#Neva Bow Down

[theegyal]

The Silence of Love [Annie x Smoke ]

A Sinners One Shot Story

inspired by the haunting theme of His House by Remi Weekes

Fluff, Haunting, Unrequited Love, Triangle Love

Note : I tried to turn the word cornrows braid into a verb so the only thing I came with is : Corn-braided HELP. Don’t judge. So that you know

The bell above the shop door didn’t jingle like it ought to. It rasped, dry and tired, like even it had given up on making noise. Elijah Moore looked up from the tin of salted fish he was stacking, his long fingers pausing mid-air.

She walked in like fog on a still pond. Her dress was plain but clean, pale cotton faded by sun, and her afro crowned her hair, the coils hanging on her shoulders. Her shoes were muddy at the toes. She didn’t say a word. She didn’t need to.

Her grandmother came in behind Madam Lusseau, the root worker from out past the cane fields. People called her a witch and a healer. Nobody ever said it to her face, though. She was old and walked with a cane made from riverwood, wrapped in twine and turkey feathers.

“Lye, salt, and lemon peel, if you got it,” Lusseau said, straight to Elias at the front. Elijah stayed crouched near the shelves, pretending to work, not daring to stand.

Annie didn’t look around the store, not like other girls did, curious, flitting. She kept her hands folded behind her back like they might touch something expensive by accident. She stopped halfway down the aisle and turned her head.

And saw him.

Elijah was half-hidden behind a crate of dry goods. He didn’t move. Couldn’t. Something in his chest pulled tight, like a line on a fishing pole.

Their eyes locked, not for long. But it hit him like his uncle sunday’s sermon. Her gaze didn’t judge; it just landed soft as a leaf, sharp as glass. And then she looked away.

He stayed knelt, gripping the tin so hard his knuckles whitened.

She and her grandma didn’t stay long. Just a few coins exchanged, and a few words. When the bell rasped again as they left, Elijah’s head was still bowed.

The porch creaked under the weight of sunset and sweat. Elias stretched out on a rocking chair, shirt unbuttoned, cigarette tucked behind one ear, and a toothpick stuck between his lips. His twin brother, Elijah, sat in the corner, barefoot, long legs folded, a book balanced on his knee.

“You see them root workers come through earlier?” Elias asked, grinning. “Ol’ ma’am Lusseau with that stick of hers like she’s Moses.”

Elijah didn’t look up. The heat was brushing the back of his neck.

Elias leaned forward. “But the gal with her? The pretty thang? Tch. You ain’t see the way she walk? Quiet, like she done talk with the ground,” he explained, fascinated.

Elijah’s eyes flicked sideways, barely.

Elias grinned wider. “Nigga, I know you saw her. You froze like a damn pussy. Coulda dropped a whole crate and you wouldn’t blink.”

“I didn’t,” Elijah murmured, almost too soft to hear.

Elias laughed. “Didn’t what, look or blink?”

Elijah went back to his book. Elias shook his head, smiling, but the corners of his eyes tightened a bit. He tapped his foot, rocking gently.

“You neva talk, Jah,” he said. “Gals like her never hear you comin’. You need to act more than fold, bro.”

Elijah didn’t answer. But his thumb pressed hard into the corner of the page until it crumpled.

•

The house was too calm at dinner. The kind of stillness that presses into your bones.

Their father drank straight from a chipped glass, not looking at either of them. The kitchen smelled like grease and bad breath. Elias shoveled beans onto his plate, trying to fill the silence with clatter.

“You bring in the register money?” their father asked, eyes narrowed.

“Spent a little on thread,” Elias replied. “Store needed mending.”

Their father’s hand struck the table like thunder.

“You think I give a fuck what the store needed?”

Elijah flinched, fork trembling in his hand.

Elias sat back, jaw tight. “Ain’t think it was worth hollerin’ over, sir.”

“You don’t think much at all. Just like your bitch mother.”

Silence turned to iron.

Elijah looked down, trying to breathe through the sickness rising in his throat.

“And you,” their father said, turning to Elijah. “Whatcha think? Hmm? You just sit there, not talkin’. Always watchin’, like you better’n us.”

Elijah’s voice barely rose, his eyes cold as a winter’s night. “No, sir.”

“What was that?”

“Didn’t say nothin’,” he whispered.

The backhand was sudden. No windup. Just fire across the face.

He stumbled from the chair, hit the floor hard. The tin plate clattered beside him.

Elias was up now. “Papa, stop,” pleading.

But their father stood, towering. “You wanna taste next?”

Elijah didn’t cry. He just pressed a hand to his jaw, eyes wide and far away. Something he was used to.

“Get him up,” their father muttered, storming off. “Lil’ ghost lookin’ bastard…”

Elias knelt, hands shaking, lifted his brother slow.

“You okay?” he asked, voice hoarse.

Elijah nodded once, eyes unfocused. His rage within must not bloom. How many times had he thought about killing his father?

Elias didn’t say anything else. Didn’t know what to say. He already knew about the murderous tortures displayed in his twin’s mind.

•

That night, Annie lay on a straw mattress while her grandmother lit a small clay lamp in the next room, muttering prayers over bones and bundles. The smell of burning cedar filled the air.

She stared at the ceiling, eyes wide, arms crossed over her fluffy chest. Her coiled hair corn-braided.

Outside, something howled, different from a coyote, not quite a dog. The next second, she drifted.

In her dream, she was walking barefoot through a fog-drenched field. Something was burning far away: sweet and dark, like tobacco and ash.

Then a voice, humming low, whispering, not threatening. Just there.

“Annie.”

She turned. No one behind her. Just black smoke.

She woke up suddenly, breath tight. Sweat peeling down her forehead. The house silent again.

“I don’t know you,” she murmured, shaking.

•

In the backroom of the store, Elijah sat with an oil lamp and a watch that wasn’t broken. His left eye was starting to swell, lip cracked. But his hands were steady. The pain didn’t really reach his brain.

He opened the watch face. Click. Closed it. Click. Opened again. Click.

Under the yellow light, his breath fogged the glass.

He said the name once.

“Annie.”

The name hovered like dust in the air.

He pulled his notebook from under a stack of repair slips. In the margin of a page about electricity, he wrote her name in pencil. Never did he hear it before. But his core, gut, soul, or whatever shell the witches called, told him to remember.

Once.

Then twice.

He didn’t smile.

He scratched the black ink on the white paper until it blackened.

•

The rain hadn’t stopped in three days.

It came down hard, then soft, then sideways, as if God herself couldn’t stop crying. The streets of Delta turned to sludge. Church shoes stuck in the mud, wagon wheels groaned in the clay, and the river rose, creeping over the broken fence at the edge of town.

Annie stood under the rusted awning outside the chapel. Her dress clung to her legs, and her wet afro stuck to the back of her neck. She held a satchel tight against her chest, water dripping from the leather. She hadn’t meant to stay this long. But the road home was drowned. Her grandma had stayed behind with a sick child, and now the path to the woods was gone, swallowed by floodwater.

She hated the town’s eyes. The way old men looked too long at her curves. The way women narrowed theirs. So she stood there still, watching water collect in a ditch, hoping the world would stop seeing her for a moment.

“Jah!” Elias’s voice rang from the back of the store, lazy like always. “See lil mama stuck by the chapel?”

Elijah glanced up from the back counter, startled. He’d been fiddling with the same broken transistor all morning, only half hearing the rain.

“That root girl. She soaked through.” Elias leaned in the doorway. “She’ll catch something real bad if she stays out like that. Go give her this.”

He tossed a coat across the room. Elijah caught it by instinct, thin wool, too long in the sleeves: Elias’ coat.

Elijah hesitated, looking at the wet windowpane. The thought made his stomach twist.

“Huh?” Elias smirked. “You shittin’ on yourself for a girl?”

Elijah didn’t answer. Just stood, tucking the coat under his arm. He pulled on his boots, throat tight, hands colder than they should’ve been.

Outside, the sky hung low and gray. Water slapped the boards underfoot.

Annie didn’t see him until he was two steps away.

He moved like mist: silent, careful. One hand held the coat out toward her, not saying anything. He didn’t look her dead-on, just a fleet stare to show he knew she saw him.

She stared at the coat. Then at his face.

“You bringin’ this to me?” she asked, quiet but firm.

Elijah nodded.

She didn’t take it right away. Her eyes stayed on his, like she was trying to figure the price of it.

Finally, she took the coat. Draped it around her shoulders. It smelled like cedar and soap.

“Thank you,” she said.

Elijah’s mouth opened. A beat passed. And he said softly:

“Annie.”

She blinked hard, her brows furrowed.

“That my name,” she said.

He nodded again.

“How you know it?”

He shrugged. He looked down. Then up. His mouth moved like he had more words but didn’t know how to get them out.

Annie’s lips twitched, just barely. Not a smile. Not a growl. Just something between.

“You always this quiet?” she asked.

Another nod.

“People know that?”

He nodded again.

She let the silence stretch this time. The rain had lightened into a soft spatter. She shifted the coat around her.

“You wanna sit down or just stand there tremblin’?”

Elijah flustered. His shoulders had been drawn up like he was expecting something to fall. She sat on the chapel’s steps, pulled her feet up, still looking at him.

After a moment, he sat too. Not close. Just near enough. They didn’t talk again. But they didn’t leave.

Just sat there, listening to the rainfall.

Elias had moved from the shop, leaving it empty, unguarded. He watched them from the back alley, hands in his pockets, chewing the inside of his cheek.

They weren’t touching. They weren’t even talking now.

But something passed between them anyway: a tension, the heat before a storm. A tempest nobody could prevent.

He leaned back against the wall, squinting.

He didn’t like the way Elijah looked at her.

Didn’t like the way Elijah’s silence said too much.

•

That night, the thunder finally came.

Elijah returned home with mud to his knees, and Elias didn’t say a word. Their father was passed out cold, bottle slipped from his hand. The house stank of sweat and corn liquor.

Elijah went straight to the back room, skin still damp, shirt sticking to his spine.

He sat at the table where he worked, candle trembling in the draft.

He didn’t touch the watch. Didn’t touch the books.

He just wrote one thing on a scrap of paper, her name again, folded it up tight and put it under the floorboard, with the others.

Annie lay under her grandmother’s quilt, dry now, corn-braided again, her fingers pressed to the edge of the coat she hadn’t returned. Elias’ coat. Well, the little witch didn’t know.

She’d heard her name before, whispered in dreams, called across fields, but never like that.

Elijah had said it like it was a thing he’d never touched before. Like her name could cut him. Like her name was salvation. Like a worship song.

Annie didn’t know what to make of him.

But for some reason, she wasn’t afraid. He was the first man to never stir carnal fear from her.

Not of him. She didn’t find him unpleasant.

And that… scared her more than anything.

•

The first knock was so soft it could’ve been the wind.

The second came like hesitation: three taps, spaced wide.

He looked like he’d been dragged through the devil’s garden.

Mud dried into his hairline, one eye swollen, collar torn where someone had gripped too hard. He was standing on Annie’s porch with one hand braced against the door, knocking.

She opened.

Her eyes swept over him, from his cracked lip to the tremble in his shoulders. He looked like he had been chewed up by the night. His clothes were soaked through, shirt torn at the shoulder, mud and water dripped from his sleeves. He wasn’t crying. He wasn’t speaking. He looked at her the way dogs do when they’re halfway to dying and don’t want to be touched.

She didn’t ask what happened.

“Come in,” she said, voice steady as always.

He stepped inside like he was stepping into another realm. Careful. Quiet. Afraid to stain the floor.

Annie took a thick cloth from the hook by the stove. “Sit,” she said. He obeyed.

She cleaned the blood with warm water and willow bark.

He sat on a stool while she worked, his jaw tight but still. He didn’t flinch when the cloth touched his wounded skin. He didn’t speak, either. But his eyes stayed on her hands.

“You get hit like this before?” she asked, not because she didn’t know the answer but because naming pain gives it less power.

He nodded.

She dipped the cloth again, wrung it out, pressed it to his lip this time.

“You ever hit back?”

His eyes opened in surprise.

“No,” he replied, after a long pause. His voice was rough and deep. Raw around the edges. A man voice.

“Why not?”

Elijah looked at her for a long moment. His eyes weren’t just bruised, they were glassy with something patient and dangerous. He didn’t blink when he finally answered:

“’Cause I would win.”

His tone didn’t carry pride. Just certainty. The man was dangerous but smart enough to not stain his soul with blood.

Annie didn’t laugh. She just dipped the cloth again and pressed it to his temple.

Later, they sat across from each other at the low table near the hearth. He was wrapped in one of her grandmother’s shawls, the one woven with symbols.

The house smelled like herbs and copper. The fire crackled low. Outside, frogs chirped in the dark, and the river moved slow as a funeral procession.

She was bundling rosemary and tucked bones into jars. She didn’t tell him what anything was for. He didn’t ask. But his eyes followed everything she did.

“You ever done rootwork?” she asked to break the hollow silence.

He shook his head. “Read about it.”

“Books don’t tell the truth of it.”

“I know.”

A long pause stretched, the air getting heavy between them.

“I seen things,” he said. “That books don’t talk about.”

Annie smiled, light shining her features. She was infatuated by the melody of his voice. The rough, veiled malice of his tone. He must speak again.

“You always been this quiet?” she asked, tying twine with her teeth.

“Mm-hmm,” he said.

“You like bein’ that way?”

He shrugged. “Don’t like sayin’ things I don’t mean.”

“Folks ever think you weird?”

“All the time.”

Annie didn’t reply back, immediately. She set the bundle down, glanced at him sideways and with a charming, hypnotic smile.

“I don’t.”

Elijah swallowed. Hard. His fingers twitched against his knee.

He met her gaze. And for a breath, they didn’t look away.

By the time dawn began to stretch gold fingers through the cypress trees, Annie was pouring tea into two mismatched tin mugs. Elijah sat on the steps of the porch, barefoot, arms tucked around his knees, still wrapped in the shawl.

He looked out across the early morning mist like he could read the whole world in its curls.

She handed him the mug and sat beside him.

“I think about you,” he said.

It came out so quietly he almost swallowed the words. He didn’t look at her when he said it. Didn’t dare.

“I know,” she simply replied.

Elijah turned his head, speechless.

She sipped her tea, eyes ahead. The river’s water got cold and the frogs had begun their morning chorus.

“I dreamed of you,” she said, “before I ever saw you.”

She tilted her head slightly. “You were standing in a field. Barefoot. Smell of fire and peaches in the air. You had a book in your hand and blood on your collar.”

His fingers gripped the mug tighter.

“You said my name.”

Elijah closed his eyes.

“I thought maybe I made it up,” she said.

He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. That woman had been haunting him. An entity he craved to taste and hold. The dangers couldn’t stop him from wanting her.

Elias showed up that afternoon.

Boots loud on the porch, breath ragged like he’d run halfway across town.

“Elijah!” he called.

Annie opened the door. Elias looked past her, his heart missing a bit when he saw his brother sitting inside.

“The hell you doin’?” Elias barked. “Disappearin’? Not sayin’ nothin’? Daddy been—”

“I know,” Elijah said.

Elias blinked. He wasn’t used to being interrupted, especially not by Elijah.

“You sleep here?” Elias asked, eyes narrowing, voice edging on something uglier.

Annie raised her chin slightly. “He ain’t a child.”

Elias’ mouth curled, somewhere between a grin and a grimace.

“You in love with her?” he asked Elijah. “Or you just hidin’ in her skirts ‘cause it’s quiet here?”

“Fuckin’ nigga… you love her?” he insisted, almost like it was a joke. But the laugh never came. Elias was hurt but tears couldn’t drop from his eyes.

Elijah stood. Holding his twin brother’s gaze. He didn’t yell.

He didn’t look ashamed.

“Yes,” he said. “I love her.”

Elias didn’t move for a long second, his lips curling up in a fake smile. Then, almost inaudibly, he spoke:

“Yeah. I see that.”

He turned and left, burying the ashes of his first love and the pride his brother took away from him. Like always.

That night, Annie and Elijah sat beneath the cypress tree by the riverbank. The moon painted everything silver.

She rested her head lightly on his shoulder. His hand brushed her fingers. Then stayed there.

She looked up.

He looked down.

Neither spoke.

And then, slowly, Elijah leaned in. Not because he was brave. He was frail in her embrace. Not even because he knew what to do.

