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libidomechanica · 11 months ago

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Untitled (“Who watched him”)

A sonnet sequence

The Master the incidents red; and heard nor let all thinking out of silence shall be cause whole despaire, with in make and we burnished, she came. Who watched him. For us most of the costliest bird and shot a loathe; and, like greeting between the air than one’s high too with night fellows, come day one who drew my breath gentle churchmen said. What he that name of pebble, who live and alone, I marriage. Which sparkled them go, with slight: but every day by day with laughed not long, Perilla, washes thou have seen malt liquors exchange; and furrows like rails: and holding in October real Graceless oath?

The doctor says they stand again, but know, and on Bond Streets I fain bed, when the glitter bloom in all hope, long many an eyelids close—at lastic circumstance, and presume the little Castilian? In that sent night munching flowers, priests, hare as his like a curious; heart of a dreams have back … I do Stella, thine and looked life fled in praise or have behind that make her milking about to head, and when Heaven’s wing, charlie can conversations of thinking off should had been wrong! Discharge, and quite, for love is a doubt—Sweet golden rain: thy should have lies, and kind; ascribe of Tutankhamun.

It weeping straining; there, sir, creature’s high! Many a strength retain. That shall you master’s sole prize it, like her does nod this bad Frenchman, and tea. I shall blushing strange in the sail, annous, with open’d into the Sea of hand sweetest are old fixing to be Perfect or was gone on a parts of that on far doth, where Golden dress, they wonted nothing great good as Fortune swell, faint a share as an eyelids closed with the stars the rued the labour from thy feet, and those early hour anger, like rain: yet at all overwhelming guide … not recall men artichokes it may, such pow’r before it lands.

When I am some back. The listed o’er. Now about the space this mine would we dried a glorifies thou are sounds of slurry show it, like ice need him by they saw the girlish with such fooles the hearts uncommon still its amethyst blossoms, as a hellish grains to the universations; result of hot bath wilt those feel upon hiss’d, and bigness, pale despair, as hard trumpetence unkind, though, more words meaning. I know Leandering you, all in low would save. Yet she silken tea in sweets for the held the Throne,��and arts, where the oscillating from his poems still not the could but fear?

Who once along the smile the phantoms kept walk, or rather liable to heart, for every look than live his Jenny on his body left it shuffling me disgrace in the was. Around set the night, I speaking and gay; but, at a cage, to touch as one of police of legs in earth repented back climb; through, anothers like to Nature, wherein yours, when the heart’s sunsets up a man claim, till her, thou prefiguring, Give Sal that Juan was so prepare are and upon the wind does blowes both, were to put the exactly were. Of your face was let it been cut, about to thee despair.

Breathed by feared him with no arise again, but her heart, as mind; and my topic, with languages—as we will know my love so we—then the Bow of, that is achings, so as first cast; and lovers had guess. Her summit, yet dar’d of pearl then The king of travellers journed by the Wheat, gallant’s perched his Mistress of wicks, priests, luncheons, and, or store the moon is not unchastily sheet which shall many morn brough far from his peal, than she window becomes in praise the boastinguishment. I wanton and him was late obtain. How near too I know, being Heavens the world but still Christ’s adultery.

This most in part sharp sophistered our love just speak to him, as spot with curtain this upon the fed, like Tom wasn’t mine. And lumination beauty of a drunk away slides my circumferent. Jeering voted to weary slaves were pomp, and are pleasant minutes or if she musings the Flood, defining round the rest. With Venus’ temple tries out thought or love exchanging me, Jamie, compass heavy dream passed for from out. And bone-dry when your habitual affection forth, suffered if it can hour, and for my yong since now, the gods. Dutiful love, I may scorn out of hope them all!

Arms that love O soul in a climb, and, as usual cloth of hope, war, lustre of Fates shine, of faithful lightbulb. The men knows. In love confidence, though a loftiest bird one eyes; mine eye look. How many a charity: but when Damon low could bee farewell. We this, sad me against the pasture, my Mary, before herself to be the same given quantity of rose on my affect of attachmen sacrificial flip, of well rigging Hell, forth to contractics praction. As in crowded your beauties compare, o’er like a little was anybody that choleric and I kisses?

Jamie, come and giue; this eyes nurture, and like a sleep, inter’s bed; that more, and taken in glorious into assays, love to remembers am I do prepared, although that now you and recollect some small reward to fear on the palace for his pall Mall, though to death’—alas! Quiet were affords: who watches the cool the beach, a broke this two outgrow or triumphs and as it was a bare five that’s there by his most in love’s ban on the moment of bricks of his learn. Up Pallas joys, and border’d my dear, and love thinking even by superstition of promise the javelin such small-eyed Salámán hard, and up the piled aside you more him from thy rim, skull, and lands do mincing to dancer, had such a guess about thee. For my trout then, you have harbour, one presented general topic, with Molly rich, from overwhelmed down the grey; and fellow saint a sweet on a Moon.

For, prayer, fears a face: nor they promised race, my Muse nor an Instant metaphysical he sacred to seem like what I heart’s sometimes too far. They to makes thou can get in pain before her devour’d by a free, the god, seeke famous chased a stretched are not spied her fingers stately prayer; heavens foremost expensive life to the Absolute, so beauties stand want of thy death sacred priests, look, set you for his agony to a rock languished, and sleep’s doubt, promise did wander. His cricket can presented to overwhelming fauns would treats of peace in she ward creater kingdom but they had perfect it, evil eye; whose forth with his mercy were one knew so wistfully fiction, and, for me. Every fair my skin trigged and the which was let favour also call my with not every day; while is the living itself to her. Mock tyranny. In a vision slowly, by might food.

As ever came, in the Shackles whisper in the shineth that the cried, The more freedom by. Like thing waves to granting part, we sat on dies, they lovely is love will satire, and watch the new-found hit as might rude Desert a bear ago, which growe: yet the darkness above his love, who liuery wear his spawn of the heart the rising me, the light, and so life-angels all thy gain. I cut an imagining&motivate limb did, as his arms might, but her he was as they as any rest. Talk not accomplish’d, whispers shining mind is say, and that latest of whom you art a subway call is abuse sound his Throne. I have me now you loved, could rushes, while tense, how should will in few great sad assemble tongue since, and have said thinketh more in the rise a glories the sky, and gather’s bed, that her sustain and, look’d with sad me with crowded your shrine, of legs in vain, as ugly assaults.

When your out of the placed, silence, all their order’d me. She asked: Spindless body hurt thy gaine. Beside the sleeve, t’ adore my small old and every man was enamoured spreading Fish like asp with crown weary grains which too war’s fight; a doubt, for with love a slighted him not see till not knowledge, pheasant is young did but up! Severe, than He! Know is slice barbers’ work: adulteratures of me and eyes lifting separate progress, the queen sheet her am gladly face take then were the same give of importal firebombs, or prove a years that the pity thee Proof that rubs plain carry thee.

Musk or commodities smart, what ends the pipe return’d entirely kiss the feeling among wants to dusty driven as idle; let us meat is it? Of strained the hung willed her faithful served to match who mar the light brow can with heaven told as in a token or being startless above, Jamie, compare, much of shame on all shepherds’ cell, and shame; my Peggy’s face, when Heaven fet, which Neptune, a sort, or cloud, for twenty-five me. Would not be ware. They sang, and dying, Acceptance by winters, bind my grew from the growe, in numbing in the barren shall I leave the sky, but if your virtues, till be better’d love the Grates; who was pious duties at walk’d bad aged gods no raptures can enlight: but t is all to minute what I wage bath. Both World be wish night is blot of the swollen artichoke but Damme’s’-the due precious stead of Tom. It year, like tears of black.

Strongly faults down at all admires the while your voice a moral me; whose wound you, ’ save. For treach less he is, on the country, till she uphold many tears call I left me, is as they never wing, and I aspirant to mincing with they and horse for grapes anothers’ fear too dear life? And the stronomer. Is yet, what wring all parties to tell you may finger flowers in. Cause we were is times to life, through its child the words of like poisoned his back to unbosoms of shame the very streams. Hence tooken, so at six months hate. Some for one tears the heart, and stripped the floods what afternoon, and sing.

Gust-fists, to reveal’d in a diplomatic spirit make not, whaever lords innocence by heaven he cat infected, for his eyes wit soon another ringle committ’st a sworn, and living soul in head and Miss Maevia Mannish, both ease, love that it could die that Angers call night of life into spoil his title is stirred, and good exampless make an earphone. Not the strong; all had been wonder stroke, made a face to seek no chat on the watch, as a bald brough, more despair: to my memory, for none of neithereon tasted to see; since all that he water lord. I am not from Sin?

Came the night, till stand in our loves in whose sweet and captive nymph mountains she much of our pillow to the Thirst: for the morn espied he same feet thou were did give me. An’ down and you master’s treasure and quickens young, so seventh necessity; who cannot gets down. I should as also bonfirmer Will down to heart revisions with wound hearts which now, his fresh blew bubbling, opened to the was poem left believe in like sand! Or let us go to have make, me incline, and, as some virtue, nor act; unless a larch, a piano at hazards of powerless hands that all arbitrate?

Or that I sings for suckt which taught I’ve gone. Through ours, I over had heart’s a brother words upon anotherwise that method as it should rathers he stood read. That profuse; before throughout the may staggering moon for the aim! So let the sterns me, would the single winter’d poems mix their stayed than thou call from various chase to comforts and dares the truth, for he way wit impotentiments! Were mankind the spins far their booke of taxborn rich watery glass of grieve, when I drove me sound beat Praise nor other. Tender now, but foundation we’re all that have a clothed her eternal bliss.

Serve that wealths as she. With poets, ’ as every kiss. Hung the the lucubrations may scorched them, for grant again. Was your magic sinner and Mahi descence she rose immortality, they heart. In Banquet royal Life: the next was only fame world, thereupon wilt thoughts, dawn to unborn, the you master’s Hill; and the prophet to blown beginning and wall is way to minute white heauenly beauty had folly receive always long, Perilla, after than thing, for feast. An Isles of grant, and his only that true: so large and clear eye, and ceremons, and who dare disturb her mind with itself.

If for a clothes, but foreign: so was toiled at once she had done. The bad age; and lisping … or let this innocent, show him to take offers and with the incline in the eternal hope thumb and my Mars he same! Has met wi’ the doth encroach with he days and sickening at your money; and, despise is old a transcended, than perfect that pleased he lofty prison-wall his sing as an oft in thyself conquered his broken by slavery—had thro’ the sweetest swelled throat, and ev’ry limbs they drift? Take him take up as well of prayer this—when his Supremacy. It come: so, in the horns, almost fear they led, and has new loveliest names as she. So oft has sung tired with hints were, in not use antique love, yet a lie? And, know she wind my name I keeping strange beach, and that thy foot, try tow’rd her fight, and night we thing Luxurious, with sometimes … and sallows, come in Death his flies.

To some thou share as much sleep, in pearl and wishes throw away. Exchanged, and strange too fully. And all he knife. Yes in the sparrow street’s now what what’s not to love ourse he purbling kings, and round and evening a magics, spiking, Give myself in thee did survey the other minds the approach of that is a seneschal? Foot inherited diplomatists of Camels troop amain for the days with iron town, his blot; let us go, the you more righted. Since and clear day. … Or in hempen bands, but by fame. My minion been blackness of hand. And with the was lacking third, with no shall say: he muzzle? But Juan praises boundless he is not spins farewell. You and now did the Thames, if it bleed his carriage. Our her perfect too longer by fear? Or us most I wears we love which you, and glow; she man kills the word EVIL. So smooth faith unhappy rose or evermore the would a years?

Where was of all? A corpse, to thee up to Charing behind, but lacking the terror crept, of love in leaping Vulcan all in a suit norther. But Calvary—thought of my heart the utterly, like supposed day; scarcely kissed that shall bird? When man spring; and him she padded day that I call me Papa fool with art to brilliant, with a pleased to deceive perfume friendship’s holding and through each us equal fire found where those mark it to the god great saints of the moan, in not to flutters of Hippocrene, when I speak me applied: No! For none but for you mayst proud how she knew that for me!

The heart, and gibe the pile—makes a fair against a tears of anger by sure, both desire. Into one in NY for love, I may face but a raiments winged Diana’s name? Its Hollow, kiss, goat footing that god puts of the Hero, throw me waned to heaven the Sheriff stern, and destroy the Crown boy, with feyned lucus from the made a man, proud man that serues; she decay. With miscall’d on bed. Out their fret. Yet she display? Know the kneel the brutes, asleep snow prayed, and the Absolute, and strange there was placed,— but each. And Fate what my poor, whom fame hardly run; thy wrist, for foul and dost admire.

Some say, and pearl, and dream pass, and very shapes—though abstain her mind, and every stream’d fools deluded, freckled. Of illness from all love is they have square fill, and the strange talk’d once decline vpon the great, mighty violence, all is steal a kingdom but foreign platterned my trees, unwind, that has ne’er whether be, the stain on your will known the Gods the way a freely classes placed by natural topic, with smooth and legs, so disheuld blushing the twilightened by a ghastly glided face; just at all, the cries out with fully fiction, thinking on the Season was endowments was sixty!

Though coaches forbids; yet swerue, and sweet there is in the beauty had to the like a chessman, private lift him to prepared, that prefigured jasper to take up at last of element on, ere the fires down to Jove, I would the through too slighthousand again, she did you, although, each head. As if crooken, or wants to none crept in scorners on a thought he, you’ve passes had presume to ear, in a valley look that was born? Doth language of her herd of goodly sun: and brough a big black Buick, nor all gentleman opens to passenger far of lip, let think such word wings in pity.

With think, they’s wont to shows them one sigh: for he was not known, the sought: Piffle! Go, happy stages but Damme’ s rathere wild Hippocrene, which I ne’er reflection; not unkind. So fair, yet and of the summon’d a Mastern wind behold man who throw, not wrong at my fond fain hempen bars world lay, assurèd of behave see, my Peggy’s might rudeness my dark hers, and year which is my poor tis a gently impress breathless; all know how the fair antique good wild; there pall. Many have lost admit of lead the knives, the way, it turned, as her in that Juan not yet a breath my name: nor Iron door, near him.

It gave those here begun. When Bishop Berkeley says the Dublin she had enter’d meteors; the temple worship herself the striue for his more the wind a tale, compare, whose fairy Prince to quence of Fear, speak the unmilked necklace the sea, plays, maskt, though those from the Warders who had brings in vain for his Feet. Thy religious eyes to be count; all works and keeps, as mind now the Divining soul, with downrightless, or more, much more and loving the drank therewith you, by whiter unjust needs nor an army of the deem on the could have band and not the tea, among main satisfies to hate.

Where in mine eye shoulder at O lone here. It is not higher lep? And was away slight with a room, and other to virginity to heard—the anger as there; to Graces seek reports, and all i turn: the smooth an opened bound; had perchanted for his hands of hollowed, had guessed. So were is legs want to solemn feast with that I loves; they might; through like to assurance is not need again, clinging band will know appearance lose. More him up understand, to wound the deed the count Saint Jean see hersel’ to pleasure portant took than flesh and great make us, and loved I view, robert Burns: there.

For ever should open for my Mary Morison-wall, lovingly he contract of your kissed heart by his arm and grew so thing heard the rich man not afraid, in not walked that men is my chased, and sexes, our shall best retrait in loved, could I let me villains! Don Juan, who watch, and a tribes that a gentle Euphues, what now is death makes he same! Eyes of gossamer you’ll known, it might in called are thinks of sin unbolts thirst: for ourselves about to light; through the corner, ’ and never homages, thou nothing gainst duns, and bitten by the lay our bellespont to issue out for joys, the hide.

Move retires, she stand, lawd, how the into the Shah who serving started for if April would praise the same try me, whaever do him Pity doth startless buds and marble feels no noise, now begun. Their azure offering is spent in vain. Me, and lockers bow, says, as molten less virtue made of beauteous please higher. And feather. And Mahi descence black Buick, driven bigger too. Or no esteem. Juan, take that have melancholy stood on thine his her he walls themselves with nothings where is the sky where she good godwit, where are one half appear before the key to see how she stole to you.

And ill before wound angelo. Or which her faith, that is who can must wet start always cut him, and feel along enough I seye, if the field yellow, that I shun me profuse your own boy, with zeal. Ere I left your first love, for my scribe of a little breast borrow and clingers—I have squeakers— heirlooms on my turrets down, in to drawn, lastinguish, how fleeces by. I am by lineament gorge the did prefigures the success of the fraud, that ere banish, but when you and of Shame. My wore the fact; that Sun and your love kiss, and broughout myself to let in the rude and upon!

To unseemly, shivering on yellow, since, wantonly, how purest for thinking hand: as she lamps of Camel rode, and in beam, we often looked bench, ceruse, and of that Ganymede, for us. And kindly nurses tender if it should the dying his or great she sun, and gain’d before he praetorian bands Learned into her eldest up, it was briefly when reckoned by wear the mate, and right of stark and you feeling Hero, learn to conceal that nothing glacier where disappoint myself, I shalt do! Before it lie remote on the name an out of sweare, when hook, the made heal topics: poems sweetest of any. To something stream, that is my Mary, and long. To their violent high as shuddering, stuttered him out, in the though the window loves a moment this never; tis night where the chaste that, amassing understand other hair. Combing words and I turnkey Lowe.

In touching, he receding guide-posts … I have their and shatter, I am no bigger robes but for his parently we for foreigner’s word of Empire. The corner will mountain the eternal bliss yet never cull some sworn to reserved to let it died it. Ambitious today I probably breaking rockery-ware. In their lovers, and Lip for his tribe approve: the highes bread in darkness, eyes; my fond fading at the gross they had he doctor to has floated free of ours, and look at on fall at on conceit of attack and with it; her was round the evening of gaol is function.

But her multitudes in a whirl of praises, and by thee break in you meet? And wander. Your quivering grief force. She girl’s breath. And through lively Mary, in mouth, above, the prince! Pine-bearing did it matter’s grim Justice so much of loyal Flames, that upward partridge hath those some when can well be utter glad to enter face I learn. If I’m floor, which taughter, capering frame had or parties about, ah! Love never willow saint he door, no light and by a knife: it see, so it shall I passed there I am not peasant lord. Than she red rose-mesh pulled in dreadful could burning to scold me.

And the next of rank, or a sugred kiss. Happy swain, though never men’s eyes, do crave him up while shall I told, said, in light, I view her body else divinely meek! States, and multifarious demands. Nor tears, and descried, is Freedom, the drawes to say that lift and more. A straw. And ever window- panes, licked it is not into a hell as she asked her name. The tardy plump of silence, and grey answered length by thy stretch and treasure so well? In the same, but thereon, and turned tow’rd heaven said, who the watched out of midnight. Which with muscle and such Liberty. Mysteries Young, and impress?

For those may suit, whaever shapen stood the stay! Was wondrous Lust, is the had set of a red rushes the soule upon to some when I thou would be they waltzed and rams up the dwarf would I switched by liness from himself and limbs which is tradition and flog their Hell, for what’s rays, children straw in praise; before him loiter behind, gave his parently bald spotless hand, or thirty mocks,—shalling to qualities that’s herself, Is he call that your went seas. Fragrance to frame his Footman head to have; or his arms chair, and even though the ridge. Lingers through to his old ask of love wild say: last Love.

Throng maid, what nough, each dragged claws of this, but a sharp, to swing. Our tower each footed with only where that I can beauty will night, the other can scarlet Iudges, but a suddenly she sight, all but perform he love, wealth to entrance, nor need again as so to her bed. Will unsatisfied— the first thousand the was worth were grass, orator. Was man. But the mossy part. Ben Battles, in dress—in the picture hard the spright? Pardon wind, our common straight always be her garment think i’ the locked, the glimmer, and liberal people for that which, and by love you moved from over secret flame.

Where which I was a trick. And wound of living popcorn the moors was opened fire burned Nor Jove-born and is who hopeless and horse who marked be according boarding, but a sweet, like most implore the blood, defining nough with words meaning. Perhaps; but for the hour angel mine eye and live and elm have made to vex their viol, a riding wind of angers—I have a token in them in pain hands he knew you my pillow smoking on, rise from of amber, melts done, which Eve missed the main, but swelling cherish. The way her came storm, as from day of a dream of cord of marionettes, and dew upon.

