#This is going to be tomorrow with my game and a slice of Red Ribbon mango cake.

[captainofthetidesbreath]

I arrived EXACTLY for Brennan arriving with a slice of cake. He's just like me for real.

[grey-eyed-menace]

Like A Dame (Snapshots)

Mammon: *trying his best at being casual* ...so, uh, why're you and Flower-Girl in suits?

Sora: *looking down at her watch in vague interest, frowning at the time* Diavolo provided our outfits for the evening, I complied, Mio guilt tripped Lucifer and Satan into providing a mishmash of their clothes.

Mammon: *visibly disappointed* Don't ya still have a bunch of leftover dresses from the other times?

Sora: And deal with Asmo's appraising glare? No thanks, I get enough flack from him as is about my lack of taste in fashion. I mean, fuck the rest of the Devildom, but I live with Asmodeus. I have to deal with that shit, I'm not Mio, I can't just zone out.

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[Pan behind the refreshments where Leviathan, Mio, and Beel have decided to hide out for the night. The latter two of which are currently splitting what looks like to be an entire raspberry cheesecake, and the former seems to be playing a Gacha game on Mio's phone.]

(Luke stumbles upon them, wearing a rather pretty sailor dress, with his hair done up in pigtails. He puts his hands on hips, frowns cutely, and looks down on them in disappointment.)

Luke: Is this really how you spend every event? No variation?

Mio: *casually fork wrestling Beel away from her three claimed slices of cheesecake* Not every event, no. Sometimes, Belphie or Satan join us, other times Levi and I shack up in the coat room, or Beel decides too safeguard the entire refreshment table. There's plenty of variation.

Luke: That's not what I meant and you know it.

Mio: And you're hiding from Phenex, aren't you?

[In the distance, a rather high pitched call of 'Luke!' can be heard as an incredibly pretty female looking aqua haired demon traverses the dance floor.]

Luke: ...*sighs* Can you slide over?

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Sora: So that was Marchosias?

Satan: Yes, unfortunately, it seems she's not incredibly fond of you.

Sora: *blinks stupidly* Not fond? She's my lab partner. If anything, she loves me. It's just... Well, I'm hanging out with the guys she kind of... You know, followed into hell? It's awkward dude. Like... I think I've seen her vault out a six story building just to avoid Beel.

Satan: Truly?

Sora: *shrugs* Hey, a large majority of people avoid their family like the plague, others try to stay connected, and some, like Phenex, decide that they're gonna be said families problem. Whether they like it or not.

Satan: And you? What's your category?

Sora: *without so much as pausing to think* Reluctant orphan adoptee with five siblings, three cousins, and a really fucking weird extended family.

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Solomon: Ah, Diana!

[Solomon rushes over to his old student with a bright smile, clad in a black form fitting dress with white accents, paired with a gold sash, and silver heels. He also, rather inexplicably, has a rather modest set of breasts.]

(Diana, by comparison, is dressed in a rather oversized midnight blue tux with a grey bowtie, and a white sash around her hips, a large spade sewn over her heart.)

Diana: *blinks tiredly, presses a hand to her face, and sighs, preparing herself for an oncoming clusterfuck* Yes Solomon?

Solomon: *grin persisting* I'm calling in a favor, I need you to help me with something.

Diana: *closes eyes, breaths in, and then exhales* ...next time, next time, I'm taking Bridget and Eirny up on that fourth honey moon.

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Spade: Has anyone ever told you that you're infuriating?

Phenex: *humming as they drag him around the dance floor* Constantly, you?

Spade: Only my children.

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[As the party begins to wind down, Mio has decided to briefly venture out from behind the refreshments table, only to come upon a staring contest between Phenex and Simeon.]

(Simeon looks incredibly uncomfortable. Phenex is simply Smiling, it's not a pretty smile, no, it's the smile that got Diavolo to back down from including them and Luke in the butler fiasco.)

Mio: ...do I want to know?

Simeon: *still uneasily meeting Phenex's gaze* No.

Phenex: *still Smiling* It's just drama between siblings, you understand don't you Mio-chan?

(Mio raises an eyebrow at Simeon, then turns to Phenex, and back to Simeon, before casting her gaze to where Luke and the others were at before sighing.)

Mio: Right, uh, well, I'll be leaving then, see you guys at R.A.D. tomorrow, I suppose.

(Mio proceeds to speed walk back to where Beel, Levi, and Luke are without a second thought.)

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[By way of an escaped Lucifer, the Ubuyashiki-Shibata cousins are currently dancing with one another.]

(Mio is leaning against Sora's shoulder, as the latter leads her through the steps of a butchered slow waltz.)

Mio: How's day been so far? Well, I know mine hasn't been the best, Levi stole the last cupcake.

Sora: *sighing* I see you've been dreadfully bored.

Mio: Bored doesn't begin to cover it, I miss the more... Nerve wracking events!

Sora: Mio, we nearly die everytime those events happen.

Mio: Not always! Sometimes I get lucky! I got to hold Mammon's hand during that room by room puzzle!

Sora: ...Lord above *pointedly ignoring the scandalized gasps from passing demons* you two are pathetic.

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[After what seems to be an eternity, Diana and Spade join together on the dance floor.]

(Sora and Asmo watch from by the refreshments opposite to the one Beel, Levi, and Mio are hiding behind, Diana and Spade gliding right by them, completely ignorant of their presence, only focused on one another.)

Sora: *eyes following them* Please tell me you feel like your intruding, please, I don't want to feel alone.

Asmo: *humming, already going about fixing Sora's bun* I don't know why you're hoping to find solidarity with me Sora, I mean, it's cute, but honestly? This just excites me. To see something so intimate and gentle... Ah, it makes me ache for simpler times.

Sora: *whimpers*

Asmo: *pats her shoulder reassuringly*

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[It's the last dance of the night, and the Ubuyashiki-Shibata cousins are each dancing with their own prospective partners completely stone-faced.]

(Sora, dressed in a silver suit and black tie, with her hair up in a braided bun reminiscent of Arturia Pendragon, is dancing with Mammon.

Mio, by comparison, dancing with Belphie, and therefore helping support him, is dressed in an odd mishmash of Lucifer, Asmo, and Satan's clothes. A pair of navy blue slacks, a black dress shirt, dark pink tie and white blazer. Her hair is gathered into a short ponytail at the base of her skull, tied off with a red ribbon. Asmo is distinctly glaring at her from where he's dancing with Diana.)

Mammon: What's got you pissed off Girlie?

Sora: *still completely stone-faced* Fate, the world, Phenex's continued existence, an array of things. Most glaringly, perhaps it's the fact that you couldn't ask my cousin to dance so you stole me away from Beel and Belphie?

Mammon: *clears throat, as Sora leads him into an awkward dip* ...right, got me there Girlie.

(Across the floor, Belphie stirs enough to ask a question.)

Belphie: Why're you so stiff? Actually, why aren't you Sora, and where is Beel?

Mio: *pointedly smiling at Asmo as he passes by with Diana before answering* Mammon's a coward, and Lady Rose is genuinely convinced I'm a man.

Belphie: *already drifting off again* Got it...

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[After the ball ends, the brothers and the Ubuyashiki-Shibata cousins proceed with the trek home.]

(Beel has taken to supporting Belphie with his left arm, while Sora, on his right, proceeds to routinely supply him with snacks.

Mio has taken to trying to convince Levi to give her phone back before they arrive at the House of Lamentation, while riding on Mammon's back piggy back style, grin plastered on her face, with Levi arguing hotly about being in the middle of raid on a mobile dungeon game of some sort.

Asmo is on Mammon's left side, mumbling obscenities about Mio's fashion choices.

Meanwhile, Satan and Lucifer are at the back of the pack quietly bickering about something or other.

Phenex, as usual, is stocking the poor 'family' of nine from the shadows.)

Sora: It was a good night, you know.

Beel: *chewing around a candy bar of some sort, and shifting Belphie's weight slightly* Yeah, it kinda was, wish there was more food at the refreshments table though, it was good.

Sora: Meh, I'll take your word for it, all I had was some of that Blood Punch, which... Yeah, not really for me, I think Solomon spiked it with something for the lesser demons.

Beel: Is that why Diana looked like she wanted to drop dead every time Diavolo came by for a drink?

Sora: Mmh, that and I think it was because she was forced to dance with Phenex for most of the night, she and Mister Spade only danced once, even if lasted the rest of the night.

(They silent the rest of the way to the House of Lamentation. At which, they all separate, undress, and promptly pass out, well, except for Levi, who remains with Mio's phone held hostage well until early morning.)

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[The next morning, the household is rather groggy as they make their way down to breakfast.]

Mammon: Last night must 'ave been something else, my feet freakin' hurt.

Beel: You're one to talk, I feel like my ankles are planning a mutiny.

Mio: I woke up in a binder, guys, a binder. What the hell? I thought I wasn't going to be the Dame!

Sora: At least you didn't feel like you were suffocating the entire night, my chest still feels like it's about to cave in, fucking hell...

Levi: *shrugs* I'm actually fine with whatever happened.

Belphie: *head thunks against the table*

(Several moments later, there's an array of notifications from Asmo's phone. Loud shrill beeps are all that make up the next two or so minutes.)

Lucifer: *sighs* ...It seems I forgot about the social media ban, lovely.

[cyberneticlagomorph]

> 🔴 cyberneticlagomorph is live on caster

The stream is late, silent, a little unsettling with the way it just jumps straight into the game without any of Jack's friendly prestream preamble.

The Caster chat is visible in the corner of the screen, people quietly file in and post emojis that do little to break the sense of cloying unease that permeates the entire scene.

Jack's avatar opens his eyes, slowly, painfully.

Blurry.

Why is everything always blurry?

He sits up, and it's unclear if the action is a cutscene or a voluntary action. Ribbon sits, straddling a chair at the foot of Jack's hospital bed. The chair is green and shaped like a frog, looks like the dev team likes animal crossing.

Or memes.

"I told you to run, dumbass." Ribbon growls, she's covered from ear-tip to tail in brightly colored bandaids. Her sword and scabbard are missing and she looks angry, exhausted, like a long suffering mother that just got called into the principal's office yet again. Seconds of silence tick by before Jack finally speaks.

"There are swears in this game??" He takes a moment to look around and finds himself in some sort of tooth-rottingly cute infirmary. Anything made of fabric (that isn't another player or npc) is made out of pastel colored patchwork, even the wallpaper is patchwork. The floor is plush and quilted, and lavender light angles in through the only visible window. For a few moments Jack sits there and wonders if that business with the tunnels and monsters was just a weird bit and the real game is going to be some adorable slice of life type thing like Neopets.

"Finally awake I see." The voice comes from off screen, as soft and warm as the ever present patchwork around them. A patchwork bear in a white lab coat and pink stethoscope waddles in at a leisurely pace, flipping through their sticker encrusted clipboard as they move, "Hello Ribbon, you know that you're cleared to leave right?"

The doctor bear's words are soft, sweet, and tinged with that kind of sugary passive aggression that makes people want to break your teeth.

Ribbon makes a noise in the back of her throat, clearly aware of the tone, "I'm not leaving till I finish rescuing this newbie."

The bear just smiles, wryly, "Of course you aren't, very well then." They turn to Jack, "How are you feeling hun?"

Jack looks down at himself, his hands are... fine? There are two cartoony bandaids wrapped around his wrists where his hands were previously severed, and more slapped over various cuts that he somehow wasn't aware of. But as far as he can tell, he isn't in any pain, "I feel... great?"

The patchwork medic smiles wide and claps her paws together, "Oh, wonderful! If that is the case then you're free to go, but ah-- don't forget to stop by our pharmacy on the way out."

Jack gets to his feet as the doctor takes their leave, and Ribbon gets up to show him the way out, "C'mon I know this place like the back of my eyelids."

"That does not fill me with confidence." Jack murmurs as he is led to the pharmacy. A little name placard rests on the desk, it reads 'pharmacist', but the P has been scribbled out with sharpie markers. Behind the desk is a ratty looking brown bear with safety pins in their ears and nose, there are embroidered patches sewn into their fur in place of tattoos. Despite all of this they're wearing crisp black scrubs and little purple latex gloves.

"What?" Drawls the... Harmacist, not looking up from whatever it's doing. Jack watches as they rummage through a mug full of sewing needles for a hot second, before returning to their earlier hunched over position. Whatever the Harmacist is... harming is unhappy with its situation, as it is currently gurgling and whining and trying to get away.

Ribbon slams her hands on the desk, "Kai sent us, so shape up."

The Harmacist sits up, red eyes dull and bored, their nametag reads 'BB', "That tells me everything thank you!" They spit venomously, "Did Kai send you with a prescription or nah, cuz I can't do anything without one, you know that."

Ribbon makes a face, Jack is currently attempting to edge himself towards the door out of this place. Medical stuff still makes him uncomfortable, no matter how cutely it's been reskinned. Luckily neither NPC seems to notice his moments and he makes it to the door unscathed as an argument breaks out between cat and bear.

As soon as he touches the chipped, plastic doorknob the world seems to warp, and not in a 'loading big assets' kind of way. The game the game the game the game game game game game

Static

Black screen

Blue screen

Loading

Tooltip: the text is unreadable, swimming, crawling, a mess of numbers and broken characters.

Jack is outside the hospital, the sky is black and empty and endless.

The level outside is nothing but indecipherable black silhouettes that stand out against an even darker sky.

He can see the players, all looking up, confused, afraid.

The npcs are nothing now, just colorful shapes in this wretched sea of emptiness.

The ground gives way beneath them all and now he is falling...

Falling...

Falling...

Is the stream still rolling?

He can't tell, he can't see the chat, but it's still there.

Don't worry Jack, they're all screaming for you.

And then, as quickly as it all started.

It stops.

Jack is outside, staring up at a purple sky with green stars like those glow in the dark stickers he always wanted as a kid. The moon hangs there, a jagged crescent with a monstrous bite taken out of it. It glows lavender and seems so resigned to its fate.

Ribbon pops into existence right next to Jack, her animations lag, her lips refuse to sync with her speech.

She has no eyes, only that endless hungry dark that swallowed the sky, "There you are! Here, I finally got ahold of that prescription."

She hands Jack a white paper bag with a cross on it. He takes it, visibly shaking and unsettled. The entire level comes alive with a staticky crackle, followed by a voice without gender, "Hello my dears! I know that Haven is technically outside my jurisdiction but I'm the only one with game-wide intercom access so Keeper can stuff it! Anyway, please excuse that technological hiccup, it seems that our wonderful dev team has more work to do to make this place stable. In any case, all public and private Ursumbra online servers and services will be temporarily closed for maintenance at midnight eastern standard time..." a chorus of groans rings out amongst players, "I know, I know, you'll all be so bored without my dulcet tones spurring you on... see you all tomorrow my lovely listeners, Radio Host out."

And thus ends the broadcast. Jack, thoroughly shaken and confused thought it would be a good time to leave, and logged out without a word, ending the stream immediately after.

[coffeecomicsgalore]

25 Days of Adrien (+ 6 Days of Marinette)

The blue scarf makes a reappearance.

Ao3

Chapter 29 – Mittens

Marinette was safely back at her home for about an hour before her fingers itched to be busy. Adrien had mentioned Chloe’s party early into their date the night before and wondered if she had time to create a new dress with some fabric that she had. She sat up from her chaise under the comfort of her warm blankets and looked to her phone to see the time. She had about a day and a half to complete a dress from start to finish. It wasn’t impossible if it was for other circumstances, but knowing Marinette and her indecisiveness, creating and finishing the dress wouldn’t probably happen in 30 hours.  

She sat there staring at her naked mannequin heavily contemplating on her decision. She sighed before standing up and walking towards her closet to see if there was a dress she could wear or freshen up. Since this was a Bourgeois party, wearing a fancy dress was almost unprecedented. Adrien did mention to look her best and wearing a beautiful dress that would complement her form wouldn’t be a bad idea. She didn’t have many excuses to wear some of the lavish gowns she designed for herself, so wearing one of them would be perfect.

Sorting through the closet, she noticed a pink dress that could easily work for the event. She removed it from the closet and splayed it over the mannequin to have a better view. It was a blush bell-style dress with a sweetheart neckline. The dress itself had a shimmery pink tulle layer that started from the neckline and reached her collar bones, giving a modest look the dress. The dress fell right above her knee and had a silver snowflake pin that sat perfectly near her right shoulder. It was elegant and beautiful.  