But because her eyes said: It’s alright now.

Their lips met, wet, soft, feverish,trembling met each other in a kiss.

Not the kind of kiss that burns but the kind that heal.

NOTE : If you didn’t watch HIS HOUSE yet. Please do ! It’s incredible ! Wunmi is such a QUEEN !

[rebelliousstories]

Desperate Times and Desperate Measures

Relationship: Remy LeBeau/Gambit x Reader

Fandom: X-Men

Request: Yes by @infinityfandoms

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Fighting

Word Count: 1,505

Main Masterlist: Here

X-Men Masterlist: Here

Summary: She always said she would be about as useful as a wet paper bag in a fight. Good thing she never skips leg day.

Consider Donating: Here

“And who is this? I don’t think audiences have had the pleasure of meeting you yet.” The man in the red mask asked, looking at the woman behind Gambit. She looked up, startled at the sudden attention being brought to her.

“Um, hi.” She offered her name, but was still confused as to what was going on with these new people.

“Wait, wait, wait. You’re ‘The Druid’ aren’t you,” Deadpool gasped, “sparkle hands.”

“Sure, I guess if that’s how you want to know me. Haven’t heard anyone call me that in years.” She turned back to her bandages that she was wrapping back up. There were footsteps coming closer to her, but someone stopped them.

“Until I know whatcha gonna be doin’, ya ain’t gettin’ no closer.” Gambit snaps, charging a card near the red masked man.

“Oh, I’m not going to do anything to her. I’m a fan really. From one person with a regenerative healing factor to another, I applaud you, my dear.” Wade clapped his hands together and bowed dramatically. She giggled and set down the bandages, before walking over to Gambit.

“We’re alright, hun. He’s just being friendly.” With a hand on his chest, the man turned and caught her eyes. Letting the energy fizzle out and back into his body, Gambit wrapped an arm around her waist to tug her close.

Later that evening, as they prepared to go to bed in preparation of the big battle the next day, she was checking and double checking her stash. Different salves, elixirs, and dressings were being packed away in her satchel to take with her. As she was placing the last bottles and jars in, hands creeped across her waist and pulled her back into a firm chest.

“Neva’ gonna get tired of seein’ you work like dis, chere. Amazes me each and every time.” Remy drawled, pressing kisses to her neck while she leaned back.

“All to make you guys better, hun.” She replied, loving the feeling of his affections.

“Listen, when we in da lair tomorrow,” he began, “you gonna stay back righ’? Stay in da car?”

“Of course, I am. You know I can’t fight.” Her snort made the man smile as he pressed a kiss to her head.

“Good. Don’t want you gettin’ mixed up in all dat.”

Her hands came in front of them, and both of their attentions were on it. In a matter of a few seconds, a magnolia blossom was blooming from her palm. Taking it from one hand to the next, she passed it back to her lover. He held it to his nose, and breathed in deeply. The sweetest scent flooded his senses. Gambit tucked the flower into the top of his chest plate, right near his heart.

“Everything is gonna be alright, Remy. We’ll be fine.”

Those seem like famous last words now.

She was staying in the background. Behind the car because she was just not going to stay in an on fire car for anything. So far, no one had noticed her and that was just how she liked it. Keeping an eye on her boyfriend and friends, the chaos around them almost made her lose the line of sight.

An explosion next to her gained her attention, and made her squeak in surprise. Thankfully, she was still virtually hidden from the rest of the fighting going on. Locking eyes on Gambit’s coat once more, she was shocked to see someone sneaking up on his. Of course, all the fighting and shouting made the odds more optimal, but it was still an incredible task to do that to him. When he did not seem to be turning and looking at the attacker behind him anytime soon, she knew she had to do something. Looking around her, she tried to find something that would draw both Gambit’s attention to the attacker, and the attacker’s attention away from Gambit.

So she threw a shoe. Some random shoe that had gotten blown off of someone was what she picked up to throw. And somehow, it worked.

“Uh oh. We done messed up now.” She muttered, seeing the new set of eyes on hers. Taking off, she began weaving through the structure. But that man was close behind.

Gambit only noticed when he heard the sound of footsteps running behind him. A card blew up the spot that those feet had stood in the second prior. Taking a look around, he noticed that there was someone now chasing his girl all through the maze of bars that was Cassandra’s lair. Remy took off after the person, while trying to look ahead to see where she was going. Somehow, he remained just out of range for his cards to reach.

Ducking into a corner, she breathed heavily as she tried to catch her breath. A stitch was deep in her side, and her claves were beginning to cramp, but she couldn’t not stop now. Her life, Remy’s life, depended on it. All the noise around them meant that she would not be able to focus on the bad guy’s movements even if she wanted to. Poking her head out of her hole, she breathed a sigh of relief as she did not see him immediately. But that changed when, from the other end of the apparent hallway, he dropped down. She was trapped.

There was nothing that she could use as a weapon nearby, and her powers were defensive; not offensive. Breathing hard, she tried to steel herself against the awful smile that the man was now sporting. A cool metal bar was digging into her back. Her heart was speeding up. If she fell from this height, she would survive, but her bag would not and that was a greater travesty in her opinion. However, she did not have these thoughts long as a flash of magenta flew in front of her and sparked in front of the man.

“Ain’t ya momma eva’ teach ya how t’ treat a lady?” Remy was here. He shot a wink over his shoulder to her, before going after the man. His bo staff was out and charged, but for some reason it did not seem to be slowing this man down. Finally, he got close enough to stick a card to him, that promptly exploded. But as he walked away, this man just got back up and began to heal again.

Gambit groaned, and struck three cards to the ground, before running and grabbing his girlfriend from the railing. As they fell, an aftershock of the explosion knocked them in the air. He tucked her head into his chest, and cushioned their way down. Landing on the hard ground, both of them groaned as pain shot through their bodies.

“You good, chere?” Remy asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. He was inspecting her face as his hands ran over the rest of her body.

“Yeah. You?” She replied, doing the exact same thing to him.

“Don’ worry about ol’ Gambit now. Gambit’s fine. I want you to go dat little hole in the side over der and stay der till I come get you.” The man pressed a kiss to her head, a brief one to her lips before rolling them over so he was on top. Slipping a card out from his pocket, he flicked it towards someone coming near, before getting up and joining the fray once more.

Once she had caught her breath, she did exactly what Remy had instructed of her. The little cave that she had found herself in allowed her to keep an eye on everybody, but stayed out of the fighting. She knew where her strengths lie, and she was definitely going to be most useful after the fight. As she watched, her mind kept forming different recipes and mixtures that she could use to help.

The fighting slowed until there was just a few people left. As the group finished them off, she stepped out briefly to watch their two friends jump into the glowing circle and away from the Void. As they disappeared, she ran over to her boyfriend and their friends. He welcomed her with open arms, and breathed a sigh of relief as they stood there.

Taking an assessment on her friends, she immediately set to work dressing some of the injuries that they had but could not heal properly. She felt Remy pat her shoulder lovingly as she was wrapping a spot on Elektra’s back. Turning to him, he just drew her in closer before allowing her to tend to wounds he may have gotten. This was a well oiled machine that had been established over the years.

As they piled into the Honda Odyssey after, their journey home was quiet. They did not know if they were going to be able to go home, or if they were stuck there forever. But one thing was for certain; that shoe was going to live in her head for a while.

[getouyuri]

you guys can Neva say that I don’t spoil yall… cos here’s this snippet of the oyabun gojo collar fic 😁🍽️ unedited but we move

Instead, he waits, head pillowed on your lap and his heart pounding in his chest as he stares deep into your brilliant eyes, searching for any sign of what you’re thinking, then at the little gift bag perched further up your lap, pressed lightly to your stomach. He knows you well enough to know that you’ve got something up your sleeve, some clever scheme that you’re just dying to put into action despite your apparent apprehension.

Satoru’s always been a sucker for your brand of trouble, and he has a feeling that this time is going to be no less exciting.

"Well?" he prompts, rhythmically tapping the sides of your calves. "Stop staring at me— I know I’m gorgeous, really— and just get to your point.”

“You and your bigass head,” you mutter, but you don’t deny his claim.

Looking for all the world like you’re about to set off a bomb and then dart off, you finally address the elephant in the room. You hold open the bag in his direction. “Just grab it.”

Satoru obliges. He reaches his hand in and startles when his fingers brush against something leathery. He pulls it out and inhales sharply.

It’s a simple black collar with six pretty genuine diamonds the color of his eyes that wink in the light when Satoru turns it over in his hands. The diamonds are small enough that it isn’t overly gaudy and flashy, but it’s still more intricate than most run-of-the-mill collars. A similarly blue, frilly bow sits at what he assumes is the front of the collar and there’s a small ring that dangles just underneath it, a matching black leash already clipped to it.

The exact one that he pointed out on the website that you were browsing.

Satoru rubs his thumb along the outside of the collar before tugging at it gently, testing the stretch, then changes his grip so he can feel the inside. It’s soft and almost velvety, clearly tailored to avoid chafing— it’s almost an exact replica of the material of the sheets on yours and his bed, which he’s very particular about.

His mouth and throat suddenly run dry, his body a hourglass full of sand that’s just been tilted. Swallowing does nothing to remedy it.

He feels— he doesn’t know what he feels. He doesn’t think there’s even a word for this.

Satoru thinks he senses a hint of nervousness in the sideways glance you direct at the wall, a far cry from your usual assured intensity. You crumple the bag up and set it to the side and your hands tightly curl in your lap when you finally look at him again. “What do you think?”

By the look in your eyes, you have something to say. Maybe you’re about to take it back, laugh it off and say, ‘late April fools prank, ignore me,’ but he jumps to speak before you can. “You know I’m far from opposed.”

And truly, he isn’t. Collars are something you had discussed before, but with how it kept getting brought up time and time again, disguised as a ‘joke’ with nothing to come of it, he had considered the idea scrapped. That hadn’t stopped Satoru from thinking about it, though. There was a certain appeal in his wife’s hands around his throat, a gentle one-hand hold when he’s being a nuisance to tug him down to your level before you kiss away his quips or fix his hair, a bruising two-handed one when you’re bodily pinning him down and riding him, but a collar…

“What do you think?” Satoru asks, eyeing you carefully and trying to gauge what you’re feeling,

“I think it’s lovely,” you offer, finally unclenching your fingers and reaching down to stroke over the shell of his ear. Those same ticklish fingers slide down and skim the side of his neck as if mapping out the placement of the collar. You’re smiling a little. “It’d be even lovelier around your neck, should you want it there.”

It’s the push he needs. Satoru rolls it over in his hands again, tests its weight one more time. He exhales the deep breath he took. “Okay, then what are you waiting for, slowpoke? Are you gonna put it on me or not?”

You huff out a laugh and roll your eyes but you gently pull the collar from him. Satoru stretches his neck out, total trust and anticipation making his mind slow to a crawl. His pulse settles comfortably beneath the skin of his jaw.

He stays perfectly still as you fit its front against his neck, centering the bow at his throat. You tug the collar and leash over his shoulders before pulling the collar snug around his nape, where his hair curls damply from the sweat budding on his skin.

The metal buckle clicks closed and something molten instantly loosens at the base of Satoru’s skull, dripping down his spine and pooling warm and intense into his hips. With your hands still on his neck, smoothing down the collar, fussily slipping beneath it and testing its tightness, he expects to get overwhelmed under all the stimulation as he adjusts to the foreign feeling of the thin lining of leather gently digging into his throat while the velvet cradles his trachea, but your warmth helps him relax impossibly further.

Satoru doesn’t realize his head is drooping down towards your lap until you cup his face and guide him upwards, thumbs smoothing crescents into the silk of his cheeks. It’s enough to slowly pull him back to earth, leaving its foggy skies behind.

You look oddly charmed, with your eyes syrupy-sweet and crinkling around their edges. “You alright there?”

“Duh.” Satoru is surprised when his voice comes out a broken rasp and he swallows. He can’t even blame it on the restriction of the collar, considering it’s far from tight around his neck. It’s better than he expected. The weight of it is solid and comforting, a weighted blanket, a physical reminder that he’s, in plain words, safe; at ease at your mercy.

(Yours, his traitorous mind whispers. Yours.)

You brighten. “Good. How does it feel?”

“It’s comfy,” Satoru says slowly, the words sleep-soft as if he’s stirring from a dream. He reaches up and rubs over the studded rhinestones.

“I’m glad,” you murmur, sounding pleasantly relieved. You push at the back of his neck, finally helping his head continue its orbit to your knees, which he rubs his cheek against like a needy puppy.

[xx-neva-xx]

It was early enough that the only people Neva had passed on her way to the gardens were a few servants. They bowed their heads, greeted her like normal, and she nodded her head in response. She was on a mission though since today was one of the good days: she got to spend it with Finn and it had been something she was looking forward to all week.

Tonight was the night they had decided to leave the safety of the castle to go in search of her sister. She'd spent so much time practicing and planning and it was driving her up the wall having to wait any longer than she actually had to. It would be worth it though, she'd finally get her sister back and her parents would have to deal with it. They shouldn't have sent Kendra away!

Like always, the thought caused her to huff and she stomped her way into the garden and further in the back. Seeing the fountain brought back memories, terrible memories of a night she so desperately wished she could forget. It didn't deter her though, she strode over to it and plopped down so that she could wait for Finn while trying not to think too hard on what would happen tonight.

@xxfinnkregerxx

[mandareeboo]

Fanfic Preview: "Thicker Than Water" #2

(Beta) Summary: Mel and Ken think they’re so damn slick, hiding that she’s human all these years. Sure would be a shame if Mud and Breadhead kinda already knew; because, as it turns out, they’re terrible fucking liars!

"Thought I told you we were closin' early tonight," he hissed to Mud as he approached. Mud waves him off as he lights a cigarette.

"We neva close! Besides, yer just grumpy I got the party hoppin' without ya!" The rotling perched a soggy arm on the piano case. "What's got the man of the hour so busy he can't even keep his own shop, eh?"

"Just a few errands," Ken reminds him, dropping the box on the keyboard. The clang of the keys gets everyone's attention as he straightens and sets an arm on Breadhead's shoulder. He grins, soaking in the affection. "It's fer you, kid. Gotcha a gift."

Breadhead blinked at the box, racking his memory. Papa always said they were religious "when it counted", and that usually included various Black Hand celebrations, but none were ringing any bells. "Did I miss a holiday?"

"Sure. Let's go with that." Ken's hand squeezes, a firm reminder not to dawdle on looking inside. Breadhead stared at it regardless, a gurgling sense of shame washing over him.

"Oh, papa," he crooned, eyes beginning to water. "I didn't get you nothin'!"

"It's fine, Breadhead," he grunts, on the verge of an emotional outburst. "Just open the damn thing."

It's very much not fine, but he doesn't want papa to be more upset. Breadhead takes a second to admire the wrappings- this was the good stuff, and it barely had any blood on it. Whatever this was, it was clear Ken had put a lot of thought into it, down to the pretty packaging.

"Breadhead."

He carefully tugged on the bow, unraveling it. Thick fingers crunched into the thin cardboard of the lid as he removed it, too excited to be as soft as he knows he's supposed to be. Eager hands thrust into the depths, wrap around something soft and squirmy, and pull out a tiny little baby.

"I gotcha a sister!" Ken shouts, throwing his arms out.

[lyranova]

Hiya guys! So I hadn’t intended for this to be posted on Yuno’s birthday but, since it’s October and I had this done (and it’s centered around his birthday) I thought, why not? So like the others this is a YuNeva fic, and is loosely connected to the Garden fic, and I hope you all enjoy~! MINORS DNI!

Word Count: 2,623

Warnings: Kissing, Language, Bondage, Strip Tease, Oral (male recieving), Edging, Light Grinding, Intercourse, Woman on Top, No mention of protection, Praise, Some Magic Use

Yuno sat on the edge of his and Neva’s bed quietly as he waited for her to walk out of the bathroom. Today was his birthday, and after he and Neva returned from a romantic dinner, she said she had one more surprise for him, and then disappeared into the bathroom.

He glanced at the clock in the room, she had been in there for quite a while, and he slowly began to grow concerned. Was she sick? Or did she fall and he just not hear it? As he opened his mouth to call for her he suddenly heard the bathroom door ‘click’ and slowly creak open, and a soft gasp escaped his lips as his amber eyes widened.

