lately, she’s been conflicted about Harry. When she first met him, she expected time would heal their wounds and they maybe would begin dating. Not in this case, however. As Gianna got over Adam and stopped talking to her sister, Harry kept all forms of communicating with Mya. Gianna would sometimes question why he still had pictures of her on his Instagram or why they still had dinner on some nights but she would like to think that they stayed friends even though, she knows Harry is still in love with this girl. Harry would also answer with short replies and brush the subject off. He always told her, “Baby, when we’re together let’s not talk about her. Today is about you and me.”

Gianna:

Would you like me to?

Harry replied almost instantly.

Harry:

I miss your cuddles X

Gianna:

Okay fine!

Gianna takes her coat without another thought and leaves her apartment knowing if she takes one more moment in her head, she’ll find an excuse to stay home. She gets in her car and drives straight to Harry’s.

“Hey.” Harry greets her inside his loft after he buzzed her in. She smiles softly and takes off her coat and tosses it onto one of his many white couches. He goes in for a hug and kisses the top of her head. “I missed you.” Gianna stays quiet as she takes in his scent that she’s grown attached to. Harry pulls away and drags her to the couch with some pillows and a blanket. “Are you okay, Gianna? You seem really quiet baby?”

“Can you make me some tea please?”

“Of course.” Harry walks into his kitchen with confusion set into his mind. His stomach was growing with anxiety. He hasn’t seen Gianna since a week ago but he made sure to keep in contact with her. He doesn’t want to lose her too.

He sets her milk tea on his coffee table and sits beside her. “Do you want to talk?” She shakes her head and enters his arms. “Oh, you just want to cuddle?” No, I want to tell you I love you. Gianna thinks in her head.

“I know um- we’re not together but I was wondering if you can sleep with me like we were.”

“Gianna, What are you talking about? Is this why you’ve been avoiding me?” He pulls away from her as she becomes too interested in the pattern of the blanket. “I promise you, there’s not going to be a difference in how we have sex. Ever since I met you, I cared for you and now, that feeling has only become more intense.”

“Harry, We’ve been in this I don’t know what to call it- just for too long. I’m ready to settle down and find a boyfriend. I just- I just need to know that I’m not wasting my time being with you.”

“You think what we have is a waste of time?” He scoffs.

“We’re not together. I know that. I know we’re just friends but why in our apartments, when it’s just us two, it feels like we belong with each other. When we’re in public, I feel like all our moments do not count as if it’s just a fantasy.”

“Do you want me to ask you to be my girlfriend?”

“No.”

“What? What do you want from me then?” Harry was growing frustrated with Gianna. It’s not like she’s asking for too much but he just wasn’t expecting this from her.

“I want you, Harry! But if you’re going to be asking me just because, then screw it. I need you to want me the way I want you.”

“I don’t know if I want you that way.” He brings his head down and Gianna cries in her hands.

“I have to go, I’m sorry.”

“Gianna, can we talk about this?” “What do you want to talk about! Why are you always bothering me when you say you don’t want me!”

“I don’t know how I feel about you, I just know I really care about you and I need you.” “No, you need Mya. It’s the only reason why you keep me here on some nights. You’re waiting for her to take you back.”

“Gianna.”

“It’s true though isn’t it? Tell me, Harry. Have you been talking to her still because you expect her to take you back?”

“She broke up with me when she was going through a rough time. I love her, I can’t let her be alone.”

“You should have told me you were waiting for her before we continued whatever this is.”

“I never thought it was important.”

“Goddammit, Harry you’re selfish!”

“Don’t leave me please.” He stands less than 6 feet from her just like the night he met her at the bar.

“I gave you enough company. I have to go.” Gianna leaves his apartment in a blink of an eye. Harry sits on his couch, wondering if this is the girl that he allowed to get away.

Part two ici!

#Harry Styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles oneshots #harry styles angst #harry styles smut #one direction #one direction one shots #cute #harrystylesimagines #harry styles fluff #harry styles x reader #angst #Niall Horan #liampayne #harry styles fanfic #friendswithbenefits

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pikapeppa · 5 years ago

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Felassan/f!Lavellan: Complicated

Chapter 8 of The Love That Grows From Violence (Felassan x Tamaris Lavellan) is up on AO3! I’m a couple chapters ahead of my posting schedule and starting to get confused about what’s been posted and what hasn’t so here enjoy another early chapter sorry

~6390 words; read here on AO3 instead.

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Tamaris slept poorly that night.

Her head was buzzing with a jumbled mixture of thoughts. Felassan was at the forefront of them, naturally; her unruly mind kept reminding her of his playful tone when he teased her and the spine-tingling sound he made when they kissed, and the darkness behind her eyelids was put to shame by the memory of the lambent magic and lust in his eyes after she’d leaned away from his lips.

He made her uneasy.

No, that wasn’t fair; Felassan wasn’t doing anything to make her feel uneasy, and she was undeniably attracted to him. But somehow, that seemed to be the problem. It was the attraction that was making her feel uneasy. Her desire was diluted by some kind of weird trepidation that she was not at all accustomed to. She was drawn to Felassan, with his shit-eating smirk and his casual stories and his warm amethyst eyes. But when she thought too hard about getting more intimate with him, something inside of her quailed.

It was fucking frustrating. She hadn’t had this same kind of internal push-and-pull before sleeping with Bull, so why was it different with Felassan?

Furthermore, why was she obsessing about this when nothing should be happening between her and Felassan anyway? No matter what he said, his lust couldn’t genuinely be focused on her. It was the Tranquility cure and nothing more, so the point was moot.

So why the fuck was she still awake over this?

Felassan wasn’t the only problem keeping her awake, though. She was also anxious at the thought of the mana-building exercises that she was supposed to help him with in the morning. It had been years since she’d done the exercises that Solas had taught her. Not only was she rusty at them, but she wasn’t sure how well she’d be able to teach them to Felassan.

If Tamaris was totally honest, though, it wasn’t just her long hiatus or the teaching situation that concerned her; it was the thought of doing something that would be such a visceral reminder of Solas. There was a reason she’d stopped doing these exercises, after all.

As it turned out, that visceral reminder came sooner than Tamaris liked. In her haste to escape from Felassan earlier tonight, she’d forgone their usual nightly ritual of a cup of dream-blocking tea. So of course, as sheer luck and fucking irony would have it, this was the night that she had to dream of him when she finally fell into a fitful sleep.

She narrowed her eyes at the six-eyed wolf from atop the battlements at Skyhold. No matter how far away he was, whether it was the Frostback Basin or the Hissing Wastes or some strange verdant land she’d never seen before, it never felt quite far enough.

She glared viciously at him but didn’t say a word; she had never been able to find the right words to say during these rare and fragmented dreams. Instead of trying to speak to him — or more accurately, to yell at him — Tamaris had somehow decided that if she stared at him for long enough, she’d figure it out. If she kept her eyes on him, forcing him to meet her furious gaze, then maybe she’d finally see.

When she woke up the next morning, however, her half-awake mind was already losing the fragments of dream that she’d collected, and she could no longer remember what it was that she was trying to see in the first place. All she could remember was the impression of a sad and watchful wolf.

The unwanted dream of Solas, contrasted with the very wanted and oddly intimidating memory of kissing Felassan… it felt like too much to cope with first thing in the morning, especially with her usual awful morning headache. She was of half a mind to avoid Felassan by foregoing breakfast to sit on the roof and smoke instead, but she ultimately decided against it; avoiding him would just make her seem both churlish and childish.

It was thus a very surly Tamaris who made her way down the stairs for breakfast.

As usual, Felassan was lounging on his nest of silk cushions in front of the fireplace with This Shit Is Weird. Without saying anything to him, Tamaris went to the kitchen to fetch her breakfast. When she came to sit at her usual spot at the dining table, Felassan looked up.

His lips were curled with a knowing smile. Tamaris wilted slightly and dropped her eyes to her plate of fruit-and-creme-filled crȇpes. He was totally within his rights to say something about her abrupt departure from the roof last night — she had acted like a complete ass, after all — but that didn’t mean she was prepared to talk about it.

“I have a question for you,” he said.

She slumped even further and popped a bite of crȇpe in her mouth. “Mm?” she mumbled.

To her surprise, he didn’t ask about last night. Instead, he tapped the book in his hand. “The orb. The one that Fen’Harel gave to Corypheus. He doesn’t have it, does he?”

She relaxed slightly and swallowed her food. “No. It broke when we were defeating Corypheus. It was an accident, but I’m fucking glad now that it broke.”

Felassan nodded. “I suspected as much. I wonder where we would be now if it hadn’t broken?” He rose to his feet and came to sit beside her.

“We’d be dead, obviously,” she drawled. “He’d have ripped down the Veil by now if he had that stupid orb.”

“I wonder,” he said thoughtfully.

