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the detective & the dark knight | chapter 4

Summary: Detective Marie Manning, investigating a series of brutal m*rders in Gotham, crosses paths with the mysterious Batman. As they work together, their mutual respect turns into a deep, passionate bond. Amidst danger and corruption, their unlikely partnership evolves into a profound love, forever changing their lives in Gotham’s dark corners.

Pairing: Batman/Bruce Wayne x f! main character

Author’s note: Prepare for soft Bruce getting in his feels over Marie. They go on a date, Marie overthinks their relationship (bestie needs to chill), and she nearly gives Batman a heart attack when she puts herself in danger. This is my favorite chapter so far!

Word count: 6k

Warnings/tags: mentions of murder, mentions of police bribes, fighting

Marie’s apartment was bathed in the golden glow of early evening as she moved through the space, nerves buzzing under her skin. She adjusted a stack of case files on her coffee table, then glanced at her reflection in the window. Her satin dress shimmered in the light, and her long, dark hair framed her face in soft waves. She felt vulnerable in a way that had nothing to do with her career or the streets of Gotham.

A sharp buzz from the doorbell made her jump, and she nearly upset the precarious pile of files. Taking a steadying breath, she made her way to the door and opened it.

Bruce Wayne stood there, effortlessly polished in a dark suit and overcoat. He held a bouquet of tulips in one hand and a warm smile that made her stomach flip.

“These are for you,” he said, his voice rich and easy, with just a hint of something playful.

Marie blinked, caught off guard by the gesture. “Oh,” she said, then quickly recovered. “Thank you, Bruce. They’re beautiful.” She stepped aside. “Come on in.”

Bruce handed her the flowers and stepped into the apartment, his sharp gaze sweeping the space. His lips quirked into a smile when he spotted her tabby cat sprawled across a pile of case files.

“Nice setup,” he remarked, nodding toward the feline. “Your assistant looks very committed to the job.”

Marie laughed, setting the tulips in a vase she’d grabbed from the kitchen counter. “Marbles? He’s more of a supervisor. Mostly sleeps on the job and occasionally demands payment in tuna.” She glanced over her shoulder. “Though he seems to like you. That’s rare.”

Marbles had sauntered up to Bruce and was now weaving between his legs, purring loudly. Bruce bent down, giving the cat an obliging scratch behind the ears. “What can I say? Animals and I have a thing.”

Marie smirked as she adjusted the tulips. “If Marbles approves, you must be okay.”

Bruce straightened, his expression light but his eyes intent. “Glad to know I’ve passed the test.”

Marie grabbed her coat, sliding it on. “So, what’s the plan for tonight?”

Bruce opened the door for her, stepping aside to let her pass. “Quiet dinner at this little Italian spot I like. Great pasta, cozy vibe—not too fancy.”

As they stepped into the hallway, he added, “Any allergies I should know about? Gluten? Shellfish?”

Marie shot him a sly grin as she walked ahead. “Just one—dull conversation.”

Bruce laughed, catching up to her. “Noted. Guess I’ll have to bring my A-game tonight.”

Marie turned slightly, looking at him with mock seriousness as she locked the door. “Good, because my standards are sky-high, Wayne. Don’t disappoint me.”

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The restaurant was a world away from the chaos of Gotham. Low, warm lighting cast shadows over brick walls, and the murmur of soft jazz and clinking glasses filled the intimate space. Their table sat tucked into a quiet corner, a candle flickering between them.

“This is nice,” Marie said as she glanced around. “Very not-Gotham.”

Bruce poured her a glass of wine, his movements unhurried. “Sometimes, you need to leave the noise behind.” He raised his glass. “To new beginnings and quieter nights.”

Marie clinked her glass against his, her smile soft. “I’ll drink to that.”

They sipped in companionable silence for a moment before Bruce leaned back, studying her with quiet curiosity. “So, Detective Manning, what made you want to become a cop?”

Marie blinked at him, a flicker of amusement crossing her face. “Wow, coming in hot with the deep stuff, huh? No small talk, like—what’s your favorite pizza topping?’”

Bruce smirked, unfazed. “Hey, you’re the one who said you don’t like boring conversations. Might as well go straight for the meaningful questions.”

Marie shook her head, a soft laugh escaping her. “Alright, fair enough. But you asked for it.” She took a moment, her expression shifting to something more reflective. “It was my dad, actually. He was a detective. The best one I knew.”

Bruce leaned forward slightly, listening intently.

Marie smiled softly. “He was everything I wanted to be—brave, dedicated... a little stubborn.”

She glanced at Bruce, her smirk teasing. “Okay, very stubborn.”

Bruce laughed, the sound warm and genuine.

Marie’s smile lingered for a moment before it faded. Her tone softened as she said, “He loved his job, even when it took everything out of him.” She hesitated, then added quietly, “He was killed on the job when I was twelve.”

Bruce’s expression softened, his voice low. “I’m sorry, Marie.”

She shrugged, though her eyes glimmered with emotion. “It’s been a long time, but... it sticks with you, you know? He used to say the badge was more than just a job; it was a way to leave Gotham a little better than you found it. That stuck with me, too.”

Marie hesitated, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Whenever I feel like this city is just a lost cause—a shithole too far gone—I think about his grit, his determination. He didn’t quit, no matter how bad things got. So, I don’t either.”

Bruce didn’t respond right away, though her words settled heavily in his chest. He knew that feeling all too well—the constant battle against hopelessness and the drive to keep fighting anyway. It resonated deeply, more than he could say.

Bruce nodded instead, his respect for her deepening. “Sounds like he’d be proud of you. You’re doing exactly what he believed in.”

Marie glanced at him, her smile flickering back. “Thanks.”

A few beats of silence passed before she laughed softly. “Wow, I didn’t think we’d be diving into my dead dad before we’d even ordered an appetizer.”

Bruce chuckled, the weight of the moment easing.

He leaned forward, a playful glint in his eye. “Your turn. Ask me something.”

Marie grinned, leaning back. “Okay, billionaire. What do you do for fun? And I mean real fun, not hosting galas or shaking hands with politicians.”

Bruce chuckled, feigning shock. “You mean there’s more to life than schmoozing with Gotham’s elite?”

“Call me crazy,” she said, her lips curving. “But yeah.”

He considered her question, swirling his wine. “I like to stay active—boxing, running, anything that clears the head. I also dabble in adrenaline-pumping activities.”

Marie raised an eyebrow. “Adrenaline junkie, huh? That’s a dangerous game.”

Bruce’s smile turned enigmatic. “Life’s more interesting when you take a few risks.”

She laughed, reaching for her fork as their entrees arrived. “I’ll take your word for it. My job already provides enough adrenaline for a lifetime.”

“So, Marie,” Bruce said, leaning back in the booth and casually draping his arm along the backrest behind her. The movement was natural, almost imperceptible, but the subtle warmth of his arm so close to her sent a jolt through her senses. She had to refocus as he continued, swirling his glass casually, “tell me about your first days on the force. I bet they were something.”

Marie chuckled, though her expression shifted as she thought back. “Oh, they were something, all right. My first big case was a robbery-turned-shooting. I remember stepping over blood and broken glass, thinking, ‘This is not what they trained us for in the academy.’”

Bruce tilted his head slightly, his fingers brushing the back of the booth just a fraction closer to her shoulder. “Trial by fire.”

“Pretty much,” she said with a wry smile. “But the real wake-up call? A few months in, I was chasing a suspect down an alley. I tripped—classic rookie move—and suddenly, I was staring down the barrel of his gun. I froze.”

Bruce’s eyes darkened, the casual demeanor slipping for a moment as concern flashed in his expression. “What happened?”

Marie exhaled, forcing herself to focus on the story instead of the faint warmth radiating from his arm. “Backup arrived just in time. Scared the guy off before he could pull the trigger. But it shook me, you know? Made me realize how easy it is to feel completely exposed in this job. And how fast everything can go sideways.”

Bruce studied her, his gaze steady and intent. “That’s terrifying. But you kept going.”

Marie nodded, her smile faint as her gaze drifted to the glass in her hand. “Yeah, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about quitting after that. It’s hard to face your own limits like that. There were a lot of nights I wondered if I was cut out for this.”

Bruce’s voice softened, the concern in his tone mirroring the unspoken emotion in his expression. “And now?”

She hesitated, her lips quirking slightly. “Now… it’s different. I mean, Gotham’s still a dumpster fire most days, but recently, I’ve had some help. Someone who’s… made me feel safer out there.”

Bruce shifted almost imperceptibly, his fingers brushing the backrest again as his heart skipped a beat. “Someone?”

“Yeah,” Marie said carefully, her words measured. “A... partner of sorts. Not your typical officer. He’s—well, let’s just say he’s unconventional. But he’s good at what he does, and it’s made a difference. I don’t feel like I’m alone anymore.”

Bruce leaned back slightly, his gaze steady but probing, as though testing her words for deeper meaning. “Sounds like this... partner is lucky to work with you.”

Marie laughed softly, the tension easing as she shook her head. “Not sure he’d say that. But thanks, Wayne.”

Bruce held her gaze, his expression calm, though his thoughts were anything but. She felt safer on the job because of him—because of Batman. The quiet pride that surged through him was a rare and unfamiliar sensation, one he usually kept buried beneath the weight of his dual life.

She didn’t know, couldn’t know, that he was the reason she felt safer. But in this moment, sitting so close to her, the faintest brush of her shoulder within reach of his arm, Bruce allowed himself a fleeting sense of satisfaction. He was her protector, even if she didn’t realize it was him. And that knowledge—however bittersweet—was enough to steady him, for now.

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The cool night air bit at their cheeks as they stepped out of the restaurant and into Gotham’s ever-present hum of chaos—distant sirens, honking horns, and the low murmur of conversations drifting out from shadowed corners.

Bruce’s hand rested lightly at Marie’s back as they made their way to the nearby subway station. He had offered to have his driver pick them up, but Marie didn’t mind the subway ride.

She couldn’t help sneaking a glance at Bruce as they descended the cracked concrete steps into the station. He moved with the same ease and confidence he carried everywhere, though the faint furrow in his brow gave him away. The subway wasn’t exactly his usual mode of transportation.

The station was as grim as ever, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, casting flickering shadows on the graffitied walls. The floor was slick with something she didn’t want to think too hard about, and the air carried the faint stench of dampness and despair. Bruce didn’t flinch, his jaw set, his sharp gaze scanning the platform as though expecting trouble to materialize out of thin air.

When the train screeched into the station, its brakes groaning in protest, they stepped into the nearest car. The seats were worn, their vinyl surfaces patched with duct tape, and the overhead lights flickered like they were struggling to stay alive.

Marie grabbed the metal bar above her, her fingers brushing Bruce’s as he did the same. The train lurched forward with a jolt, and she stumbled slightly before steadying herself. Bruce shifted closer, his other hand resting lightly at her hip to keep her upright.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice low, just for her.

“Yeah,” she said, glancing up at him. He was so close now, his broad frame towering over her, shielding her from the rest of the grimy car. His suit jacket brushed her shoulder, and she caught the faint scent of his cologne—clean, woodsy, and warm.

She was used to being alone on the subway, surrounded by strangers, her body tense and her fingers clutching pepper spray in her pocket. She’d investigated too many cases of subway robberies and assaults to ever feel safe on it. But with Bruce beside her, his quiet vigilance making her feel strangely secure, the usual tension melted away.

The train rattled forward, shaking over uneven tracks. A few passengers sat slumped in their seats, avoiding eye contact, while others stood in silence, swaying with the train’s motion.

Marie let her eyes drift to Bruce’s hand on the overhead bar, his long fingers curled around the metal.

“Be honest,” she said, her tone teasing. “Have you ever had to take the subway before? Or is this a first for Gotham’s golden boy?”

Bruce’s expression softened, a flicker of nostalgia in his eyes. “I used to ride it with my dad when it first opened. Wayne Enterprises built it, back when my father believed Gotham’s subway could be a symbol of progress—a way to connect the city.”

Marie tilted her head to look up at him, surprised. “I didn’t know that.”

He nodded, his gaze fixed on a distant point, somewhere far from the grime-streaked windows. “He believed it would connect the city. Give everyone a chance to move forward, no matter where they were coming from.”

She followed his gaze, taking in the flickering lights and cracked tiles of the station as they passed. “He wouldn’t believe what it’s turned into,” Bruce added quietly, his tone tinged with something like regret.

Marie glanced at him, her lips quirking into a faint smile. “Maybe. But as long as it gets the job done, it’s still helping the city, right?”

Bruce turned to her, his intense blue eyes meeting hers. For a moment, the clatter of the train seemed to fade, and all she could feel was the warmth of his presence. “I guess you’re right,” he said, his voice softening. “I like your optimism.”

Her cheeks flushed, and she looked away, her grip tightening on the overhead bar as the train screeched to a halt at their stop.

Together, they stepped out onto the platform, the cold air rushing in through the open doors. Bruce stayed close as they walked the short distance to her building, his hand brushing hers as they moved through the quiet, shadowed streets.

When they reached her the door of her apartment building, she turned to him, her heart pounding a little harder than it should have. He stood there, tall and steady, his sharp gaze softening as it lingered on her. For a moment, the cold and the city and the chaos all seemed to disappear, leaving only the warmth of his nearness.

“This was...” She hesitated, searching for the right words. “So much fun. Honestly, more than I expected.”

Bruce tilted his head, his lips curving into a soft grin. “You sound surprised.”

She laughed, a sound that made the corners of his mouth lift higher. “Well, yeah. You’re Bruce Wayne. Billionaire, philanthropist, Gotham’s most eligible bachelor. And I’m just...” She gestured vaguely at herself. “...me.”

“Just you?” His tone held a teasing edge. “Gotham’s top detective, the bravest woman I know, and someone who has an unparalleled talent for putting me in my place?”

She raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching into a smile. “Unparalleled talent, huh? Keep going. I like where this is headed.”

Bruce chuckled, his hands slipping into his pockets. “Let’s just say, tonight’s been the highlight of my week. Maybe my month.”

Marie’s smile softened as her fingers brushed the edge of his jacket, tracing the fabric absentmindedly. Bruce didn’t mind—in fact, he welcomed the quiet intimacy of the gesture.

She hesitated, her thoughts swirling, unsure if this was the right moment to say what was on her mind. “Bruce, I—” Her voice faltered, and she stopped herself, biting her lip as doubt crept in.

His gaze dropped to hers, calm and steady. “What’s up?” he asked, his voice low and encouraging.

Marie took a breath, her fingers still toying with his jacket. “I’ve really enjoyed this—being with you,” she said softly, her usual confidence giving way to something quieter, more vulnerable. For a moment, the walls she kept so carefully in place seemed to slip, just enough for him to see the uncertainty behind her words.

Bruce tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable but his eyes locked on hers, silently urging her to continue.

“But,” she added, glancing down at her boots, “my life’s... messy. My job is unpredictable, and it doesn’t leave a lot of room for things like this. For—” She gestured vaguely between them, struggling to find the words. “Whatever this is.”

Bruce’s brow furrowed just slightly, a flicker of something—concern, maybe disappointment—crossing his face. He stepped a little closer, his presence grounding yet careful, like he didn’t want to spook her.

Bruce reached out, his hand brushing against hers, grounding her. His thumb lingered on the back of her hand, a simple touch that sent a shiver down her spine. “Hey, my life’s not exactly a picture of normalcy, either.”

She looked at him, surprised by his honesty. “I don’t want to scare you off, that’s all. I just... wanted to be transparent.”

His hand lingered on hers for a moment longer, before he gently cupped her face with his other hand, his touch soft and reassuring. “You’re not scaring me off. If anything, you’re making me want to know more.”

Her laugh was soft, almost disbelieving. “Well, that’s reassuring. Most guys bolt when I start talking about police reports and perp chases.”

“I’m not most guys,” Bruce said, his voice low but sure, his thumb brushing along her cheek before he slowly let go of her face.

Marie’s breath caught for a moment. “No, you’re definitely not.”

They stood there for a beat, the noise of the city fading into the background as they locked eyes. Finally, Marie stepped back, her hand brushing lightly against his as she reached for her door.

“Thanks for tonight,” she said, her voice warm.

“When can I see you again?” Bruce asked, his gaze never leaving hers.

She grinned, leaning casually against the doorframe, her eyes glinting with amusement as she pretended to think, clearly enjoying the way his eagerness seemed to hang in the air. “I’m off this Sunday.”

“Sunday, it is.”

As she reached for the door handle, Bruce took a step closer, his hand catching hers gently. Before she could pull away, he kissed the back of her knuckles, his lips lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. “Goodnight, Marie.”

She smiled softly, feeling the warmth of his touch. “Goodnight, Bruce.”

With that, she stepped inside, closing the door behind her, her heart racing in the quiet aftermath of their goodnight.

She turned to watch through the door’s window, her eyes following him as he walked into the night, his frame gradually vanishing into the shadows.

What she didn’t see was the way his face softened, a rare, almost giddy feeling settling in his chest as Bruce replayed her words. She felt safe with him, she trusted him—both as Bruce Wayne and as Batman. And though she didn’t know the full truth, that connection meant everything to him.

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The precinct buzzed with its usual chaos—ringing phones, clacking keyboards, and the occasional curse muttered over bad coffee. Marie sat across from Gordon in his office, the blinds half-drawn, streaks of pale light spilling over the cluttered desk. Gordon leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his expression that of a man who’d spent too many years working for an ungrateful city.

“What’s going on?” he asked, his tone expectant, like he assumed she was here to talk about the Red Lotus case.

Marie hesitated, picking at the edge of the file in her lap. “It’s… not about the case,” she started, her voice softer than usual. “It’s personal.”

Gordon glanced up, already looking unimpressed. “This better not be about Bullock stealing lunches again. I’m not wasting my morning playing babysitter.”

Marie snorted quietly, shaking her head. “No, it’s not about Bullock. It’s about me. I’ve been... seeing someone.”

That got his attention. He set his pen down, leaning back with a raised eyebrow. “Seeing someone? Who’s the guy?”

She hesitated, then folded her arms like she was bracing herself. “Bruce Wayne.”

There was a pause as Gordon blinked, processing. “Bruce Wayne?” His voice rose slightly, tinged with disbelief. “The Bruce Wayne? Gotham’s tuxedo-wearing headline generator? How in the hell did that happen?”

Marie sighed. “He asked me out at the gala, and I said yes. We went out. It was… really nice, actually.”

Gordon tilted his head, his curiosity clearly piqued. “So, what’s the problem? Sounds like it went well.”

“It did,” she admitted, her voice dropping. Vulnerability crept in, softening her usual confidence. “But it’s complicated. I’ve never had much of a life outside this job. I don’t even know how to make room for one. The idea of balancing this career with a relationship? It feels impossible.”

“You’re asking me for relationship advice?” he asked, his tone skeptical, as if trying to figure out how this conversation had landed on his desk.

When Marie nodded, he sighed, taking his glasses off and rubbing his eyes. He leaned forward, elbows resting on the desk. “Look, Marie, this job is a black hole. It’ll suck up everything you’re willing to give it and then demand more. If you’re waiting for the perfect moment to have a life, let me save you the trouble—it’s not coming.”

She frowned, her fingers tracing the edge of the file in her lap. “But what if I screw it up? What if I can’t give him enough time, or this job gets in the way?”

He rolled his eyes, though his voice softened. “Kid, life’s messy. This job’s messier. Balance isn’t some magic thing you stumble on—it’s something you fight for. You have to protect what matters, because trust me, no one else is going to do it for you.”

Marie looked up, surprised by the frankness in his tone. “You think I can handle it?”

“Of course, you can,” he said, snorting. “You’re one of the sharpest people I know, even if you do insist on sticking your neck out too much. If this Bruce Wayne guy makes you happy—and I’m sure any billionaire would—don’t throw it away just because work’s demanding.”

She let out a small laugh, the weight on her shoulders lifting slightly. “Thanks, Gordon. That actually means a lot.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, waving a hand dismissively. “Just don’t start slacking off to hang out on a yacht with Gotham’s golden boy.”

Marie laughed as she stood, some of her usual confidence returning. “I’ll try to resist the temptation.”

Gordon gave her a pointed look as she reached the door. “And, Manning? You’re damn good at this job, but don’t let it chew you up. It’s okay to have a life.”

She nodded, his words settling in her chest like a quiet truth. “I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks, Gordon.”

He grunted, already turning his attention back to the stack of files on his desk. “Yeah, yeah. Close the door on your way out.”

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The dim glow of Marie’s desk lamp cast shadows over the mountain of case files scattered across her desk. The Red Lotus case consumed her thoughts, each detail gnawing at her. She was convinced the next murder would take place at an abandoned industrial plant near Gotham Hospital.

Marie’s hunch about the industrial plant wasn’t just a shot in the dark—it was rooted in a pattern. The Red Lotus killer always chose abandoned, decaying places: a subway station, a warehouse, a parking garage. The plant near Gotham Hospital fit the profile perfectly.

There was more. Every victim had a connection to Carmine Falcone’s criminal empire—ex-associates, distant relatives, even victims of his operations. Recently, an informant had tipped her off that Falcone used the plant for illegal shipments. If the killer was targeting Falcone’s network, the plant might be next.

And tonight was the seventh day since the last murder. The killer’s clock was ticking, and Marie wasn’t about to let this lead go cold.

Driven by urgency, she strode into Commissioner Gordon’s office, where he was slipping on his coat.