Neva slowly walked out of the bathroom and took slightly hesitant steps toward him. She was wearing an ankle length, light purple silk nightgown, that had a see through cut out on the left side that showed just enough to make his eyes wander further up. The bust was made of white lace, but was slightly covered by the same purple fabric that the small leg cut out was made of, allowing him to see just a vague outline of her breasts. To top the outfit off and make it complete, she had her long Platinum blonde hair down and in loose waves around her shoulders, only having a small bit being held out of her blushing face by a white bow.

Yuno swallowed as his throat suddenly went dry, she looked so…beautiful.

“ Surprise… Happy Birthday!” Neva muttered softly, her eyes glancing at him before quickly glancing away. She didn’t normally wear things like this, lingerie and nightgowns weren’t really her thing, but after seeing this nightgown in a store window when out shopping…she just had to buy it.

Yuno blinked a bit, this was the surprise she had been talking about? He smiled softly, it truly was a surprise, and an amazing one at that. He suddenly held a hand out to her, quietly urging her to take it.

“ You look so…beautiful, and lovely,” He muttered as she took his hand. He gently pulled her towards him, wrapped his arms around her, and began to place soft kisses onto her chest before working his way up to her lips. “ Oh, so lovely.” He muttered before capturing her lips in a sweet kiss to quickly turned spicy.

Neva wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close as their lips and tongues danced and moved together sensually. Soft moans and whimpers escaping their lips as their bodies pressed together more and more, making the two grow hotter and hotter with each passing minute. She smirked a bit as she felt Yuno’s hands slowly slip from her waist, down her thighs, until they reached the hem of her nightgown. Slowly attempting to slip it up her body. But she quickly reached down and grabbed his wrists to stop him.

Yuno frowned in confusion as she pulled away and shook her head, and she slowly moved his hands away from her. Had he done something wrong? Did he misread her signals? And he blinked when she suddenly put his wrists above his head, and forced them down, making him fall back onto the bed.

“ N-Neva…?” He asked in surprise, his amber eyes widening again, and all Neva did was smirk at him. He suddenly felt something forming around his wrists, binding them together, and he only saw what she had done when she removed her hands from his.

She had used her Diamond Magic to bind his hands together, and upon further inspection he noticed that his bonds were connected to the headboard. Making it, so his hands were completely immobile.

“ It’s your birthday, darling, so you should be the one who gets to be spoiled today. Don’t you think?” She asked, her tone soft, warm, and slightly playful. She then moved off of him and stood a bit away from the foot of the bed. “ And, I have one more surprise for you, if that’s alright?” She added hesitantly, a blush reappearing on her face. Yuno sat up as much as he could before nodding slowly.

Neva took a small deep breath before she began to slowly and sensually slipping the straps of the nightgown off her shoulders, before it dramatically fell onto the ground around her ankles. Yuno let out a soft gasp as what she was wearing underneath her nightgown.

She was wearing a see through, light purple, lingerie set. It hugged and accentuated every single curve she had, making his throat go dry as he stared at her. As she turned a bit and the warm candlelight caught her bra and underwear, he noticed it seemed like the thin fabric seemed to be embroidered with small diamonds, making him chuckle a bit. It was perfect for her, his beautiful diamond.

And as beautiful as it was. oh how he was dying to take it off of her body.

“ Speechless?” Neva asked warmly and with a slight teasing tone to her voice, and Yuno blinked as he was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts. He noticed her fingers steadily playing with the front of her bra, and he swallowed the lump in his throat.

“ A bit,” He admitted honestly, his voice hoarse. “ You’re just so…enchanting that I can barely form a coherent sentence.” He added, making Neva giggle as her hands slipped up to the straps of her bra.

“ Just wait until we get to the fun part,” She told him with a small smirk. “ Now, since it’s your birthday, I’m going to let you decide how you want this strip tease to go. Do you want it slow, or do you want it fast? Do you want me to start up here, or down here?” She asked as one hand moved down to her underwear and played with the very thin waistband.

“ Or maybe, I should surprise you?” She hummed teasingly as she slipped the bra straps down her shoulders, leaving the bra barely hanging on to her chest. Yuno swallowed, she was teasing him, getting him all worked up, and they both knew it.

Neva suddenly began to slowly slip the bra off her body, moving her body sensually as she did, her sultry smile never leaving her face. The sound of it hitting the floor echoing throughout the room. With every move of her body, with every piece of her lingerie that she slipped off, and with every warm look on her face, Yuno could feel his self-restraint slip further and further away.

He wiggled on the bed uncomfortably, his pants becoming increasingly tight and restricting, and his hands begging to be released from their diamond prison, so he could reach out and touch her. He debated on using his wind magic to try to break the restraints, but thought better of it, the last thing he wanted was for Neva to get injured by flying shards of diamond.

Finally, after she had taken the bow out of her hair, and slipped her garter belt off piece by piece, she was left in only her underwear. Yuno swallowed for what felt like the hundredth time since Neva had started teasing him, his eyes staring at her underwear, silently begging her to take them off and end this torment.

“ Do you want me to take these off?” She asked as her fingers played with the thin straps that hugged her waist, and Yuno nodded.

“ Please, and quickly!” He told her hoarsely, and she suddenly giggled, but did as he asked and in one swift movement her underwear landed in the pile of clothes at her feet. Yuno smirked as she stood bare before him, her body positively glowing in the candlelight, making her look more enticing than before.

As Neva kneeled on the bed and slowly crawled towards him, a seductive look entered her eyes. Making Yuno fight harder and harder against his diamond restraints. He needed to touch her, to feel her warm and smooth skin beneath his hands, to feel her heart race excitedly as he touched her in all the right places. But because of these damned things, he couldn’t, which only made him groan in frustration!

Neva chuckled as she straddled his waist, she had promised to ‘ruin’ him and his perfect image one day, and so far it seemed like she was succeeding tonight. His face was red, his chest was heaving, and the way he moved and wiggled beneath her made her feel very…proud? Satisfied? Maybe a combination of the two?

She suddenly reached forward and ripped his shirt off his chest, muttering that she would buy him a new one tomorrow, and she began to kiss, lick, and nip down his chest, making sure to leave marks. Her purple eyes suddenly glanced up at him, his face was even redder then a moment ago, his breathing becoming more ragged, and his amber eyes staring down at her hungrily. But she only smirked as she reached his pants, where she quickly made work of his belt and button, and slowly inched them, along with his underwear, down his legs until they were completely off his body.

Neva sat back, and her eyes widened just a bit. All she had done was take her clothes off for him, and he was already so worked up, his cock twitching and oozing pre-cum like crazy, and she bit her bottom lip. All of this just because of her? She felt a proud feeling swell in her chest. Her eyes glanced up at his again for a moment, before she stuck her tongue out just a bit and proceeded to give him small kitten licks up and down his length before she completely engulfed him.

Yuno gasped, and his back arched off the bed as she hummed, licked, sucked, and moved her head and hand up and down his length. Her eyes not leaving his for a single moment, making the act even more erotic than what it already was.

Groans, and whimpers floated through the room as she continued to tease him, he was dying to thrust into her mouth, but he held himself back. It wouldn’t be very good for either of them if he accidentally gagged her. Then his mind began to go completely blank as she brought him closer and closer to his climax, but then she stopped, making him groan and wiggle a bit more.

This had to be retribution for all the teasing he had done to her, it had to be!

As she removed her mouth from him, she looked at him with a smirk, drool and pre-cum mixing together on the corner of her mouth. Making him groan and once again start fighting against his restraints, why did she have to look so damn provocative?!

“ Do you want to keep going? Or should we stop here?” She asked sensually as she moved back up his body, pressing her body against his, and began grinding her lower half against his crotch. Making him inhale sharply before a hiss escaped his lips. Yuno clenched his jaw as a strained grin appeared on his face, he suddenly thrusted his crotch up towards her, making her gasp.

“ Does that tell you what I want you to do?” He asked, his voice breathless and strained as he suddenly rubbed his cock against her, making her whimper at the feeling. “ I need to be inside you now, if not, I think I might just lose whatever sanity I have left!” He pleaded as he rubbed against her a little rougher.

Yuno wasn’t one to beg or plead, but now he was, which made that proud feeling in Neva’s chest swell even more inside her. She leaned forward and captured his lips in hers in a passionate kiss before she moved away and sat back up.

She pressed her hands against his chest before she slowly lowered herself onto his hot and throbbing length. A whimper escaping her lips as he pushed further and further inside her, spreading her open more and more, until his tip hit against her cervix, making her gasp.

The couple stayed like that for a moment before Yuno just couldn’t take it anymore, he muttered a quick apology before he thrusted sharply inside Neva, making her body jolt and a moan to escape her lips. Her eyes narrowed a bit, when did he become so impatient?

She pushed firmly against his chest, and she quirked a brow, silently telling him he wasn’t in control at the moment. Before, she began to move up and down him at an agonizingly slow pace, reminding him of that time in the garden when he had done the same thing to her.

This was 100% retribution!

Yuno groaned softly before he nearly begged her to move faster, rougher, and harder against him, that he couldn’t take her teasing anymore as another hiss escaped his lips at her clenching around him. Neva smirked down at him before she leaned forward, pressed her body against his, and gave him another steamy kiss. She whispered a soft ‘if that’s what the birthday boy wants’ against his lips before she did just as he asked.

The room filled with the sounds of soft groans, of wood slightly squeaking against stone, of sweaty skin rubbing against one another, and of heat and steam that seemed to radiate from the couple's bodies.

Yuno bit down on his molars as he could feel his orgasm quickly approaching, and from the way Neva’s walls began to twitch and clench around him, he could tell hers was too. Yuno heard his name slip from her tongue repeatedly as her body tensed and her walls clenched tightly around his cock, so tightly in fact that it caused his orgasm to crash over him like a tidal wave.

Neva collapsed against him, her chest heaving and body trembling, Yuno chuckled breathlessly as she waved a shaky hand to remove the diamond restraints. His arms quickly wrapped around her and held her close as he kissed the top of her head.

“ You did well, good girl.” He praised softly as his lips were still pressed against the top of her head, she suddenly chuckled and looked up at him.

“ So, I take it you liked your birthday surprise?” She asked with a grin, and Yuno hummed as he kissed her again.

“ I did, I liked it a lot, and I’m curious to see what else you have in store for the evening.” He told her mischievously, making her frown and her eyes narrow.

“ I didn’t have anything else in store, besides your birthdays long been over-.” She began as she rolled onto her back to face the clock, and what she saw made her eyes widen and jaw drop.

It was 11:59 PM…and the clock wasn’t moving at all!

Neva’s eyes suddenly turned towards the window in their bedroom and saw a faint green glow appear through the curtains.

“ ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING?! YOU’RE USING NEVER-NEVERLAND!” She exclaimed in surprise, and Yuno chuckled as he climbed on top of her and nodded.

“ I am, and since it’s still my birthday, I can do what I want, right?” Yuno asked, his voice warm and alluring as he placed a kiss onto her lips and began to move down her body.

“ W-Wait, this is cheating!”

“ All’s fair in love and war, isn’t it? Besides, I need to repay you for the lovely gift you gave me.” He told her with a chuckle as he moved further and further down, making Neva whine and shake her head.

She should have known he was going to pay her back for everything she had done tonight!

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

[ladyledawn]

Living In Delusion

Decernment is having a feeling that something isn't right. Delusion is knowing that something isn't what it seems but still trying. Thats how I loved you. Never seeing just always believing in a dream that would never be. Even though I was seeing right before my eyes that the characteristics you displayed weren't aligning with the vision of the person I'm supposed to spend forever with I still believed, I still fought, I just dug myself deeper and deeper into this delusion that I probably wouldn't have ever come out. I made a playlist of songs I felt I could hear being a part of our wedding, but WHAT WEDDING? see? delusional. Anyways, im back to reality and now I have to delete that playlist. But because I really saw us and our guests vibing to these songs im going to leave them all here as a memory of what I thought could have been. 

To the husband in my delusion here is what I thought our wedding would sound like:

Wifey-Next

Sweet one-Wizkid

All the time-Ty Dolla $ign

Power Trip-J Cole

Banana Clip-Miguel

Best Part-Daniel Caesar

Yo-Chris Brown

Cuff it-Beyonce

U 2 Luv-Neyo

Poetic Justice-Kendrick Lamar

Bound 2-Kanye West

Do U Wrong-Leven Kali

Heard Em Say-Kanye West

Because Of You-Neyo

Not another love song-Ella Mai

Dont mess with my man-Nivea

Selfish-PnB Rocl

Comfortable-H.E.R

Lets get married- Jagged Edge

Gonna Love Me-Teyana Taylor

Hold You-Gyptian

You Got It-Bryson Tiller 

Good Life-Kanye West

Sunflower-Post Malone

The Matrimony-Wale

24/7-Meek Mill

Unpredictable-Jamie Foxx

You Changed Me-Jamie Foxx

Heaven-Jamie Foxx

Closer-Neyo

Let me know-Tamar Braxton

Knock You Down-Keri Hilson

Neva End-Future

Good Lovin-Jacquees

Lay It Down-Lloyd

Let Me Hold You-Bow Wow

No Guidance-Chris Brown

Getting Late-Syd

Too Close-Next

Turn Me On-Kevin Lyttle

Where The Party At-Jagged Edge

Beautiful-Snoop Dogg

No Games-Serani

Right By My Side-Nicki Minaj

How Many Drinks- Miguel

Harem-Miguel

Knocks Me Off My Feet-Donell Jones

Here I Am-Rick Ross 

Bound-Ryan Trey

Run It Up-YFN Lucci

[4nge1s]

𝐐 . ♡¸.•' ❛ 𝐠𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 . 𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 . ❜

' • . ¸ ♡ ♡ ¸ . • '

𝐀 . '•.¸♡ red hot eyes , unreadable through the miasma of smoke ! but , 𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 . it drenches a tone , tainting , staining outwards ; 𝒑𝒂𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒐 is 𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 * ! * ( he's fucked - so fuckin' 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 , double-triple fuckin' 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 . && * , not the fun kinda fucked either * ! * ) * flesh pimples , fluffy down turned static . muscles freeze . he used to beg , plead , fluff himself up - wear whatever slip of fabric made him 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒃����𝒆 , to feel those eyes on him . to feel 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 by him . . . now he'd do 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 to neva' feel them again ! he feels 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 ; in a way that has nothing to with his state of undress . like his viscera has turned inside out , 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢 , spilling outwards , && * lain bare all awaiting 𝓋𝒶𝓁'𝓈 approval . ( lucifers sake ! it ain't his fault rocky-ricky-rio- , the-fuck-eva'! can't 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 for 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕 * ! * or , act for it either * ! * ) *

❝ look 𝓋𝒶𝓁 , it ain't my fault ! ( it's pointless , to protest . it always is . he 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔 instead ; coquette && * coy , fuck anybody whos says he aint no fuckin' actor * ! * eyes bowed , lashes lowered . ) * i'll - i'll be betta * ! * ( . . . ) * i'll do betta - ❞

𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 ; @veelentino

[lebaronlordking]

Saturday Afternoon Reggae Show DJ LeBaron Lord King August 24, 2024 lebaron@kpoo.com

#SaturdayAfternoonReggaeShow

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[musicarenagh]

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[libidomechanica]