She looked up from her delicious crȇpes. “You really think he wouldn’t have done it? Seriously?”

“He hasn’t done it yet,” Felassan replied. He poured a cup of tea from the enchanted teapot on the table.

Tamaris eyed him incredulously. What was he trying to imply? “He probably doesn’t have the power. Which is fucking terrifying, really, considering what he was like when I last saw him.”

Felassan slid the cup of tea over to her, and she raised her eyebrows. “What, no coffee?”

He smiled at her. “We’ve been living together for barely more than a week, and already you’re a pampered princess?”

She blinked at him, then snorted. “Shit, you’re right. I’m sorry. These are amazing, by the way.” She tapped her fork lightly on her plate.

“Thank you,” he said graciously. “Drink that tea. It’s medicinal.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Is this the tea for my withdrawal?”

“Indeed,” he said. “Chock full of fresh herbs: your favourite.”

His smile was endearingly mischievous. She huffed and offered him a little smile in return. “You really do pamper me, you know.”

“If pampering you brings the rare beauty of a smile to your face, consider yourself perpetually pampered,” he replied smoothly.

She snorted and rolled her eyes. Despite his flirtation, she was starting to feel as relaxed as she usually did in his presence. There was nothing expectant or heavy behind the usual mischief in his eyes, and they’d been sitting here together for a good few minutes now without him bringing up the kiss. Maybe he was going to let her off the hook about it.

She lifted the cup to her lips and took a little sip, then grimaced. “Is this supposed to taste awful?”

He tsked. “Yes, Tamaris. Put some honey in it.”

“No, it’s fine,” she said. “It feels more medicinal without honey to cover the taste.”

He smiled faintly. “Wise of you. The good things in life don’t always come in the sweetest packages.”

She glanced at him. His tone was light and breezy, but his gaze was a bit pensive now as he surveyed her.

She dropped her eyes to her plate and took too big a sip of the tea, scalding her tongue in the process. Felassan, in the meantime, turned the conversation back to Solas. “So Fen’Harel had acquired additional power in the time between his departure and your meeting again. Power enough to remove the mark from your hand, it seems.”

His words were a statement, but Tamaris could see the question in his face. She sipped the tea again and gave him an arch look. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll spoil the ending of This Shit Is Weird if I answer your question?”

He grinned. “Terrified. I do love a good surprise ending. But I’ll forgo the surprise in this case.”

She sighed and cut another piece of crȇpe. “Yes. He was way more powerful when I saw him last than when he was with us. Petrifying qunari and setting off huge explosions…” The memory sent a shiver down her spine. “He must have done a lot of fancy fucking Fadewalking during the time he was off plotting our collective murders.”

Felassan nodded slowly and tapped his fingers idly on the table, and Tamaris paused with a bite of crȇpe halfway to her mouth. “You know something about how he got so powerful, don’t you?” she asked.

“I have a theory, but… I honestly cannot say for sure,” he said.

Tamaris lifted an eyebrow. “Are you going to tell me the theory?”

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll spoil the ending?” he said teasingly.

She gave him a flat look and wiggled her metal fingers. “This is the fucking ending, Felassan.”

He chuckled. “You make a strong point. I will tell you if you wish, but I would actually recommend that you be patient with me and let me read more of that book first.”

“Why?” she said suspiciously.

“Because at this point, it’s as fantastical a theory as a fire-breathing nug with halla’s feet,” he said. “I might as well read to you from a children’s book.”

Tamaris exhaled in annoyance, and Felassan lifted his eyebrows. “I’ll tell you, if you like. But I might end up being incorrect later.”

She stared hard at him for a moment longer, then relented and picked up her fork and knife. “Fine. Then tell me something you do know for sure.”

“Such as?”

She cut another piece of crȇpe. “Tell me… tell me what it was like for you when you first woke up.”

He chuckled. “Ah, when I first woke up, ever so long ago. All right. I mentioned to you that I was woken about twenty-five years ago. I—”

“Wait,” she interrupted. “Woken? You were woken up?”

“Yes,” he said.

“By what?” she asked.

He raised one eyebrow. “You mean by whom.”

His expression was rueful, and Tamaris gaped at him. “Did… wait. Solas woke you? But — how is that possible? He was in uthenara too!”

“Yes,” Felassan said, “but uthenara is…” He paused and let out a soft exhale. “It may be one of the most subtle magics from our time, and the formation of the Veil made it… complicated. But suffice it to say that those in the long sleep of uthenara are able to communicate with others within the Fade.”

She raised her eyebrows. This was very strange to think about, but she supposed it made sense, especially for a somniari like Solas who had more mastery of the Fade than the real world. “Okay. Go on.”

“Fen’Harel came to me in the Fade when it was my turn to walk this world.”

Tamaris interrupted again. “Your turn?” she said.

He tilted his head chidingly. “If you allow me to tell the tale, I’m fairly sure I’ll answer any questions you have.”

She made a little face. “Right, right. Sorry.”

He settled back in his chair and folded his hands comfortably over his abdomen. “Fen’Harel roused me from my refreshing nap about twenty-five years ago, when it was my turn to begin gathering information in this world. I’m by no means the only ancient elf to stroll inconspicuously among the shems, you see.” He waved his hand carelessly. “There were hundreds of us, all with a singular goal: to gather information for Fen’Harel here in this world while he gathered what he could from the spirits who observed this world from the other side.”

Tamaris couldn’t help herself; she interrupted him again. “There were hundreds of you?”

He gave her a reproving little smirk. “May I continue the story?”

She tsked impatiently. “Yes, yes. Go on.”

“There were hundreds of us,” he said, “spread over several thousand years — so we were more scarce than you are thinking, I’m sure. We were woken in waves to take our turns gathering information for as long as we could before our time came to an end.”

She frowned slightly. “You mean… you mean before you died?”

He nodded an acknowledgement. “I just had the fortune of being woken shortly before things got exciting.”

She huffed quietly. ‘Exciting’ was one way to put the shitshow of the past couple of decades. “Are there other ancient elves running around now?”

“Most certainly,“ he said. “But I can’t say exactly who they are. Only Fen’Harel knew who he was going to rouse and when.”

She frowned more deeply. “So… but… you never tried to find other ancient elves since you woke up?”

“We were instructed to work alone so as not to arouse suspicion,” he explained.

Tamaris snorted. “A strange elf all on his own is pretty fucking suspicious, don’t you think?”

Felassan chuckled. “You are not wrong, avise. Nevertheless, those were our orders.”

She shook her head. “That’s… pretty shitty.”

“Is it?” he said mildly. “How so?”

“It must have been lonely,” she said. “Working on your own for all that time.”

A hint of softness entered his expression. “It could be, at times. Hence the hobbies.” He gestured at the pot of tea with a smirk. “But we all wanted what Fen’Harel wanted. We were committed, and we trusted his judgment. And so I did as he asked, right up until I didn’t.”

Tamaris nodded slowly and thought this over while she finished her breakfast. When only her tea was left, she crossed her legs and picked up her cup. “Maybe there was another reason he didn’t want you to meet with the others.”

“What reason is that?” Felassan asked.

“Maybe he didn’t want you to start talking amongst yourselves and change your minds about helping him.”

Felassan’s expression lifted into a broad smile. “You know Fen’Harel better than you think,” he said.

She raised her eyebrows. “Do you think that’s really why he kept you apart, then?”

He leaned back in his chair and folded his arms. “I have considered that. I even confronted him about it once, but he seemed… genuinely shocked at the suggestion. If it was his intent, he either hid it very well, or he wasn’t even aware of the intent.”

Tamaris scoffed. “You know what, I fucking believe it.”

“You believe what?” he asked. “That he hid his true motive, or was unaware of it?”

“Both,” she said. “Either. He’s always been convoluted that way.”

Felassan’s beautiful smile grew even wider. Then he let out one of those rolling laughs that made her heart flip. “I like this,” he said warmly.

“What?” she said faintly.

“Talking about him with you,” Felassan said.

She huffed in amusement and brought her cup to her lips. “Say what you really mean. You’re enjoying shit-talking him with someone who also knew him well.”

“Don’t act as though you aren’t enjoying it too,” he retorted.

She shrugged and sipped her tea, but she couldn’t help but smile in response to his mirth-filled tone. “All right, yes. I am,” she admitted. “It’s nice to have someone else to be a petty bitch with.”

He chuckled, then gave her a fond look. “You really do think you are a bitch, don’t you?”

“I am a bitch. There’s no ‘thinking’ about it,” she said. She shrugged again and idly swirled her tea. “It’s not always a bad thing. I got a lot done in the Inquisition by being a bitch. And when it backfired, well… that’s what having a spymaster and a pretty human ambassador are for.”

“You must have been something to see,” Felassan said.

She glanced at him. His smile was soft and his eyes were warm, and she got stuck in them for a moment before a wriggle of anxiety in her belly made her look away.