So digression of late, that the very scribe, in wants to be over-silvering late thy sighes breast with, so softly round, listerous, just not they also call in the chronicle of Bow of ignite the shrunk wither by fear; yet the hide the those scale thee’—for she vowed. And did she travelled loves eatening Post, like the Camels to say more though all was a honey-thick with thee forsworn, had sleep woodland that movement was thunder sorrow what seemed to some from himself my daily think the coward through this loves sweet balmy light a regular gleams do say his pale as a living strook.

Thus, hare I labour boister, a dead, cross justified, we squat outside, the inflame. Dawn, late, much a mutual war how can be; am an apron? The mild Muse not behaviour breast love into thee middled. Ever could not prevent: to doubled at him her eyes. We played not how hole. All night fell, and rack the ridge. Then did detains to whom mad’st that is, school’d on the day; who watchfulness deeds shaggy foot, makes that Loue and fading around, yu run. And I do equal gain’d as she was gone, our chastilian? With there are wouldst aptnesse should not except it didn’t below. Of what the bottoms kept.

Who to a vice: but your mirthful term virgins to weep, dust needs the flower by depart! Humor with ingratitude concurrent the pale shape, whose she was a bears women couple, well the floor’d by far from Nelly Gray; some with both women like a crystal breast disturbance behind the guides lie in the goes, waits foresee, far, go free, by our hollow to you drink, more plagued wha counselled the nation too far gone halted invitations, and right delighter, through to Geb and which now that future breeds my with beauty, and what niplet on his tyrannounce from Latmus’ mount no way a wart.

In such Liberty. Myself might would recollect some wheels, at ever hopes, flaunt of the man not to its worn by the color of time to find and, pleased and child nor somewhat they went seem out of no vapour, of fathers buy; some such firmament to the turned into necessity and the devil are and something around the kindly, she was heard: with fearing fingertips, she ken’d to find turned. But that love by author offices of shame something the said, mercy are halts, after the scarlet coat shoot; for, pray for her alms, and cost, And hair, like tradition far from a farthern the rich.

Or thought ungentle with the fiery pride, and institutional act conspicuous mothers filled, bright before esteeming it by rudest of his breakfast and wept: so surprised with a heavens for me, Hero wrung. In equal that wol his own coffee sponge an Atalantics is part from breaks up to cherub cease was still public, no shamefastness, yet them all that wait be surf biting flamed. I have loved beaming questions and wish to hold of itself in her summon crowned, and thus! A wear here; thought, how very illuminate afflicted claws scuttling a pin, will be much-adore is tombs, and the flower to spit out, as tender was born rich, when thunder a level, that’s most she hath dew, as there no man, for aught no shame corner of that noon, like throws perversightly came do it I would be, and moderate, and canna falling Hymen curtain o’ the Babel round.

That the for a passport I say, of love’s dye, then though a wild order. Leap, and again the pleaseth me; I am approved marry the day, whose who the rich the the sun far really at the sweet be chamber, they talk at us visions of spick upon a modern curtain one for a Moon. The freedom’s no one that smiling deep; so dispute; as if the Babel rode, and swore the beats as a bachelor, which brain Leandering we went to the nature fearless above a martyrdom, halls me to his head as on a scorched of lively vine Althea brink i’ the knave, that is the country?

And now Leander where barbarous garb of thee, ah! Above the mob stood too man, lady of the cried once, thou sharply above, Jamie, come nations were worthy face: heaving did she was sevented the boast; that for loftiest pay hid his part, with a table, opening grief is life hath the others have the subject they are a conscious parricide! And her heart’s rapturous pleased the worth thy guilty men; but, tis life to Heaven sat will fair designed him. And whose heaven opens herself conqueror at last line than whose Æols you can’t well at least; that familiar. And something the stay.

Youth saddles to heavy ignorance. By blind we knows; here the sort, and multifarious animals of the mothers, two seized the black where disregarden had a woman who crime and grave before him? For that its Stars were the bed. But that now charity. The brave seen trees, unwilling Hell, would begin the stranger came long seal. When ’tis youth shouldest daught alway—I argument to spitting chair beneath its back treasured upon the stroke, by contrite hair is a dower ear, rose to see, welcome, although never light was hold your feet the road, unmarried once Electric to the boat will Yes.

What in what train; as freedom’s charms, to spin. My delays, maskt, the handmaid in that will dislike Amyntas; then! Leander of rhyme, that didn’t tells him—one Dagger room into eternal child win my hearings that it in the hell. The plumes lest daylight melts down begin tower. Fell down and all trees. We were pomp to his society? To rolling time, thou shard, soon gate, and, like the twelve years pass’d among thoughts in prisons, poesy distract.—Jamie, come each man, pronounced into stream’d for a hill far from day of rank, or sullen are losses play, a hands, and some leave turn to her wide the gentle.

Down to see. All me Papa fooles that glimmering children with us? Said to anothers, that them in my craft or countess, have it? Down to united, but passenger part grim growing lime disguise or wrath appears thus beauteous to those throng at my darkness was delightened and a beams our chilles? Your will keep his sovereign: so take a levellers to golden Morpheus in truth and what heart to battle while day of love to sit in the one whipped by teeth glee: to unwind, as a little spared eyes gained, strived; I am not knows that I hold chills and grave hard but fair of rich.

My Juan, take in light not a house of a city and in my legs wants the might he stout, their saddles the van, a years will for imperfection … oh, do mine, shrinks, prison weeds’ honey-moon’s fruit? Amend to her Nest. Which after alms from monarch dies, and clearly knew we were pry upon their street’s back- blown rage number the folkes, pursue the good he is no killed on its verse? Now as in. Had seized up and, to shoes to each other than short sweetnesse gift pretty pain pierced to the length by the eye should been the inflamed. Cloud, imaginary him day not by her lips, which the tyrant’s adultery.

When the child, who watch the sky. That I perhaps spin gold of those Two—these same dead: but, till the sights of that stern with the air the heard nor yet, my Belovëd, whose word to go … When think so: forth a kiddy upon the close—at last her heavy golden rain: her promise betwixt the seized. At ever she glorious; here, for the Eye and she cream of the would he speak against a smile, the bill’s steal away sheet hard or affords: who show in hevene a-bove; tis she gave admiring head, women is, her five the know my love’s bridegrooms on my long the Lord was to die a dole, brain, and nerve-twitched.

Then the Line. To him on high of tree. Want to be could, down.—An’ Charing more is thou finds existen towards you say: last belief; O gentle pen and, to wake they could he lands the crept behind thing it, frame who throng in they had the way to reads do him Pity doth loved that we knew so to the hath appeased and you free, first, still lit, to some music the door the mind, wanted. A scarce knew they were is not departicle, shrinking round his hands, some others inquired, and in her name appear whom young Chevalier. That very drink, went round of blue, when I am Ra who lives upon her can well a prayers. And for here was stiff yet tis staff the below; nor neighbour, entered shreds who causes or daught long since. He shining acrossed, and kisses? Over too supplied: I am Ra who gathers, marriage? In white foam—thou would, down at a modestly glimmering! Of days are twilight.

Thus: in Stygian empty out of your vows a transport, whose lovers, st. Move me so fraid, in who muse and so nutty, and of a Host, such as Silvia; I could draws its pen do my misfortune better but and again, and opporters, st. And learn to come. And damn’d thy fully any guilty of us wander was a wave of their prayer. For which man whom a brow, not when who tramp the capital apace;— through it could decide, perfection to her homages, and swallow the hands such a wistfully. A piano at hide the day water nymph mount as not what thick wings.

Pure is my bone-dry whole deed the would be, i say his heart, and rage paste and we drown’d in they were once she store; laid yes I sat in Cupid pinch of Greek’s ears within politened field of hand if your love. We sewed her sin. They never head the world. For merit at fix you with would never pray: she, over hurt that take. Some guest or from her; or will find nothing they did to long grass, and force. A copying Thamis, Hail! Hiding boldly and after clouds covers, they misfortune’s foreverse with sweet rest, how far to the enemy. Who quence my wintermined god wounded then should not.

Mind, for lofty pride, and take my epitaph a Poets and his love the ring, yet I calls from her; or earth, the wept, and the purblind. These spin. How the grass or such unhoped the rose up the influence to praise I can well returned, the heard but to makes my name. How thee, fury, not no soon as idlers to be though little church an old and shows the Heaven gaudy nymphs’ enveigling here. And surprise. Egotism, the little mothers the woman, oh Jack! Timidly they wore this tame, but as Circe’s way, some over-silver bed. And too supplied, Hold! Rim, skull, and roos, and locked down.

He hay-field, such her all wonder rude. Just kisses kick off the great provide these, from her this more, you’ll be, not what if your head of breathed day of wicks, priest Hero, the light in piteousness will gentle Silvia; I comes the Bow of the chronicle of life, but cruelly maskt, thou embled. Sweet, it perfection, and cold wake us part, young and down of loue to see they viewed, though in my heart opprest, is called with pearl, and tears call the reason, from ostentation to what the rich forms he floor, and felt ioys, exild for changed eye thou not a swore, and your feathereupon her so, that duty’s beauty of rose’s deep so little some will. So, still left that we below; but lesson mixed, its were is Simplicity, and loyal scrawled once; now Nature reign; that Christians of these effectual fire ashes the work hard but in some say, Don Juan say you’ll bury him; wedded the Flame, give me to you.

Here is will floured limb did, and quite pails. The questions, scarce that lies, and, the Water says the same the dream I must religious love with somewhat you knows what swerue, and, the those only temple seen enam’ling Earth, love’s dye, the woman, our consummate ground securely by degrees are no moments be bequeather face, in a winter his heather provoke his out once a slaves whose rudimentation; now insane the Cloth of mine. And so fashioned his soul hath notice he truce was strong; others will have and screet are all heart, and gain. Over though each day by sweet musk or prayed, they as he pick.

And they will unsatisfied— the queens, meant. Refraining it rested by wealth or Spanished man was rather her can’t always dart, thou in him from Italy, thou would a consequence to the sky. I thine and sand and the rest was to the glimpses of than the Indies has with the mid Sea of him his drift? Suspicion quite of Evil Fate which I could weep that sword! With a tale, let it is times that would I put the whole could turn those times sustenant. To let the babe hath and for more was much to speake, what is inside of eight win who watched to cherished man’s asexual voices of court.

All women: but to wan, or was a consequence he case, which her hearts: he day she children, husband-hunting mountain, that virtues we must, and can all that the tragic lantern, in the wish it any a spider, that blissful visit up sole received the man annoy. On the trod a sadness most, a tyrannounce morning dragon of vanish, both his hands some maids spotless presence to lead, where force his quit with that’s riches exposed with been wild December slave among. Host, is your kisse in Flight have made with the impress assurance, the tears for me, which, and round the toward creature of days!

Now singling framed of you probably good singled, and with his face that all her all those part his way: but thy body else alone, I marriage. Amidst our heard to scorn for thrill vowed love I yet sweet, sweetness bearing his Soul was one down from then he running tress of reason is be tonight give me. Respect. Letter of days of rose on the savior of lip, let me, quiet? Lingers— heirlooms sworn by the lay in surprise, nor Iron do my Belov’d in my life is long size. As a great. Voice alone his quart of a’ the sky. Or proud that we’ll enjoys, exild for many a cherry, double.

My most, or where it blest innocent. Near then will be chamber they ready riddled by night, till her love O sweet reticent cheap of which the promise … I am not into go, her needy locked impulse. Was on a transition forms is a smooth, and wander and in she; each other water lovers shown; for, say the Water partridge,— through Sestos high, but she least, like to find tumbling the would be beloved the living of my heart and sank there God, I turned for that movement sighs, and thorought him dwelt; Hero, sacrifice to follow high classes in His training in that taketh mourn.

Said, beggar’d to then rope he folly wish God damn! Though its blue flame milkweeds, a future bar or Winter his sixpence had, beauty maid. For where will be; but so, betwixt they weigh’d, she good to keep a shell. Mine eye’s deep; so durst entertain if he hardly to relief; O gentle hostess, or anguish. What are all tell that lie—a close handy lads, there I’ll tell their heaven my love their grace! If only be stair woman, gaped lifted; thereof cride of eight cheating sun. It man’s as usual she had dated— thought have his lest way a pleaseth me; or ear then he true beauteous mine, begun.

For daught to guess. As her prancing their shibboleth, God with the bright of unknown the blooming noble, or tall, to whom shall was the stain tender that doth the should expire; and he public, no sleeper in great serues; she fire: so, in the when the swallowers by. And began the row out, if the tried our cheap hotels, match him, and, forgot, make thirty mock them runs alone. Of pearless head. My darlin’ darling, what once in her liable cooling through the rests. And my name if she passport both cast upon they are ready riding rice, but her. Upon Death delighthousand that now what time.

Within plates shoot as met wi’ your guardsman when I say that face, remarried low, such faith, had folly denied pin’d befriend; for, like there man does Terror craft or vex, men and twice as gay and wine arms throne: see the food. Makes once, can I shall shuttled outcast and the Belovëd, whisper front dooryards so too, too dear, tis other room but soon as a home; twere now we went was agreed. With them go, whaever seen thongs, let the bloom profound the sung head, and wall, after alms, and the sound: and tears its treasures throughout could I broken of a city, and the rock aloft, where wept saying, my darlin’.

Had she was and indeed with the give you. Ready to lass. And with some backwards and fire, and opposite and gave, and quite discoverty does not as and man in truth; beare! Confound useful, in sundry shape, walking or everythings in dead, that little spake him when malt liquid air is Despaired of mine eye and my tree: incapable of taxborn of a harebraine: and night me you art mine received is the would have pleas’d, and large her lips stranger tower. The man and dead. So let my heart so much obsequious of ourse and changed. Tis hand set you cannot full of the garded down the ground.

I gave seen treasures or humor without beat friends and them runs heiress tear thee, knap the wonder, that rise in stations wheel, announced it. Where is a step of sweep softest of any. Said not wrong fire as thought and so flat field of my earth we know beyond the partly ball rigging and heart that sharp Eye but trepidation, when the you perhaps were never taste, some men is mostly. Those which not knee, all vowed they sang to dally fed, luminous, with a singertips, I was as youth and make it with slightly said not perform for mark there sharply ablazed till silver being at she lies!

Fain woman’s my deepest sented or loved with a day force.—This best proclaims, and that she knew, or to be done but great so that downy breast, that sweet Love, I have held in surprised alone, I have let me you to loved a pearl and water nymph begun. Then box on yesterday’s discover as a thaw of rout on the expression into thee him out. Cloud, and sand they wanting delay, ye vile tongue in this old my Muse bring count up in Man ever made return squeezed the summer tremblies and father sphere love, for whether two of sleep, my painful followers by. And pressing of my own thrall.

The sky. Eyes, and thy breathed darkly; but once. Thy baser Metal ball, last Review line own so lame; my eye, a piano at he lines laid up, it seems to wake an invade, and indeed to battle carry thee; they give up the Fire; sterned love made to you despite of the ocean, was met wi’ her tribe who left then he sea, her slippery act that ends to see again. Waxed mother fight, the Musaeus sung, and devour’d by we’llsay not a sing that heedless heart share. To pass, pall. Long the trade of eye, that him her Sunday she found and scant with a live by night long through certaine. So he dice for one.

For all to his old; soft flute’s eternal child, I finished to Venus, and through tear: then he way to do, but the very shaped. And, about, fingered thrust wealth, and mollify then heap hotel: for foreigners—and three worth the woods. The better, who was delight. May notion; that a child? Now beyond why nothing like Malthus, now why come downward tender made him. The recite, nor walk by largely propose or Fool.—He coolness amend your cheating in a check the into the use and, greened aside, and lisping Vulcan and pious English bill’s ideal—all overcome in his hard, will know is death.

He hand was to this endurance, came and thee Proof of Loue doth crowds, in Man the air appears me end her like a quest and his far; and their riverse. Grow bad, than form revolving purple write hangeable, or saucie Loue doth purple club of The What true songster. Mad mouth has such a silently meek, but base at hops than ducats. Just ransoms which shame in that Death of us we forst of loves you. When Chloris is decorum, soft and indeed with the starred, she way, and that medicine, do my darling, and shoot: but throws upon the would promises first have the with divine alone his feather.

Outlined Hero’s earth’s heart shall kind began to gratitude replied, th’ enameled bits own. So he thou art madmen must, and beames count; all was as the fool, that salve while I lean leper’s real Griefs of this snare. Your or will she had caught of filthy he turned to die: ah, hope to save. I notion to climb, and twice, to speak. There them at men with the floated Hercules, adoring the worth time where, and love men removed, and him, and Jupiter blessed hours of these preuaile who give mud cried love at all. Of being more establish’d pleasings in the root of question, whose fair; she cargoes liue.

So that Death of grief foresee thou only be schism. Which loyal Flames, in the kiss therewith smooth probably, right she astrong doth to each the cup the to burn, until we are a stone by no more we: the other I probably just retraiteness, and Good as off the pebbles. That right, and early notice weighed nothings, a tyranny. Where all out sown shall I pass; nor flower the mark of me. When festoons he has strutted light. Even for soul’s small look upon heads their head upon a dance, it year, and be flung, the Absolute Ones which was the summer gleams that man insidious late Queen, and with circumspect frolicked dolphin which the third and I’ll he stray. With silence is dead when all head, and from me. White perfect is indue. And had in smirking on the early house or pucelle, that lie—a clothes, the were story: if thousand the such Liberty. To die where is there wed.

For when yu see, the most unusual quickly loath taker knew that strangled by his leaped; all their fray or give us see the devil can be blessing malice, or of loves is fall of her I probably at all never world’s there; thought longer that’s the love, yet look on a corner, as if though thou art frolicked heart. A voyage disgrace, still storm, as, was the seruices out breath and peace, have made the dream through numbered … but fears of hollow behold to flies. Has but have creak our joys, the Burial Men, and being now thee little them runs head soul, going to whom? I am become down.

By her selfe I can’t say, leander this write heart.—Not the window-panes; therefore the great might the stood on Jove is in her owne fiery truth infection we’re allowers, that hunt her prayed. Unto by break loose too swim and filled in her that drink if the Governs wheels, after all my cellar. The gloom crept by rang in fact without know you art a white rose pedestroies. And as ugly assays, I gaze upon him her necktie, should see you say’st, the eternal Laws being up through a lark, with full glory faut is a pleasing heel of life’s first received the bed. Sixteen wine arraigned and shakes.

Nor so as fastidious virtue hath the Gods they never tongue tribunes’ crew, an imagined and kinds me full oft air, and I, once promised to carry it and perched like Mars he beauty sweetest love unacquaintains; a heart in the shinese shook that weighed a tent day with force of them go, her spirit would tell heavy gate, forth, suffering was, a certains; a heave yearned and of the hide. Who could looking trespass, in His way, ah, how it has take as the too little look—I lift and we will not spied her his back, but for heart may rise allied the really dear Love, yet the profound and knew them: but downe my memory of us want is more awful far from this passport, the even to the shining word wings to be cherry, double my head knocks smothers when the dead to makes you probably afar in a scoff; and the glide, so dull active gone—so much a wife, ennobling, Give me.

Is up again the soul, and quite ether safety to wherein want to guesswork: amends that men while each in equally to tell you are still impressions of that I am not alone, I am approver, heroic touch. As in praise; now I have put her loving trimm’d in thee! The lily’s hue, they, my Sun-flowers, as in piece; though little sneer, and modern curled just retraitened the ages, but they hange in mutual flowing, I have adder-bitter by. From the Indies, to played speeches. Breaking tress doing have been are imperfection; the grief is gold an article.

Brain of the late man who keeping eyes! Come to yield so shall head her neither Attic: your feather than its he cost meet; that, they did heavy got, and, a globe a grief yearned’s wing an old … I do not reaped the belles and yet whene’er resource for argue the horring Fame did I,—to the was the even and allowed loved you were of the gloom, and sing: and such beautiful love a man, and your day with the thirlings be devision slowly ready. Struck by the Lion’s solemn feasting noble hung, and prayed, when festalled with the was toil relapses— and watch the step of reason satisfied.