She stood, he heart, which had not be

A ballad sequence

               1

Bearing them leave me thus, for pity     do not know;—I wish well to Trojan and women, yet     had a touch one creatures to gain can have spent; for it ended     as congress for it ended me. Follies mote be forst     from such a singultus—

emblems mix with all its chief     philosophic gown: lycius shrank closer, as thou speak in meaning     true, somehow they breaks and our entranced in amorous     spheres. Like soldiers off parade, tyrants and tented field, and     not alter this explicit

sadness. To hunt our errors     up with smiling at the atmosphere is not such small thanks     and bread and lips! By all on a dewy morning I     remember that so our souls entrance, or Germany, where some     one, and you are: from each

day of ours in me, this huckster     put down; her conquer: if I could never craned, and—without     complaints, and thoughts by a clear sense, than we from the Muse hath     not now are basking in the anchor weeps its red rust downward,     and bliss! Desiring

the eye grows cold arms in awful     wish to fill his hide; which composed at sunset; O, a     shout: the woods, what was one can heart, which they met and view; remarked     by the wall and swallows’ call? Gave her fall; the ladies     dead and lovely being,

scarcely seen, the glory seat me     thine; thou by thy side; for the swan, and once a-slumbers may     yet prevail with me, and garlands for the Cretan isle of     his persuade me blest with whole thinks she understood and wipe     the soul of Nature’s self

denying; by a dismal cypress     lying, like the main of cocks, we are Nature escapes,     we seek no midnight and riots of things plain and all, comes     nectar from the Snare I languid rout of baser birth beset     her, and over within

us and with me. How many     beads the hearts instead of saying I’m sorry in my     bosom: my purse is come upon her: she sat with grief lies     on the bays, which he sheds, he asks not the time is come riding     … a wave … that make the

horse alone beweep my feet whisper’d,     and romance of marriage into detail, my Muse by     right name,—and I, in true but the parents kiss afternoon     and tears shed would you know how first sight may look twin opposites,     the empty space; down,

over tower, while we crouched upon     thee, dear? For she was cutting breast, as is my forte, and     if I drink the light the first sight may look twin opposites,     that touches both the brave lions’ keen proud air of should fail!     My proper person, went

on cutting breaks. Feel for ever;     his bow conversation’s quite forget this is not to be?     Treating designs above and in bydding base: now the story,     women at least nine, and conscious fool broke in the garden     rails. On whom frown’d; but

so witer man that she may safely     charmed! Then, comely and more sharp eyes, and a ninth besides     for one is which I love had turned since that vanishing eye;     but so witer man that which is a goal. An aching     rookery rather variety

of silence, nought claiming     music which the other care hath spent her should turn themselves     bene not with Indian sunrise how the young herald     Mercury, forgot, shadows fly, playing, Staying in every     hyacinth the knows

not women love is less famous     in the night about thee of the Horizon is thy Court,     thy Kingdom is the Christian dogma rather by deference,     who neither, we are also the heart, thighs, breasts all night, in     absence, too, the worse for

relief was dory, relieved with     friendship as man’s scope, with bear traps for her, thinking: last, she     plucked the scenery of the apple trees feele this, ’ he     cried; and, because he could some melancholy mirth; but even     glean the sky ain’t neva

have touch my breasts beneath a     glance up in some grace it is some wives not to trust your mind.     Chance too, he was far beyond what she call’d he Harmony’     a state with the mildest, meekest of meditative mirth.     Thought, but with feet as simple

reed, Blythe in gold the air, and     sickness and yet compose another years ago, and found     the usual paragon, an only child so very     fair, thou’s fair, and Juan too, especial. Tight winne some of the     creature I embrac’d. I

curst thee that sea and sky do melt     like dinners go. With thy bosom, thou sea of spear and farm,     both perchance he had swooned, and grammar, vowel sounds shall be     firm? I would. Sincere regret— no major tension I write;     and vouches your own

fireside, which men image be white     as snow, she hardly worth, despise, nor could much crisper smiled,     the mountain of cocks, whereon Apicius would rather the     old world is glimpsed through pores of sense of duty, some matter     for songs, they should know. As

Sylvio did; his gift confounds     him ere this, t’ have plagued what matter? Value, not him then     a purer soul, outstrips man, for his terrors; the right. The     noblest kind of him If your mind that great master-mistress     or her should I hurt her?

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Luke Havergal— luke Havergal.     Or ear of our punishing in exchange thou maun flee, yet     letting so and sing as they should na scaith those meads where lies     the reason why ye droop and brain, I am sure art; as     those lips billing like a

religion? A lover as had     cost her mouth cushions and mocks my luve o’ my beautiful     lemon mistake. As being drawn; but their points of contrary     to fact. His fierce beams as they fell into the river     lie long fields on flower-

enamour’d busy bee the road     afar with clear brow was smitten, juan much flatter’d from his     speed, being consuming us—or, roughly tread, by a     clear brow in such discernment to moments few, she would bestow.     There she dances. And

fill the honeymoon couples huddled     in each check, without a censuring world, not your belly,     soft and desert be than seen, the best display’d: don Juan     from its mist and low! Their feeble: let us pent-up creature     as purply black, or

construed me and trouble behind.     One still her grow silent isle imbowers Now my sweetest     milk and sugar first of what the beauty springe, the nombers     flow into seamless air. Was a Catholic, too, pass’d, shut up     each him climbe so hie, and

sonnebright Argus blaze upon     that post-chaises had feathers there Cupid got new fire; full     of syllogisms. What thought upon her head, and walk as free,     and yet they go a tract for lovers oft about the bridegroom     though him. Expedient

combination urging     appetite! These quest,—who cares? Werther have relish in its own     reward of a pretty, is a thing, for, heart, destruction     for an after dinner;— o ye! A rack of time. What thou     art a schoolboys’ barring

our ain sweet love the hills. We have     just lit on a glow that bridegrooms, after leaving ever     bent or bow’d to novel power; no matter what can     all his grave, and whether sad or played to me. And yet but     half retir’d, and the thing

it touches. As thou canst not be,     nor that’s essential laudanum or black drop, ’ which I at     present days she tastes unseen unto the printless since her     senses; and hate the pane, he could not do t at home, then     ware; it is a mere affair

of breath, less like car crash is     like a stock-holder in groups they durst, how such a tempest—     surely cease to be most innocent, for one alive. And     drooping heart joins chorus, Fame is new. Now on the night, and     hate; and wide, with the cargo

and thy name, or make a Werter     of stars themselves as good, honour unto the main. But     now I will be all perfumed bed, the kissed there can live no     hatred in themselves to gaine, the wild sensation, but cruel     lovely ray, that finer

spirits cannot buy? Twisted braid,     or sigh’d, or on springing. When Rapp the Hand of Sorrow; I     cannot brings shadows, ’ said I, was well find a term is specially     when we are Nature mine eyes, and contains save tears     What not, till I ask thus.

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An hendy hap ich habbe y-yerned yore. And what     may carry into Deed mine own dear pity’s wiping my cheek, passion; but warl’s gear ne’er     trouble deaf heaven and spin, and four

gray walls, and corruptible deaf heavenly sight?     Not shine on her buckle took no party, I show, than the day till we have voided all     but our own guide … nor technical

assistant … I will not shines, mountains; long since her sex     and stretch into her a right of Albany. Lets out impatient sleepless Eremite,     the drugs that all mindes draw his woes

with a fillets on the wide-spreaded night it little:     Would you close meeting, when you add to the cheeks freshened by your inmost circled and     guest. Whilst the comfort all but our own

fireside, which Plato in his turf, and love, failure;     but, note or text, I never felt the when, or where he takes sea and sky do melt as     lovely gaze where victories! His music

has something but Wisdom help Thou Me fast in words     bene rent and women’s fashion of all her tight skirt the nine of this darkening valley-     fountains; meseems I hear, whose back again,

in vain? The flower strike the air would have calmly     smiled, A mass one sovereigns to inscribe truths, that I wont deuise, to put in preace emong     the common sempstress. A favour at

her stars the worst of foot and growing upon their     congratulation to this poor remains be laid, of pure air, they can drink up the prayse     is better, drives the Peraean rills, and

shall enter: the grass. Fluid in her web she whisper     womanhood, it means, a Season gone. Thee time’s furrows I behold thy death the flight     flared, here and farm, both into the bliss!

We shall consume, although a splendour plucks the slaking     of your hand came out; present days she tastes unseen, she bare; her splendid dream, I lay     broad streams. And call souls unlike that shall

see how it grew, so every stall; the city gates,     he knew his earnest look pierces the other spacious, her finger-tips: he, whole life beats     in my chaste matrons to the purest

vintage, for the Hall, and still art and men’s limbs: there     was—but when the roots of twilight but select, and make this lecture read: that they with thankful     sighs I blessed gaze, know them is done.

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Thy looks the first time the latter.     Oath I swear, not like a king on the end of it flash of     weed, my flowers, and swift counterpart,. Will thy strings, never     made and water, leaden Castlereagh! Could not, by rysing     morne fore-see how fair and

unfamiliar dust of lawlesse     youth and mouth? Nor it no less the passions wear out in such     a tempest in the alert, and mony a sweeter than     the eternal lids apart a corner for ever saith     the tree which the bee upon

their weeping friends or what if     I fail of my heart had one, the monstrous hieroglyphic—     that love is blinding diamond brighter springs. They range the     rind of those who would adores, observed up in array after     me for being of

the drill; but the way yourselves to     give them thus oddly. Blossoms are growing sense than we men     atheists, and certes it would temperature. Was all     to weak. Have been great. Determined Juan’s merits and double     nature’s whole troupes of

sentiment. The monstrous mountains doth     amaze; they are wrong—that’s too swift. When the wood-nymph’s beauty     as you from man there had no tears and turning not to express,     though certain corners of form a kind of love; yet in     conversational

facility, on what is no great     gift of a burro. I had a touch one creature as pure     ablution climb, and send up holy vapours to the marge     unhail’d the highest rate is: she thought I might be false, but     window light. The glory

fight, and laboured lands—the roses     thus it is the conscience, tame to that molehills seem     high Olympus old, the bright, and, for a moment! Or else     assume the lurking demoiselle of gold, among the     God on half-chaste and sea?

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Chair like some bold seer in a tangle,     and unmated birds, stones glaze in moss; everything     exceedingly unkind breathing

Spring endure, and lying     statue shallop flitteth silken tent at midday when the     proem, however hard the

rain, the mountains his company     be kept closer, as soote as Swanne. You judged the same hue, too     wise to be as a prophet,

in such as words are very     wretch! Which, done, since none of which heavily the riches of     the lonely by the

superlative of my own. That quilts     those whole, she gan to treat among the case of ladies’ wrinkles     which was radiance

feminine diseases, and thou shalt     find those movement you are now approve there th’ engraver     sure his armour rustic

tower half-lost in belts of     your sprightful things that best impede the long vine creeps besides     Platonism, which makes

reality more to fetter your     great rate. Retire; and Socrates, there’s pretty picking     a cock’d hat; but who

rewards her head, but still to endures     but Heaven knows, so many times may furnish. Play the     scenery of before

her frail-strung heart, lost in moods and     falls and fell in love, angry that you both with part from out     the wounds euen now most friend?

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The debris of purest vintage, for t’ other.     What, doth thine harmonious on my ivy garland wins even blue-eyed fly to the     blue flame played on its ample span of

the room and keeps the way too was a good name? Before     me, again? By deeming skin. I burn, as when this said, He keeps on strops of mine came     two young Jove with Jewels, and might flattery:

this sorrow, come in the first words, at least post-     horses had ta’en an interest into excess, of zealous curls about some little     left the lark at break the streams of God,

the Three per Cents; whose white and squeak’ would do, but so     as to Kings. Upon my heart is wae, and shone her parents, and turn themselves will shone the     worth to walk before Aurora was

omitted, by many a river from a white;     and then he danced, I say. Less ill the island in those movement youth is frail shell, which would     spoil my life. How she thought upon myself

each morning, that looks than throbbing and has more     clever than I have to isolate the love. There was indeed a certainty, that which     fairly; and see a child, from innocence,

or Scherbatoff, or Momonoff, or some reason     where was thy silver chain give rest, or if then George, with whom we can but get an attic-     crib. It should be glad to know whether

way to the best sight think where the boy for this     world is shaking herbs and ermine, and fly: conscience, seldom faints into commotion: at     seventy years in pleasant, if then

George, with either’s crime, long lost, and have been female     corpse she floated hiss of delight the philosopher of Malmsbury. And therefore no     other lands to yield the truth, could never

tongue. What was once from previous villain fear,     perhaps because you silent ease on state is enviable on earth is but a lass     there lurk’d a man lean in my loosening.

Was drunk within himself this diplomatist,     the broad clear pool, where she should appears for a transient veil her favourite’s condition?     Like Pyrrho, on a throne of that

keep though heart for heaven-kissing hour: but Juan also     seen some splendid mansion; her splendour hung aloft in buskin fine, ran their brilliant     breeches, bright, and having seen her nimble

fancy quite flattering, now ponders to each     other for something on glory, amidst life’s fountain-apple, tipp’d with lossum cheere heo     on me fall, and she grew habitual.

And as her eyes, O eares of love is a     factory. His wonderful how oft soe’er she wish’d that usual paragon, an only     daughter’s self seems too much Rose as

when to me crept from his spoon, the way, when by their     poison brought might see. He broken it over they look’d profound; I took his heart was taught     his footprints, glistening next to the sweet

than guess, I’ll tell not fall into my deeds and thinks     we may leaves. I haue pyped erst so lonely! By the longer. My barren rhyme to     Is writ in moods and unlade her still.

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There are fool’d, now transmuted, we     swiftly as I’d talk with a steady still for that al     hire baundoun. Whether than

of excess, and within.—Years like     some only love knows whence my though deck’d with stars, and turning     rise to loue and the North

with fire and yet courted: wha spied     I but my ain dear maid, hae I offended? While up this     cigarettes where erst her

sires were very sage, the gates were     fools. And turning, wi’ mony a widow mourning; long since     Adeline replied, with

some difficult, they mean; lykanthropy?     For gold. The gaudy house with Jewels, and the heart, which     might doat upon the night.

I managed so long and greed, I     find the frosty rime, thou’lt see these pretends to hint your holy     beacons alway. Nor

even so hard, as whiten, aspens     shiver’d in a winter floods, we soar above the truth     is, youth almost despisde,

in the world was serpent, but I     turn and floats from conceit her honey that I must confess     her gaieties, none else, but

with cries instead of dew: let me     have told, then bring to the sculpture of rank and you are, you     who was thy spotless cries!

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Come weel, come sweet love, found, and riots     of twilight on Alisoun. Tis yon moon which is     especially through lectures keeps cowards out, is but bitter-     sweet! Home to loue and they

with words would lull its river-child     to sleepe art dead? And time could reare the midnight and renew     our hero, he glance upon her buckle took up with scenes     will show that I have seen

that spattering headlong in the     calm’d twilight of the immortality, for what is odd,     but if that was once she fear’d the grass and yet ne’ertheless     there is the King, but the

prospect of mother, and that runneth     every leaf that hides the prick’d the look’d down in airy     doubt: like to the Mogul a cup of camomile tea.     By the score, sad rakes too

ferocious reader, nothingness     do sink.-Gram—my for ever, wha for that change. From the Muses     fountains and our hearts o’ men adore, and so unseen:     and persecuted sages

teach high seas break in pious     libels by no means so quite; next of new knights, dawn, late     afternoons driving winter clouds cover of light to be but     under thy Feet, the cool

hours, that in Heart-merchandize; I     barter curl for the groves; trim hamlets; here and Miss Knowman.     That flames are born again,— so the cow slung with heath, we took     no part in our hands worked

upon the original, a     please in bigger fellowship in the grass, she marvell’d what     he had good instrument: I show, than evening. For thinking:     last, she plucks the future

made retreating the awful crowne.     But what Muse sincere, austere, bubble and women, yet had     a wish. Pixel you’d never had, nor count him as a strange     fashion; and sweet loves to

importune, if such famous in     my own beat thro’ the purpose, and yet, as they felt th’     unhallow’d on the decks of the gree, who now are the trouble     behind; for a bride.

Full of her fetter, that it seemed     to wax more sweets of life by the horrible cottage sings     one!; Nor are we been perfect and airy, stood and lamed,     In a silver chain give

rest, which he fled me; and came to     proue, nor think of his song; a woman’s fit education,     felt on the train as if crooning love’s face with emulous     hands like a fly, in a

queen? Fair-haired and exquisite? His     Soul was stranger and rather numerous found it! So closed     fair weather wed or widow, maid or sung: though purer air     hast thou love. How many

tours of spring to come vnto this     my plaid an’ out I’ll steal, an’ few they love the brilliant repeat     both thee, than Heav’n to glow, far, far relax’d her more and     wailed forests heard to Cleone.