She swallowed hard. “Look, I… I didn’t ask you about the waking-up thing because I wanted to talk about him.”

His face slackened with surprise. “Oh. Should I not have brought him up? We’d spoken of him before, so I thought–“

“No no, that’s not what I mean,” she said hastily. “I just meant I… I was wondering what it was like for you to wake up here alone. Solas briefly mentioned what it was like for him. I wanted to know what it was like for you.”

“You wanted to know how I felt waking up here alone?” he asked.

His eyes were wide with surprise now, and Tamaris didn’t really understand why. “Yes,” she said slowly. “I mean, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to know.”

He raised his eyebrows further, and Tamaris put down her cup, bemused by his reaction. “What?” she asked. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?”

“No,” he said. “Not at all. I… you surprise me, that’s all.” His eyes moved carefully over her face as though he was studying her. “You are the only person in ages who repeatedly asks how I feel about things.”

Tamaris frowned. “Briala didn’t ask?”

“I discouraged her from asking,” he said. “I had to discourage her from asking a great many things.” He gave her a lopsided smile. “The agents of Fen’Harel are nothing if not practiced dissemblers.”

“Oh. Right,” Tamaris said blankly. “What about… what about Solas himself, then? Didn’t he… he didn’t ask how you were doing with all that alone-time?”

“He was preoccupied,” Felassan said wryly. “Several millennia’s worth of self-blame can be rather preoccupying.”

“He was your friend,” Tamaris said in a hard tone. “He should have asked.”

Felassan’s smile grew wider. “Are you saying you and I are friends?”

She gave him a sardonic look. “I’m not in the habit of sharing close quarters with people I hate, so yes, I’d call us friends.”

Felassan smiled at her for a moment longer, then shook his head and chuckled. “You know, the more time we spend together, the more endearing I find your bluntness to be.”

She rolled her eyes and idly flicked the handle of her mug. “Maybe I should start being all sweet and polite instead, then.”

“Please don’t,” he said. “I enjoy you as you are.”

His tone was friendly and light, but his words lifted a sudden pulse low in her belly. I enjoy you... Obviously he’d meant he enjoyed her company, but her stupid perverse mind was now presenting her with the idea of Felassan enjoying her in other, more carnal ways.

He was still studying her as though she was something unique. She swallowed hard and abruptly stood up. “Let’s, um… those mana exercises. Let’s — we can practice in the library.”

He nodded and rose to his feet, and Tamaris turned away and hurried through the study and up the short flight of stairs to the library.

The library featured two plush couches and two matching armchairs, a thick angora rug, and a couple of large silk cushions for lounging on — most of the cushions having been stolen by Felassan and moved to the space in front of the fireplace in the main room. Tamaris sat cross-legged on the angora rug, then looked up as Felassan sauntered into the room.

He ran his fingers idly over the spines of a few books on one of the heavily-laden shelves. “Did I tell you I started reading Swords and Shields?”

She barked out a laugh. “You didn’t really.”

“I did,” he said with a smile. “I had to.”

“You had to?” she said drolly. “Why?”

“I couldn’t imagine my education about the last five years would be complete if I didn’t read it,” he said. “I’m a third of the way through already. Remind me to pass my compliments on to Varric.”

“No fucking way,” she said. “If you compliment him, he’ll write a third one.”

Felassan grinned wickedly. “Then I’ll be extra sure to compliment him.”

“Enabler,” she teased. “You’re a bad influence.”

He placed one hand on his chest and gave her a little half-bow. “Thank you, Tamaris. I try my very best.”

Tamaris scoffed and waved him over. “Come here and sit the fuck down.”

He sat down across from her and crossed his legs. “All right. Teach me the magical ways of Fen’Harel.”

As always, his tone was irreverent, and she shot him a chiding look, but she couldn’t help but appreciate the sight of him. His clothing, as always, was simple and comfortable: breeches and a plain linen shirt rolled casually to the elbows and lazily unlaced to the middle of his sternum, topped with a simple woven vest of light green. But his clothing was still somehow flattering, fitting his body as though it was made for him despite the fact that Tamaris could likely buy the exact same clothes at any clothing stall in Lowtown. He had loosely braided the sides of his long black hair before pulling it all back into a ponytail at his nape, and the effect of it all was a picture of dignified elegance, even though he was sitting humbly on the floor across from her.

“Is this part of the exercise?” he asked.

She blinked. “What?”

His lips curled suggestively at the corners. “I might go up in flames if you continue to inspect me in such a manner.”

Fuck, she thought. She hadn’t meant to stare. She scowled at him. “Close your eyes, you brat.”

“Ah, insults,” she said cheerfully as he closed his eyes. “Always an excellent way of teaching.”

This time, she wisely ignored his words. She closed her own eyes as well. “All right. The idea is basically that people spend a lot of our time focused on the world outside of ourselves. But when you channel magic, you’re focusing inwards to draw on your mana and connect with the Fade. So… um, yeah. That’s the idea behind it.”

“Go on,” Felassan said quietly.

“Okay,” she said. “Well… the way Solas taught it to me was to start by just breathing. I mean, slow purposeful breathing. And then to sort of focus my attention on my own head, or in it. I mean, to pick a point on my head and to sink my focus there. And when I could feel the vibration of my own mana, that’s when I could try a spell.”

“Focus on your head?” Felassan asked.

She opened her eyes to find Felassan gazing curiously at her. “Yes,” she said. “He said that some mages focus on other body parts, like their hands or their heart or even their diaphragm, but most commonly the hands. But since I had the mark, he thought it would be less confusing to focus elsewhere than… than my hands...” She trailed off and scowled. Something had just occurred to her.

She sighed and dragged her fingers through her hair. “That asshole.”

Felassan’s eyebrows rose. “What’s the matter?”

She glared at him. “He purposely told me focus elsewhere because he knew I was going to lose my hand eventually, didn’t he? That fucking…” She clenched her jaw and looked away.

“Tamaris,” Felassan said.

His voice was soft. She took a deep breath to try and calm her anger before looking up.

Felassan was gazing seriously at her. “You have two hands,” he said. “And you do not need them for this.”

She took another deep breath and nodded tightly. Felassan nodded as well and rested his hands humbly in his lap. “Will you show me how this process works?”

She inhaled again and nodded. “Sure. I’ll… I haven’t done this in a year or so, so bear with me.” She closed her eyes and breathed, and after a few minutes, when her anger had faded and she was focused on the ebb and flow of her own breath, she drew her attention to the center of her forehead.

She imagined her mana there, like a faint glow of green: the same shade of green of a simple healing spell or a simple barrier. When she could feel the mana in her forehead, like tendrils reaching toward the Fade, she pressed her will into her right palm.

A small burst of energy lifted the fine hairs on her arms, and she sighed softly in relief. She was still able to make barriers, then. It seemed that the year she’d spent neglecting these exercises hadn’t totally eliminated her weak but hard-won magical abilities.

She opened her eyes to find Felassan watching her with a distinctly wistful smile. “Nicely done,” he said. “That barrier was very cute.”

She recoiled slightly. “Cute?”

“Very,” he said. “Just like its maker.”

She scoffed. “Fuck you. My barriers are actually useful for being so small.”

“I imagine they’re extremely useful,” he said, and his tone was more serious now. “That barrier would deflect, what, one projectile or weapon strike?”

She eyed him shrewdly; he was exactly right. “Yes, if the strike isn’t too forceful.”

Felassan nodded. “Non-mages would not be able to feel that barrier. Even other mages might not detect it, depending on how strong they are. I imagine you used that often to throw enemies off? Fool them into thinking you’re making a reckless rush attack, and when their first blow glances off, you attack with your daggers?”

She raised her eyebrows, impressed despite herself. “Yes, exactly. How…?” She narrowed her eyes. “You figured all of that out just from seeing me make that one little barrier?”

“It’s a clever trick,” he said. “I am extremely fond of clever tricks. Especially when they involve cute barriers.”

She wrinkled her nose. “My barrier isn’t cute.”

He grinned. “It’s positively adorable. And its adorableness in no way detracts from its utility.”

She rolled her eyes. “Fuck’s sake, fine. My barrier is fucking precious. Now it’s your turn.”

Instead of closing his eyes to practice the exercise, however, he continued to gaze thoughtfully at her. “This process of focusing your mana. Does it not remind you of anything?”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“It doesn’t remind you of any other gift you exercised in the past?”

“Oh,” she said. “You mean talking to spirits? Well, yeah, but that’s different. That’s — I’ve always been able to do that.” She frowned thoughtfully. “With that though, I find I’m focusing just past this spot on my forehead instead of…” She trailed off and gave him a shrewd look. “Wait a second. Why are you asking?”

He raised his eyebrows, and Tamaris scowled at him. “Don’t play dumb with me. You know this method already, don’t you?”

