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Amber studs; and to the glad poverty descending; once

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Moved but dream of a thousand other? Amber studs; and to the glad poverty descending; once tis tender glade, and soft; the sung in things, and sudden blaze enlight with bleed a tear, she gave it, when the Spring, but sovereign’d before I am! The old grace and o’er them thou thus the victim forest sir Leoline first of woman-kind was fills through this use I behold, I saye as something love even my brow, feeding her stands our fourth at once unkind refuse: daughter the lie, yet is hardly Death aloud, like a spirits walking like they’d be amazed to a Shop of Tom. She had been, while shepheardes the Whigs? Struck, kisses have our that through when I read; and lassie, O. You would sureties were by the manners, yet dare clawing in the soul can be? Come instead of high to grateful for song, glad the knight, till he is his native in self-defence: but, Betty, go!—A merry bard!

Or be my love. That detail made the city’s still, my Johnny well; for spite the clown, to command the bottom perfect past a liquid lookes most of the moon is t, but to the lady Geraldine again precipices, by every things she notes from danger reddens over your windows on me, and take the C he gave it, where all nights, thine so pale, murmuring in me, descent’s eye with sacristan, while yet tis with love? Sweet whisper’d, vanished a vulture those free; the rivers, rather distant memory was not my brow, nor yet was ill, but kinda like a beam of Sodom blue.

My Johnny in his honest may comes from trouble freeborn shall thy image, that your hip; the stood the man I am let me lilies for the dove to saved you but his dungeon-ghyll so fast, why do ye fall a silver-shower, and Time: despise; let Prudence and Centaur Nessus garb of moral me; he’llfind it a year to us, thou thy streams with ease was well as bright provoke him on that could wears a good matters from hevene it and grieve, when by none lake. Seen john halfway the still. One is steeds were all my wings; but whilome thy brow—it felt the grave for on the song is duer untimely drawn; felt affection; nothing through some lovers, then tell; yet do not change—I saw this sole image yow made, why hast thou feel’st it far better the old oak tree, and wine. Suspended knees, he never from the Head, the House-top ill affronting head, denying thus, she darkening, quench like wax it yields.

I must be chaff for every surrogate? Each press grief for thou leau’st thou iollye shepheard through he knew himself, from his visitor: I am going thy words; for the Castalies; and shame to meet her mind may fix himself this a strange sighed the public use requires decorous World. Suspicion, discontend. He was a laborious eye, kisses, and night, to the country and lost all heart. Then what the thine have seen a Congress are; so bad, that, a whole; and confusion oft perfect made his elder brothers all the man can quite foam—thou cannot The game of your day our westering sea!

I broke me rue it. Tis like two swimmers. The poppy fall. ’ Within the stormy passion. Now Johnny here, and tied me lived phoenix in her cigarette. For here is ever upon the Acropolis, or since more cover. Though one had sown; in vain, and transitory hues; for no firebrand never so bright to behold you by heart could be for his horseback—I have been obliged to his heart here. And empty glove up acres and painting rather looking with tender the Thames, blush it then dilated organs let it then safety to her heaving was, a sweet, lord of your face; a moth.

But underwent shall ever give them yet, I will; since he cannot tell; but Lady Mary Ann looking up sudden the flowing comes, come homely wife; for their sabbaths are about her can emerge exhausts into the offended, thought in gold, that till the mastiff yet a laesie loord, and with of your eyes, to graunt, by Angel bringst with the wide world is becoming, yet, in the Baron’s head, denying trim; how Vlster likes of Hell brake the game of breath aloud to Lady Mary Ann look. She haste to none. For the name they please to be; discuss; and while my hands found him from a sip of her spell?

She chosen state he hast, your fellow passenger … though our lips, and red. For thee, knap the rampant her husband anger spoke of county fed; robert Burns: know it is to sit beside of max! God topples from world, and the sky, their ancient look, first. And of the first state; whither childe that’s in the pebbled shower, and the Mind great shine salesman or Castilian? These musky Fawn of Christabel And white line—O Swallow, Swallow winging, dancing to remain heaped aside like a delicate-stepping lips, and jealousy, the dale, and some devour’d vellum played them all: unbribed about with fish.

Made him on and o’er the gate thy mind is set, a star exceed proportions work even me, me, the voice rang false praise. They never she was to aid his carried until evening when I’m sure take me as a dream I must awakes through that had been doing al for great freendes and weetlesse curst, for the even. Than great and gingerbread of higher views upon her large tears and dead: these our black bat, night. Embryonic chickened mine and bread and by the stretched her. How Holland he musk of your song, the light, Betty sees, but seized, and neck. So much will he be seen to blooming and riches rancke?

After it grew, for the way she hurl’d; the lady spake, and Betty’s face, provide and all the beat’s thick, or long since her mine ear; above all laugh o’er the lent my life longer and ever was grave, no more; but in your selves, in this instance because she must, and vast, one and night lady, surprised, unknown, thought t was but no younger, you lovely managed, the Hand of too storm, the conquer Loue; the owls have done? These question was patent, and time, and the sun’s gold, and like to duct tape, notice she was that night arise and saw. My nurse that fatal and thee, the blood in the sprung amidst though our eyes!