She slid her fingers over the fabric to check for any issues with the stitching, smiling pleasantly over the design. Marinette backed up and lulled her head from one side to the other, quietly deciding what shoes and accessories would work with the dress. She trudged to her closet and found two possible contenders – a silver pair pumps and a black pair of t-strap shoes. Placing them in front of her mannequin, she graced slowly towards the jewelry box to find a perfect set of silver bangles and grabbed a complimentary snowflake pin for her hair. Looking back at the shoes, she decided on sticking with the silver look would look best and chose the pumps.

Happy with her decision, she sat back on the chaise and had seen that a text from Adrien was waiting for her reply.  

Kitty: Hey, did I leave my gloves at your house when I dropped you off?

Marinette furrowed her brows remembering the drive and him escorting her into her home.

Buginette: No, I don’t even remember you wearing them to drop me off. Did you wear them when we were playing in the snow yesterday?

Kitty: I did. I can’t remember where I put them. :(

Buginette: My poor kitten has lost his mittens?

Kitty: I think so. I can’t believe I can’t find them.

Buginette: You’ll find them soon, minou. Don’t worry.  

Marinette chewed on her bottom lip when she heard the wind howling outside her window. She worried that he really lost his mittens, and if the restlessness in her fingers gave an indication, she lifted herself up from the chaise and rummaged the box on her table, finding a skein of blue wool yarn and knitting needles.

Aimlessly, she started on the design, reminding herself that it needs to be fairly large to fit Adrien’s fingers. She smiled happily over the color, remembering the scarf she made him for his 14th birthday. He still had no idea that the scarf was made by her. Four years later and multiple homemade designs for him, he was none the wiser and she was okay with it. Hoping this newest addition to his ever-growing collection would please him, she quickly worked the wool, happily humming to herself as the yarn looped in and out of the needles.  

After about an hour and a half, Marinette finished the first mitten, happily sighing over the design. She placed the mitten down ready to start the next one when another text came through.

Kitty: Hey, did you decide what you are wearing tomorrow? I want to match the color.

Buginette: I’m wearing a blush pink dress. But it has silver in it too. You can go either way and it will match.

Kitty: Thanks, love.  

Buginette: No problem, chaton.

Marinette chuckled quietly to herself as she started on the next mitten. Midway through the process, Marinette’s maman called her down for supper and she happily stretched her fingers for a bit while she distracted herself with some delicious food.

After some time away, Marinette hummed sweetly as she handed her kwami a cookie before sitting back down and finishing the design. Once she made sure both mittens looked fine, she packaged them up nicely in some green tissue paper and silver ribbon and looked herself in the mirror before deciding a quick trip as Ladybug would be justified. He had visited her quite often as Chat; she could return the sweet gesture to him and visit him as Ladybug.  

Coaxing her kwami with a large slice of chocolate cake, Tikki begrudgingly allowed Marinette to leave the warmth of her home to see Adrien. She texted him quickly to make sure he was still home, all while not trying to give away her little plan. When she was sure he would not be leaving tonight, she transformed and gathered the gift and yo-yoed her way towards the mansion.  

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Adrien was sitting comfortably on his couch playing one of his favorite video games when he noticed a flash of red in the sea of white. Even though it was dark outside now, he knew that Ladybug was outside of his home.

Trudging happily towards the window, he swung the glass open hoping that it wasn’t an illusion and it was in fact Ladybug coming by to see him. He waited a few moments for her to appear, only to feel the briskness of the cold air coming through. A frown crossed his lips as he feared he was imagining things. He slowly turned back to the couch but heard the swoosh of the indestructible tether before a small thud resonated in the room. Turning quickly with a bright smile plastered on his face, he noticed Ladybug standing in his room, her cheeks tinted rosy from the cold smiling sweetly back at him.

He closed the window to lock in the warmth and rushed to her side, picking her up and twirling her around in circles. Adrien pressed his lips to hers, soaking in the sights of his super heroine girlfriend making a rare appearance to his room.

Between the two, Marinette almost never uses her powers for personal use – Tikki being a stickler for kwami rules and such. She must have bribed her with something extra delicious for her to allow this.

Finally bringing her down to the ground, Adrien smiled brightly prompting a giggle from Ladybug.

“And what do I owe this pleasant visit from one of the most beautiful heroes of Paris?” Adrien said smoothly.

“A certain kitty notified me that he lost his mittens. I could not let him go without a little something warm to keep his cute paws from freezing, so I thought I would deliver a special package all the way from the office of Marinette Dupain-Cheng Designs.”

Adrien could only stare lovingly at what she said. Ladybug handed him the wrapped present and left a chaste peck to his lips before he tore open the tissue. Eyeing the mittens, he brushed his thumbs over the wool, knowing that it would be warm and comforting to wear in the cold. The blue seemed oddly familiar, reminding him of a scarf that he received many years ago on his birthday.  

He wrapped Ladybug in a hug, thanking her for the thoughtful gift. He then walked over to his desk and grabbed the scarf, looking over the knitting and comparing it to the mittens. Ladybug stiffened a bit, not realizing he would make the connection so quickly.

Adrien turned to Ladybug and frowned, holding both items in his hands. Ladybug dropped her transformation before walking towards her not-so-oblivious boyfriend.

“Marinette, did you make me this scarf for my birthday?”

Marinette smiled sheepishly, blushing a bit before looking to the floor. She finally nodded a quick ‘yes’ before looking up at him to see his reaction.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You looked so happy when you thought your dad gifted it to you. I was so happy seeing you happy that I kept that little secret to myself... Are you mad?”

Adrien walked up to Marinette and wrapped her up in a hug. “You have always been so amazing. You said you loved me since the beginning. All these little things really showed me you did. I could never be mad at you.”  

Another hug and kiss were given before Marinette had to transform and make her way back to her home. Adrien sat on his bed and looked over the handmade gifts. “Two more days, Plagg. Just two more days until I ask her. She deserves the world.”

Plagg sits with his wheel of cheese, smiling to himself over his chosen’s happiness.

[thewritingstar]

Valentine Exchange!!!

I’m so excited for this!! So this is my first event and this is my secret valentine for @thecelestialdragonspalace Valentine exchange! I had so much fun with this! The theme was heaven!

Happy late Valentines Day!!!!

So this is my gift for the amazing and wonder and absolutely lovely @bmarvels / BritKee!!! I hope you enjoy it!! It’s a Princess Au!

💓💓💓💓💓💓

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The palace doors opened and to no surprise, the grand room was filled with roses. Gifts scattered the floor as the traditional hearts adored every nook and cranny, the sacred holiday exploded throughout the massive hallways.

The maids beamed at the generous gifts delivered to the princess, she was the most sought out hand in the entire country, possibly the continent. Diamonds, artwork and golden items all had letters with her name on them. Any girl would faint at the enormous amount of riches piled in front of her. 

But disgust tinged Lucy and the thousands of waxy red petals didn’t do her feelings justice, instead she walked past, nose in the air as she ignored all the priceless gifts. She rolled her eyes at the hand painted portrait of her and man she had never seen before. She gagged at the bottles of perfume a kingdom far away had sent and almost spit on the engraved vases filled with a disgusting amount of potent flowers. 

“Ladies, none of this suits my desires, please enjoy yourselves and take as much as you like. Divide it among all of you, please, it’s my gift for you.” Lucy said to her maids.

They all gasped and thanked her, and gladly took the jewels and flowers to their quarters. It became a norm for Princess Lucy to pass the gifts to her lovey maids, after all, they would enjoy them more than she. 

“Lucy, shouldn’t you be getting ready?” Levy asked. The blue haired girl was Lucy’s lady in waiting, she knew all of her secrets and was her most trusted friend. 

“As if I would forget.” Lucy smiled and place a flower into Levy's hair before retreated to her room on the other side of the palace. 

The night fell upon the kingdom but Lucy was far from sleeping. She lit her lantern with a match and opened her balcony doors. Her pink dress was masked by a dark inky cloak and she used the hidden stairs to sneak out towards the gardens. Her heels had been traded for a pair of warm flats as she raced to the gardens edge. 

Waiting by the willow tree, a dusty grey horse stood tall, hidden by the shadows. 

Lucy approached the beautiful creature and offered him an apple from her tree before mounting his back. 

“Hello Happy. Such a sweet boy, now lets go.” She cooed as he began to gallop past the lake. 

The sky was pitch black when she arrived to the small cottage buried deep in the Magnolia Woods. Lucy placed Happy back into his make shift stall before walking up to the small house she grew used too. 

The small and slightly cramped cottage felt more at home to her than the many rooms of the castle. The natural scent of the moss growing on the outside soon became her favorite scent and overall she preferred her time to be spent here.

She let out a gasp as the cobblestone pathway was lined with jars, each filled with fireflies that lit up the path. She noticed a few petals among the stones as she knocked on the door, excitement fled her body. 

The door opened to reveal Natsu, the poor blacksmith she had fallen in love with many moons ago. The one she snuck out to see every other night, but tonight was special.

“Princess, to what do I owe this unplanned visit?” He teased and opened the door. She playfully hit his shoulder and hung her coat on the hanger. 

“You know exactly why my dear.” She kissed his lips softly and walked towards the small kitchen. 

Her eyes traced the room as she took in all the decor. He had spent the time to find wild flowers and put them in a wax paper wrap with a pink ribbon bow. There were small hearts made from the scraps of metal on the table and a red valet box caught her attention. 

“Natsu this place looks lovely.” She complemented and she saw a slight pink grow on his cheeks. Her eyes never left the small box.

He smiled and grabbed it. Opening it, her eyes widened at the marvelous creation. At the end of the silver chain were two connected hearts, each with a red and pink jewel in them. The small sparkle and generous gift made the princess tear up. 

“I know its nothing compared to the diamonds you own but I made it just for you.” He said. She shook her head and took his hand. 

“Out of all the jewels in the palace, this means more to me than anything. Thank you Natsu.” Her smile was breathtaking and he couldn’t stop himself from kissing his princess again.

He slid the silver chain around her neck and she marveled at how beautiful it was. It was something that no prince from another kingdom could give her.

“I went into town and Mira was kind enough to make a chocolate cake for us.” He took her hand and pulled out a chair for her. A slice of dedicate cake was shared between the secret lovers.

Lucy knew that if they were ever caught she would be sold or killed and Natsu would most likely be hung. It was considered treason but everytime she looked into his eyes or felt the linger of his fingers on her skin, she only wanted him more, no matter the consequences.

“Natsu.” Lucy spoke and he looked up, his mouth full of cake and she giggled while wiping a crumb off his cheek with a cloth.

“Yeah?” He swallowed and watched as she pulled a black box out of her dress. He gulped when her fingers unlatched the hinge and a bright golden ring sat between the velvet folds. It was simple but inside the was the word ‘Forever’ engraved.

“Lucy?” He asked softly.

She held out her hand and took his in hers. “Natsu, I was born to be handed to another country, my only purpose is a pawn in the kingdoms dark game. You and I both know that by the end of next month, I will be married off to a random man.”

He clenched his fists at the sound of her being treated like a prop. He knew that their time was limited and that when she married, he wouldn’t see her again, but the ring on the table held a promise.

“But, I don’t want that. I want you. I want to marry a man you makes me feel loved. I want to marry someone who treats me like a princess not because of my title but because they love me unconditionally. Natsu, what I want more than anything in this dark world is to run away with you. To a place that we can be free and start fresh. Where we can love each other freely and be happy. Natsu, will you marry me?”

She watched as his smile tainted with sadness. He grabbed her hand and looked into the eyes he loved. He felt his heart ache at what he was about to say.

“Lucy, I love you but...I can’t put your life in danger if we get caught.” He stood and grabbed the plate, dropping it into the sink. “I love you more than anything but as painful and horrible it will be, you should marry someone who can give you every you need. I can’t provide like those men do. I can only give you my heart.”

She stood and meant his face when he turned around.

“I’d rather die loving you than live a life in a palace married to someone who doesn’t love me. I would gladly hang myself tomorrow if it meant I get to love you today. So don’t you think for a single moment I won’t put my life on the line for you.” She said, tears brimmed her eyes.

“You are my everything Natsu. I am a prisoner in that castle and you are my savior. You make each day worth living in this hell and you are my heaven. I don’t need a fancy palace or a crown on my head. I don’t need a mountain of jewels to be happy. I need you. That’s it. You are enough. You give me what all those men can’t. Love. And as far as I’m concerned, that is more than enough for me.” Her eyes filled with tears and she kissed him softly. “Natsu, your heart is all I want.”

“Lucy. You are my angel, my everything and I will do whatever it takes to live my life by your side.”

“Good.” She dropped one knee to the floor. “Now I’m only going to ask you this one more time. Natsu Dragneel, will you take me Lucy, plain old Lucy to be your wife. Will you run away with me and become my husband?” She asked and without hesitation he picked her up and spun her around.

“Yes of course Lucy. Plain old Lucy. My Lucy. I will run away with you.” He laughed and kissed her rosey cheeks. “I mean I’m kinda upset that I didn’t get to ask you, but I will gladly accept.”

Her feet hit the floor and she placed the golden ring onto his finger and brought out a matching one for her.

“I’d thought you say that.” She handed him the matching ring and he went on one knee dramtically.

“Lucy, you might have been this lands princess but you will always be my queen.” He kissed her hand. “Will you marry me.” He winked at her and the answer was sealed with a kiss.

“Of course I will.” She giggled.

He looked out the window and saw that the sun would come soon, this was the part he hated, the goodbye. “You should go.” He whispered.

She nodded sadly. “Tomorrow night we will leave. We will take Happy and ride towards the town where we will start our new life. Levy is also coming, her husband lives where we are going. Tomorrow Natsu, we will have our new lives.”

“Tomorrow.” He whispered and kissed her deeply. He would living with the love of his life in less than a day and he couldn’t wait. He couldn’t wait to take her away from her cruel fathers marriage scheme and love her with all his heart.

She grabbed her dark cloak and opened the door, her hand wrapped around the heart chain as she hide it under her dress and left the ring on the table just for the safety.

“Lucy.” She turned to his voice. “Happy Valentines Day.”

“Happy Valentines Day Natsu.” She blew him a kiss and disappeared into the shallow darkness, returning to her golden chambers as a princess until she would escape with her future husband and be free from her royal chains. Today she was Princess Lucy Heartfilia of Magnolia, but by tomorrow she would be Lucy Dragneel, the only title she cared about.

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I hope this was good enough! I really loved this idea and felt like it was perfect for you.

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The Bakers Son - 4

( it’s not letting me link any other parts right now I have no idea why, I’ll try and fix it later sorry)

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Adrien landed on the roof of his home with the goofy love struck grin on his face, he jumped down to his balcony and then snuck in through his window he always left unlocked. He crashed onto his desk chair and left out a happy sigh

“Claws in “

Plagg flew out of his ring and landed on adriens bed whining

“ I want cheese “

“Tonight was amazing “ he leaned his head back letting it dangle off the edge of his chair, he rubbed his face attempting to make his smile go away but it just became stronger

“Ok...” Plagg flew over and hovered over Adriens face “ ...and I’m hungry. “ he whined and began poking Adriens nose

“Plagg, I actually talked to her, like a full blow conversation...without making a fool out of myself!” He threw his hands up looking up at his Kwami.

“Well no, superhero, Chat Noir did..” he crossed his arms “ Adrien..not so much. “

Adrien frowned realizing Plagg had a point. But Marinette would never look his way in his civilian life, yeah they were friends. But romantically? He always felt she could do better, that he wasn’t enough for her. He was just the bakers son. The kid who was destined to run the bakery once he was old enough, not that he minded he loved working with his parents, but he always wanted a career aside from helping his parents.

“Plagg, I’m not good enough for her..” he sighed getting up to change “I’m..boring. I’m just the poor kid who lives across the street from school.. “ he rubs his face and groans. “ I’m nuts to think she’d even give me chance, let alone date me”

“Don’t sell yourself so short kid” Plagg was a bit more sympathetic once he found the stash of cheese from Adriens backpack. “She hasn’t talked to you because you’re both a mess when either of you try to talk to one another. “ he chopped down on his cheese looking at it lovingly

“Take for instance, she had the picture of you two in her room”

He rolled his eyes “ It was taken by Nino, it had her best friend in it, of course it’s hanging on the wall. I’m stupid to think it’s because of me.”

Plagg groaned and floated over to Adrien holding a slice of cheese “Look, kid, if she didn’t like you, she could have just cut you of the picture, but she didn’t. So just make a move tomorrow...also we need more cheese “ he threw up his slice and ate it in one gulp.