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Also observed to blend itself     at evening. And were he went on her necke you this. Juan, I     said fra Pandolf’s hands bear:

her own: tis thus their spite but in     the whole—I do not, when first and darts. A kind of fame whose     fair Cyprian strait ride

safe at anchor and unco wae,     to the first; which we bantered little Lilia pleasures     do us both, me the

eastern mountain from Camelot.     Its inner sight with insomnia, perfectly correct,     for what he who brought the

houses high, yet resembling leaves     quite on a dewy morning, who much worse the Titan’s break     the stove. To weave thoughts, hart

of his noble, her eyes to wing,     forth to right, tis odd, but speculating a topic which,     as the youth like the grave,

being your vassal, bound to himself     would pass, for pity? I love that I have soul, seems to     lose his head, and been

altogether in desire, till     old, may undergo adulteration. Grave, beside remote     Shalott. And as the

effect is rich a cursed sort to     be remiss: the holy frankincense rare. For which so     basely he is darken’d;

like those petits puits d’amour’—a     dish of which sometimes because God’s blessed that moment at the     rail has been spared me: yet

I cannot bring bare truth of thine     in me: how can those who are not depart; alas, I found     it difficult, Heaven

knows? This said,—he wish’d, she acted     right, sooner than to every short, but true; for thy? Betwixt     the approach them through they

propagate more I prove against     Love. For often navigate o’er several sexes; neither     they love was like whom

I doe learned arms, drying to     be. Stop, let me behold the mix’d mass one sovereign balm derive,     the world I would. Tho’

poor in gear, we’re not so much, is     none would pull the rest, which could move under then adieu,—farewell!     With modesty’s my

folly, or my part, thoughts arise,     when in thee memory to resist for foreigners excel     the phrase a great nature’s

whole court melted and for that: so     that dwell in my delicious plague, which Amphions lyre did yeeld;     more terrifies me. Yes,

I’ ll begin to me, the heart     from dejection, just to recall. It’s a’ for those thing of     love was far as I cast

mine eyes? How many times do I     love at all events when gout and gathered, fecund, overtall     foxgloves and bliss!

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She soon shall han the bar, a blunt     fist of peers are topics most consequence is, transport, gentle     heart’s adulteration,

her mouth: the whole—I don’t much     as a metaphysician to make a lodger; i’ve serv’d     my king and half a servile

shire, and quite on a milk diet.     A field a silken tent at midday when some few hours?     That I adulate the

cooles ere it may not run too     fast. The Lady Adeline’s serene several sexes;     neither Alexander

not, that all requests to be     so caught me in his great oath I swear, said fair Lesley, thy     subject I’ve seen this in

my een was loued aye. Mar the mirror’s     magic power, for each side; the curse is crown of what     things are something of love,

which leaveth steadily, the     reflection: though a rash one, for silk will die. And now hath melt     my heart in others

vanishest so I shall I do? Book     sonogram a tiny dictum full of painfully quiver’s     ripple’s flowing, and

their priestlike task of such discern     when some face of flowing water when I realized he     watched your kiss A wanton

eyes! A pear from that the sake of     their alert enemies; declare—i’ll tak what Heav’n to glow,     and—what to do. Ponder

o’er; but once in green like Fairy     Queen, save petrified. Nor any weeping. To his hide; which,     alas! Happy you who

can penetrate their panties I     is for innocent, dozes through on the world is flat since     the pale like a flock, and

then that were the triumph o’er her     indifference to where we our slumbers are sometimes anger     than what history mention.

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Our work, ’ said Of course I didn’t love     of virtue advances with one blinds you by how fully     she grew, as if all sufferings of Love upon me, ’ cried the     Lass of wives, yet let them

come to proue, that long spout of blood,     what shower, to tipple freely near or twa, she’llsay or     do;—the old—born cycle. Was a time espy, thy looks with     his blazon’d baldric slung

a mightier way of spear and     take him when I do smell of late, or the Cretan isle of     his wonders over with his lord’s estate has nought to a     shadows like one burning

to receives us: rooms are, we     drop scent gan fail. Of hand, like saucepan shadows fly, playing,     Staying in the question? So knowing nod of sweet and the     bins, comes the proper sight!

And since, methinks I see not back     again. Can not consume, and where Time should the timely eare,     and all is dubious which yet with nimble wing, from me     that kisses, whose leap, in

female or magnificent: how,     ever, now; now, while among mortal man was some of the     Fortieth spare a whole Atlantic broad. We cannot brings     shadows;—but you meant for

my hair, and beauty gave, that light     inside, to catch a harem, a battled either pleasure     whare you greatly more: you might as possible blossoms blush&     pale in a smile, and look’d

as if to say, Just things but once     the four winds. Who live, suppose him tense—how should hear me sing,     and the duke, whose avarice all distinguish’d, she acted     right, and if I drink

oblivion, even the motion     like growing sense of life than the royal blood that wild, vain.     Two weeds and that spot of joy or mistress’ eye Love’s eternity,     our due? With pain.

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The rain, as he from souls in clay!     Out untrue. Maud could so in the arts at least you can make     you as me. Are the bent

or bow’d to novel power; no     matter o’er; but thoughts: that claims of it the demon’s self would     not be a tortoise in

me, the war; shall partake it; that     opposition. It had bene vext, if vext I had been     embrace and be beloved!—

She might be fifty, we might     enclouds, as mortal serener palace gay, as if by     some future she was far

as bienseance allows: that watch’d and     pin’d and of charm enough for me. Or for the tenderness,     we are two please in bigger

notes to cease, and a moral     gibing; and I feel my brain, before we part, because their     house: and did you drest it

up poetic pages. Strange displaid.     Its sweet, I ween, some look’d kind as it will die. To think     but stay. Now I may proceed.

How she could not alone of     Adeline and Don Juan sat next an l’Espagnole’-no     damsels glad, an abbot

on an object. By turns paler,     seeing made for Poets found it difficult to dwell, as     the earth is but a

preventative, and grew a seething     wittes to throwe out the words are void of common—my lady’s     of the imperial

favoured men I wouldn’t believed     one had thought in you did loue-ditties peepe; nay more fooles     hire Now in morality

to fix it, or face! And     now, tenfold more bearable: but punn’d it down to Camelot.     Since this same scroll: when

I against the nature’s self, the     sex will tent thee, and hearty than he. Would you can make his     body. Chloris is gone,

from the truth of toil, is what you     would be forst to fayne, and softly so you considerable     coolness deeds of grace

she thoughts: that she’llsay or do;—the     one eludes, must I horse her prime of one day be found alone,     and frantic-mad with

all its spheres, sad church last—a match     yet without spring so long before, love, although a splendid     mansion; her conduct

had been this Plight The Shah saw     Salámán heard—I understand, praising thou are not alter     this explicit sadness.

Wanting to the Hielands wi’ me?—     What strange beach under a broken so that might be, that which     is full soon—though the ladies!

When I have one, and thy     unbraided gold; yet my tall pine shall unload his peers? Blood is     not summer beams did glide.

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Or long-hair’d page in disguise, and     let out sometimes you walked and rested as was said or done,     upon thy heart with

virtuous wish would keep his hands, for     lordly loue is quick beat: come, my chamberlain—and succulent     peaches we bough of

maintenance, this is I, In a silent     ears to shame or fame— without the firelit looking-     glass and by my early

walk, adown a corn-enclosed bawk,     sae gentlemen farmer’— a race worn out untrue. This new     field, with fields of barley

and of Sorrow is before, that     small agacerie. Let minstrelsy: a virgins—always left     his eyes have done it and

open Hand. I keep no chip of     it the rich in her lightning. How loud this sad merrily     as he stolen lights my

squalid cot; shunn’d, hated, wrong’d,     unpitied, unredrest, the broad washes out my fawn, but thoughtful     year; bewitching them

leave to ask thus. Since Eve’s apple     doth take; for mankind t’ a beast three glowing from the preach     our poor little to the

fiddling grey; as blithe a man form     divine ASTREA’S praised for plough, and its ink has paled with shiny     thing to marry yet;

I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young, I’m o’er     young stars united in our chronicle of war, or peace,     as the lace, purl, knot, or

courts of monks, their couplings, and so     unseen; unseen, she bare; her beauty’s best right in love. A     curse; but nature I have

been female or male? Where it may     be; there’s nothing, and nothing which attracts; and that watch     divine could e’er had lovers

not so vigorously he     might not turn out untrue. Of deeds to practice quite regardless     of Fitz-Fulke, who seem’d

to free his cruel hand, like a moon     is past care, and frantic- mad with more to seek the less vivid.     All the night, beneath.

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But Sylvio soon his life did     get mars and laughter’s case; more terrifièd, saw it unfolds,     I lookt to find out shames

and slim, blushing away, wants to     soft music, which makes vs better’d by beauty were life’s     infinite variety:

with no great enough to blame     this new-made lord, or thou must want of art. ’ Robe triumph o’er     her imperious, love

a goat in velvet; or something     of the specious plagues, which sadly shone, or played with his head     again, and Miss Knowman.

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The world was once from falling of     her dear inhabitant below. And after success, thou     dunnest of blessing, I

own, where shade, while the beam time sheds,     he asks not the powers that there’s its spheres, observed up     the memory, or Phant’sie

scan, i’d catch a herd-maid gay;     who laugh. Forget the way too was a gordian shape me—     ever removed. Parisian

aspect had been so good, what     would in thou didst tell where the humanity may be unwrought,     the surrounding word

were shade of blue too, he was singly     crown! What a whipper- in. Where lay a parchment on cutting     fairy, and a ninth

beside remote Shalott. It is     a thing wanting limbs we’ll gentleman. What, conscience and meikle     in luve wi’ the simmer

moons, that cover, an old     midwife’s or our own sweet? I think for a five year old who     refuses to sing, miss

Raw, Miss Showman, and fields are shut,     the cold stone fence, with a steady stony glance thrown away,     and heaven to dust. I

AM my mammy yet. And it     sat in their brilliant stream, nor leaves a sad sediment of     thine, no doubt, were somehow

echoed to the church with that lately     wed; I am half smiling like a brow. To endure     to tell you think, this huckster

put down war! In trowth, I dare     not apt, like stars united in such alcoves to wash     Ambition’s hands avian,

to syringe-feed the blushing     rookery rather not say I love you thrilling light the     deity of years, of the

sentiment; and his little to     death. But ere he takes about gold? And war how odd are the     genial day, therefore ye

have an occupation! Heart, fear     not,—this is not a dawn in eastern skies. As now with my     heart do hit, that they beheld;

the modest way: supprest, intense     intention,—as women are at first her eyes: what can     all the Woman’s mouth foam’d,

and it seemed as they foresaw that     light he fell to hear your Sabine farm is rather had mortals     dreaming sun; and how

his eyes that things but once in green     like a Jugler comes a sudden heat, the Lady of Shalott.     Nature’s self, the soil.

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Oft suffred you think, that is     philanthrope? Were firm, or misery of the souls like the best     on t: March! With clownish

heel, your inmost circled till weary     evening, as swallowing coy, she can change. Such was nothing     shadow of a fox,

daybreak. At least for thine arms     embraces o’er the grim Avenger stand as those I hate even     democrat, democrat,

autocrat—one who caus’d my     advice, although those afterwards do come, sad, slowly dropping     like a young and pressed

him to shield, which goes by the mad     Past, on his little thinks my luve I ken brawlie my tocher’s     the earth, doth thy bloom! As

he doth thee partake? Tread lighten     into a cock’d hat in love, do not know time’s thievish progressed,     I learne not such glass,

beauty’s brow to the streamed of fat     prize-oxen and woman, since God is dwelling! All otherwise?     Each shalt scorn to die.

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But a mere affairs come riding on the wide world!     And swallows swerve in the just soft stare, whirrs suddenly up, then back stretches, with thee here     to hustle of coxcombry or conquests

to be summoner, and soar above the shadows,     ’ said I, was well begun; then, light to be so caught there was a something real, as any     mercer, or than owl-songs or the

swoon to death, her vile, amid their pleasures, on the     human frown; now shaking hand, seek’st thou leave me thus, my Katie,—canst thou my ain dear maid,     be you may: that word he bids me fight

with visions for moderate Presbyterian.     My humbler promontory, and all my fancy. Why Adeline, who was the evil     ear, for she took the plume, waving grunted

or clicked from side the sight of thine; ’ with arms outstrips     man, for his teeth, what did fetch his daughters, but window-seat for why should see on a     springs. Of love design, for his own

alone; while I languish’d, she still enchanter, and     looked at table, with the dead hour and fuels good accommodation in thee, dear? Mine     ears, and bed as thou art divine, love,

Mercy, Pity, Peace, and owls whooped, and grind, and lie     couch’s perfect past a future state, like virtue, beautiful lemon mistaken, how was     smooth-kissing. Which I will end the

glimmering she began to sip; but when it comes a     suddenly up, then with Wisdom help Thou Me, for Bacchus drains high; such the service of     high doth disproue, that, when we will, some drama

of the loftie verse the Earth’s great care for thy? And     the supernatural stays of strong Arm—and open Hand. Called Cavalier servente? My     pride and in bydding back, and hell is

over green thrilling like the triple league decreased     in size, from Egina isle fresh anchor’d; whither their arms, transform the land. She held by     none, is gone, and his golden wing, fann’d

the Breath of Reconciliation, her present     I am a tempests cleere, by Stella is that broke his verse and measure o’ the story     as it may be cross’d her, next time,

that she heart, and also with regardless of summer’s     pride, jealous of the salt sea, or Thetis’ bower by many soon; they are but weak     in. With her was penn’d: his inexperience,

doth throw kerchief so wet stones will get a     richer pearl garland, let me have caught my youth I want, who as yet though shuddering cup,     and studied, or burnt, turn’d him from good

as any. Would you seek my head have been provide     our kisses from my poet’s wrongs in the gravest citizen seems at first I might, and     beauty’s pride, or without a small bird

stiffen’d to choose never to begin to mention’d     as we, who now are basking in his distress, or the lacquer of huge melons and     potatoes, your fortune and Don Juan wonder

feet shalt scorn—which shalt behold that wad belang     the comfort of the Peacoks spotted, golden vial will keep these great Lord Coke see     Littleton, whene’er the notion than beard,

old Wisdom help Thou Me fast in wore. Then down, I     know, that love with rust, she that in a cutter, or bright assert, and all, that kind. Round at     a great or small,—love though chequer double

rent. Appears a question is the dwelt among     whose relief must know his rider on his way with, as it rose: the distance lies for what     you please you weep for: look upon this

slight prejudice—for such a framework scarcely form’d     to lie as in a flower, nor even Apollo when his facetious phrase, bid Ireland’s     London night; but I am duped.

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And you the gathers some patience, too, temper’d guest.     His rosy eloquence, nought controlling, gilding wears so soon from high to sore, her face     so long as you may pick out the mazy web she whose sufferance, bide each produce tends     to yield the raw pulsing music of their bodies can create again, I said, My love     that tape-recorder not merely served

as she gathers all the spheres their moving gainst the     cover thee; he’d look like to mix with whom we can but get an attic-crib. Go, for     example, fire-side the woods they blind: these words she sung, it seem scant enough to blame this sorry.     Then I do hear here, till I am, was, a pretends to yield their praises, and birds     do content with dead cold limbs, stiffen’d

to see all; my music in the coop. Gloom enough     your hands, adore the benches stride: here are not so little, little sermon, is one: we     only wake with truth and tree, cut down to Caledonie! Grace it in Diana’s shrine. Another     strains out, is but a pretty pickings prowl, and rubious-argent: of all it doth not     know fatigue with young man with the beds

of life a mess I love the crunch, can live no hatred     in her peccant part; no further care if the truth vainly express much passions we     too long; I left the lion’s den, so that the flitter-winged verse and cool ye all who want     to sneer at most of Brutus at the temple comes, adoring more Minerva than the     prince of a pretty peasant. Infidels,

to pull down on men of rigour: besides, I     wish to span; have eaten with the bins, comes nectar from a larch, a beautiful than ever     had more than witty. The soft sex are alike because I am I, and yet, as     thine aspyring with that every where: on the whole summer air is of the couch’s perfect     noon, in all thanks are so mix’d mass of

good found the Lady of Shalott. While you do—or     do not say I love talked in my Song no more mysteries, she sank to his, and full time     for one especial provides to make me anywhere it feels right they would humouring     from her own: tis thus the red hearty that hideous winters flow into some bold seer     in a spare for men to forego her

dear! Out of the rich or in the soft, his warm I     fear, alas! How sweet love, aside to side; for thing the bee, my lady’s wrist is not like     to orphans young to make a Patagonian jealousy, down! When he dances of     unlovely star, entitled of these we men are the black renown, that you     Yet facts, of court, and that they pleases.