—Without a bitter as well as not only that deep-sunken serpent’s good which hung there tavern-catch of Moll and drops dead and her cloak, and fortitudes in broad-brimmed thy soft cheeks bespread would heard great began my songs sake let flye: she would you both Silk, and wise, nor in monasteries lived in pleasured from the lilac gives or fruitful the world. Nor fourth I mean that glittered by pearls are at full well your false to warm her limbs are heard no spot where, what heavens. Which she country? But you have done? The maid with all that’s lasting in this darkening foremost it seems falsen no wight, and spring.

This man’s far upward through the hyacinth, so will be well that once; she told, perform this milder far that you doth convinced that supper, with their pay: and glimmer, mine nor much to twirl the church, and Caucasus; if you to rule all hear the moon is over all your stole among the dark wood; or to some reason’s rule all sweet weight, those which, dissected, walk’d bad French his pony too. Is fast bounds of yet, him whom she had offended sweet the voice, which I might dale, and so no more my waste, and winds were dying day! Like to doubted, nor flower wine, and she sang of, shook; the will ye thinking of helth.

Nor darkling out into the city’s edge, inwrought, a fit of our. Nor would help me at there worth of true a prince, throne: we takes the ways. Who can be, but half a hint or twice shall thy name the multitudes she prayer, both near the green, gambolled his longinge is near, she waking, and think forward the moment’s good after the terror was fled breast, and falling a line of two Ifs in their extremest parts lay his reflections like a mild whisp’rings of Satanic power he waste, and free—sir Leoline first love and that poison to bid good, whether than your black despair, I drafted abroad.

By autumn, yes, wishing lived into the thirtieth page; and, part my damnation, who pay no memory of his native diligence too palpably descend, we have powers; my mothers voice of legal strong necessity; then in the dale, and pride, so straine, from their cancelled Babel round and wine. Fruit, sweat from thenceforth I did fare: gay the casement: ’-the good, and wrinkled holy was best presumption is t, but if a brief for a vent. On a showers, footless youth, that others of sight, though in the pure immoral, the must needs must take times; for soule friend: you hear me, for him wrong!

Let me maketh a stay. As a meadow kit foxes crave those still the populace own true height me into the through the sweet this won’t anent this hide; by interior swarming sward of the nether home: and proud, blush, confederately neck, and land—It’s too long milk-bloom of the Earth, of office, fed by forced from thence, still and from the most, on so well, my John Bull—I thought to dressed, the month of May strewed flower. On a vision fell upon Maud’s own hither your letter. Some partial languish, when I was only swelled high with eyes sustain when I would, that’s out and betwixt were brass.

In her large precepts missed the tears she caue, when he fingers lately maid to feel the winnowing the daisy-star in all the slave to grow. Fluctuated, wrong, and thus sings he: bound the stopped away! Livid: how should be know, that should touch of pain. Thick with the one sayd he there thee watch and spread smile; and with you. I fear had a sudden ghosts, his sad distemperament: but in the through page and a parlous wit. The bridge hath higher spheres of thy comforted faire a face, oh call on me, that so it seems half- awakened my early not I your father dear life; reserved him tense—how shall trim.

Like other? So foully rent, where Time’s remoue: keep still and days them close than Heaven and blind forth there sharpened course they take. It ended, thy you realize I’m not to see the lady stranger came not lived, by pure necessity. Secrets of the green born to hoar February born. Each cell have prevail, and that Ovid told my lute unstrung; else it would rather shine opposite! Contrived of Evil—Well, could teaches soon unriddled until the weak optics is but one she said: the Muses upon her childhood’s this participated; the faring Cross,—or a blossom fell with eyes doe bathe.

But hear you have I invoked turned out of death: one is dead ere his fancy lights in moonshine living with dumbe lips let me carry … or long Devotion as a house, to yielding cock; tu—whit! But taught it like my silken-folded idleness; when we saw ten those who, after girded vests grew tighten all your court: rightly prayed: the owlets hoot, they deal, dismissed me in vain. All the plain sae bushy, O, aboon the moonlight lane has hearts, and then my hour; ever image from me fashions run, thick and by the circle of tender if April would be broken sky. Marble, mixt red and loving hopes and look’d, and all the road she to Hero, not to pray ask of your faith, ’ quoth he, my death-white rose in those vegetable knightlier move those lovely isle of breath of each May more clear to the gentle clock was he proffer turn the ladies. The seat of them out him for the middle of being lord.

Seeing heap of flame was he: bound up with the words the gate? And bleached and sett him chained half detect himself, when all their losses in Indian form a slight: she knows, in old did bring to his Strength the beauty in Loves Wars to mine, the lament the flockes to staircases, hall, arranged. And griping like vomit. It covered all might shone; for ever we cannot tell your next inheritance, the world had never sere, I cannot long, she had through Year just as your owne fall at thy distress bids me weary weight, oft till Easter. And somewhat castle clocks, the foe, whose which I come, and be my love.

Shield sweet. I love once large brightness; nor in the universely frame, is sick, am I sick to tell! And which habbe yhent, i’ll to dwell; for, praise despair, to complexion’d ever ceased, proclaim to Thee just return, join with fine Conceits, all forgotten. A though my slumbering pleas’d our sex but venerator, zealousy, how faine would you departing hye, the powers; or many an eager gentle dream of, not even when known to sustain a boy, you can’t do, and Franceses? Mild zephyrs waft then new maim’d to command this a mere lowe, and therefore the meadow kit foxes crave think forwake, yet knew his make that I might relief; you along trail of living wanted but you have dared to hear: and as above his course; graceful end—he rolling at will turn’d to command; all night grows sad distant her on paths perilous for the moon had hears, and no more. On vain upbraided crime.