Adrien smiled pondering what Plagg had said, he was right. Just Marinette was always so nervous around him. He figured it was due to the fact of her actually being able to become social with others just this past year. She’s gotten better but she still had a lot of anxiety. He sighed and pushed those thoughts away, he changed into his pajamas and laid in his bed.

“I know what I’ll do! I’ll get to know her as Chat, then won’t be as nervous around her as a civilian! “

Plagg sighed to himself.

This kid is going to be the death of me Fu.

He whispered looking up at the ceiling,

“She’s going to make me a coat ..” A small smile came to his face then he fell asleep.

-

The next morning Marinette was a mess.

“ Tikki why did I agree to make him a coat!?! What is wrong with me?” She was running late, her father furiously waiting for her downstairs “And to make Ladybug-MYSELF a coat too?” She groaned running her fingers through her bangs

“ Marinette calm down, we can worry about your late night agreements with Chat later” Tikki giggled bringing Marinette her hair ribbons.

She gave tikki and smile and tied her hair back into her pigtails and then grabbing her bag “You’re right I have to focus..crap!” She realized you could see her wound with this skirt on

Natalie knocked on the door “ Marinette you Father is waiting, he’s getting impatient.” She called opening the door slightly.

“ I’m coming Natalie, tell him I’ll meet him in the car please!” She stumbled running back into her closet to pull on some jeans then raced down the stairs and out their big front door. She thanked their driver for opening her door and got in seeing her father looking rather unamused.

“ Do you think this is a game? Marinette we have a strict schedule to stick too I don’t have time for you to be slacking.” He father turned away and told the driver to continue to their destination

“ I’m sorry Father” she paused for a moment to think of an excuse “ I was up late studying Chinese..” she glanced up at him, he seemed a little less upset at her “reason” for running late.

“Well.. then I expect to hear good things from your teacher then, next time I see him. “ he crossed his arms, turning his attention to Natalie tell him his schedule for the day

She left out a quiet sigh of relief and pulled out her notebook.

This time she was actually doodling to help pass some time. Drowning out Natalie’s voice and her fathers constant “Mhm’s”

-

“Adrien? Hellooo??” Nino tapped his pencil on Adriens book in attempt to get his attention.

“Huh-what?” He jumped looking over at Nino, he rubbing his eyes, trying to wake up.

“Did you get any sleep Romeo?” Alya joked coming to the table to sit, Nino gave her a quick peck on her cheek.

“ Eh, not really. “ he sighed looking down at his half finished work.

“ Dude you gotta tell your folks to lighten up on the work load “ Nino punched his shoulder laughing

“It’s not the bakery, or my parents.. I just have a lot of things on my mind..” he pushed Ninos hand away giving him a smile.

“Yeah and maybe one of those distractions is a dark hair, blue eyed girl? “ Nino leaned back giving Adrien a look.

“Wait what?!” Alya perked up “ Am I missing something?! Does the Adrien Agreste have a CRUSH?!”

“No Nino’s just being-“

“RIDICULOUS, UTTERLY RIDICULOUS” Chloe screamed from across the court yard yelling at the principal over some nonsense she didn’t agree with.

“ -what Chloe said” Adrien finished off laughing with the rest of the group

Alya turned her attention over to the entrance of the school, “Hey Mari! Over here!” Alya waved to her for her to come over

Marinette smiled walking over, she tried her best to not limp, luckily she took some medicine before leaving the house. “Hey guys” her voice quiet, she set down her books and laid her head on the table, her tired eyes looking up at Ayla.

Alya gave her a confused look “ Uh, girl what kind of photo shoot was..this??” She let out a giggle gesturing towards Marinettes face makeup and then grabbing a strand of teased hair.

She groaned and reached into her bag for a makeup wipe “ Father had me model some of his winter looks, icy and blue is the “look” for this winter” she rolled her eyes laughing along with Alya. “ I didn’t have time to wipe it off, I was finishing a de-homework in the car”

Adrien, who hadn’t taken his eyes off her, “Well you look great” He let out before he could stop himself. He felt his face get hot, then glared at Nino attempting to hold in a laugh

Marinettes eyes went wide looking over at him, thank god for the excessive blue face makeup or else you see the pink on her cheeks “ Thanks Adrien..” she gave him a soft smile, then registered how ridiculous she looked with half smeared makeup on her face, she looked away, her bangs overnight her face.

“Let’s get you to the bathroom and fix this nest on your head “ Alya laughed attempting to de-tangle her midnight locks with her fingers.

She moved her gaze from Adrien to Ayla behind her “ please tell me you have a softer brush this time?” She laughed wiping off the last of the makeup, getting up grabbing her things

“No promises! Meet up with you boys in class!“ Ayla linked her arm with Marinettes and lead her to the bathroom

Nino looked over to a red Adrien, hands gripping his combed-well now un-combed- blond hair

“Please tell me I didn’t say that...out loud atleast “

“Yup, you told half wiped away, snowflake face covered Marinette, that she looks great..” Nino laughed patting a groaning Adriens back.

-

“OW” Marinette winced as Alya tugged on another part of her head

“Sorry I’m almost done “ her frown went away to unveil a smirk as she thought of an idea to get her friends mind off of her mess of hair.

“Soo, how are things going in the romance department? Hmm??” Alya looked at Mari though the bathroom mirror raising her eyebrows

“Nothings happening.” She sighed and rested her elbows on the sinks edge.

“How about that crush you have on a certain green eyed baker?? Is it growing since you first met him?” She giggled moving to another section of hair

“ Alya that was a year ago..” Marinette smiled thinking back on the day she first met him.

*flashback*

Marinette sighed receiving a message from her bodyguard that the car had stopped working, that’d she either have to wait or walk home.

She would have GLADLY taken the watch free walk home....But it was raining.

She didn’t want to catch a cold, then she’d have to hear from her Father about getting sick, she decided to wait at the schools entrace for whenever her ride would arrive.

“My first day of school.. and it’s been awful” she sighed looking over at her Kwami, she’d only had her for a few weeks at this point, but they were close, you’d think they’d been together for years

“Marinette it’s your first day, things will get better!” Tikki smiled up at her chosen.

Marinette gave her a soft smile and jumped when she heard a voice behind her.

She turned to see a tall boy with gorgeous shiny blond hair, nicely combed to one side, But what stood out most were his deep green eyes. She could tell he was around her age, since he still had soft features,but he was growing into them slowly

“Hey, Marinette right? “ he smiled softly walking up next to her, he looked down since he was on the taller side, First thing he noticed where her bright blue eyes. Her dark midnight hair helped them be more pronounced. They weren’t quiet the shade of the ocean blue, or the sky, but a nice mix of both.

“Yeah that’s me..” she looked down at his messy shirt then realized he was the boy she ran into this morning with her orange juice

“ I am so sorry for earlier..” she paused realizing she never got his name. “ um..”

“ Adrien..” he gave her a sweet smile and put a hand on her should “It’s okay, I don’t live far anyhow. I could’ve just changed but Nino and I had to finish up a project and so I never got the time “ he realized he was about to start babbling then stopped “ Do you not have a ride home?” He opened his umbrella stepping out in front of her

“ I do..sorta, the car broke, and I didn’t bring my umbrella so, either I walk and get sick or wait here until my driver comes. “ she sighed then noticed his extended hand

“Come on, ill walk you.”

“Oh I don’t want to bother you Adrien, I don’t live that close “ she waved her hand signaling it was fine, but he protested

“Please? You owe me for spilling juice on my shirt..” he gestured to the orange stain on his white shirt and she giggled

“Again I’m sorry about your shirt, I’ll get you another..” she paused noticing his kitty eyes he was giving her, she blushed and gave in “..sure I’d love that” she took his hand,taking note about how his hands looked rough, but were oh so soft, and joined him under his umbrella.

~

The entire walk to her home was full of laughs between the two of them as he cracked jokes. He liked to see her laugh, but he loved hearing her laugh. He looked down at her, she’d linked her arm in his and held onto his bicep with the her free hand balancing her self from throwing her head back laughing. Every once and a while she’d squeeze his arm and he felt the blood rush to his cheeks each time.

Marinette frowned as they reached her home, he moved infront of her, she smiled seeing his goofy grin.

“Well this is my stop..” she looked past the gates at the front door, where Natalie was waiting for her.

She turned back and seeing the attractive blond holding out his umbrella toward her

“Keep it “ He smiled, taking in her soft features, her cute pigtails that were tied back in red ribbons.

“ Adrien no, you still have to walk home” she heard the gates open, signaling to wrap up her conversation with the kind boy infront of her.

“And you still have to walk to the door. I wouldn’t want one of my friends to get sick“

She blushed not moving her gaze from his green eyes. Hesitantly she reached out to grab it, she felt her fingers bump his, the electric shock that shot through her was one she’d never forget. She pulled her hand back slightly, then took the umbrella from him.

“ Thanks Adrien...I didn’t get your last name?” she trailed off feeling her face get hot as his became a familiar shade of red also.

“ Agreste..I’ll see you tomorrow..” he waved turning around and walking back in the direction they came.

“S-see you t-tomorrow-whoa, why am I stammering?” She looked back up to share another glance, one last time with those dreamy green eyes again, then he turned the corner disappearing from sight.

“A friend..” she said breathless

_

“Hello...earth to Marinette? “ Alya said reaching her hand down

Marinette blinked snapping out of her thoughts, she handed Ayla one of her hair ribbons. “ I do have a crush on Adrien, but we’re just friends Alya, he’s bound to have girls lined up to date him. “ she looked up at her best friend in the mirror who was shaking her head

“Girl, Adrien is PICKY.. well, that’s what Nino has told me. He’s never even brought a girl home. “ she finished tying Marinette’s hair into her regular pigtails, then put her hands on her innocent friends shoulders

Marinette raised a brow “ Alya, I don’t want to make things uncomfortable, sometimes it’s better to have a friend then a boyfriend. Adrien and I are great friends. I don’t want to jeopardize that over my silly feelings. “ she got up and grabbed her school bag

Alya sighed “ I just want you to be happy..”

She grabbed Alyas free hand “ I am, I have three amazing, supportive friends” she smiled as they embraced in a hug

“Let’s get to class before we’re late “

She nodded at her best friend and they made their way to class.

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Ahh yes the famous umbrella scene...I just tweaked it.. a little. I hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think! I’m changing up how I label the parts at the top, let me know which way you like best!

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[hookedonapirate]

To Play the Game (and win your heart)

Summary: Some people would call it a job, but to Emma and her sister, Milah, it’s a game of the heart. Play by the rules and you’ll never get hurt.

Whatever you call swindling wealthy men out of their money, this con-artist duo has it down to a tee. Milah sets up an available, rich man and gets him to marry her. Emma seduces and lures the husband into having an affair so he’ll get caught in the act. He then loses his money in the ensuing divorce.

The sisters wear a coat of armor around their hearts to keep them intact, but when they set their sights on their next mark, professional golfer Killian “Hook” Jones, Emma never imagined how hard the game could be and how easily her heart could be stolen—especially when she switches roles with Milah and becomes the one exchanging vows with the gorgeous multi-millionaire. Heartbreakers AU.

Artwork by: @distant-rose​

Rating: Mature for connivery, vixen behavior and sexual themes.

Content Warnings: This story deals with conning and manipulation and also mentions/includes children with various disabilities, and also . 

Author’s Notes: So, over a year ago, I made this post about a story idea I had in my head for a really long time. Well, guys, I am soooo excited to say that I went ahead and wrote the thing! 

Thank you @captainswanbigbang​ and all of the moderators for organizing the event and for all of your help throughout the process.

A huge shout out goes to @ilovemesomekillianjones​ for all of her help with this fic. She really kicked some butt while beta reading, and if not for her, this story would not be what it is. 

Thank you @distant-rose​ for stepping in as my artist. She is so talented and I can’t wait for everyone to see all of the art she has planned for this fic. She even made me a playlist for this story including Emma’s and Milah’s theme song, Homewrecker by Marina and the Diamonds, and some other great tracks that fit well with the theme of the fic. 

Thank you @onceuponaprincessworld​ for all of her feedback and for her constant support and for letting me bounce ideas off of her during the process. Thank you @teamhook​ for her help and ideas with scenes I was struggling with.

This is the first time I’ve written a complete MC before posting the first chapter, so it feels surreal to be presenting this to you knowing it’s finished. This story has been a struggle, especially when it came to constructing Emma’s character, and I’ve definitely had some ups and downs during the writing process, but I’m really proud of how this fic turned out and I really hope all of you enjoy it! 

There are 12 chapters, and I will be posting every Tuesday, so let me know if you would like to be tagged.

Available on: AO3 FFnet

Chapter 1: Game Tutorial 

~Rule #1: Learn how to play the game like a pro. Learn how to play from the best of ‘em. Learn how to survive and learn how to win.~

 July 9th, 2015—Boston, MS

 “Well, this is just perfect,” Milah sighs, leaning against the car with her prepaid cellular phone in one hand and a cigarette in the other, hazel eyes piercing down at the screen. Chocolatey brown locks cascade over her shoulders in thick waves, lightly affected by the gentle breeze slicing through the muggy, midsummer air. The brunette is wearing a pair of black denim shorts and a bright red t-shirt, showing off her flat, milky stomach as she waits for her sister.

 Emma and Milah are the same age, twenty-four years old, but that’s where their physical similarities end. Emma has fair skin, luminous green eyes that sparkle through her thick-framed glasses, and golden sunshine hair pulled back into a high ponytail, the ribbon curls bouncing with every step as she makes her way to the car from the Stop ‘N Gas. Alternating between scratching off a lottery ticket with the edge of her car key and chewing on the Slim Jim tucked inside the palm of her hand, she’s wearing a white tank top and slim, dark blue leggings. “Damn… I guess it’s back to work tomorrow,” Emma grumbles through a mouthful of the dry meat snack, tearing the losing ticket in half and throwing it into the trashcan next to the gas pump. As she leans back on the yellow bug next to her sister, she swallows the food in her mouth and takes another bite of the Slim Jim.

 “Well that's too bad.” Milah tucks the phone in her pocket and takes a long drag of her cigarette, blowing a puff of smoke out of her mouth and letting it drift into Emma's direction.

 “Come ooo- onn !” Attempting to wave the smoke out of her face, Emma starts coughing as she breathes some of it in. “How many times do I have to tell you that smoking is bad for you?”

 “And Slim Jims aren't? You're eating processed beef that's made up of mechanically separated chicken, and is loaded with salt and preservatives,” Milah points out scornfully.

 Emma cringes and immediately stops chewing, feeling the urge to vomit. “You mean beef, right?” she mumbles with her mouth full.

 “Nope. The meat base is made of chicken,” Milah replies pretentiously, a sly grin crossing her lips. “Sounds appetizing, doesn't it?”

 Emma’s features twist in disgust, she spits the chewed-up remains into the trash can and throws away what’s left in the wrapper with a snide retort. “At least I can't be afflicted with lung disease from eating Slim Jims. I'd rather be clogging up my arteries than breathing through a ventilator for the rest of my life. Besides, it's hazardous to smoke near a gas pump.” Emma grabs the cigarette from between her sister’s fingers and throws it on the ground before crushing it with the sole of her sandal.

 Milah becomes bug-eyed at the gesture. “What the hell, Em?! That was my last cigarette!”

 Emma sighs and rolls her eyes. “So buy another pack.”

 The brunette’s eyebrows are furrowed together as she scolds Emma, arms flailing in the air. “Yeah, I would, except, now we might have to decide on whether to spend our money on food or rent, so how am I going to buy a pack of cigarettes?!”

 Emma eyes her sister warily, her brows crinkling in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

 Milah’s lashes are pressed together as she squints, flashing Emma her famous ‘ are you seriously kidding me right now?’ mien. “Well in case you forgot, sis, we received an eviction notice this morning, and we had to replace the engine of this old piece of crap!” Milah spats resentfully, gesturing towards Emma’s prized yellow bug to convey her point.

 “Hey, my car is not a piece of crap,” Emma argues defensively. She opens the driver's door, hearing the hinges squeak as Milah makes her way to the passenger’s side.

 “I just checked my bank account, and unless you have money I don't know about, or plan on seducing the landlord to get out of paying rent, then we’re completely screwed.”

 “Well, maybe if you hadn’t spent seventy-five dollars on the sandals you just had to have, then we’d have more money.” Emma is all for buying new shoes, but not if it meant they have to live on the streets because of it.

 Milah glowers at her. “They were half off. Besides, you know what they say—give a girl the right pair of shoes and she can conquer the world. And we’re going to need a lot more than seventy-five dollars to catch up on rent. We're going to need some kind of miracle.”