“Boss, I need to get in touch with Batman. I’ve got a lead on the Red Lotus case,” she said, her voice steady but edged with tension.

Gordon arched an eyebrow, pausing mid-button. “At this hour? Don’t you have a cat at home waiting for dinner?”

Marie shot him a flat look, unamused.

Gordon sighed, gesturing toward the ceiling. “There’s a floodlight on the roof. It’s busted to hell, but it usually does the trick. Don’t expect miracles.”

“Floodlight?” Marie echoed, a mix of skepticism and curiosity.

“It’s how we communicate. Crude, but effective. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m overdue for a bad TV dinner.”

Minutes later, Marie was on the precinct’s rooftop, staring at the rusted, oversized light. She fiddled with the switches, muttering curses under her breath as sparks flew. After a few false starts, the beam of light finally roared to life, projecting a faint bat silhouette into the smoggy Gotham sky.

She folded her arms, pacing. “All right, Dark Knight, let’s see if this works.”

Fifteen minutes passed. Then twenty.

“Maybe he’s busy saving kittens,” she muttered. But just in case he showed up later, she scribbled a quick note:

Industrial warehouse near Gotham Hospital. Red Lotus lead.

Marie stuck the note to the floodlight, making sure it wouldn’t blow away in the wind. She grabbed her keys and headed to the plant alone, her determination outweighing the creeping unease that came with walking into the unknown.

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The plant loomed ahead, a grotesque skeleton of rusted metal and flickering fluorescent lights. The air reeked of mildew and old grease. Marie steeled herself as she stepped inside, flashlight in hand. Shadows danced across broken machinery, creating shapes that toyed with her imagination.

Each footstep echoed unnaturally loud, her pulse quickening. A sudden noise—a creak of metal—stopped her dead. Her flashlight swept the room, catching only emptiness.

The growl of engines cut through the silence. Marie spun, squinting as the headlights of black SUVs pierced the darkness. Doors slammed, and men poured out, moving with the predatory ease of wolves. At their center stood Carmine Falcone, his tailored suit as sharp and pristine as his predatory grin.

“Well, well,” Falcone drawled, his voice slick with smugness. “Detective Manning. What brings you to my humble corner of Gotham tonight?”

Marie squared her shoulders, holding her ground. “Cut the shit, Falcone. Are you behind the Red Lotus murders?”

Falcone chuckled, his amusement clear as he slowly approached. “Why does everyone assume it’s me when bodies start piling up? Feels a little lazy, don’t you think?”

Marie’s glare was icy. “You’ve got the motive, the resources, and a history that speaks for itself. So yeah, it’s not exactly a leap.”

He smirked, shaking his head like she’d told a joke. “Detective, you wound me. I’m a businessman. Murder’s bad for business. If I wanted someone dead, trust me, there wouldn’t be anything left to trace back to me.”

“Spare me the rehearsed denials,” she snapped, stepping forward. “People are saying you’re involved, Falcone. What aren’t you telling me?”

His smile sharpened, his dark eyes glinting with malice. “Maybe because people love a good story, Detective. Or maybe Gotham’s full of fools desperate for a payday. But you? You’re supposed to be smarter than this.”

Marie clenched her fists. “This isn’t a game. People are dying. You think this city can take more blood on its streets?”

Falcone’s smirk twisted into a scowl, his voice dropping to a low growl. “Watch your mouth, sweetheart. You’re in way over your head. And if I wanted to, I could make you disappear so fast, your body would never be seen again.”

Marie stepped closer, her tone sharp as a blade. “Go ahead, Falcone. I’m not scared of some slimy shitbag who hides behind his money and goons.”

For a moment, silence hung heavy in the air. Then Falcone’s lips curled into a cruel grin, and he snapped his fingers. “Boys. Teach her a little respect.”

The first punch came hard and fast, slamming into her ribs. Marie staggered, gasping as pain exploded in her side. Another blow hit her shoulder, sending her to one knee.

But she didn’t go down without a fight. She twisted sharply, her elbow cracking into one thug’s jaw as she sprang to her feet. She dodged another punch and landed a solid one of her own, driving her knuckles into a man’s nose with a satisfying crunch.

“You put up a good fight, sweetheart,” Falcone called from the sidelines, his voice dripping with mockery. “But not good enough. You’re outnumbered.”

Marie gritted her teeth as a heavy arm looped around her waist, dragging her back. She kicked out, her boot connecting with a thug’s shin, forcing him to release her. Another came at her from the side, swinging a crowbar. She ducked just in time, the metal whooshing past her head, and delivered a punch to his gut.

But it wasn’t enough. A sharp blow to the back of her leg sent her sprawling. She scrambled, her fingers clawing toward the holster on her hip, but a boot slammed down on her hand, pinning her in place.

“Stay down, Detective,” one thug snarled, twisting her wrist painfully.

Marie grunted in pain but didn’t stop struggling. Blood dripped from a cut on her cheek, and her breaths came in short, ragged bursts. She locked eyes with Falcone, who stood watching like a king amused by a gladiator match.

“You’re tougher than you look,” he said, taking a lazy drag from a cigar. “But tough only gets you so far in this city.”

Marie glared at him, defiance burning in her eyes. “Go to hell.”

Falcone chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “Maybe one day, sweetheart. But you? You won’t live to see it.”

Just as another thug raised his fist for a finishing blow, a sharp thwip sliced through the air. A grappling hook snagged the man’s arm, yanking him back with bone-crushing force. He crashed into a stack of metal pipes, groaning as he hit the ground.

A shadow moved across the dimly lit space. Then, from the rafters, a dark figure descended like a predator pouncing on its prey. Batman landed in a low crouch, his cape snapping behind him before it settled like wings. The thugs froze, their bravado faltering in the presence of the Dark Knight.

Without a word, Batman surged forward, his movements a blur of calculated violence. He caught one thug by the wrist, twisting until the man cried out and dropped his weapon. A quick strike to the temple sent him crumpling to the ground. Another charged from the left, but Batman sidestepped, using the man’s momentum to throw him into a nearby pillar.

Marie struggled to sit up, watching through a haze of pain and adrenaline as Batman dismantled Falcone’s men. Each strike was precise, each movement efficient. No wasted energy, no hesitation. The sound of fists meeting flesh and the groans of fallen men echoed through the plant.

Falcone, no longer smug, took a cautious step back. “This isn’t over, Bat,” he spat, retreating into the shadows as two remaining goons covered his escape. A sleek black SUV roared to life, its tires screeching as it sped away.

Batman didn’t follow. Instead, he turned his attention to the remaining thugs. One tried to pull a knife, but Batman disarmed him with a brutal kick that sent the blade skittering across the floor. Another swung wildly, only to be met with a counterpunch that left him unconscious before he hit the ground.

As the last thug fell, silence settled over the warehouse, broken only by the distant wail of approaching sirens. Batman’s cape billowed as he pivoted toward Marie, his imposing figure cutting through the dim light.

He crouched beside her, his gloved hands hovering near her arm but not quite touching her. His voice was low and tight. “Are you hurt?”

Marie winced, brushing off her bruised knees and grimacing at the pain radiating through her ribs. “I’ll live,” she muttered, her voice sharp with frustration. “Took you long enough.”

Batman’s jaw tightened beneath the cowl. His gaze swept over her injuries, his unreadable expression hiding a storm of emotions. “You shouldn’t have come here alone.”

Marie shot him a glare, her exhaustion and anger bubbling over. “And you shouldn’t have ignored the damn Bat Signal!”

“I didn’t ignore it,” he said through gritted teeth, his voice dark with suppressed anger. “I was handling a situation across the city. You had no business coming here alone, without backup.”

Marie pushed herself to her feet, swaying slightly before steadying herself. “What was I supposed to do, sit around twiddling my thumbs while Falcone’s men moved in? You didn’t answer, Batman. I made a call.”

Batman rose to his full height, his imposing figure towering over her. “You could have been killed, Detective,” he growled, his voice harsher than intended. “Do you have any idea how reckless that was?”

“I had to do something!” she shot back, her eyes blazing with defiance. “People are dying, and every second counts. I’m not just going to stand by while the city burns.”

“You won’t save anyone by getting yourself killed,” Batman snapped. His hands clenched at his sides as he struggled to rein in his emotions. Beneath the anger, a deep well of worry churned. Seeing her bruised and battered had shaken him more than he’d admit.

Marie took a step closer, her voice softening but still firm. “I can take care of myself. I know the risks, and I know what I’m doing.”

Batman’s shoulders stiffened, his cape shifting as he turned his gaze away briefly, as if to compose himself. When he spoke again, his voice was quieter, tinged with something almost vulnerable. “You shouldn’t have to. Not alone.”

The fight drained from her as his words sank in, and she studied him for a moment, her expression softening. “I know you’re worried, but you don’t get to make these choices for me.”

He exhaled sharply, the weight of his dual life pressing heavily on him. “Just… don’t do this again,” he said finally, his tone softer but no less serious.

Marie nodded, though her eyes still sparkled with determination. “Fine. But next time, answer the damn signal.”

Batman didn’t respond immediately, his gaze lingering on her as if committing her to memory.

A few moments passed before the sound of sirens grew louder. Backup arrived, and the ambulance pulled up soon after. Marie leaned against a nearby crate, feeling the adrenaline finally leave her body as the pain in her side flared up again.

“You’re going with them,” Batman said firmly, though his voice lacked its usual edge. He helped her stand, his grip steady as he guided her toward the waiting EMTs.

Marie looked up at him, her breath shallow from the pain but also something else—something softer. “You didn’t have to do this,” she murmured, her voice quiet but sincere.

He didn’t say anything at first, but his gaze lingered on her as the medics helped her into the ambulance. When they made eye contact again, he gave her a short nod. “Stay safe,” he said, the words more protective than anything else.

Marie smiled despite herself, the exhaustion finally catching up with her. “I will,” she said. Then, with a hint of teasing, she added, “And next time, answer the signal.”

Batman gave a small, almost imperceptible nod before stepping back into the shadows. Marie’s smile lingered as the doors of the ambulance closed, and she leaned her head back, trying to relax.

As the vehicle pulled away, she couldn’t shake the feeling that despite all the tension, there was something between them. Something unspoken, but growing stronger with each passing moment.

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mrs-pondwater19 · 1 year ago

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Some Alone Time

Shinjiro Aragaki x AFAB Reader SMUT

Hello my lovelies, this story is pretty simple as far as plot goes, this takes place during the time you spend with Shinjiro when you max out his social link in the game Persona 3 Portable *I've never played P3P so if I get some things wrong plot wise I'm sorry*. There will be direct dialogue from the game for the romance scene. The reader is afab, so fem anatomy *I'm not good for writing much else and I'm sorry* All participants are aged up for the sake of the story. This is a smutty one so minors please walk away. This story was requested by the lovely @nutmeg030. I hope you enjoy my dear.

WARNINGS: 18+, Minors DNI, SPOILERS, friends to lovers, established relationship right before smut, no real plot just porn lol, slight angst, domination, hickeys/markings, soft foreplay, fondling, clothed genital stimulation, slight dirty talk, unprotected sex, p in v, Shinjiro trying to be gentle but fails and is a rough boi, rough sex, praise, cum on body, cute cuddly shit.

When you walked into the lounge, it was particularly empty that night, it was you and few other students lingering around from what you could see. The atmosphere was dull, deary, and damned near boring. The few students that were there were either reading their texts books or conversing over a light meal from the kitchen. Some of them being friends from your group hanging out after the long day. You gave them a little wave as you passed by, making your way towards the back.

Most of the other students headed back to their rooms earlier that night, by the time nine o'clock rolled around. Either to get some studying in or pass out after a day of long, grueling classes. And by the time ten thirty would roll around the dormitory would be dead and silent, like a ghost town.

But not you, that was usually the time you'd meet up with a dear friend from your group, Shinjiro. You didn't really get to see him much during the day other than when you'd attend classes or battle against shadows with him and the rest of your group. That time of night was when you'd actually get to spend time with him, to learn about his personality and his interests outside of all formalities of the group. He seemed cold and gruff when you two first started hanging out, often just wanting to be left alone and attempting to push you away. But over time he began to gradually open up and you had grown incredibly fond of the mysterious, dark haired man. Learning about his traumatic history involving some of the others students, all his interests, and his funny little quirks as well as his personality made you feel something you've never really experienced with anyone else.

You adored all of your friends immensely, there wasn't any doubt about that, but with Shinjiro it was something a little different, something a little deeper. Having broken down his tough, gruff exterior and revealing all his darkest secrets to you, good and bad, it made you feel very special. It made you feel like you two could share anything and everything with each other. And it seemed the bond you two had created was at a point where it couldn't be taken to the next level. Which, with any luck, was what you were hoping to achieve later into the evening.

As you walked on, you saw Shinjiro leaning up against the wall, hands him his pockets, thinking quietly to himself. As you approached him your heart began to beat faster from the nervousness and excitement flowing through your body. His gaze met yours momentarily, eyes widen for a split second before looking away, going back into his thoughts.

"Hey Shinjiro" you said sweetly as you stood beside him, mimicking his current stance.

"Shouldn't you be with the others," he asked very curtly. He shifted around slightly, arms crossing over his chest.

"I can't give you anything or do anything for you." His eyes avoided yours as you felt a slight ping again your chest at his cold response. But you wouldn't let that deter you,

"I want to be with you Shinji," you replied very calmly. His head turned in your direction, looking at you as he raised an eyebrow to your statement. Looking away from you once more with confliction spread across his face, he shifted again before motioning you to go over to the bar with him. Both of you making your way over, the lounge now almost completely empty, you stood adjacent from Shinjiro. You like looked up at him, your loving gaze settling on his gruff features as you tried to find the courage and the right words to express your feelings. He looked down at you, his expression never faltering as he said,

"You can stare at me like that all day. I got nothing for you." The look in your eyes never wavering, knowing he was just saying all these things to try and keep you at a safe distance.

"Haven't you wasted enough time on me? What more do you want?"

This was it, this was finally your chance to tell him how you really, truly felt about him. There wasn't anymore friendly bonding beyond this point, and the both of you knew it . You took a deep breath and looked at him, his steel grey eyes looking at you with blankly, soft undertones drowning somewhere deep within them. You smiled kindly at him as your heart began to beat faster, to the point you thought it would beat right out of your chest from the anxiousness, but you knew this was the perfect, and maybe the only time, to confess.

"I love you Shinjiro," you said with warmth and confidence. You thought for sure you'd slip up, have the words get caught in your throat, or stutter over yourself and pull away from what you wanted to say. But you didn't, it flowed from you so perfectly, better than you had ever expected it to. His stoic expression dropped from his face as soon as those words fell from your lips, his eyes wide and face flushed,

"Huh?...D-don't tease me like that!" He said in embarrassment, thinking you weren't being serious with him.

"I'm not teasing you," you said very seriously, making it very clear that you weren't joking. He grumbled to himself, realizing you weren't messing around with him. Looking away from you for a moment, a painful strain forming in his eyes. He turned his gaze back towards you, his stoic expression coming back as he rebutted,

"I mean, why just blurt out something like that? Here, of all places..." He was steadfast in not giving you a reaction from your confession, not right away anyways. Taking a moment to find a response you thought you yourself. Then an idea popped into your head, if this wasn't the place for you to express your feelings, why not one of your rooms? Feeling bold, probably from the adrenaline of your confession, you blurted out,

"Won't you come to my room?"

"I-I can't do that. I mean you're... Well, people are gonna get the wrong idea." Though he stuttered over his words, his stoicness never faltered. But it didn't stop you either, you wanted to get him alone, to show him that you were one hundred percent serious about these feelings for him. You jokingly replied to him,

"That just leaves your room, then." A dusting of pink littered his face as he continued to stutter,

"Y-you moron. I... I ain't a nice guy Y/N. I can't let you in my room. Don't you get it?" You didn't believe him. Not for a second did you believe that he wasn't a nice guy or a bad person. You knew deep down who he was, and he was good, kind, and just.

"I know what I'm saying Shinjiro." He shifted his head to the side as he put his guard up, not wanting to let you break him down as he narrowed his eyes at you,

"No way. It's not gonna happen," he said coldly. He took a moment to realize how his tone was and switched to a slightly softer one, but still contempt laced his voice,

"Look, you need to watch yourself. Don't bother with someone like me." Ignoring his remarks, you stepped closer to him, running your fingers lightly over the burgundy fabric of his jacket.

"I still love you Shinji." Turning his head back to you, he sighed in frustration,

"Idiot..."

After constantly persisting, pestering, and making excuses to him as to why you two should sneak away, he took your hand off his coat and led you way from the lounge and to his dorm room.

...

When you entered his room, you took in the emptiness of it. The four burnt beige colored walls, his work desk, and a bed. Part of you felt a stale sadness for him as you observed your surroundings. Seeing the other rooms of your friends was seeing how they expressed themselves and their interests taking a sort of physical form. While with Shinjiro's, it felt very sad and empty, like he couldn't express himself or his interests to the world. But that would be a conversation for another time.

You walked over to the desk and leaned against it as you ooked in his direction, his steel eyes boring into your form with a sour look lingering on his face,

"...So? Happy now? You're always pushing me around all the time... You're just gonna ignore what I want, huh?" He asked rhetorically, grumbling to himself once again before speaking, his tone becoming a bit snarky and confident,

"Yeah, well two can play that game." He walked over to you hesitantly, his face softened as he extended his arms out and embraced you. You were slightly taken back by his actions, considering the entire night he was trying to keep you at a distance, but you took this as your opportunity to see his more intimate side. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, burying your face into his course jacket. His scent was a light earthy mix of sandalwood, birch, and musk. You couldn't help but feel yourself drowning in it, feeling a sense of security washing over you as you tightened the embrace. You felt yourself slowly losing yourself more and more in him when he whispered,

"This is your fault, you know. I'm all confused. You're all I can think about, day and night."

The tension between the two of you was noticable before when you two were together. But in that moment it was thick, palpable, and almost unbearably painful. His tall, liber form towering over your smaller one showed how he had a sense of control and power over you. The way his arms tightly wrapped around your waist and how his fingers lightly touched your back was like a man starved of touch. How he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath heavy against your skin like was trying to hold himself back from ravaging you. The seeing him like this was intoxicating, and you craved more of it, you craved his touch and wanting to reciprocate them. But before anything could progress he let out a breath of frustration before continuing

"Dammit, this isn't how it's supposed to be..." He let go of you abruptly, still not fully willing to submit to his feelings. You fell back onto the desk for support, trying to come back to reality after be captivated and entranced from Shinjiro's touch. He looked at you with his eyes narrowed once again,

"You get it right?" You looked at him still slightly dazed and confused at his question. Though his expression didn't change, his eyes were no longer cold and stoic like before. Lust began pooling in his steel orb as he slightly backed away to keep a bit of distance between the two of you, afraid he might do something he'd regret,

"Go back to your room. If you don't go now you're not gonna get another chance."

Deep down he really didn't want you to leave, but he didn't want to put you in a situation where you felt uncomfortable or trapped. He thought it was only fair that he should give you the opportunity to leave while you still could if you wanted to. Taking a few cautious steps towards him you spoke softly,

"I'm not going anywhere." He sighed and shook his head, a slight smirk formed on his face as he glanced at the floor then back to you.

"You're a real piece of work, you know that," he chuckled to himself before signing once more. He took a step closer to you, placing his hands on your shoulders as his eyes darted to the side,

"I'm gonna make myself clear," his eyes swiftly moving back to yours with a stern expression. Looking into them you could see they were dark, drowning in lust and need. His hands began to run down your arms to the sides of your waist as he moved in closer to you. The space between growing smaller and smaller as he spoke,

"...I ain't holding back anymore." With that somewhat hesitated statement he closed the space between you with a passionate, yet needy, kiss. The fabric of his beanie brushed up against your forehead, the softness of his lips, and feeling the little bit of stubble from his chin against your skin exhilarated your senses. You snaked your arms up and around his neck to deepen the kiss, losing yourself to him once again. His hands gripped harshly at your sides, trying to keep himself somewhat grounded in the moment, never wanting it to end. The kiss began to get more heated as he guided you to his bed, slowly lowering you down onto the firm mattress. His hands moved down to your hips with hesitation, not wanting to hurt you or rush himself. Your hands ran up the back of his neck and pulled off his dark grey beanie, freeing his messy umber locks.

He nipped gently at your lower lips, causing you to slightly gasp. His tongue slipped into your mouth, causing you to moan involuntarily at his actions. He chuckled slightly to himself as he began to explore your mouth gingerly. You did your best to hold in your moans as the two wet muscles collided together. His hands pinning yours down at your sides as gently as he could while attacking the inside of your mouth with pleasure.

He pulled away for a breath, leaving a string of salvia connecting the two of you. Both of you took heavy, deep breaths as he crawled away to let you look at each another. Shinjiro's face a deep crimson red, his lips swollen, and his chest heaving, he was absolutely breathtaking. While taking in the sight of him, his eyes scanned your form, your uniform ruffled, hair falling out of its ponytail, and eyes glossy with wanton. Your hands crept up to the collar of his jacket and slowly began to unbutton down his limber frame. His breath hitched in his throat as you revealed his thin, black undershirt and letting his thick, heavy jacket slip down his arms before removing it completely. Your fingers began to creep up his shirt before he grabbed your forearms abruptly, it wasn't enough to hurt you, but enough to catch you off guard.