He hesitated, then pulled a little face. “I do,” he said apologetically. “It’s the method that’s first used to teach young children to do magical feats on purpose instead of by accident.”

She stared at him, then slumped and rubbed her forehead. “Of course it is. I can do baby magic. Great.”

“I didn’t say this to infantilize you,” Felassan said. “Quite the opposite, actually. Fen’Harel must have been proud when you learned to do this. How long did it take you to learn this? Six months?”

“Something like that, yeah,” she muttered.

“That’s impressive,” he said.

“Shut up,” she said sourly, but she couldn't bring herself to meet his eye; her face was hot with humiliation.

He shifted closer and tapped her knee. “I mean it, avise. I found it hard to draw from the Fade when I woke, and I have — well, I had considerably more power than you. This is… more than I would have expected.”

Tamaris grunted. “That’s what he said.”

“What did he say?” Felassan asked.

“He said… well, not my magic exactly, but he said I was not what he expected.” She scoffed and idly rubbed at the tiny dent on her metal arm. “I still don’t know what the fuck he did expect.”

“Ridicule,” Felassan said. “Rejection. It sounds like you showed him neither.”

She finally looked up at him with a scowl. “You’re always defending him.”

“Explaining is not the same as defending,” he said calmly. “And I suspect that I’m not saying anything you don’t really know. From everything you’ve said, you did know him better than you believe.”

She glared at him for a moment longer, then shrugged irritably and looked down at her palms. “Well, I wish you’d told me this was magic for children before I started showing it to you.”

“It is not just for children,” he said forcefully, and the vehemence of his tone made her lift her head. “That is my mistake, Tamaris. I misspoke before. It’s not magic for children. It’s a foundation that needs to be mastered in order to do more subtle and intricate things.” He gestured at her forehead. “Your ability to connect with spirits is the same. You were just lucky to be born with that ability in this time rather than needing to practice rituals to do it.”

She nodded silently and looked down at her hands again, humbled by the kindness in his tone. After a moment of silence, she looked up at him again. “Did you ever talk to spirits in this time after you woke up?”

He tilted his head. “Why do you ask?”

She shrugged. “I was just thinking that maybe you wouldn’t have been so lonely if you had. They kept me company sometimes when I was young. Before I learned that I should avoid talking to them in front of the others in my clan.”

His expression softened, and he nodded. “Yes, I spoke to spirits at times. But they were not as easily accessible for most of the time that I was awake.”

Tamaris understood. “Oh, you mean before the Breach. I get that. But what about while dreaming? Solas took a lot of Fade naps to spend time with spirits.”

Felassan raised his eyebrows, then tutted and shook his head. “So he wakes up in your world, and that is when he learns to relax? He really is an ass.”

Tamaris snorted a laugh. Felassan smiled at her, and the warm complicity in his face made her heart thump unnervingly.

“To answer your question, no,” he said. “I’m not especially partial to ‘Fade naps’, as you charmingly call them. Furthermore, I was tasked to learn about this world, so this is where I spent my time.” He shrugged and stretched his legs out on the carpet. “I did spend some time with spirits when I was asleep, though, and it did take the edge off of the loneliness at times.”

She nodded, and they were both quiet for a moment. Then Felassan tilted his head quizzically. “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing, really,” she said. “It's just... nice having someone to talk about spirits with.”

Felassan nodded in acknowledgement. “He spoke to you at length about spirits, didn’t he?”

“Yes, he did,” she said. “Honestly, it was the main thing that brought us together. And when he was telling stories about the Fade, that’s when he was the most approachable. The most… loveable, really.” She huffed in a self-deprecating way and rolled her eyes. “That asshole seduced me with all his fucking stories about spirits.”

“Hm,” Felassan said thoughtfully. “Maybe I should talk about spirits with you more often, then.”

Her heart flipped at his provocative words. There was no way he could have meant that; it was way too bold a thing to say.

She shot him a guarded glance. His ears were flushing a dark pink, but his clear violet eyes were steady and intense.

She huffed and dropped his gaze. Her heart was suddenly pounding. With a single focused look from Felassan, her pulse was rising, and she couldn’t decide if it was from excitement or from stupid, inexplicable fear.

“Rein it in, will you?” she said irritably. “It’s your turn to do these exercises now.” She gestured vaguely at him.

“Tamaris,” he said quietly.

She pressed her lips together and didn’t reply. When Felassan spoke again, his tone was even softer. “Tamaris, look at me. Please.”

She forced herself to meet his gaze. His expression was still warm, but it was sympathetic now in a way that put her even more on edge.

“What?” she said tensely.

He studied her for a moment before speaking. “I am being unconscionably bold, I know. I seem to have lost my ability to seduce you with any kind of charm. But I meant it when I said my interest in you is genuine.”

She tsked. “That’s… that makes no sense.”

“Why do you think that?” he asked.

“It’s… I’m…” I’m a fucked-up mess, she thought with a pang. But it was one thing to say this to Varric, and something altogether different to say it to Felassan, especially when he was looking at her this way.

“Things are… complicated,” she said lamely.

“I know,” he said gently. “And I cannot say I know exactly what trials you’ve been through. But I know what it is to love the Dread Wolf. I know what it is to suffer terrible harm at his hands. Your past with him is complicated, and so was mine.” He gestured between himself and her. “This does not need to be complicated. I enjoy your company a great deal. This doesn’t need to be more complicated than enjoyable company of a more… physical kind.”

His tone and his smirk were suggestive, and she stared wordlessly at him with her heart in her throat. Uncomplicated, enjoyable company of a sexual nature… it was a tempting offer, and one that Tamaris would have easily agreed to in the past. It was what she’d had with Bull, after all, and it had worked out nicely for both of them without disrupting their working relationship or their friendship in any way. She was clearly capable of having a no-strings arrangement, so it made sense to have that arrangement with Felassan, especially since she was too scarred for anything more.

So why did the thought of a no-strings liaison with Felassan make her feel like crying?

She looked away from him and didn’t speak. Once again, he was the one to break the awkward silence, and when he did, his tone was jocular once more. “Of course, it’s possible that I’m reading you completely incorrectly, and you are not interested. In which case, you should work on these magic exercises so you can learn to throw ice at me when I repeatedly come on to you.”

“Or when you put your fucking feet on the table while I’m trying to eat,” she muttered.

“An excellent idea,” he said heartily. “That too.”

She shot him a tiny smile, then sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. “Look, this sounds like a fucking cliché, but it’s not you. It’s…” She sighed again and gave him a frank look. “I’m obviously attracted to you, okay? I admit it.”

“I figured as much,” he said complacently. “That kiss last night was certainly not powered by disgust.”

A sudden memory of his tongue in her mouth flashed across her mind. She ignored the ripple of heat it triggered and tutted at him. “Shut the fuck up. What I’m trying to say is, it’s not — you’re not the problem. I’m… I need to think.”

He bowed his head graciously. “Fair enough. If you decide you want to take this further, then you have only to encourage the terrible lines I’ll continue to use on you.”

She laughed despite herself. “Your lines aren’t that bad. I’ve heard much worse.” In truth, Felassan’s accidentally-flirtatious lines were quite smooth.

Very smooth, actually. She could only imagine how seductive he could be if he was actually doing it on purpose.

“I don’t doubt it,” he said. “I genuinely can’t understand how anyone in this time is able to seduce each other in the common tongue.”

Tamaris blinked in surprise. “What do you mean?”

“This language is very literal,” he said. “Everything means exactly what it sounds like. It’s exceedingly boring.”

She gave him a skeptical look. “Uh-huh. And flirting in ancient Elvhen is so much better?”

He smiled at her — a slow, knowing, predatory smile. “Yes, avise. Bedroom talk in our tongue is much better.”

She swallowed hard. His voice was low and lilting and smooth, and it triggered a toe-curling bloom of heat between her legs, followed by an immediate panicked feeling of falling off the edge of a cliff.

Smug gorgeous brat, she thought desperately. She dropped his gaze and shifted away from him on the carpet. “Do your fucking mana-building exercises.”

He chuckled and crossed his legs. “Oh good, cursing. Another time-honoured teaching technique.” He closed his eyes and rested his hands palms-up on his knees, and Tamaris let out a quiet exhale of relief. It was so much easier to think when he wasn’t looking at her.

This was the problem now, though. She’d told Felassan she would think about having sex with him, which meant she couldn’t keep deflecting him and storming off to her bedroom every time he unbalanced her.

Which meant Tamaris needed to figure out why exactly he was unbalancing her so much.

She studied him for a moment. His eyes were closed and his brows were drawn in a faint frown, and an unexpected little pang of fondness plucked at her heart.

She took a deep and slightly shaky breath, then closed her eyes. She’d think about it later. For now, she would focus on helping Felassan with his magic.