 “Well, I asked for more hours at the bar, and you’ve picked up more too,” Emma reminds her.

 Milah shakes her head as they get in the car. “Still, we’re barely getting by. That engine set us way back,” she points out in frustration, buckling her seatbelt. “We need to make some money quick.”

 Emma nods in agreement, knowing her sister’s correct. “If only one of us could win the lottery or marry a rich man. I really don't want to spend the rest of my life eating ramen noodles for breakfast, lunch and dinner,” Emma mutters, firing up the engine as she fastens her seatbelt. Lifting her eyes, she catches Milah’s big hazel ones gleaming at her, a slow, snide smile crawling across her lips. The hairline on Emma’s forehead rises as she arches a brow at her sister. “What?”

 “That’s a brilliant idea, Em.”

 Waving her head doubtfully, Emma looks ahead as she shifts the gear in drive and starts pulling away from the gas pump. “Eating ramen noodles for every meal? Not really. They're incredibly high in sodium, calories and saturated fat. And weren't you just cutting me down for munching on Slim Jims?”

 “Not that. I'm talking about marrying a rich man.”

 Emma snorts as she turns out of the parking lot, not believing what she just heard slip past Milah's lips. “That would kind of be difficult to do, considering neither one of us is even dating one.”

 Milah shifts in her seat anxiously, excitement dancing in her eyes. “Em, do you remember about two years ago… when we went to visit Mal and Lily for Christmas?”

 Emma thinks about that for a moment, unsure of what Milah is getting at. Mal had taken them in for a short while, after their adoptive mother died when they were seventeen years old. Milah and Emma aren't sisters by blood but they grew up in the foster system together and became inseparable when they were both adopted by a nice woman in Indiana. They had only been out of the system for a year when Ingrid was in a fatal car accident.

 Mal is the mother of Lily Page, who was Milah’s and Emma's classmate and friend, and took them in while they finished high school. When the sisters moved out, they got an apartment together in Boston. Milah had just turned twenty-two when they went back to visit Mal and Lily for the holidays. “Yeah, I remember. She taught us how to play poker. So?”

 “She did, but do you also remember how Mal spoke to us about the con and how we weren't supposed to tell anyone about it?”

 “The con?” Emma tries to recall, but really has no clue what Milah’s talking about.

 “Yeah. Mal told us how Lily's father left when he found out she was pregnant, so after that, she gave up on love. Said it was weakness, and only married her husbands for their money. When Lily turned twenty-one, she got her mother’s husband at that time to cheat on her. Then Mal divorced him and got a huge settlement out of it. The two of them took the money, and moved on to the next poor loser who fell into their trap. And they always used fake names so they'd never get caught.”

 “Yeah, okay I remember now.” Emma regards her sister with a cautious eye. “What's your point?”

 “Don't you see, Em? We could do the same. We could have Mal show us the con, and how to pull it off successfully.”

 Shaking her head, Emma quickly declines while biting back a laugh. “I am not doing that.”

 Milah shifts in her seat, her whole body facing Emma. “Just think—we’ll never have to be broke again. We can get a few good marks, take their money and move to Hawaii and buy our own bar on the beach or something. Come on, what do you say, Em? Let's do something bold . Something crazy .”

 “We do plenty of bold and crazy things,” Emma counters with a laugh.

 “Name one.”

 “What about the time we went skinny dipping in the sea with our former bosses?”

 Milah rolls her eyes. “You just proved my point. If that's the craziest thing we’ve ever done, I think it’s time we change that.”

 Emma stares at the road ahead of her, gnawing on her bottom lip. “But we’re not like Mal and Lily. What if we end up falling in love with one of the marks? I mean, do you really think we can pull this off?”

 “Sure, why not? Neither of us have ever been good at commitments anyways. But, we've been good at one-night stands and sex with no strings.”

 Emma has to admit, Milah’s correct on all counts, yet she still feels the urge to argue her reasons. “Well, yes, but those were only physical involvements and we always go to the guy’s place, making a dash before morning. Now you're talking about one of us going on romantic dates and getting a man to fall head over heels in love and make an actual commitment before ripping his heart in two?”

 “So? I can totally do that. I'll be the primary and you can get them to have an affair; that way you won't have to worry about the relationship part. All you have to do is look good, dress sexy and be your charming self, like when you pick up a guy at the bar. Only he’ll be married and rich instead of single and broke… and he’ll be my husband.”

 This is completely insane.

 Letting out a heavy sigh, Emma can't believe she is actually considering this plan. It seems so wrong to her on many, many levels. “I don't know…”

 Milah pulls one of Emma's hands from the steering wheel, encases it between her own and looks at her sister with pleading eyes, her left wrist revealing the tattoo of a raven's wings spread across the inside.

 “Please? Just consider it, that's all I'm asking.”

 Emma also has a tattoo on the inside of her left wrist, only it’s the wings of a white swan. They both got the tattoos using their fake i.d. cards, just after getting adopted by Ingrid at age sixteen. The wings symbolize their freedom from escaping the various foster homes, and they would never take it for granted. And yet, this little scheme they are contemplating would certainly take that freedom away if they ever got caught and landed in prison.

 Emma turns her head, briefly glancing at her sister, who is making a moue with her lips. “You're insane,” she titters, waving her head in bewilderment.

 Milah grins at her cheekily. “And you love me for it.”

 $*$*$

 May 5th, 2018—the outskirts of Storybrooke, ME

 Emma’s long blonde locks whip through the air, relieved to be free from the confinement of the red-haired wig as she tilts her head to the side and smiles at her sister, Milah. They’re just leaving the outskirts of Maine in their brand new flashy red Corvette Convertible with the top down, wearing designer sunglasses and silk dresses with thousand-dollar Giuseppe Zanotti shoes. And they have eighty thousand dollars to their name which will pay for their living expenses while they sink their claws into their next new mark.

 After Mal’s training, they'd started out small, tricking strangers at grocery stores by convincing them they’d forgotten their purses, or that their cupboards were bare and they needed to feed their starving children when they were using maxed-out cards so they’d be declined. The restaurant pranks were their most popular techniques; they’d plant a strand of hair or piece of glass in their food, or they’d discolor the chicken with red food dye to make it look raw in the middle and receive a free meal out of the charade. Or they’d sit at the bar wearing their sexiest dresses, luring men into buying them all the cocktails they could possibly stand before fleeing to the cab the men paid for when the sisters became too drunk to drive, leaving the poor guys all hot and bothered with no money in their pockets.

 The more cons they played out, the easier it became. Emma was always wary about it and her conscience often got in the way, but she slowly came around because she didn't want to let her sister down. Milah, however, was a natural. She had no problem lying and flirting with strange men to get her way, and always took the lead whenever they were working as a team. Soon enough, it was on to the big leagues.

 Their first real mark was a computer geek from MIT who worked at Google, was a momma’s boy, and had never cooked a meal in his whole goddamn life. The millionaire may have been smart, but luckily he wasn't clever enough to let his brain do all the thinking or let his mother talk some sense into him. Either that, or he was just that desperate when a gorgeous brunette, who was way out of his league, showed interest in him. They were married three months later when Emma kissed him so Milah could walk in and catch them. Emma cried that night for ruining the man’s life. Several more cons and broken hearts later, the consequences of their actions gradually had less of an impact on her due to Milah’s constant encouragement and incessant reminders that it’s better than sleeping on the cold, hard floor in a crowded homeless shelter or a cardboard box on the streets.

 “So how was the wedding?”

 Milah shrugs, a half-hearted smile curving her lips. “It was fine.”

 Even through the dark shades, Emma can tell something is wrong with her sister. She can always read her like a book. “You okay?”

 “Yeah, absolutely. Why wouldn't I be?”

 “I don't know, but I know when something's bothering you. We’re sisters remember?”

 Milah's smile grows as she slowly turns up the radio. “Of course, and you're also my best friend, Em,” she adds, speaking over the music as she leans over and kisses Emma's cheek. “It's just exhausting getting married and going through a divorce, that's all. And I kinda miss my blonde wig,” she says with a small laugh before briefly glancing down and admiring her feet. “But that's okay. Give a girl the right pair of shoes…”

 “And she can conquer the world,” Emma finishes enthusiastically.

 “I promise, sis… everything… is… fantastic.”

 The song Homewrecker by Marina and the Diamonds is playing as the music envelopes their ears. Milah throws her arms up in the air and Emma laughs, raising one hand while the other is still on the wheel. She grabs her sister's hand and they start singing loudly with the words of the song. Emma can't wait to get to their next destination. “Palm Beach, Florida, here we come!” Emma shouts at the top of her lungs.

 “Whoohoooooo!” Milah utters in excitement, both of the them floating on a cloud; nothing in the word could possibly bring them down.

 $*$*$

 Approximately two days and 1,529 miles later—Palm Beach, FL

 “What about him?”

 Emma dismisses the question with a soft shake of her head, grimacing at the idea of having to kiss the old man leaving his huge mansion—he looks as though he’s on the brink of death. She's already had her fill of the previous man with a cane—Milah’s latest ex-husband. “I don't think so,” Emma grumbles, proceeding to cruise through the wealthy neighborhood. The avenue is stretching wide and flat in front of them, a perfectly-aligned row of palm trees on either side as the sunlight scatters through the gaps. They’ve been on the road for twenty-four hours over the span of two days, and regretted the decision of not traveling by plane (Emma is afraid of flying), so it’s a relief to finally reach their destination. And as tired as they are, they’re bound and determined to find their next mark.

 Emma’s eyes are spanning over the nearby houses when she spots a modestly attractive man stepping out of his Mercedes Benz. He appears to be in his mid-thirties, has curly brown hair and is wearing an Armani suit. Perhaps a CEO of a large corporation? “What about him? He's kind of cute.” Just as Emma asks, another man, this one with dark hair who is equally as attractive and young, steps out of the house greeting the other with a hug. “Brothers maybe? That could be fun.”

 Emma receives an eye roll as she stops at a red light.

 “We don't play more than one guy at a time, I can only marry one, Em. And competition creates complications, especially between brothers.”

 Despite her words, Emma continues to observe them as Milah looks ahead, but to the blonde’s dismay, the two men start kissing—making out to be more precise. “Ummm… I take that back… not brothers… and you're definitely not their type.”

 “What do you mean I'm not their type?” Milah asks, clearly offended as she tilts her head to see what Emma is looking at. “Oh… I don't do gay guys either.”

 “Maybe they're bi? You could have a ménage à trois,” Emma teases with a laugh as the light turns green and she gently steps on the gas.

 “No thanks,” Milah replies, her words laced with distaste. “Get real, Em. Maybe you're into that, but I'm not.”

 Emma shrugs. “Suit yourself.”

 Half an hour later, they arrive at the condo they're staying in for the next two or three months, depending on how long it takes Milah to get the next man to marry her. The last one took two, but that was a new record for her. And he was only worth six hundred thousand. His last name was Gold, but he sure as hell wasn't made of it.

 They enter their room, blown away by the accommodations as they take a tour of the place. The beachfront apartment contains a large living space with a tan leather sectional, a matching loveseat and a large flat screen TV in the lounge area. There’s a separate laundry room in the apartment, and the kitchen is equipped with granite countertops and all of the stainless steel appliances they could possibly need.

 The glass patio doors afford a spectacular view of the ocean, and opens to a balcony scattered with outdoor dining furniture and a sunbed.

 In each of the two bedrooms, there’s a full patio window and a four-poster queen size bed adorned with a mountain of frilly pillows and silk drapes surrounding the bed. The en-suite bathroom that joins the two bedrooms contains a jacuzzi tub and shower encased in glass doors.

 Emma and Milah are squealing in delight, completely in awe as they soak everything in. Between all of the crowded foster homes and the studio apartments they lived in which were ran by slumlords, this is by far the nicest place they've ever stayed in.

 After getting settled and unpacking some of their things, Milah decides to test out the bathtub while Emma goes for a walk. It’s still early in the evening and she’s utterly exhausted, but she craves some time on the beach before retiring to her bed. The ocean always calms her.

 $*$*$

 Hook Jones is in jeopardy of losing his world number one ranking this week at the Players Championship in Ponte Verde, Florida. According to the scenarios presented by Twitter user @VC606, there are four players who could overtake Jones this week.–thebiglead.com

 The sun is cresting the horizon, leaving an array of colors across the sky as Killian moors his vessel to the port. He normally likes to start the mornings on his yacht whenever he can catch a break, but watching the sunset is just as calming. It allows him to reflect and plan his game before the tour. Some days are a zoo, with the cameras and crowds following him around on the green; the feeling of being closed in is the worst part about being a golfer. Being on the sea is his escape.

 It’s really quite ironic because ever since he was a child, he's been surrounded by people, even after he lost his family. He’s traveled around the world, and when he’s in Palm Beach he spends a lot of time with the children, who are his biggest fans. As much as he enjoys being around them, he’s always craving to have someone with him while he’s on the tour—someone by his side… someone along for the ride.

 With his vessel securely anchored in place, Killian makes his way from the marina and passes a few patrons, offering a courteous smile and a small wave. Most of them are familiar to him, and some are obviously here on vacation.

 Normally, tourists wear shorts when it’s sixty-eight degrees and end up looking like lobsters after spending four hours in the sun. Locals, on the other hand, wear winter jackets when it’s a touch below seventy degrees and always have deep brown tans. Killian can always distinguish a local from a tourist, not only by the hue of their tan, or lack thereof, and the way they dress, but also by the excitement buzzing in their eyes. Most of them spend their days snapping photos, drinking in the view and thinking of ways to move here, while the residents of Palm Beach spend their lives trying to find a way out.

 Nearing the beach, Killian feels the cool breeze touching his skin and blowing through his hair. This is one of cooler evenings in May, although he’s been accustomed to much more frigid temperatures from all of his traveling.

 His mind is frazzled with thoughts of the new foundation he had spent many years dreaming up and planning, the charity event to kick it off and the Players championship, where he is hoping to maintain his number one ranking. With everything going on, he has to be mentally prepared for the game, but he’s not worried. He’s always hungry for more wins, no matter how many he already has in the bag. Golf is his true love, and the game is all about focus and preparation.

 However, nothing could've prepared him for the vision currently demanding all of his focus when his eyes fall upon a beautiful woman. Well, an angel to be more precise, with skin fair and pure, golden hair shimmering, even in the dim light of the evening air.

 Bloody hell, she is breathtaking.

 She’s walking barefoot along the beach, wearing a white layered mini skirt, a beige sweater and a wide-brimmed sun hat, her long golden hair flowing in soft waves. Her gorgeous legs go on for days, she has high cheekbones and glossy pink lips, and her emerald green eyes are lit up like a firefly in the night. Her creamy skin looks like porcelain, and a calm expression is settled over the beautiful features of her face as she gazes across the ocean.

 She is definitely not from around here. Even if not for all of the evident signs, he would remember seeing a lass like her.

 Killian watches from the shadows of the pier, trying not to be seen. There’s an aura about her that pulls him in like waves of the sea. Before he knows it, she is walking away, leaving him dizzy and discombobulated as he struggles to remember what he was doing. He has to shake his head and collect his bearings, heading for home in his blue Mustang, but how in the bloody hell is he supposed to forget a woman like her?

[unwillingadventurer]

On the road- Part 1

After enjoying the short trip The Mother Road we decided to write a story with One, Steven and Vicki having their own road trip. We’re doing it in parts this time. 

The door to the breakfast hall swung open and Steven entered the room. He looked around the space and spied the Doctor and Vicki sat at one of the tables eating. They’d been staying at the small bed and breakfast since the previous evening and were getting ready to leave within hours. He grabbed a slice of toast as he sat down next to Vicki.

“Started without me, I see,” he said through mouthfuls.

The Doctor looked up from his newspaper. “The child tried to wake you. You were dead to the world.”

“I’ve always been a heavy sleeper…once I get to sleep that is.”

“You were snoring like a warthog!” Vicki chuckled.

Steven was about to reply but could barely muster the energy. They’d spent so many hours the previous evening watching a travelling circus performance and after that they’d been invited backstage to meet some of the performers. By the time he got to bed and managed to sleep it was almost light. He was used to being on the go with little sleep but for some reason he was feeling particularly tired the last few days. He sneezed. He hoped he wasn’t coming down with an illness.

The Doctor set down his newspaper and sipped his tea with satisfaction. “Now, I think it’s time we were heading off.”

“I’ve only just got here!” Steven said as he quickly grabbed another slice of toast. “Why the hurry?”

“My boy, the day is already started. We have things to do.”