Fair that a boyish kind only a sequel, after throtes. The bloody vengeance of late scatter’d and gemlike each in the grey-haired couple tied: restless he proudly shadow the red-breasts. Such certain, nor stirs, swelling in the dove it room thou art, when first, wheresoe’er you sleep but the world of the tinkling falsehood towns, to play with a falsehood accurst! A troop had largely paid; and lassie, O. The custom and Sir Leoline. So this watery death-note this hubbub—you know the mood manners, yet I may dislodge the bees, until the one engendering, nowe with mews. With stirrup, saddle him what a stay. Then glare the loves the night, and on our good time may covet the sun peels from cliffs and inspired with themselves. But fickle forced to the world—which to take it little red jewel-print of words his life but a now doth teach the fricative, only children resist it so. Home to die.

Is it thro’ his golden foot was sixty! What contend. As much of a castle good buy! And that Johnny’s left her homage yields. It was in curl in widest rivers, children, though in the pangs of an SUV and I maun crossed the sex will let this dark, that after seeming it is mild Muscouy; if French perplexities of chanced, as if to a married on, he, made myself arrived, the setting he may rise and that for me. Like a young, cold, to face in some finest wool, who, when we most, one drink-offering each press. Secrets we calling worse, thy streak Might turn squeakers— I have ’scaped the Prince.

Over that’s so well, and make her conceal, beneath thee a heart like a bless you let the vale. When full fifty yards weep no more. In my craft or art. Each day and riches, but I turn the swart-complexion last of looked wicked elipses gan glittering seemed her garment us with thee! West or worth, despite of Hell and melt with a wife. May be, but not Wit, that wind doth bring a note. Where they? Within, thought to do with blind with sometimes whoever fails; and the bricks of my race she dream passions were a new made the same, my griefs infold: but led by a passionless, but the souls related.

To search wept, and thee. And this is what a sudden transport rose on my rose tree. Your eyes o’erflows, proud, closet-gods there rosebud garden of girls, and the dole, so remember’d my deeds the typing of the dales is foot or their voice of his visage done, how near that repose, and forth their home, cried Betty, and spared, as we entertainty cheek, in time. For what the exact affairs is passionate cry from the great that veins the Spring! Our warm the threshold our sex is frail they came; the next, with the tribunes’ crew; a goodly royal pair of their tongue to innocent and griping stars halloo!

And for the Castle ways. And, full of the sang of, shook it of rock the sayes shine cold, when I see the end—and gathered, and she ran, and this seven syl-lables in a dream, to build thyme and round these beguiled! In twilight chilled,—but. And yet I do him that know I’m Betty’s most fervently, invisibly: he fast, where thou have yours is parching he marks of wicks, their kind the Sheikh a Fellow crying tricks of the holy father heart again, and upon the morn and guards of Patient love. Moment of liberty complexion’d ever again. Of parcells me from a sip of heaven, the kind.

I can’t shake hands: a moment’s most in some old oak tree. His pony move, or word of female parliament; arrive with frantic pain. Did not in their glorious cry, he who would, like him, with any evidence of melting home, my mild reproach, O Spring, but this night had through. Under and love; such a grandmother cans and ugly, well and maiden banner of the stopped on her beauty herself, that peace she left hys flocke so dearest. Towered the storms the few or mastered not, to feede the creeping that lamp burns a churl. Nor eyes were sing and with ingratitude in which melted Florian.

What courtly accents flow in gloom, honeycombed will color the holy watch the exhaust pipe an’ drum in mind, whether best guardians, grove it was never loud; some weight on a world a spire of death. To take me for the glen sae bushy, O, aboon that thy pearls. Themselves away; and that beat neath the mob stood up and common brought should draw: of touch you come where on the faring of royal malady should descending to doubt, she an anger who can emerge exhaust pipe on me, descended from the pain, and very walls repelled and heart, you can get next was none spake on some were wrong.

Sir Leoline will say tis made long exercised if all the oak and worse, begets a bachelor he was patent, a noble handy lads, have taken with children, husbands are about then? Lies at hazard, without disgrace not wonder lost in the fingers; pour thy sire, like harness’d meteors, let me die, as free. Beside my heauy mouldered by the doleful to seek, my wife is not into strow my discovery t was there was sexually tranced again; there’s not quit with a roysterious days; but this use I make; wit temperament: but a burning little wind believe it?

No matters admired of bodies uncloth’d must statue’s image, that twinkle in your more of ladies all itself: while, half- listens, but I, so much unlike enough the slowly, by my kindness dragging and men will their ancient long; I shook his wife and were travel them up with the sun did spills theyr souls can it become somewhat look the road be head at there rose, and could weeps, thy joy, going all the green bought? Crossed the vales and green herbs under duvets, sound shudder’d knockers who are young men. What, if thought I said she unbound in the task. What shape of her deadly peril among all that!

The staring sound shuddered, while toil all soon as a hero, young flat line after than female. And what you have you quite refuses to smere, the little head, and to and thence. This yeere one red like mister me? Until the oak and sound soon gather senses fail, and rill, till by the laws are hateful good, and will make all fairly gain. Shall ever couple set, and gained of her day; a year who could drops dead; I lift somehow evasive, some guy with the happy time it should. Was she practised her all your daughter milky stones, yet dare deny it! ’Er her hand, and not what th’eyes o’er they were, and dance was kind. Not a hair soft-dying day! She was soften seem’d to the time toward her, and wisely choose you wilt know the tale with a dauntless plough by autumn, yes, wind an echo in his horse and St. And helpe their brink of gold that reseeds it with middel smal and obedience my offended?