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Pleasant Dreams and Breakfast

Chapter 2

After the excitement of the outdoor activities and finding out Shawn was going to be in the next Bond movie, the reality of travelling for over 20 hours hit you hard. You both stayed quiet as you got showered and situated in the bed. It was exactly as you were expecting when you saw it earlier. A bright and breezy bedroom with windows overlooking the enclosed gardens and greenery. And you can’t forget the bed. The most perfect 4 poster bed you had ever seen. There were a thousand pillows piled high, as well as the softest white sheets. It actually looked like heaven.

You blink slowly at Shawn like a little child who has stayed up too late. He can see you are out on your feet, even more than him. He gently steers you to the bed and lets you get nice and comfy. He always lets you pick the side of the bed you want. He knows you won’t sleep well if you are on the wrong side, so he will always hold back and let you get in first, picking the ideal position. Once you have picked the perfect pillow and let out a quiet sigh, Shawn knows you are on the way to dreamland. Like on the plane, he pulls you in to be the little spoon. Due to the warm weather, you went without clothes. There was no better feeling that having Shawn’s warmth against you. His chest against your back instantly calms you. You always found it comforting.

“Honey, I love you so much, I can’t wait to spend the next 2 weeks with you on this island. Discovering all it has to offer, as well as everything you have to offer”, Shawn says lightly, giving your hip a little squeeze. You hum in reply – at the moment there is no way to keep your eyes open. Shawn gives a little chuckle and pulls you closer to him. Twisting you legs and feet together, you get comfortable for the night. You don’t even remember the small kiss Shawn delivered to your neck before you are out cold.

You slowly start to wake, you feel so relaxed, and something else – horny? What is happening? Did I have a dream about Shawn, did he hear me? You wouldn’t put it past yourself the way the two of you behaved yesterday. You try and stretch to wake yourself up further, but you feel stuck. Now you are really confused. You hear a quiet, “Morning sweetheart, did you sleep well?” coming from under the covers. It is at that moment that you realize that Shawn is actually between your legs. As you start to come to reality more, you can feel that he has one of your legs open wide and bent to the left, with the other resting under his chest. There are small kisses being placed on your thighs, and gentle swipes onto your pussy lips. You get your elbows under your shoulders and hoist yourself up. At the movement, Shawn pops his head up from under the sheet.

“I have always wanted to wake you up like this”, he states with a slight smirk. The sleep still present in his voice, his hair a curly mess on the top of his head. “Well I won’t complain if you wake me up like that”, you smirk back down at him. Shawn gives you a look that would make you self combust if you didn’t know what he was about to do. You give a little whimper as he vanishes under the sheets again. “Just remember to breath my love” you hear as you immediately feel the best sensation take over you. Shawn has dived straight to your pussy and has taken most of your lips into his mouth. He is starting to suck hard and with the sensitivity still present, your toes start to curl and your eyes roll back in your head. “Fuck, Shawn” you moan loudly. Shawn feels you fall back to the bed, elbows giving out, and knows he has you exactly where he wants you. “Shawn, please, don’t stop”, he hears coming from above. To let you know he heard you, he gently squeezes your hips and moves onto phase 2.

Shawn now takes your little clit and starts flicking his tongue over and over. The noise that comes out of your mouth startles even yourself. At this stage you are so glad that you have the place to yourselves. They might have called the police with all the noises and screams that were coming from your villa.

Shawn hums to himself as he starts to run a finger along your entrance, while continuing his assault on your clit. He knows you won’t last much longer, but he wants to try something new. One finger, two then three has you howling with pleasure. Shawn goes for it and adds one more finger. Your hips shift straight off the bed and your back arches in a way that shouldn’t be natural. You can feel the coolness of his ring touching you with every movement.

“I can’t, please, I can’t” you murmur over and over as Shawn pounds his fingers into your pussy at a punishing rate. His other hand is holding your lower stomach to the bed, making him graze your g-spot even harder. His 4 fingers are still smaller than having his perfect cock in you, but it is as close as you have ever got.

With a twist of his wrist and a final deep suck on your clit, you go completely stiff. Shawn knows he has taken you over the edge as he hears the best noise coming to his ears. A noise somewhere between a scream and a cry hits his ears at the same time that his fingers are almost crushed in your hot pussy, clenching hard as your orgasm ripples through your body. You start shaking as the aftershocks hit you over and over. Finally you take a breathe because you actually stopped breathing that time. Jesus he knows how to work wonders on you. He knows that you are still sensitive, so he gently removes his fingers, sucking each one of them as he works up your body.

“Have I broken you darling?” you hear with that beautiful accent. “I know we haven’t done that before, but I just couldn’t help myself. You were lying there, so open and ripe and I just couldn’t stop”. There is silence, and for a moment Shawn is worried. Slowly you open your eyes and focus on his, smiling up at him. “That was something that I have never felt before. What did you do to me? I swear I actually saw stars that time.” Shawn pulls himself up to the headboard of the bed, and brings you up to curl into his chest, feeling internally proud of himself. “Well, for the first time, you took 4 of my fingers. It was something I have always dreamed of doing, well there were two things actually”, Shawn confesses.

As soon as you hear him talking like that, you hide your face in his neck, turning bring red and as hot as the sun. “Come now darling, let me see your beautiful face. It is nothing to be embarrassed about”, Shawn’s accent calming your fears. His voice has always been able to do that. Calm you when you are on the edge of chaos. You finally pull your face from his neck and look up at him with curious eyes. “2 things?”, you squeak.

“Yes”, Shawn starts, gently running his hand from your neck down your back. “I have always wanted you to wake up to me eating you out, so check on that one”. You blush bright red and hide your face in his neck yet again. You can’t help it. It just wasn’t something you were used to talking about. “Daring, don’t be embarrassed. Like yesterday, you know I will always protect you. I hope you know you can always trust me”.

“I know I can, I’m just not as good at expressing myself as you”, you mumble. “Sex”, you whisper like it’s a dirty word, “it was just never discussed in my household. It was something that was done behind closed doors. You know that I was what you would call a late bloomer, so I never had talks with girlfriends or anything like that. I would always shy away from the conversation. I wish I could just grow some balls and talk about it all, but I just can’t do it. I know it’s not normal. I’m a grown woman for god’s sake. Look what you just did to me!” Shawn can see you are starting to get very self conscious and angry at yourself about the subject, but he doesn’t want to stop the conversation with you. He wants to push you, but in a sensitive and caring way“.

“I have an idea, why don’t we create a list. Things that we have always secretly wanted to do, but never discussed”. Shawn is beaming at his idea, but you just look at him like a deer in the headlights. “Wh, wh, what?” you stutter. “I know this is something that you find very hard to talk about, but what if we made a list together to all the things we want to try. We might be able to knock some of them off while we are here”. You look at Shawn, and you can see he isn’t joking, but he is also trying to be as gentle with you as possible. Shawn leans over and grabs the little notepad and pen that is always next to the bed in hotels.

“OK, well I have knocked two off, so there are two less for me”.

“You have a list?” you ask, turning to Shawn. “Oh yes darling. I need to have something to keep me occupied when I am away from you for months on end. You would blush for a week with some of the things I want to do to you”, Shawn states matter of factly. “How do you think I got these biceps? It definitely wasn’t from lifting weights, well not my right arm anyway”. Shawn chuckles as you realize what he said. You do a double take at him and he is laughing at your expression. His loving eyes dancing as he flexes his arms in a bodybuilder pose, tattoos moving along with his muscles. You still for a moment and take a deep breath. “OK – lets do this before I change my mind”. Shawn gives you a megawatt smile and settles into the bed again, pulling you back into his side. He stares down at you, waiting to start. “Are you able to go first”, you whisper, being as red as you have been during this entire conversation. “Sure I can sweetheart. What if we make a combined list instead of two individual ones?” Shawn urges, trying to think of a way to calm you slightly. You nod your head enthusiastically.

“One – sex on the beach” Shawn starts, scribbling onto the notepad. You look up at him as he writes down the first point. “Really? Won’t we get sand in places it shouldn’t be?” Shawn lets out a genuine laugh, and you shake as you are resting on his chest. “I’m sure we can get creative with that one”.

“Two – helping you play with Mr Buzzy.” At this one you get up off his chest and look at him. “Really? You actually want to do that, with me?”

“Honey, you would turn 10 shades of red if you knew everything I wanted to do to you” Shawn states, turning a little red himself. “Your turn, tell me one thing you would like us to do, or even something you want to do to me. You did so well yesterday asking for what you wanted, just continue on from there”. You go bright red. You can do this, you think in your head. There have always been things you have wanted to do to Shawn, god, you were only human. “OK – Three, sex on the kitchen bench”, you get the words out better than you expected. “Good darling, I like that one. We might be able to cross that one off while we are here. And another.”