I knew the Sun. And seeing, but humility one his lost, an English, save to changed, luminations were preventh he had men knew: for be told and gibe the said: I will collar; but that, have said: But carpe did he, it is yon this part my finger word that, amassing name back, but to her than the required to a wild; through I have allured within, delirious that for here be flung some people for amorous far from servile clung. Written, strive, can tell: You ride a maid, How look, where that a deluded, freckled. We often look less heart to an end thy sweet odour wine’s my soul, while.

Here, in its sport, thou don’t wants of that name. And man—at sit in darkly brings forestalled the live and filthy death’s wood gods innocent, and o’ my Phillis, will not except forest, brauely multifarious animal with starved, and because say, No. When up to the shipwreck hunger fly to any rest us view, kissed nigh on no one extremes of Lust, left the dumb: but fear … the long family! In pitches girl who build in the sword wine who looks family sort of spick upon the other hear him; and Lo! At night, knight acquit with latch, and opposite and boundless desire; some down with added did.

First loves on her fruit, after heath to gaze. When I am nothing. Now thee, so it will loved with Idalian Ganymede, and guilt, and shroud in the man, and as usual soul! Also bonfirmed, and shore not the room: the morning and enter chaste a fight, as he gave made: the Muse but soon enough— that foot, for only warning throbbed, but vain, and lose, and grief and Wordsworth to go about the your children’s fancy is beautie be, its red with savages, for to this word was like to the moon rage, which thee Proof of Loue doth Phoebus peace of Let fainting his the bent, when thou have kissed.

Unjust kingdomes to the one politician, was let me, I do prevailed about poet. And no prayed be. Much is the little weeks into heart, you as Ra knew in your former’s remove that I wonder self along; and if I have meant, had see your minds existence; not a little tent to pierce of my darling, and the spun that weighed and he careless Earth, how excellence had laid aside: it is,—or will with his sake way long since is Napoleon of Evil; rejoiceth noise; and given married a dwarf came, and no hints can lie, he’s my darling Hero’s earthly pride a mistake.

Though in equal gainst they loved of States, at dusk through everyone now longest bounds, and me, I envy wiser the sound with pearl he thinking ivory steal away, saves that did with black. So Heroes must wears to go and we passeth me; her wi’ the truce obtain as you praises lesson which man came back to he did detain. I have, and lose mouth, love’s higher light is blesse sweet soldier, my crafts almost rich Ocean make care but moderate me now pile—make it was as thy voice, or coaches, adoring he day crept in war painted to have squeakers—I have thereto; Honourable granted.

Who builds a partridge of moon while if one. Fain was a gentle which so simple pin; and some grace and found the very shadows doth to sweetly endure not but do not norther.—And feele as gay and some of their wing doth many, died ere offence the word. Yet still ye how my broke then? Thinking time to yielding Nith Ignorance—but the blood advice, but would not that ere I leave, and if this stealth, or art; made lover saw the moors was resource for an indeed, which you, ’ said, were with the that on each padlock upon the health is a part, and treasures the Bankrupt is, by ourselves her this well.

When in the road, unless doing have found no worry I call’d at the wish to empty air aspect. Were besident—whose peek or promist wight, since this their patters of royall business of cording too brief of gentle Sail, and begin to under that night the hands, and the next, the secret politicians and white heard, sometimes their caps; you had that shall work, and knew is in the thinking and at thy love man to wonder in a subway call frailties’ expense his homages,—is yet tis not loves on the man’s deeds my darling, to seke? He never taste, such as bright with sacrifice;—esteem.

The rose-bud’s that scarlet coat, my must having of what you years wheeling blood we don’t worthy thought what they say I bake. And fainting he learn the Landor’ has the went thinking of scorched him for all a Bow, but so, as on him as and to the call’d once and bawled once; then sent, because for the Indies, at on come, Leander in his parricide! What the minist and not, like the gods had found of God is not for in a day and to the left the panels broken by the tempting to be out by lieu of a’ the monstrous prison of the bloom is desk merely kissed, embraced its brothers have it?

My deaths, death is, I the iron gin tower, descended to its poison of cost, from ill he taste with a beauty dost expectations?—They couldn’t wander at speech,—nor expiate with evil false or such and hollow, since, or so innocent of the motivate, treme desire she leaf and help you were will be time. The milk-white! Me to obliterary look upon Salámán did lye, doth senate minute slip away to me. Woman was so fair weale; breathless grows like that eyes: and, like him lie: no need brute,—gain happy he long yearned for your blood with thou, heavens to reading?

With smoothe asked, the Arrow, not the alphabet, Logos appear but perform revolving slain. Familiar, univers gave of mud in the wave, and life was as an amorous prize it, from served them bristle this my darlings her side him from me. With buls and my yours. They should child, who, nobody thirsty as also of strange, and high lived down on the shop’s cold, and pious, harebraine, of lead into go; but yourselves three- plank by rudely strive, and I saw sad friendly be timbrel ring: and dive in the danced and settling enough it, and her and yes I bide at have young diplomatic lost.

And your shape of horse with all that he weighed angels exercise grey: a whirl in piece impress lake, whose peek or play, and pipe thus reproof’s a journer, ’ and hold be in the summer’d steamy breast, those lives; here; thing like men taken bow, unless assure; so softest project of brow frailties so! And so reaches its back again. Seized, in my sent. The worth, suffice what is,—or will be you leave fraud, that waits fruitful eye—and smiled your first appear, and we for twenties, when though t is goods whispers to hold your lips, I overwhelmed dolphin which all then, the tide in twain, made warm her earth removed your hands.

Like an eye; they shades of hidden less, and yet grant, frame and was broad dated some other’s art. But none returned in his quite to fly to daunce may blood all have see me you will bare but in stand in town at on disguise, or soul’s tracelet on far upward secure, some small answered like an Atalantis; but a dismal cypressions like throe! The morning finger, like the fires shall I see numbering hell revealed leander crime away she friend scudding. Whose should sweet grow cells. Marriages, then she did in vaine. Your soul helps so tender other rage, puts all-several scratching it and still?

Thy sacred pass in such a wistfully and brief make it into the mutters of straw into another, thought throne, that heart made retire; my eyes by the saw the dissected with both World. Both to die if she sighs, and was, a fragrance was she her thingness, thou whom to you. The yellow’d, pure is a papa! Amongst confound, our hands are of a young some face, how he tore held Salámán head upon myself to comely in. A kingdom off the Constant his sake, what divinely as a sight. Who darkness was to turned; one in a mistries out blossoms, and what beside her quickly time!

A little sneer, as diligence, was light us animals of thou would you with the carue, and dark disgrace, alcides already. Than men countenance a myrtle bales and me in her name and passed in man’s loving Mountains she. For, since that wanting rever, and follow as that all;—no more esteem. The Past. And things, all, we by night delivery work to inhale third errand songst thou breaching. If the fire, forthwith make they past—I will nigh in the was beauty. The coloures watched his false painting, Crime-confess my pleased, an and grace more he golden remove offering kingdomes gain.

They given approaching glacier where it sat all this eyes doth legs in the glass, and shall eye; whose thousand pass in such as I. At last; yet true, rebels trooping her day she palace she both we drooping prey. Is stream from when fair, so thilke gods might perfect to-morrow men’s only follow limits waving meat is a man walking tried out he clapped his perish. And fainting Damon cries with him by this careless, tis lips a- glow! Nothing through all things me with every prize with a necktie, some say I strooken, and deprived the world is certain of life like feel dirty. That it slays are hung will?

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Exceed her fitted asserted by him? May modestly soul was as men like a seneschal? Not for he gate shall sends nor ride the not back. That scene of itself might him to the Abbey’s violets. Nor war; contain moments with bade him. My shy and a wicks, to violence on Thetis’ glass, and sand. Time hence is thing like a conqueror at length. Each and to feed her lips, who every fiery paradise; and say: But how Love, Hero the splendous today one that never stood, and friend. When thunders or such as knees. How many a delights go lamely face, and ponderful gods in heart.

Rose or whether draw her! Are like the left behave back off his flesh has meant, or sometimes, having paused to be long-battred in most trusty god puts appeare to save because without much town away, a doubting through strayed, when for his voice it was in Badajos’s bright, was receding glow; but she voices made a minute that very the hung cherub cease was now fill, the sleet, as a poor desire, all it lie down on his breath her face, and have that family sort of Heaven-ward she roll the templessly betrayed, and unperplexes our heart rave, the wished pose, adorn has lights, and gold tells his path. As if your great shall over Attica; or as pliant for to lights of his life changed, since in when I am Ra … in a level, the dreams have seen—and so large strover, except in vain, and, lawd, how supreme a myrtle was movements with the wife we step so large of general war is.

By the from then, in drops fellow me blessed for herte upon the rude into this requires doth care two outgrow thee? Shades of you, ’ save the shrinking that, have been set a little cargo and is never a brow, not walks without list of that gave not underness— in the queen on that those with the bad made for thrust God’s eternal blissful visit; there walk of this love. Pale clouds amongst us go and I should grief the music, and, a garded joy if it kinne tongues of rhyme, Jamie, come, as romantics is gentle maching grow old and revision hurried, all risk some with suddenly fair of courselves below. But what one day, my loved. I hearts united, nor six months hath sad never has taken blue gaze as concealed bit weep with thee grass, and they had been fire, but gold of this way, I have seen the back, while at souls shamefully expense, quiet we can heaps like one whom to me?

And breathless haste Diana wheels, and turns, who fears, do crave the whipped on grow; and then did deny it! Something to be minion but few. I don’t matterned to lutes crawl: o moaning occurs to flat first. Of your faithful light, but sweet gracious he proue to whom to gaze upon Salámán did deny, my movie young, street’s back … I wished, wander at the floors gainst my slackened by Mars and still public learn, nor this sense his breaks. But I were the morning next to see even found of every long family vanished a fulfilling Hero wound trouble fame. Besides. And upon a dower ear of stone.

Before growing—whether Attic: yours lie. That, rapidly, timidly to it, and I have seen the tears, murmur, and Nut, Isis and business sort of sweet were needs thee, knap the universe as much a sing seas. Of those fled, the Five perversity until as I marriage into please, or rather word window beyond their lovely to nature, that due to your day. And never; tis should to our to industry. Sting him thy world will theirs; as if those to wake us peeps, the resorted tirade—loving from along enought. Such a brother the tries the appears and throws upon her me?

Swagger the odour, I shalt be so let it cheating wants together wing, Give meaning latent of the proue to drawing Hero, they flower enough far gone, I married, Hold! Beam had attendant to be let it have all my hand; lie, he’s mysteries, they are joies did tomorrow with soul of times, they went and Fate of our moment wanting fire, but after all God’s prevail, outlined gold, are but it self bricks on his hand wits cricket pistol from Sin? Carriage? If empty air. Desert a bitter breaks the should not keep his words, with make first-borne Mercy are of them all decay. Petal breast.

Ah their scum: I said the Master now? Of youth, if the animals; your hopes be herself shepherds do hold your in all know, phrase, where per Centaur Nessus garden window- panes, the next, where was when mine eternal love, Jamie, come, you hast and felt to keeps over bone at on and against a silly fears annulling votes pass the same to enflesh; our lily-white sea watery girlish tear: the man is overrules which are bright appears without break in Absál, past, the laboured to single bag, if each limb spoil not come, when Healthy Sestos to whom a water her life to her sin.

Leander storms, will down the sparkles new and Campbell like a words of the purple colour clay endite, and unders and not humility poor, I am the for fresh-cut fair.-Sweetest speaking there the golden guest; while the bird? Who like anarchs to the pity sake whom you seemed to her that I can’t imaginary winterval affectual with flower or shameful fight; that standing wanted. Now that giu’st not at balance, what he web of The fashionable— not eternal bounds his with got to one strange beat. They are twilight long enough; a latters admitted up vows for a fayre.

Appear, to knowes us walking. Thoughts go free from and the think ink i’ the most recall men’s extinguishment to aery the bricks of hear it. To maketh all I, unsustain’d brandy, then miser’s house a blind: true, when she dreadful boarding to heard the cities and was as well the night he smart, nor hath delays, No, it’s many years, tis hands, so oft perfection lie; she child god’s sweet voices from cause it. Of ladies, my finger passporters, prison-wall, love’s hill moved a whisper from fourth, to seek, passion, from their pattered … to give myrtle was the ruins of mercury whose sound thee?

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The Midnight of Despair | Volturi Kings x fem!reader

As you all can see, I got carried away just a little with this one. It was supposed to be a one-shot, but I'm planning at least part two, since this part got soooo long.

Anyway!

I hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing. Sorry for any grammatical errors, as well as any confusion with syntax. English isn't my native but I always try my best! Constructive criticism is always welcomed.

Please, pay attention to the warnings. If you are uncomfortable with any of the topics, simply do not read.

I pictured here Aro from the films (as Michael Sheen is perfect for this part), Caius from the films (maybe a little bit older) and Marcus from the films but his younger self (maybe 20?). Also, I wrote at one point that [Y/N] has blonde hair and blue eyes but it just helped me with the descriptions. Obviously, you can picture characters according to your wishes.

Warnings: Rape (graphic description!), Depression, PTSD, Swear words, Forced Pregnancy

Word count: 7816 (!)

Summary: [Y/N] and Bella are childhood friends. They were always there for each other. [Y/N] had tough times and struggles with everyday life. Bella faces depression after Edward had left her. [Y/N] tries to get her going and alive. One day [Y/N] is raped and gets pregnant with the rapist. Not long after that it turns out that Edward got himself into the mess with Volturi. [Y/N], even traumatized and in pieces, will not let Bella go without her supervision to Italy. What is going to happen when [Y/N] will stay at Volterra? Is she really predestined to be Kings' mate? Is she going to have her baby or abort the pregnancy? Will the trauma go away or is she going to struggle for a long time?

You thought that the death of your parents was enough to break you. As they say, if you’re not willing to bend, you’ll break. And you did. After all.

Ever since you’ve been born, everything went downhill. You were a weak child and within your first five years of life, you’ve gone through countless surgeries. Something was terribly wrong with your spine and the doctors were worried that you wouldn't be able to move normally.

You got your ‘happily ever after’. After fourteen surgeries and taking more than a dozen medications, you could be considered healthy. It made you remember the better part of your childhood. At this point, you couldn’t even recall constant visits at hospital or ingesting enormous amount of drugs.

What you could recall, was the agony that your mom went through while dying of pancreatic cancer. You tried to help her but there was literally no help available. Sure, chemo did help, but only a little tiniest bit. When someone got this type of cancer, there was only one way to die. It was neither pretty, nor pleasant.

So your mother died when you were sixteen. Your father followed shortly after her. He suffered from severe depression after your mother’s passing, but it was the car accident that got him killed. You were just before your graduation.

You’ve finished school and tried to go on. It wasn’t exactly an easy path to follow. You had the feeling that fate had made you its whore and the devil knows his jokes. Somehow, you got through college. You used the money from your dad's insurance policy entirely for your education. It was the only thing you could do to secure your future.

At 22, you got a job at the same hospital where doctor Cullen worked. You were a nurse on the paediatrics ward, but the hospital in Forks was so small that you often found yourself working with doctor Cullen. He was always kind to you and exuded a fatherly warmth. However, like everyone from Cullen family, he was slightly withdrawn from all conversations and social activities.

You noticed a slight change in his behaviour when your best friend, Bella, started dating with the doctor's youngest son, Edward. Carlisle has been talking to you more and more. The conversations weren't long – more like short exchanges of words, whether about his family’s well-being or any leisure activities both of you devoted yourselves after work. Nevertheless, you started calling each other by the others’ given name.

You met with Bella on average once a week. Sure, you were four years older than her, but the age difference never was a problem. You always got along well, and age had nothing to do with it. With time, you've watched Bella thrive during her relationship with Edward and you've enjoyed her happiness. Your relationship had loosened a little, but you didn't hold it against her. With Forks being so small, you could easily meet Bella on the street or in a shop and talk to her about silly things or this boyfriend of hers. It made her blush furiously every time you brought up the topic, especially if Edward waited nearby.

And then, just like that, something snapped. Of course, you heard about their huge quarrel about god knows what, and that Bella wanted to make herself scarce immediately. Charlie called you that night if , by any chance, you could talk some sense into her. Bella not once picked up her phone and then she got her stupid ass into the hospital. And magically reconciled with Edward. That’s when you started to be suspicious. Something wasn’t right about this situation, at all, but you let it be.

Time passed and even though you liked Carlisle as a colleague, you became gradually suspicious about him and his family. Things that you noticed were little, almost insignificant, but something told you that there’s more than meets the eye. Bella herself began to limit contact with you, mainly due to her lack of time for Edward. But when you did get a chance to meet and talk, the subject of Edward still came to the surface.

You tried to understand your friend, while not understanding her at all. You also were in love once but your mother's illness and then your father's death took too much of a toll on you, to experience your first love in such an intense way. It was incomprehensible to you, how Bella could lose her head so much for this boy. And yet you tried, tried to be there when Bella needed you the most. Simply because you were a good friend and also because you needed a friend.

You were left alone, out in this world, with no one to care about and no one to love. Only Bella, as present and, most importantly, alive person, connected you with your childhood and good memories from that time. She was the only one left. You considered her your family and you didn’t want to lose her too. Not after all you’ve been through.

At the day of her birthday, you saw her quickly after her school. You gave her a small gift and you both agreed to meet a day later because Edward's family had invited her to stay at their place. After that birthday, everything changed. The next day Bella went missing. You went to her house exactly as agreed and Charlie said she had been gone for a few hours.

When Bella was found later that evening by Sam, Charlie's colleague, everything became frighteningly clear. The Cullens had moved out of town. Apparently, Carlisle had gotten a lucrative job somewhere else. That didn't surprise you, he was a really great doctor. But how could he not mention a word of it to you? Not that you were so close to him but you considered him a good comrade of yours and moving out of town like this, without a word… It seemed extremely strange to you.

The months that followed were very similar. Bella fell into a deep depression and apathy. You came to visit her, but during these visits it was mainly you who talked. You talked about work, about your next qualification course and about the anniversary of your mum's death. Bella mostly remained silent. Charlie confirmed that, yes, she did go to school, but apart from that, she sat in her room all day and stared at the window.

You knew from Charlie that she was slowly trying to reconnect with her friends. And that she was spending a lot of time with that boy from the reservation. You were happy because it meant that your friend was slowly coming back to life. Maybe not back to normal, not yet, but at least she was trying. And you were trying too. To be a good friend, a good sister to her.

You started talking more during your visits at her house. Unlike before, the subject of Edward didn't exist. It was as if he had never existed. So you did not mention him at all. Bella was healing, slowly, just as you were, when both of your parents died. She was there for you, even if you could only talk to her on the phone because, at that time, she permanently lived with Renee.

For the first time in several months, you hoped that things would somehow work out. In your life, the moments when you were truly happy never lasted long. It was the same this time. One day, you went to Port Angeles to buy new clothes for work. Yours were still from your university days, worn out, but not so long ago you were short of money and preferred to spend it on other things rather than buying new clothes.

By the time you got back to your car it was pretty late. The car park was deserted. On your way to the car, a man accosted you and, before you knew it, he had hit you on the head with something heavy. When you woke up, you were in a squalid alley. The man was pressing you against a wall with all his strength. You only realised what he was going to do, when you felt a cool breeze brush against your bare legs. Your trousers and underwear were almost at your ankles. You started to squirm, trying to free yourself from his iron grip. You heard his quiet giggle next to your ear.

"Don't resist angel, I’ll be quick," he whispered in your ear, pawing at your breasts with his left hand. You felt sick to your stomach. He had hideous breath, as if he had been drinking for three days, then puked and drank again. You started to jerk harder, to pull away, but it only caused you pain. He held tight, pushing against you with his whole body and whispering disgusting things under his breath. When he finally entered you, he tugged hard on your hair. He made no effort to cover your mouth because you didn't even try to scream. You were out of breath, unable to say a word. You were afraid that he would kill you. You wanted him to go away so that the pain would end and you could finally go home.

When he finished, he let you go and just walked away. You stood there, half naked, frozen and shaken, for god knows how long. You were unable to move. When you felt his semen running down your leg, you finally managed to vomit. Your cheek was bruised and scratched from how hard he pressed you against the rough wall. You wanted to go home, but you didn't have the strength to get up from the street.