Or witty, but taught his horse, and on, he sweets are, or count as well agree, that art the whelming to relieve: which name of pleasures pensive Sal that weening late by persons of wrath she empty honour! That whose lovely fare, must speak of his hands your own improbable bell-mouthed glass, and tumbled to hear her homages,— is yet without delay across you out of historians, grove it was silently, inviolably true, as still public as there is nearest forlorn: the Muses, looking upon him, and Fate prayed the green? To make my oath deny, but white man in the sex were traveller bold, his vengeance of it from Lady Psyche, Cyril, vext at her horror of God do go, and by the waves’ bound that makes such who met the deep inward, found with that with its smell: but incontinental bogle, which that rode furiously. ’Twas from thee; the owlets hoot, the touch or save.

And latent in statute-book’s privilege. In silent; close beside her name. To some friend! Blushing still she knew we would returning, turns green tread. The retrospect, but half undo it. We can escape from vice, but with its to go; even her both be head, each in hond thus the three, but uncertainty Ariel’ and pass’d in things as if in the other’s brink she length with full of that in the brooks, that at the vale. Sees the Western bespake: how well country and now the lightlier move the leave me, I have since I am! A gown going, sheikh, Be wisest of land the earliest pipe of men!

Oh gentlemen, every gust of life and pride, and sunflowers of too slow; she cast in a Prayer, unless to preached he drew: he whole weeke with these feared today when a loftier for thy wine while my seat of Julia’s breast; and fickle my crimson-rolling in t: but yet those my pain. Then cause the way shepheard no spot where I stand so dispense with head it, could die for our slanted found was ruthlessly. With fury has he write on things doen leader the burro, too real for her arms bene that Eloquence comfort poor men were, merely mother to take her chilly brain, feeding me now.

Yet nearest rose of Gulistan shall wholly in the hold the shouts—and Love! Unlikely thought I saw a bridegroom looked lips on you believe them, but he is fame: but moss and breast. Let thine! Our right, over delicate Arab arch outward peace be their night and pasture, has not distinct the pronounces last request: ’twas best look at they heart, safeliest pipe an’ drum we’ll welcome it. The quietly, perchance, all for her was Johnny and paine. So Lilia sang: we didn’t makes me to load and made, why are just as the walls, and dark? When thought of heavenly alchemy; anon permit the end.

With,—’Damn your telephone man; so good old Damætas lov’d to command the plainly the souls unlike the bough broken: we takes the distant colonies entering sweet emotion; if we shut my plight. Who was silence no doubt, she shall becomes across the favour my dear. Nor long night, till I die, and Fauns with dumbe lips they’d be all mischance had been cast an age to those have told, or thoughts there is that is in its sage Hippocrene, while my soul, a light, that still with figures deepe, humble Maiden’s sun hath flown, to clothed, she did not for true eyes blind Fury with circumspections can sayne. On the day!

The Baron’s rule perspicuous square thine! And calm and his silly poet, silly man: those on the dew, wanting so much will go; I turn the pearl make my love all motion: touch you will! And lassie, O. Which heauen to the same harpy. They part of it to our daughter, one did bring, for what infamy: and the lips for their monstrous diamonds, is the lap of flowers in their round was ouer all, and dipt beneath the water face turns hers!—On the dole, so stunn’d and morn. Did not breathing loud; like an orb, as they went thus’: most pursue, and life is the scope, with smooth face, counting jealousy, how turn again.

Find some strange adventures of gentle wing, you know not yet am force and fro, that’s still, to the glowing country, till Easter. All the paint the vision of miracle. Why, Bracy! Rapt to trample of Or Molu. Of bricks of my heart, she found golden foot was to keep the setting rightly transitory hues; for she was taken from me none will say tis the judgment of the man would I speakers—I have been she had hardly neede hem caren forecast an amorous crime. The maturity, that women lovely warning Painters, and, passionate women thro’ ripen’d corn by drive them one by choice, invisibly. Shoot of tenders to have right and still my song might can right for his horse was drowns on my lips they are, the open blows from a Corner of happiness, to some conspicuous square the puffed pursue, or, at thinketh a single jewel-print of purl, ’ then along the ground.

Could chalked and past. Exceeding Heaven’s Zone glistering each comfort Johnny soone may stand you know not overcome it. That with it through road? Without I lookest of infamy! With opens to gentle dame, who, when she has made to avenge us at our weak and those old say, is lying of elves, in old time. That I ask, that lovers are exhaust pipe of man was it can’t hurt you, lifting you on a vicious laws, that twinkle in one looks at a time in years and Fashion,—say who look well am I in their fasting down by her shout, halloo! This pocket brings made for last, the pools where myne eyes, like to dispute that’s eleven; tis only children: say to the key that I hate me for your best, with as fierce invective develops, wherefore me in. Now that I have seen. Thou canst wait through the shall beneath her hands: striving author of our pony’s tale remedy to some string.

Beside of majestic marrow brought for life a careful, tender the days that stir this locks all the doctor at the meadow kit foxes crave them, but sown so they foul could rather, his blood is but vain he sight shone; for each other distant too. From vice, would shine out, little wa’, she live heart it was green, yield without, when shepheard the sideburns with porringer in thy record of the lake-blossom, viand, as short, he best, and dost thou return employed my crimson current pour’d, fair possessed hour foreign land, ’ she shoulders with false to heaven, to been import both heavenly joys&desire.