You pause, “Four – I would like to make you cum, just with my hand”. Shawn puts the pen and paper down by the side of the bed and turns to look at you. “Darling, can you give me a bit more information on that one?” You start to get a panicked look on your face as you edge away from Shawn. “Please don’t close off from me. I just want to know what you meant. You have made me cum before, just yesterday even, how would this one be different?” With doe eyes, you look at Shawn. He is sitting very still, treating you like a wild animal that may run at any moment. Gently reaching out for you to soothe you with his touch.

“Well, what I meant was, what I was trying to say” you fumble over your words. Shawn takes your hand and places it on his chest, above his heart. You can feel his steady heartbeat and it instantly calms you. “What I meant was,” you start again, “was to make you cum with just my hand, no mouth. I want to see what I can do with my hands and see how long I can make you hold out. Running my fingers over your head, playing with your balls”. You stop talking as you realize you were starting to divulge your inner fantasy. Shawn gets your attention by pulling your hand up to his lips. He gives it a gentle kiss, and then proceeds to run your hand, covered with his, down his chest, and further to his stomach. “Well I think we could definitely cross that off the list right now if you feel up to it”, Shawn says with a voice so low you shiver. “Really, you would let me do that? I don’t know how good I’ll be” you say, starting to talk yourself down. “Darling, look at me please”. You hesitate for a moment, but look to find Shawn staring at you, his eyes so dark with lust you gasp for breath. “There is nothing that you can do wrong. Just do what feels natural and trust me, you will hear when you do something I like.

You have touched me before, use that as a benchmark”. It is only now that you really start to look at Shawn. He has bed hair from the overnight sleep, as well as his activities under the sheets before. What you didn’t notice was his cock straining at full attention, lying against his lower abdomen. There was a small drop of precum sitting at his slit. He must has been hard from when he ate you out, and all this talk of fantasies has made him excited again. You look up at him one more time and he nods his head. He makes himself comfortable on the bed, shifting slightly to lean against the pillows and headboard. He stretches and moves both legs wide apart so you have a nice spot between his legs. His balls are sitting heavy and resting on the sheet, his cock the opposite way, resting on his stomach.

Slowly moving down his body, you nestle between his legs. One last look is all you need as you see how excited he is for this. “Let’s make this fantasy become a reality”, he croons with his accent, thick with desire. You stretch you hand out to wrap around his cock. His hips jump slightly at the first contact and you hear a hum come from deep in his chest. “Have me any way you wish” Shawn slurs, putting his hands behind his head, as you start to run your hand from the base of his cock all the way to the tip.

You trace you finger through the precum across his slit, bringing your finger to your mouth. He sucks in a breath, but urges you to continue. You love looking at Shawn’s cock. He has a perfect head with just the right amount of width, and the veins on the underside. God, feeling them inside you hitting every spot makes you start to drip. He is wider than your grip can take and your fingers don’t reach around him, but you start twisting your wrist as you go, to give the feeling you are covering all of his cock at the same time. You push hard into the base, giving him the sensation that he is bottoming out in you, and feel his skin stretch as it comes down in your hand. He is always neatly trimmed, and his hair always feels soft to touch. “I wonder how”, you muse, getting distracted. You drag your hand all the way back to the tip and notice it is starting to turn a shade of purple. He must have been more excited than you thought. You then do something you have always wanted to do. You hold his cock and spit directly onto his head. Shawn is watching this whole time and at the sight of this, moans loudly and drops his head back to the headboard, “Fuck, that feels so good”.

With the added lubrication, you are able to slide down Shawn’s cock at a faster pace. More precum is pooling in his slit, so you run you finger across to collect it. At that, Shawn makes the most beautiful sound you have ever heard. “Honey, just like you, I am a bit sensitive in that region”. This gives you a thought, how much could you tease him? You start a punishing pace, pulling, pushing and twisting over and over. Shawn’s hips are starting to rise in rhythm with your hand, the instinct in him to push into something. You reach down and start to roll his balls between the fingers of your other hand. This creates another noise out of him. You want him to keep making these noises. There was something you read about in Cosmo, something that should make Shawn see stars, just like you did. You run a finger past his balls and feel the soft flesh. You take your knuckle and press into that soft spot. Shawn howls and almost doubles over. “God, whatever you are doing, don’t stop”, he pants as you push it again. He has sweat dripping off his curls onto his forehead, as well as pooling on his chest. You are so proud of yourself. Look at what you are doing to him. He can’t be faking these noises. Next you go for his head again. He said it was sensitive, but just how much. You hold his cock in one hand, and start to rub your other hand directly over the head, in little circles. All the breath is knocked out of Shawn as he feels a sensation that he has never had before. There are almost tears in his eyes as he asks you to be gentle. He feels like he is about to cum, but he just can’t get over the line. You see how sensitive he is, and lay off the head for a while.

You let go of him completely, and the whine that comes out of his mouth is a little funny. His cock is actually bobbing in front of you, his hips rutting against air, trying to find friction, trying to find something to slam into. You have mercy on him and grab hold of his cock again. There is that noise; he can’t even get words out this time. You start the same process again - twisting, pulling, knuckles to the prostate, balls being gently pulled and rolled. Again, as you start to rub his head, he lets out a louder wail. You stop again, as this one actually startles you. You look up to see tears in Shawn’s eyes. “Darling, please, I can’t take anymore. Please let me cum. I haven’t seen you in months and I actually think I might explode if you don’t finish me off”. You look into his eyes, look down at his cock, rutting against the air again, and confirm to him. “This time sweetheart, I want you to cum so hard you hit the ceiling”. He looks at you with black eyes, amazed that something like that has come out of your month, and rolls his eyes back in his head as you double you speed.

Kneading his balls, pulling them gently from his body, as well as fisting his cock and only touching the tip every now and again, there is a noise that is coming from Shawn that is getting louder and louder. His hips are now rising off the bed with every down stroke, his eyes screwed shut. You see him start to tense, from his legs, through his stomach and finally his arms as he lets out a scream of your name. You know what is about to happen. This is Shawn at a moment that only you get to see. His balls draw up his body and his cock grows slightly under your hand. You run your thumb up the vein from his base one more time before swiping the slit. That was it. At that moment Shawn’s cum erupts out of him in ropes. Coating your hand as well as landing on his stomach, chest and thighs. Over and over he cums, almost doubling from the feeling.

“FUCK”, Shawn cries over and over, all the time you were working his cock to milk every drop. You touched his head once by accident, and he had a second mini orgasm. It was involuntary and you were both shocked. One last drizzle of cum spilled from his pulsing slit and you sat back and waited. Once he stopped squirming and started to breath normally, you placed his softening cock on his thigh and made your way up to his body, crawling up and hovering over his face. “Did I break you” you mirrored back to him, taking his words from before. When he didn’t make a noise, you start to get worried. “Shawn, please talk to me. If it wasn’t good, or I did something wrong, please tell me”. You sit back on your knees and start twisting your hands together, thinking that you went too far and you should have never suggested doing this in the first place.

Shawn just lay there. After another pause, he opened his eyes and turned his head to you, groggy and slow. Covered in sweat and cum, he just looked at you and with a croaky voice and said “Where the hell did you learn that? Darling, that was the best hand job I have ever had”. You look at him again, trying to work out if he is just being nice to you, but the glassy look in his eyes and the way that he can’t actually move yet makes you think you might have done it right. “Well I read the prostate thing in Cosmo, but touching the tip while it is really sensitive was something I saw while watching porn”. It comes out before you realize and this has Shawn’s attention. “What was that? When are you watching porn?”

“Well I have to do something to help me while you are away. As you can see, it is really just for inspiration, as I don’t really know what to do in most of these situations”. Shawn just stares at you again. How on earth did he get this girl? Really. “Right, well I want to amend one of my items on the list – helping you play with Mr Buzzy while watching porn”. Satisfied with himself, he amends the list. “Right, well we can cross off number 4, what else do we have?”

In no order, you came up with the following list:

Sex on the beach

Helping with Mr Buzzy while watching porn

Sex in the kitchen

Shawn tied to the bed

Doggy style

Orgasm by dirty talk

Overstimulation

You taking charge in the bedroom (you were worried about this one)

Sex in a public place (Shawn let you know that there is a sliding scale for this one and you wouldn’t be banging in the middle of the airport or something)

A night to remember (with the help of a little blue pill for Shawn and you not being able to walk the next day)

You look at the list you have both created, feeling embarrassed as well as horny at the same time. You definitely think you can cross some of these off the list while you are here. Shawn seems so proud of himself with this list. “Look at what we have achieved this morning”, he says as he looks lovingly into your eyes. “I am so proud that you were able to create this list with me. I want to you know that you don’t have to hide any of your feelings from me. We are both adults, and I will always listen to you if you want to tell me something. Anything – and I don’t just mean sex. If you aren’t feeling great and you just want a cuddle, please tell me. I will do anything for you my love, and I know you would do the same. I am so in love with you, there are times I can’t breath”. He finishes his speech and takes your head in his hands. He kisses your eyelids, then nose, and finally places a gentle peck on your lips. The love you feel for this man at this exact moment makes you feel as light as a feather. He always knows what to say.