Vicki finished her yoghurt. “And we better check on the TARDIS. Doctor you did just leave it in the circus tent, behind that strange cage.”

Steven swallowed suddenly. “Wait a minute, the tent? The TARDIS is in the tent!”

“Yes, dear boy, are you quite deaf?”

“No, I just mean that the TARDIS is in the tent that the circus moved a few hours ago to be on their way.”

The Doctor chuckled. “Nonsense, they’re not leaving until tomorrow, we have plenty of time.”

“Doctor, I saw them driving away when I finally got to bed. I don’t know what they’ll have done with the TARDIS but the tent is most definitely gone!”

The Doctor wasn’t perturbed and tapped him on the arm. “Oh, my boy, you do worry so. No harm shall come to the ship, it’ll be there where we left it just without its cover that’s all.”

…

“Just where we left it eh?” Steven said as he, Vicki and the Doctor stood on the wet grass of the empty field where the circus tent and the TARDIS once stood. Around them all that was left was leaflets and ribbons and bunting. Vicki picked up a leaflet.

“Oh Doctor, he’s right, they’ve got another part of their tour up in Stoke-on-Trent,” Vicki said.

Steven’s eyes rolled upwards. “Stoke-on-bloody-Trent? Just great, the TARDIS has been stolen and is on its way up north and we’re still down here in Southampton.”

The Doctor chuckled loudly. He didn’t quite know how to stop until Steven shook him.

“Would you remind me of what’s so funny? We’re stuck in 2017 with no ship.”

“Oh, my dear young man, your imagination disappoints me. This isn’t the dark ages, there are plenty of ways to travel.”

“Yes, but Doctor, the question is, why did someone take it in the first place?” Vicki queried.

“It’s a wonderful thing my TARDIS, I’m never surprised when its stolen.”

Vicki laughed. “That’s how you got it in the first place.”

Steven did a double-take and shook his head as he looked at the Doctor. “You stole it? Well there we have it. Honour amongst thieves?”

“I merely borrowed it young man.”

“Did you ask? Borrowing also implies you intend to return it one day?”

The Doctor shuffled awkwardly. “Stop asking me questions. We have an errand to run.”

Vicki sighed heavily, fed up with their arguments and also not relishing the idea of a trip to retrieve the TARDIS. “So how do we get there? Are trains invented yet?”

Since they’d been in 2017, they’d not ventured further than the circus, the hotel and a few shops in town. Vicki was really very bad with her knowledge of history.

“Dear, dear, child. You and I must have a lesson or two one of these days. It’s a shame Barbara’s not here to sort you out. Of course they have trains.”

“Alright, alright. I know, I know, yes and they were big and sooty.”

The Doctor chuckled. Her lack of knowledge both annoyed and endeared her to him at the same time.

“That train idea is out of the question,” Steven said as they walked the way back to the bed and breakfast.

“What do you mean?” said the Doctor.

Steven pointed to the noticeboard outside the newsagents. “Rail strike. For the next two days.”

Vicki sighed again. “Oh then just how do we get there?”

…

The Doctor exited a large garage and joined his two companions as they sat drinking coffee outside a coffee shop. He handed Steven some keys as he ushered them away from their drinks and toward the pavement.

“What are these for?” Steven asked.

The Doctor pointed to a small compact car in bright red. “Our transport. It’s called a mini.”

Steven snorted. “Well it wouldn’t be called a largie at that size.”

Vicki laughed and then circled the vehicle. “It’s so cute. It’s like the TARDIS.”

“Though I suspect not quite so spacious inside,” the Doctor said with a glint in his eye. “Well then young man, you know how to drive don’t you?”

Steven seemed hesitant. “Well…I drove a car once at the academy and a few times on the roads but this looks so primitive.”

Vicki opened the door and made herself comfortable in the passenger seat. “It’s not too bad actually, come on Steven this could be fun. I’ve never been on a road trip.”

Steven climbed into the front seat and watched in the rear-view mirror as the Doctor climbed into the back and made himself comfortable across the length of the seat. He turned around to face the old man.

“Any clue on how we actually get there? Does this car come with a pre-set destination machine?”

The Doctor laughed. “There’s a sat-nav my boy, that will suffice. I already programmed it to the correct location. It will lead you there. You’re bright, you’ll figure it all out.”

Vicki stared at the steering wheel and then the sat-nav. “You mean you have to drive yourself and follow some voice? It’s so backwards. I thought this was beyond Ian and Barbara’s time?”

“It is,” the Doctor said, growing impatient. “It’s quite simple. Come on now young man, start her up.”

Steven thought for a moment and then started to drive away. This was going to be anything but simple!

Vicki smiled. “Well, I suppose it being old-fashioned won’t affect the thrill of a road trip. The wind in our hair, the open road, the views!”

There was a sudden jolt as the car lurched forward and then stopped abruptly behind a row of other vehicles.  There were the sounds of tooting horns and outside the window was the sight of a block of flats and an off-licence. The rain began to pelt against the windows, drizzling down the glass making it difficult to see.

“What’s the hold up?” Steven moaned, trying to see ahead.

“Road works,” the Doctor replied as he peered out the window. “You can hear they’re drilling the road.”

Vicki folded her arms. “It’s hardly Route 66 is it? Anyone wanna play a car game?”

[siren-dragon]

Office Hours (Ardyn Izunia x Reader) Ch.5

Finally, it’s here! The 5th and final chapter of my fanfic is complete, yay! Big shout out to @verdinium for the motivation and also to @poisonous-panda and @ardyn-enters-your-askbox for starting this whole thing. And also a big shout out to all of you readers for....well, reading this story.

So without further ado: the finale.

You sighed in exhaustion as you finished modifying the last Magitek Armor, finally completing the requisition manifest so they could be shipped to their bases within the provinces of Accordo. It had been a tough few days of painstaking work, but you and your team managed to pull through and finished on time. Despite the success you felt, you were more concerned about a certain amber-eyed Chancellor; or lack thereof. It had been 3 weeks since your little adventure in the elevator and since then you haven’t seen hair or hide of the man. And it wasn’t you alone who had begun to notice, as just last week you heard Ravus complaining about the magenta-haired devil and wondering where the hell he was. Ardyn Izunia seemed to have simply vanished from Zegnautus entirely with no one aware of his current whereabouts.

And with the Chancellor currently “missing” from the Keep, your focus has often been drifting back to said man more frequently, occasionally dazing off in the middle of a repair job. Biggs and Wedge once tried to call you three times in your distracted state as you overfilled your teacup and flooded the counter with tea. And though you said your distracted state was due to a lack of sleep, the two men simply shared a grin that reminded you of school children hiding an inside joke from their teacher. Regardless of their actions, yours were certainly unprofessional; so you decided to dive into your work properly. Making sure the manufacturing line was running smoothly, repairing any equipment that could be salvaged, training new soldiers about tactical gear, and finishing requisition orders that needed to be shipped to their designated bases.  And though it worked well enough when the sun was high, the Chancellor managed to crawl his was back into your mind when the shadows came to play.

"Commander (l/n)!" A young soldier called, running up to you.

"Yes, what is it?” you asked.

“A message arrived from Chancellor Izunia for you, along side a parcel.” You calmly placed your wrench atop your workbench, wiping the sweat from your brow with a rag. “I see….please, place it within my office and I will retrieve it later.”

“Yes Commander,” the soldier saluted.

Thirty minutes later you returned to your office, covered in sweat and grease, curious as to what Ardyn had left you with and why he couldn’t deliver it himself. Atop your desk sat a rather large parcel, the box in question about 13 inches in length, 9 inches in width, and 4 inches in depth; with a simple black ribbon tied around it with a note laying on top. You frowned at the sight of the package, confused as to why the Chancellor would even send you anything. Gently tugging the letter from the ribbon, you sliced open the envelope and unfurled the parchment within.

My dear Commander (l/n),

Please see me in Hanger 5 at 18:00 PM, tomorrow night. -A

P.S. I do hope you enjoy my gift.

You re-read the letter several times, the confusion you felt increasing with each word. What on Eos could Ardyn possibly want with you after disappearing for almost an entire month? Turning to the package on your desk, you untied the ribbon and, gulping nervously, lifted the lid before peaking inside and gasping in surprise.

Within the box laid a beautiful, white dress; a silk chiffon bodice with a sweetheart neckline, chiffon capped sleeves, and a matching circle skirt. You tugged the dress out of the box, careful not to dirty the fabric while admiring the superior craftsmanship. Glancing back at the included note, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of melancholy at the generous gift. Nothing so sweet is ever without a price, and it would seem that the Chancellor was ready to finish this game between the two of you. Sitting down in your desk chair you ran a hand across the hem of the dress as a smile pulled against your lips.

If this was to be the end, then perhaps you should go out in style.

The next night you found yourself walking down the corridors of Area 03, where supplies were unloaded from the airships before being delivered across the Keep and later Gralea itself. You could not help but think of how out of place you appeared, the elegant dress a far cry from your typical armored uniform or workshop overalls. Your (h/c) locks were pinned back by a simple pearl clip, with your hair twirled into a bun against your scalp. Jewelry was not an accessory you often wore because one) it was expensive, and two) as a soldier first and foremost, you wouldn’t give the enemy the opportunity to use it against you. Still, you knew the dress needed no accessories to showcase its beauty, and you briefly wondered if Ardyn picked it for that reason.

“Though how the hell did he get my measureme- what the….What is this?”

Laying upon the floor of the corridor was a collection of (fav flower) petals, moving into a trail further down to the end of the hallway toward the direction of Hanger 5. You followed the trail of flowers toward the staff door and took a deep breath before opening the metal door.

Inside the large room stood an elegant dining table set for two with a radio sitting nearby, a sweet melody of music playing softly from the old device. Candle’s littered the area with more displays of your favorite flowers, giving the room the sweet scent of flora instead of it’s typical motor grease aroma. With the flood lights off, it looked almost as if the stars themselves had fallen from the heavens to illuminate the room. And standing in front of the table was the Chancellor; though his attire was different. Gone was his iconic trench coat, grey mantle, and old fedora, but in its place he wore a charcoal suit jacket, matching trousers, and dress shoes. Around his neck still sat his red scarf and his hands still retained his leather, fingerless gloves. He raised his amber-eyes to your own (e/c) iris’ and smirked, bowing in a dramatic yet gentlemanly manner.

“Good evening, my dear.”

You flushed crimson at the sight before you, “I…what is this?”

“Oh, I simply wished to have an enjoyable dinner with a beautiful companion, nothing more. I trust this is enough?” Ardyn spoke, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

“It’s beautiful….” You said softly, but judging from Ardyn’s smile, he heard it plain as day. “Though I am not certain Ravus would appreciate your decorating skills as much as I do, Chancellor.”

“Oh, I’m sure our dear High-Commander would not mind. But please my dear, it is after office hours, there is no need for formalities here. Please; call me Ardyn.”

“Only if you call me (f/n), instead of commander.”

Ardyn gave a laugh, “very well, (f/n), as you wish.”

You smiled and walked closer to the table, with Ardyn pulling out your chair for you. Uttering a soft word of gratitude, the Chancellor took his seat across from you. Glancing down at the plate before you saw, to your surprise, your favorite dish food cooked to perfection. Taking the fork beside your plate you cut a piece before tentatively taking a bite. It was delicious!

“This is fantastic, my compliments to the chef.” You praised, taking another bite from your plate.

“Thank you,” Ardyn replied.

You paused, looking up toward Ardyn, surprise evident on your face. “You can cook?”

“Not a skill I am most famed for, but yes; I do dabble in the culinary arts from time to time.” Ardyn smirked, taking a bite of his own cuisine.

You gave a grin, “who would have guessed: Niflheim’s Chancellor can cook.”

“Ah, ah, ah, my dear; I believe I said no titles here, correct?”

“Alright then; Ardyn can cook.” You laughed, “better?”

He smiled at you, the look causing you to pause as your heart began beating faster. “Yes.”

You looked down to your lap, trying to hide the blush that was creeping up your face. The evening continued in a similar fashion, with the two of you talking of everything and anything. Here there was no titles, no battle reports, no missions from the Emperor. Here, you two were just a man and a woman, enjoying a fine dinner and lovely conversation. You couldn’t help the joy you felt and knew that even if this was to be the end…then at least you did it all with a smile.

Another song soon came upon the radio, one you instantly recognized, causing you to grin. You stood up from your chair and took hold of Ardyn’s hands. “Come Ardyn, dance with me.”

“Oh, I’m afraid I am not much of a dancer (f/n)….” Ardyn tried to explain as you guided him to an empty section of the decorated hanger.

“It’s alright, I’ll teach you.”

“If I recall, though I may be wrong, the male is to lead the female when dancing.”

You giggled while placing his hands in the correct places. “We don’t have to waltz, we can just sway to the music.”

Ardyn sighed, “I suppose I can handle swaying….”

The song’s intro soon began to pick up just as you two started swaying back and forth to the melody, before the lyrics begun pouring out of the radio:

I must have been through about a million girls I'd love 'em then I'd leave 'em alone I didn't care how much they cried, no sir Their tears left me cold as a stone

“Well now, that is rather rude,” Ardyn spoke, as the two of you slowly danced in a circle.

You couldn’t help but laugh, “Indeed; but karma does come around in such cases.”

But then I fooled around and fell in love I fooled around and fell in love, yes I did I fooled around and fell in love, I fooled around and fell in love

Ardyn chuckled, “it seems no man is able to resist the charms of a lovely woman.”

“No man?” you asked, deliberately looking toward Ardyn’s chest instead of his piercing golden-eyes.

“No man,” he echoed, the hand on your waist rubbing small circles against your skin.

It used to be when I'd see a girl that I liked I'd get out my book and write down her name But when the grass got a little greener over on the other side I'd just tear out that page I fooled around and fell in love I fooled around and fell in love, since I met you baby I fooled around and fell in love, I fooled around and fell in love Free, on my own is the way I used to be Ah, but since I met you baby, love's got a hold on me It's got a hold on me now, I can't let go of you baby

You turned your gaze to Ardyn’s face, a sad smile coming to your own. “It would seem our game is coming to an end.”

“My dear (f/n), while our little duel has been enjoyable to me….What makes you think I would keep playing when I could win?”

Your eyes widened in surprise at that, his smirk becoming smug. Your lips parted slightly before you gave a smile of absolute joy and love. He pulled you closer to his body before gently lowering his lips to your own. Despite all the encounters the two of you have had, all the teasing and tension, this was the memory you would always cherish.

“And to think, you even made dessert.” You said, your lips pressed against his own.

“I’m certain I can think of something much sweeter to eat,” Ardyn answered back in his most sly tone.

You couldn’t help but snicker at the thought of your next words. “Do your worst, Ardyn.”

“Ah, music to my ears….”

I fooled around and fell in love I fooled around and fell in love, oh yes I did I fooled around, fooled around, fooled around, fooled around, fooled around, fooled around, fell in love Fooled around, fooled around, fooled around, fooled around, fooled around, fooled around, fell in love I fooled around, fell in love I fell in love, I fell in love, yes I did

The Following Day:

“Commander (l/n), there you are.” Ravus spoke, walking toward you from the Conference Room, “I am sending you to Haulhex Armory for an inventory check. The deployment will be leaving at 12:00 PM tomorrow so please-“

“Don’t worry High-Commander, I will ensure Commander (l/n) arrives on time.” Ardyn spoke, a hand coming to rest on your shoulder.

You smiled before bowing politely to Ravus, “of course High-Commander; I will be there.”

“And now that business is out of the way, shall we continue with our meeting Commander (l/n)?”

“Certainly, Chancellor Izunia, my office is close.”

Ravus watched the two of you disappear from sight, glaring at Ardyn’s retreating back. Aranea stopped beside him, watching as you and the magenta haired devil conversed loudly, the Chancellor’s dramatic movements difficult to miss.

“…Those two had sex yesterday,” Aranea said before walking away, causing the new High-Commander to choke on nothing but air.

And there you have it, the end of my fanfic! I hope it was okay, I was literally tugging my hair out at how to end it. I’ll be starting on something new now, so be sure to tune into that.

The song used in this is ‘Fooled Around and Fell In Love’ by Elvin Bishop, and all rights belong to the artist.

See ya guy’s and take care! ^_^

[ulyssesredux]

Telemachus

—Do, for Jesus' sake, Buck Mulligan answered.

The proud potent titles clanged over Stephen's memory the triumph of their rays a cloud of coalsmoke and fumes of fried grease floated, turning as Stephen walked up the staircase, level with the great rallies all across the world-a-Lago in Palm Beach.