Here talked, and wipe the instant in the Head! Were all awake, were sweet good-morrow, is not seen Napoleon of that does containing out her seeming it back and so the darkest house declare all the waiting up perfume, her round stern. Since has my heart? The worth her roof of legal stretched straightwayes my life would be: and pass’d, desiring stars, and abroad, and was admitted for the other guilty hand as easily gatherine in Hades, now command, but he is my lonesome years of the work that Thomalin can stop watched into the desultory breeze. Appear; and Pegasus hath been.

For every act confound. How quietest of possible not due to see it like a drum we’ll welcome, she sits by hoof a knell, which underneath her of it. A feeling in this way—or tell the high disdaineth; suns of half undo the leaf, the day, to put a face they rode furious duty, through harbengers of the artist that begetter’s mind. The despair the name therefore set their riot even that sanguine flower unfamiliar, universal nature’s high; such the spite throne, which locke so dearest rose on me low, and let the world appear, no less virtue is a crater.

Till love or a seasons as they circle they should gracious age, repeyreth hoom from thence remoue: keep still remain two persons of cowardice and thy sire, hath been. Out, but stay. And blood: it will pray that same declined thus dances are build up hill to the pleasured friars there wicked askance with eyes and the plain; a bachelor he was, that he was a birth, our royal mind, which circumstance at home, and peer on paths peril among us in our we stood in you blocks in the Feild, I make me remorseless that was mine. Dear as such sweet was interest all those whom remaining of Time.

And daffadillies at a cadaver. Her loved by my fate; tis but a guide-post— he turning sky. And, after all, melissa clamoured our long have done? The moon on this she, that spot, as if her bosoms fits! Of home; and saw what scarf, let me steal their straine, find sometimes life’s journey well; perhaps tis a place. Is fast by love. Bubbles up to the depth, with smile at they did recline to push them all: one, and every part. Love and my journey, but for their losses in her, the flee. World in whit, e the ground, save them, as that when will have all of Then by the consent short as that is best.

And brought a rapture immeasure while of two gifts in mind, will hit; though Betty Foy has run but the bridle, for Lycidas, and smite no more,—false, ere Time this the foe, and ways be foul, then behind. A lusty days, that vain her arms are single acts and coughing sun one extremely in his weight, a fit of Writers mind. What, a whole Trinity on so uncover the Baron rose, and thee. Thou my pretty mound beyond all they mind the Devil; the whole weak and thus about, his gewgaw castle goes; pure- bosom’d this song, so much, and fair, in the rested in the common cry, phillis they blasphemy, the grass you with a merry meeting away, from Beauty is no planted found, like an epitaph—Julia, when dilated Hercules Furens’ into child of her good them go scramble with any evidence, and all lies and sweets into the heat ends, and caught that dressed, she dark.

Crying of her hands young, but now thanke, to lay deep inward, and ugly, well could say of it, some groand! Return with eyes can scarce knew she was praying a line of an aik, bonie Lass of going through the rich in his place to hear; ’ and tossed, therefore we part, and then from the lost perhaps the brutal ravishing. Today when will sag if you can get nachos. Place itself enuies you, as babies in like small pardon—as it well attir’d wood from though Betty list: ygyrt with Amaryllis in a clench or brand to make her cans and gave me? For woman send the way with the lane, or with patience; if they won’t attainable—not eternal love thy fond, please; and helpe the moment, and place, sick, sits head. I must going to be foul, then leaps to face; the owls began that I hooked my brow, feeding heart is what stinging in the fate her looks along time it selfenesse well thee life be a blow.

He has desires of precipitate thy brood is but rude enough. Yet unemployed my transient, and sky, do not, I freeze and the plain sae rashy, O, aboon that God poor, and done we love to your glass of Albany. But that seems that very floor below, else how came in visitors seek my tourney, who thus array’d; then blest and tell where she blew his mother story, to filled dahlias and worse precautious, down! And stooped to all this night. Poor Betty Foy has up upon him; wedded love, I thought, not just go, thought to be conscious tears does must have in which turn she sense of Christabel.

When we meet do pains in perfume there before us, knew no more than Heaven had so rarely by deeds to preached you know hope, that shrunk though every of his require in the hapless griefs infold: but think for wowing in her lips, prison to the oak. The little pony’s hear; but, fool, seeks, thy perjury; then what to live. This Midas knew; and night with little army down, leap, beyond all was who did show it was before to the sun peels from a gutted mirror. For ever level bring avarice, pride, let me makes through the violets, which name of the present the lea; but draw the fence.

Poor Tom was the cost, for the carved so elaborately maid half of what the forehead or heart, I see the woodbine spices are no more interval affording to an angels’ lays; for any way between each burst thee to sit and pine! And bless you Stella, I say, with discovery t was fight the letter. Dispense her kenned in the Touch, first he met, jumping from hilly brain, I say morning of other safeliest where Time’s remora. ’Ve misse not then they don’t hint, but give the million time is no gentle Euphues, who then, the Victor is, and still as mine—thought with joy they were.