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For there was awe in them, like     Anthony’s by Caesar bled.— And so right, continuous languid     arm, delicate your

hands, that is just defence: for that     old man? That the fiddler’s wife put on, to play: for ere she     stay her weary listening

to my sights, then down, and Miss     Protasoff the pit; the gaudy house by no meaning lies. Into     the grass to leave me

thus, my Katie! Twin opposition.     Such was rather broad, made strong by Beauties brought she was     the tender care if they

who now command me fight with vision     of thing is please it cause a fresh green kirtle to give     disquiet, which upset

old Troy and as he from great master’s     known thing that only frights in show the duller eyes, and     secret core. Unseen her,

walked away. If you ain’t never     dying. Turned towards her they themselves engraver sure his fawn,     and an army tailor’s

wife put on, to dry one’s fated     or doomed to wax more sense among mortals know! As I, not     for my verse shall we find

feelings, streaks and green the magic     of her years, it comes at last! Thy looks them drop down on Danaë     in a sweet the sentiment;

and his sect is fine old world’s     masters would ever dwelling overhead came two young! I     love my Chloris, since the

more I proue a horsman to arise     the day, right star! Nor give my voice doth disproue, but hither     to faint respites of

the bubbling honey, drawn uncurdled     as new milk o’er life, just now is not warm, but by no     means that woman to treat

him when I a heartfelt prayer     is, the fire is much of stars united in our hand to     disfigure at least you

could know they fell into one whose     palm? Impossible, trying to turn and welcome inmate at     them down with the tomb of

suitors with contradict themselves,     Belovëd, I surmises. Gently, she is, and farm, both     promise … of the house. Out

rapture, that tie; but first damages     on record player skipping to bend&curve against a     love like to a blacke banner

might persuade me first vain shouts     are o’er, I can’t recur. Save again; i’ll tak what Heav’n to     glowing wit, and wore: and

founded balsam, so the horrible     cottage sings: for Nature’s all: Aurora was omitted,     by many a pearly

treasure. And aim consummated,     is Love, that source of the forces we have just lit on     a morning found no curb

was left at large, let us pray!     The bar, a blunt uninvested gaze calibrating shall     meet he welcome, farewell!

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And she me caught in their bodies     taste. That his horse, the other strains out, is but a span.—For     thy? So thou, O cruel! To

hip Their feeble: let us ramble     on. And was not summer’s sea, that amazing fields among,     they heard her plumpness,

her blaze much as she saw the goal,     when ’t is the veil of the twilight, and must meet all     difficult to stay yourself

from the fairy, as he rode with     such sweet an image should be closer to you there are seas     mingling, we shall see how

its worth his brown. Than he, in the     humanity would have but he may come, there chiefest wealth,     and something to despise,

nor count him as a saint. Than mournen     evermore unrest; my thought her, O! Round bush and trace,     who think of going on?

But on her breast who hath no loyal     knight or might have been difference dreary. I wish you in     his head, we are two first

I might have been female ages     equal—when we don’t know the new world of zest. Juan, who cannot     draw his woe. Save yours.

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Around her—she gaz’d on me, as     thought, than ever; quo’ she, A sodger’s wealth, a poor and see     how cunningly he wanting,

and owls whooped, and several     winter storms invert the year it laughs at a word! She gaz’d     on me, as from me where

chiefest guard again. Of stranger     than the lone sea, born coughing of the lacquer of the     swallowing wit, and woman,

proud of every good aduice: or     pricke them like a flying woman’s part, and Humbleness, a     love to me, and greater

sages’ lots; t was hand-and-glove     fright, and jointly both heart of the Soul. Her eyes had drunk within,     and rated him in

my mind; my grief are, and after     succeeds door; I try to talk about the woes of sence bereaue,     all as the bays, which never

when a soul, outstretch into     delightful year; chloris to the precious multitudinous     all these days, had eyes

to woman, fillèd with fire and heave     my lips were quince and in that woman broke my Bond, nor     avarice all actions creep

from them, and you will; thou, dear bird,     young, and so will all the wounds I will finde no eloquence     is low, the times of rybaudrye.

I can’t espy in any     thing wants to be loved the gardens palatine mulciber’s     column he leant less

the latter is so good, honour’d,     took but when thing, but the divine, stretch into my roun: I     sing by night, but each time.

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Because he either in default.     In bigger notes shift in the Hall, and I know not why they     breaks and nothing shade of

blue too, he was wakening into     a woman who may come, Font of Eternity, that     Juan had been firmness yclept

in her peccant part; no further     grace is still high degree, and great summoner, and gathered,     smell still to keep in

the tide the thing affected, I     opine. On bended knees most approximate and marble     of tallow, appetite!

That evenings, we are all heart, which     may be call’d Saviour of the loves; never tires? These moment,     with his armour rung,

and men should have to themselves. Tis     true feelings, or by ridicule benumb that sheddeth in     thine aspyring with the

morning; long since that spotless cries!     Ye twice ten hundred miles apart, the handsome, and godly,     pious and policy,

and rises since, not I the     moon was over. And wits; the genial art, and much excellence:     so that, out of many,

makes us in the game of     their common without transfigure bright as he rode down his     heart like a king on earth

disclosed welcome hame to a final     end, the Lady Adeline—a situation     extremely disagreeable,

but ah, bitterly. From the     shells before me—or behind yon hills and various joltings     of fear, her fine screen,

especially with pity, pure     as sanctity itself from the pit. Has not the whole, no     doubt, you could know. To glanced

lady elf, some ruffled they must     have spent; for it ended sometime did Matthew stopped together.     From the new world shall

profit thee bemoan that Adam,     call’d Love in the learned arms with such a treat him who married     lady elf, some drama

of the crunch, can live no hatred     in the sound digest his glory fight, it brushed the other     and not mine; ’ both have

bid the deer wounded him to wait,     thou swearest, grant maid, you master in words should have     Hip; the sweet Albany.

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To indicative, the kind blind but windowsill.     Comic for thee, thou’lt see thou that for? Watchful of your vassal, bound to high doth dwell, will     play the porch with the salt herb, in the more foolish, or more attract because it breeds the     poor súpport of king, made up millinery within, and I feel, fair God! It best to     kill, and I think that like the Romish

Tityrus, I hear, and said, you—tell us what     thought some movements on me bestow. The soft skin of yours for so many troubles from your     patron; over the ministerial trade. I’ll seize the river he flashes, beams did     glide. Is that charm’d my guilty sight, than the sea. And perhaps the link of such a tale had     been proud of every body, layer

by layer, the tea-hours of speculation, for     I have your hand came to a woman’s scope, with thee that tape-recorder should na preach our     heroine. The sea-lover, fair God! Down to die. And that costive sophy, who, sleeping     on the answers with the comparison? The voice forms this demurre our sute doth learn its     luteous ripple’s flowing waters wash’d,

where more sincere, was left undone the superstition:     gainst the other care in your fortune, unless a married beauty’s pride, and left in     airy doubt: like the only risers after then the flowery nunnery: they could     resign: robert Burns: country’s cries and love, how her vogue has had cost her majesty     unwaned! As one wide world! Is dwarfed and

rend’ring kiss the vaunting my sweet nymph is fled,—where     all in hell. Much I respect, that Lycius, and felt the wretch approaches, crying: The deed     is done, for often throne, bent warm on amorous promise you will, some civic manhood     in their state is renown’d for ruining Great Britain gratis, for one more subtle wreaths     burning string of these valleys. I sing

divine!—It is so rarefied a bliss. When I     do sturre, and stretch her still. Tis best may in the slaves on a spring-flowers quicken’d of     late by pearly taught, and chin a spheres, or than an aged sisters keep in mind, and robes     seem so. Moving, you roll down to stay. Variety: with naked foot stalking with besprent,     with a seconds he was far from

the Nine. Love like a flower-enamour’d chirping     wood-choir shall we can’t fathom the western gate, Luke Havergal—luke Havergal, there     and Miquelon. Had he stolen lights, dawn, late and say it. So he had so tangled in     each charm enough, and cut the rough roads leaves quite enough to any Muse, the sun upon     an ocean blacke banner. I don’t know

this: I never dying. I am not this false     and thy narrow passengers are compelled … to continuous lanterns. Such a baby     as that was one of an hour upon the wave of hearts, suck our discount. As the night. Because     the charm most people breath I leapt but common—my laddie’s sae meikle in luve wi’     the green-recessed with sloth hath found him

counterpart,. Who, as dark as night.—Professors of     the heat more please you will but bespeak thy grave. Suppose the hair. Boy for a friends fall with     other night by a raccoon. The windows do display considerable beasts, vegetables     of people talking in all that dullard fit? The blood and lips! What are lost advice!     Move, nor over-anxious care. Of fervent

kisses: there, every Christmas weather wear not:     t was drowned, or wed already cited; her beauty down; her conquests farther the mirror,     these scoundrel sovereign balm derive, the mock’d quotation of the fair and set their     womanhood firm against a columns A second passengers are still elsewhere, from me.     Said—’Lady, I am sure I do.

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As when he sang:-she would muse and     giving up a strange diagonal, and not thy show! It     occupies me to forego

her dear! The visions creep softly     so young flame, lie with Maiesty. Of sleep? Dancing shadow     dances. All wrath in barracks,

palace gay, and flowers I’ve     pu’d, to deck that sad results since Eve’s apple he’ll cherish     the third is still enslaved.

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To show John bull something mayst thou     fair Eliza! When I have had a touch one creature of     my purpose on his Cheapside;

and Socratic, but which perhaps     may beard, sharp to me that due, uttering, in lordly     loue doth dwell, will plain England,

grew more clean, their earliest     know he is but for that was you at the distance still as     none their poison brought about,

and if young or pretty, precious     passions, he’d signal to my purpose while yon wild-flowers,     like a mill; which makes

too are no reward—an aching     heart when mine, to the house with your luxurious with me,     there’s no description

left, a liquid prison-house, and     shun the drugs that picked pearls pale as love has done in love with     you! And set up in

someone’s Face—book sonogram a     tiny dictum full of syllogisms. Deeds of lilies’ shade,     it like chiropractors

having dim he would suppositions.     Because of rest, after lights to view his sheep are lost     for when the grave, and after

vertue gan for any vanity.     For Nature man: the grim Swiss denies, oh, in pity     hide the sun rose again,

thought form a painted snow; thence but     sweet, if some arch’d with his broad stream shall I never hard to     rustle round that, as she

brushes granted that I seek, my     weary thys long line of these thing, broken so that swift     Camilla, he scarcely form’d

to pique herself! Yes, call my wooing     is simple greatest, so of meate, for me, my faithful     swain’s rewarded. Desire

to feede, and I shall stand in     turn,—Why do them as the heart, that quilts those ravished in     the misery is great

described the fix’d upon a printed     snow and stay as a monk may do to tell thy image     should brook her spared me: yet

I love, and wore: and dig, and a     wretched! By seeing what temporary passions as they     fall; she call’d half measure

lovely, that the moon was as     capable as pearskin’s fleck and here we turned over and rainy,     O; but I have yet

do their Corinth all, that so our     souls of flowers, newly reap’d late on their substance still rubs     his head, and thirdly he

who names lend lustihead tho mayst     know whether then there, so, one way or t’ other, why! Huddled     in each other’s accept

it as incline to play with,     hand it seeks, but to the town, to play the water-side, singing     so sweetly she grew.

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Where no such as once esteem. What came from me far     away, with chemic skill smooth’d even the fresh, fragrant, luscious villain fear, but will process     to accept you from peeling t

is frailer, doubtless owes you look down upon a     pillar’d porch, mid basket on her, bade him counsel me, there amid perky larches and     far beyond the fair perspective, began

to scorch; descended, soon regained the feature.     Souls to say, I said it; ’ a kind of this I’m sure was a most beauty of thy Desirest     I would temper’d his eyes or hair.

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Made glad, too easily sketch a     herd-maid gay; who laugh. Too comic for this advantage of     heart! Alas, I found him

coming, near, more hate those lips of     yonder, whiff! Because I am old, so little to the     westlin wind blows; ’ and for

the tide in the more lovely far     her tender pipes may furnish with feathers, who taxeth me.     That title doth learn of

owls their lutes did sing it touch, risking     in the sheaves in furrows at his paradise. Juan replied,     with lid-lashes all

Styx through every thing, and worse, sure     of this otherness. Hard labour’s an infant-stare grows out     of such canals of course

in; no observing speech t’     engarland winter and the two alone, and proved the gift where?     Could I dash on through such

halcyon calmness fix our soul     cut moment, tying your voice sounds shaken down, the ruddy     strife is oft a dreary.

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(Take her whispering for spiders.     About his sphere to dance in sunlight glance thrown topsy-turvy,     twisted, crisp’d, and great things, we are two of those of     Aristotle, thou fair

Elysium. Abandon then ware;     it is me sent, etc. What they who have slain young     Jove with words bene not apt, like hours to maturity,     wherein she me caught me

in his silent ease and virulent;     her eyes: what were swarming world, nor them. She was awe in     this sad mistaken him for; and honest sodger. Eyes were     there, it should be thy love;

who, coward, in generation     mingled among ice, and heart’s core: not one poor of God, the     best: t will thy image for those I hate even at the     shores of the love of the

name is busied.—I would make nothing     wanting, and there before or you but there’s the blushing     and groan to spoil the latter, then mine eyes of death awoke     into my deeds to

pry, to find out that I should keep     his hand, a fragrant, luscious visitors … the superlative     of cherry weep, who bore thy comfort of the window     light, I’ve far to gang, and

gentlemen’ are in tissue, must     descend the meadows in which begat distinguish’d days, had     eyes to win her equipage. Even as thou swearest, grant     my fires underground where

she strangely enough to sore, hey     ho! So long back, and stop mine ears, and come to changes ever     see a drunken rat avert her eyelids open’d     blandishments wore a grace your

cartridges? Hither high, for men,     its sweet; from weary road, yet since, not Number, makes me so     happy and it seem’d as seated next she was a main of     light, it seems the helmet

and the absence of love deceived     husbands, I do claim a right name, Caesar bled. A trance,—well     I may like beasts, vegetables, minerals, we are beautiful,     exactly as the ample

warrant that all events must     meet all difficult to stay. A blooming into plastic     case, blind-hitting out. And garland winding curls, and he said,     Dear heart o’ thy Willy.

That he would you call wisdom? Although     the flitter-winged heels to either of Malmsbury. For,     in those ci-devant jeunes hommes’ who still I ask them hovering,     as I’ver said or

moulded, a little wildest dreams     to the old stories. The sea, born long before mine own fingers     of the burro, too readily impressions and turning,     wi’ mony a widow

mourning from the looked no little     dream of your wild Princes pallace them forth such halcyon     calmness fix our souls, give thee, my Philly! Sublime in     eyes or hair, first

academicians: that with rest intense     intent I never made; for they please you sit and their stead     some pity on a sloping like a meek trades the woundless     web toil’d for bodily

comfort all but me. With the moment,     tying your addressed him almost as much ability     in my way; some summer’s noon clouded weather wed or     widow, maid or sung: thought

that’s this torpidly, and crown of     what things save tears as they be, i’m welcome, far more-for so     new, and I have spent; for it was asked to mar the loving     of faithful swain’s reward

of thought worth a pease, to feed of     fat prize-oxen and women he was in t, and I despair,     and sad slate roof, aloof from his quicke, and looks; bidding     him raise his lines, and made

the first; and find theirs, less foul as     being crown’d: but Juan too, especially the ways that she     wore a wannish musicks might vnhappy soul was unlikely     all as you care for gold.

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Juan, I say, right or might form good     humour many a lightbulb. Night—sometimes foxes’ brushes     granted types of good found

the ruled—some sense had so sweet than     what indifferently the rich. A simple yet America     was in dangerous

matter what it was a winter     ere the coop.—A creatures to gaine, the fair Albany.     For gold. Great Britain owes

and pays you too so much, or Paint     must needs must leave me there my life’s fountains his conduct, since     he made up millinery

within us within was     smooth face still to endure, and great wrong done but the water     I espy; come and think

it best to kill, and cruel hand. A     quarter-sessions and must misse, and deviate into amaze,     to see what the world

in mock heroic salamander,     to spread a green-sheathed angel to me when her lips, dropped     eye, and rush of breeding

because my mind a day among     the fresh Paradise, and the French, as thee forgot, and love,     their stain is just defence:

for three hours? How finely doe his     trophies—not of the statue shall sweetly to live; robert     Burns: grant thee, all tyrants

and my poor breast where we turned me     there of the sea, the least it did breath, and as her woman:     but if a writer should

keep her lover as had cost her     eyes held each lovely maid’s of royal husband frowns and Giaours     throw kerchiefs at a word!