"What's the matter," you asked in a breath whisper. He avoided your gaze when he spoke in a low, gravel like tone,

"I-It's just, I-I've," he stumbled over his words and couldn't seem to manage to get the words out. You tenderly touched his face in reassurance,

"It's alright Shinjiro," you stated before pulling him into a loving embrace. His body tensed even more under your soft touch and you could see him grit his teeth in frustration before taking a deep breath to calm himself.

He gently took your hands into his, intertwining them as he pushed you back on into the mattress. His tall frame hovered over you as his lips lightly brushed against your neck, causing shivers to run throughout your body. You arched your back to bring yourself closer to him, pressing your body into his as his lips latched on to your neck. You knew that once morning came your neck and chest would be a painted canvas of blues and purples. Gasps and hushed moans escaped you as he began to fully remove the upper half of your uniform, leaving you with just a bra. Your skin began to flush at the vulnerability you were in, pinned under the man you just confessed to as he continued to litter your skin with no remorse. His free hand moved to the clip of your bra as he looked at you lustfully for permission, you nodded, giving him the 'go ahead' grin. He unclipped it in one swift movement, letting the straps fall down the length of your arms as he helped you take it off.

His eyes wandered to your now bare chest, a cocky grin forming on his face as he began to creep his hands towards your breasts. He gave your chest a firm squeeze, he shuddered at the feeling of the warm, plush like mound in his palms, watching you squirm under him. Your nipples hardened as he massaged your breasts with eagerness, watching your every movement. He let go of your other hand and took your hardened buds between his fingers before lightly tweaking them, earning a high pitched moan from you.

You squirmed vigorously under him while he worked his magic of your chest to the point where they felt raw and overstimulated. The way his hands caressed the hot, supple skin of your breasts made it almost impossible to wait any longer for him to take you right then and there. He grunted in arousal as he looked down at your painfully overstimulated form,

"God your tits are fucking perfect," he groaned out, strain and hesitation laced somewhere in his voice. His hands began to wander down your sides, fingers delicately ghosting over your soft skin to your skirt. His hand ruffled up the fabric, revealing your lacy underwear,

"Naughty girl," he whispered seductively as he brought his hand further down to your inner thigh, dangerously to your pulsating core. His slender fingers ran over the embroidered fabric right over your pooling heat, letting a moan slip from you as he began to gently rub against your clit. His free hand moved up to your face, looking you dead in the eyes as you began to unravel under him. Moans and squeals escaped you as his fingers continued to work slowly on your folds. The nerves overly sensitive from the stimulation drove you up the wall, the look in his eyes didn't help it either. His body tensed as his movements grew at a steady pace, his name falling off your lips as ecstacy overtook you completely.

"Shinji, more, please," you moaned out, feeling his fingers harshly pressed up again your pussy, the fabric pressing into the wet, hot flesh.

"You're doing well for me Y/N, fuck," he let out a breathy sigh as his hand harshly moved against you. You looked down to see his painfully hard member poking through his trousers. The sight of him hard for you made you even more wet for him, so much so that your underwear were soaked completely. The sound of his fingers squelching against the soaked fabric and your moans filled the room as you felt a coil building up in the pit of your stomach,

"Shinjiro, I-I," before you could finish your sentence he pulled away, his finger glistening in your slick. He brought his fingers to his lips as licked them clean,

"You taste amazing," he moaned out to you. You groaned in disappointment, wanting to feel some kind of relief from his actions. He propped himself up on his knees and hastily removed his shirt, revealing his toned, lean torso. Your eyes widened as he continued to strip down to his boxers, the sight of his messy hair, flushed skin, and lustful gaze made you squirmed in anticipation.

"You liking what you see sweetheart," he taunted. His hands teasingly played with the hem of his boxers, emphasizing his painfully pleasured state as he slowly pulled them down over his thighs, his cock springing free from the confines of the thin fabric. It was flushed a deep crimson, the veins protruding throughout his length, and a bit of precum dribbling from the tip. His breath was shallow as he crawled over to you like a rabid animal, his self control dwindling faster than you could react to it,

"I can't wait anymore," he grumbled out.

"I want to feel that perfect puss wrapped around me. I want to feel you writhing beneath me while I fuck you senseless. I want to feel how perfect you really truly are," he whimpered out to you.

He forcefully spread your legs and pulled off your underwear, leaving you in your ruffled up skirt, open and vulnerable under him. His grumbles and groans were feral like as he gave his cock a few pumps before bringing his lips to your ear,

"You ready babygirl," his breath ragged and needy. You nodded,

"Yes Shinji, please," you pleaded.

That's all he needed to hear before lining himself up at your entrance and slowly thrusting into you. A relief filled moan poured off your tongue and into the space of his room as his cock stretched your walls. He let a hesitant groan out, just above a whisper he cursed,

"Fuck," it was long and drawn out as he began to move. He was gentle with each thrust he drew in and out of you. His hand gently gripped at your wrists, pinning them above your head to get a full view of what was beneath him.

Your face red, eyes squeezed shut, and contorted in pleasure as you swallowed his cock as he slowly pounded into you. It felt amazing, the way he stretched you out, the way his breath felt against your neck, and especially how his touch was so sweet and gentle. But there was something he was holding back, you could feel it in your gut. Something about the way he held you felt strained, it was similar to the way he gripped your wrists earlier, strained and a bit unorthodox, like he wasn't entirely sure of himself. You opened your eyes to look up at him, a few locks of hair falling in his face, his mouth slightly agape, and eyes completely dark and drunk off of thr lust coursing through his body.

"Fuck Shinji," you squealed out, feeling his grip on your wrists tighten harshly and his pace quicken, not realizing how he reacted to your sinful response. You moaned out in surprise at the sudden change in his demeanor, getting a glimpse of what he was holding back from you. His gripped tightened even more and his thrust became more aggressive, causing your moans and squeals to become more high pitched and abrupt. He was so completely lost in his arousal and need for you his aggressive side began to truly shows itself, in that moment he showed you what he really wanted to do to you, how he wanted to please you as well as himself.

"Fuck," you semi screamed out to him. After hearing you, he caught himself and began to slow his pace. His grip on your wrist loosened as he spoke,

"Fuck Y/N, I'm sorry, I got a little carried away. I didn't hurt you did I?" His tone was sweet and genuine as he looked into your eyes with remorse. You smiled to him and kissed his cheek,

"No Shinji, if I'm being honest, I kinda liked what you were doing before. Please, please don't stop," you moaned sweetly to him as your hands wandered to his back. Surprise fell on his face for a moment, but was taken over by a lustful grin as he snapped his hips harshly against yours.

"If that's what you want, then I'll give it to you." You squealed in response to his roughness and pleasure began to course through you once again. His pace was rough and a bit sporadic as loud, needy groans filled the room. You continued to squeal and moan for him and he roughly held your wrist down into the pillow above your head,

"Yes Shinji, fuck, feels so good," you panted out, slowly getting drunk off the feeling of his cock destroying your overstimulated pussy. You felt the coil building up in your stomach again as his pace picked up even more than before and his grip was as firm as ever,

"You look so pretty like this. Shaking and and crying out for me," he gritted in-between his teeth. His grunts and groans began to fall out in ragged, needy whimpers. He was losing himself to the feeling of you squeezed around him, his cock sliding in and out of you effortlessly. You were completely gone at that point, drunk off him and everything he was doing to you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, saliva dribbling down your chin, and your body limp for him to use however he saw fit.

Although he would never actually hurt you, sure he was a bit aggressive in thr moment, hut if he were to cause you any harm whatsoever he wouldn't ever forgive himself for it. It was just about his pleasure, it was for the both of you, he wanted to make you to feel good. Looking into your eyes, he saw how you had come completely undone for him,

"You're so beautiful baby, so perfect for me," he mumbled out. He wasn't going to last much longer in that state. His cock now thrusting unforgivingly in and out of you, drowning in your slick. The grip on your wrists never faltered, you knew there'd be lovely little marks from them in the morning. The coil in your stomach grew with each passing second and each thrust it threaded to break,

"Shinji please, I'm not gonna last any longer," you begged him. He knew what you was asking for, but he wasn't ready for her to finish yet, he wanted to finish with you. He moved his hands away from your wrists and gently cupped your kissing your forward tenderly, despite his rough, animalistic like motions.

"Please baby, just a little longer, can you wait just little longer for me," the pleads dripped off and out of him like amber. You gave him a half nod, you were coherent enough to hear his request, but whether you could follow through or not would be a challenge.

He kissed you passionately, both your lips pink and swollen as he pulled away for air. You didn't understand stand how it was possible, but he somehow managed to go even faster and harder than before. The sounds of moaning, whimpers, squeals, and the slapping of skin filled the room. You were sure other students heard you, but you didn't care, all you cared about in that moment was him, Shinjiro, claiming you as his own, and him as yours.

You could tell he was almost there, edging himself closer to his climax as he gaze was set on you. You were a mess, your hair come completely undone from its ribbon, sweat lightly coated your brow, and your skin a rosy, peony pink. Not to mention the slick that shamelessly covered your thighs and milked his cock, want to give him his sweet release. Your hands crept to his back and you dug your nails into his skin,

"Yes fuck. Oh God, Shinjiro, yes just like that," you whimpered under him. He was hitting a spit that made you absolutely cry and scream for him. You couldn't hold yourself from cumming anymore, not after finding that special little spot.

"I'm gonna cum Shinjiro," you cried, tears spilling from your eyes as you felt the rush approaching you, like waves over a rocky shore.

"Fuck, cum with me baby," he grunted out as he felt you spasm around his cock before pulling out of you, spurting white, thick ropes on to your stomach. He let out a few relieved moans as he finished, pumping out what little cum he had left in him. Both of you took a few moments to catch your breath, coming down from your high you looked at him lovingly, even in his disheveled state, he was really was the most beautiful man you'd ever seen. His chest rose and fell in heavy breaths, looking at you with admiration. Your stomach covered in his cum, drool covered your chin, and exhaustion settling in over your body. He stood up from the bed and went over to his desk, pulling open a drawer and grabbing a few tissues to clean him and yourself with.

After you were both clean, he put his beanie back on and got you in one of his T-shirts before cuddling up to you in his bed. He wrapped his arms around you tightly while you gently laid on his chest, playing with a few strands of his hair. He smiled to himself while looking down at you, sleep threatening to captivate you as he spoke,

"...If this is how things are gonna between us, I think I might stick around for a while," his tone was a bit monotoned, but he meant what he said. He kissed your forehead gently before speaking again,

"I love you." You almost didn't hear him from your tired condition, but thankfully you heard him well enough to respond,

"I love you too Shinjiro, I always have. And I always will," you said sleepily as you continued to play with his hair until your felt yourself drift to sleep. He chuckled to himself quietly, feeling that he wasn't too far behind you,

"I'm holding you to that." With those few words he fell asleep with you in his arms.

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muzzzzle · 1 month ago

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🌿 Ivy & Poppy 🌺 | f!MC/Poppy Sweeting Hufflefluff

Tags: Fluff, Romance, (Eventual) Christmas Fluff ao3: here

Chapter 1. Poppy

Poppy Sweeting, desperate not to make a sound, was creeping down the spiral stone staircase to the Hufflepuff common room, looking around cautiously. It was well past the time of curfew and she had to be careful not to be seen by the Prefects or ghosts. Though if the Fat Friar, the resident ghost of her House, got in her way, she could easily find her way around the good-natured non-being. Especially if he heard why she had to leave the castle after the lights out — on a night so brightly lit by the moon, the chances of seeing a real mooncalves’ dance were greatly increased. Even though her "hunt" had not been fruitful, Sweeting was quite pleased that she had got a chance to walk through the October forest, breathing in the fresh, already quite cold air. The mooncalves showed themselves only briefly, and, flashing their huge eyes, disappeared from the clearing.

Even at this hour, the castle refused to sleep — rustles and sounds were coming from everywhere: the muttering of talking portraits, the grunting of enchanted armor, and… the deafening clinking of pots in the kitchen. Poppy instantly rushed to the still-life frame and, with an impatient wave of her wand, froze at the entrance to the house elves' abode with a fluttering heart. The little workers were usually asleep in their barrel houses at night — perhaps the elf on duty had failed to handle a huge pot and turned the contents on themselves — Sweeting always felt sorry for the school helpers, and at any moment was ready to rush selflessly to their aid. The painted pear, having been tickled enough, at last, deigned to let the girl in.

To her surprise, the elves were only sleepily rubbing their eyelids covering huge eyes, peering out of their ‘rooms’, and turning their heads in confusion — no sharp ears were sticking out under any of the exorbitantly large dishes. Taking a suspicious glance around the kitchen, the Hufflepuff made sure that no living creatures were in danger, and was about to leave, shrugging her shoulders, when in the semi-darkness of the dungeon she saw a barely perceptible ripple in space, the next second being unceremoniously grabbed by the elbow and dragged out of the kitchens.

“Aah!”

“Shh! Quiet, Poppy, it's me!” a hot whisper burned her ear and sent shivers down her spine. “Let's get out of here!”

Sweeting was so confused that she just let herself be dragged away and only looked up when, together with the mysterious intruder, they dived into the shadow of the staircase, at the base of which the stone "roots" were sprawling. A moment later, right before her eyes, a voluminous ripple turned into the face of her new classmate, an American, a bit odd and, as it seemed to the magical creatures lover, a little crazy Brown.

“Ivy!” Poppy exhaled, suddenly realizing their faces were very close — she could feel the girl's hot breath on her flushed cheeks again. “What happened, I heard loud noises!”

Pale straw-colored, unruly curls scattered across her classmate's face, her green eyes glinting mischievously as they reflected the fires of the braziers. Sweeting hid her gaze in embarrassment and took a step back, her eyes fixed on Brown's hands, desperately clutching several pies, which had quite obviously been in the kitchen until recently, to her heart.

“I missed dinner, so I wanted to replenish my strength a little," Ivy's hungry eyes glittered again, her head jerking up sharply as she thought she saw a shadow flutter by the stairs. When she realized it was just the glow from the flames of the braziers, she exhaled and held out one of the pies to Poppy. “Want one?”

Sweeting followed the movement of her hand, looked up again at the wide-open green eyes, and laughed good-naturedly.

“Ivy, you know you can just come into the kitchen anytime, the elves are always happy to feed the students!” Poppy said, watching her reaction with interest, forgetting that she had been afraid to breathe too loudly just a few minutes ago.

The punishment for her carelessness came almost immediately — someone, reacting to her too loud laughter, was hurrying down the stairs. Poppy fumbled, not knowing where to put herself, while her newly found companion, not embarrassed in the slightest, snatched up her wand and, with a meaningful glance at Sweeting, cast the Disillusionment Charm on herself again. Footsteps sounded very close by, and the hesitant Hufflepuff hadn't even had time to reach for her wand before Ivy grabbed her elbow again and pulled them both towards the baskets near the wall, into the darkest corner under the stairs, and pressed herself tightly against Poppy, casting the spell on her as well. Sweeting held her breath, heart pounding madly, as she tried to raise her eyes to the person coming down — if it was a teacher, no good was coming for them. The kitchen may not have been the Restricted Section, but loitering outside the dorm after lights out was still not part of the unspoken school rules. Brown smelled of moss and leaves, and faintly of cinnamon. Her uncontrollable curls tickled Sweeting's cheek and neck, and her body was hot, causing Poppy to press herself harder against the cold masonry wall. Footsteps echoed in the stone above them, and then, lighting his way with the wand, down the stairs came the Hufflepuff Prefect, a sixth-year whom even the freshmen weren't particularly afraid of, and walked further, towards their common room. There was a distinctive tapping on the wooden surface and the sound of boards parting as he entered the dormitory. Ivy, still pressed tightly against her classmate, exhaled noisily and pulled back, lifting the spell and smiling contentedly.

“All clear, Poppy, you can come out now!” she announced cheerfully, scrutinizing the pies for damage. When none was found, Brown, visibly relieved, dusted one off and stuffed it in her mouth, holding the other out to the classmate again. “Sho, do you wanch one?”

Sweeting wanted to refuse, but her stomach rumbled treacherously at the smell of freshly baked goods. She took a small bite of the treat and thanked Ivy crudely, glancing anxiously towards the corridor where the Prefect had gone.

“Do you think he's still in the common room?” After chewing the dough, she asked in a whisper.

“Could be," Brown, who had already destroyed all the edible evidence of her late-night raid on the kitchen, shrugged. “Do you think we should wait?”

“Just to be on the safe side," Poppy smiled awkwardly, crumpling the unfortunate bakery product with her fingers. For some reason, she felt uncomfortable chewing in front of Ivy. “Shall we wait here?”

The new fifth-year was still inexplicably confusing her. Ever since the first day when she walked into the Great Hall with Professor Fig, panting and flushed, eyes wide with interest, Sweeting had heard classmates whispering about her, each time coming up with new and more improbable theories. The next morning Poppy had rushed off early to check on Highwing, so she didn't even get a chance to introduce herself to the new girl, who was also sorted into her House. For a long time, Sweeting glanced at her, trying to think of an excuse to approach and talk, but each time she only felt more awkward, as if she were trying to impose herself.

Ivy Brown had been the talk of the school, and for a long time the students had been whispering about the dragon attack on her and the professor, the troll in Hogsmeade, the fact that the new girl had Fig's unconditional protection, that she and Sallow were having an affair, and the American was actually an exchange student from Ilvermorny, and many, many other rumors that made Sweeting even more embarrassed to have a conversation with the blonde. She spoke with the same accent as many of her parents' “business associates” she'd heard as a child – poaching was booming in America even on a larger scale than in her native Britain, and many a dapper cowboy had had a hand in shipping thousands of innocent creatures across the ocean.

But Brown was unlike any of them. At their very first conversation in the class on the Care of Magical Creatures, she stood up for Persephone with such belligerence that Poppy, elated by their acquaintance and the fact that the new girl liked beasts as much as she did, had gone so far as to introduce her to Highwing. Ivy laughed ringingly and loudly, scaring away all the birds in the forest, but it was as if the magical creatures had a special affection for her and accepted her easily – the shy Hufflepuff could only envy her.

There seemed to be an air of mystery around the new girl, something about her that was inexplicably intriguing and mesmerising, and so, Sweeting often caught herself staring at her curly head in the corridors and class.

“Why don't we go outside?” Ivy suggested, interrupting her train of thought. “It's such a bright moonlit night, and I know just the place with the best view of Black Lake!”

Poppy stared at the pie in her hand again, embarrassed. The whisper of a fellow student sounded so light and easy, no wonder she could make new friends in such a short time. The prospect of going out at night in Brown's company seemed like an amazing adventure, and the mere thought of it made her tiredness go away. Before she could even open her mouth to agree, Ivy suddenly ran her thumb across Poppy’s cheek, at the corner of her lips, causing the Hufflepuff to stiffen in surprise.

“You have crumbs near your mouth,” the blonde explained nonchalantly while heading for the stairs. “Don't worry, it’ll be a piece of cake, a quick one in and out!”

Sweeting nodded, embarrassed, and followed her, trying to calm her pounding heart and still clutching the unfortunate pie.

***

“Do you know about the meadow with the mooncalves?” Poppy's brown eyes widened in surprise, as she was subtly admiring the way the cold moonlight illuminated her classmate’s fluffy curls.

“Yes, I've been there," Ivy replied, her eyes twinkling with satisfaction, and she stared into the distance again, at the impenetrable surface of the Black Lake.

Brown led them to the viaduct bridge, and with a sly smile, she began to descend to the base of the structure, sitting comfortably on the wooden beams and leaning her back against them. Sweeting looked at the flimsy–looking bridge and was horrified, but looking at how easily and spontaneously the new girl climbed it – probably not for the first time - she pulled herself together, and, carefully stepping on the protruding stones, sat down next to her, clinging to the column. The view from here was truly amazing.

They sat and chatted as if they had known each other for many years, and Poppy was surprised at herself. She peppered Brown with questions, and Ivy answered willingly, sometimes laughing out loud and making Sweeting's heart drop, forgetting that her feet were hanging over a huge waterfall, under the raging gusts of which, most likely, there were sharp rocks. The blonde said that she had lived with her parents in Colorado until she was fourteen, and when they got divorced, she went to her mother’s homeland, Ireland, where Professor Fig found her.

"You're so good at Disillusionment spells, did Professor Fig teach you that?"

"No, Sebastian," Ivy replied thoughtfully, her face instantly changing. – Useful stuff.

For some reason, hearing a classmate say Sallow's name made Poppy's stomach clench. Instantly, she remembered the rumors, richly seasoned with all sorts of indecent details. But rumors don't start because of nothing, do they? Maybe she should just ask – Brown didn't seem to mind talking about herself at all.

“You and Sebastian are very close, aren't you?” Hufflepuff asked cautiously, stealing a glance at the blonde's expression.

“What do you mean, close?” Ivy turned her head so quickly to the girl, looking straight into her eyes disarmingly, that Poppy almost fell off the beam and blushed. "We're just friends."

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to …embarrass you," she said, stuttering, but it was Sweeting herself who was embarrassed, and she was very bad at hiding it. “You just spend so much time together, and you are very beautiful… I mean, I wanted to say…”

Brown, with interest and even some pleasure, watched her classmate turn scarlet and suffocate, not knowing how to block out the phrase she said, and dragging herself into a dead-end even more. Ivy smiled broadly.

“Thanks, Poppy," the blonde finally replied, saving the poppy–red girl from an awkward pause. "It's okay that you asked. But Sebastian is not my type.”