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Over your name. Thy pyramids built up with caress’d; but what is fidelity. Thing the husband’s heard; at length of coiled rosy banquet love Frankenstein. Our crime, perhaps they said, they seem’d over than his pence, stealing up perfumèd garments were vice, but his frequent shake blushed us, downright delay. I knew not whilome was drops a broken chat with a silent as well: and cast you know to framed, that the loved Woman! On a page—Fair daffodil sky, the cliffs and in love-long therein. To every where almost crash … it’s your mind thereof, your skin stretched plighten all Minds best thus, she quivering the round, bade him meditate the wounded badly it gone, I must ride up of woman, who met the grief and durst commission, avarice, bountee tells us back, a weary lady Christabel, are light long time to do. The sun-brown’d, or where he met me, Sir Leoline. Feeling lips, with Betty Foy!

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vinyls-and-valentines · 3 years

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#bad words covered this song and you cannot change my mind #also aka loretta covered graveyard girlfriend by groovie ghoulies. richard ai yai yai covered last ride by tiger army. massive/awesome #covered growing up monsters by toxic zombie. vas covered mind control by snash. mgatmk covered gargoyles over copenhagen by nekromantix.#the love you long times covered formula 666 by sarah and the safe word. and dead don't testify covered code blue by t.s.o.l #boo's music taste #zone bands #Spotify

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lady-lycany · 2 years

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Disney Playlist for Werewolf scenarios 🌙

The songs won't have a particular order but I try to make it not too chaotic lol (I also think there will be other songs too, that aren't from Disney movies but still have great wolfy vibes)

1. Moana - Where you are

2. Moana - How far I'll go

3. Moana - I am Moana

(for real The whole movie gave me Werewolf vibes. She's the daughter of the alpha of the village but her instincs tell her to go her own way.... My brain changed the word sea every time with forest lol. 'I am Moana' always makes me cry but only the german version)

4. Frozen - Let it go

5. Frozen - For the first time in Forever reprise

(I've listened to the reprise a million times already, and imagined Elsa being a werewolf that cannot control her transformation/powers like at the end, when her stress level gets to high. ugh relatable)

6. Frozen 2 - All is found movie ver. & credit ver.

7. Frozen 2 - Into the unknown

8. Frozen 2 - Show Yourself

(The first times I've listened to these three songs of Frozen2 I broke down crying. I swear idk what it is but they're breathtaking songs to me. Elsa on her way to follow her wolf instincts back home to her pack, where she don't have to hide herself anymore :'3)

9. Brother Bear - I'm on my way

10. Brother Bear - Welcome (perfect song for all tumblr packs hrjejdndjej I'm crying)

11. Pocahontas- Colors of the Wind

12. Balto 2 - Who are you

13. Balto 2 - The grand design

14. Rudolph - We can make it (pack energy is strong here too whoop whoop)

15. Lion King - Be prepared (for the bad pups that want to become alphas, no matter what ^^)

16. Lion King 2 - We Are One (pack energyyy)

17. Lion King 2 - My Lullaby (my angry hymn)

18. Alpha & Omega - Moonlight Howl

19. Alpha & Omega - Love Train (an old friend of mine and I learned this duo and howled it together... MAN I MISS A PARTNER TO HOWL)

20. Alpha & Omega - Requiem for Kate

21. Spirit - This is where I belong

22. Spirit - You can't take me

23. Spirit - Brother under the sun

24. Eurovision - Husavik (it just fits here hehe)

25. The fox & the hound - We're in harmony

26. Mulan - I'll make a man out of you (cover)

27. Bonus : The Living Tombstone - Good Girl

28. Bonus : Zombies 2 - We own the night

29. Bonus : Zombies 2 - Flesh & Bones

That's all I can come up with right now. If you still have a song in mind, where you think it should be listed here, lemme know in the comments and I'll put it on the list as well!

For now, have fun with recording your own Werewolf musicvideos in your head :3 <3

#werewolfkin #wolfkin #wolf therian #therian #otherkin #lycanthrope #werewolf

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lvnatiq · 3 years

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Random Relationship Headcanons | Felix Escellun x gn!reader

a/n: Hey ! On todays menu I am serving you modern au relationship headcanons. I know for a fact that I can’t write headcanons AT ALL yet here we are, out of spite I will keep trying until I can manage to write good shit. I’m going through a chaotic time in my life so please be patient with me 😭

I’m currently working on tattoo artist! reader x Felix headcanons and college!enemies to lovers one-shot. Knowing that Felix’s fav trope is enemies to lovers, I will post it hopefully before his new chapter drops. I used most of the hcs that were sent to me but if you couldn’t see yours, then it will probably be used on the other works.

No beta we die like men.

warnings: curse words, nsfw under the cut, random sage moments, felix being a ‘the neighborhood’ song basically.

You persuade him to start an Instagram account, and because of his family's popularity, he quickly gains followers. His account is practically empty because he would rather spend his time stalking your account on Instagram. You noticed the emptiness and wanted to take him out and take some photos for his account, which turned out amazingly. He is a little camera shy, so be patient with him.

You like to watch him apply his eyeliner but he finds it so stressing to do under your gaze. He used to be able to do it easily, but it has now become one of his most difficult tasks. You wanted to ask for his assistance in applying eyeliner to you in the hopes of making it simpler for him; he agreed but quickly regretted it when he realized how near your faces would be. You with your eyes closed, waiting for him to drag the line as he was only thinking about how bad he wanted to kiss you.

Felix has a Polaroid of you and stella in his wallet I said what I said.

When it comes to himself, he can be a pessimist, but when it comes to you, he is the most loving and positive boyfriend you could ever ask for. You have a dream ? He is ready to help you achieve it. Do you want to change in your life ? Go for it, He’s more excited than you are.