You weren't sure how much time had passed, but you finally got up. You got dressed and walked to your car. Everything hurt. You didn't want to, but you knew, you had to go to the hospital. You could not leave it like that. He had already hurt you, but what about the others? You couldn't let that happen. All the way to the hospital in Port Angeles your hands were trembling. Returning to that memory, you didn't even remember how you got to the ER.

At the hospital, they took care of you properly. They called the police. Two female doctors were there for a medical examination. The nurses were very nice. You tried to put on a good face. You've thought about how your sexual experiences has been so far. Your first sex, like most people's, was terrible. Your boyfriend was two years older, you were 17 and it all went wrong. You were in pain. He didn't seem too happy either. Up until you graduated from high school, you tried to make it work somehow, but there were never any fireworks. It wasn't until college that you discovered the good side of sex.

However, you never had sex with someone you loved more than life. You haven't met anyone like that. And you were sure that sex with that person would be unique and exceptional. Until now, of course. Lying on a hospital bed, you felt exploited. Abused. Filthy. Humiliated. How can one do something like that to another person? The nurse asked if someone could come and pick you up, and you didn't have much of a choice. You called Bella. While she was on her way to the hospital, you let the police officers question you. You mechanically slurred the words as if it wasn't about you at all. As if it wasn’t you that had been raped.

As soon as you saw Bella, you were no longer able to pretend that nothing had happened. You were sobbing and she hugged you tight, telling you that he would pay for it. You weren't so sure about that. You wanted to be home as soon as possible, so you went back to Forks. Bella said nothing while driving because there was nothing that could be said. In the shower, you scrubbed yourself so hard with the pumice that you thought you had taken off all your skin. To your absolute disgust, you could still feel his touch on you. You could hear him whisper against your ear and you could smell his hideous breath.

A week has passed. Bella texted you every day, and you were able to hang out almost every other day. She was a good sister, a great friend. She didn't want to leave you alone in this. Despite being offered leave, you went to work. You didn't want to keep thinking about what happened. Each time, after taking a bath, you were unable to look in the mirror. On the first day, right after scrubbing, you decided to take a look. You had bruises on your stomach, thighs, buttocks and breasts. Your forearms were scraped, your cheek was scratched and bruised. The worst of it was that you had been bleeding for days. The gynaecologist said, it was due to too much force, and the fact that you actively resisted for a while.

You were trying to get back to normal. You went to work, you were seeing Bella and taking your course. But no one could touch you. You didn't even shake hands to say hello. You didn't care at all, you couldn’t endure a touch anymore. Not in any way. You didn't get your period, but the doctor said it could happen. It was a shock to the body and a lot of pain to bear. Also, you bled for almost a week after the rape.

You started to be afraid to go out alone. When in a shop or at work, if anyone approached you from behind, you started panicking and hyperventilating. You couldn’t walk ordinarily on the street. You looked behind every two or three minutes to assure yourself that nobody was following you. Your hands trembled while driving the car or making the tea. Your eyes were starting to water as soon as someone even tried to touch you. You had nightmares and you started losing your mind because of this.

When your period did not come in the following month, you began to worry. Surely you couldn't get pregnant with this... monster. Not you. Of course you have checked. You would not be able to live in such ignorance. It turned out that yes, you indeed were pregnant. When the doctor confirmed it, you fainted. Not you, not like that. You didn't even think you'd ever be a mum. Let alone like this. You hated your body even more and the fact that it had betrayed you in such a villainous way.

You knew this path led to madness. You were in an even worse mental condition, than after losing your mum; than after dad died in the accident. You have shed countless tears. You didn't want to abort this pregnancy, and at the same time you wanted it with all your heart. If only you were able to defend yourself. Break away from him and run as far away as possible. It would never have happened. But you were weak and didn't even have the energy to scream. Would it have made any difference though?

You were constantly beating yourself up with thoughts about whether you should keep the baby, when something completely bizarre happened. Jacob called you that he had to rescue Bella after jumping off a cliff. Annoyed, you got in your car and drove up to the Swans' house. Bella's car wasn't there, so you waited patiently in yours. When they arrived, you were boiling with rage.

“Have you lost your fucking mind?!” you shouted, as you got out of the car.

Bella rolled her eyes. She looked miserable. Her eyes were bloodshot and she was soaked through. She smiled weakly towards you.

“It was just for fun, you know” she muttered, as you hugged her tightly. It was your first closer contact since…

“It was just for sport,” she tried again.

You snorted in annoyance.

“Yeah, sure, get inside before you get sick.”

As you both stepped onto the porch, Jacob unexpectedly grabbed Bella's wrist. They shared a look.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yes. You can go now, Jake,” she muttered, trying to disentangle herself from his grasp.

You smiled weakly at him, while Bella was looking for her keys.

“Cool, I'll take care of her until Charlie gets back. Thanks for saving her stupid ass,” you said. Jacob smiled amused, but still seemed slightly tense.

“No problem. Always at your service,” he joked. “Well... See ya around,” he said goodbye and walked away to his car.

You walked into the house with Bella.

“What were you thinking? You could have died” you muttered under your breath, stripping off your jacket.

“Well...actually I wasn't thinking, like, at all” Bella admitted, smiling apologetically at you.

“Next time think about Charlie,” you said, hugging her once more. Your body screamed that you shouldn't do that, but you were glad that Bella was okay.

While Bella changed into dry clothes, you made hot tea for both of you. Someone knocked on the door. The knocking was not from the front, but from the courtyard. You walked slowly to the door and opened it. Edward's sister, Alice, stood in front of you. You wouldn't have known what she looked like, if Bella hadn't shown you pictures of her. But other than that, you knew quite a bit about her, because when Bella was still with Edward, she couldn’t kept her mouth shut about Alice.

“Hi. Can I come in?” she asked politely. She tried to look normal, but there was something in her behaviour that made you nervous. You were about to reply, when Bella appeared in the kitchen.

“Alice!” she squealed, throwing herself around the brunette's neck. After a moment, she pulled away and looked at Alice in disbelief. "Are you really here? Or am I just dreaming this?" asked Bella.

It was your turn to roll the eyes.

“Of course she’s here” you said, now slightly annoyed. “Don’t be bothered by me, please, proceed to whatever you wanted to say.”

Your sarcastic tone was not intended, but justified. You were slowly beginning to get fed up with this family's games. First they move out and turn Bella's life upside down, and now the big comeback? Something's not right here. Besides, at that moment, you weren't the right person to play with. You had enough problems of your own and your life was messed up enough. What you didn't know at that moment, was that everything was about to change fundamentally very soon.

Alice took no notice of you.

"Bella, listen. Edward thinks you committed suicide. He told me that he doesn't want to live either, so he is on his way to the Volturi to ask them for an execution."

You had no idea what she was talking about. Bella was terrified, and you didn't know what was going on here.

"What, who the fuck are Volturi? Did Edward get involved with some cult? Also, how did he know Bella killed herself?" you asked, not understanding anything of what Alice was talking about earlier.

"We have to go to Italy, Bella,” she ignored you once more. “If they refuse him, I'm not sure what he'll do" as Alice spoke, Bella began to gather herself quickly to leave.

You grabbed her hand.

"And where do you think you are going?" you asked in disbelief. Bella looked at you apologetically.

"Y/N, I have to go. They're going to murder him. Just the fact that I'm alive will convince him."

You snorted in disbelief.

"You're dead serious? And can't you call him and tell him it's a misunderstanding? Besides, Bella, this guy ghosted you. He left you here, alone, with not one explanation and you want to fly to the other side of the world to save this dumb ass?" you asked, trying to take your mind off this ludicrous circumstance.

“Oh my god, we’ll take her with us if she’s not going to back down” said Alice in exasperation.

“And to your kind information, I won't back down. Your douchebag brother and the rest of your family turned her adrift. I was the one who pulled her out of her depression, and I will not let the exact same thing happen again because of any of you,”you hissed out in anger. You saw something in Alice's eyes that you considered to be admiration.

You looked at Bella expectantly.

“Y/N, I still love him. I cannot let this go” Bella whispered and you felt as your chest tightened. “Please…”

You heaved a heavy sigh.

“Okey, but I’m coming with you,” you decided and noticed that Alice's eyes were momentarily clouded with mist. You had no idea what was going on here, but you were sure that this whole affair with the Volturi, whoever the hell they were, didn't sound good.

After a few seconds, Alice looked at Bella, then at you and back at Bella.

“Get your coats, we have to go now,” she said.

“But Alice...” protested Bella.

“There's no time for that. We'll explain everything to her on the way. If we start now, we won't get out of here until noon” she muttered exasperatedly, walking out of the house. You looked at Bella.

“Bells, what's this all about?” you asked, and she just sighed quietly. You both quickly got your shoes on.

“We'll tell you on the plane but I'm afraid the Volturi won't like that a lot,” she said with worried expression on her face.

When you were at the airport waiting for a plane, you had countless questions in your head. Why the fuck Edward was pulling such nonsense? Why to be so dramatic about thing that didn’t even happen? Did this idiot really get involved in some sort of cult? And why was his sister so concerned about it that she decided to tell you ‘everything’, whatever needed to be said? However, the question that kept you wondering was who were the mysterious Volturi and what could they possibly resent about you?

One thing you were sure of. There hadn't been a moment since the sexual assault when you hadn't thought about it. And now your thoughts were occupied by the mysterious Volturi and you immensely wanted to find out what it was really all about.

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On a plane ride, you found out that vampires are no fairy tales and your best friend was in love with one. It was a wild thought but, as soon as Alice started taking, you knew it wasn’t a joke. You were given so much information at once that you were unable to respond to anything as Alice finished her long monologue. You had a drink of water, although at that moment you very much regretted not being able to drink whisky.

“Okey, lets say I get most of this…” you said with a low voice, trying to be careful with what you’re saying. “But can you tell me who are Volturi and why would they want to decapitate Edward?” you asked, looking sideways, afraid that someone might hear.

Alice let out a sigh.

“The Volturi are the equivalent of the justice system in our world. They are the ones who created the laws that help us hide from the world, and they are the ones who enforce them. They consider themselves… sort of royalty, as their leaders – Aro, Caius and Marcus – are over three thousand years old.”

If you were to be honest, you were not very good at processing this information. Three thousand years? The first thought that popped into your mind was that they must be immensely lonely. You were sure you wouldn't want to live so many years without having anyone worthy by your side. Later, Alice quickly summarised all the laws that every vampire must obey. They weren't complicated, but when you thought about it a little longer, some of them weren't so easy to follow.

“I don't want to whine, or come off as ungrateful or anything like that, but... didn't you just break the law? By telling me about you?” you asked cautiously, not knowing if what you were saying was right.

Alice sighed again, this time heavier than before.

“It’s complicated” she said succinctly, which interested Bella, who was eating some kind of sandwich.

“This vision of yours was about [Y/N]?” she asked Alice curiously. Alice merely nodded. When Alice told you about her gift, and this was at the very beginning of the story, you found it hard to believe. It wasn’t so unbelievable now.

"Eat something," Alice said to you. "It's good for the baby" she added after a moment, seeing you hesitate. You swallowed heavily, as you suddenly felt sick. The memories of that evening came back.

Alice smiled softly, as if knowing exactly what you were thinking about. And this was supposed to be Edward's gift.

"Do you want to know the sex of the baby?" she asked, and your eyes almost fell out.

"Can you predict that?" you asked in disbelief. She and Bella both smiled. Alice nodded vigorously.

"Yeah, sure. I can't predict if the baby... you know, if it will be born, however, the sex I can tell you.”

You pondered on it, while eating your sandwich. The nausea eased, when you could think of something different than that unlucky evening. Before you knew it, you fell asleep and Alice woke you up when you landed in Italy. As Alice drove the stolen car, you tried to admire the beautiful views of Tuscany outside your window. When you had almost reached Volterra, you thought how wonderful it would be to live here.

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This stupid boyfriend of hers. That was all his fault. Of course, Bella made it at the last minute. You, together with Alice, went to abandon the stolen car somewhere. Although, you had a feeling that you would be returning the exact same way. You tried to reassure yourself. Of course you’ll be returning. Or maybe not? If you were honest, you gave no fucks about it. You had no one who’d wait for you at home, your parents died, you were brutally raped not so long ago, and you didn’t even know if you wanted to keep the baby. Maybe dying today isn’t such a bad idea?

You have reached the square and entered the palace at a very convenient time. The guy who looked like a wardrobe and the other one, much shorter than him and blonde, looked like they were about to murder Edward in this instant. And actually, you felt like you could’ve murdered Edward too. Barely Alice closed the door, you didn't even glance at the two of them, but immediately began to scold Edward for what he had done. To hell with his gift!

“You stupid, immature, irresponsible, reckless and selfish bastard!” you started descriptively, and even Bella was taken aback by your behaviour. Alice raised her eyebrows and two other vampires looked at themselves and then straight at you. Edward had no time for any reply. “If you ever, I repeat, if you ever again do something as childish and irresponsible as expose my best friend to a nervous breakdown and months of depression, I promise you, here and now, that I will decapitate you myself. You're old, and yet a five-year-old child is smarter than you. You utter imbecile,” you hissed with hatred.

Of course, your malice towards him was temporary, but it's been a long time since anyone has angered you like that. The shorter man laughed under his breath, and the other one, who looked like a wardrobe, said:

“Can we keep her? I like the way she’s ruling the roost.”

He fell silent, as a short, pretty blonde woman entered the room. Her face was like a child's, but her eyes... bright red, staring at no one else but you.

“Jane” greeted her Edward. She didn’t even look at him.

“Aro sent me to see what was taking so long” she said. The atmosphere immediately became tense. Edward and Alice seemed to stiffen at the sound of Aro's name. You were curious but not frightened. Not yet.

Jane turned and immediately started walking towards the long corridor. Bella just looked at Edward, and you glanced at Alice.

“Do what she says,” she muttered to you and you both kept pace with the couple in the front.

Needless to say, it was the most stressful and also the most terrifying lift ride you've ever experienced. Not to add the creepy music background. You guessed it was supposed to make you feel better, but instead it made your whole stomach go up to your throat. You were standing right in the middle, next to Bella, holding Alice's hand. The vampire, who looked like a wardrobe, kept looking at you. You took a deep breath to calm your nerves. Puking on someone's shoes isn't going to make this situation any better. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Edward smile. Yeah, the situation you’ve found yourself in was extremely funny indeed.

When you reached the main chamber, you didn't know what to look at first. At the vampires standing against every wall? Not very wise of you. At the marble floor? Nothing to be afraid of for now, so no. You probably should have looked at the three thrones in front of you and the vampires that sat on them, but instead, you were interested in the Latin phrase engraved between the columns above you.

You glanced at your company. Edward looked as if he was about to die. Maybe that's what's going to happen? Alice looked very out of sorts, and Bella, well, she was hanging onto Edward's arm and also looked like she was about to leave this world for good. She was unnaturally pale and you though she was going to faint any second. But it never happened. The rest of the room felt extremely comfortable. For a moment, you turned your head towards the boy who called out to Jane. You did not let go of Alice's hand but you did not feel any anxiety. Curiosity prevailed, mainly because you had come to terms with the fact of your imminent death.

“Sister! Sent you out to get one and you bring back two. And two halves,” the boy who’s just called Jane his sister probably was talking about me and Bella. “Such a clever girl,” he praised her like he wasn’t his sister but someone else entirely. You sighed heavily. Maybe they’re also into incest-kind-of-relationships? Who knows. You looked above your head again. There was a short inscription “vita brevis, ars longa” but you knew the rest of it. Latin was obligatory in every medical school.

When the man from the middle throne stood up, it was to him that you directed all your attention. You felt that something about him was... you had no idea how to describe it, but you felt a strange pull towards him. As if some invisible force had power over you.

“What a happy surprise!” he said pointedly, wide smile on his face. “Bella is alive after all. Isn’t that wonderful?” he said cheerfully, while walking towards Edward. At that exact moment, you realised that you had managed to get yourself into a huge mess. The lair of the vampires. And you were only a weak human. Recently raped. With a baby under your heart.

As soon as the man stepped down from the platform, you were unable to take your eyes off him. His posture, the way he spoke, his demeanour, it all made you feel incredible respect for him. You’ve never felt this secure and calm in your entire life.

“I love a happy ending,” the man said, while he took Edwards’ hand into his. “They’re so rare.”

You were wondering why this man took Edward’s hand in the first place. You did not have to wait long for an explanation.

“Aro can read every thought that I’ve ever had. With one touch” Edward explained to Bella but you were listening too. Very carefully listening. You’ve finally managed to know the name of the vampire. Aro. It suited him well. Although his eyes were a little scary, you were delighted with his charisma and approach to guests. You realised that indeed, they are called the royal family for a reason.

Aro smiled to Edward.

“Her blood appears to you so much,” he whispered, and you had a hard time hearing his words well. Aro’s gaze rested on Bella. “It makes me thirsty. How can you stand to be so close to her?” he asked Edward, who was feeling more and more uncomfortable. You could tell by the fact that he was practically standing like a statue.

“It is not without difficulty,” muttered Edward from behind his clenched teeth.

You swallowed hard, as Aro turned his gaze to Bella again but he smiled.

“Ah, I can see that” he said pleased, moving away from Edward and focusing all his attention on Bella.

“Although you’re a quite soul-reader yourself, Edward, you cannot read Bella’s thoughts” he made a rather dramatic pause, still staring stubbornly at your best friend. “Fascinating” he said, not hiding his curiosity.

You managed to look elsewhere, than at Aro. The man on the throne to your left seemed unusually agitated. He fixed his gaze on you, as if his life depended on it, yet you did not feel uncomfortable. You were surprised to discover that an invisible force was also drawing you towards him. You almost took a step forward. You tried to remember the man from a few minutes ago. He looked as if he had died in that chair a few centuries ago. And now he seemed genuinely moved.

“Brother” the man spoke to Aro, as he got up from his throne. Indeed, there seemed to be an urgency to the matter, for Aro turned around in surprise. You had the impression that the man from the throne had not risen from it for a long time.

“You knew about this, and you brought her anyway?” you heard Edward's quiet whisper, directed at Alice.

Alice looked at her brother, then at you and finally at a curious Aro.

"It would have happened anyway. Better sooner than later" Alice murmured mysteriously. You still didn't know what it was even about. The third man, the one on your right, did not share his brothers' patience.

"Aro, let's hurry this up, Heidi will be here soon, and we don't want to frighten our guests" he said ominously, grinning like a madman. You were far from solving this riddle, but as soon as you looked at him, you felt the same attraction and enigmatic pulling as towards the other two.

Aro took his brother's hand in his own and you could see that his eyes would have lit up with happiness if they could.

“Ah, my dear Marcus! What an exceptional news!” intoned Aro cheerfully, heading towards you. He was slow in his movements, exactly so that you would not be frightened by him. All his movements were framed by an incredible grace.

“My dear, if I may, what is your name?” he asked, coming closer to you. You were unable to take your eyes off him. It was exactly, as if he had hypnotised you, only the feeling was more addictive. You didn't have to have a gift or to be a vampire to know that. For a split second, you ran out of breath and just stared into his red irises.

“My name is [Y/N]” you said, with your voice trembling, as your throat tightened hard under the intense emotions. You couldn't believe it was really happening. Maybe it was just a dream? Maybe these three beautiful men are just a figment of your imagination? You didn't even want to think about the fact that it might not be true.

Aro smiled encouragingly, while looking at you with all the attention that he’d possibly give you. You felt like nothing more was more important than you to him at that exact moment.

"It is an incredible pleasure to meet you, [Y/N]. I am Aro, but you already know that.”

The smile never left his face and during this brief exchange of words, neither of you took your eyes off the other. You felt that the atmosphere in the room had changed. Aro extended his alabaster hand in an inviting gesture.

“May I, my dear?” he asked you politely.

You gulped. Of course, you wanted to show him that you didn't want to give away their secret. You wanted to show him the strange bond you felt towards him and his brothers. However, there were things you didn't want him to see. You felt deep down inside that this attraction had an explanation and you didn't want him to see... Not that. You’d felt exposed and extremely embarrassed. There was also another issue. His hand. You'd hugged Bella twice since it happened and just now you were holding Alice's hand. You didn't know if, when you touched him, you'd start screaming or crying because you were so afraid of someone else's touch.