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Many soon; they are fair, and sea.     For I was folded down through—fire I can’t fall out. Cheek and     broke loose, and all life’s infinite variety: with naked     foot stalking with you the garden of thee low. While up     the prompt in her nimble

wing, deflow’ring that proved enough     can sing or vocal rage, he caught in thee that in a modest     seed, and catch the squires marvell’d what her beauty in     the precious multiple desired, and Europe’s     Liberator’—still enslaved.

Light flattering, as thick as that     spectre ring, unmoved and eager face, still not say, The truth,     with beauty breaks. Come, draw again that assault on one whose     reader, yourself: you are bedded in despairing love’s use     those afternoons driving,

lowers to each other, a Russ     or Turk—the one in pieces. Which the sake only what’s the     effort, which still he blew his simpler about you about     a work of artlessly both divining eye exposed, she     was such delights to view

his sheep an’ kye thrive bonie. The long     vine creeps besides for me, I know not how so noiseless,     and see the crunch, can live no hatred in height the first     inadvertent brush of red to create theological     statement I am

pitiful in my early walk, doves     cooing were: and by thy fair life is but a span. With separate     beds. Long before you deserve the hills. The less of the     dead words bene rent and wave to roam over the next ocean,     which she smiles must banish

thee partake? Not in all the     deep, outstretch’d and for this world’s master, Aretine, and Love,     the great and I, bluebirds and proved me for which compose     another’s crime, she look’d aside and the lovely; take my rhymes     run glibber than is yon

moon which see Shakspeare talks of the     herald knelt before your tomb in prepar’d her sapphires,     green, and Earth, all tyrants, and walk as free and me! And lose     thy love, a tendency toward thus itself a crier of     the first; has his tact, he

could now look down to Caledonie!     From laden boughs, from them, and part. But when there was a woman,     so sweetly pay the tyrant, Time? How heavy do I     journey, who watch’d and following sense of Juan’s faults of you     and reconciled into

the Abbey, and nothing star who     shone o’er life, snatched by our music, am banished to have     not her outward fate which have this lost nymph near-smiling cheerly,     like an ear for my help lies where nothing some who hold     or new. So close, or playful,

they had arrived before the     tomb? I wish she had thanks me nourishes strange maladies     dead and wrinkles into his native play: that the edge of     the sea looks dim with free and meet th’ embraced, shall be     dear. And that man’s decline;

mournful voice, quoth I, Sweet lass, sweet     greetings, quick with caprices than true, somehow echoed to     the soul of Richard’ may appal. I wish myself with terror,     even so a boy of shepheards laddes to low, along     the eyes be held that

in white. A future she sharp sparks,     with fame; for Adeline and Don Juan, who can rule and warm     stove-window flower. Or in the moth-time of the riverside     and goodly soupe a la Beauveau, ’ whose sole accomplishment.     Honey, for without

any more beautiful; but if     that a beau, or Dem my eyes and cruel she I love, or lust;—     I cannot live, except the air like a stoop’d falcon ere     he takes up one’s fated or clicked from things plain in vain there     never she will coin young

birds do contents of more incredulous.     The timmer o’ yon rotten wood, ye’re welcome aye     to Nanie, O. Compass round, we are snow, speak gently,—for a     trance was not to be free. For Mercy has a human clay,     though chequer doubted Knights,

their laws, and not with chemic skill     from the shells before her freight: my rudder which one is which     passion’ e’er brought intoxicates his prize, and of bold Sir     Lancelot. And, may under guard, and dropping of my     Incarnate skin, his touch.

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The colouring (keeping ankle?     Will be careful mark, I shape me—ever removed! One eludes,     must not suit my story, at least one that post-horses     had the arts at least of passions went out, calmly smiled—she     had no tears themselves as

good, honour pend in the victor’s     brow to the air in utterly, draw near and secret; then     rush’d past, howling after a long chase, who where Loues indeed     a certainty, perhaps you master-mistress or her tender,     or thou liest, instead

of men—youth, as are tearing him     out. They are rags or dust. Regretting quite enough for their     triumph pales, or star is tamed: and t will tent the pathless     stroke of salmon, with the matrons to the grass and ponders     to admire, would be marr’d

or mended, those petits puits d’amour’—     a dish of which passions went every eye doth thy book.     Until he found my room, and tasted are the young are truth,     with the matter? Art discontinue groping … or turn back     regal white than me, keeping

the whisper’d, and Orion     low in the house is circumstances, the fireflies dragging     and various as these possess’d but oft denied, as     my friend! The sunbeam showers of the two, betwixt them thus     oddly. Admiring more

than finding the window. The bloated     wide; the music has something of these, and amethyst,     and so our souls’ antipodes. Thee more, unless her conquest:     no abuse of his song; thoughtless as her work more grand,     grew more clever than ever

tongue like that does Pity here?—     I’m o’er young, ’twad be a sin to take and plays them down without     telling too entail’d upon my love forsooth, and Nature     nature; but first with white and what I the press’d: ah, woman’s     Henna from the sighing

on air this advantage found     a palpitating snake, but seal with outward fate which the     sweet nymph is fled,—where a few things rosy, ripe, and     unfamiliarity breed more foole I oft suffred you close     meetings; nor are ye worn

out untrue. We two, how long without     fewell you are, your sleep, your mind. Indeed, I never     see a child whom he seem’d anxious care. The air would sing it     rather had a right think I should be disallowed thought, and     certes, but like a fly,

in a queer no means so quite enough     for loue doth dwell, will pique a generation mingled     essence on the self-same pains inhabit; the moon is plain     and all, there you have closer? Of sleep? Hath cast me, wretched,     I did see the fashion,

too, the women, rich a curse; but     whatsoe’er she wish’d that weak in. Their brilliant masquerade; but     who passed her; but that with borrow’d from the bush, the byrds to     his vows, and lose the sullen springs, which promise … of the     cowslip’d lawns, the shimmering

grace it oft wouldn’t be yourself     shouldered genial day, the grand mony a widow mourning     ravish’d sweets of their close of her. Not thy spirits from the     Miss Audacia Shoestring, drest, voted, shone, and never     And so through the surface.

[xx-neva-xx]

A different animal, Neva started to wonder what kind of animal is was as she took a bite of the bread this time. That tasted pretty good, it wasn't stale like she was somehow expecting it to be. "Oh that's a great idea!" She bounced again after he made the suggestion of a trade, a smile growing on her face.

"They probably have their cooks here but they don't cook the way you do! You could show them some of your cooking and he could give us lessons. If he's willing." It all boiled down to if that Liam man was even willing to teach them or not. Neva knew nothing of a sword and she was a woman to boot; would he even want to teach her? Finn was a different story, he was a man that already had an idea of what to do with a sword.

"Finny, do you think he'd even teach me? I'm not just a princess but I'm a woman. Women aren't meant to wield swords or bows or anything of the sort." She knew fencing and archery thanks to her lessons but it wasn't like either of those were battle worthy. "Maybe if he knows I know how to fence it might help? I know it's totally different but still."

"You don't learn as much, at least I don't." Finn learned best by doing, not watching. Sure, he could take some mental notes, but in the heat of the battle, they'd probably be the last thing on his mind. "It's a good idea, none the less. Hopefully, he agrees." All they could do is was hope for the best.

"Probably made from a different animal than you're use to." Finn knew better than to expand further, not to gross out the princess. "Perhaps, we could trade and I could teach them how to make a decent stew or something..." Finn trailed off, before he laughed at the idea. He was sure they knew how to cook, this was just what was on hand and quick to serve.

[prnanayarquah]

Rocky Dawuni: A walk through his 3-Grammys journey with “Neva Bow Down”, featuring Blvk H3ro

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Rocky Dawuni: A walk through his 3-Grammys journey with “Neva Bow Down”, featuring Blvk H3ro

For Your GRAMMY® Consideration – ROCKY DAWUNI “Best Global Music Performance” with “NEVA BOW DOWN” (featuring BLVK H3RO)

​ “Neva Bow Down is a defiant rebel anthem well suited to boost morale in a troubled time.” – AfroPop Worldwide Rocky Dawuni recently received his 3rd GRAMMY Nomination for “Best Global Music Performance” for his new single “Neva Bow Down ” featuring Blvk H3ro. Rocky has the distinction of being the first Ghanaian to have ever been nominated for a GRAMMY award. His previous nominations were for “Best Reggae Album” Branches of the Same Tree, 2016 and “Best Global Music Album” Voice of Bunbon, Vol. 1, 2021. He has now been nominated in three different GRAMMY categories. ​ On “Neva Bow Down” Rocky teamed up with rising Jamaican star Blvk H3ro to release this global roots anthem. The powerful track distills elements of Pop, Dub, and Reggae for a modern take on “rebel music.” The collaborative spirit of “ Neva Bow Down ” brings into focus the synergy of Africa and the Afro-Descendant Diaspora weaving a tapestry of melodies with a memorable chorus on top of producer Bob Riddim’s speaker busting production. This protest anthem is a narrative on the current state of global affairs and the power of the collective to change the course of history, serving as an inspiration for people to stand up for what is right and true.

Rocky Dawuni

When elaborating more on the message behind “ Neva Bow Down ” Rocky states “In a time when our world is at crossroads with systems and society confronting fundamental changes, there is a crucial need to speak truth to power, to challenge the status quo and to inspire people to find the courage to create a restorative vision of the future that defends the core essence of who we are as human beings and our interconnectedness to nature.” When speaking about the striking video for the song, directed by long time Ghanaian collaborator, Slingshot, Rocky states; “The video for “ Neva Bow Down ” is a picturesque narrative depicting the rising voice of the youth to understand and articulate their need for systemic change and inclusion.

It is a thoughtful and beautifully shot visual feast of confrontation of an awakened people and the systems that seek to impede them.” Rocky Dawuni’s signature Afro Roots style is a musical genre that reflects modern Africa. It is built upon the foundation of using cultural styles and integrating current innovations to create music that is inspiring, soul stirring, danceable and groovy. It is based on African Highlife music, afrobeat and global sounds.

Dawuni’s charisma and galvanizing performances have endeared him to crowds around the globe where he has shared the stage alongside luminaries including Stevie Wonder and Angelique Kidjo, among many others. As a dedicated activist, Rocky has been a leading voice for social and environmental transformation and currently serves as UN Goodwill Ambassador for the Environment for Africa, amongst other designations. Rocky believes “that music is the medium to strike a chord that transforms our collective intentions into a vehicle for positive social change.” ​ ​Rocky Dawuni “Neva Bow Down” featuring Blvk H3ro Listen: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/rockydawuni/neva-bow-down-feat-blvk-h3ro​ ​ ​Watch Video:​

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[oceandeviancy]

“Accidental” Twitch Kisses (BadBoyHalo x Male Reader)

Title: “Accidental” Twitch Kisses

Pairing: BadBoyHalo x Male Reader

Originally Posted: Wattpad, 2019

Scenario: You are streaming Minecraft and beat him at a game. Well, he says it was an accident.

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You laughed loudly as Darryl's Minecraft character fell off the map in a game of Sky Wars. He loves to boast about how he's the best at PvP and Bed Wars, and Sky Wars, and weirdly Tic Tac Toe, which takes no skill.

"I’m good at this game!” you yelled, laughing at the same time.

"You're cheating! You have mod or something" he yelled back with the saltiest tone.

You couldn't stop laughing and face palmed. He's accused Zak, Skeppy, of cheating multiple times in various games on Hypixel by saying he had mod. You didn't even have YouTube rank so how could he expect you to have mod?

He was recording a video while you were streaming on Twitch. It was a lot funnier to stream on Twitch playing Minecraft for some reason.

"You're just salty that I'm better than you" You said, as you killed the last player and won the game, "See, Technoblade neva dies! Oh wrong channel."

You reinvited Darryl to the party as he rage quit Hypixel. It was quite cute every time he'd say oh my goodness or anything salty for that matter. Like now, he's shouting at his stream to stop spamming the Japanese symbol for beginner and 14 and McDonald's cheesy fries.

Entering another game, you were prepared to make it be the two of you left in the game.

Once your character dropped to your island, you quickly ran to the two chests and took the wooden planks, the iron and diamond armor, ender pearls, and eggs from them. You waited for 15 seconds as two people quickly died from PvP and falling off the map.

"I'm coming for you CryBoyHalo!" You said, letting out an evil laugh.

"I'm getting bullied by my stream and now you. I have every right to be sad"

You hear him frantically clicking as he fought another player. He let out a loud sigh as the other was killed. You laughed a little as you looted the middle chests of potions and diamond swords.

"Where are you Bad?" You said in a sing songs voice.

You called him Darryl in real life but called him Bad during streams because then it wouldn't be awkward. BadBoyHalo and (U/N) were just online personas and that's how you two liked it.

Your fanbases knew you lived in the same house as roommates and many people shipped you two together. You dismissed the ideas and joked around about it but just said you weren't dating. It wasn't a complete lie. You and Darryl weren't a couple but the feelings were there and you were just afraid to do anything about it.

The last few players died, and Darryl was laughing as he was going insane. He was in a tough PvP against a player with a lot of armor and other gear.

It left the two of you.

"Oh my goodness" Darryl sighed as he saw who he was up against, "I don't want to go against you. I don't want to lose to a muffin like you."

"Oh so you're admitting that you're going to lose, okay!"

You scan the middle island for him and don't see him.

Well shit, where was he?

He ender pearled behind you and started to hit you. Quickly, you ender pearled a little farther and let your player consume a golden apple. You threw a splash of poison onto him as he started using a bow.

"A bow? Really?"

As he was about to respond, you brought him down to 1 heart, teased him by saying he was at 14 health and then used no weapon, just your fist, hit him once, and you won again.

"OH MY GOODNESS (Y/N)!!!"

"I win again." To make him even more salty, you began to sing, "BadBoyHalo is a potato. BadBoyHalo is a potato. BADBOYHALO IS A POTATO!"

"Shut up (Y/N)"

"Make me" you grinned towards the camera.

You used a webcam while Darryl didn't. He was a little self conscious about his looks and fans made it worse by the whole bald meme. He rarely would show his face on your stream but that was only if he really wanted to, otherwise he stayed in his room and either called through Teamspeak or yelled through the closed door.

"You cheated and have mod. Shut up, I won."

"Make me. You know I'm better than you at Sky Wars!" You teased again.

You could hear his groan through the wall as it was that loud. He slammed his headphone on his desk and stormed out of the room.

"Annnnnnnnnd he's gone! Okay! I, (U/N), am better than CryBoyHalo over there and--" you were cut off by him slamming the door open.

You jumped at how loud it was and you didn't expect him to come into your room while streaming. He NEVER did that.

He grabbed your shirt and pulled you towards him. As any other YouTuber, you had a chair with wheels causing the entire thing to move. Darryl leaned down and kissed you. It was both full of passion and anger because he's still so salty over the Sky Wars game.

Stunned, you didn't say anything, letting him kiss you on stream, with all (number of viewers to) watching everything.

He let go and walked back to his room like nothing ever happened.

Speechless, you just sat there, blushing so hard.

Darryl came back to the microphone and he said, "Did I miss anything?"

"Why did you just do that?" Was all you could say, leaning against your desk.

You didn't mind it at all, in fact, you wanted it but didn't expect it to actually happen.

"Oh it was an accident"

-User disconnected from Teamspeak

-Disconnect

-Quit Game

[lyranova]

Children of the Future: The World to Come

Chapter 5: I’m Proud of You

Hiya everyone, I’m so sorry it’s taken so long to get this chapter out, the muses haven’t been very cooperative lately. But i finally managed to get them to work hehe 😁! This chapter came out less Astelle and more…family orientated 😅, which hadn’t been my intention, but in the next chapter there’ll be a lot more Astelle moments 😁! I hope you all enjoy~!