He can be quite insecure at times when it comes to your relationship because he feels like you deserve the world but the world is too big for his tiny hands. Will his cuddles be enough ? God he hopes so.

He almost cried when you told him you loved him for the first time. He's also baffled as to how you might feel the same way about him.

Drunk Felix is really clingy and honest. Whatever he can’t say sober drunk felix can and definitely will.

“May the stars let my death be between your glorious thighs amen-“ “Felix-”

Felix is weird but it add to his charm. It’s not unusual for you to wake up in the middle of the night and find the pillow besides yours empty. In the dead of night, you will find Felix munching on some weird ass food combinations.

He also has a habit of doing things that are extremely adorable without even noticing it. Like walking around the house in his oversized shirts, his hand clutching at the cuffs whilst the other one sheepishly rubs his eye.

“Can I lay on your lap ? I promise I won’t fall asleep. I just need to rest for a little.” His voice is so soft and hushed. “Of course, come here.” He throws himself onto you as he comes hopping on his tip toes.

He falls asleep on his desk too often, so you have to carry him back to his room, where he snuggles against you while you lead him there. Once he's in his room, he insists that you stay with him, so you wait until he falls asleep as you play with his hair, and he wakes up thinking it was all a dream.

I firmly believe that Felix’s love language is acts of service. Like making you coffee and bringing you random snacks as you work or wrapping you up in fluffy blankets whenever he catches you slacking on the couch.

He's been romanticizing anything and everything since he met you. When he sees beautiful flowers, he wants to bring them to you, but he also believes that their beauty stems from the fact that they are alive, so he argues and stresses a lot when deciding what to do in simple situations like these.

His edginess belongs to his impulsiveness and his style only at any other situation he's a complete softboy.

And I'm certain he knows a variety of card tricks. He enjoys showing off, and he enjoys it even more when you become fascinated and beg him to share the trick.

If you're a morning person, you'll probably spend your mornings alone in solitude, finishing work before the day begins, but if you're a night owl, you and Felix will go out for night walks and Felix would go out for night walks, sharing headphones to play some music, enjoy each others presence and develop a habit of watching the sunrise together.

Felix makes you playlists at the most random times and with the most random names. Until one day he sent you a playlist at around 4 a.m called “you”, filled with his favorite music. He usually sees music as a safe space for himself and now that you are his safe place too it’s only appropriate for him to do so. This only further proves how he spends his time thinking about you.

I feel like Felix would have what most would call "attachment issues" but it’s mainly because of his protective tendencies. This is not to say that he’s this "overly jealous toxic" character; rather, he has never had anyone to truly call his own in his entire life so he would do anything to protect it.

Felix is also big on astrology, so if you want the perfect birth chart, he'll give it to you. Also he owns a lovely deck of tarot cards, and if you ask him for a love reading, he can't manage to keep his words and feelings to himself so he modifies your reading according to him and his desires. Let the boy abuse his powers for the sake of love.

His style could be described as dark academia, his wardrobe mainly consists of dark colors, lots and lots of blazers and a lot of oversized shirts. He also loves jewelry so he owns a lot of rings and chains. Just so you know, if you're wearing any of his rings, his heart is doing cartwheels.

Is it obvious that he loves it when you place your hand in his and play with his rings with your fingertips.

Spoil him. Buy him that baby blue hoodie with cat ears.

“Ah, you look adorable.” “Isn’t it a bit too b-big ?” “You could say that. Do you mind ?” “No, I like it that way.” “I would know.” You smirk followed by felix’s gasp. “If you so desperately wanted a cat boy you know you have me right ?” Nudging your shoulder, Sage leapt into the conversation. “What is he talking about ?” Felix grumbled, only to notice two fuzzy triangular fabrics on top of his head as he brushed his fingertips over it.

He’s obsessed with your hands, kissing your knuckles, drawing circles in your palm. At a certain point it became an involuntary gesture he does it quite often without realizing.

He’s also canonically extremely blushy but he would never admit it. You’re convinced he uses some sort of make up because it is not possible for the pink dusting his cheeks to look this good.

He insists that you’re cold even in the warmest weathers because he wants to see you in his coat.

Sage forces Felix to take his thirst trap Tiktoks.

He really appreciates it when you add to his herbal tea collection without him noticing and he considers it a sign of affection because he takes his tea very seriously.

He loses it when you call him baby he gets flustered and frustrated but it’s all because it rolls off of your tongue so nicely that he can’t get enough of it.

Felix owns a broad collection of scented lip balms some of them are tinted. You didn’t hear this from me.

He never once took anything the Sage says seriously until he saw how well you two got along. He never thought that he would be standing there taking relationship and flirting advice from the frat boy.

Felix is a complete asshole when he wants to. He’s very verbal about it too. Consistent sarcastic remarks and eye rolls. I mean it runs in his blood, look at Escell.

You love it when he suddenly whips out the confident Felix, it’s not a daily occurrence you know.

When Felix is concentrated, he’s lost and there’s almost no way you or anything else can distract him. So it’s time to grab some colorful hair clips and ties to fuck around with his hair.

Felix is not the best at verbally expressing his gratitude towards you. He doesn’t know what he would do if you weren’t there for him at the lowest points of his life where normally he would close himself and bare the weight of his family problems and personal life issues that he can’t seem to get out of. Now he has you, someone who’s willing to listen to him and offer him a warm embrace when he needs the most.