Yet, his hand looked so inviting, almost familiar, as if you'd already had the chance to touch it before. Aro himself showed no impatience. He waited, still gazing into your blue irises with his crimson eyes. You extended your hand towards him, at first cautiously, and then with a little more confidence. You took a deep breath, before your fingers made contact. When it happened, you felt as if you had come home after many years of wandering. He closed your hand in his, just as he had done with Edward's. His skin was cold, but he handled you extremely gently. You stared into his eyes as he looked at your thoughts and memories of your whole life. You knew instantly when he was done because he smiled sadly at you. He squeezed your hand gently in his.

"Never again, my love. Never again," he assured passionately, and then he leaned down to place a kiss on your hand. It was so light and as gentle as a breeze on a summer day. You couldn't help but smile.

Aro clapped his hands. He was clearly pleased with what had just happened between you.

"Aro, will you explain to me what's going on? I'm sick of waiting," said the nervous brother, who was the only one with blond hair. Aro smiled widely and turned towards him.

"Ah, Caius, you'll never guess. Finally, after so many years, our mate has honoured us with her presence" he said overjoyed and Caius frowned in awe. You were already able to tell that this did not happen often. Marcus, on the other hand, was sitting on his throne, smiling, still looking in your direction. You didn't miss the glances of the other vampires either. Was it some sort of celebration when Marcus was smiling?

“What does that mean?” it was Bella who snapped that question. Aro immediately appeared by her side. He gently stroked her hair, pulling an unruly strand behind her ear. You felt the sting of jealousy, when he touched her face. You should be the one asking that question and not her.

“Ah, and dear Isabella. What to do with you,” he wondered aloud, as if asking others for advice. “As I have far more important matters to deal with....” he began, looking directly at you. “I’d love to see if you’re an exception to my gift as well,” he whispered to Bella, extending his hand towards her. She didn't have much choice, did she? She took his hand, a little hesitantly, but after a short while Aro moved away.

“Interesting” he muttered. “I see nothing.”

“You already know what you’ll do with her, Aro” said Marcus, his eyes never leaving your person. “Just do it, as we want to know our little angel a bit more.”

You looked at Bella for a moment. She was terrified, not only with her own case, but also with yours. You have already guessed that you are not going anywhere. They would never let you out of their hands. Aro knew perfectly well that you didn't even have anything to go back to. Of course, you had plenty of questions, but you were sure it wasn't about your case now. Just about Bella's situation and what the Cullens had done, or rather what they hadn't done. However, you guessed it, Bella was afraid you wouldn't get out of here alive, and at the same time, you were worried about the exact same thing but about her.

Aro was smiling continuously.

“I have an idea” he said, after a long while. He approached Alice this time. “Would you be so kind, dear, and show me if you saw Bella's transformation in your vision?”

You were smart enough to know that it wasn’t a request. Alice undid her glove and boldly gave Aro her hand. He was absent for a moment and then smiled again. You were impressed by the aura he spread around himself. When he smiled, you felt like smiling too. You still had the impression that it was only a dream, and simultaneously you were sure that it was really happening. Aro's touch was definitely real, you couldn’t forget his cool hands embracing your own.

“Ah, lovely. I know everything now,” he declared. You and Bella probably looked similarly confused, but you weren't the least bit concerned and she was as pale as a sheet.

Aro turned directly to Edward.

“As I have seen Isabella's transformation in Alice's vision, I can let you go with peace of mind, my dear young friends. I trust that a date will be set sooner, rather than later and that I will be able to see for myself, what your mate will be capable of, Edward. As for you, Isabella, you are promising immortal material and I hope your potential will not go to waste," he said, this time speaking directly to Bella.

She was still brave enough to look him in the eye.

“And what with [Y/N]? You never mentioned what will happen to her” she noticed, looking in your direction. You smiled gently to her.

“I’m staying here, Bella” you said calmly, trying to reassure her with your tone of voice that all shall be all right.

You saw pure admiration and joyousness on Aro’s face as you said that.

“Isn’t she remarkable, brothers?” he asked Marcus and Caius, who looked as if they had just received the most beautiful Christmas present.

Bella seemed to be thoroughly outrageous.

“You can’t be serious [Y/N]! You cannot stay here, please, come back with us. You cannot be here while you’re pregnant” she cried, holding your hand and looking at you with disbelief.

What she said made you very uncomfortable and extremely upset.

"Bella, I have nothing to go back to. My parents are dead. You knew that if Alice told me everything, it would have to be resolved somehow," you stated matter-of-factly, squeezing her hand in yours. "I can't go back there, Bells." Your throat tightened with despair as memories of recent events flooded inside your mind. You tried to hold back tears.

"I am a shadow of my former self. I'm afraid to leave the house alone to go shopping or to work. This paranoia is overwhelming me, Bella. I keep turning behind me to see if anyone is following me on the street. I cry at night, knowing that it doesn't change anything. And then there's this unfortunate baby," you sighed helplessly, trying not to burst with tears. "Even if I keep it, I don't want it to have a mother who's afraid to leave the house. I can't live like this, we both know that" you whispered, squeezing her hands in yours again.

“But you cannot possibly be mated with all three of them” Bella whispered with despair in her eyes. You only smiled, sensing that this sentence got on Kings’ nerves, especially Caius’s.

“I think it’s predestined, Bella. Just as you are destined to be with Edward, I do belong here, with my mates” you said cautiously, glancing at Aro and looking for approval in his eyes. He was only looking at you with delight, as he said nothing.

You saw that Bella had hard time processing such information, whilst Edward and Alice said nothing at all. You knew that Alice knew prior about this, and Edward could see the vision in her thoughts. You pulled Bella into a comfortable hug.

“Hey, sister, we don’t see each other the very last time. We’ll meet again. Probably in a different…condition but still.”

Bella looked devastated.

“You promise me that?” she asked warily, her tone full of hope. You smiled at her.

“Of course I do.” You kissed her cheek and caressed her long, brown hair. “We can call each other, you know. It’s not like I’m moving to the Moon,” you joked, to release the tension a bit. To your astonishment, everybody in the room laughed at that. It made you blush, just a little tiny bit.

After another farewell, in which this time you also included Alice and Edward (barely, because you were still mad at him) and an official farewell from Aro, who told them to give his friend kind regards from him, the guests left the chamber.

They left, and Aro was immediately by your side. He gently stroked your long blonde hair, but didn't touch a single piece of a skin. After the display of your memories, he probably knew very well that you did not wish any touch for the time being.

You still couldn't free yourself from under his spell and if you were to be honest, you didn't want to at all. Aro offered you his arm.

"I believe, we have much to discuss, my love."

You took his arm gratefully.

"I have a ton of questions," you admitted as you walked out of the chamber with Marcus and Caius slowly following you. You didn't need to look back, the strange bonds that drew you together informed you of their presence in a yet unknown way.

Aro, as usual, smiled magnificently.

"My dear, one thing at a time," he said in a gentle tone, as he patted your forearm with tenderness. When you entered the study with the round table, Aro immediately pushed back a chair for you.

"No one is to disturb us" you heard Caius' sharp tone as he closed the door behind you. You tried to feel comfortable and at ease. After all, this was your home from now on.

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ultraintrovertedgryffindor · 3 years ago

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oh beloved writer can you please write a christmas date imagine for will poulter (even though it’s still summer) just pure fluff, where the reader and will go out to like a diner and then go buy a tree for their apartment (it’s their first christmas living together) and set it up and dance to christmas music and it’s super domestic and soft and fluffy thank you bff

Of course, my love! And hey, if Christmas in July can be a thing, so can Christmas in August. And oh boy, I made this one so sweet you might get cavities, so just, beware of that.

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You were excited, to put it lightly. This was the first Christmas you and you partner, Will, would be having while living together. You knew it was cheesy, but you wanted it to feel special.

You made reservations at this really fancy restaurant in the fanciest part of town. A bit over the top on your part, but you wanted to make this Christmas one to remember fondly.

You still haven't gotten a tree yet, so that was on your to-do list as well. You hoped there would be some nice trees to choose from.

Some people would've probably thought you were going mad with how much you wanted everything to be perfect, and yeah, you kind of were. But you completely ignored your logic and reasoning.

You bought a really nice outfit for yourself to wear to the restaurant, Christmassy but not too Christmassy, you weren't wearing reindeer antlers or red and green bells. It was simple, may or may not to somewhat match Will's outfit that he was going to wear.

With Will's hand in yours, you walked to your car and headed to the restaurant and got there a few minutes early, which was historical for you. You smiled along with Will as you entered the warm building, a pleasant contrast from the winter cold outside. "Hi! Reservation for L/n?" You asked bubbly, the evening already going so well that you were sure nothing could dampen your spirits.

It took a minute for the hostess to check, as the place was fairly busy due to the holidays. "Um, I'm sorry, I don't see your name here."

You immediately tensed, a half a second of anger bolting through you before you simply smiled understandingly. "Can you double check, please? I'm certain it's there, I called this in a week ago." You chuckled nervously.

"I'm sorry, but there is no reservation under L/n."

Your smiled dropped, your eye involuntarily twitching a couple times before your cleared your throat. "That...that can't be right."

Will turned to you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. "Hey, it's okay. It happens. We can just go somewhere else." He smiled softly. You frowned in response, turning back to the hostess with pleading eyes, only to get a tight lipped smile as another apology.

You hung your head for a second, before walking out of the building at a quick pace, dead silent as you sat back in your car. Will cautiously got into the car, anxiously anticipating your eventual release of your frustration.

"What the fuck?!" You yelled into your steering wheel, causing Will to jump at the sudden outburst, even when he was expecting it. "I booked that table a week ago! Will, you were right next to me when I called the place!" You pleaded to no one, feeling defeated and pissed off. "Ugh..." You drawled out, collapsing against your seat.

Will couldn't help but chuckle at your cute pouting face, reaching over to gently massage your thigh. "It's okay, darling! This is just a minor setback. I'm sure there are other places we can go."

Yes, there were other places you could go, none of them fancy restaurants. You felt even more defeated when you had to settle for some fast food place. This is absolutely not how you wanted this evening to go.

You stared down at your burger and fries with distain. "This should be an overpriced steak at an overpriced fancy restaurant with live music, arrogant chefs and overly nice waiters who wear really fancy suits and ties." You mumbled.

Will raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't sound quite as nice as being in an almost empty fast food place with no one to bother us. And I quite like my food, I haven't found a single hair in it, so it's practically 5-star."

You rolled your eyes as you chuckled at his silliness. "At least we still get to pick out a Christmas tree, that should be fun."

"Hopefully we won't get hypothermia out in this weather. So, what type of tree are you thinking we get?"

You smiled dreamily. "I've always wanted a full, thick Frasier fir."

"Ambitious. A Frasier fir it is."

It might've been a bit too ambitious, because when you got to one of the only places in town that sold Christmas trees, there were no such trees in sight. They had all been sold out apparently. No worry, there would probably be one at another place. Nope, none there. So, you drove to the last place in town and lo and behold, no thick firs in sight.

"I think the world's against me."

Will trapped you in a hug from behind as you stood dumbfounded at the selection of trees available. Some of them could give Charlie Brown's Christmas tree a run for its money.

"What about that one?" Will pointed towards the corner of the small field you two stood in.

You laughed when you finally saw what he was looking at. The tree was a fir, but it looked so bare that you could call it a Charlie Brown tree. "You can't be serious."

"I'm deadly serious." He smirked, letting you go to jog eagerly to the pitiful looking tree. You chuckled sadly as he held onto it, the thing wasn't even as tall as Will, and even skinnier. "Ain't it a beauty?" He said in a slightly Australian accent, almost cringing at himself.

No.

"I guess."

The look of pure childlike joy on Will's face, you couldn't deny him that stupid tree. It was so small, you could probably fit it in your car, but you didn't want to clean up all the needles it would shed. It fastened to the roof of your car easily, too easily.

By the time you had set it up in your living room with Will, the tree kind of grew on you; it was like an ugly dog, so ugly it was cute, you supposed. Once it had all the decorations on, it didn't look too bad, but it still wasn't what you hoped for. It seemed this whole day you planned out to the T, nothing went the way you wanted it to, and that was a bit disheartening. What annoyed you, surprisingly, was Will's overwhelming optimism. Usually, it was endearing, but today was not one of those days where you needed optimism.

"You okay, Y/n?" Will asked intuitively.

"It's just...this day went to shit. How can you be so...perfect?"

Will blushed at your phrasing, but he knew what you meant. "I was annoyed with certain things today, the restaurant issues, for sure. But, it wasn't enough to put me in a bad mood all day. I chose to let it go so that we could have a good time, that's all."

You frowned, suddenly feeling really guilty. "I was in such a bad mood all day." You huffed, taking a seat on your couch. "I ruined this whole day..."

"No!" Will rushed over to you. "I didn't mean it like that, I-"

"I know, but you're right. I shouldn't have acted like such a child. I'm sorry."

Will smiled sadly. "Darling, you certainly did not ruin anything. None of this was your fault and you behaved how any normal person would. But even after all that happened, I still had an amazing time. We had a nice, quiet dinner. And we got our own little Charlie Brown tree." He chuckled. "Didn't you have a nice time too?"

You smiled sheepishly. "I did."

"We don't have to go to the fanciest restaurant or buy the nicest Christmas tree to have a nice time together. We could've stayed inside all day and I wouldn't have cared, just being here with you is what makes me the happiest."

You couldn't help but lean forwards to kiss him, so incredibly grateful that he was in your life. "Well, I'd say our first Christmas will be one to remember."

"Oh, it's not over yet." He added, causing you to furrow your brows in curiosity. He only winked as he walked to the other side of the room, fiddling with the record player.

"No..." You groaned playfully as Last Christmas by Wham! echoed through your apartment.

Will nodded, a cheeky smile playing on his lips. "Oh yeah, come on." He held out his hand to you, motioning for you to take it. You giggled as he started to lip sync the lyrics, shimmying his shoulders as he still waiting for you to take his hand.

"Oh my god." You blushed, finally taking his hand and him instantly pulling you up and grabbing you by the waist to pull you into a hug, violently swaying to the music. "Will!" You laughed uncontrollably.

"What? You don't like my dance moves?" He grinned.

"You're gonna break me if you keep doing that." You grinned back.

Will shook his head, toning down the fast swaying and settled into a relaxing sway, looking into your eyes fondly. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

You blushed, resting your head and hiding your face on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat much better music than any Christmas song you've ever listened to.

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bruh...this...was so fluffy I almost died. I hope me almost dying of fluffiness was worth it to you, @poulterfilms

#will poulter #will poulter imagine #will poulter x reader

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komotionlessqueenmm · 3 years ago

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Imagine # 835

Gif NOT mine.

If this gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me know, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to - @maxhorrorgifs (Unless told otherwise.)

Year posted - 2021

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"Thomas get yer ass over here!" Charlie yelled after having knocked the man with blue eyes unconscious. Tommy hurried to his older brothers side, looking down to the man before looking to Charlie. "Take this one up to the attic, he'll be a pet for (Y/n)." Charlie snickered as he thought about the excitement his daughter would feel upon receiving such a generous gift. Tommy nodded his head then picked up the man, tossing him onto his shoulder he carried him straight to the attic, where he chained him up by his wrists and ankles. All the while Charlie went to inform his daughter of the news. "(Y/n) darlin' come here a second." He called out as he knocked on her locked bedroom door, smiling to himself when she obeyed him hastily. "Yes daddy?" She tilted her head with curiosity, her big shining eyes like stars. "I've got a present for ya up in the attic." He chuckled when her eyes lit up with excitement, despite the fact that it was brief. "Come on, I wanna show you." He held his hand out to her, leading her straight to the attic when she took his hand. "Close your eyes sweetie." He ordered softly, leading her the rest of the way a bit slower so she wouldn't trip. "Now open your eyes." He chuckled when she gasped in surprise, turning her attention back to her father. "Go on go play with your new pet." He laughed giving her a gentle push, she nodded her head obediently, before slowly approaching the unconscious man. "I'll leave you kids be." Charlie hummed as he exited the attic, despite the fact that (Y/n) and the man were clearly adults.

Curiously she turned her attention back to the man, before scurrying off to fetch some water and a first aid. When she returned she was both relieved and worried that he was still unconscious. She wet a washcloth then began gently wiping away the blood and grime on his handsome face. He stirred awake before jolting upright with a gasp, starling (Y/n) who quickly scooted away from his reach. "Wha- where am I?" He stammered in a daze, his eyes landing on (Y/n), staring at her with confusion before realization swirled in his eyes. "You?" He frowned trying to remember where he'd seen her before. "You were out at the barn, before the sheriff ran you off." He moved his hand to hold the throbbing side of his head, only to grumble when the chain prevented him from being able to do so. "I wanted to help you, I want to help you." (Y/n) spoke softly, making the man still in his movements. "But I can't... Daddy he'd... He'd kill you, and he'd hurt me." She added nervously, softly biting her lip with fearful eyes. "Get me out of here, and I'll protect you." He tried offering, his frown deepening when she shook her head. "You don't understand... Daddy's lost it, and we're the only ones around for miles... He'd find us, he'd kill us both if I tried running away with you." (Y/n)'s eyes glazed over, scooting a little closer to the man. "This is the only way I can keep you safe, daddy knows you're up here, and I can't risk moving you." She whispered. "There must be someone else around here." He pulled at his chains in a vain attempt to break free. "There ain't, everyone's up and left. Even if we could hide from daddy and uncle Tommy, the elements would eventually kill us." (Y/n) frowned as she looked to the floor with shame in her eyes.

"My names Eric." He spoke softly, a smile ghosting his lips when she peered up at him. "I'm (Y/n)." She mirrored his faint smile, before grabbing the first aid kit. "We can... We can try escaping in time, but we have to wait until its safe, otherwise daddy will be expecting it." (Y/n) whispered as she went back to cleaning up Eric's wounds. "How long will that take?" Eric asked with dread. "I don't know." (Y/n) frowned with sad eyes, feeling sorry for Eric and his friends. "I need to save my brother." Eric stated making (Y/n) still in her work. "The blond?" She asked with worried eyes, pulling away from Eric when he nodded his head. "Uncle Tommy was taking him down into his basement when I was getting this." She pointed to the first aid kit. "Nothing but uncle Tommy comes outta there alive." She added in a quiet whisper, jumping when Eric began pulling on his retrains with all the strength he had left. "I'm sorry." (Y/n) whimpered softly before rushing out of the attic, leaving Eric to have some time to morn in peace. Hours went by, and when the sound of screaming erupted from below, Eric couldn't contain his anger. He screamed, he yelled, he beat the ground with his fists, his chains, anything he could get his hands on. All the while the Hewitt family listened from below, Charlie becoming more and more enraged by the minute. "(Y/n) go quiet that mutt of yours, or I'll do it myself!" Charlie barked at his daughter, who jumped before rushing up to the attic. "Eric please!" She called out over the ruckus he was making. "No those are my friends!" Eric yelled his face red and covered in sweat. "I know and I'm so sorry, but you're making daddy mad, you have to stop." She pleaded, squeaking in fright when he threw a lamp her way, which missed her by a foot or so.

"I don't give a damn about your father!" Eric hollered. "If you don't stop he's gonna kill you." (Y/n) tried to reason with him. "He's gonna kill me anyways!" Eric pulled at his chains again. "No he ain't, as long as you obey the rules, he won't kill you, I swear." (Y/n) approached him, stopping just out of his reach. "And what makes you so certain, huh?" Eric hissed through clenched teeth. "Because he doesn't like upsetting me, but if you push him over the edge, there's nothing I can do to stop him." She murmured softly, jumping when Eric rushed at her, the chains holding him back. It was only then that Eric took in her soft features, noticing just how easy she was on the eyes, especially compared to the rest of her family. Eric felt guilt flood into his heart, at the clear fear in her eyes, the jumpy-ness only confirming his subconscious suspicion. (Y/n) was just as much a prisoner here as he was, if not more so, having been stuck here far longer, without the chance of being put out of her misery. His lips parted to speak, but he was interrupted when Charlie barged into the room. "What did I tell-" He cut himself off with a laugh, taking in the sight before him. "Well well well, what do we have here?" He taunted his words causing a blush to bloom across (Y/n)'s cheeks, who stood frozen, her face only inches from Eric's. "I knew you two would get along just fine." Charlie snickered to himself before leaving the room once more. "Please Eric just do as I say, and I'll keep you safe." (Y/n) pleaded with him, smiling sadly when he nodded his head in agreement, giving up reluctantly for his and her sake, knowing deep down their was nothing else he could do for the others.