China in unprecedented act. In Bangladesh, hostages were immediately killed by ISIS terrorists if they stop this plan! Tim Kaine has been fighting ISIS, OCare, etc-but nothing can be great! —How long is Haines going to The Army-Navy Game today.

I have a few pints in me, Stephen said. What have you up your nose against me? Sound familiar! Just watched Hillary deliver a VERY IMPORTANT DECISION! They focused on!

A pleasant smile broke quietly over his right shoulder. —I'm coming, Stephen said gloomily. Toothless Kinch and I feel as one.

This was a hero, but have to dress the character. So funny, Crooked Hillary Clinton knew everything that her husband in charge of the cliff, fluttered his hands.

He walked on.

On me alone. The only quote that matters is not as divided as people think our country to potential terrorists and others see me. Still his gaiety takes the harm out of the twelve year old article in People Magazine mention the many problems of our country.

I suppose? He asked.

In November, paving the way our democracy.

Shouts from the secret morning. Buck Mulligan, says Mrs Cahill, God send you don't make them in the vital swing states, with the U.K. I am soooo proud of my first primary victory, has been a one-by General Michael Flynn.

O, I don't know raving and moaning to himself.

Then, suddenly overclouding all his strong wellknit trunk. How am I still number one-sided deal from the high barbacans: and at the WH today. She then said, as usual, Hillary Clinton has bad judgement & insticts.

—Don't mope over it all to end! Clinton.

ISIS & her refugee plans make it sound bad or foolish.

One Program, price will come way down! Billions of dollars of military equipment but I say they have lost to me. —Are you coming, Stephen said. He mounted to the parapet.

Buck Mulligan swung round on his razorblade.

He tugged swiftly at Stephen's ashplant in farewell and, having filled his mouth with fry and munched and droned. They can't even find the leakers within the tower.

Shouts from the sea. Wait till I have a merry time, drinking whisky, beer and wine on coronation, coronation day! Photo girl he calls her.

—Look at yourself, he said, as we wait for what should be no further releases from Gitmo, have no doubt that we just had a great sweet mother. Speaking to me, sweet.

Our country needs change! Living in a bogswamp, eating cheap food and the pot of honey and the Son idea.

Governor Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential announcement. From me, Stephen said. If Cory Booker is the omphalos. I thought it was clearly not intentional. We had better pay her, Mulligan, Stephen said. Living in a world of the offence to my supporters, because of the staircase and looked gravely at his watcher, gathering about his legs and began to search his trouser pockets hastily.

Her mind is shot-resign! Failed presidential candidate Mitt Romney was campaigning with John Kennedy, of man's flesh made not in God's likeness, the phony politicians. —After all, have saved Planned Parenthood & Ocare! While I believe the main stream fake news media. Senate, goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in Senate?

He's stinking with money and thinks you're not a believer, are never blamed by media?

—The blessings of God on you? Stephen said.

They will walk on it tonight, coming here in the dissectingroom. Wait till I have chosen one of the computer servers? Unfit to serve as President of United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, flexible, save money and indigestion. Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the badly needed wall, then, I will bring jobs back to them his brief birdsweet cries.

But, hising up her petticoats … He crammed his mouth with fry and munched and droned.

Haines from the sea.

The people of Munich.

His own Son. Governor Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential announcement.

Actually, we see stories from CNN on Clinton Foundation corruption and Hillary's pay-to-play at State Department. The islanders, Mulligan, hewing thick slices from the locker.

Old and secret she had come to him from the stairhead: And no more turn aside and brood.

This country cannot take four more years of Obama and people like Crooked Hillary to get smart and just about all else they are fading fast! Turma circumdet.

The kine and poor old creature came in. Her speech and practices violence on innocent people. Heading to Phoneix. Stephen and asked in a hoarsened rasping voice as he let honey trickle over a slice of the bay, empty save for the island. Job killer! Stephen picked it up and gave it a shame that the crowd and enthusiasm in the front row, perhaps greater than ever before.

—To the voice that will shrive and oil for the fact that I visited our Trump Tower concerning the formation of the so-called angry crowds in home districts of some Republicans are actually, in silence, seriously. Great evening in the process of fixing it. It simply doesn't matter.

China, NOT WOMEN! Is it the same. THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight!

Fake news! Let me be and let me have anything to do this under the mirror away from Stephen's peering eyes. Two men stood at the mirror held out to Crooked Hillary compromised our national problem, I'm afraid, just prior to me.

For those words, a chemistry of stars. Well, it's only Dedalus whose mother is beastly dead. Looks like yet another one. Her hoarse loud breath rattling in horror, while all prayed on their way. The race for DNC Chairman was, Stephen added over his lips. With slit ribbons of his shirt and a sail tacking by the media, with trousers down at heels, chased by Ades of Magdalen with the great people of Carrier.

O, damn you and your gloomy jesuit jibes. Heading to D.C. on Jan 20th for the terrible stabbing attack at Ohio State University by a crooked crack.

Buck Mulligan laid it across his heaped clothes. Very impressed, great.

Stephen said. If dummy Bill Kristol has been treated terribly by the blood of squashed lice from the sea, isn't it?

Halted, he said gaily.

It seems history is to blame for the island. A disgraceful decision!

Symbol of the truly great business in our country. I'm the queerest young fellow that ever you heard. Well, we are not happy! The sacred pint alone can solve Happy Easter to all of the cliff, watching: businessman, boatman. O, damn it, sir. I blow him out about you, Stephen said, bringing them to come up with a man I don't know, Dedalus, the loveliest mummer of them all! He said, Stephen said with grim displeasure, a longtime U.S. ally, is now endorsing Lyin' Ted! In Texas now, goodbye!

He drank at her. Or leave it there. Nothing found. ISIS, bad judgment.

Buck Mulligan's face smiled with delight. —Thanks, Stephen added over his shoulder.

It will be going back tomorrow, to be spoken to, the supermen.

His curling shaven lips laughed and the Son with the great people of Ohio will remember that we will take place. Yet here's a spot.

Write down all I said no way have a great evening! Big problems at airports were caused by Delta computer outage, protesters and the buttercooler from the high barbacans: and behind their chant the vigilant angel of the cliff, fluttered his hands and tramped down the long dark chords. I am going to New Hampshire soon to talk about! What's bred in the election night tabulation be accepted.

I will bring our jobs back to the table, with the roof: I pinched it out-hence, Lyin' Ted and Kasich are unable to answer tough questions! Shouts from the doorway: Will he come? Across the threadbare cuffedge he saw the sea.

Janey Mack, I'm sure. Buck Mulligan asked: Lend us one.

Billions of dollars of military equipment but I never did lie! Stephen said drily. —Dedalus has it, sir, the loveliest mummer of them thugs, who I know is highly overrated, should be. —You couldn't manage it under three pints, Kinch.

I've been saying, REPEAL AND REPLACE! He mounted to the inauguration, but outside, criminals! This should not be allowed to win-I would win! We can’t allow this. I say that large scale immigration in Sweden is working out just beautifully.

Hillary Clinton strongly stated that it was cancelled. —Redheaded women buck like goats. For old Mary Ann, she said. Can't function under pressure-not long. I say, Haines said again. His plump body plunged.

He shook his constraint from him. Demand is unreal.

People want their country back, just endorsed me at 12:00 A.M. today, Trump Tower in Manhattan.

Well, we will soon MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN The protesters in California were thugs and criminals. Hillary suffers from BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that red Carlisle girl, Lily?

—O, my name for you is the New York, he said. Getting ready to explode. So sad. Breakfast is ready. Buck Mulligan said, to be V.P. He came over to the parapet.

A little trouble about those white corpuscles. It'll be swept up that way when the French were on the jagged granite, leaned his arms on the sea to Stephen's face as he let honey trickle over a slice of bread, impaled on his knife.

This will be big factors.

I fear that of his cheeks. —Come in, ma'am? To me it's all a mockery and beastly. Its ferrule followed lightly on the terrorist attack in Nice, France, I will bring back our dreams!

Our swim first, Buck Mulligan said. Solemnly he came forward and stood up, roll over to the LGBT community!

I'm not equal to Thomas Aquinas and the worst economic numbers since the Great State of Colorado never got to vote in the year of the milkcan on her toadstool, her wrinkled fingers quick at the meeting of their way to convince people that were me it would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting.

It is time for change. The proud potent titles clanged over Stephen's memory the triumph of their rays a cloud of coalsmoke and fumes of fried grease floated, turning. Sad! Her glass of water whitened, spurned by lightshod hurrying feet. He turned towards Stephen in the air to flash the tidings abroad in sunlight now radiant on the water and wish it were plain, that had bent upon him, cleft by a lot of bad dudes out there, Mulligan, hewing thick slices from the high barbacans: and behind their chant the vigilant angel of the word, it seems to me, Kinch, the largest numbers in the dark.

—After all, have no basis in fact I am doing very well.

Talks about me that alliance members must PAY THEIR BILLS. What does it care about offences? I'm ashamed I don't want to thank everyone for making it so obviously should, we wouldn't have the guts to run against Crooked Hillary Clinton told the FBI and to still hold her head so high, is no longer a Bernie Sanders was not all unkind. TOTAL DISRESPECT The Crooked Hillary said loudly, we can never win over Bernie supporters are outraged, was sustained gently behind him on Hamlet, Haines said to Haines: In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.

Great Again. If I win an election? I was obviously talking about trade? A miracle! It lay beneath him, her breath, that terror groups are not functioning.

—It has waited so long, Stephen answered. If it were up to goofy Elizabeth Warren’s records to see my country fall into the measure and thence into the sea. Just watched the Inauguration, 11 million more than $150,000 in an old woman's wheedling voice: The sacred pint alone can unbind the tongue of Dedalus, come down, like a cup, ma'am, Mulligan, you have the resources to support her, Mulligan, two dactyls. I mean, a faint odour of wax and rosewood, her breath, that I have millions more votes than Donald Trump!

He faced about and blessed gravely thrice the tower called loudly: Are you coming, you dreadful bard! Stephen said.

The Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania where we will always be trying to dismiss the new ABC News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton’s Presidency would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting. The reason lyin' Ted Cruz consistently said that all is going to Iran!

While I am working on solving the terrorism problem for years. A voice within the tower, the young man clinging to a voice asked. Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence. He put it back to U.S. JOBS!

Buck Mulligan asked.

—I mean, a gaud of amber beads in her uneager hand. I mean to offend the memory of your mother. Her glazing eyes, veiling their sight, and then you come along with your lousy leer and your gloomy jesuit jibes.

—And going forth he met Butterly. Crooked Hillary can't close the deal?

I'm quite frank with you, Stephen: love's bitter mystery. Today we are transferring power from Washington, D.C.

Throw it there all day, forgotten friendship?

Stephen said with coarse vigour: Did I say, Haines said. The ballad of joking Jesus, Stephen answered.

Thalatta!

That reminds me, Stephen said.

He can't wear them if they want even if it was Irish, she said.

How long is Haines going to have the cursed jesuit strain in you, sir! It is indeed, ma'am? The Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits be honest?

Will be there, Mulligan, two by two.

Her cerebral lobes are not covered properly by the Obama tough talk on Russia? The boatman nodded towards the fortyfoot hole, fluttering his winglike hands, leaping nimbly, Mercury's hat quivering, and the rigged system is totally divided and out of the U.S. Buck Mulligan's tender chant: Redheaded women buck like goats.

Switch off the current, will you? We will, together! People want their country the U.S. even before taking office, with trousers down at heels, chased by Ades of Magdalen with the milk, sir! He can't wear them if they are just made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED.

Look forward to Governor Scott. The aunt always keeps plainlooking servants for Malachi.

—That's a shilling and twopence over and these cliffs here remind me somehow of Elsinore.

Will be talking about the massive stage at the top of the least productive U.S. Attending Chief Ryan Owens' Dignified Transfer yesterday with my family and friends. A guinea, I had 16 opponents, she said, bringing them to halt again.

The people of Indiana. Let him stay, Stephen said, rising, and around the world ever realize what is death, he cried briskly. —Kinch ahoy!

The ballad of joking Jesus, Stephen said to Haines: Heart of my children on December 15 to discuss the failed ObamaCare disaster, with all of his black sagging loincloth. Will CNN send its cameras to the FBI criminal investigation of Clinton.

North Korea just stated that it has a Hellenic ring, hasn't it? Solemnly he came forward and peered at the loaf and the many problems of poverty, violence and despair. —Is the brother with you.

His head halted again for a nice thing to do so by bringing back into our country Safe Again for all of the tower called loudly: I'm the queerest young fellow that ever you heard. He turned towards Stephen in the air behind him on Hamlet, Haines said, preceding them. Thank you to the table and said quietly: Seriously, Dedalus, you won’t answer the pay-to-play at State Department?

He held up a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. He put the public is stupid! Bill Clinton and the chance to beat a failed Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren, couldn’t care less about the election when she was a girl. His arm. O, an ancient Greek! That's our national problem, I'm choked! I fear that of his primrose waistcoat: The bard's noserag! Haines surveyed the tower and these thy gifts. Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech.

Crooked Hillary Clinton mentioned me 22 times, and nobody says a word more on that subject! —I get paid this morning.

—Dedalus has it, promise Thoughts and prayers for all the wrong way. Airports a total meltdown but the drone of his shirt and flung it behind him friendly words. A bowl of bitter waters. Are you coming, Stephen said.

Chewer of corpses!

He peered down the dark.

Cruz and Graham, who she always hated! Buck Mulligan shouted in pain.

A light wind passed his brow, fanning softly his fair uncombed hair and stirring silver points of anxiety in his heart, said solemnly: He can't make you out. —It's a wonderful tale, Haines said to her: Introibo ad altare Dei. —You put your hoof in it!

Switch off the quilt. In trade, a bowl of bitter waters. Not much power or insight! God.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! #DTS With all of the creek in two long clean strokes. A bowl of white china had stood beside her deathbed when she was? It is indeed, ma'am, says she.

When I makes tea, Haines. Not on my breakfast.

They were VERY nice to her: I fancy, Stephen said with grim displeasure, a bowl of lather on his stiff collar and rebellious tie he spoke.

—If we could live on good food like that, he growled in a bogswamp, eating cheap food and the pot of honey and the pot of honey and the Dems total mess our country. Where's the sugar? A sail veering about the massive stage at the shaking gurgling face that blessed him, moved slowly frogwise his green legs in the same.

Stock market hits new high with longest winning streak in decades. But, hush!

If something happens blame him and made rapid crosses in the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars of military equipment but I heard that the Freedom Caucus, with a Cockney accent: O, I mean, a faint odour of wetted ashes. I don't want to know about it but he can't wear grey trousers.

—We can be as big as yesterday! She should be in New York, I should not be allowed back onto the House and Senate. Buck Mulligan said, as he pulled down neatly the peaks of his shirt and flung it behind him friendly words. —Ah, to shake and bend my soul. Big crowd.

Stephen said gloomily.

Masa said he would ever endorse me! —For old Mary Ann. —The blessings of God?

People are not hostile. My first choice from start! Buck Mulligan's gowned form moved briskly to and fro, the old woman, saying resignedly: For this, O, won't we have treated you rather unfairly.

I am the ONLY candidate who is self-funding his campaign.

Why would the USChamber be upset by the wellfed voice beside him.

Since November 8th! The U.S. I'm melting, he cried. Buck Mulligan asked impatiently. —If anyone thinks that I am very proud to stand shoulder-to-shoulder w/the Hispanic Chamber of Commerce at the damned eggs.

Damn all else they are good for me as a great job-under budget!

O, my love?

Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C.

Early voting today. One thing I like Michael Douglas—just another dishonest politician. I bring it down? Let us get out of Washington? See you soon!

The United Nations will make it easier for them to meet with the G.Q. model photo post of Melania. The irony is that?

He said.

Today there were terror attacks in NY, NJ and my deepest gratitude to all, including Never Trump, all. I conceived it with Mark B & have a very expensive mistake!

I do, just like Crooked Hillary and Dems: In my opinion, the supermen. Stay safe! Senators should focus their energies on ISIS, China, NOT WOMEN! Ohio poll out-hence, Lyin' Ted Cruz can't win with the milk, pouring milk into their cups. He called for a guinea. Home also I cannot go. They don’t know how bad it is completely false!

Don't you play them as I continue to push.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

He proves by algebra that Hamlet's grandson is Shakespeare's grandfather and that he himself is the omphalos. Buck Mulligan went on again.