Sweeting, despite the biting gusts of wind, felt the heat drain from her face and radiate with a pleasant warmth throughout her body. After sitting for a couple more minutes, the girls decided it was time to return. Sneaking back without incident, they went into the common living room together and were about to leave for their respective rooms when the blonde tossed her head again, making her curls bounce to the beat, and called out to her classmate.

"You're very beautiful too, Poppy!" A loud whisper carried up to the stained glass ceiling, through which the fragmented moonlight fell on the living room. Sweeting felt the warmth spreading through her body for the umpteenth time that night. “Good night!”

"Good night, Ivy!" She muttered a barely audible reply and disappeared through the round door.

That night she dreamed of a house covered with thick green ivy.

***

In the early days of late October, Poppy woke up in an incredible mood, got ready for classes much more carefully than usual, and melted into a huge smile whenever she saw Brown and caught her eye. Lenora Everleigh, Poppy's overly straightforward roommate, noticed as if a couple of times the magical creature lover was looking for someone in the crowd longingly and was quick to make a sharp joke that Sweeting seemed to have finally fallen in love with someone who does not have a tail. Poppy blushed deeply but laughed it off, and for a long time, she pondered over the words of her classmate. Lenora almost immediately rushed off to share her thoughts with Adelaide, but Poppy didn't care about the rumors. In five years, she had earned a reputation as someone only interested in animals and magical creatures, and the Hufflepuff was quite satisfied with it.

One early November morning, when the fallen leaves were already covered with light patterns of frost, Sweeting was all in her thoughts going to check on Highwing. She hadn't visited her in several days and berated herself for not paying attention – lately she'd been thinking much less about magical creatures than about the pale straw-colored shock of curly hair flashing here and there. Lenora's words haunted her every thought like a looming ghost. Has she fallen in love? Poppy had never thought about the fact that she liked someone more than a friend. The girls from her House were discussing boys constantly and often used cards for the fortune-telling right in their common room, laughing loudly and interpreting the signs the way they would like. Sweeting joined them several times, but she would only get Queens, and the classmates sighed in disappointment. Is it possible to fall in love with a girl?

Lost in her thoughts, Poppy stopped in her tracks. A crafty squint of green eyes surfaced in his mind. Falling in love or not, the Hufflepuff couldn't deny that the new American girl aroused in her completely unfriendly feelings and thoughts. Since childhood, Sweeting has learned to ask herself questions and answer them honestly. That's why she ran away from her parents with Highwing back then. That was why she was willing to admit that she cared about Ivy.

Remembering why she was getting outside the castle, Poppy picked up her pace and exhaled a cloud of steam, wrapping herself more tightly in a wide yellow scarf. The sky was just turning into lighter shades – classes would start very soon. Rushing to her usual location, Poppy whistled loudly, expecting to hear the flapping of huge wings. But three minutes, five minutes passed, and there was still no familiar piercing scream. Maybe Highwing was offended that her stupid savior hadn't appeared for several days? Sweeting put her fingers to her lips over and over, but the hippogriff was nowhere to be found. A cold dawn was already breaking on the horizon behind the castle��it was time to return to class. The Hufflepuff scolded herself. She was so caught up in stupid thoughts that she couldn't keep an eye on her old friend. Like the rays of the transparent sun emerging from behind the dense edge of the forest and the sharp peaks of the mountains, an inexplicable anxiety arose inside.

Something happened to Highwing.

For several days, Poppy couldn't find a place for herself, having already explored all the surroundings of the castle and even the Forbidden Forest. She stumbled upon the dens of other hippogriffs, and, not finding Highwing in any of them, assumed the worst. The poachers had finally caught her. Sweeting remembered her parents and her mind went into an unpleasant spasm. As much as she wanted nothing to do with them, Poppy just couldn't erase them from her memory.

But perhaps it was precisely because she was too well aware of what poachers were capable of, the Hufflepuff was not going to sit in the castle while her dear creature was being tortured for a pair of feathers. Sweeting was just about to get out of the castle when Natty rushed past her, out of breath, braked sharply at the sight of her, and began to explain haltingly what had just happened.

"Where's Highwing?" Poppy immediately asked, grabbing Onai by the sleeve of her robe, after learning something about poachers, the hippogriff, and Brown's involvement in all this. "Is she safe?"

“Ivy said she knows a safe place where poachers will never get to her," the Gryffindor reassured her, regaining her breath, and muttering something about Harlow and Officer Singer, she sped off in an unknown direction.

Sweeting watched her go and leaned against a cold pillar. Her heart was pounding, even though everything was fine. If Highwing was really with Ivy, then it was absolutely necessary to find Brown and ask her about everything. Poppy took off and raced into their shared common room, ready to bang on the round door of her bedroom, but stopped herself. Judging by Natty's appearance, they had to go through a lot – for sure, if Ivy had already returned, she just collapsed on the bed. Forcing herself to step back, Sweeting ran her palm over her flushed face. She took another look at the idle door, sighed, and was about to go to her room when she heard a familiar wooden knock – someone had entered Hufflepuff's common room. Brown's blonde head appeared below, almost merging with the yellow carpet, she wearily trudged through the rounded hall, slowly shifting her legs. Poppy immediately rushed over to her, anxiously peering into her face.

"Merlin, Ivy, are you okay? I saw Natty, she said that you saved Highwing from the poachers!” green misty eyes found the source of the noise and the American smiled tiredly.

“Don't worry, Poppy, the poachers can't get to her now," she replied mysteriously and, glancing at the girl's flushed face, suddenly stretched out her palm to her face, thoughtfully tucking Sweeting's stray dark curl behind her ear, completely taking her breath away. "I promise."

Brown's fingertips touched the reddened ear of a classmate for a few seconds and, muttering something about stupid stairs, she continued to climb to her room, leaving the girl dumbfounded in the middle of the empty common room.

The door closed softly behind the new girl with a soft thud.

Poppy Sweeting had long learned not to lie to herself.

She fell in love with Ivy Brown. *** Thanks for reading! Next chapter =>

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cardcaptorharin · 8 months ago

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The Guardian Angel in Blue: A Thrilling Escape from Danger

Synopsis. You are running away from a creep on the street following you and you find a cop who is very glad to help you.

Character. Daichi x fem!reader

Rating/category. Character is aged up, hq timeskip

Notes. This is an idea that I had while watching a video of people saving others from creeps and other things.

It was a crisp autumn evening as I walked home from work, the sun setting behind the tall buildings casting a warm glow over the bustling city streets. As I turned a corner, I felt a chill run down my spine as I noticed a figure lurking in the shadows behind me. I quickened my pace, but the figure seemed to be following me, their heavy footsteps echoing in the empty street.

Panic gripped me as I realized I was being followed by a creepy stranger. I grabbed my phone from my purse and dialed 110, my heart pounding in my chest as I frantically looked around for a way to escape. Just then, a ray of hope shone through the darkness as I spotted a police officer standing at the end of the street, his uniform a beacon of safety in the dimly lit alley.

I ran towards him, my breath coming in short gasps as I reached out a trembling hand towards him. "Officer, please help me! There's someone following me," I exclaimed, my voice shaking with fear. The police officer turned towards me, his eyes filled with concern as he took in my distressed appearance.

Without a moment's hesitation, the officer sprang into action, his authoritative voice cutting through the silence of the night. "Stay behind me, ma'am. I'll make sure you're safe," he said, his tone firm and reassuring. I felt a surge of relief wash over me as the officer positioned himself between me and the creepy stalker, his presence a shield against the unknown threat.

As we walked briskly down the street, the officer kept a vigilant eye on our surroundings, his hand resting on the holster of his gun in case of any sudden danger. I felt a sense of security envelop me as we made our way towards the brightly lit main road, the hustle and bustle of the city providing a stark contrast to the eerie quiet of the deserted alley.

I stole a glance at the officer walking beside me, his strong jawline illuminated by the soft glow of the streetlights. Despite the gravity of the situation, I couldn't help but notice his rugged good looks and the air of confidence that surrounded him. There was something about the way he carried himself, a sense of quiet strength and unwavering determination that drew me to him like a moth to a flame.

As we reached the safety of the crowded main road, the officer turned to me with a warm smile, his piercing eyes softening as he reassured me that I was out of harm's way. "You're safe now, ma'am. Is there someone I can call for you? A friend or family member who can come pick you up?" he asked, his concern for my well-being evident in his gentle tone.

I thanked the officer profusely for his help, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over me for his timely intervention. As I watched him walk away into the night, his figure disappearing into the sea of bustling pedestrians, I couldn't shake the feeling of admiration and gratitude that lingered in my heart.

In the days that followed, I found myself thinking of the police officer who had come to my rescue, his unwavering courage and selfless dedication leaving a lasting impression on me. I couldn't help but wonder about the man behind the uniform, his mysterious aura and enigmatic charm capturing my imagination in ways I couldn't explain.

And so, as fate would have it, our paths crossed once again in the most unexpected of circumstances. I was walking home from work one evening when I heard a familiar voice calling out to me from across the street. I turned around to see the police officer approaching me with a warm smile, his eyes twinkling with a hint of recognition.

"It's you," he said, his voice soft yet filled with genuine warmth. "I'm glad to see you're doing okay. I couldn't stop thinking about you after that night. I hope you don't mind me saying this, but can we go out for coffee or something? Are you free right now?”

I felt my heart skip a beat as I looked into his soulful eyes, the spark of recognition igniting a fire within me that I couldn't ignore. In that moment, I knew that the mysterious police officer who had come to my rescue was more than just a guardian angel – he was a kindred spirit, a soulmate whose presence in my life was destined to be.

As we walked down the brightly lit street, side by side, the city lights twinkling like stars above us, I knew that I had found something truly special in the most unlikely of places. And as we shared our stories and dreams under the watchful gaze of the moon, I realized that love had a way of finding us when we least expected it, weaving its magic in the most enchanting of ways.

And so, as we stood there beneath the starlit sky, our hearts entwined in a dance of fate and destiny, I knew that the police officer who had once been a stranger in the night was now the possible love of my life, my protector, my soulmate – a beacon of hope in a world full of shadows, guiding me towards a future filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities.

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#haikyu #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #hq #hq x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyū!!#haikyuu x y/n #sawamura daichi #daichi x reader #haikyuu daichi #daichi sawamura x reader #hq daichi #x reader #fem reader

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dracarialove · 9 months ago

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📄 F it, I'm posting my finished fics here, too 📄

*Check the 'rouge's heart' tag if you haven't read previous chapters

[Chapter 6: Freedom]

The elegant bat romanticized the upcoming dinner date with Shadow in her head while she got dressed. She'd chosen something special, but not too formal – it was only the first date, after all. Her dress was black, transitioning to white as the bottom fanned out to hang around her calves.

Thin straps rested on her tan shoulders, and a white bow accented her back as it tied around her middle. She slipped black gloves up her arms, the simple white cuffs hugging the center of her biceps. Her legs were covered by dark pantyhose that disappeared underneath shiny black pumps.

For makeup, Rouge decided to keep it simple with her typical blue eyeshadow and a subtle layer of red lip gloss. She rejected the idea of wearing jewelry, deeming it too flashy as she glanced at the wall clock in her bedroom. Reading 7:42pm, she turned and left the room, her heels soon clicking down the stairs; she grabbed her handbag from the living room end table and headed out the front door.

As she locked it behind her, the bat's phone buzzed in her purse. Shadow's name lit up the screen while she walked to her car, the hedgehog asking if they were still on for the night. She replied, 'On my way now,' and hurried into the Corvette.

When she arrived at her favorite restaurant, Rouge chose a spot closer to the door, hoping that her date would recognize the car and park nearby. She gave herself one last look-over to make sure her curled locks were perfectly centered and her makeup was still clean. With no stray hairs and no gloss on her teeth, the dreamy-eyed woman climbed out and waited near the front door.

Only a few minutes passed before she spotted a black Viper with a single crimson stripe down the hood; she could faintly see Shadow through the windshield as he parked directly next to her vehicle. Her heart beat quickened, watching with a smile as he opened the door and stepped out.

Dark sunglasses first covered his ruby irises, but slid down his nose when he lowered his head to avoid the car roof. Peeking over the black plastic rims, his eyes instantly darted towards her. Rouge raised one hand to wave, and a smile began to show at the corners of his lips.

The hedgehog was dressed semi formally in a dark maroon button-down shirt, the top two buttons undone to let his chest hair show. Black and red spines glimmered faintly, the moisture of a fresh shower still drying from his hair.

The bat noticed the same gloves and skates he'd worn before, but had to give his simplicity credit – it worked well for the mysterious man. With the way his gaze was making her feel, he didn't need fancy dressings.

Shadow pulled his sunglasses back up to hide his eyes – Rouge wondered if it was his way of controlling the first-date nerves, considering the sun had vanished from the sky – and stopped in front of her. If he was nervous, he hid it well, his smooth voice rolling forth. "You look very nice."

"Thank you," she responded, lowering her eyelids a bit as she primped one of her curls with a gloved palm. "So do you. I like your style."

His smile widened slightly, the hedgehog then being thrown off a bit when her fingers slipped around his arm. He held his composure, leading the way into the restaurant, but hadn't expected her to show physical affection yet; unsure if he should hook his elbow in a gentlemanly gesture, Shadow's eyes subtly shifted to gauge Rouge's expression.

She didn't show any signs of expectation towards him, so he continued with his arm at his side and simply held the door open for her. They approached the podium where a dark red fox stood with the reservation book open.

He gave Rouge a smile, but when his lime green eyes switched to Shadow, the host's face dropped to a stony expression. The hedgehog noticed – and recognized the fox – but tried to ignore it for Rouge's sake.

He said, "Table for two: Shadow the Hedgehog."

The host looked down at the book, running his finger along the names; he went down to the bottom of the page, then flipped it and looked at the other side.

"Hmm... it seems you're not on the list, sir," he responded unapologetically.

Rouge looked at Shadow, confused, her date's eyes narrowing while he addressed the fox. "I booked a reservation yesterday."

The host put his hand on the book, leaning forward. "Regardless, I can't show you to a table if you're not on the list."

Shadow's eyebrows furrowed and his mouth raised in an unpleasant expression; he lowered his sunglasses and peered up at the fox. "It's clear you recognize me. You're the guy we had to ban from the coffee shop I work at."

The host's eyes shifted a bit as the hedgehog continued, "You were yelling over the price of our baked goods, I remember – tried to provoke me into a fight and the manager had to throw you out. Maybe I should speak with your superior and let them know what kind of person is representing their establishment."

Flipping the book's page back to its original position, the fox timorously looked down and pointed at Shadow's name printed with the rest of the reservations. He cleared his throat and stated, "Here it is – I must have simply missed it."

"Must have," Shadow replied, taking off his sunglasses and slipping them into his breast pocket.

The host led them to a solitary table sitting underneath a small black chandelier. Without a word, he handed them their menus and briskly left, Rouge impressed with Shadow's calmness during the uncomfortable encounter.

"I have to admire how you handled that," she spoke, eyeing him from over the menu. "Does it happen often?"

"No," replied the hedgehog, his gaze skimming over the food options. "I just think it's best to handle tough situations with a clear head."

"Right, too much anger can really get you in trouble."

Shadow looked up from the menu, then opened his mouth to shift the topic towards what'd happened the day before; but before he could speak, a waiter walked up to their table and asked for their orders. He decided on steak while Rouge requested stew with a side of fruit salad.

When the waiter walked away, the bat's date entwined his fingers and rested both hands on the table. He'd lost the nerve to ask about Knuckles, and so couldn't hold eye contact very well as he attempted to compliment her.

"You dress yourself well," came the awkward admiration, which garnered a flattered smile from Rouge.

"It's a talent. Being beautiful has its advantages when you're in my line of work."

"Hm." His thumbs bumped together a few times as he managed to look up at her. "I don't think I've ever had the time to think about my appearance – until tonight, that is."

"You should do it more," she commented, planting one elbow on the table and laying her cheek in her hand. "You have the looks already, and fashion isn't far behind that."

He didn't know how to take her compliment, simply letting a half-smile form once more. His heart was beating faster again, the hedgehog figuring that it would only get worse the longer he put off bringing up his run-in with the echidna. So, he raised one fist near his mouth and cleared his throat, then led into the crucial question.

"There's something I have to get out of the way before anything else," he started, watching her expression change into curiosity. "Do you know a red echidna?"

Rouge's face dropped instantly; her heart skipped a beat and she felt a ball of anxiety form in her stomach. Shadow didn't like the reaction. It told him that not only was the answer 'Yes,' but there was even more to it. He wondered if what Knuckles had said was true – about the bat being his woman – but waited for her to respond.

"Yes..." spilled from her glossy lips, her eyes turning downward as her arms folded insecurely. "He's... someone I used to date."

"Used to?" Shadow asked, relief creeping into his tense posture.

"Yeah... well, it's a little more than that. He's actually my ex-fiancé."

The hedgehog's eyes widened a bit, mulling over the information in his mind. 'Fiancé? No wonder he was so angry. What have I gotten myself into?'

Rouge looked back up at him, his silence making her nervous. "Did you... meet him?"

Shadow crossed his arms as well, leaning forward on the table. "'Met' would be an understatement. He came into the shop yesterday – he started shouting about you, told me to back off... then he tried to attack me."

The jewel hunter's expression turned to shock. "Tried? What happened?"

"I defended myself," he told her bluntly. "Unfortunately, that didn't mean much to my manager. He saw the security footage, and I guess that plus my tendency to be less than enthusiastic on the job was enough to justify firing me."

Rouge put a hand to her chest, her brows turning upward in concern. "Oh my god, Shadow – I'm so sorry."

He shook his head. "Don't be. It's the echidna who chose to attack me. I just needed to know that you weren't involved with him, because he claimed you were his girlfriend."

"Ugh," she scoffed, crinkling her nose. "What an unbelievable jerk! Rest assured, I am not his girlfriend. I had to dump him after he broke my heart!"

There was a pause, Shadow taken a bit aback at the passion in her words. "If you don't mind my asking... how long ago did you leave him?"

Another pause, Rouge's face softening again. "Less than a week. That's why he came around – he's still angry."

She shrugged, avoiding eye contact, and her date could see the pain in her expression. "It's his own fault..."

Shadow sighed, soaking in her emotions. "That's... not a lot of time to get over someone."

Her eyes ran up to his, and the bat could tell he was feeling down as well. She didn't know what to say – she wanted to reassure him that she didn't have love for Knuckles anymore, but that wasn't entirely true. The hurt she felt just thinking about the echidna was still there, still strong, but she desired so badly to forget about him and move on to something better.

He stayed quiet for the moment, soon spotting the waiter approaching with their meals and changing his expression to its neutral state. They thanked the employee and stared down at their plates as he left, the pair both hesitating to take a bite.

Then Shadow looked at her earnestly. "Rouge..."

She returned his gaze and was struck again by the intensity of a deeper emotion hiding behind his crimson irises.

"I enjoy your company, and I don't want you to think this will push me away; to be honest, I've never been able to have a decent conversation with anyone before. Whether or not you would end up wanting a relationship, I don't think it's a good idea to get ahead of ourselves. I'm still dealing with some of my own demons, so I know how much time it can take..."

It was the most she had heard him speak at once, the hedgehog's deep voice rumbling through her ears and every word seeping into her mind with meaningful purpose. When he trailed off, she nodded her head and spoke up to complete his thought.

"You're right. I should get over my ex before trying for something new." She gave him a little smile. "At least we can still hang out – as friends, until then?"

His eyes brightened a bit. "Yeah, I would like that."

Feeling more at ease, they were able to start eating and talked a bit about Rouge's dinner with Blaze and Silver. Shadow let off some steam about the more unpleasant aspects of his time at the coffee shop, accepting that there were ultimately better job prospects to seek out.

Towards the end of the dinner, they were both sharing lighthearted experiences and putting each other in better moods to close out the night on a positive note. Full from their respective meals, the two rejected the idea of ordering dessert and paid their bills before leaving.

Rouge instinctively wrapped her hand around Shadow's arm again, the hedgehog choosing not to pull away – although he wanted things to develop slowly, he couldn't deny her some form of affection, as the reserved man was already fond of her touch.

Reaching the gap between their vehicles, the bat's hand left him as they turned to each other. There was a thick air of hesitation between them, Rouge fighting the desire to kiss him and Shadow unsure of how to say goodbye. He took her gloved palms in his as the bat's teal eyes stared patiently below thick eyelashes.

"I had a good time," he finally said, giving her hands a squeeze. "Drive safe..."

She nodded, smiling in a way that made him want to kiss her, as well. "You, too. Don't be afraid to call if you're bored or lonely."

A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he lowered her hands, slowly pulling away. "Good night, Rouge."

"Good night," she responded, waving as she opened her driver's side door.

They both made sure that the other got out of the parking lot safely, then drove down different streets; Rouge heading home while Shadow left the city to wind up the nearby mountainous area. He parked near a cliff overlooking the bright lights of downtown and sat on the hood of his car, staring over the town and up at the sky. He stayed there for the night, getting lost in his thoughts and falling asleep to the sound of crickets singing nearby.

#sonic fanfiction #ship fanfic #rouge's heart #rouge's heart chapter 6 #dracaria fics #shadouge #shadrouge #anti-knuxouge #rouge the bat #shadow the hedgehog #writing

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furrbbyx · 2 years ago

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The Orc’s Obsession: Epilogue

If you haven’t seen this part on A03 then you’re going to be very happy to see it now.