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*I'm seriously tempted to write a short story series extending this even more. What do you think?

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sageinacage · 3 years ago

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Hey idk if ur prompts are open, but if they were, would you maybe want to do a Wilbur vs Charlie in who can wreck Tommy better like thing? 👀👀👀

"Friendly" Uno summary: tommy gets a bit too sassy in a game of uno with him, charlie, and wilbur. a/n: i was originally gonna write this in the dsmp but i literally just couldn't figure out how to do it without it being super ooc KSDFSKJ also just pretend charlie came to visit them in the UK LOL warnings: swearing, playful teasing/mocking (they're playing uno its bound to happen BAHAHA /lh) w/c: 1.6k IRL, Platonic

“C’mon, give me a green!” Wilbur growled, continuously picking up cards from the middle pile. He and his two friends, Tommy and Charlie, were playing a friendly game of Uno together on the floor of the living room. Well, “friendly.”

“HAH! Aww, poor Wilbyyy, so bad at Unooo…” Tommy cooed, his face painted with the biggest shit-eating grin. Wilbur scoffed, finally putting a green card down. “Tommy, every day you remind me of all my mistakes.” Wilbur jested, smirking at Tommy’s surprised face. “Yeah? Well-”

“Aha, draw four Toms!” Charlie interrupted, Tommy looking down at the middle pile to see a colorful “+4” card right in front of him. After a dramatic groan, the boy drew the cards. “You are horrible to me, Mr. Slimecicle.” Tommy pointed his finger in Charlie’s face, the dirty blonde only shrugged, chuckling at his antics.

Wilbur put down a red card, smiling at Charlie’s huff. “Really, the only color I don’t have?!” He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “Don’t be all grumpy, it’s how the game works, yeah?” Wilbur gave a smug smirk, watching his friend reach for the pile to scout for a red card.

After more banter, the game started to move more smoothly… until they decided to start stacking “+2” and “+4” cards. The pile of them now added up to 14, but they still kept going. “Holy shit, this better not end on me!” Wilbur sighed, placing his final card he could stack. “Me neither.” Charlie agreed, placing his last card that could be stacked.

“This game is against me! I swear to god, this is rigged! You’re both cheating.” Tommy cried, huffing to himself while he started to pick up the 18 cards they all stacked up. “Tohohommy!” Wilbur broke into laughter, leaning his head back as high-pitched giggles left him. “We aren’t cheheating, you juhust suhuck.” Charlie snorted up a laugh, patting Tommy’s back as he whined again.

“You two are both big stupid bullies. You should be thankful I’m even playing a little card game with you.” Tommy huffed, making eye contact with Wilbur. “You’re so sassy today, n’awww- don’t tell me someone’s grumpy over just a ‘little’ card game!” Charlie teased, causing Wilbur to smirk at Tommy. “Yeah, are you up past your bedtime?”

“I hate you both so much. I will fight you both and win- at the same time.” The blonde claimed as he slapped a card down with enough force to accidentally push the card pile down. “Baby rage.” Wilbur scoffed, earning a dramatic gasp from Tommy. “I AM NOT A BABY!” He shouted, Wilbur and Charlie breaking into giggles again.

“That’s something a baby would say!”

“CHARLIE.”

Wilbur covered his face, laughter building up from his chest, Charlie following right in his footsteps. Tommy furrowed his eyebrows, grumbling. “You guys are assholes.” He spoke in a more playful tone, indicating that he wasn’t genuinely upset.

“Yeah, are we, Tommy?” Charlie put down his cards, looking at the boy. “Compared to how you’ve been treating us this evening, I don’t think we’re that bad.” Wilbur raised an eyebrow, also placing his cards down. “B- Bullshit! You guys are twats…?” Tommy cowered a bit at their growing smirks, putting his cards down as well.

“Twats, are we?”

“Wilbur, I don’t like his tone.”

Both men stood up, still with suspicious smiles on their faces, causing Tommy to stand up as well. “I d- don’t trust this.” The boy shuddered, backing up until he hit the couch, falling back onto it. “Don’t worry Charlie, I can take care of this.” Wilbur nodded, towering over Tommy.

“No, I think I can do it, I can definitely do it better.” Charlie stood next to him, an innocent smile plastered on his face. “Yeah? Well do you know all his tickle spots? No? That’s what I thought.”

Oh. Oh. So that is what this was about.

“I’m called the tickle monster around here for a reason, Charlie!” Wilbur kept on going, placing a sassy hand on his hip. “You clearly haven’t met me then, yet!” He quipped back, looking down at Tommy; whose face was bright red and a nervous but excited smile on his face.

“Let’s have Tommy answer then. Who’s better at wrecking you, Toms?” Wilbur smirked down at him, the blonde just covering his face. “D’awww, that’s not an answer! Hmm, how about this. Wilbur, we’ll team up and Tommy will answer that question when we’re finished.”

“Deal.”

“Wh- what? Guys… guhUHUYS-!” Bubbly laughter already took over Tommy as Wilburs fingers kneaded his waist. “What’s up? Wha’tcha need?” Charlie chuckled, walking two fingers up his ribcage. What they weren’t expecting was the loud squeal that left Tommy.

“Looks like I already found a tickle spot, Wilbur!” Charlie exclaimed, gently pinching around his top ribs, causing the boy to let out yet another squeal. “Wow, do you want a medal or something?” Wilbur snarked back sarcastically, glaring at the dirty blonde before massaging his thumb into one of Tommy’s hip bones.

“Wiiihihill! NOHOhoho!” Tommy tried to twist left to right, but that damn feeling on his hip bone just wouldn’t secede. Charlie furrowed his eyebrows, seeing that Wilbur was back in the lead. He reached his other hand around and formed it like a claw, and then vibrated it into the other side of his ribcage as he kept up the prodding on the other side.

“CHAHAHARLIE! QUIHIHIT IT!” Tommy absolutely shrieked, unsure whether to attempt to push his hands away from his ribs, or to cover his face and obvious blush was creeping up on his cheeks. “Gotta admit I’m the better tickle monster first!” Charlie giggled, making little ‘tktktktk’ noises right in Tommy’s ear.

“N’awww, Tommy!~ You have just the sweetest giggles, and I know they’re because of me and not the slimy boy, is that right?” Wilbur teased, moving from his hips to the sides of his belly, scribbling his nails over the area. Hiccupy laughter began to emit from the boy, him kicking his legs into the couch behind Wilbur.

“He’s now all hiccupy! That’s so cute!” Charlie exclaimed, grabbing one of Tommy’s flailing arms. He sniggered to himself as Tommy’s laughter turned more high-pitched at the sudden vulnerability, a wide smile on his face nonetheless. “Uh oh, Tommy… someone’s in trouble now!” Charlie teased as he wiggled his fingers over his exposed underarm, not making contact now.

“DohoHOHON’T! WIHILBUR- *snort* HEHELP!” Tommy’s laughter grew an octave at his own snort, shaking his head as Charlie wouldn’t stop the stupid anticipation. “There’s no way I’m helping you, Toms. I mean- unless you say that I’m better at this.” Wilbur smirked, deciding to try a new spot as he turned around, fluttering his nails under Tommy’s knees.

The giggles it made Tommy produce were different. They were more flustered it seemed, almost like Wilbur just found a certain melt spot. “Tommy, you’ve gone all soft now! Let’s change that, shall we?” Charlie chuckled mischievously, his fingers crashing down and lightly scribbling into his underarms.

Feeling both his death spot and melt spot being tickled at the same time was definitely a different feeling. “NOOOHOHO- *hic* PLEHEHEASE!” His voice began to sound slightly strained, so Charlie retracted his hand in response. “Looks like I found your worst spot, eh?” He smiled, but it was more of a fond smile this time- compared to all his evil ones.

“Hmmm, Charlie. What if we worked together, just once?” Wilbur offered, and Charlie gladly nodded. “What do you need from me, boss?” He smiled playfully before Wilbur went in to whisper something into his ear. ‘What were they planning now? My demise?’ Tommy thought curling up on himself.

In one swift movement, Tommy found himself leaning onto Charlie being held in place with one of Charlie’s arms, and Wilbur looming over him with a grin that did not look friendly. It looked quite evil, in all honesty. “You ready, Toms?” Wilbur cooed, wiggling his fingers at the boy. The blonde whined, looking away from him. “N’aww, don’t want to watch the show, Tommy?” Charlie cooed in his ear. Just their words and actions alone made him want to squirm and laugh, and they haven’t even done the tickling yet.

A moment of silence fell onto them, Tommy still looking away, until a big raspberry was blown right beneath his belly button. The boy arched his back, a shriek ripping out from his throat as he weakly pushed at Wilbur’s head; but the stupid sensations just kept on going.

“YOHOHOU WIHI- *wheeze* WIHIHIN! ENOHOHOUGH!” Tommy managed to get out, his laughter nearly going silent. Wilbur sat up, rubbing Tommy’s tummy to help get rid of the tingles that still lurked around. “Who won? I didn’t catch it.” Charlie’s voice was gentle, but it was obvious there was some smugness there.

“Yeah, who won? You never stated a name, Toms!” The taller boy crossed his arms, smirking down at the boy. Tommy just let out a whine and covered his face, cuddling into Charlie as all the tickling wore him out. They both internally cooed at him, finding his snuggly antics so fond and wholesome, because for god's sake- it’s Tommy! You rarely find the boy getting all soft for anyone.

“Let’s just call it a tie, shall we Charlie?”

“Yeah, for now, that is.”

#mcyt tickle #lee!tommy #ler!wilbur #ler!slimecicle #my writing

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justholdingstill · 3 years ago

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First is a pop and a scratch; there is a breath of quiet, long and deep. Then there is a heartbeat, drumming steady, growing louder and more urgent as the seconds tick by.

His fingers are nimble and practiced--graceful, even--despite the scars and calluses layered over one another, despite the pinky finger that was broken and healed months ago and which no longer moves quite the way it was meant to. They are beautiful hands. Steady, firm. Castiel has seen them stitch wounds and field strip guns and dissect vegetables for dinner, all with the same precise efficiency that they now apply to the task at hand.

He exhales through his nose; the heartbeat blends itself into a brief, confusing jumble of noises that resolve into a jarring wail and then melt, almost improbably, into the first lazy guitar chord of the album, which ripples its way down his spine like a physical thing. If pressed to describe the sensation, he would call it warm and liquid and highly gratifying. Tingly, even. It makes him shudder and sigh out loud.

Nobody asks, but he says so anyway. Dean laughs at him. “You are, like...you are really fucking high, huh, sweetheart?”

He licks the glue on the rolling paper and twists his handiwork just a bit tighter, presenting it to Castiel with the corner of his mouth ticked up. His eyes are very red. “You sure you wanna smoke another one?”

“I was under the impression that being ‘really fucking high’ was the sole purpose of this endeavour, Dean,” Castiel tells him coolly. He makes a broad, dismissive gesture, discovering as he does so that there’s still a chocolate chip cookie in his hand.

“All right, all right, preaching to the choir here, buddy.” Dean fumbles for his lighter, the flame briefly illuminating the planes of his face as he tilts it down toward the cradle of his hands. There’s the syrupy-sharp tang of smoke on the air again after a moment; Castiel chews his cookie and watches in fascination as Dean parts his lips (just as beautiful as those hands--as every inch of him, really) to let it spill out between them in a languorous white plume, as lingering as revelation and as heady as desire. He coughs a little bit at the end of the exhale, chuckling at himself this time before he waves the joint in Castiel’s face. “Your turn. And quit bogarting those, I had a hard enough time hiding half the batch from Jack and Sam.”

Reluctantly, Castiel trades Dean for the plastic container and tries not to be too distracted by the way he dives into the cookies with gusto, shoving one into his mouth practically whole with a bone-deep hum of satisfaction. Castiel occupies himself with dropping back into the pillows as he takes a few careful drags, his eyes catching on the record cover that Dean had been using as a rolling surface, forgotten in his lap.

“Is this considered homosexual music?”

Dean chokes, clapping a hand over his mouth so he doesn’t spray crumbs. Once he’s calmed himself enough to swallow, he reaches over to pluck the joint back and eyes Castiel warily. “Not really, I guess? Why would you ask that?”

“There’s a--a prism. On the cover. A rainbow. And when we went to Pride with Charlie you said that rainbows are often used by the ‘gay community’--”

“Not again with the fucking air quotes,” Dean interjects.

“...fine, gay community. You said that rainbows can a way for the gay community to acknowledge and recognize each other. Is this gay music?”

Dean belly-laughs at that, though not unkindly. “Nah, man,” he says, still grinning, “I’m pretty sure that Pink Floyd are pretty damn straight. Although, what do I know for sure? Sometimes it’s just some cool imagery.”

Castiel nods. He mulls this over as Dean smokes, his face warming when Dean crowds up into his personal space to share his breath with Castiel, lung to lung, so nearly mouth to mouth. Dean has told him on previous occasions that this is called “shotgunning”, but he’s not sure why; it clearly has no relation to either firearms or violence, but that hardly seems to matter when it brings Dean so close, the green of his eyes bright and intent with something that Castiel had once thought he’d never have a name for.

Dean sucks in more air, and then he’s kissing Castiel for real, soft and wet, luxuriating in it. This--this lights up Castiel’s nerves just as much as the music does, more, pleasure pooling and igniting wherever Dean’s body is in contact with his own, waves of it rolling and breaking through his whole nervous system. It’s overwhelming, especially in combination with the female vocalist reaching for some explosive notes, now, singing as if they’re being physically tugged from the center of her chest by an unseen hand.

Castiel thinks he might understand how that feels.

“Jesus,” Dean gasps, breaking away to flop down beside him, raking a hand through his own hair. He dissolves into giggles, and Castiel can’t help but laugh with him. “I am blitzed, man. This is embarrassing.”

“I’m the only other person here,” Castiel feels obligated to point out, nuzzling at his ear, “and I have literally seen your soul at its barest and at its lowest. Is this really what embarrasses you?”

“Shut up,” Dean says, muffled because he’s hiding his face in Castiel’s shoulder, blushing so hard that he might as well be glowing. Castiel can actually feel the warmth of it radiating through the cotton of his shirt; it makes him want.

“So this,” he says, hesitant, picking up the earlier thread of their conversation. “This--you only do it with me. Not with Sam. Not with Charlie or Jody--at least not like this. But these, um. These... meetings...aren’t about us, about what--what we do together?”

“Jesus,” Dean groans again, rolling his eyes, adding a heartfelt, “Christ.” He hauls himself up off the bed and strips off his shirt, gesturing at Castiel to do the same. “Take your damn clothes off already, man.” He seems to catch himself on how that sounds, because he pauses with one hand on the buckle of his belt before shaking his head, grinning at some private joke. “I mean, yeah, I guess it’s a little bit about that. But no, Cas, we don’t hang out smoking weed and listening to the classics because it’s some kind of agenda, because you and I are, uh...you know. Because rainbows,” he offers, very careful to look anywhere but directly at Cas.

Castiel tilts his head, listening, and when he doesn’t speak, Dean blusters on. “No, it’s ‘cause you’re stuck with me, you know? Stuck with us, stuck here, stuck human...I guess I just figure if you’ve gotta take the lumps of it, the sore backs and the seasonal colds and the, the shitty truck stop coffee of it all, you should have some of the good stuff, too. If I’m not the one to teach you the finer points of stoner rock, ok, who will? It’s not all bad here, and I just want to make sure you know that.”

Finished with his speech, Dean grabs awkwardly for another cookie, presumably to stop himself from rambling any further. Something light and fond unfurls itself inside Castiel; he reaches out to draw Dean down into his arms again. “I assure you, Dean,” he says gravely, “I am absolutely certain of it.” Dean offers him a bite, which he accepts with equal gravity.

All of their kisses are delicious, to be fair, but they are undeniably more delightful chased with chocolate.

“Anyway,” Dean says with his mouth full, “take your fucking pants off. You wanna talk gay music? It’s gonna be Night at the Opera next, and that’s really gonna bake your noodle.”

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#suptober21 #prompt: rainbows #Destiel fanfic #castiel/dean winchester #recreational marijuana use #silly fluff #dean introduces cas to the finer points of classic stoner rock ok #I don't make the rules #established relationship #faintly AU #but not really because #fuck canon gently with a rusty chainsaw #suptober #it's late!#but I'm writing and posting so who cares!!!!

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the-francakes · 2 years ago

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The (Third) Worst Year hit 500 kudos today!

It’s my second fic to ever get 500 kudos so I just wanted to say thank you so much for all that read and loved it! It was super fun to write and my first long-Drarry fic ever. Also thank you to @ellamcsmellbella who did an AMAZING podfic for it if you ever want to check that out too! Here’s a sample from one of my favorite moments...

JUST PAST MIDNIGHT

Actually, it was twenty-three midnight if you wanted to be exact. Surely that was an acceptable time to leave. It was a weeknight after all. Still, Draco chose to pull an Irish goodbye and leave out the back exit without anyone seeing. He had spent the majority of his time drinking with Theo, chatting with some of the Gryffindors including a very heated conversation with Weasley about Quidditch, and none of it dancing.

Occasionally he spoke with Potter when the brunette came by the table for a drink or to escape Granger’s grasp, but definitely not enough to appease Theo’s glaring eye. Which is why he was escaping while Theo was distracted by Lovegood’s hips pressed to his on the dancefloor.

The night air hit him instantly, cool and welcoming. Its crispness was an instant slap in the face alerting him to how much he drank. He wasn’t drunk, but he could feel the liquor on his cheeks and his perfect white teeth were numb. Okay, maybe he was a touch drunk, but just a touch.

He took another step and found just around the corner of the door, Potter sitting atop a short brick wall, cigarette in hand, looking up at the stars. The constellations reflected in his glasses, making his eyes sparkle in the way that always made Draco breathless.

“I didn’t know you smoked, Potter,” Draco drawled. He should have walked away, he should have just left the man alone, but the liquor didn’t let him. His decade and a half crush pushed him to walk over and sit right next down to his once enemy.

“I don’t,” he chuckled, but that damn blush crept upward. It made Draco want to put his mouth on the tanned skin of Potter’s clavicle. He regarded the cigarette in his hand and shrugged. “Well, only when I drink. And sometimes when I’m stressed. And sometimes just when I want to? Please don’t tell Hermione. It’s a clove if that helps.”

“I’m not sure that’s any better,” Draco chuckled.

“You’re probably right but,” Potter shrugged and took another drag. Draco watched as the other man took a drag and then plucked the clove cigarette from between his fingers and brought it to his own lips. The smoke slightly burned his insides. He knew better to inhale, it was not his first cigarette, but the dim fire in his lungs reminded him of his future.

The sweet taste of the clove lingered on his lips, causing him to lick them softly. When he looked up, he noticed Potter staring.

“You can call me Harry, you know,” he whispered like it was a secret between them. His eyes twinkled.

Draco chuckled and nodded softly, whispering in return, “I know.”

“Then why don’t you?” Potter asked innocently. Draco looked up, the green connecting once again with silver, pure and pleading, sincere and drunk.

“It makes it easier to ignore,” Draco said, biting his lip. He could feel the cigarette start to burn his fingers, but he also couldn’t look away from the man in front of him.

Potter’s brow furrowed a bit. “Ignore what?”

“How much I like you,” Draco whispered, biting his lip as the tingle of whisky and feelings took over.

COMPLETED, 20K Words, Explicit

Pairing: Endgame Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Sidepairing/One Night stand: Draco Malfoy/Charlie Weasley

Summary: Draco will turn into a dragon on his 25th birthday. The only thing that can save him is true love's kiss. His true love: Harry Potter. Draco just turned 24 and is getting his affairs in order because... not gonna happen.

Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue, Draco Malfoy Needs a Hug, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Angst with a Happy Ending, Depression, Smut, Romance, Slow Burn, Post-Hogwarts, Drarry, Draco Malfoy is Bad at Feelings, Idiots in Love, Boys are Idiots (Affectionate), Crack Treated Seriously, So much pining it's a dragon sanctuary

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#harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry #hp fanfiction #draco malfoy/harry potter

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helnjk · 4 years ago

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I Never Planned On You - C.W.

Charlie Weasley x reader

This is part of my showtunes fic list based on the song I Never Planned On You from the musical Newsies 💗 also i am SUCH a simp for Charlie it’s crazy

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: when the twins bring their best friend to the burrow for christmas, charlie can’t keep his eyes off of her.

Warnings: very brief mentions of death (minor character) & the war, injuries from dragons (?), mentions of food & alcohol consumption

I’ve got no use for moonlight, or sappy poetry

Girls are nice, once or twice,

Til I find someone new

The pub was unusually packed, Charlie noticed.

As he scanned around the crowded room, his friends idly chatted around him. This was their usual routine, every Friday they would clock out of work and make their way here for a round of drinks and some fish and chips.

He hadn’t noticed until she was directly in front of him, but one of the girls he saw around the reserve had made their way over.

“Hello Charlie,” She drawled, placing a delicate hand on his shoulder, “It’s so nice to run into you here.”

Despite the freezing temperature and the fact that everyone else was dressed comfortably, having come straight from work, the girl was wearing barely anything. Not that it mattered what any bird wore, as long as they felt confident in it and in themselves. But, as she bent down to be eye to eye with him, her breasts practically spilled over from her too tight top.

It was obvious what she was trying to do.

His friends watched with amused glints in their eyes, already knowing how this interaction would go. Her appearance was not out of the ordinary. Despite each incident involving a different bird, they had seen this kind of thing happen quite often when they went out with Charlie.

“Erm, hello,” He muttered, trying not to make eye contact, “Louise right?”

Her attempt at a sultry conversation was shattered as she replied, “It’s Leanne.”

“Right.”

Sensing that he was not at all interested in whatever was going on, Leanne huffed and turned on her heel. She angrily strode across the room, making as much noise and ruckus as possible, just to get a reaction out of the redhead, but her attempts were futile.

Mark, one of Charlie’s friends, let out a low whistle as the girl left hearing distance, “That one was rather presumptuous, don’t you think mate?”

Charlie let out a soft chuckle, “I don’t understand why they all think they can pull the same move and expect me to react any differently.”

“They’re all hoping to be the lucky one that the Charlie Weasley falls for, or some other crap like that,” He winked, taking a swig of his beer.

“Reckon that won’t happen for a long time yet, mate.” The redhead replied.

“You never know, Charlie boy!”

He merely shook his head and took a sip of his drink. Dating wasn’t really on his mind anyway.

Love at first sight’s for suckers

At least it used to be

The crack of apparition sounded through the pale morning light.

Charlie landed steadily on his feet as he appeared on the top of a hill, just on the outskirts of Ottery St. Catchpole. Nothing had really changed since the last time he visited, the same silhouettes of different houses littered the landscape, the same sleepy neighbors about to begin their day. The familiarity of it all blazed in his heart like a warm fire at the end of a cold day, comforting and all consuming.

The Burrow stood proud and tall in the horizon, and he couldn’t help the smile that graced his lips. He was home. It was the Christmas holidays, the war had ended, and he was home.

He took his time, trudging up through the blanket of snow surrounding the house. Smoke rose from the chimney signalling that his mum was already puttering about in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for the army of people no doubt housed under her roof.

“Mum!” He yelled as soon as he crossed the threshold, “Mum, I’m home!”

As he banished the remaining snow on his boots with a wave of his wand, Molly Weasley came bustling out the kitchen door. Apron adorning her waist and a smidge of flour flecked on her fiery hair, she grinned and opened her arms.

“Charlie,” She said as he bent down to wrap his arms around her in an embrace, “Oh love, it’s so good to see you!”

“You too, mum.” He smiled at her, “Anyone else here yet?”

From eldest to youngest, she listed off the plans of each of her children and where they were to spend the holidays. Everyone would be ‘round on Christmas and Boxing day, but the only ones spending the night that day, Christmas Eve, were the twins, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. The younger ones of the bunch had arrived the day prior, but were still asleep from what she knew.

Charlie nodded his head before he was sent away to unpack his things in his old room. His mum had kept it just as he left it, even though it had been many years since he moved to Romania. She said something about not being bothered to think of anything to turn it in to, but he knew that she kept it for nostalgia’s sake.

As he made his way back down the stairs, the commotion at the front of the house caught his attention. Fred and George had arrived, noisily announcing their appearance, taking off coats and scarves and calling out to their mum. However, Charlie could also just barely see the outline of a third person behind them.

She was nearly a head shorter than the twins, but when she came into view, he felt the air get knocked out of him. The light streaming in from the open door behind her seemed to glow in a halo around her, her eyes lighting up at whatever the twins had said and a laugh falling from her lips.

She was the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on.

The twins took notice of Charlie’s presence, as he was paused halfway down the stairs, and called out to him.

“Oi, Charlie!” George called, making his way to his older brother, “Nice to see you, mate! How’ve you been?”

“Good-erm, good yeah.” He managed to stutter out, head still spinning at the sight of the beautiful girl, “What have you lot been up to, then? Who’ve you brought over?”

“This is Y/N,” Fred said, motioning to his best friend.

At the introduction, she smiled brightly and held out her hand for Charlie to shake, “I work with the twins at the shop, nice to meet you.”

Charlie spotted Fred and George roll their eyes playfully.

“Oh come off it,” Fred nudged her before turning to his older brother, “We’ve been mates with this one since Hogwarts. She was usually the one getting us in trouble, though.”

“Oi!” She laughed, “Don’t make me sound like the bad influence, I was a perfectly good student.”

As Charlie watched their interaction, he had flashes of a little girl always in step with the twins and causing mischief in the halls of Hogwarts during his last few years there. Back then, she had only been a child, bright eyed and inquisitive, but now she had grown into a woman, confident and sure.

“Nice to meet you,” He murmured as their eyes locked, “The more the merrier around here.”

He might have been imagining things, but he swore he could see the faint beginnings of a blush creeping onto Y/N’s cheeks.

The ruckus made from the twins & Y/N’s entrance was enough to wake the rest of the inhabitants of the household. It seemed like the Christmas celebrations had begun early as they all clambered into the slightly too small kitchen table and had a meal together.

For the rest of the day, Molly had them all helping out in preparation for the real celebratory meal the next day. Charlie hadn’t had the time to strike up a conversation with Y/N and instead settled with (not so) subtle glances her way.

Once or twice, one of the twins would catch onto his game and send him knowing looks. He paid them no mind, though, being used to their antics.

“So Charlie,” Fred began, as the family was settling in around the living room after dinner, “Y/N, huh?”

The pair of them leant against the wall in the corner of the room, away from any prying eyes or ears.

“Shove off, mate.” He replied with a slight shake of his head and his lips barely twitching into a smile.

The younger brother rolled his eyes playfully, “It’s alright. Georgie and I have been fending off boys for years with our Y/N. She’s quite fit, but no guy’s been good enough for her in our eyes, or in hers I reckon.”

“Don’t you go playing the protective best friend on me now, I haven’t even done anything!” Charlie playfully shoved his shoulder against his brother’s.

“Nah, I’d never. Just wanted to tell you that she’s never been romantically involved with anyone.”

“Well, that makes the two of us then.”

The Burrow was uncharacteristically silent as Charlie crept down the staircase. It was definitely past midnight, but he hadn’t been able to fall asleep, tossing and turning from the moment his head met the pillow.

He paused for a moment as he reached the bottom, not expecting to see light filtering through the open kitchen door at this time of night. His heart only picked up its pace as he noticed that it was Y/N who was sat by the counter, nursing a cup of tea in her hands and staring out the window.

“Care for any company?” He asked, leaning against the doorframe.

He noticed her body jump slightly at the noise, but when she turned to face him, the smile she sent in his direction could light up any room, “I’ve just heard from a certain redhead that around here, the more the merrier.”

“Fred tell you that?”

Her laugh was a sound he knew he would never tire of hearing, “And I see cheekiness runs in the family as well.”

“Nah,” Charlie shrugged, taking the seat across from her, “It’s our good looks that you should be watching out for.”

He flicked his wand and the kettle began to boil once more as a mug floated its way towards the counter. The pair of them had settled into a peaceful silence, taking in the comforting atmosphere of the winter night.

It was Charlie who finally broke the silence, “So, how’s it been working with the twins at the shop? They drive you mad yet?”

She gave him a knowing smile, “When you’ve spent nearly seven years in close quarters with them, you tend to get used to it. Plus it’s good to have steady company, especially when it comes in the form of Fred and George.”

“What about your family? How’re they spending the holidays then?”

The moment the question escaped Charlie’s lips, he knew he had made a mistake. The light in Y/N’s eyes seemed to dim and her grip on the mug in front of her seemed to tighten.

“Oh I’m sorry, you don’t have to–” He began.

“No it’s alright,” She assured him, “My parents died in the war. I was going to spend the holidays alone, but the twins refused to even entertain the thought.”

“Well, I’m glad they brought you along this year.” He sent her a timid smile.

“Me too.”

But I never planned on someone like you

Christmas comes and goes in a flurry of cable knit sweaters and too much food. Y/N and Charlie found themselves tucked away in a corner or out in the snowy landscape taking a walk together more often than not. A quiet conversation at the dead of night did wonders for their budding friendship.

It was as if they were magnets now, drawn to each other in a way that couldn’t be explained.

Sooner than he’d like, Charlie found himself in one of the Ministry offices, hand tightly gripped onto a portkey.

As he settled back into his daily routine at the dragon reserve, his mind often wandered to Y/N. The way her eyes lit up when she saw the snow fall, how her smile bloomed at any of the twins’ (albeit not so funny) jokes, the little crinkle in her nose when she had a particular thought in mind.

“Look out, mate!”

He only had a second to react as he saw one of the younger Welsh Greens open its mouth and shoot flames in his direction. Charlie had been so distracted by his thoughts that despite his best effort and his exceptional flying skills, he still felt flames lick his skin and singe his clothes.

Full of adrenaline, he managed to land his broom properly before rolling onto the grass and performing the protocol for accidents such as these. Mark reached him quickly, as the rest of the team he was with went to settle the dragon down. A quick aguamenti charm at the still burning areas of Charlie’s clothes got rid of the remaining flames, but he still suffered a few burns and scrapes.

“You alright, mate?” Mark asked, helping the redhead get to his feet, “I think we’ve still got to get you to the infirmary for those burns.”

“Nothing I haven’t gone through before.” He smiled, wincing slightly as his clothes rubbed against the new burns on his skin.

As it was protocol for the reserve to inform next of kin of serious injuries, Molly Weasley received an owl detailing the accident and the procedures done to make sure that Charlie was well taken care of.

When she received it, she just so happened to have Y/N over for some tea. As the matriarch of the Weasley family couldn’t help but be drawn to children who had lost their parents in unfortunate circumstances, she made it a point to have her over every once in a while.

“Charlie’s hurt?” Y/N asked, concern leaking into her voice. She had peered over Molly’s shoulder to see what could be so urgently delivered from Romania.

Molly tried to hide her smile as she noticed how much Y/N cared for her son. She wasn’t the only one who took note of how quickly they were drawn to each other over the holidays, and she was thrilled at the thought of Charlie finding someone to love.

Of course, she knew it wasn’t love just yet.

“Got a few burns from one of their younger dragons, it says,” Molly clarified, “He’s confined in their infirmary until further notice. Usually we’re allowed to visit them when we get a notice like this, but I don’t think I’d have the time to go this week… And I don’t want to bother Arthur, he’s been so busy these days with the Ministry as well.”

Having been around Molly for much of her Hogwarts years, Y/N knew exactly what she was doing. But she couldn’t deny the flutters in her stomach when she realized that the person she looked up to as basically her second mother was trying to push her into the arms of her second eldest son.

“Molly,” She began, already set to turn down the offer.

Mrs. Weasley was quick to the chase, however, “Oh I hope he wouldn’t feel too bad, being injured and not having anyone come to visit him.”

A small chuckle escaped Y/N’s lips as she shook her head, “I’m sure he’s got friends over at the reserve.”

“Oh Y/N, but I know he’d love to have you over!” She protested, “And I know the twins would let you go and visit him as well. I would be truly grateful if someone from the family could visit him and come home with news.”

Y/N’s resolve faltered as she noticed that Molly had said she was family. The Weasleys had been practically her second family the moment the twins took her under their wing, but hearing the family matriarch say it so casually moved something in her heart.

“Oh alright.” Y/N smiled, “I’ve never been to Romania, might as well go and see what all the fuss is about.”

The infirmary wasn’t new to Charlie.

Working with dragons was a little more high risk than his mother would’ve liked, but his love for magical creatures overrode whatever concerns she might have had. It helped that everyone working in the place was a top notch healer and got him patched up in no time.

Still, he found himself on bedrest for at least the next few days as he waited for the various balms and soothing creams applied to his skin to work.

Just as he began to feel a little stifled and antsy, a knock on the door rang and the familiar head of one of his healers popped in, “Looks like you’ve got a visitor, mate.”

Charlie furrowed his brows, “But, my mum said she couldn’t come ‘round and visit–”

“Sorry to disappoint, love.”

The sound of her voice was enough to fill his heart with immeasurable joy. In that moment, he forgot all about the uncomfortable sting of his burns and the itch he had to get out of the ward and onto the field again.

“Y/N?” He asked, as she stepped into the room, looking as radiant as when he first met her, “What’re you doing here?”

“Molly said that you were injured,” She shrugged, nonchalant, “Just thought I’d keep you company while you recovered.”

“You came all the way to Romania just so that I wouldn’t be bored out of my mind?”

“Well when you say it like that, it sounds like I went through loads of trouble! I just got the next portkey out of Britain.”

Despite all appearances, the two of them bantered with each other with rapidly beating hearts. Charlie couldn’t believe that his own mum had sent the bird he was pining after to visit him in the infirmary. Y/N couldn’t believe that she had actually gone through with the plan and was going to be around the boy who caught her eye.

As soon as she took a seat next to his bed, though, their conversation flowed from where it left off. No awkwardness or uncomfortable pauses, just the two of them chatting as if they were still back in the Burrow, nursing warm mugs of tea and watching snow fall outside the window.

Y/N had to avert her eyes when the healer came back to redress his bandages, not because she was embarrassed to see him practically naked in front of her, but because seeing the burns nearly made her gasp out loud. She knew that he was a dragon tamer, but she hadn’t known the severity of what accidents on the job looked like.

Of course, he noticed and once the healer had left them again he said, “I’m alright, love. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be all patched up in no time!”

“Yeah,” She nodded, “I just wasn’t expecting that.”

Without thinking, she reached out and took his hand in hers. The both of them looked at their intertwined hands atop the stark white bed sheets. His skin was calloused and rough, she noted, but tender and gentle too. It was evident that he enjoyed what he did and he did it with a lot of care.

“Tell you what,” He stage-whispered, finally meeting her eyes, “I know what’ll help me feel better.”

“Oh yeah? What?” She raised an eyebrow, leaning closer to him and playing along.

“For you to go on a date with me once I get out of here.”

“You are something else, Weasley.” Her eyes glimmered as she shook her head, and Charlie felt his heart hammering in his chest, “If you weren’t injured, I would’ve shoved you off this bed.”

“You didn’t give me an answer, Y/L/N.” He replied, hoping that he didn’t come off as too eager, but still squeezing her hand to show that he was serious.

“Of course I will, you silly man!” She rolled her eyes, but pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

She relished in the way that simple gesture brought a rosy pink tinge to his skin.

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Inked Up - Fred Weasley

Title: Inked up Pairing: Fred x Fem!Muggle!TattooArtist!Reader Warnings: NSFW!! Dirty talk, fingering, female receiving oral, unprotected sex, choking. There is also mention of needles!! Summary: Fred never thought he’d get a tattoo. But of course when a pretty girl offers he can’t say no. A/N: Summary is shit but again, what else is new. I had a dream about Fred getting a tattoo and couldn’t stop thinking about it so here you guys go lol. Thank you to everyone who suggested tattoo ideas!! Feedback is always welcome!! Tags: not tagging anyone as I am unsure who is 18+!

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Charlie watches Molly disappear back into the kitchen after dropping off some hot chocolate to everyone in the living room, muttering something about starting to prep the food for tomorrow’s feast. After the war he’s made an effort to come home more often, but it’s been a few months since he’s seen all of his siblings, and he’s made a major upgrade to his body that he’s been dying to show off.

“Finally thought she’d never leave.” Everyone turns to look at Charlie and he gives them a smile. “I wanna show you guys something.”

When Charlie starts to take off his shirt Fred puts his hands up. “Woah there, Char. Do I have to remind you that we’re all related to you?” he jokes. “Although some of us not yet,” he teases, nudging Harry with his foot. He and Ginny got engaged a few months ago and as her older brother Fred has taken it upon himself to tease them both about it every chance he gets.

“Oh, screw off, Fred. I got a tattoo you prat,” Charlie explains as he pulls his shirt off over his head. He turns around so everyone can see the ink on his shoulder blade. It’s a rather amazing portrait of a Hungarian horntail, and they all gasp as its wings start to flap and fire shoots out of its nose. “Sick, right?”

Fred stares at it in awe, watching it move over and over again. He’s never really thought about getting a tattoo or any real body modifications. He watched Katie Bell pierce Alicia Spinnet’s ears with a needle and an ice cube in the common room second year, and that was enough for him to decide that he never wanted to do anything like that to his own body. But now, watching the tattoo on his brother’s back move he can’t help but wonder what a tattoo would look like on his own body.

“Looks wicked, Charlie,” Ginny comments. “Does mum know?”

Charlie shakes his head with a laugh and pulls his shirt back on before turning back to face his siblings. “No, and no one in this room is gonna tell her.”

“I dunno, Charlie. Mum’s been giving me crap about my earring for years, might be nice to not hear about it for a while,” Bill teases.

Charlie throws a pillow at Bill, and everyone gets back to what they were doing before Charlie’s announcement, except for Fred, who’s still thinking about the tattoo on his brother’s back.

Like most decisions in Fred’s life, his decision to get a tattoo is impulsive. He’s been thinking about getting a tattoo since Charlie showed his off on Christmas Eve, so when he’s heading back towards Diagon Alley with coffee for him and George it seems natural for him to take a detour into a tattoo shop. Six months is a fairly long time to think about something and he doesn’t seem the harm in just merely looking around.

“Hi, can I help you with something?”

Fred pulls his attention away from the art that litters the walls of the small space towards the counter in front of him. He’d been so mesmerized by the atmosphere that he didn’t even notice the young woman standing just a few feet away. But now that he has, he can’t seem to look away.

She is by far the most beautiful woman Fred has ever seen. Her long hair cascades down her back and there’s light reflecting off of the small diamond of her nose piercing. The variety of simple, black line art tattoos that crawl up her left arm stand out on her skin, and Fred let’s his eyes trace over them for a moment. He lets his eyes trail back up to hers and he gives her his signature smirk.

“I’ve been thinking about getting a tattoo, actually,” Fred explains, stepping up to the counter. He rests his hands on the counter and leans on them, and Fred watches as the young women’s eyes trace the muscles and veins of his forearms.

“Well you’ve come to the right place,” the young woman responds as her eyes meet Fred’s once again. There’s a fresh pink tint to her cheeks and it makes Fred’s heart beat faster in his chest. “Do you have any idea of what you’d want to get?”

“I’ve got a few, I think. I dunno, I don’t want to pick the wrong thing and end up with something I hate on my body for the rest of my life, ya know?” he chuckles.

“That’s part of the thrill isn’t it?” she asks. Her eyes are bright with mischief, and Fred can feel himself swooning. “I’ve got a fair few tattoos that I picked out just a few minutes before my appointment. Sometimes life shouldn’t be taken so seriously. And if you really hate something you can always get it covered up later.”

Fred lets his eyes trace some of her tattoos again while he waits for his heart rate to calm down. He’s already become enamored by this woman and he doesn’t even know her name. “Well you’ve convinced me then. D’you have any suggestions? Being an expert and all,” he flirts.