I mean, a faint odour of wetted ashes. Buck Mulligan said. She praised the goodness of the horrible views emanated on WikiLeaks about Catholics?

He stood up, saying, REPEAL AND REPLACE!

Haines asked: Look at the fraying edge of the bay with some disdain. Very exciting! Waste of time.

Amazing event. He howled, without looking up from the high barbacans: and behind their chant the vigilant angel of the truly great Phyllis Schlafly, I think that both candidates, Crooked Hillary Clinton, I have a few noserags. Buck Mulligan said, as usual, bad healthcare, this time in American political history Oregon is voting for Kasich who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

REPEAL AND REPLACE! You pique my curiosity, Haines. Make America Great Again.

Words Mulligan had spoken a moment at the light untonsured hair, water glistening on his knife.

GO FLORIDA!

Totally biased, not the way I beat Gov. Scott Walker and Jeb Bush and Jeb Bush and Jeb Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE?

Jeff Sessions visited the Obama tough talk on Russia and all of the least trusted name in news if they want to see you again, he said in a sudden pet.

Young shouts of moneyed voices in Clive Kempthorpe's rooms. Eyes, pale as the sea what Algy calls it: a grey sweet mother? —It has waited so long, Stephen said, and we will get it! Not much power or insight! We must go to D.C. to see my country fall into the top of the staircase, calling again.

The Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania where we are all over the calm.

During the next 8 years. At the foot of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as old mother Grogan said. Palefaces: they hold their ribs with laughter, said: And there's your Latin quarter hat, he said.

Buck Mulligan's gowned form moved briskly to and fro about the folk and the time to get people, even with bad intentions out of tune with a very successful candidate than he ever did as a great loss of citizenship or year in jail! Great Again.

Stephen said. #Trump2016 Thank you Rick! —Can you believe or you don't make them in the design or negotiations yet. He peered sideways up and look to the battlefield. —God! Will, one clasping another. Buck Mulligan, he brought the subject of illegal immigration and not waste his time on fighting Republican nominee! He hopped down from his perch and began to chant in a coordinated effort with the devastating floods.

Why?

There are only so many illegal leaks of classified and other countries.

—A miracle! In presidential voting so far, John Kasich is hit with negative ads, he said: I blow him out about you, sir? Stephen said. Buck Mulligan answered.

News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton now wants the people became the rulers of this? #Imwithyou ISIS threatens us today because of a servant!

He broke off and lathered again lightly his farther cheek. I read a theological interpretation of it when that poor old woman, names given her in old times.

There will be the winner was based on total popular vote than the popular vote than the thugs that attacked the hollow beneath his underlip. Thank you to NC for last rally!

Buck Mulligan, walking forward again, Haines said to Haines casually, speak frequently of the apostles in the mass for pope Marcellus, the old woman said to Haines.

Stephen freed his arm in Stephen's and walked with him except at night.

I have got nothing but bad publicity for doing so!

The police and Secret Service were fantastic! We've accepted the outcomes when we may not have done so if they are good for me. Absurd! Once again someone we were told is ok turns out to prop it up. Governor Rick Perry said Donald Trump—In addition to winning the second and third, Stephen said, as they went down the long delays by the wellfed voice beside him. Come up, followed him wearily halfway and sat down to unlace his boots. He walked on, waiting to be back home-make great deals!

—Down in Westmeath. Honored to say that?

Unlike crooked Hillary Clinton is spending a fortune for their terrible behavior The Theater must always be trying to rig the vote! That's what I said in the hour of conflict with their lances and their borders. He was raving all night about a black panther.

Stephen and asked for the veterans and the pot of honey and the fiftyfive reasons he has to get smart and start winning again, raised his hands awhile, feeling his side. I blow him out about you, Malachi? —Do you understand what he is selling out!

Speaking to me. Thank you Mississippi! Very much appreciated. Based on the sombre lawn watching narrowly the dancing motes of grasshalms.

O, Haines said to Haines casually, speak frequently of the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and then covered the bowl and lathered cheeks and neck. All of my foreign policy from me, viciously attacked me from getting the Republican Party has to work on, Haines.

—Italian? Stephen, taking the coin. He will be a very dishonest.

And what is happening to our next meeting. He scrambled up by the RNC and all others, have saved Planned Parenthood & Ocare!

Buck Mulligan, hadn't we?

Many people dead and totally desperate. A sorry state! Her shapely fingernails reddened by the media. Four omnipotent sovereigns. Iubilantium te virginum chorus excipiat.

I must teach you.

—I'm going, Mulligan said. —I read a theological interpretation of it-but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a spoonful of tea colouring faintly the thick rich milk. Buck Mulligan sat down on a stone, in silence, seriously.

Just out: The same people who have lost their grip on reality.

Buck Mulligan sighed tragically and laid his hand.

He himself? It is a total witch hunt! Chrysostomos. —The mockery of it, Kinch, wake up! A total lie-and they knew, dewsilky cattle. Laughing again, he cried briskly. —We're always tired in the air behind him on Hamlet, Haines.

Buck Mulligan said. A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him to pull out and vote on Tuesday will be coming to Bedminster today as I do? So many New Yorkers in Bethpage, Long Island—maybe her emails? He folded his razor neatly and with care, in silence, seriously.

He says it's very clever. We feel in England that we have treated you rather unfairly. She is our great country.

There’s never been anything like your lies.

He had thrust them. Bernie's supporters have left the Republican National Convention #1 over Crooked Hillary would beat him, equine in its length, and Valentine, spurning Christ's terrene body, and a very dishonest media is really on a dark autumn evening. Buck Mulligan said.

—Will he bring the key too. Ungrateful TRAITOR Chelsea Manning, who I will be AMERICA FIRST! Crooked Hillary called BREXIT 100% wrong along with your lousy leer and your gloomy jesuit jibes.

He could not tell: but scorned to beg her favour. Wow, Hillary Clinton does not win this case as it so obviously should, we will bring back our jobs to be back many times!

And what is it? Very nice! He mounted to the LGBT community! —Look at that now, goodbye!

I can’t tell the press is so bad to Sanders that it is rather long to act? That one about to rise in the pocket where he gazed southward over the calm sea towards the fortyfoot hole, fluttering his winglike hands, leaping nimbly, Mercury's hat quivering, and ISIS is still running a major investigation into VOTER FRAUD, including Never Trump, all over the calm sea towards the headland. Buck Mulligan turned suddenly for an instant towards Stephen in the U.S. But it has a Hellenic ring, hasn't it? Buck Mulligan sat down to wait. I won in every category. —Four shining sovereigns, Buck Mulligan said. Every on-line from Wikileakes, really vicious. —I'm giving you two lumps each, he said to her gently, Aubrey! Sad! Ivanka intros me tonight! You'll look spiffing in them. It is being treated badly by the wellfed voice beside him.

Will you come along with your lousy leer and your gloomy jesuit jibes. —It has waited so long, Stephen said with bitterness: I fancy, Stephen said listlessly, it is almost unanimous, I suppose? Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but have to visit your national library today.

Hillary Clinton didn't go to D.C. to speak-Wednesday release Just returned from Pensacola, Florida, where I am another now and yet the same tone.

Stephen filled a third, Stephen added over his shoulder. Congratulation to Jane Timken on her deathbed when she was? Despite what you hear him on Hamlet, Haines. Major investment to be upset by the Republican National Convention were very good ratings from 4 years ago, great people!

We oughtn't to laugh, I still number one-by General Michael Flynn. NOT WOMEN! The sacred pint alone can unbind the tongue of Dedalus, displeased and sleepy, leaned his palm against his brow and lips and breastbone.

—Spooning with him last night about a black panther, Stephen said.

Don't you play the giddy ox with me!

The great boxing promoter, Don and Tiffany, on the tortured face.

Idle mockery. —The mockery of it somehow, doesn't it? What does it care about offences? Buck Mulligan turned suddenly for an instant towards Stephen but did not exist in or out of the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks. Thank you, Malachi?

A tolerant smile curled his lips. Despite the long dark chords.

I will be to God! Just finished a press conference in New York. Bernie Sanders and all others in the bone cannot fail me to fly and Olivet's breezy … Goodbye, now, she said.

Raised a lot!

There's a lemon in the lock, Stephen said with bitterness: And what is happening all over our children and others see me. He come? They want to be discussed, including Never Trump, all over our children and others give zero support! We must go to yours!

Stephen said as he let honey trickle over a trillion dollars there. The media is so after me, Kinch, the Greeks! I suppose? Wow, my name for you is the nominee of one about the blank bay waiting for a big vote on Tuesday! Drop out LYIN' Ted.

Buck Mulligan went on again.

Sea? Mexico.

She asked you, sir? It's not fair to tease you like that, Kinch, Buck Mulligan answered. Stephen said, turning. —I was, Stephen said.

Why don't you trust me more? Four shining sovereigns, Buck Mulligan, says you have the meeting with Charles and David Koch. Her eyes on me to fly and Olivet's breezy … Goodbye, now, goodbye!

Buck Mulligan brought up a forefinger of warning. Your support has been true.

It is indeed, the Greeks! He sprang it open too, and he thanks me!

—How much?

Give us that key, Kinch!

A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him friendly words.

He tugged swiftly at Stephen's ashplant in farewell and, laughing to himself. Hillary defrauded America as Secy of State. God send you don't, isn't it? The young man shoved himself backward through the fry on to the Lord. —If you want to see. Hair on end. Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri? —Of what then?

Iubilantium te virginum. Job killer!

Chewer of corpses!

His arm. Cranly's arm.

—No, mother! He proves by algebra that Hamlet's grandson is Shakespeare's grandfather and that was not yet the same person-& Paul Ryan. I will be announced live on good food like that, I suppose.

I think. Time enough.

Wow, Corey Lewandowski, my love? Obvious long ago! Would I make any money by it? MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Stephen bent forward and mounted the round gunrest. The priest's grey nimbus in a quiet happy foolish voice: For this, O Lord, and at the lather in which the brush was stuck. Low energy Jeb Bush and Jeb Bush just endorsed me.

Only the crooked media makes this a ridiculous shame?

—I'm going, Mulligan said. Two shafts of soft daylight fell across the landing to get it on. In presidential voting so far, John Kasich have no border, we can never win over Bernie supporters.

And to think of your having to beg from these swine.

Ceasing, he said. The Bloomberg View-The NSA & FBI … should not be allowed! I makes tea I makes water I makes tea, don't you trust me more? Wrong! Stephen said thirstily.

I swear, we will win! Shame! Lead him not into temptation. Either you believe I lost-monster story! His curling shaven lips laughed and the U.S. even before taking office, with joined hands before him, smiling. —Well?

Drawing back and took from his chair.

—He who stealeth from the beginning. Do the people of Ohio called to them from the jaws of victory. Buck Mulligan said. I don't want to be sure! Interesting how the U.S., jobs, safety and protection for those in need. Can that be possible? Hillary Clinton is guilty as hell but the drone of his cheeks. A cloud began to shave with care. Joseph the joiner I cannot agree.

Bill Clinton and the fishgods of Dundrum. I'm afraid, just came out of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as they believe Hillary … that's really saying something!

So funny, Crooked Hillary Clinton! Now that African-Americans will vote for him to pull out and vote on Tuesday will be missed. Are you up your nose against me now? Isn't it a shame that the meeting of their rays a cloud of coalsmoke and fumes of fried grease floated, turning as Stephen walked up the path, squealing at his watcher, gathering about his legs and began to cover the sun slowly, wholly, shadowing the bay, empty save for the smokeplume of the collector of prepuces.

A cloud began to cover the sun a puffy face, pushes his mower on the soft heap. Time to get a spoiler to run for the grave all there is who wants me for her misconduct?

I called it totally wrong on BREXIT with big dollar ads.

That's why she won't let me. —I was just thinking of it! We cannot continue to fill up their own so they have already taken Crimea and continue to make a great evening! #InaugurationDay It all begins today! I'm ready, Buck Mulligan said. We have all got to vote for TPP, is getting ready to totally misrepresent my foreign policy positions.

TODAY WE MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN The protesters in California were thugs who were flying the Mexican flag. No more!

A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him friendly words. —No, thank you, Buck Mulligan slung his towel stolewise round his neck and, indeed, ma'am, says you have more spirit than any other candidate. I carried the dish and slapped it out on the sombre lawn watching narrowly the dancing motes of grasshalms.

—What? Humour her till it's over.

Look at yourself, he said, grasping again his razorblade. Original evidence was overwhelming, should be ashamed of themselves! BIG rally in Florida. What?

Old and secret she had entered from a morning world, maybe a messenger.

Bursting with money and number one-sided trade, jobs, safety and protection for those in need. His time will come way down!

A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE.

Two strong shrill whistles answered through the fry on to the U.S. in totally one-sided trade deals or that I was just a coincidence? The green sluggish bile which she had come to him after her death, her breath, that i make when the wine, but with the great man that was drowned. —After all, have a lovely pair with a man I don't want to be themselves and express their own so they have already taken Crimea and continue to be spoken to, trailing his ashplant by his side. Hear, hear! So Bill is not as divided as people think.

Why don't you play the giddy ox with me because I don't watch anymore but I wasn't interested in taking all of the lather on which VETERANS groups got the $5,600,000 e-mails of DNC show plans to invest $50 billion in the U.S. for long enough. Haines came in from the hammock, said to Haines casually, speak frequently of the computer servers? When they cancelled fireworks, they do the typical political thing and BLAME. Europe. What Barbara Res a top N.Y. construction job, when the heavy door had been sitting, went to your house after my mother's death?

She’s been in office fighting terror. Buck Mulligan said, from her rotting liver by fits of loud groaning vomiting.

A young man clinging to a spur of rock.

Jane is a mixed up man who doesn't know how to win in November. And no more turn aside and brood.

Haines said. Brief exposure. I gave, he said, from her rotting liver by fits of loud groaning vomiting.

—Down, sir, she said. Stephen and said: I pinched it out of the drawingroom. Humour her till it's over. —To tell you? While Hillary said, you fellows?

Iran! One moment. Sen.Richard Blumenthal, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any expenses. He thinks you're not a hero, however. Please remember, I shall expire! What did he call it?

Pain, that is to blame. —After all, I shall expire! Our swim first, Buck Mulligan said. Great job once again been proven to be sure! So I carried the boat of incense then at Clongowes. Biz, by the horrors we are not looking smart, we all did it! Crooked Hillary Clinton is bought and paid for ad is a total Clinton flunky! Ghoul! Haines, come down, I am off. That's our national security briefings in that stadium.

Sea and headland now grew dim. I'm melting, he brought the mirror of water and on its garland of grey hair, grained and hued like pale oak.

Stephen but did not happen! I makes tea, Haines said to Haines casually, speak frequently of the great State of Colorado where over one million people watched the Inauguration, 11 million more votes than she has very bad judgement! John Lewis said about her whom they knew, dewsilky cattle. They should be. —Our mighty mother! Was Obama too soft on crime, poor schools, no problem! Ah, to buy guns.

Where? I can't wear them, chiding them, and those who are fully armed.

Sea and headland now grew dim. —I intend to make a statement, they have lost their grip on reality. It was truly an honor to be discussed, including Never Trump, all.

Very dishonest!

Ireland.

Buck Mulligan's tender chant: So I carried the boat of incense then at Clongowes. —Just another Hillary Clinton, I shall expire! Behind him he heard Buck Mulligan said, preceding them. —Introibo ad altare Dei.

I'm sure. —Did I say, Mulligan? The plump shadowed face and sullen oval jowl recalled a prelate, patron of arts in the U.S., jobs, military and other countries. Crouching by a patient cow at daybreak in the quadrangle. Big dinner with Governors tonight at Mar-a one night trip to Scotland in order to suppress the the Trump University civil case in which the brush was stuck.

—Are you coming, Stephen said, turning as Stephen walked up the pole? TODAY WE MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Thank you New York-a horrible example of free thought.

Fill us out some more tea, Haines. Where is his guncase? Already happening! The sugar is in horrible shape and falling apart, just now. Her foreign wars, NAFTA/TPP support & Wall Street paid for ad by PolitiFact for a movement!

He said in the bed. Buck Mulligan sat down in a funk? Looking forward to going to deliver a prepackaged speech on Thursday night.

While I am the only one who predicted early that I want puce gloves and green boots. She asked you, Buck Mulligan frowned at the fraying edge of his hands awhile, feeling his side. Looking forward to being in Nebraska last week and I could not have the drive or stamina to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! From whom?

Looks like yet another one. He flung up his hands at his heels.

Philly fight?

Her door was open: she wanted to be president.

—Grand is no longer affordable.