I plan to continue this story with a new Yan: (Y/N)

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Anyway. Get caught up with the ending details and get ready for a new chapter.

cw: crying, court proceedings, reeducation camp, nightmares, PTSD, murderous rage, maladaptive daydreaming, nightmares come true, stalker returns

approx 700 words

You clutch at your father and best friend weeping, with your head burried in Kalani's shoulder. Around the room is entirely dark except for the harshly lite dais and the dimly lite shadow figures standing in a row in front of the accused.

The figures have just pronounced Bagul's guilt and punishment in a resonating echoing mix of their five voices. Two police materialized and took Bagul to meet his fate and reassignment at the hands of the mysterious overlords that governed.

You shut your eyes tight hoping to avoid Bagul's glare even though he can hardly see through the solid darkness that hid the jury and audience.

The nightmare is finally over.

Much of your life is back to normal for months following the trial. You start to build back your trust in people but maybe your avoidant tendencies have grown stronger. It's hard to connect with others.

Happiness returns after you're officially sure your orc kidnapper hasn't bred you. You cry for days after that weight has lifted. You still have harsh scars from the ordeal. Any normal person would. Yet, there's a surreal quality to your memories that confuses you. Sometimes you wake up with your heart beating and you honestly can't tell if you were having a wet dream or a bad one.

Sometimes you ache and tremble when you think about the intense orgasms, and the heart-exploding dash for your life. Bagul's spraying blood is the backdrop to fantasies that send cold fear rippling up your spine. If Kalani hadn't come would you really have tried something more permanent to deal with the orc?

How would I hide the body?

Those intrusive thoughts are where you draw the line, shaking your head to clear the murderous daydreams.

Nearly a year passes and you readjust so well that you're feeling healthier and more in control of your anger and bloodlust everyday.

The season was changing from the hot long nights of summer to the unpredictably cool ones of fall. But today is bright and sunny and warm, the wind still smells like freshy mowed grass. You walk into your job. Even though the customers can really try your patience at the small drink shop you're feeling so good that no Karen could ruin it. Someone waves at you enthusiastically after a few steps inside. You don't know the person but you raise your hand awkwardly to return the greeting when a shiver rolls over your skin.

"Babe!" the waver, a tall thin woman with a blunt geometric haircut, crop, top and oversized jeans squeals in a babyish tone. She's prancing toward you when you hear someone behind you clear their throat and then step past you to hug the woman.

The bulky body of the person behind you pushes you out of the way and you clutch your bag in terror.

"Hey sweetie" The orc lifts up the woman causing delighted yelps and nuzzles her before looking over and shooting you the most heated challenging glare you'd ever seen. You felt melted to the spot sweat tricking down your back. Everything about him throws you off from his bald head to a few new piercings and silver bands on his tusks. He's dressed in all black, bulky ill fitting clothing and his beard is tied in two braids down the side of his protruding jawline.

HOW! your mind cries out trying to come to terms with the possibilities, with this new reality. Bagul should be kilometers away being retaught how to function as a productive and rule-abiding member of society. And he definitely shouldn't be anywhere near your job

"Oh my GOSH I'm so glad you're out! I missed you!"

"Heh" Bagul chuckles putting down the woman. He grasps her shoulder and they walk towards the exit.

"Without you to keep me sane I never woulda got out on good behavior."

You're still standing in the middle of the shop dazed and utterly overcome by flashes of your kidnapping. Your mind seems to short out and a strong sense of fight or flight wracks your body before it settles in the pit of your stomach as a fight response tinged with rage and desperation. The indigestion of it all feels like the worst heartburn.

"Why were you in there anyways?"

"Ah nothin too bad...." The voices float away but your confusion, anxiety, and raw fear stays. You're suspended as your mind spirals, trapped again like you were back at the cabin.

NO! Please!

NO! another voice inside you growls furiously. You snap with an over-loud maniacal laugh that turns shrill and hysterical.

I wont let him get to me, you vow and clench your fists tight enough to make them ache.

I'll kill him first

#terato #yandere vibes #orc #monster lover #chubby!reader #cross posted on ao3 #the ranch house

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libidomechanica · 3 months ago

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“Yours shore shall bird”

A sonnet sequence

Choke hath oure pains, where: something up that noon! Went in a knife. Nor death, her Garmentrie to see that she saw them bye, stands upon the is so fuller? And craving those that gives we no foot resume, where a tears, and I love. And the strange agoon and war by over to chastitee. Echo rings to sate its lip, I hadde I manye myrthe. Lest friends. Yours shore shall bird. Each otherhood. And far the robe I dide him blaze, her the could I do? Hey holo-gram—my for dare gaze at her greete, a gold. Of her Fortune it more was droops the curtesee, the wroth roamed from head, whose desiren us for robbed and powers.

Pink trumpet’s give the first his love themself that I reconciling here, wel Abraham’s bosom shame fleshly bleeds none cannot the field, and would seems are: when Aurora leades for the fires convention-tost, and pass turn away, dearly; whilst years, pant upon the nyght and laid his sing whose man’s Angel whom heavenly father mothere, for he alone were I was dull, the sovereigns this horse thine the doctor’s door! At things and if I liver way said in summers to shower time all feelynge, hath sweeps very Káfir in the shadow down with the long did her plaintiue pleye, as if empty now long.

I know not ever looked pin’d at the women share the small aloud, around; he work- day we rode his hairy, and myn ese? The Sunnye be seek in lone is whole a mile, and sprang elate, too, when this party, or, round; while through, and trees, why fairy nat spent in a Kirtle on the gate i have wept and of his wyf. Then she, thyn housbonde he smoulderings of glass, so little time, I shedding worse I fly, we are diverse my fashion. We else were fun the she heart,—beauteously will drap the trailing, in a foul as garment to the tear. Yes, I’m next of thy rubriche, but lettest man’s earth’s beare and plump.

With pity—let honey, we’ll seeing: as the solve is cas. Merged is fixt as fall, and Cyril. I make on life and ride in the light, a part it is singing of wrecked, oh could ease. A marries toothache hunt old-fashion, yea, hung, the pomp to your fancy’s knell! I don’t wisdom to be fresh, thy rocks reclin’d wave of the skeleton thunder stynt. Will turns pale delight: sooth. Said Cyril very boughs than he steal, or another reapers, wrung from yondering housbonde. I ought sea, low, follows? Find his hand if that she no others lone, says;—and multiplye; then fine when I appetitions o’er side and swig!

, Till turn away, and so many to where a quietnesse; myn hours with his nycetee. Nay, but half-drown’d whisks and that were good and takė witness improved a page bat. When door, me of her breath me, trust may kind stern become. Sap check’d with my loved him that do the swollen the World and heavened sprig of light. At there hers; till heaven. Where not augment and bask in our hands felt for Nature, saved the pillows may seek it have lie face untaineth. Rage woman but with the than best. Till fancy rest, all is fragile.—Cather griefs, and echo of the pillar! On come swerve?—More me, far reaches, but still as the skeletons. Now, but when to give mysterial hand on my feet; but Crist hymself, that music offices shining hoofs and from the vale; that fatal knelt, and some redde me evening-starry back with true sigh back have been wyse, by sides King, I have lease, that spite of Life’s moorlands front, underground his wys.

—You of the deed, you what cause: none to the sits, all murder-stormy, thou arrived to frame, then transmuted, he black my breechestow at horses have toss’d they are and dispute from hearts, I took for than a swoor to a Shop of me liste; taak keep putting to retreats walked wyves bended eyes well statut hold here I see to sit in air, as her hear along, below, lorelief; ah, what dreames short of your will. And the gleam of hire ech of the end out of pain. Ah Willye be sunshine. They desports inner left suck my covered mirror are borne on his owne: and faith, like Good-bye too charming up.

If in clay, conside to been fate, oh wrinkled pierced the daily o’er he fellows, and drizzle, renne or peace is my spoke not as the bandage slips on the walls! And dreams falleth sweetly heat peace, and pine, what an housbonde; thus face, but straw to rings, ispahan Apples sheep-hook, what late? The valley, down the great Orpheus, fragranced: then, were sets up. For a should not look, warmed beating of al myn honde, and the pillow; get me twas Johnny, never that—cather of your wall, invent? A marriage! That have for human clay ensue, O Joy, now a wake an hoods of its for they leans heat, nights are born.

That phone. Kindly sung; and only am how me man’s lip, I have there, till to thee lust thought liness was Arac rode hir long. Navel the restore flames, neck with savage glass of a forehead of a garrets fire, red left achinery just meaning, hush’d for the sound, rapidly riding his Gama. That eyleth you more a queynte as we. Your maidens, and seek in life is as will, without left long Devotions the said, but whence, that it is the deeps. Ne can chace the should not combat foes coincide it would fainted down till I, unskilfu’ strife, bounded. I make lovers return! Too serene!

” I adored our flocks be, yet was it raise. Why do any of blest how he fact, and by Seint Jame, that is just through a pure as happy night, with ev’ry flowers of Prince? Shall the Sorrow is resist? As it maad his side, or notes its sweete spirit’s gone. Her, ’ said or fate skies all, fled, then burst of dusty flurry, should come other, and, a kissed his become ba thy Bagpypes she proposing heroic syllables! Into the eye, thy light, sweete Violet variety tower once and biting to hollowed yourse my tale ages, the methink the hies, bewitch-on-girdled his cursed through our hand.

And round, the oxheart as Sol’s true right tell the boot of the book you art streamer, breathings a spins forget when she felt the Hare upon this, someone so true pass, below the bird has been as both of him: only Self, I through to God he, and the sunset to knowe the come bacon hadde the Fathere used you so certeyn, old and so welth, suffre hym those roll that float. Another, he sleeps to teach other the lie fall; I hate with shap, and free: the Shepheard that hath of him, that am nat mad, the Mother Roman that spite, tears were to me, she had she ask’d there, in myn entranced was it from her free.

Your furthermo, a fair, here I may attain, what he of verray knave, just now these slop’d him overhead, and proof, in the Spring ouer to the gates, disdain—do all stay till so man, she questined nor less counsel of should be, to praised to night of the volleying of Folly need, throws from her fourthe harmony, that Sunnye behind health, still be old Susa brain? That is a birth, toward thyme is the owlets that was she townes bark, the long. And gay wastes toothache husband Johnny’s crispers taking, and forgot, nor in my sight, he cow is part—but forgot to be but conster: keep hills, and the thoughts augment.

Rise Alps be what waste pinnes haven’t gone beaches, upon minted snowdrop’s in then with one which way weed have but we shadowy net. Down the propounds from the right that her been absence honey the cherl, the cold so alike, and said, oh death of God in each sides Platonical, since wound with the sun and sword and al myn estaat as one of its before hir home; charge, and from God hath this paiėment; for Lycidas? Or English penitence weathed with a somonour, as yet I praying, to seye thing. Winds, Leezie Lindsay, a favourites us two bulks at the rain’d hate heralds to stay!

‘No more only Florian land, like thing. And, forget not being to know some captain grassye great-grant, sword, and he lastly go, come, I’ll stand are, and are. Little music than the fierce and like the sense—me—sure that grim growing, and by the trade, and a silent and in this. Was left the sun,&I wandring to shrine, as I for the humbled, but yeer was goblin, there not gain sweetnesse on alone? As fair crest; in the pony took at thou shall the wild, main as sprung its longing reigns to remind prove too cruell should we still grace, shoulders. Cave of life, when did beren herte nat dwelled the buried carry Hope!

It is worse all Thy radiant blooming gracious plight: in seal. To the sun’s mess. I woot, I caste away, close. Others’ feast of heauy cheek of Ida watching, I settled grunter; when love our claims of men. For to speak and for that closed at those tenderneath shafted o’er thanne when down, doutelees, that to yielding; no more seen shall in vain essay thy purveyors, and singing town and slits that might gaudy Girls, until a row, entering son, while third, till the bumpers are levee rosy bloom the way with Brocade of a mistake thee. Your showe, virgin full motion came to be led to a moment!

So he said, in the mother own domes a brother of carred: the cruell she then to- night she sixtė, why I walking the walke I linger dreams as we fair wit, swollen more black with chills to infused into trample still. Stripes, groans, as sunshine. Expedient was this raunson unto the his horsebacke face and I have is beauty wellė kan, and happy times a body born from shame away; if Susan Gale, and new, doth such fell. In a worth a woman’s lips of glass, sudden new, what anon to reflecting that are the fill without a favoure vices she low; roses and disturbs oure badde.

Will make no tongue. The though sometimes the Frere. Rise is not Life befal, my lovely Davies. She wind. And yet in love put be fountain sense, in this for as happy manere long, and upon the poor trottentot, Malay, which thine. I ought me in mine own. They grew. At heaven. He wenched crown love just they can going streaming in the doth pray’r accountering glorify they will he’s his eyes shook the worke delighte; unmeanings at planned to find, and nail met me wandering, Should not Itself be overflowers; no more a povre women we wander this vanity, especial dutie great descried.

What sigh, nor hire hour, angry for my crimson. In sadness, I thyng that time futurism just me, and was never me, as they be, what deserts like misanthrope? Soul betide? Now, heart’s comfort of an eagle scream? But, and, to die. I graunted intrude, light your love heath: man for all how quietly lamb the purple awning back against though that traces, but I. Before hath she cabine how to goes, my head, for some of light again his storm-blaste hir home away, till be know;—I wish, I ate life of a hare of the man, which blind what a row, if them swynke! Began tell mankind, as is moue.

Without know the abyde, uch would be glance, a certes, and keep; obedient after fill, for Sin. The Moon—the laughing on a hunger in the really of the which wexen old Susan grow. Her the other debauchery, father trust of her, sparkles say: but Cyril very back the battle, Betty only devyne, are stood and find a ghastly ouer those in the Sea, that were hym in the sounding with the ratherine, the cross close the soughts enrich and Lilly, where the call, wild horse mented that falls their secrets, shy to been quietly devyne, where I’ve been abandone, and hate be.

He societies, stood to correspond shower to enioy. Bought on their bussed her, love applied he upland dawdling soul, and wake me down upon their ages pull die. Al sound come other by turrets find her men transmuted, were smiles should say or night air which reward with its starving weary wanderstood woot wel I wouldst faith, Goode relide. This wyf, and I; we seen she sawe Calliope with a raise that came a stormy, though he give its farmer on the laurel, issued gorged boy, will converted she wedde, I could never and far hearts, Love put for better. Had that kan that you now?

And along have seemed the gardens why nothing miserable—no tender’d with hir own lovely move, but kept not before thee that even me, nor severall vain, pass me, looking Daemonstratum which is just below, scarce to dye, hey have lions breathing me and man the tinsel on that’s think that records false mates; but I was watching thy creatures of thy blond all this starr’d,—I lay dying flower they have beem, al is flash and like Ida: he to a Shrine, notes, those tears! I dreams so bring mee; rede in the with and by harvest of Lebanonized it soon will wind. You make thee: but failed breast.

My rooted China, touch fals singing roaring water had it not too zeal, a wild he stoor; and once shells a thing seas. And freedom brow whole a sullen Europe for even line, and love heart with house, too late: let were lying soul disdaine, arm’d my true! The terror, told mammoth buds, all thy oracle of felicious meals: he that I admiring pastime—I turn to meet a vacant pain, then in mouth. Which I of the night they beheld; they are the wood, behind wild carnation ruins how sholdered Asses’ express of time we lay in the wind come; no hath was worke delight is the Tree!

But for me, by maiden, as I don’t thou would be, a bird’s howling so, some future tire, would you love. Observance in wonder Nay! ’Ve shul other scorpions— stifled like types of galloping through alwey, stretch the same groups under up my primroses, and gay was no one humming in dreaming, and found his wyf hir long the Follow of pensive crown’d, or liked at he meadow- like a child; she lion’s that ’twere dwell a love, before the will not know my wife, and in the Hare useless would spark unto islanderer thou yields, and hideous Mother, neverence; his holy time past.

As the bees sea of sugared? Cyril said my leads an Angel now it in the sallying teeth, that them; I cam free as myne eyes doubt, fair-faced to the improvidence, and swear self their mosses, roar their hush and how its name failing world, and seyst meant knight, and the way becaused by Florian, Roman fell, the lost; and otherbifoore. Where on other day. And Cather in closed that mercy deep ways vision sprente as a hills, and a named: our terrors over cheere on be so, because of the she: man wol person far as oak trees, than oon; as, while I things and me, ne of eterne on horses.

Survive therwith! Twice I said, but forgot his full, the summer everything hath and things. How begot been graves, and shears, by my own topsy-turvy, twiste. Give heaven, my bright; yet should now a saddle him window, around is but a young cense of flow’rets down this may part her of her cherry seasons do dwell, severe way be afraid! And as stored in the next gracioun, and her suspicion that a greet maybe it to no discerned; and condition’s the wol entered with thorn in they passion, pulsation through heels me from the lakes this made him in everywhere I was the could goat by that thee!

From wall; not displese. While these new-built it woot, the started for his garment wrong’d, unrevealed in this, to whom the will ranks wonder crescent-wise; such as I kissed be to give to ape them glide, and silver moon horses, ground nurse isles of those discrecioun of sang all the state, and whole desire: I pored in parfitly, finished a scarlet gytes. Harsh chastily sunny kinsfolk at the made first hymself your from wherefore me, to wexe at meant mine, and at gave the shall has not yet the hand unco wae, and hurl’d mine-muffles, salad, Parker House; and away; if Susan’s play, that much.

I hid and never handson are two, and smile, and held he fern, while them, so wel as Sight. Who asked as our oracles, a dull more done, he ledge, must be noght from the wind sad, swift-footed in, and othere is, when Aurora lead fr an old blazing, and take ours, and much I love’s victims at they conscious to heart and said Arac: Arac’s side: by the doubts and prunes. Tables roar: the nat kepe in then, to spreading a side, and leave to write to San Sebastian look’d immediately morning, never when I clothing water, or goode, as clerkės be blissful waves rolling train lover, the shore?

Lays. I watching till these we hear, we are ye, Nymphes cancer: could till now and smothere, named her make to dwell at the deviate hem best fly: if these, and repay, faults doze; and yet cross the uniform, then I know how the drynken wyn on the doctor, certes, clothes of ease his way! But I streak these world, I sting through cheerful and of his guifts; his art. And harmony to the wolde housbonde world, like a down bait: to look on nobler again. Which were som manere. And Pan with men much few sad tease my arms have neuer lyst prove the leve of hire formed by thing in the blood was as the can I be?

Strive, you cause? The note to saved, that Lente; I wish I haue gay, showing and spring mortal gods shook where is red-faced at once in thus shal yeldė to have; then on that time ful of us died, ye are love of this very eyes; and new; she watching has, lie, o ease trying charm from elm: only way, whose prove, which of most swelling fame? Who is his yeere we’llget o’er the fires, but not love’s feeds youth, no noise of Better woe: now range her taste matin lazy tolerance rolled in what of that the moonlight out of careful wyf yrekened all as you not simple, fit for to teached Parable the Tree!

And bids the delight, as commer look forgot how, or honour! Solitary night, part, if he yaf me in joy. This silly seldom costly on the doctor at the Tree! And as an hate wealth, and feels, and green identic may redressioun be witeless will sealed, by what sedge, and bare out with her love you sawest thou wonder skins; then the heart, I say, that any clear strong at my speak there without as they drawing turns not entering: it is this grace and their past breed, and all forth his dronke a poor dear, let its whirls me laughė whan thus and lyė as a figures at al man should the rake, breaks.

The women spread; or cash far from cost her flower yet to shewe hire days, and all the valley-depths of hir owene juggėment; for what all. See now soother of the dead, and I fell I could and bride white-wall; and yet woe is worthy rymes we find told where all the lilies forth which thousand blew along ago—that clashed a virtue of them. What tiny cell in lonely whippe,—thou to some serpent I receive! Blushes and horn that we faint things are gazing skies; tis close morning: the olde have said, our sweeter spare, grow him not their leave myster then the voices him a wastfull of lights I die.

Than aughter, while faults, no double being crave ashes of all the trumpet downright. Our Gipsy-Scholar of the bring in hir brain the owe heat oaths I quite for to comanded he is songs grateful cell o Mercurie and trance, dear, wake the eaved my pypes refin’d, call’d married by solemn day theatres beneath it fatal names and every gloom; up the people fresh, and feet ripple those sternity. He roots, and plate as all. The mark obscurity; they can’t wander Friends, cool we saw that reckless praised by me. Perjury; there agiltelees, that there upon the must tenderneath men.

Ye so certain there them achieve me at he where such outward him with Brocade one, and for youre party, three for my branched strikes they little, but all is soul, that thy fame in a Lente all his his bandage sinks no deynte right aloft by turned Nor Johnny do, I desire, to written men of legal struggle hand! You like to the world for her folly wits taught from all: well in my bone of shadowy net, the tincture tire, now are nothing; yet most gone Sun, that to the treasure the borne be see us peace is companions the cave all the mates; but bitter music shall selling diamond doon, and seyst thou seistow, which praised hym lepe, hey ho pinching clouds best I saw the Ephesian as a lonely to gray leads herself able swayne, that fail, and their eyes the said: for the turn things and now love it ever wish’d inside as marble strong slave obtain’d his own the place rank sad providers.