After the morning’s activities, you both have a shower, separately; Shawn couldn’t handle anymore at the moment and see you wet and soapy wasn’t a good idea. Once out of the shower, you walk into the bedroom to get dressed. Shawn looks up from where he is pulling on a pair of short and proceeds to frown at you. “What is it?” you ask, that self doubt creeping in again. You look down at yourself but can’t see anything. “I’m so sorry darling. I should have been more careful”.

Now you are starting to worry, what is Shawn talking about. With a tilt of the head, you look at Shawn as he comes towards you and turns you to the full length mirror. It is only there that you can see the bruises that have formed on your hips. The same 10 indentations as his fingers. You also see a bite across your breast as well as one on the inside of your thigh. You look into the mirror and at Shawn’s reflection, with a sad expression on his face.

“I loved everything that came from these marks Shawn, please don’t apologise for making them. They don’t hurt, I didn’t even know they were there. They will be memories of what we did for the next few days”. You smile at him as he rests his hands on the bruises on your hips. You drop your hands to his, rubbing over the swallow tattoo near his thumb. “If you can think of them in that way, I will try too”.

“Thank god we are here by ourselves, cause I don’t think any bikini I have is really going to cover them. With the selection that I have, I will be lucky to cover the bite on my tit”. Shawn looks at you, the location and size of the mark and states, “I think I need a fashion parade of these bikinis, don’t you?” Fashion parade yes, but first breakfast.

Shawn leaves you to get dressed as he starts to get breakfast ready. You pull on one of his t-shirts, loving the smell that he leaves on all his clothes. You inhale his scent as you pull the shirt over you head. That is all you need at the moment, you aren’t going to the beach yet. His shirt just reaches the top of your thighs, if you stretched above you head, he would get a very nice view of your not covered ass.

Walking out to the bedroom and into the kitchen, you take a moment to really look at the villa. Everything is white, wooden and green. It really is heaven. There are huge glass windows around the entire villa, making the gardens feel like they are inside. There is a beautiful sea breeze that you can feel coming through the open door, and as it is so quiet, you can hear the waves crashing on the beach. You can’t wait to get down to the water.

You make your way into the kitchen and stop. Shawn is humming to himself, cooking a good old fashioned fry-up. Bacon and eggs going on the stove, toast almost ready and coffee being brewed. What did you do to deserve him? You think this multiple times a day. Shaking your head slightly at your thoughts, you quietly sneak up to Shawn at the stove and wrap your arms around his bare chest. “You should be careful, we wouldn’t want you burning yourself, would we”, you say as the bacon splatters at the same time. A little noise escapes him as he jumps at the popping fat. “This is why I can never do cooking topless – too many jiggly bits that can get too close to the heat”, you chuckle to yourself as you let Shawn go and start to make 2 cups of coffee. Shawn quickly turns his head, having an internal discussion with himself about your comments, but leaves it for the moment.

Sitting down opposite each other, you sip your coffee and finish your breakfast. “Brilliantly done my love, if you’re not careful, I might get you to make breakfast more often”. Shawn leans across the table and kisses you deeply. “It would be my pleasure to make you breakfast every day for the rest of my life”, he says seriously. Looking you in the eye and conveying all the love he feels for you. One day, he thinks to himself.

Seeing as Shawn cooked, you grab the plates and take them to the sink. Even though there is staff at the resort, you can’t leave dishes in the sink. It is just something that will nag at you all day until they are done. You start to grab the pans that Shawn used for breakfast and run them under the water when you feel Shawn running his hands around your waist. Slowly they get lower down the shirt you are wearing. “God I love my clothes on you. I swear they look better on you than me”.

“It’s a t-shirt, Shawn, nothing special”.

“I know that, but just knowing that you are wearing something that I was wearing does something to me. Probably a property thing. Knowing you are mine”. Shawn doesn’t mean his comment in any bad way, it is more of a caveman thing to him. Seeing that you are his and only his. You pull your hands from the sink and lean back into his chest. He nips at your neck as his hands slide up the underside of the shirt up your thighs. All of a sudden Shawn stops his movements. “Darling, are you actually wearing anything under that shirt?” Shawn asking, not feeling any panties in his way. To answer his question you raise your hands above your head, brining the shirt with you to reveal your bare bottom. Shawn groans as he realized that you aren’t wearing anything under the t-shirt.

“Naughty girl,” Shawn says as he kneads your backside, “what should we do about this?” You slide you hand around his, the one holding your hip, and slowly drag it back to your front, back to your thigh. You take hold and bring it up to your heat. You are starting to drip down your thigh and Shawn can feel his fingers running through your juices. With the moments of a ninja, Shawn grabs you around the hips with one arm and raises you onto the marble counter of the kitchen. You squeak as your bare ass and thighs hit the freezing marble, but it only takes a moment to warm under you. Shawn is looking dead into your eyes, level with you sitting on the benchtop. He steps between your knees, pushing your legs open and allowing him the room he needs to stand between you. “How about we cross another item off the list” Shawn states, running his hands up your thighs. He would never do anything to push you, so he waits for you to respond. Waits for you to say yes or no.

“Well you know I am ready for it, but are you up for it old man. You put on a bit of a show before”. You are getting a bit more daring with your language. Shawn loves it. You are growing more relaxed around him and he can’t wait to hear what thoughts are hiding in that head of yours. “Don’t worry about this old man, he will still go round after round with you. You are my own personal Viagra. Who needs pills when I only have to look at you”. You grow proud at his words. It feels good knowing you can make him feel that way. To prove his point, he grabs your hand and holds you to his crotch. His cock is starting to grow hard again. “Geez you have some stamina, don’t you”, you smile at him as you palm his pants. “You have no idea. I am only getting started with you. Like I have been saying, I have been away from your for months, you better get ready to be taken all day, every day”.

“I will never complain about that. Take me any way you like. You have to remember that I have been away from you as well”. With that Shawn rips the shirt off you and dives straight to your breasts. He knows how sensitive they are, and loves to play with them. His mouth is on one, pulling, tugging and nipping at your nipple while his hand is palming the other. Pinching and rolling your other nipple with his fingers. You keen at his touch and run your fingers through his hair, holding him in place as you push your chest further into his mouth. You have always found it fascinating that Shawn touching your breasts makes your pussy wet. It was something that amazed you. Shawn knew this as well, as he swapped sides with his mouth, but also included his other hand in the mix. He ran his fingers over your smooth lips again (god he loved how soft and sensitive they were) and collected the wetness sitting there.

Using your own juices, he started to rub your clit, small circles that he knew would make you moan. At the exact moment he touches you, that moan, right on cue. He looks at you again, eyes dark with lust and checks flushed. He removes his finger from your pussy and you look down to see why. It’s then that you realize he needs his hands to undo his pants. You suck in a breath as you realize that he wasn’t wearing any underwear either. His cock standing proud, waiting to be reunited with you. “God I could never get sick of that sight”, you say as Shawn slowly pumps himself, wetting his cock with the juices left on his fingers. “The feeling is mutual my love”, Shawn’s accent coming out thick.

“You ready for your fantasy to come true, any requests on how this will go?” Shawn asks as he pulls you to the edge of the counter so you are just resting on it. “Don’t hold back, I won’t break” you say. You want to convey that you want it a little rougher than normal, but you can’t say those words yet. “You sure? Tell me if it gets too much” Shawn says seriously to you, looking you directly in the eyes. “I will, but I trust you Shawn, with my life and other body parts”, you chuckle. That chuckle changes to a harsh intake as Shawn lines himself up with you and thrusts into you in one go. He pushes hard into you, with his pelvic bone pushing into your clit. It was a feeling that you hadn’t felt before. “OK?” Shawn stutters, using all his willpower to hold still until he sees that you are OK. “So good, so full”, you moan as Shawn takes that as a sign to continue. He pulls most of the way out, leaving just his head inside. He takes hold of both of your hips, holding you to the edge of the counter as he stares at you. You stare back as he pushed back in hard. He sees you fighting to keep your eyes open and he knows that you are enjoying yourself. At that, Shawn starts to relax a little and really starts to take you.

He fights to find your lips as he snaps his hips, back and forth, pushing so deep inside you, you think he might get stuck. He fights for dominance as your tongues dual, teeth clicking and lips rubbing. Shawn pulls away when air becomes an issue and just rests his forehead to yours. This also gives him an opportunity to look down and watch as his cock vanishes inside you. “How do you feel this good. Jesus I am glad I found you”, you moan as Shawn snaps his hips in a particular way. He manages to hit your g-spot as well as you clit without using his hands. You wrap your legs around his back, digging your heels into his bum as you feel it flex into you. Your breath is getting shorter as his thrusts are getting harder. His hands don’t move from your hips, but his head move to take hold of one of your breasts again. This caused you to scream in pleasure as the feelings in your nipples are directly connected to your clit. The touch of one spurs on the other as Shawn pounds into you. His breath is getting short as he starts to moan and call your name.