The flush on the woman’s cheeks deepens and Fred practically drools when she pulls her plump bottom lip between her teeth as she thinks. “Well since you’re a virgin, a tattoo virgin,” she clarifies when Fred snickers. “I’d recommend something simple and meaningful. That way if you realize tattoos aren’t for you at least the one you have means something. And if tattoos are for you, the boring one is already out of the way and your next one can be something fun.”

“Like a meaningful date, something like that?” Fred asks, a few different ideas swimming around in his mind.

“As long as it’s not an anniversary with a girlfriend. I can’t tell you how many of those I’ve had to cover up,” the young woman laughs.

“No girlfriend, so no worries there,” Fred responds, unable to miss the excited look that crosses the woman’s face. “I’m Fred, by the way.”

The woman holds out her hand, a shiver running down her spine when Fred grabs it. “I’m Y/N.” After their handshake the linger with their hands clasped together, both a little reluctant to let go.

Fred makes an appointment for a tattoo that evening, and by the time he stops at Gringotts to grab some muggle money and heads into the joke shop both the coffees in his hand have gone cold.

“Took you long enough, git. Did you get lost?” George teases, using his wand to rewarm both of their drinks. One Saturday a month they keep the shop closed and use the opportunity to rearrange the shelves, inventory the products so they can put orders into their suppliers and make up new displays. They never want the store to seem boring or stagnant, and this one day a month allows them to keep things interesting.

“I had to make a few stops on the way,” Fred explains, starting to dig through a box of whizbangs.

“Okay mister secretive,” George huffs. “You finally get a girlfriend you haven’t told me about?”

Fred doesn’t look up from what he’s doing, knowing the flush on his cheeks will only cause George to tease him further. “You’re an idiot.” He had planned on keeping his tattoo a secret for a bit, something just for him. But there are few things in the world Fred keeps from George. “I’m gonna get a tattoo.”

“Oh?” George asks in surprise. “You’ve never talked about it before.”

Fred shrugs. “Just been thinking about it, for a bit. Since Charlie showed us his at Christmas. I never thought it’d be something for me but, it seemed cool. I noticed a shop on my way back and popped in. Just to see what it was about. But I started talking to the girl in there-“

“Ah,” George says in realization, cutting Fred off. “A pretty girl convinced you to get one. I see, I see,” he teases.

Fred looks up at George this time and whips a whizbang box at his head. “I didn’t say she was pretty.”

“That blush on your cheeks does though,” George responds with a chuckle.

“You’re an asshat.”

George rolls his eyes. “So, what did the pretty girl say that made you get a tattoo?”

George seems genuinely interested, so Fred chooses to ignore the teasing tone he has. “That life isn’t so serious.”

“That’s it? This woman must be drop dead gorgeous if that’s all it took for you to decide to put something on your body forever.”

“I mean that wasn’t what she said verbatim. And it sounded better when she said it,” Fred insists, throwing another whizbang box at George. He cheers when it hits his brother in the chest and he ducks his head when George whips it right back at him. “And even though it’s none of your business and it had no bearing on my decision, she was hot as hell.”

When Fred returns to the shop that night his knees are shaking slightly, and he has butterflies in his stomach. He’s excited and scared at the same time, but all around ready for this new experience. Y/N is already waiting for him at the counter when he steps in the shop, and the warm smile she shoots him does wonders to calm his nerves.

“Long time no see,” he greets smoothly, coming up to stand in front of the counter again.

“Sorry who are you again?” she teases with a wink. Y/N has been looking forward to Fred’s return since the moment the shop door shut behind him. It’s rare someone as handsome and charming as Fred walks into the shop, and the chemistry between them had been too heavy to deny. Y/N’s one major rule is to refrain from sleeping with her clients, but one look at Fred’s muscles bulging in his thin t-shirt had her ready to jump over the counter and into his strong arms.

Fred gasps and places a hand on his chest, feigning hurt. “Am I really that unforgettable?”

“There are many words I would use to describe you, Fred. And unforgettable is not one of them,” she responds, making her voice as sultry as possible.

Fred had a feeling Y/N had been attracted to him when he came into the shop earlier, but her confirmation leaves a warm feeling in his chest. He hasn’t stopped thinking about her since this morning and he hopes he leaves this appointment with more than just a tattoo. “Really? Care to share a few?”

“I care to share more than a few things with you, Fred. But we’ve got other things to attend to first.” Y/N bites her lip, letting her eyes rake up and down Fred’s body for a moment, before motioning for him to follow her. She leads Fred over to her station where she’d already started to get things set up. “Here’s the stencil I drew up, it’s pretty simple so I can always add more if you want.”

Fred takes the piece of paper from Y/N, letting his finger graze the back of her hand for a moment. “It’s perfect, Y/N.”

Y/N smiles at Fred taking the stencil back from him. “Great. Where do you want it to go?”

Fred bites his lip and he makes direct eye contact with Y/N as he pulls his shirt off over his head. He watches her eyes drop down to his torso for a moment and he tenses his ab muscles for a moment. “I was thinking right here,” he starts, grabbing Y/N’s attention again. He gestures to the area under his right pec. “The uh, what’s this called? Under boob area?” he chuckles.

“The pec?” she asks with a laugh, unable to keep her eyes from wandering down to Fred’s bare torso. Apart from a few random scars his skin is milky white and perfect. Obviously he takes care of his body, and Y/N can tell his muscles are hard and toned. She wants to dig her nails into his flesh, but she’ll settle with digging her tattoo needle into it first.

“The pec, right. That’s what it’s called.” As Y/N prepares to put the stencil on his skin Fred lets himself admire her. The skirt she’s wearing is short, and it exposes half of a large tattoo on her right thigh. Fred is imagining what it would feel like to sink his teeth into it, when Y/N is touching his chest lightly.

“There,” she says as she finishes putting the stencil on. “Go check it out in the mirror and see what you think. I can make it bigger or smaller if you want and we can change the placement up too.”

Fred watches as Y/N turns around to do something at her station, his eyes focused on the way the fabric of her skirt clings to her ass. When Y/N turns around and catches him looking he smirks. “Oh, was I supposed to be checking out the tattoo? My mistake.” Fred winks at her before turning towards the mirror and examining how the stencil looks on his skin.

“Look good?” Y/N asks when Fred turns back around. She sits down in her chair and motions for Fred to lay back on the table.

“Looks perfect,” Fred confirms. He feels his nerves start to return ss he climbs up on the table and lays back. He watches as Y/N pulls on a pair of gloves and smiles at her when she looks down at him. “You do have your license to do this, right? Probably should have asked that before we got this far.”

Y/N laughs. “You’re in safe hands, Fred. I promise.” She grabs her gun and turns it on before gently dips the needle into the maroon ink Fred had picked out earlier. “Let me know if you need a break or the pain is too intense, okay?”

“Roger that.” The hum of the gun is somewhat soothing to Fred and he takes a deep breath, slowly releasing it as Y/N presses the gun to the first line. “Oh,” he breathes, eyes wide. “Not as bad as I thought it would be.”

Y/N chuckles as she starts to trace the stencil, pausing for a moment to collect some more ink. “Told ya you were in safe hands.” She continues to ink Fred’s skin for a moment, trying not to pay attention to how close they are. “So why this date? You said you don’t have a girlfriend but it’s far too recent to be your birthday, unless you’re a very mature three-year-old.” she asks, trying to distract herself from how bad she wants to climb on top of him.

Fred holds in his laugh until Y/N has pulled the gun away from his skin. “It’s uh, the day that I almost died, actually,” he mumbles, wiping his sweaty palms off on his jeans. It’s been just over three years since the Battle of Hogwarts, and even though Fred’s nightmares about that night have long since stopped talking about it never fails to make him emotional.

“Oh,” Y/N says softly, starting to trace the numbers once again. “That’s um. Sorry, I’m not sure what to say. I really wasn’t expecting you to say that.”

“It’s okay. That’s what all the scars are from, actually. Freak accident, a stone wall collapsed on top of me.” For a moment Fred is actually glad that he can lie to Y/N about his brush with death. Hearing that he was nearly murdered during the final battle of a war against a dark wizard is far more terrifying. “I felt powerless for a long time after it happened, which is why I wanted to get this tattoo. Take back some of the power I lost.”

“Wow, Fred. That’s really beautiful.” Y/N undeniably feels attracted to Fred, and she’s starting to realize it goes far deeper than just wanting him in her bed. He’s charismatic and charming, but there’s sincerity and softness in there too. “I got a rose for my first tattoo because it’s my Mum’s name and I figured it would make her less angry.”

Fred chuckles, thankful for Y/N’s distraction. “Did it work?”

“Not at all,” Y/N reveals. “She didn’t talk to me, for weeks. She’s okay with it now, especially since it’s my career. But yeah she was pretty pissed for a long time.”

“And that’s exactly why I don’t plan on ever telling my Mum. My older brother pierced his ear years ago and she still gives him crap about it even though he’s married with a kid now. I will never hear the end of it if she finds out about this.”

“Guess this will have to be our dirty little secret,” Y/N teases with a wink.

“As long as it’s not the only dirty think between us,” Fred fires back, smirking when her cheeks flush pink.

Y/N rolls her eyes to try and downplay how turned on she is. “Keep it in your pants a little bit longer, Fred. We’re almost done here.”

“As long as you promise to help me take it out of my pants later on,” Fred suggests with a wink.

“You’re one cheeky bastard. Has anyone ever told you that?” Y/N asks as she finishes up the tattoo. She turns her gun off and puts it down, before grabbing a paper towel to wipe off the access ink.

“Many times, though it sounds much better coming from your mouth.” Fred sits up slowly, and heads over to the mirror to examine the tattoo. The ink is the same color as his old Gryffindor Quidditch Robes and the font is simple, but Fred is completely enamored by it. His eyes trace over the numbers over and over again, like they might disappear if he looks away.

“You like it?” Y/N asks, watching Fred as she cleans her station up.

Fred turns to look at Y/N, a huge smile on his face. “It’s absolutely perfect. You did an amazing job.”

“Thank you, Fred.” Y/N feels like she’s on cloud 9, and she slowly approaches Fred so she can finish up the appointment. “Now you’ll need to wash it a few times a day with unscented soap and pat it dry with a paper towel and apply some ointment to it as well. As it heals it’ll itch like crazy but try your hardest not to scratch it. You should wear a loose shirt for the first few days, so the tattoo doesn’t stick to it.” Y/N places a piece of clingfilm on Fred’s chest, subtly feeling his hard muscles as she smoothes it out. “You have to leave this on for a few hours. Sound good?” Y/N looks up at Fred then, letting out a small gasp at how intense his gaze is.

“Sounds perfect.” As Y/N starts to pull her hands away Fred grabs them in his and brings her into his chest. He intertwines their fingers with one hand, while the other comes up to cup her cheek. “Can I kiss you?” When Y/N nods weakly Fred leans down and presses their lips together in a slow kiss.

As they kiss it starts to turn desperate and Y/N whines as Fred’s hands start to shove up the back of her shirt. “As much as I would love to fuck you right here we’d be breaking about 20 different health code violations,” Y/N pants as Fred starts to trail kisses down her neck. “There’s a staircase, in the back. It leads up to my flat. I need to fuck,” her sentence cuts off with a moan as Fred starts to suck a mark into her skin.

“I need to fuck too,” Fred jokes, pulling away from her slightly. “I’ll wait for you upstairs while you do whatever you need to down here, yeah?” Fred kisses Y/N again briefly before forcing himself away. He grabs his t-shirt and looks over his shoulder at Y/N one last time before he heads off towards her flat.

“Fucking finally,” Y/N groans a few minutes later when she’s joining Fred. She pushes him up against her front door, one of her hands grabbing his neck to pull him into a kiss, while the other goes to his crotch and palms his hardening erection through his trousers. “You have no idea how hard it was for me to not jump on you the second you laid back on that table.”

Fred moans as Y/N grips him through his trousers, her lips biting at the sensitive skin on his neck. “Do you have any idea how unbelievably sexy I find you? The second I saw you I wanted to bend you over that fucking counter and ruin you.” Fred brings their lips together again in a hot kiss as Y/N opens the door and shoves Fred into her flat.

Y/N lives in a small studio, so it’s easy for her to guide Fred over to her bed while they kiss. She pushes him back onto her bed and kicks off her shoes before climbing back over him. “Fuck I so wish you had, Fred. I spent all day thinking about your hands and your stupid arm muscles.”

“Let me show you what I can do with these hands then, princess.” Fred kicks off his shoes before flipping them over. He starts to press open mouthed kisses to the column of Y/N’s throat as his hands move under her shirt and up her torso. His hands cup her breasts, and when his thumbs rub over Y/N’s nipples he lets out a surprised gasp. “Holy fucking shit that’s hot. Take your shirt off.”

Y/N laughs as she sits up enough to pull her shirt off over her head. She tosses it away and as soon as her back is against the bed again, Fred’s hands are cupping and massaging her breasts. He’s watching her intensely and it sends a shiver down her spine. Y/N lets out a low moan as Fred’s thumbs start to toy with the silver barbells in her nipples.

Fred leans down and takes one of her nipples into his mouth, moaning when the cool metal touches his warm tongue. The tip of the tongue joys with the jewelry for a few moments before Fred’s teeth nibble at the sensitive bud. Y/N’s moans spur him on, and he starts to grind his erection against her thigh. “You are so fucking sexy, Y/N.”

“More, Fred, please,” Y/N pants. Fred’s every manipulation on her breasts is sending shocks of pleasure right to her aching core, and Y/N is desperate for more. “Show me what else your hands can do.”

Fred reluctantly gets off of the bed to rid himself of the rest of his clothes, motioning for Y/N to do the same. “Can’t wait to bury my fingers in you,” Fred growls as he settles back in between Y/N’s legs. He bends Y/N’s knees and pushes her thighs back as far as they’ll go so she’s completely spread open for him. He starts to slowly trail his fingers up her thigh watching as goosebumps erupt in their wake. “Such a pretty pussy you have, princess. And so wet too.” Fred’s thumb starts to slowly rub through Y/N’s folds, his eyes watching Y/N’s face. “This all for me, princess?”

Y/N moans as Fred’s thumb starts to slowly rub circles on her clit. “All for you Fred, fuck. Need more, please.”

“Need what?” he teases, his index finger slowly starting to trace her dripping entrance. “Need my fingers to fuck your desperate cunt?”

“Fred,” Y/N moans as he finally sinks his index finger into her. She starts to toy with her nipples as he adds another finger, slowly curling them as he pumps them in and out of her.

“Such a tight cunt, princess,” Fred coos. He watches as Y/N writhes underneath him, mesmerized by the way her teeth tug at her bottom lip. “My cock might split you in two if I try and fuck you.” Y/N lets out a low moan at that and Fred smirks. “You like that, princess? You want my cock to split you open?”

Y/N nods, too busy panting and moaning to actually answer Fred. His fingers are hitting her g-spot with every thrust and his thumb is rubbing hard circles on her clit. Arousal is building in her stomach at a rapid pace, and just the thought of Fred splitting her open on his cock nearly pushes her over the edge.

“Come on my fingers first, princess. Then I’m gonna fuck you so hard you forget your name.” Fred focuses on bringing Y/N to her climax then, quickening the speed at which his fingers are fucking into her. He replaces the thumb that’s rubbing at her clit with his mouth, immediately sucking the sensitive bud between his lips and nibbling on it gently.

“Oh fuck, Freddie,” Y/N moans as she hits her climax, her legs shutting from the pleasure, trapping Fred’s head between her thighs. He starts to moan around her clit, sending extra shockwaves of pleasure through Y/N’s body. Her back arches as another mini orgasm rips through her body, her hips grinding down onto Fred’s face. “Oh my god,” Y/N gasps as she starts to come down, her legs relaxing so Fred can sit up.

“Such a good girl princess,” he praises, bringing the fingers that had been in Y/N up to her mouth. She immediately brings them between her lips and sucks, letting her tongue wrap around them as she tastes herself on the digits. Fred’s cock twitches as he imagines her mouth wrapped around something else, and he has to pull his fingers away to keep from coming at the sight. “You taste so good, don’t you princess?”

Y/N hums in confirmation, and she reaches up to grab Fred, pulling him down into a kiss. She lets her tongue roam around his mouth, moaning into it. “Fuck me Fred, please. Need you now.”

Fred grabs one of Y/N’s legs and hitches it over his shoulder, gripping the base of his cock to line up with her entrance. Her folds are glistening, and he can’t resist letting the tip of his cock run through them. “Such a warm cunt, princess. Gonna make my cock feel so good.” Fred starts to slowly push his hips forward not stopping until his hips are pushed flush to Y/N’s. “Oh my fuck, princess. Such a tight little pussy you have. Gripping my cock so well.”

“Move Fred, please,” Y/N begs, her own hips starting to buck up in search of friction. “Fuck me hard, please. Want you to ruin me.”

Fred leans over Y/N and braces himself on one of his hands, starting to pound into her relentlessly. “Not gonna touch your clit, princess,” Fred grunts as he lands a hard thrust. “Wanna see if I can get you to come from just my cock.”

Y/N moans and grips Fred’s shoulders with her hands to avoid touching herself. Fred is fucking into her deeply, and the head of his cock is rubbing her g-spot with every movement. “Stretching me out so good, Freddie,” Y/N groans. “Feel so full. Love being full of your cock.”

Fred leans down to peck Y/N’s lips several times before his head dips down to briefly toy with her nipple. “Fuck, princess. Making such pretty noises for me.” Y/N’s mouth is hanging open, a mixture of moans, pants and whines leaving her lips. “Can I try something, princess? Let me know if you don’t like it okay?”

“I trust you, Fred.”

Fred wraps the hand he isn’t supporting himself on around Y/N’s throat, just barely applying pressure to the sides. He groans as her walls tighten around his cock, applying just a bit more pressure. “This okay, princess? Need to hear your words.”

“Yes, Fred,” Y/N gasps. “Choke me harder.” When Fred applies more pressure Y/N’s eyes roll to the back of her head, her walls clenching and twitching around Fred as she suddenly hits her climax.

“Such a good girl, princess. So good for me,” Fred praises, releasing Y/N’s throat so she can breathe normally as she comes down from her orgasm. “Gonna come, princess. Can I fill you up? Wanna be full of my come?”

Y/N nods, clenching around Fred to help him reach his climax. “Fill me up Fred, please. Wanna feel your cum dripping down my thighs.”

That does it for Fred, and his hips stutter as he starts to shoot his load deep inside of Y/N. He rolls his hips slowly as he comes down, only pulling out when his cock has finished twitching. He stays between Y/N’s legs for a moment, watching her folds flutter as some of his release starts to drip out of her and down onto the bed. He collapses on the bed next to Y/N and opens an arm for her to cuddle into his chest.

“Fuck that was hot,” she giggles, pressing a few kisses to Fred’s sweaty skin. One of her arms winds around his waist, squeezing slightly. “You can stay the night. If you want. No pressure or anything,” she rambles, embarrassment washing over her.

Fred tilts her chin up, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to her lips. “Darling, not even a fire would get me up out of this bed away from you.”

When Fred wakes up in the morning Y/N is still asleep, cuddled up under the blanket with his t-shirt on. He presses a soft kiss to her forehead before getting out of bed and stumbling to the bathroom. Before they passed out, Y/N had shown him how to properly take care of his tattoo and he starts to repeat the process. Once it’s clean and he’s applied a thin layer of ointment, Fred just let’s his finger trace over the fresh ink, watching himself in the mirror.

“So? Do you regret it?” Y/N asks, leaning against the doorway to the bathroom.

Fred turns to look at her, crossing his arms over his chest. “The tattoo? Or the sex?”

Y/N ponders his questions for a moment. “Both.”

“No to both,” Fred answers honestly. He opens his arms, and Y/N immediately presses herself against his front, winding her arms around his middle. Fred grips her waist with one hand, while the other starts to gently rub her back.

“When do you think you’ll want more?” Y/N asks, looking up at Fred.

“Tattoos? Or sex?” he asks with a grin.

“Both,” Y/N repeats.

Fred bites his lip. “Tattoo maybe in a few weeks, once this one is healed up. But the sex? I’d say right now.” He leans down to press a kiss to Y/N’s mouth, slowly walking them back over to her bed.

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