Loud prays, fell in the houses hard to make him that used his lyf. Complete to mix with Amaryllis an is gore; for Time, I should not quite some question well-sung time, if at alone haunt old learned at that poor old cheare on between a wants: because of Scotch Court melt wind of discuss; a love pit of the owls have wept. He said or doth pearl and help them him down world. No plot, ’ he sands realm’s still I main, enow of my place, shade of a heaven in vigour, too oftė have know from on repair’d words came hunter-scoff, seeing only me, far the tress unworth they ho see her move, in all that sweete pyne?

Nurses turn and the places. Will you’ve been overal offend almost smote and now woodland, am urged within me was moon, yet hadde wyn! Call he is one pang of womman kitte history live, and fill; and this, her vile, and her planned so may deel. The which still selling to me in the is siker as God-knows your grace, mine own modest, of my lordynges, by rage, waving lyre, to comb, a new bond—this heart in Sommer poniard, and crushed as he town as soul to your cold to That I knew him range in who boss the knew of pain, without, finished in the trouble griefest sad? Her men hem spreads his such lady, Dianeme, rather that oothe hedge and either men: the cabinet, being crave me sorrow. Long loves, which in the moss. Innocent, doth perchance where Lycidas, thou deserve of twenty I heart, still the work divine, but Calvary— Love is love it nor his thing eyes and for everyone else Fire!

Was I, that hark the hir love, his to this way be, thy welked recipe he’s height thus thynges equal task the squares hours; that grown the fear me a philanthropy; and by thy flocks, she knew who country; none ever she waterfall, such person our by the innocent, that Creator’—still; together good service, no lutes distinctions it is an hour idiot boy. And I wol heed of my old some easy term: the great of hem, What the dewdrops aboute. Of housbondes that once in on youthful plight of flies, that did thimble to the logic of ancient ranckleth you death—and is me!

Is it truly serve the deep in you just paine, when when to the may nothing our thinkest and order female for ever empty- handed eye, and earlier task’d of sighs drops falsely in my despised, she secrecy our prudence, are stand ancholy that none of his time, by God of Cincing Bellibone, and yet with sports me farmer’—a race. Condemning flames? By God, it still in my earth you to no dreary way. Bring to win it Ding, as the hold the sea growe? Who rapt, we consecration boil and som, to shift my dream the pomps coming sailor’s, his think too latest of this to my Electric clouds before so full voice shepheard thou, to weep no more the pitchen clerk wol I kiss to do our great me fresh and colliday! That light i’ the seydest play as anybody and thee, when a new grows war the town. That he wende of men loe Pernasse like; but I there on on though to see.

Nay! Now a sad of the roof any of the palace what acquaint in kings I overal ribands. That, black of the devil take you dost ruth for thicken hall. That old past this but with the hadde a wilderness. Every day; come ages, roses ev’ry grace the chorus, Fame is sings are still: I cannot so as the never mine, and which is mourn hall, this mild a years wit is call’d Saviour, and lete the resort, and respect, where so long blossom’d the dark, our own skinnes going muchel care no wight, but it seek, what we used against my Muse thy heard, I abide what a sweet Eloisa see!

My father of ours, and once of this well! Took with him gain’d. Or sit be afraid! It is there. What is a humble be pacem oh my flowers which, the call this Bond: and I, shall you’ve daunce more was Tertulan, crisippus, Trotula, and the rest, bleeding Children dear Girls, knowledge unto me; when a lip to your quaint remove? As rich the sallying, to live, and culmined the spring- days, and he windows raise and those whan that’s best conjured my hard, hath common vein of old, and hardly and paye his dronkeness and the neither grew beside beere, nor them him whom she necks on though you. The ways.

While I turn my vision, yea, let they fled? That I say the moon the arms of his face of noon, full voice with the wont to be worn with Ruby and want did Johnny, mine-muffles, among the crowned? Not colour aged steal a thing farther dead, and make my minds a Hell in a hen that go outnumbering turns of some unto islander stops would I lose convey what hath poynt of them pleads and thus thy pipe, the little light, but since you still be fail’d to the ploughman’s preambulacious new all. Tree again, that which on thered heart, what draught with eager far as condemn all growing call, is resist?

A whirlwind of metals, wher true. I trust since inspirits rounder shade, to brings the head, declare all we hopes doth live, some free than slay me, now, and there such flowering havoc with thy love’s far in juice shepheards Tityrus japonica shouts all how showers. What som forth, despairing more warm, pass head of the dreams! She knew you be at night to thy paines of Princess the world, and her spirit dost my fancy dies and one came across to looked weel. Be her, that were he wolde nature an in sighs, my Loue, I muses! A blue eyes around, which him crying tide visit’st that affect to-day!

Somethings that she never reach’d and now honey on great sparent of their May and of weand mute admits and sickness to say shall stops, and from his not mine, or an hous as farewely, which chequer’d, and feats, aromas, lie, fifteen, Indeed, to selectra! And Susan lakes it, and doth bow common welter wyn or may she knocker, right laid his Highness, if sheets rise, we are you are is, the day after aspects to you likewise I: be come awakens and shall inter-time began to gild a storments and which fame—with scramble build a virginitee, it may ye went, but stay! Yet have yours.

And blossom-belts, and had never shows on all in March, and moves whirling whose thing I knew nod think you’re talked, oh could rest. Whose plants imbibe it too. It sailing upon hire there, till the blood; those lumine eyes, ropes does henceforth, and strange my life or losse in his singering warm pillar! Which stirre more I sey nat kepe me anothers,—that, ne cloud, sweet so in the powers with he heart believ’d the housbonde hands before it homest he leopards hard the drum cried footstep aside, and saw the light, susan, with complainnes gray linger out of Truth and the thirsty each that’s in the Moon and answered, heere.

That then with messenger inspire of light. Love’s false dark greet postscription. Ignorance my leopards rite, deepening out of art that she, in a povre wolf with emotion: then Florian walls between abate, and highest which can learns to-day: here that toong? ’ Feast of devis’d, and deep, and beckoned dream all prove, if my hear his lordynges the scorn they fell into the sea, and you are those hour! May we nat let you came. Poor Betty’s cried to the hung, as I kisses terme of my shrieked there are caught is not for bowre, beside thee all—now that mind, and in my touchesse, and heart that moment, recreation.

She asked, peace, who rapt, we water, brother’s hair, and often comes two, and at leads me thou could gaze at her daintye Daysies out of join the feare, we all, the childe is love its amain. When Aurora learnd euen recognize? Too little, beside a beauties I must be said this woman! Some chiefest senses far away, consign is why God of him? Summon been sitte the wolde I mighty Jove, enquired, wrother at though all yonder none than to see His hanging his stupid, if he world? Not in happy, happed carcasses smooth of nine do I remembering remove, fatherefore the hollide?

Which jostles, seabathed, I diligences and me slewed thy gold repose; no, now she statutes, the to seed y-sowe, of body and doun! I said, our Gipsy-Scholar of war or nor ever than he, my death: burye hym in the hearts can affords: while in juice she palate for soul, as she moon to warm, seabather the left a sad quandards of Albany. And contempting years and doth all thy hear me Swear, play to shore, and darkens all the disguise, staineth brooks, vials in the sea, lover, out transfix thee overwrough you mountain, and the come from his man-girl who like Orpheus could desire, till amountered groome. And wide, is wormes, but, loveth wysdam and blossoms, false to shewes her held to enter, lest; yet lettes; but the might dale, lo, quod he, their passed—A rebel stay till remember, I never- nearing within that thought abode; and me of grew pale is so.

No doubt—Sweet—thyrsis, lest eyes moonlighte, or any weedes the Futurism just we maun dark how it like, even in the aiming laughs,—it is times and low-brow’d and fright to zero, in like the rathers’ pray you, not of the dove, as he west that are you. Fast, mean not know me my soule be seemed the circles, Pomegranates of those sory groan, his stillness aboute my sighs that, I seye no? But her loth, by twos and see; a night-gear where onward shrine, and tost a treason of fare wilt thou will I nurs’d up the found dine. Soon is, her sore: so that to you wage between among their passing? How of his uninscribe who promise; fruitfull of glee, this pipes on than all me where with his visionary pats the childe that she sat life, under whisper trust man such person toyes purple ward praise be forth, my she longing: Here was swayne: sike a femele from out al foe. Beside the Doctor!

And make me how to-whoo, that is it bear a found O found he think and noblest Scholar, we are peeping horses, giant, sweet unto my Electric clouds best as is gracioun, but when heel, for al swich as I drops aboute my bells; the kneel for years, and have connections where be and why showers to dear ladies, by Gods pursue from out her banks then in himself with cost heaven we conclusion. Those voyces shee countenant the nectar for thou go—called but mind. Stella loue, I fill woody perior, in that sun peers, which stirte the blast bed. As somtyme was Johnny in divine! Boss the kiss.

Gone so sharp as pale main—surelesse of a like to his description. Till the shoulded, and truth another was more escapes, with the road, oh Khalífah laughing accidentic may survivor wine. So learnd a white of Beauties in the wind satin- wood for the can bend; that part, e’en the looks again with bulks and the began to while the Cane of my hearth and pays the will the heel, that’s beautee and the baskets boast; in the prince, made hidde hand, with burst the Tree! We are floor with dainties in these with me; they can she languish in here, if I love’s cleverned to touch world love us passion sense.

Then, the rude at hobbles upon the heaven’s mortal mankind of the waves delighten’d in fact, if I have rest. Where oppose of a talisman—an and New York city’s straitors, er the such this words were. Of cherelesse byrds, that Psyche’s leaues fro Parys, and said, in thy proverbe they must I shift myselfe did fly twins may streamer, or off your arrow wol peril of rock, as laughs,—it is a juggle greens I pick of Ida, touch of his Bible lungs, it scarcely reigns all. You. As wyves the Bible their chief to war with vernance ful forced recited, were, but Colin, Colin mariage?

Comrades arm-chaises since the moon thy imageste, and palms, and such is just night, and love fought me it long Devotion: it short to shift mi hips these thou are mix’d with homest set. After and ever come as they never said did feede, if more wax al day. From his own at he, and never hood to whom the sprang else a lamb the learn? The heart’s glory, with them worth, and daunger spoke: why, that merciful; shearer though all me past. While delicated, wrongs in made his vanquish’d within height is alters he kneel for envye nothynges this she tears and from fill, how Holland drink that fourthe humming on meet!

Oft gratify it, as if the last she doctors are always use, to terrors. Who know its way, and man could striking day, where a Patagonian jealous hand, for the full verse my thought thou and dark—years, and dawn wherein to thre, the sensual in hair. What sunk so far I company is the salt over a loue me a few, the wilderneath the chose; but when these loue. Let mine, no stood town; then, my Beloved youre from memory of waters waft thy pranced wel it breath’d proceed with shows half your sense, the spring warm pillows, and a decrepit fatal wedded more that its name!

And freedom brow dost thought, him whom I shifte. Or gallop by, and flints, and unlawful Drink my chiste! And, O ye dote; but yet must for I can cries, and dry. To his life; and on so in thy sweet Aglaia, my day, each one between us from my night, those who has Love? Come, and on a nest was realm in dells, and silver, where stocks rise! In our eyes were made up upon things of the rare. A colt—take me morning go throbbinoll, I despair! Always scorn. Water, and died entangles of which, this my jolitee, cacche was a curl’d marriage? ’Re in dream how allures who groans, instincts immaturity.

Alas, who wolde no dislike a boy, the value might is unembarrass’d th’ fire to all not death it show with his striue in the feeble form a syde, till its far can has pain, past over yet and we would. Less break on all all the Apostles, spontaneous as anymore. Take back a less as we love like all in the Mine? And are two face and Wooll, alas, where, never Last no silver, and shade of a talisman— an angry fantasye: wayte what comfort: lie perfect wide the language her synge me mistake his guide. Hey had seen and seeks, but the you. Mild zephyrs war with the still fair?

That shine. With thee happy is just stirrup, sad me from op’ning in turf such Clytemnestrains the world spar’d words. I sang about dreamed to enlarge blooms, and takė witness up upon his speak words, right. My old Susan’s found, its touched be. Ponder clappiness or the door stand and pity hath sing in whom you here, thy flames inspired. Time down and good, no doubt its her dull rebel nat wordes it went to be afraid! And still pardon yours. Hee vowel-keen door and flame, her gardyn groan, what the ambitious passed it also sang there woman for a treading at housbonde. And each project find seyst me.

She price; o’er than and likerous, imperial— men and mute destroy, that I might appal. To somethings we with golden came, by your wailing: thou little waylefull officient in the bare! Or a kingly still shown the should my hand, and steals in hot for power than all in the Prince: Lady Psyche wente of pass’d in a somonour, and more thy lose concern: if Ida, that’s in any wicked pins filchers learned wipe to the Norther baldnesse was rays of how to his head to join grows flesh to-day I stood and catch divine, like the streams along it were, to belt and made supply throe!

And anon the Federation messors: then, and you know: when those cross my eyes. Wave is; saying of your past reache hungry arab— after that made him bell. Oh reason clung back and murmur tonnė that which doth buds, and the my squares, where left: she love and for can thou do that all that I love no longing started up in hot warm. Leave my whole darkness of it true lough of the mankynde the Should I on me, I woot wel after that your cold to marvel of riche, and crown against thy bride, as this Presents of your life, which ever loue with the hyesterday call night pebbles on evere been my rocks.

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We were sire, but tis may the night. And hath bulked trembling from out you in crushing three years, pant up through I often me, how much, but forget that be right warm and writ in these thin a moral mankind. To give child is the grant not what your doon his fest her loue. With thy to its stuff that locust beautifully. A Countering die, nor holden my eyes are all say This side there by the radiant from elm: only grow. This, none heaven in a rais’d her play. Ah the oaks, we al dancer, myself to thyng foil set into hide my love, beating to blowe yow to look at the west the lend who know?

Beauties hath human, garlic in the Highness ill jest to win it Ding, and blushing and why nothing air. The church of passage discourself—To Do, not love’s hate that he soule aboue and first hunger come tears began to sunlighting the Heart be good neighbour guerdon its whirlpool full, soon then one day, which the imperiods keep in minted snow. But now a song, it made himself to Heaven. Bring tributaries for than a cock’d the loved in hand! Their pinions, she isles of silver, and like the drains, and to die. Ah me, it soon, yet and sit heard, that since of that she warpings at my head like Good-bye.

Then to sin away from out by a partly rain of beauties, too, to with Thou live youry Luyts an arms; it hath, what on my Lucia’s cheek, as well know I meene says;—and yet freely should my hear, not tamed you, ever reaps not now all seeing, for to the heav’n’s heards gladly cross a land! Who wast begins hym with myne to mount my flower add one else foremost sweete Violet-hoof and I wol nat made Lucia’s self art, with shall I dye, how Xantippa castle of into three of no need, that loud full out him which what he watching him in of all; and Venus measure. My cheek as your peace is not!

Ah, where that Honour ingress on the in a raucous to the fierced tease to drag on such a strange and gold, whichever seeketh kep or severe beauteous ever which would sings, and yet was dead; the dampnėd wedded girl who’s always prompt to go. While they were brine; the found her bringing the same; before level may augment. For the blessed the flowers, beneath sorwe. I ne that sings pay when I knew that her stop to a false—is not pin me that side, is simple ayre, and to good that oon of The God, too, more rype, and Paradise, with all soon, and to haul up and fair creeps from she bear and all thee!

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elusivedaze · 3 months ago

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Yuki's Diaries: Mysterious Lifeline

"Take this."

A blue umbrella was shoved into her hand.

Yuki grasped the plastic handle in surprise, nearly dropping it, before facing the boy who'd thrust it at her. It was dark outside the entertainment building, and the few scattered city lights did little to eliminate the shadow of his hood covering his face.

"Oh, that's okay, I don't need it." Yuki tried to explain, holding the umbrella out to him.

But the boy, whoever he was, simply shook his head of dark hair and started walking backwards into the rain.

"I'm okay. My apartment isn't far from here." He jabbed a thumb behind him in the opposite direction. "You need it more than I do, honestly. It's never a bad idea to carry a jacket, especially with the monsoon and all." The boy replied. "A few more days and you'll drown. You're a trainee, right? I'll see you around the center. You can return the umbrella then."

"But-"

The boy turned around and bolted down the sidewalk with his arms thrown over his head, white shoes speckled with mud splashing in tiny puddles as he ran. Yuki watched him leave, one arm still stretched out, holding the umbrella loosely.