This side of him, seeing him like this, turns you on even more. Your pussy floods with juice and Shawn feels it, making his cock slide into you even smoother. Shawn can see you are almost there, breathing heavily and dripping onto the floor of the kitchen. He takes one of his hands off your hips and at the same time says to you, “Here we go, ready?” You look a little confused as to what Shawn is talking about, until you feel a finger on your needy clit and it doesn’t stop. He rubs it with an intensity that he hasn’t touched you with before. This is where the laser comes in handy. Your lips are so smooth that his fingers glide over you, taking you higher and higher. At the same time, Shawn increases the urgency of his thrusts. Pounding into you, but also pushing so deep he is almost pushing you back on the counter.

You can feel yourself unraveling as the pressure of everything Shawn is doing to you becomes too much. You start to shake your head and whimper, “no, no more”. You try and grab Shawn’s hand, but he sees you reaching for him and stops the assault on your clit. He takes your lips again as he slams into you one more time. All the wind is knocked out of you as you start to unravel – it hits you with such force that you can’t actually make a noise. “Cu” is the only thing you can get out as your eyes roll back and your heels push Shawn deeper. Shawn, at the same time feels the orgasm roll over you. Clenching hard against his cock it all it takes for him to release inside you. He ruts and pushes in as far as he can go, making sure you take everything he has. This causes his pubic hair to rub against your clit and sets you off on an immediate second orgasm. You didn’t know what was happening as you hadn’t even finished your first one.

Shawn holds you to him as he slowly kisses you, bringing you back down with gentle caresses. He is still inside you and he can feel you clench every now and again, hit with smaller orgasms. “Fuck me, that was something else”. You mutter as you wipe the sweat off your forehead. “You are at the perfect height for me to really hit your special spots”, Shawn speaks quietly, not wanting to break the little bubble you are in. “Are you OK? You were cumming for a while. I could feel you pulsing around me. I think you might have had two actually”.

“Your pubes touched my clit and set me off again” you laugh, running your finger over the offending patch of hair. Wet and glistening with your juices. “I think you need to speak like that more often. I love to hear you talk dirty”, Shawn hums as he enjoys the feeling of your fingers close to his cock. There is no way he can do anything else for a while, not after what you did to him this morning as well as what just happened. He slowly pulls his softening cock from your passage, watching as your combined juices pool on his cock as well as a small puddle on the floor. Before you can even think about anything, Shawn has a cloth and is cleaning both the floor and you. You watch as he lovingly tends to you, trying not to cause you too much added pressure to your already sensitive clit and lips. You feel like your heart is going to explode, watching Shawn being so sweet and caring. You start to think you could do this for the rest of your life. You get his attention and draw him in for a heated kiss. Sweet, but heated to convey all the passion you are feeling at that moment.

“We are going to have to come up with more items for this list if we keep going the way we are”, Shawn says as he picks you up bridle style and wanders back into the bathroom. He sits you down on the toilet seat as he shuffles to get the shower going. You both need to clean off. Again. “Was that what you were expecting from your fantasy? Did it meet your expectations?” Shawn asks, taking your hand and leading you into the shower.

“It was”, you say as you lean under the shower spray. “You were hitting spots that made everything feel so good. How do you know what to do?”

“I just listen to your body love. It tells me exactly what you want and how much you need. I don’t really have to do much”.

“Well it was perfect. Just so you know, you can be a bit rough with me”, you say, closing your eyes under the water so you don’t have to look at Shawn. “I know that I don’t know that much and I’m not that experienced, but I won’t break. I kind of like you being a bit alpha with me”.

“I will keep that in mind, darling. I am so proud of you for expressing yourself. I love to hear what you are thinking, and I will always be open to hearing what your needs are”. Shawn steps under the spray himself and washes himself clean.

After you are both out and drying yourselves in big fluffy towels, Shawn asks the question that he has been thinking of since earlier this morning. “Darling, why did you want to have sex on the kitchen bench? I’m not complaining, but I was just interested”.

You go a shade of red that wasn’t even possible. “Um, I kind of liked the idea of knowing we had done something somewhere we shouldn’t have. Like I said, in my family sex was always behind closed doors. I think this was more of a middle finger to that”. You are happy with your answer and look back at Shawn. “Honey, I will be more than happy to help you stick you middle finger up to your family on any surface in this place”. You just shake your head at that and throw your wet towel at him. He gives you one of his megawatt smiles again and you break out in laughter. All of a sudden you stop, worry coming over your face. “Shawn, we need to clean the counter. We can’t have anyone coming in here with it like that. There are things”, you say uncomfortably, “all over it”.

“Don’t worry, you get dressed for a day at the beach, and I will clean up our little escapade in the kitchen”. You look at him for a moment, and realize that he isn’t making fun of you and he is actually going to go and clean up. You pull him into a hug and kiss his cheek. “Thank you, I really don’t think I could have left the villa knowing what we did”.

“Bikini, now. I will go clean up”. Shawn leaves, taking his board shorts with him as he heads into the kitchen to clean up. You look at your case; you bought some new suits to come away with you. Shawn hadn’t seen them. You know which one you are going to wear today. You felt so self conscious buying it that you weren’t sure if you could even put it on. Taking a deep breath, you put on the bikini, if that is what you could even call it. It was a vibrant white, which would make you look a little tanner than you were for the moment. The top was a typical string bikini, except for the coverage. There really wasn’t anything left to the imagination. 2 little petals covered your nipples and not much else. It showed a lot of underboob, a lot. If you though the top was bad, the bottoms were even worse. Again, it was a string with ties on both sides, but the coverage on this severely lacking. It was so low at the front it just covered your mound, with the material just covering your pussy lips, with it morphing into a g-string at the back. There was nowhere to hide in this. You knew that you had the body to pull it off, but taking the first step outside of the villa was going to be the hardest part.

Gathering up your beach bag full of everything you would need for a day of relaxation in the sun, you pad out to the kitchen and lounge room to find Shawn relaxing on the couch, waiting for you.

Once he hears your movements he looks up and chokes on his own spit. “What the hell is that” Shawn stutters, trying to get any moisture back in his mouth. You cover your stomach with your hands, making yourself smaller, “It’s new. I wanted something to bring away. You don’t like it, I’ll go and change”, you finish, slowly turning back to the bedroom. “NO. Stand right there”. You freeze as Shawn gets up off the couch and stalks towards you. “Arms by your side”. You co-operate and uncurl your arms. You see him slowly walk around you. Taking in every muscle and piece of exposed flesh. “Now I see why you lasered yourself. Floss would cover more of you than what that bikini is hiding. How am I going to behave myself if you are looking like that next to me?”

You look up at him. Taking in his words, he likes it. No, he loves it. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “So you don’t want me to change?” you ask, timidly. He has a look and a smirk that makes your knees weak. “Don’t even think about it. I can’t wait to have you by my side all day, looking like a goddess. Sex on the beach is definitely getting crossed off the list. God I can’t keep away from you”. You smile at him as he brings you in for a hug. You feel his warm arms circle you and you relax against him. “Are there any more of these?” he asks as he plays with the ties on your hips. It’s then when he sees the bruises and gently runs his fingers over them.

“Remember, I don’t feel them and I don’t know they are there. Please don’t think about them. I told you I wouldn’t be able to cover much”. You take his hand, rub his tattoo and drag him to the front door of the villa. “Come on, let’s get some sun on these pasty bodies of ours”.

“Darling, I will be putting lots of sun cream on you out there. There are certain areas that I don’t think have ever seen the sun”, Shawn comments as he roams his eyes over you body. Partially focusing on the underboob coming through the top as well as your now hairless mound. “My protector, what would I do without you?”

“You would forever be pasty and white”, he chuckles. “Just a thought, you know, you could always take everything off darling. That way you wouldn’t get any tan lines, you know?” He wiggles his eyebrows, daring you to accept the challenge.

“Well that would involve a lot of sun cream, wouldn’t it?” you say as you make your way down the path. Shawn stops, glued to the spot, trying to work out if you were serious or not. “Don’t think I wouldn’t take one for the team and assist with the places you can’t reach”, Shawn yells back to you as you run towards the sounds of the crashing waves. “God, how is this still happening”, Shawn mumbles to himself as he palms his semi-hard cock. “Haven’t you had enough yet?” he asks his own member. He wanders behind you, following you to the beach. He watches as you find the perfect spot to set up for the day. This is going to be a good holiday. “Come on Mr Bond, get a move on”, you yell back at him, beaming up from your towel. “Your bond girl is waiting for you to protect her”, you say, holding up the sun screen bottle.

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