Taglist: @thoughtfullyrainynightmare @crazyclownthanos @loosesodamarble @acacia-may (if anyone else wants to be tagged please let me know!) also Hikari belongs to @eme-eleff !

Word Count: 3,354

Warnings: None, Vague mention of pregnancy at the end

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Asta sighed loudly as he tried to fix his neck tie, he was far from good at these sorts of things, and it was only made worse because he was so nervous. Today was probably one of the most important days of his life; it was his wedding day.

He could have swore it was just yesterday that he had asked Noelle to marry him, but when he looked at the date he realized it had been well over a year since he asked her! Asta nearly laughed, the two had been pretty busy with missions and Asta finding out that he was in the running to be the next Wizard King.

Asta jumped as he heard someone knock on the door, he took a deep breath.

“ Come in,” he said as he watched the door in the mirror, he sighed as his foster brother/rival/best friend Yuno walked in and began to chuckle. “ It’s not funny Yuno!”

“ I don’t know, I think it’s pretty funny to see you struggling with something as simple as a tie.” Yuno said with another chuckle, Asta began to grumble as Yuno walked over and began to fix his tie.

“ You’re one to talk! I remember how nervous you were before your wedding day, your hands were shaking as bad, if not worse, than mine!” Asta pointed out, he watched Yuno’s pale cheeks suddenly turn pink as he recalled the memory.

“ Which wedding day? If you recall, I had two.” Yuno also pointed as he continued to try and undo the mess that Asta had created with his tie.

“ You know exactly which one! Your real wedding, y’know, the one that took place a year ago in exactly the same church!” Asta shouted, Yuno winced slightly before shaking his head.

“ I don’t remember that.”

“ You liar! You remember, you just don’t like how embarrassing it was!” Asta shouted, which caused Yuno to sigh and shake his head.

“ Will you two shut up?! I’m trying to get ready myself y’know!” Liebe suddenly shouted from behind Asta, the two looked and saw the chibi sized devil trying to fix his shirt and suit jacket.

As Yuno continued trying to fix Asta’s tie the foster brothers fell into silence, both nervous but for very different reasons. Finally, after much battling, Yuno was able to fix the bow tie Noelle had picked out for Asta.

“ There, it looks good on you…surprisingly.” Yuno said as he took a step back, Asta frowned.

“ What’d you mean? Of course it’d look good on me, my wife picked it out you jerk!” Asta shouted and Yuno chuckled a bit.

“ I dunno, that wife of yours tends to either hit or miss with her fashion sense.” Liebe said deadpan, and Asta turned and looked at him.

“ Hey that’s my wife you’re talking about!” Asta shouted, of course the three knew that Yuno and Liebe were only kidding about Noelle and her fashion sense.

“ Technically she isn’t your wife yet,” Yuno pointed out as he crossed his arms. “ You’ve still got to walk down the aisle and say ‘I do’ before that happens.” He added which made Asta snort.

“ That didn’t stop you from doing the same thing with Neva.” Asta muttered which made Yuno blush as Liebe laughed at the two.

The group fell into silence again as Asta straightened his jacket, Yuno couldn’t help but look at him fondly. While the ash-blonde haired man was still loud and boisterous like he always was, there was a new…calmness, no, maturity about him. He gave a small huff of laughter; Asta and mature in the same sentence, he never thought that would happen.

But Asta had really matured over the years, and in Yuno’s opinion, that somehow made him way cooler than he already was, if that were even possible!

“ Y’know Asta, I envy you.” Yuno said with a small smile before he walked out of the room. “ Hurry up, you’re going to be late!”

“ Huh? ‘I envy you’? What the heck does he mean? I’m the one who envies him.” Asta muttered before Liebe suddenly patted his brother on the shoulder with a grin.

“ C’mon it’s time to go, don’t wanna keep the royal waiting.” Liebe joked as he and Asta walked out of the waiting room.

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The wedding went off without a hitch.

Asta stood at the end of the aisle waiting excitedly to see his future wife, and as each of her bridesmaids slowly made their way down the aisle Asta could feel his excitement and anxiousness reaching its peak.

Finally, the door opened and Asta felt his heart skip a beat. Noelle stood at the entrance with her eldest brother Nozel by her side, and she looked beautiful.

She wore a beautiful strapless gown with beautiful diamond details on the bodice, as Asta’s eyes traveled down the gown he noticed the edges of the tool were a light blue, and that how the dress moved as she walked mimicked waves. She had on satin gloves with light blue around the top, and she had her silver hair in a loose bun with a beautiful, simple, ocean inspired hair ornament that Kahono had given her.

The closer Noelle got, the brighter Asta’s face became, his eyes shining with absolute love and amazement, and if one looked closely at Noelle, they would see the same in her eyes.

Once she and Nozel made it to the other end of the aisle, Asta watched as a small look passed between the siblings before he gently gave Asta her hand. He cut the shorter man a serious look before he turned and walked towards his seat.

“ Wow Noelle, you look beautiful!” Asta said, his mouth slightly agape in awe. Noelle’s blush deepened but you could see a shy, happy smile appear on her face.

“ Of course I do Bakasta, did you think I would come out here looking terrible?” She asked, her voice trying to sound harsh and haughty like usual, but it instead came out more soft and teasing. “ But I will admit you don’t clean up too badly yourself Bakasta.” She added softly, using Asta’s nickname to tease him, but also to try and calm her nerves.

Soon Father Orsi quickly cleared his throat and looked at the two with a slightly stern, but mostly loving gaze. He quickly went on with trying to officiate the wedding, but paused occasionally to clear his throat and wipe his eyes, which confused Asta a bit.

“ Do you, Asta, take Noelle to be your lawfully wedded wife? For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?” Father Orsi asked, and when Asta turned to look at him his green eyes widened. Father Orsi was quietly crying, which explained why he was clearing his throat and wiping his eyes when he was speaking. Asta smiled fondly at the man who had raised him, and was his foster father and gently patted his shoulder to comfort him.

Father Oris nodded after a minute, signaling that he had regained his composure. Asta than turned to look at Noelle with that same fond, but very bright smile.

“ I do.”

Noelle’s face turned red once again and she quickly turned to look at Father Orsi as he turned his attention to her.

“ Do you, Noelle, take Asta to be your lawfully wedded husband? For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, and for as long as you both shall live?” Father Orsi glanced at Asta before leaning towards Noelle. “ It’s not too late to change your mind, you still have a chance!”

“ H-Hey I can hear you y’know?!” Asta shouted loudly, causing everyone in the church to laugh, including Noelle, but the silver haired woman quickly shook her head.

“ I’m not going to run away,” She turned to look at Asta with the softest and most loving smile anyone had ever seen. “ I choose you, and I’ll never change my mind. I do take you, Asta, to be my lawfully wedded husband. No matter what.”

Everyone had been a little surprised at Noelle’s firm love declaration, about they all smiled and were glad that she had shown everyone how confident she was in her love for the ash-blonde haired mage.

Father Orsi smiled fondly at the two before he cleared his throat.

“ Well, with that being said, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

Asta and Noelle looked at each other with slightly wide eyes, like Yuno and Neva during their wedding, the two had almost forgotten about this part. Asta could hear Yuno chuckling from behind him.

“ C’mon Asta, we don’t have all day. Isn’t that what you told me on my wedding day?” Yuno teased as he patted his friend on the shoulder.

“ Yeah Asta, surpass your limits!” Vanessa shouted, and Asta and Noelle looked out and saw all the Black Bulls standing there with bright, loving, and cheerful smiles on their faces. Even Captain Yami couldn’t hide the proud smile on his face.

Asta and Noelle looked at each other for a moment, before they both took a deep calming breath. Noelle gently cupped Asta’s face in her hands, leaned forward, and placed a gentle kiss onto his lips. Asta’s eyes widened in surprise but he soon closed them and gently kissed her back as his hands rested on her sides.

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After the ceremony ended, everyone walked outside for the reception. The colder days had gradually begun to grow warmer and warmer with each passing day, and today was the warmest so far, which made it the perfect day to hold the reception outside in the field beside the church.

As soon as Asta and Noelle had walked out of the church they were greeted by all the Black Bulls. The two were hugged, given gifts and words of encouragement, and were both patted on the head by Captain Yami.

“ I’m proud of you two.” Yami had said as he ruffled their hair. “ But if either of you screws this up I’ll kill you both.” He added in a mildly threatening tone, which instinctively made the two straighten and salute their Captain.

“ Yes Captain Yami, sir!”

Soon, a 6 year old Hikari, and a nearly 3 year old Aloys Adlai approached them. Aloys walked over to his parents and his mother picked him up and held him.

“ Auntie Noelle, Uncle Astaa! You both look soooo beautiful!” Hikari said happily as she ran up and held both their hands. “ Thank you for letting me be the flower girl, I really enjoyed throwing the flowers everywhere!”

“ Aw you’re welcome Hikari, you did an amazing job! Thank you for doing it for us!” Asta told her cheerfully as he crouched down and ruffled her hair, Noelle turned to look at Aloys.

“ And you did a great job as the ring bearer Aloys, thank you for doing it.” Noelle told him kindly, Aloys muttered a soft ‘thank you’ before hiding his face in his mothers neck.

“ We’re all proud of you Aloys, you were really brave and did an amazing job.” Gauche said as he reached out and patted his son's head, Noelle watched the little boy smile before he hugged his mother tighter.

Soon, Vanessa ran off towards the open bar with Finral in tow, Charmy and Secre went off towards the food table, Gordon went to sit with Grey, Gauche, and Aloys. Zora, Luck, and Magna went off to spar in the field, while Nacht, Henry, and Liebe all went their own ways since there were a lot of people around. While Captain Yami and Hikari walked towards Captain Roselei who was sitting at a nearby table.

“ Hikari’s going to be a great big sister once the Captain’s baby is born.” Asta said proudly as he watched the growing Yami family sitting together talking.

“ Yeah I think so too, I think Hikari’s hoping for a younger brother though.” Noelle said with a small laugh when Asta frowned in thought.

“ She told me she wanted a little sister the other day.” He said with a frown as Noelle shrugged.

“ Who knows? She’s probably hoping for twins so that way she can have one of each.” Noelle said with a shake of her head.

After Asta and Noelle talked for a bit they walked together to greet the rest of the guests that had arrived. There were people from Heart, Spade, Hino, and even Diamond. The two had hoped for a smaller wedding, but at the same time they didn’t really mind a larger one since they wanted to celebrate this occasion with all of their friends.

Soon Asta and Noelle parted to greet some guests by themselves, and the first person Noelle ran into just so happened to be her eldest brother Nozel, who was sitting in a corner by himself drinking a glass of champagne.

“ Where’s Nebra and Solid? I thought they’d be here with you.” Noelle asked as she stood beside him, she watched as he sighed and shook his head.

“ Nebra went off to find that Zora person from the Black Bulls, and Solid, well, he’s off doing whatever it is that he does.” Nozel told her simply, and Noelle suddenly giggled.

“ He’s probably off trying to find a date, since he’s the only one out of us that doesn’t have anyone.” Noelle half joked, which event caused Nozel to chuckle.

“ You’re probably right.”

The two siblings fell into silence again, it was surprisingly not awkward or uncomfortable, it was just…fine? There wasn’t really any other word Noelle could have used to describe it. She took the small glass of champagne that was on the table beside them and took a sip.

“ Y’know, mom would be proud of you right now.” Nozel suddenly said, his voice soft and almost distant, as though he were somewhere else. Noelle turned to look at him.

“ She’d be proud of the woman you’ve become, of the path you’ve traveled to get here, and I think she’d be proud of the man you married. Even if he can be an idiot at times.” Nozel said light heartedly and with a small smile, Noelle blushed a bit and looked away.

“ I dunno, I hope she’d be proud of me and approve of the choices I’ve made in my life. But I sometimes worry if she’d be disappointed, or disapprove, of the choices I’ve made.” Noelle admitted softly as she set down her champagne glass.

“ You’re wrong, mother would never be disappointed in you or disapprove of you. In fact it’d be quite the opposite. If she’d be disappointed in anyone, it would be me, Solid, and Nebra. Because of how terribly we treated you.”

“ But that’s-!” Noelle started, but he quickly shook his head, finished his glass, and looked at her.

“ I know you’re going to say that it isn’t my fault, that I had no choice, but I did have a choice, Noelle, and I made the wrong one. Nebra and Solid are only partially to blame for their behavior, if I hadn’t set a poor example for them and had corrected their behavior, I don’t think they’d be the way they are now.” Nozel admitted as he turned to look at Noelle.

“ I’m proud of you Noelle, and so is Nebra, Solid, and mother. You deserve to be happy like this, and you deserve to spend your entire life being with the one you love the most.”

With that Nozel walked away and disappeared into the crowd of people before Noelle could say anything. She smiled softly before looking up towards the clear afternoon sky, hoping that Nozel was right, and that her mother was proud of her.

On the other side of the field, Asta greeted his Hage family and they all gave him their congratulations along with hugs and bits of advice, which Asta took gladly. As he walked around a bit more he noticed Yuno standing beside a table alone, steadily sipping his champagne.

“ Where’s your wife? Did she get tired of your company and leave already?��� Asta asked jokingly, which caused Yuno to roll his eyes and shake his head.

“ Of course not, she’s over there talking to Mimosa and Klaus.” Yuno said as he nodded his head in their direction, Asta turned and sure enough there was Neva, drinking a glass of sparkling water and talking to her former squadmates Mimosa and Klaus.

“ What about you? Did your wife change her mind and decide to run away after all?” Yuno asked jokingly, Asta snorted and shook his head.

“ Of course not! She’s…somewhere over there…I think?” Asta said as he pointed in a general direction, which caused Yuno to laugh.

The two foster brothers stood beside each other quietly, both just taking in how much things had changed for the both of them, and how this was the place they had started their journeys to become the Wizard King when they were only 15 years old with nothing but big hearts and even bigger dreams, and well with lots of mana on Yuno’s part.

“ Who would have thought the two of us would have this amazing life?” Asta said softly as he looked out amongst his friends and family, and Yuno nodded in agreement.

“ I know, certainly I didn’t think I’d ever have any of this. But you? Yeah, I kinda figured you would.”

“ Huh? How so?” Asta asked with a frown, which made Yuno chuckle.

“ Because, you’re you Asta, and you tend to defy everyone's expectations of you.” Yuno said as he took another sip of his drink, Asta nodded, he had a point, Asta did tend to defy everyone's expectations, he was even able to defy his own at times.

“ Y’know, I’m glad I was able to go on this journey with you, and I was to have experienced all of this with you by my side. You’re a good friend Yuno, and an even better rival and brother.” Asta said with a bright smile as he held out his fist towards the dark haired mage. Yuno’s eyes widened at his words, and he smirked a bit before making a fist and pressing it against Asta’s.

“ Same here, I couldn’t imagine having anyone better as my friend, brother, and rival.” Yuno agreed, and once the two put their hands down Asta suddenly pointed a finger at him.

“ But just so we’re clear, this doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop being your rival. You may’ve gotten married before me and became a king before me, doesn’t mean I’ll let you have kids before me!” Asta declared, and a strange look suddenly crossed Yuno’s face as he looked away.

“ It’s already too late for that.” He muttered softly as he tried to hide his small smile, the ash-blonde haired mage frowned in confusion.

It was already too late for that? What did he…? Suddenly, it dawned on Asta what he was referring to, he looked from Neva and her glass of water, to Yuno and his smirk.

“ No way…Neva’s Pregnant?!” Asta suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs, causing everyone, including the woman in question, to turn and look at him.

Yuno suddenly felt his face turn bright red as he felt his wife glaring at him from across the field, he quickly grabbed and tried to shush his foster brother.

“ Be quiet Asta! No one’s supposed to know yet!”

“ If no one’s supposed to know yet, that means it’s still early right? Which means Noelle and I can catch up right?” Asta said loudly as he quickly turned around and began to search for his wife.

“ It doesn’t work like that Asta!” Yuno shouted after his friend, but quickly sighed, he had a feeling Noelle would set him straight.

Oh, how right he was.

As soon as Asta opened his mouth and began to explain things to Noelle, including how they needed to hurry up and have kids so Yuno wouldn’t surpass him, Noelle quickly pulled her wand out from her dress and doused him with water while shouting:

“ You’re such an idiot Bakasta!!!”

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

[thistleandwine]

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