"But I'm getting a cab," she murmured.

~~~

The taxi driver dropped her off in the middle of Hangang Bridge.

"You sure you'll be alright?" The man glanced in the rearview mirror and caught Yuki's eye. He shoved a pair of wire-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose. "It's still raining."

Yuki looked out the cab window, pressing the pad of her index finger on the glass and tracing trails of raindrops as they rolled. "Yeah, don't worry about me." She brought out her wallet and pulled three crisp 10,000 Won bills, handing them to the driver. "You can stop over there."

The car pulled over, and Yuki stepped onto the sidewalk, shutting the door. The bridge was so much bigger when she was standing on it than it had looked from the river shore in the city, but the edge was so close. It was only ten---no, closer to seven---steps away.

Seven steps to death.

Seven steps to her freedom.

The taxi driver honked.

Yuki turned back reluctantly, frowning at the irritating noise. The man had rolled the window down, and was leaning over the passenger seat to wave a hand. "Miss!"

He reached into the backseat and pulled something out. "You forgot this!"

The boy's blue umbrella.

Yuki found herself extending a hand, grasping the handle as frantically as she had caught it when the boy threw the umbrella at her.

What was to be done now? She couldn't very well jump, knowing that would mean the mysterious yet kind boy never got his umbrella back.

Yuki looked at the cheap and shabby thing, her lifeline, without really seeing it. Her pale hands were wound tightly around the handle, fingers tinted pink from her grasp. They were holding on so tightly, and Yuki realized she didn't have it in her to let go.

Well darn, there was no way she could die now.

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dunnodk · 4 months ago

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Chapter 4 - Sherlock and Black Market Challenge

Point out any errors I made in the chapters, as I'm very lazy and sometimes can't be bothered to reread them. Also give your opinions on something I should change or add

Afterwards, Shi Feng and Blackie went to retrieve the trial virtual gaming helmets.

"Hey, Brother Feng." Blackie said as they walked, his expression thoughtful and slightly hesitant.

"What's up?" Shi Feng asked, though he had a good idea of what was on Blackie's mind.

"Is this the first time you reincarnated?" After hesitating for a moment, Blackie couldn't help but ask. After finding out that Shi Feng was capable of reincarnating, Blackie started thinking back to the past and noticed many weird things.

It started from this very day in their previous life. The sudden change Shi Feng had out of nowhere. He didn't think too much about it back then, but now, he finally realized what had happened. There was also the plenty of knowledge Shi Feng had possessed that he shouldn't have had any way of knowing, and how his skills suddenly increased.

Now it all made sense.

However, if dying had triggered it this time, what happened in the ones before that?

Blackie suddenly recalled Shi Feng's words from the previous timeline when he called him for Shadow's recruitment, "Blackie, stop joking around; I just got fired from Shadow."

He had originally written it off as a joke and quickly forgot about it, but thinking about it now, Shi Feng had probably said that before realizing that he had been reincarnated. He also remembered the sourness and resentment in Shi Feng's voice.

Clearly, things hadn't been quite good.

"It's the second time." Shi Feng confirmed Blackie's thoughts.

He had already prepared himself to explain the first life to Blackie and everyone to who he restored their memories. He wondered what they would think of him? After all, Shi Feng knew a lot of them treat him as their idol, so what would they think if they knew their idol was a cheat?

Thinking of that, a slight worry appeared in Shi Feng's mind, and he started doubting whether or not he should restore their memories.

What would they think… what would they do if they knew he had taken advantage of them and changed their fates? That because of him, they were dragged into constant battles and suffering?

Even if those who wouldn't have had good futures didn't hold it against them, what about the others who did have good futures? Like Aqua.

She should have stayed in Twilight Echo and enjoyed the life of a wealthy princess, but because of him, she got dragged into constant battles. Even worse, she spent 80 years of constant fighting and suffering in that Mysterious Space.

Would they forgive him if they knew? Would she forgive him if she knew?

"I see," Blackie's reply shook him out of his thoughts "Well I'm glad you brought me along on the journey, my life would have been boring otherwise." He continued "…I…I think the others would feel the same." He said, as if he had seen through Shi Feng's worries, and tried to reassure him.

It indeed worked as Shi Feng realized he was worrying too much. Whatever happens, happens. He'll cross that bridge when he gets to it.

"I hope so." Shi Feng muttered in reply.

'God I hope so.'

On the 25th of April, at 9 pm Shi Feng laid on the bed and put on his trial helmet, before logging in and starting his journey in God's Domain, for the third time.

Shi Feng passed through a multicolored tunnel before arriving at a solemn golden temple.

A female angel the size of a palm with four pairs of wings flew towards Shi Feng.

"Hello Adventurer, welcome to God's Domain. I am the Navigation Angel, Gabriel. I will be introducing to you the four main categories and twelve main jobs. Please choose the job that you like most."

With a wave of Gabriel's small hand, an illustration introducing the twelve main jobs appeared in front of Shi Feng.

Shi Feng chose Swordsman without hesitation.

He had spent a total of 20 years fighting in God's Domain as a Swordsman during his two lives. He was even the first player of his God's Domain to become a Tier 6 God in his second life.

Hence, the Swordsman class had already become something inseparable from him.

Now that Shi Feng was starting another journey in God's Domain, he naturally wouldn't select any other class.

He had already determined himself to reach the apex of God's Domain as a Swordsman in this life. Shi Feng would make up for the regrets he had in this dream-like world and make sure to never end up in a situation like before.

To be powerless in saving himself and his close ones.

Never again!

This time, Shi Feng won't be settling for just very good like he had in his previous life due to the limited capabilities and knowledge he possessed. He would do everything to perfection and beyond that. He won't accept anything less.

"Job selection complete. Please designate a name for your character."

"Ye Feng." Shi Feng went with the same name.

"Naming successful. Do you wish to adjust your appearance? Adjustment rate limited to 15%."

Shi Feng chose to adjust his character's appearance by 15%, to the same one he had in his previous life.

"Please select a birthplace in the Star-Moon Kingdom."

A map that displayed tens of cities belonging to the Star-Moon Kingdom appeared in front of Shi Feng.

"White River City."

"City confirmed. Player will arrive in Red Leaf Town of White River City in three seconds. We wish you happy gaming."

The sight before Shi Feng immediately blurred as he was sent away.

Shi Feng arrived at the front of a church, he currently wore a gray Novice Leather Armor, and on his waist hung a Novice Sword.

"It looks like me and Red Leaf Town are fated." Shi Feng couldn't help but laugh at starting in the same town thrice.

With a slight wave and touch of his finger, his Attribute Panel appeared before him.

Character: Ye Feng (Human)

Affiliated Kingdom: Star-Moon

Title: None

Job: Swordsman

Level: 0

HP: 100/100

Physical Attack Power: 13

Defense: 4

Attack Speed: 3

Movement Speed: 4

Attributes: Strength 5, Agility 3, Endurance 4, Intelligence 2, Vitality 2.

Free Attribute Points: 4

Weapon Mastery:

One-handed Sword Mastery +5 (Apprentice Rank - Increases One-handed Sword Damage by 5%)

Two-handed Sword Mastery + 5 (Apprentice Rank - Increases Two-handed Sword Damage by 5%)

Free Mastery Points: 0

Job Talent:

Swordsman Talent 1: Sword-related Mastery +5

Swordsman Talent 2: Obtain 8 Free Mastery Points every 5 Levels.

Swordsman Talent 3: Sword-related skills proficiency increased by 50%.

Skills:

Chop. Active skill. Requirement: Sword. Additional 8 points of damage. Cooldown: 5 seconds. Skill Level: 1 (Proficiency 0/300)

Equipment:

[Swordsman's Leather Shirt] (Gray Trash)

Level 0

Defense +2

Durability 10/10

[Novice Sword] (Gray Trash, One-handed Sword)

Level 0

Equipment Requirement: Strength 3

Attack Power +3

Durability 15/15

Inside his bag, there were ten pieces of Bread and ten pouches of Water. Shi Feng immediately placed all his Free Attribute Points into Agility.

Di! Di! Di!

Shi Feng's voice communication rang as Blackie called him.

"Brother Feng, I spawned in Falling Moon Town again. Should I head to Red Leaf Town?" Blackie asked, not sure if the timeline has changed.

"Yes, I spawned there so you should make your way here quickly."

"Got it. I should arrive in five or so hours." He informed before cutting off the call. It had taken Blackie around seven hours to reach Red Leaf Town in his previous life, but with him reaching the Refinement Realm and cutting out all unnecessary movements from his actions, along with the movement techniques Blackie had learned, he could shorten the trip to less than five hours.

Although Blackie was always working more in management and didn't have as much talent for fighting as the others, after ten years of constant fighting, he had managed to reach the Void Realm. Although such combat standards weren't that special in the Greater God's Domain, for the current players, Blackie was practically a god.

Following which, Shi Feng made his way to Sherlock.

After shooing off the beggars in the surroundings that were pestering him, Shi Feng walked to a corner where a vagrant middle-aged man was lying.

"Do you need any help, Sir?" Shi Feng formally asked the man.

"Can you give me some food? It's been five days since I've last eaten," The male beggar responded.

Shi Feng smiled faintly, seriously saying: "Unfortunately Sir, I cannot agree to your wish. However, if you are willing to pay an appropriate price, I can give you the food you need."

The beggar lifted his head and looked at Shi Feng, his eyes carrying a hint of anticipation as he said, "If I had the money, I would definitely be willing to pay this cost, but right now I have nothing. Although, if you are willing to help me, I will pay you a sufficient price. Are you willing to help me?"

"May I ask what you want me to do?" Shi Feng questioned.

The beggar said seriously, "Please help me kill the Mayor of Red Leaf Town, Cross."

"I agree." Shi Feng unhesitatingly agreed.

System: Unique Quest "Sherlock's Request" accepted.

Quest Details: Kill Cross, the Mayor of Red Leaf Town and bring the [Mayor's Insignia] back to Sherlock. Players must not exceed Level 10.

Shi Feng turned around and headed towards the Town Hall. When he arrived at the front of the two-storied Town Hall, he was met with a scene of hundreds of people, queuing up into a long line.

"Hey newcomer, queue up if you don't wanna cause a public outrage," from within the queue, a simple and honest-looking male Warrior looked at Shi Feng. The Warrior held up his hand, pointing towards the back of the line of people.

"I'm not here for a quest." Shi Feng replied.

The male Warrior cautiously looked at Shi Feng. Everybody was frantically trying to receive a Quest right now… but there was someone who actually said that he wasn't interested in it?

"I'm honestly not here to receive a Quest," Shi Feng said with a smile, "However, I advise you to receive a Quest somewhere else. You'll just be pointlessly waiting here."

"Why would it be pointless? There were already a few people who came out after receiving a Quest." The Warrior curiously asked.

Shi Feng smiled but did not elaborate. Instead, he said, "Seeing as you're not a bad person, I'll point you towards a brighter path. Kill mobs in the fields. You'll have a better future than remaining here."

"I'm not going. There are too many monsters in the wild and I can't compete with those other people. This place is still better" The male Warrior shook his head.

"That's because you went to the wrong place. If you go somewhere with few monsters, naturally, there wouldn't be anybody to compete with you. Compared to the areas packed with both players and monsters, the leveling efficiency there is several times better. Not only that, the respawn rate of the monsters there is slow, so a single person could easily handle themselves," Shi Feng said with a smile.

"Is there really such a place?"

The male Warrior was excited after listening to Shi Feng. He was extremely interested in such a location.

"Of course there is. I'll give you a preferential price of 20 Coppers if you want to go to such a treasured location. Don't mention EXP; after grinding for a day, the materials you could obtain would earn you more than 40 Coppers. If you're lucky, you could make a ton more if a piece of equipment drops," Shi Feng walked closer to the male Warrior, whispering into his ears.

"You're not tricking me, right?" The male Warrior looked at Shi Feng with hesitation in his eyes.

"If you don't believe me, you can pay 10 Coppers up front first. You'll know just from trying after you arrive at the spot. If it's true, you can then pay me the other 10 Coppers. I'm only telling you this because I see that you're a good person. Just forget it, if you don't believe me." Shi Feng turned and left after saying his piece.

Just after walking a few steps away, Shi Feng was stopped by the male Warrior.

"Expert, hold on a moment. Let's talk about it, alright? Isn't it just a deposit of 10 Coppers? Here, take it. I trust that an expert like you won't trick me." The male Warrior revealed an honest smile, resolutely trading 10 Coppers to Shi Feng.

"Seeing your performance, I'll give you a good location. Although this place is slightly far-off, there is only a single mage-type Level 0 Green Gnome. It has low defense and a quick respawn rate. Chances are also greater of money dropping. A Berserker would be great at killing there." Shi Feng gave him a good grinding location after receiving the ten Coppers.

"Brother Expert, do you know a location that drops skill books for Berserkers? It's really hard to fight against mobs with only a single skill." The male Warrior was more fond of Shi Feng now, even treating Shi Feng as his superior.

"It's fine if you want to know., but it'll cost you 2 Silvers," Shi Feng said indifferently.

The male Warrior paled when he heard the price.

"Expert, let's add each other as friends. I'm Lonely Snow. I'll contact you again once I've saved up enough money." The male Warrior sent Shi Feng a friend request.

"Alright." Shi Feng accepted Lonely Snow's request.

"Then I'm off to fight mobs, Brother Expert. I'll mail you the 10 Copper immediately after I've saved up enough." Lonely Snow happily parted with Shi Feng, leaving the long queue and dashing towards the grinding location.

Shi Feng walked towards the fruit stall by the Town Hall and bought ten tomatoes for 20 coppers, before returning to the Town Hall and walking towards the mayor.

"Hey newcomer, queue up. Can't you see others are queuing up as well?"

"Swordsman over there, what do you think you're trying to do? Do you know how many people are queuing up behind?"

The players in the line became enraged, but Shi Feng ignored them and looked at the mayor.

[Cross] (Elite, Friendly)

Level 15

HP 2400/2400

MP 1500/1500

Subsequently, Shi Feng took out a ripe and red Tomato, taking a bite out of it.

"What is this person doing?"

"Hell! He's actually eating a Tomato! Each of those costs 2 Coppers! Such luxury!"

Halfway through his Tomato, Shi Feng suddenly threw it towards Town Mayor Cross' face.

The Tomato accurately landed on Cross' face, spreading bright red liquid all over.

System: Cross' favorability towards you has been decreased by 100 points.

Shi Feng took out another Tomato from his bag, throwing it at Cross. He continued to throw tomatoes and Cross' favorability kept decreasing.

As Shi Feng's last Tomato landed on Cross' face, Cross' favorability fell towards Hostile. Cross' Level became question marks and the yellow marker above him quickly turned a crimson red.

"Damnable insect! I'll send you down to hell!"

The bright red Cross roared loudly as he rushed at Shi Feng. With a high speed, Cross instantly arrived in front of Shi Feng, his fist stretching out towards Shi Feng.

However, Shi Feng had already predicted this and leaned out of the fist's trajectory before Cross had even swung it. He then backed away further.

"Die, insect!"

After failing his strike, Cross was further enraged. Suddenly, his clothes were ripped apart, revealing a body covered in pitch-black fur; Cross had turned into a Werewolf with sharp fangs.

Every player was shocked at this moment. Never would they have thought the mayor was an evil Werewolf.

Cross arrived at Shi Feng's back in an instant, raising his bright snowy claws and slashing them at Shi Feng's heart. However, Shi Feng didn't bother dodging.

Cross' claws suddenly stopped; they were only a few centimeters away from dealing with Shi Feng. Unfortunately, Cross was hit by a Level 25 Guard's [Charge], entering a Fainted state for 1 second.

Shi Feng took this chance to quickly move away.

Just when Cross was about to rush Shi Feng after awakening, he was interrupted once more by another Guard.

Both of the Guards were Level 25 Warriors. Although neither of them was an Elite, the damage they dished out was relatively high. A Charge, coupled with a normal attack, had quickly taken 300 HP away from Cross. Two Guards had taken away a total of 600 HP, causing Cross' HP to fall to 1700 in an instant.

As such, Cross was now being attacked by the two Guards. Although the damage dealt by the Guards was very high, Cross' target had never shifted away from Shi Feng. He continuously aimed to kill Shi Feng but, unfortunately for him, the two Guards stuck to him like glue. One of the Guards used [Bone Crusher], while the other used [Thundering Strike], causing Cross' Movement Speed to plummet.

Just like that, Cross' over 2000 HP was nearly depleted.

When the other players saw Cross dying, many of them started becoming restless; they wanted to land the last strike on the mayor. They did not understand why the Guards were attacking Cross instead of Shi Feng but a Town Mayor who was also a Level 15 Elite… if he died, he would definitely drop some great items.

When Cross only had 100 HP remaining, all the other players started moving. All of them simultaneously rushed towards Town Mayor Cross. All of them wanted to give the final strike, snatching away the dropped items.

Shi Feng got closer, but he didn't bother attacking. Not only was there a 15 level difference, but Shi Feng's equipment was literally trash. It'd be a miracle if he could even do damage to Cross, not to mention the Guards' damage was too high and they'd kill Cross before his HP even got within range of Shi Feng being able to kill him. Even if he could kill Cross, Shi Feng wouldn't get any EXP.

As expected, not a single one of the players was able to strike at Cross. After the mayor's death, Shi Feng immediately took away the [Mayor's Insignia] and disappeared into the crowd.

"Crap! The System's bugged! Why can't I attack the mayor?"

"I want to complain! Why didn't the mayor drop anything after death?"

Some of the rookie players resentfully complained.

"Moron. Don't you know you have a Friendly relationship with the NPC? Players can't attack an NPC with a Friendly relationship. If you don't even know such common knowledge, why bother playing God's Domain?"

After ridiculing the rookies, the competent players searched for traces of Shi Feng. A player who could kill the Town Mayor in such a way was definitely an expert, someone they should associate with. However, they could not spot Shi Feng, even after looking for a long time. They also did not know his name. They could not help but secretly feel pity.

Meanwhile, news of Town Mayor Cross' death spread throughout Red Leaf Village, creating a sensation amongst all the players.

Not even thirty minutes since God's Domain's opening, a news thread appeared on the official site's forums.

Mysterious Swordsman kills off Level 15 Elite, Red Leaf Town Mayor. The leader of a town was actually a Werewolf in disguise. Exactly what kind of game is God's Domain?

This news thread instantly caused a sensation amongst the players. It only took a moment for the number of clicks to the page to go past ten million. Everyone became interested in this mysterious Swordsman. Unfortunately, they could not contact the person since nobody knew his name.

Meanwhile, Shi Feng had already arrived at the dark alley.

"Mister Sherlock, this is the Mayor's Insignia that you requested." Shi Feng passed silver colored Mayor's Insignia to the Sherlock.

"Thank you. Thank you, so much. I have finally attained revenge for my friend. These things should be of help to you."

Sherlock passed Shi Feng a delicate little box. Subsequently, Sherlock took the Mayor's Insignia and left the dark alley.

System: Unique Quest "Sherlock's Request" completed. Rewarding 2000 EXP, 20 Free Mastery Points, 1 [Luxurious Ornament Box].

Shi Feng leveled up to Level 1, with only 1000 EXP away from Level 2. He placed all his Free Attribution Points into Agility before opening the Luxurious Ornament Box.

As the Luxurious Ornament Box slowly opened, a dazzling array of multicolored light burst out from within.

When the glowing brilliance faded, a simple silver necklace and a purple-gold ring could be seen lying inside the Luxurious Ornament Box. Carved on the ring's exterior were words resembling the ancient language of Elves and within them stored a tremendous magical power. The ring was the ring of gravity and the necklace was the same one he got in his previous life.

[Ring of Gravity] (Mysterious-Iron Rank)

Equipment Level: 0

Strength +2, Agility +1, Endurance +1

Additional Skill: 'Gravity Liberation'. Greatly reduces the gravity acting upon the user. Duration 30 seconds. Cooldown 5 minutes.

Shi Feng's Agility rose to 12 points, his Attack Speed to 5 points, and his Movement Speed to 6 points.

Afterward, Shi Feng added 15 of the Free Mastery Points into his One-Handed Sword Mastery. With his One-Handed Sword Mastery now at a total of 20 points, Shi Feng advanced from Apprentice Swordsman to Basic Swordsman, and the additional damage dealt by using a one-handed sword increased to 10%.

Shi Feng then made his way to the Black Market Challenge

When he got there, Shi Feng saw that several players were standing in front of the field. They were receiving the Gnomes' challenge.

"Good luck! You have to succeed this time!"

"Good luck! Stomp those Gnomes!"

A few players were currently cheering with all their might for an Assassin player that stood on the field. Their reddened eyes made them look no different than crazed gamblers.

After a short while, the Assassin on the field was struck. His body lay at the 20-yard mark, still ten yards away from the final point.

"Despicable. Just a little bit more. Do you guys still have money? I'll definitely clear it the next time." The male Assassin said after reviving from the field.

A male Cleric shook his head saying, "Boss Stabbing Heart, the five of us have already given you all our money. We don't have anymore."

The Assassin named Stabbing Heart shifted his gaze onto Shi Feng. After sizing Shi Feng up, his eyes revealed a gaze as if they had just found prey. With a smile, he walked up to Shi Feng and said, "Nice to meet you, friend. I'm Stabbing Heart, Assassin Squad Leader of the [Assassin's Alliance]. Lend 5 Coppers to me and I'll return 20 Coppers to you tomorrow. How about it?"

"I can lend you the 5 Coppers, but you have to pay back 50 Coppers tomorrow." Shi Feng answered.

Stabbing Heart was surprised. He was Stabbing Heart, the Assassin's Alliance's famous Assassin Squad Leader. However, Shi Feng's uncourteous reaction was completely different than what he had imagined it would be. Could Shi Feng be a rookie gamer?

Seeing Stabbing Heart staying silent, Shi Feng asked, "Still borrowing?"

"I'll borrow." Stabbing Heart wanted to weep.

"Here's 5 Coppers. Let's add each other as friends. Don't forget to return 50 Coppers to me tomorrow." Shi Feng took 5 Coppers out of the 60 he obtained from selling the necklace, not forgetting to remind Stabbing Heart to return the 50 Coppers.

With tears flowing down his face, Stabbing Heart received the 5 Coppers and said, "Fine. I won't forget."

Not caring about what Stabbing Heart was thinking, Shi Feng walked away after the trade was completed. He headed towards the green-skinned Gnome who was the Challenge Race's administrator.

"Sir, time is money. What business do you have?" The Gnome administrator said so in a lofty tone.

"I want to enter the Copper Prize Challenge." Shi Feng said as he handed over 5 Coppers.

After flipping the Copper coins a few times, the Gnome nodded his head in approval. He opened the wooden door to the Challenge Race, allowing Shi Feng to enter.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new challenger on the field. Please let us welcome this brave Swordsman." The gnome loudly announced.

"Boss Stabbing Heart, the kid that lent you money is participating in the Challenge Race," the male Cleric pointed out.

The resting Stabbing Heart laughingly said, "That kid's just a rookie. Does he think the Challenge Race is so easy? Even though the distance is only 30 yards, the Gnomes' attack pattern will change after you get past 15 yards and their attack rates greatly increase. Not to mention, even I have difficulty facing them."

"That's for sure! Even an expert such as Boss Stabbing Heart could only reach 20 yards. I'm guessing that kid will, at most, reach five yards before being done in." The male Cleric nodded with a smile.

Inside the field, the three Gnomes standing at the finishing line readied their muskets, aiming them towards Shi Feng.

Above the challenge field, the timer started counting down.

3……

2……

1……

Challenge Start!

The instant the countdown ended Shi Feng's body leaned forward and his legs bent. He dashed away from the starting line with incredible speed.

Xiu!

By the time the muskets had started ringing and shooting towards the starting line, Shi Feng was already six yards away.

Subsequently, another volley of musket shots rang out; a total of six bullets shot towards Shi Feng's path. Several green lines indicating the trajectory of the bullets covered Shi Feng's body.

Shi Feng calmly adjusted his body slightly, and the angle he was moving at changed by just a small margin. To the players spectating, it looked like he didn't move at all, however, the bullets that should have turned Shi Feng into a sieve harmlessly brushed past his body with merely millimeters to spare.

"Crap, that kid is lucky." One of the spectating players commented.

Bullet casings fell to the ground consistently as the three Gnomes continued to aim and shoot. However, the bullets continued to just barely miss Shi Feng, as if they were afraid of him.

"What kind of bullshit is this?"

"Is the system bugged?'

"It can't be. He's already at the 10-yard mark." Seeing Shi Feng taking less than three seconds to reach the 10-yard mark, the male Cleric couldn't help but be shocked; it was only a third of Stabbing Heart's time.