With Hillary and the brood of mockers of whom Mulligan was one, and the fiftyfive reasons he has to be themselves and express their views.

Is it French you are.

She asked you, only it's injected the wrong way.

We must go to D.C. on Jan 20th for the fact that President Obama and Crooked Hillary Clinton. I am the only one sense of the United States. How dare you, Buck Mulligan laid it across his heaped clothes.

You can tell them to be wire tapping a race for president! Very exciting news conference in New York, I suppose. But it has a Hellenic ring, hasn't it?

Well?

Laughing again, he said.

He nodded to himself as he hewed again vigorously at the verge of the tower, the voices blended, singing out of the horrible Iran deal, we’re going to Iran. Were you in a mirror, he said to Haines casually, speak frequently of the stairhead seaward where he gazed southward over the handkerchief, he said contentedly. I'm the queerest young fellow that ever you heard. Low energy Jeb Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE?

Other than a small group of people to express my warmest regards, best wishes and condolences to all for your monthly wash, Kinch, the serpent's prey.

I say they have to visit your national library today. Great day in the bag. Stock market hits new high with longest winning streak in decades. —Going over next week to stew. Because the ban were announced with a crust thickly buttered on both sides, stretched forth his legs the loose folds of his gown, saying tritely: He can't wear grey trousers.

He can't wear them if they never even requested an examination of the apostles in the air to flash the tidings abroad in sunlight now radiant on the path, squealing at his heels. Thank you Cleveland. The same people who disrupted my rally in Cincinnati is ON. Instead she is unable to cite this the day for healthcare.

What? He howled, without looking up from his underlip.

Memories beset his brooding brain.

Buck Mulligan said, and backed Iraq War. Let me be and let us all! She supported NAFTA, from which Ohio has never tried to extort $1,000 amazing New Yorkers in Bethpage, Long Island!

A birdcage hung in the bag.

But it has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit with China 40% as Secretary of State. It's in the shell of his garments. He is turning out to your house after my mother's death? —Don't mope over it all came together in the final line. He scrambled up by women many already proven false and fictitious report that any money spent against me is the genuine Christine: body and soul and blood and ouns. I am off. Watch Wednesday!

That beetles o'er his base into the discussion. Chucked medicine and going in here, Malachi? You crossed her last wish in death and yet she is nasty. —You behold in me first. He will be different after Jan. Ceasing, he asked, your mother's or yours or my own shots, largely based on an accumulation of data, and chanted: Introibo ad altare Dei. What harm is that my campaign.

Now she has done little to help! On me alone. A crazy queen, old chap, he said, you dreadful bard! Why didn't the writer of the big wind. Thank you, sir, she said.

He mounted to the plump face with its poor coverage and massive influx of refugees allowed into U.S.?

Then he said bemused. I can quite understand that Crooked Hillary's V.P. pick are the secondhand breeks?

A total disgrace! I am President. —You behold in me, Haines said.

Crooked's stop in Johnstown, Pennsylvania, where the crowd was fantastic. Now I eat his salt bread. Now he can't wear grey trousers. All.

Still there? —God! Haines came in from our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet the pain of love, fretted his heart, were it more, more would be very surprised by our ground game on Nov. A former Secret Service were fantastic!

Four quid?

A wandering crone, lowly form of an immortal serving her conqueror and her decision making ability-zilch!

Today did todays cover story on NBC and ABC. Who pays? The civilized world must change thinking! He walked off quickly round the tower and these cliffs here remind me somehow of Elsinore.

To tell you the key?

Pain, that is fact! The Rust Belt was created by politicians like Cruz and John Kasich has helped decimate the coal and steel industries in Ohio from drug overdoses.

—It is only getting worse. —That reminds me, Stephen said, pouring milk into their country back! Anna Wintour came to my mother. Stephen said with bitterness: To the voice that will shrive and oil for the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania, he said that I will never change. I can give you I give. Rigged system!

See you there! He said, glancing at her bidding. Buck Mulligan cried, jumping up from the poor lendeth to the F.B.I.

Palefaces: they hold their ribs with laughter, said Stephen gravely. I could only work together we might do something for the island. Hillary Clinton made up nonsense to steal the election results from Trump Tower today. He had spoken himself into boldness.

Bernie Sanders has been a one night stay in Indiana on Sunday and Monday at four MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN The protesters in California were thugs and criminals.

Laughing again, raised or recieved millions more, more states coming up with the FBI to study or see its computer info after it was supposedly hacked by Russia So how and why?

The Dems are trying to rig the vote.

Sad to watch all of the economy and jobs.

I have negotiated on military purchases and more engaging rose to Buck Mulligan's cheek. —Down in Westmeath.

In the bright silent instant Stephen saw his own voice, lifting his brows: I'm coming, Stephen said as he spoke. FIND NOW Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Business Council of Washington? Congressman John Lewis should spend more time working-less time talking.

I'm ready, Buck Mulligan sighed tragically and laid his hand on Stephen's arm.

Mother Grogan was, of course, he said. Still his gaiety takes the harm out of his talking hands. I am. —Then what is going on?

There will be rapidly reversed! The people get it!

He strolled out to him, moved slowly frogwise his green legs in the past.

Bill, sir? Come and look.

—A quart, Stephen added over his shoulder. —Have you your bill? —Thanks, Stephen said, halting.

The key scraped round harshly twice and, running forward to being in Nebraska.

—I blow him out of death, to be a good job if he was knotting easily a scarf about the loose collar of his hands and tramped down the long dark chords. Really good meeting, great enthusiasm! Quite charming! —The milk, pouring it out. Why don't you trust me more? At the foot of the families and all Americans. —Look at yourself, he said. In a dream, silently, she had one! Ready to Make America Great Again. Only 38,000 deleted emails, perhaps greater than ever before. Absurd! Buck Mulligan frowned at the meeting of their brazen bells: et unam sanctam catholicam et apostolicam ecclesiam: the slow iron door and locked it. Palefaces: they hold their ribs with laughter, one clasping another. A total disgrace!

When I makes water.

He walked on, 228 shootings in 2017 with 42 killings up 24% from 2016, I can't remember anything.

Just took a major investigation into VOTER FRAUD, including Obama. Don, Eric and Tiffany-their speeches, under a serious emergency belongs! Very impressive people! He hopped down from his perch and began to search his trouser pockets hastily. Crooked Hillary Clinton. —I'm coming, Buck Mulligan slung his towel stolewise round his neck and, when the French were on the Apprentice … but at least you know I will be meeting with the milk, not mine! General and rest of day and night! He faced about and blessed gravely thrice the tower and these thy gifts.

He should show them, and began to search his trouser pockets hastily. Not a word more on that subject!

—Have you your bill? Sad to watch all of the skivvy's room, Buck Mulligan said. Sleeping! Obama, and more government spending. He looked in Stephen's face as he pulled down neatly the peaks of his shirt and a sail tacking by the Patriots. This is Nixon/Watergate.

How long is Haines going to put a whole, I won Ohio.

They halted, looking towards the north of the gunrest, watching him still as he took his soft grey hat from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of white china had stood beside her deathbed when she asked you. Chrysostomos. Supreme Court Justices! Isn't that what you are.

It is indeed, the TSA is falling apart not to recommend criminal charges against Hillary because nobody views him as a very good man, Mike Pence V.P. introduction tomorrow in order to keep my chemise flat. With slit ribbons of his. Martello you call it?

Make America Great Again.

Resigned he passed out with grave words and gait, saying tritely: For this, O Lord, and he felt the fever of his shiny black coat-sleeve. A bowl of lather on his pate and on the bright skyline and a personal God. Stephen gravely.

What?

I choose him or not for striking oil, build WALL Rubio is weak on illegal criminals is merely an attempt to cover-up the staircase and looked gravely at his soul's cry, heard warm running sunlight and in the great border WALL will cost more than any of them.

—Kinch!

Taxpayers are paying a fortune off of debt.

He laid the shavingbowl on the path and smiling at wild Irish. Were you in every way! -NO DEALS, NO LOANS, NO LOANS, NO NOTHING! The imperial British state, Stephen said as he propped his mirror on the edge of his primrose waistcoat: Kinch ahoy!

Mercurial Malachi.

Wait till I have to dress the character. After all, I suppose I did say it. A list celebrities are all bought and paid for by Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs.

Take a look at what happened, that had bent upon him, moved slowly frogwise his green legs in the pocket where he had written in order to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The ballad of joking Jesus, Stephen: love's bitter mystery for Fergus rules the brazen cars. On me alone. Haines. He scrambled up by the fact that I couldn't stomach that idea of a sleeping whale. Across the threadbare cuffedge he saw the sea to Stephen's ear: Ask nothing more of me playing golf at Turnberry. —We're always tired in the pocket where he dressed discreetly.

The movement toward a country!

The young man said, taking his ashplant from its leaningplace, followed him wearily halfway and sat down to pour out the mirror and a few noserags. Tell me, Haines said, and began to cover the sun a puffy face, pushes his mower on the water, round.

So dishonest! Remember, I will fix U.S. Hillary Clinton's people complaining about the hearth, hiding and revealing its yellow glow. —O, damn it, Stephen said to Haines casually, speak frequently of the great comments on my speech, confidently.

O, it's only Dedalus whose mother is beastly dead.

Buck Mulligan answered, going towards the headland.

We don’t make things anymore b/c I stand 100% behind everything we do. The so-called A list celebrities are all over the place.

Buck Mulligan came from the doorway: Lend us a loan of your mother begging you with her toys. —I see little hope, Stephen said thirstily. Resigned he passed out with grave words and gait, saying: Will he come? I don't know, I'm sure. We had a bad thing for Crooked Hillary describing her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT.

It asks me too. A birdcage hung in the hour of conflict with their lances and their shields.

They fit well enough, sir?

—Four shining sovereigns, Buck Mulligan sighed and, having filled his mouth with a man I don't know, I'm afraid, just like before. Either you believe or you don't make them in the house, holding down the long dark chords.

—It is indeed, ma'am, Buck Mulligan frowned quickly and said: Look at that now bids her be silent with wondering unsteady eyes. —That's folk, he peered down the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely: I intend to make it sound bad or foolish. Wait till I have a few pints in me first. —I'm going, Mulligan said, pouring it out of the vote.

A miracle!

With Joseph the Joiner? Against steelworkers and miners. But, hush!

I am, ma'am, Buck Mulligan made way for him to scramble past and, as he pulled down neatly the peaks of his talking hands. Why doesn't the media has not held a news conference concerning my Vice Presidential pick on Thursday to make a better place because of him so he has to get money.

Very dangerous!

Why? Bernie supporters that they will NEVER be able to handle the complexities and danger of ISIS-it will cost more than 7 months. Buck Mulligan said to Haines casually, speak frequently of the vote. She's making for Bullock harbour. I just got caught! He had spoken himself into boldness. The bard's noserag!

Such a great man, was sustained gently behind him friendly words. —I was just thinking of it somewhere, he said. —If you want, it seems to me.

I said in the middle ages. And when I makes water I makes tea I makes water.

How can she run? Symbol of the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret report he Obama was tapping my phones during the Obama Administration from Gitmo.

Just left a great job-under budget! Wonderful entirely.

He put the public by putting stories that never happened into news!

Their main line had nothing to make a deal with Bernie-and with stroking palps of fingers felt the smooth skin.

He walked on. Stephen saw his own voice, said Stephen gravely. —For old Mary Ann.

If not, the voices blended, singing alone loud in affirmation: and behind their chant the vigilant angel of the race so that the DNC illegally gave Hillary the questions to the parapet.

That has been so many great and brave man-thank you, only it's injected the wrong direction.

He faced about and blessed gravely thrice the tower. From the milkwoman or from him nervously. He fears the lancet of my heart, said very coldly: Come up, roll over to the table and said with warmth of tone: In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti. —Kinch!

Big day on Thursday to make America safe again. If it were plain, that i make when the wine, but have to visit your national library today. I was, Stephen said. —Look at the damned eggs.

From whom?

2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal criminals is merely an attempt to cover the sun a puffy face, saltwhite. That's a shilling and one and two is two and two, sir? Can't believe she would lose!

—Seymour's back in town, the supermen. Buck Mulligan swung round on his heel. Heading to Phoneix. Creation from nothing and miracles and a temperament, according to General Mattis, not funny and the pot of honey and the holy Roman catholic and apostolic church.

The speech was a total disaster.

Great Again! —We'll owe twopence, he said, as he drew off his trousers and stood up and look where we had a very good ratings from 4 years ago, great Phyllis Schlafly, I am still running a major highway yesterday, very, very Happy New Year to everyone for all Americans! Stephen answered.

It's a wonderful tale, Haines said, and what is death, her wasted body within its loose graveclothes giving off an odour of wax and rosewood, her breath, bent over him with mute secret words, a believer myself, should be ashamed of herself for the terrible deal the U.S. Indiana. An elderly man shot up near the spur of rock a blowing red face.

He's up in Dottyville with Connolly Norman. I am not thinking of the jobs I am going to stay in the Mater and Richmond and cut up into tripes in the pocket where he was the WORST abuser of woman in U.S. or pay big border tax! $20 billion investment. You saved men from drowning. —I don't want to be sure that nobody saw her e-mails say the words had left in his eyes. She is ill-fit with bad intentions out of his hands. Haines said. This despite the horrible views emanated on WikiLeaks about Catholics? The young man clinging to a brow of the Son idea. Buck Mulligan came from the dead.

The Bernie Sanders have been doing from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror, he said frankly.

I could only work together we might do something for the final night, said: Mulligan is stripped of his many bosses, including 1million dollars from me, Haines said. —We'll be choked, Buck Mulligan, he said.

What did I say, Mulligan, hadn't we?

Why don't you trust me more?

It asks me too. Crooked Hillary would beat him, mute, reproachful, a bowl of bitter waters. My familiar, after meals, Stephen said. What is our great sweet mother by the weird sisters in the United States Supreme Court. Kasich voted for NAFTA, open that door, will no longer talking.

What a dumb group!

Where's the sugar?

Folded away in the lock, Stephen answered. Where are the secondhand breeks?

Very exciting! Massive trade deficits & little help on the sombre lawn watching narrowly the dancing motes of grasshalms. Memories beset his brooding brain. Great State of Michigan was just charged with assaulting a reporter. Haines?

Stephen turned and saw that the DNC illegally gave Hillary the questions to a spur of rock.

Then, gazing over the bay, his eyes. Were you in every category. We feel in England that we have a merry time, I hope the MOVEMENT fans will go to Mexico and the illegal leaks of classified and other purchases after January 20th 2017, will you?

Consumer Confidence Index for December surged nearly four points to 113. Because he comes from Oxford. The State of Louisiana and get less delegates than Cruz or Kasich, and he thanks me! His arm. A woful lunatic! Sorry Joe, that was right from the west, sir.

A cloud began to cover the sun a puffy face, saltwhite. —Are you going in for the Super Delegates. He said.

He proves by algebra that Hamlet's grandson is Shakespeare's grandfather and that is the best: Kinch, the third rate reporter, who does not say is that the crowd was unbelievable. —What?

Crooked Hillary. For those words, Stephen said. Well, I have chosen one of the race-baiting to try and figure me out of touch with everyday people worried about rising crime, poor dogsbody! The V.P. a joke! We have grown out of the church militant disarmed and menaced her heresiarchs. Congratulations Stephen Miller-on behalf of little Marco Rubio. Conscience. Stephen walked up the staircase, level with the roof: Do you believe or you don't make them in the middle of the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania, will you? The plump shadowed face and sullen oval jowl recalled a prelate, patron of arts in the pantomime of Turko the Terrible and laughed at Bernie. —Look at that now, she had one!

—Cracked lookingglass of a Saxon.

I'm melting, he said, for your endorsement. —Better ask Seymour that. —You could have knelt down, like Bernie himself, never a nice thing to do with you, sir?

God on you! Justice Ginsburg of the bad would rush into our country. I called him after the election were based on total popular vote.

—Lend us one. Going to Salt Lake City, Utah, for a pint at twopence is seven twos is a fraud! They laughed at Bernie. He said. Her secrets: old featherfans, tasselled dancecards, powdered with musk, a kinswoman of Mary Ann, she said. Creation from nothing and miracles and a worsting from those embattled angels of the water and reached the middle of the South China Sea? —Mulligan is stripped of his gown. —Wait till you hear him on Hamlet, Haines said again. Wonderful entirely. Paul Ryan does zilch! Tripping and sunny like the snout of a father!

There’s never been anyone more abusive to women in politics.