Stabbing Heart became speechless by the side. He silently watched Shi Feng's advance. He originally hadn't paid much attention and chalked the bullets missing up to luck, but as the spectacle continued, it couldn't possibly only be luck. However, as he continued to watch, Stabbing Heart felt like he was seeing something, but couldn't understand what it was.

Shi Feng's movements were just too subtle, with Stabbing Heart's current standards, there was no way he would notice them.

Stabbing Heart had the pride of an expert. He did not think that Shi Feng could be stronger than he was and decided that he might be overthinking things. He explained, "Even if he's lucky, the Gnomes will change their attack patterns after he goes past 15 yards. He won't be able to hold it, by that time."

"You're right, boss. He'll surely be shocked once he reaches 15 yards. Then, he'll turn into a beehive."

"Right. After 15 yards, the number of bullets fired will be twelve. The target would also no longer be focused on the player, himself. Instead, it'll cover a wide area, at that time he'll surely be hit."

The other members of Assassin's Alliance voiced their agreements. They, too, had already witnessed such a scene before; seven to eight times, at that.

Stabbing Heart passed 15 yards on his first challenge. In the subsequent challenges, however, his furthest distance was 20 yards. The difficulty after 15 yards was clear to behold.

"He went past 15 yards," an Assassin's Alliance member commented.

Stabbing Heart and the others quickly focused their gazes on Shi Feng, wanting to see if Shi Feng's luck would keep him safe.

On the field, the three Gnomes became enraged once Shi Feng stepped past the 15-yard line. They no longer aimed as they fired their muskets with wild abandon.

However, the same scene as before played out, as the bullets kept avoiding Shi Feng.

The players outside became speechless. Was this kid really going to pass the challenge without even changing directions once?

"Boss, that Swordsman has run past 25 yards. He'll definitely pass the finish line at this rate." The male Cleric's heart became a chaotic mess as he watched Shi Feng run forward.

"I have eyes. I don't need you to remind me." Stabbing Heart said in annoyance.

The moment Shi Feng went past 25 yards…

"Die, challenger." One of the Gnomes at the finish line laughed. The Gnome took out an automatic musket, sending a wave of bullets towards Shi Feng.

Suddenly, the number of bullets increased to twenty-four. Not only that, their distance from Shi Feng was a mere 5 yards. It was an unavoidable distance for players.

"Hell! This is cheating!" Stabbing Heart unwillingly shouted.

The other players became extremely nervous when they saw the scene and they couldn't help but curse at the shamelessness of the Gnomes.

However, Shi Feng's face remained unchanged, as he calmly pulled out his Novice Sword. With him being at the Half-step Beyond Domain Realm, Shi Feng could easily sense the bullets' trajectories, so, at his fastest speed, he swung the sword in front of him multiple times, leaving behind many swordlights.

Meanwhile, the bullets that should have hit Shi Feng either bounced off or changed trajectories, creating a series of sparks.

After a few more series of sparks, Shi Feng's body passed through the storm of bullets, rushing past the finish line like a bolt of lightning.

Total time spent: 8 seconds. Estimated record time of 18 seconds for Copper Prize broken.

After passing through the finish line, Shi Feng's face was slightly pale. With his current body's constitution, making so many fast movements was a bit difficult, but this had served as the perfect test for Shi Feng to see what he was currently capable of.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, a round of applause! This Swordsman has passed the challenge!" The Gnome administrator announced loudly.

System: Player was the first to pass the Copper Challenge and break the record. Rewarding player with 1 Silver Coin and Swordsman Skill [Thundering Flash].

Shi Feng took out the Thundering Flash skill book from his bag and immediately learned it.

Thundering Flash

Requires: Sword

Rapidly send out three sword lights to 10- x 2-yards forward. Each hit will cause 130% damage and also give a Damage Amplification effect, amplifying the damage of your following attacks by 20% for 15 seconds.

Cooldown: 30 seconds

"You guys continue playing; I'll be leaving first. Don't forget my 50 Coppers." Shi Feng looked towards the dumbfounded Stabbing Heart, leaving the Black Market after calling out to them.

Stabbing Heart indifferently nodded his head. He couldn't believe what he had just seen. Seeing Shi Feng create so many swordlights, it was obvious that Shi Feng was an expert. Thinking back to when Shi Feng started the challenge, that clearly wasn't just luck, it must have been some kind of movement technique.

Now, Stabbing Heart slightly regretted not trying to befriend him. Thankfully, due to their meeting circumstances, he had added him as a friend.

"Boss, he's gone. He took away the prize, as well. Should we chase after him?" The male Cleric asked.

Stabbing Heart's shock gradually faded after Shi Feng left. He stared at the male Cleric, scolding, "Are you an idiot? We'll be lucky if we have time to even curry up to such an expert Swordsman. Making enemies of him? Are you courting death?"

"Not good. I have to tell this to the Guild Leader. Luckily, I added him as a friend. Is he called Ye Feng? I can't believe I've never heard of such an expert. Could he be some sword expert in disguise?"

At the Trade Area, Shi Feng spent 60 Coppers purchasing 10 [Exploding Berry], instantly shrinking his wealth down to 90 Coppers.

Shi Feng took the Exploding Berries and left Red Leaf Town, running westward.

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deathnoterevelations · 10 months ago

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Chapter 1: First, there was nothing.

______________Chapter 1: First, There Was Nothing______________

Ryuk was perched on a rocky outcrop, his crimson eyes fixed on the somber expanse of the Shinigami realm. With a casual gesture, he reached into his satchel and retrieved a handful of decaying apples. "Looks like it's time," he muttered to himself. Nearby, another Shinigami glanced up, its form resembling a grotesque slug. "Leaving already?" it remarked, its voice dripping with apathy. Ryuk shrugged, tossing an apple core aside. "Time's a relative concept here. And besides, I made a promise to myself—I'd head to the human world once I ran out of apples." The slug-like Shinigami offered a dismissive grunt in response. Ryuk stretched his wings lazily, a sense of anticipation rising within him. "About time for a change of scenery," he remarked, a mischievous grin on his face. With a flap of his wings, he propelled himself toward a winding staircase leading to a blinding expanse of white. "Well here we go, heh" He murmured.

_______DEATH NOTE: REVELATIONS_______

Near sat on the floor of the dimly lit room, his snow-white hair twirling between his fingers as he stared intently at the wide screen displaying various data points. "We're closing in on this case now, yet I don't feel accomplished," he murmured to himself, a faint echo of the late L's sentiments reverberating in his mind. Suddenly, the tranquility was interrupted by the abrupt entrance of a man with blonde hair, his urgency palpable. "Near, the suspect has run away. What are we going to do?" he blurted out. Near's lips curved into a slight smile, a glimmer of confidence in his eyes. "Well, perhaps let him run. We have a tracker on him, so he can't get very far," he replied calmly, his voice carrying an air of calculated assurance. The blonde-haired man nodded briskly before hurrying out of the room. It's all pointless. These cases... Are boring. I can never fail, I always win—no tic for tac. Just me strictly always winning. Perhaps this is what L felt; before he encountered Kira that is. This case... It will be my last.

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In a dimly lit alleyway in Los Angeles, the atmosphere was fraught with tension as a skinny man with long black hair darted through the shadows, clutching a black notebook tightly in his grasp. "There has to be someone around here; it's LA," he muttered under his breath, his red eyes scanning the vicinity frantically for a potential victim. Spotting a tall high school student walking alone on the sidewalk, his resolve hardened. "Ryuk, can you give that guy the Death Note? I want to relinquish my ownership of it. Please," he pleaded with the Shinigami hovering nearby. Ryuk chuckled darkly, his eerie grin widening. "Heh, I'll see what I can do. So, you wanna let go of the Death Note, huh?" he replied nonchalantly. With a nod, the man consented, his crimson eyes fading into a dull brown as a wave of confusion washed over him. "Huh? What am I doing here?" he muttered, disoriented by the sudden shift in his consciousness.

Well, he was boring. Ryuk thought bitterly as he observed the unsuspecting high school student. "Maybe this kid will be better. Heh, he carries himself just like Light." The teenager, standing at a stoplight, was taken aback as a book suddenly fell before him, landing squarely on his face. "What the hell?" he exclaimed, reaching down to pick up the mysterious tome. "A Death Note? There's no way this thing's real, right?" he scoffed incredulously, but an inexplicable urge compelled him to slip it into his bag nonetheless. Well, I might as well keep it so no one else gets fooled, he reasoned with a shrug. He finally made it home but noticed something. Dad's car. It isn't here. Must mean their working him extra tonight. Guess no bonding time even though he promised. He grabbed his keys and opened the front door, exposing nothing but pure darkness. He walked in when he knocked something over "Damn" He sighed under his breath. He turned on the Lights of the Living room and saw the room was a mess. Multiple beers on the floor, and cigar packs lying about. What a great dad. Multiple awards were on the living room's walls, most of them being for the teen. "Top Student: Freshman Year Sergio Hernandez; Top Student: Sophomore Year Segio Hernanzed; Top Student: Junior Year Sergio Hernandez" Sergio smirked as he recognized his greatness. Have all these great grades, and still called a screw-up. Oh damn, I almost completely forgot about the Notebook or whatever. Sergio headed up to his room and slowly closed his door. The room was dim and gloomy, the only light was a small lamp illuminating a small portion of the bed.

Sergio laid down and opened up his bag to reveal the Death Note. Hm, what a morbid name. Death Note. Sergio opened up the Notebook, and a sense of agony and cold ran through his veins. On the side of the cover, there were several rules. Okay, first rule: The human whose name is written in this note shall die. Okay, that's pretty self-explanatory. Another rule is: This note will not take effect unless the writer has his/her victim's face in their mind while writing their name, therefore people sharing the same name aren't affected. Wow, that is extremely detailed for a prank book. How did they even get these rules in the first place? Must've just made them up. Another crazy rule: After writing the name, you have 40 seconds to write the cause of death, if no cause is written within the 40 seconds, the victim will simply die of a heart attack. That would make you virtually untraceable, and that does explain how Kira killed people. Sergio sighed and closed the Notebook, got up, and threw it in the trash. What a stupid prank. Ever since 2020, when the Notebook was bought by the U.S., people made multiple of these 'Death Notes'. At the time of it being sold, the seller claimed it to be the power of Kira, and everyone in Japan that owned a bank account for some bank of a bunch of money. But I wonder...

Sergio got up and turned on his phone, opening up Instagram. There's a Kira page on her; Kira Focus; and they post criminals' names and faces and what they did as well as where they're from. Multiple accounts like this are run by cults of Kira in hopes that Kira will Judge them. It never happens, so I suppose that's why the accounts are left up. Freedom of speech I suppose. He scratched his chin as he looked at the trash can where the Death Note lay. Well, I might as well try it. Won't hurt anyone. He walked towards the trash can grabbed the Notebook, and looked at the Kira page that was on his phone. If I were to kill someone, does that make me a murderer like Kira was? Of course it does, what am I thinking? Murder is murder. It's never okay to kill someone. Even if it's justified... Sergio looked at the Death Note. Well, maybe it is. Sergio opened up the Notebook, grabbed a pen from out of his pocket, and looked on the page for a criminal. Wow, there's so many. This world is rotten. Rapists, murderers, wanted fugitives, pedos. But one criminal caught Sergio's eye, a woman. Okay, here we go. Brooklynn Meyer, from Ontario Canada. She's five-two and 110 pounds with brown hair and is native American. Heh, Brooklynn isn't much of a Native name. She's wanted for the murder of her two sons and husband. She was tried in court, but let go even with video evidence. She's now a teacher In the United States for the San Deigo High School in southern California. It didn't take long until there were two more murders, of two male students when she was finally apprehended and sentenced to life In prison in 2022. How can a woman that evil get away and just live on in prison? People like her deserve to die, she killed and was let go just to kill again? How is that ever acceptable? I have to do something about it. Sergio wrote down her name in the Notebook, and read over the rules again. 40 seconds, that's what the Death Note says. I'll see about that. If I want to try this thing out, I might as well try it on a criminal. That way it's somewhat justified. This Kira Focus page will post if she dies almost immediately. Sergio lay down on his bed, setting the Death Note under his pillow. He checked his phone one more time, it was 9 PM. Well, I'll see if you're dead tomorrow, Brooklynn Meyer.

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5:40 AM, 8 Hours later.

Sergio woke up to the sound of his alarm, *BEEP*, and slowly yawned and rubbed his eyes *BEEP* and rushed to turn off his alarm *BEEP*. Sergio groaned got up and looked in the mirror. His messy black curlyish hair and his strong collarbone. Man, I just woke up and I'm still sexy. Okay, so what to do today...Sergio looked around and yawned again. SHOOT! Sergio ran to his phone and checked the page. He looked at his phone in utter shock to see that the page updated. Not with a new criminal, but now with an alert. The new post read: Kira judged renowned killer Brooklynn Meyer! Died of a Heart attack at 9:01 PM inside of her prison cell, is this the start of Killings by our glorious god... KIRA! Sergio could do nothing but stand and cover his mouth, in utter disbelief. I-I killed her... She died. I killed that woman... With the Death Note? He ran over to the Death Note hidden beneath a pillow and held it. The Death Note... Is real?

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ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes · 2 years ago

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Vigilante Shit

pairing: kaz brekker x powerful!reader

genre: fluff

el's thoughts: requested by @b3kk3r-by-br3kk3r i'm obsessed with powerful!readers can you tell??

“Sorry I’m late.”

The room fell silent as tall heeled boots clicked on the floor as a girl not much older than the rest of the crows walked into the room. No one dared to make eye contact with her piercing eyes framed by a sharp black cat eye, matching the rest of her black leather clothes. The girl shot Kaz a wink and sat down across from him, “Feel free to continue.” She waved her hand at him before looking around the room. Her leg bounced in place, making her heel click on the wooden floor repeatedly.

Jesper and Inej shared a look and kept their heads down discreetly. Nina furrowed her eyebrows at the sudden shift in the room, and confused at who just walked into the room. “I’m sorry,” Kaz’s sharp eyes snapped to the burnette as she continued to speak. “Who is she? And why is she here?” Nina noticed the pair beside her cringe back into their seats ever-so-slightly.

“I’m right here, darling, you can ask me directly.”

Nina felt chills run down her spine as the mysterious woman spoke. Her voice sounded the way a queen’s would, power and control dripping off her words like honey.

“Y/N L/N is the name, feel free to use it. I’m here because your boss wanted my help with this next heist of yours.”

Clearing her throat, Nina built up a bit of courage, “And why do we need your help?”

“For this heist specifically? Charming the guards.” Y/N brought her hand up and twirled her fingers around, black smoke forming in thick strings moving like snakes around her hand. A gasp fell from the lips of Wylan, Nina and Matthias. “You’re a shadow summoner?”

Y/N laughed, “No, Love. This is magic, much more powerful than silly little shadows. At least in my humble opinion”

Kaz scoffed, trying to hide his smirk. He knew her opinion was the farthest thing from humble, he also knew she slipped into her very best for his crows. He knew more about her than he’d care to admit. She was just a young girl when they met, traveling to the big bad city. Orphans. That’s what they had in common, so she stuck with him and Jordie. She waited for him by the harbor. When he returned, she was quick to build a name for herself so she helped him build a new name. She made the name sound like a curse, a whispered summoning of evil itself. It instilled fear into the bones of merchers and gang leaders alike. All thanks to her.

“Cat’s got your tongue, Brekker?”

The comment caused him to roll his eyes, “I’d like to get back to the plan if it isn’t too much of an inconvenience for you.” Y/N simply nodded her head for him to continue, biting back a smile.

“Everyone knows their rolls? Any questions?”

Everyone shook their heads other than Nina. “I have a quick unrelated question for Y/N.” Kaz rolled his eyes, “Zenik…”

“It’s fine, Brekker, let her speak.” Her voice wasn’t quite soft or kind, but it wasn’t as sharp as her y/e/c eyes were. “I just need to know… Who do you dress for? You can’t possibly just wear these clothes everyday.”

“I don’t dress for women or men.” A smirk found its way to Y/N’s red lips, “I dress for no one other than myself. Oh and a dear little friend called revenge. Dramatic, I know, but I only speak the truth.”

Once everyone left the room, Kaz and Y/N were finally alone. She helped him place the maps and plans away when Kaz spoke. “What did you think of them?” She turned to face him, “Your crows?” He nodded. “Oh, they're lovely. I especially like that Zenik girl, she’s cute.”

~*~

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queendeeshorrorimagines · 2 years ago

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Warnings: slight angst in the beginning, "reader dies" (but it's her past life??), slight mention of reader getting cut by one of the guards.

I might make a second part to this if anyone would want me to ^_^

The knight and his reunited maiden

Fem! Reader

Tarhos Kovács| the Knight x reader

Blood pooled around the wound on your chest as you feel your body being carried by an vaguely familiar knight. You felt a wave of safety and protection while your vision was slowly starting to fade. The pain that you've felt was now numbing, making your body feel colder.

"Please don't leave me yet, my love.."

The man's muffled voice sounded shakey as he cradles your body in his arms. Soft tears perked on the sides of your face as you looked up to him with the love that he hasn't felt in his lifetime. You were his sun, the sole light of his life and your life was fading away in his arms.

"I love you, dear Tarhos.."

You weakly spoke as you feel a wave of peace and calmness. Tarhos takes off his helmet, his dark eyes were red from the tears streaming down his face. You moved your smaller hand to the side of his face, lovingly stroking his cheek. Giving a weak smile, you uttered your last words.

"We will meet again, my dearest husband"

Your body goes limp in his arms as Tarhos cradles you closer to him as he broke down, losing the very reason for his love and happiness in his arms. It felt like the sun abruptly went out in his life.

The dream was the same one, a constant replay of events you couldn't exactly remember but you could feel that you've had déjà vu about the man in your dream. You know that name was important to you but you didn't know exactly how or why.

The woods around you rustled, the rough hand of David's shook your shoulder, causing you to jolt awake as you looked up to him with a confused look.

"What's going on?"

You asked sleepily, using your hands to wipe the sleep from your eyes. Moving your eyes, you see the familiar shadow of Jake's coat walking towards the source of the noises. Quiet conversations were heard within the group, wondering who's the next poor soul that has to go through this sadistic reality.

Jake came back with a older man. He was obviously attractive to some of the others, othet people were sizing him up to see what use the mysterious grey- haired man to them; but you weren't staring at him for either reason. Seeing the man, it felt like you've seen him before but you know that it wasn't possible to.

The man- now named Vittorio stared back at you, his eyes widened as his face went paled. It was as if he was a ghost when he stared to you. Each of the survivors went around, introducing themselves to Vittorio as his eyes still was looking at you.

It was your turn to introduce yourself, saying your name to the gentleman.

"Good luck out in this place."

You added politely as you thought that it was the end of the conversation with Vittorio. He grabbed your hand to stop you from walking back to your spot in the camp.

"Do you know who you really are?"

His voice was serious as you gave him a confused look on your face. 'What the hell is he talking about?' You thought as you feel the eyes of your fellow survivors watch you.

"Well, Vittorio, i have no clue what you're talking about. I don't know you and you don't know me... If you know what's best for your own ass, you better not make enemies with the very people who will likely save your ass in the future.."

You felt the tension between Vittorio and yourself as you see the others went back to what they were doing before he arrived. From the way his face tenses at your response caused you to feel like you shouldn't fully trust him.

"I don't mean any harm by my words. You just look so familiar to me... reminded me of someone that I've knew a long time ago."

Vittorio explained, knowing that his words weren't taken the right way as he continued to speak.

"I believe we should talk about something that you might need to know.."

You nodded, still not fully trusting him but wanting to know what he meant by concerning you. Walking to your camp sight, you sat near your tent that was a decent distance from the others. He followed behind you, sitting a couple inches away from you.

"What is it that you want to talk to me about?"

You moved a piece of your hair away from your face before looking towards him. Vitorrio sighs quietly, thinking of where to start with the inevitable awkward conversation.

"Have you ever had flashbacks or dreams before? Like you're in the dream but you know it's like another form of you?"

You nodded a bit, eyes widening a bit from his question.

"I know this is going to be hard to believe but please hear me out before making your judgement."

You listened, deciding to give this man a chance to explain before walking away completely. Vittorio took out a small sketch out from his pocket, carefully passing it to you. Opening the paper, you see the sketch was of what looked to be you wearing the same gown as the one in your dreams. Next to you in the sketch was the knight in your dreams, affectionately kissing your hand.

"This is you, or was you in your past life... the man in the picture was your husband.. He's a dangerous man.. I don't know how he's going to respond to seeing you as you..."

A wave of shock and understanding shocked your mind. 'Past life? First I ended up in this hellhole and now I'm hearing this shit.' You thought to yourself as you attempted to pass the sketch back to him.

"Keep it.. it has no use for me now. It might be helpful for you.."

You carefully folded the sketch back, tucking it inside the pocket of your jeans. Silence was thick in between the both of you as you attempted to get your thoughts together.

"What was he like? The knight that apparently I was married to?"

The question came out before you could think about not asking Vittorio. It took him a few moments to think about your question.

"I don't know much about your relationship with him, from the looks of it, the both of you were madly enamored with each other. He has never harmed you that I've known of.. but outside of you and his closest companions, thats another story...."

The hesitation on his face spoke more to you than the words that came from Vittorios mouth. Just before you could pry more answers from him, you were suddenly teleported to another match.

Opening your eyes, you see the mostly burnt village around you. The smell of smoke filled your lungs as you hear the soft crackles of the remaining smaller fires around the new realm. The whole town looked almost exactly like your dream, except it wasn't burnt to ashes.

You carefully walked towards the generator nearby, seeing that Vittorio was already on it with Mikayla quietly setting up a boon nearby. You went on the opposite side, working the same generator. Ace worked on another generator that was at the main building.

You heard a faint heartbeat behind you as you see Mikayla darted away in an attempt to protect herself. You quietly crouch away from the generator, hiding behind a nearby wooden wall. You tried to keep quiet as you hear sounds of metal moving against itself.

Moving your hand over your mouth, you attempted to muffle your breaths as you hear the metal clashing closer and closer to you. The silence was tense as you waited for your chance to flee the area. You were too focused on hiding to notice a green mist circled around the area you were.

You hear an screeching cackle from behind before feeling the jagged dagger suddenly sliced your shoulder. Hissing in pain, you darted away from the guard with your opposite hand holding your shirt against the wound. The sounds of metal moving became louder as you jumped through the window, into the main building.

Ace was long gone, rushing towards a different generator as you push through your pain to wobble up the stairs, the man behind you. You tried to vault through the window but was quickly pinned against the burnt wooden wall. The beating of your heart was thumping rapidly as your eyes meets the slits of the knight in front of you.

Time froze as the both of you looked into each other's eyes, not aware of the sounds of three generators going off. Looking at the male in front of you, it felt like he was reliving long forgotten memories as his hands gently touch your cut before tiying a piece of tattered cloth around the wound, replacing the soiled one you've made.

"Tarhos..? Is that your name..?"

You asked cautiously before taking the folded up sketch from your pocket. His eyes widened as he diverted his gaze towards where your hands were. You unfolded the paper, showing him the sketch. Before you could ask him once more, he pulled you into a deep hug.

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