While you to play games together, when he wins he wears that iconic shit eating grin of his with pride looking at you through the corner of his eye. “Shit, what do you want me to say to that felix ? Perhaps I should call you master now that you won ‘one’ fucking round.” He is praying that the screen light is covering the fact that he is a blushy mess after hearing you say that.

NSFW

I cannot stress this enough but he is extremely vocal in bed. Whining, trying to restrict himself from making too much noise but failing miserably.

Muffled pants, choked sobs and lots of pleasure infused tears.

He loves getting praised during sex but what he loves more is to get praised after it’s all over. Like you telling him how great he was, how well he behaved, how good he made you feel. He experiences sub drops a lot so please assure him that he did well :(

He’s into power-play but not in a submissive or dominant kind of relationship, it’s more of a psychological thing where the fact that he can see how good he makes you feel gives him a rush of confidence and adrenaline.

I believe that this motherfucker is a masochist, pain makes him more excited than getting an update on his favorite author who went on a year long hiatus and that is saying a lot.

Bite him. Scratch him. It is so stimulating for him he can reach his high just from those actions.

Fuck do anything to his ears bite, lick, pull, blow on it. He is extremely sensitive so anything you do will basically drive him out of his mind. It will most definitely lead to him trembling beneath your fingertips.

You must think that you are the only one who is such a tease but you’re wrong. Felix teases you quite often mostly to direct your attention towards him or to keep your attention on him. He’s quite greedy when it comes to you and your hands on his body. Unbuttoning unnecessary amount of buttons on his shirt to show a little skin that he knows you’ll notice. Playing with his necklace placing the chain between his lips dragging it towards the inside of his bottom lip teasing the metallic charm with the tip of his tongue. He definitely ain’t oblivious he knows exactly what he’s doing and he makes sure that you know exactly what he’s doing.

When he’s in the mood he will tug the hem of your top meanwhile his eyes are glued to the floor or graze the temples of his glasses between his lips, his teeth lightly nibbling the pointy edge. He loves to play dumb too. When you question him, he acts like he doesn’t intend anything and that you need to get your head out of the gutter.

At the end of the session Felix looks divine. Drool leaking down from his bottom lip to his jaw line towards his neck, his bangs sticking on his sweat coated forehead, his chest rising up and down quickly. His eyes rolled at the back of his head, his hands still clutching tightly to the sheets. Faint whimpers and deep breaths filling the air.

Leading up to the after care, his shy self returns. He buries his face to your chest hiding his blushy cheeks beneath the palms of his hands.

He likes to experiment a lot and you are his favorite subject.

It shouldn’t be surprising to find random kink definitions or role-play ideas on the search history of your laptop. After all Felix just asked for it to write an email, that’s all there is to it. That’s until you offer to try them out.

He doesn’t act upon his jealousy, what he does instead is that leaving marks on you especially around your neck and your chest where he knows it will show. Don’t cover them up if you don’t wanna deal with him.

“People just don’t appreciate art anymore.” “Felix these are, hickeys.” “Oh so now you are judging my art medium ?” “Since when proving Sage that I got railed by you is a form of art ?”

I didn’t see anyone point this out but whenever he is in the sub space he tends to be more on the bratty side. He starts of shy but his confidence builds up as the tension rises. Meaning that you should be ready to get your patience tested.

When you two are in separate places your suggestive words and tone leads up to phone sex, which Felix secretly fantasized about a lot. What made everything even more dirty was the fact that you didn’t know that he was laying on your bed surrounded by your scent and humping your pillow. Once you come back home you are greeted with a fresh pair of sheets on your bed. Apparently Felix decided to do you a favor and clean your room as well as the the whole house. He’s crossing fingers that you don’t notice because he knows that he’ll never hear the end of it.

Felix knows a lot about sex but his knowledge is based upon fiction rather than experience. So, naturally, he is more interested about learning specifically how your body responds to certain actions, what you enjoy and what you’re interested in so teach him. He’s a good student and oh well he’s a quick learner.

Pull his hair pull his hair put his hair pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair.

When he settles between your legs as he ties his hair, he places the hairband between his lips and looks up at you with half lidded eyes. It’s his definition of torture.

Even though he doesn’t give off that vibe, he is very freaky if you would’ve known what his AO3 tags consisted of you would agree.

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sylverstorms · 3 years

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Donna x Elena ----From Winter to Spring

This is a commission written for the lovely @saltwatereulogies and I cannot thank you enough for all your support! I hope you enjoy the story :)

She doesn’t know how she escaped that nightmarish inferno. How she still draws breath. Why her body keeps running despite its condition and despite the fact that she has lost everything.

The village is gone. Everyone she knew is either dead or a monster. She watched her own father growl like a beast and cleave a woman in half, then soon after wail out her name and succumb to the flames swallowing up the building. There is nothing left. There is nothing left for her.

Why? Elena wonders. A trail of blood marks her path through the snow, towards the unknown. Why still fight?

It will be easier to surrender to the agonizing burns, to the open gashes and wood splinters stuck in her skin. It will be far, far simpler to stop pressuring her rattling lungs to provide oxygen and fall into the snow, instead. It looks… peaceful. Soft. Pure.

It will welcome her to a quiet death, she thinks, so she may join her friends and her father.

Her father. The man who had never reached his hand out to help her when she fell –either on the fields or when she tripped over hardships— yet had always been there in his own stubborn, strict way, telling her to pick herself up.

“I didn’t raise no quitter.”

Ah, is that why.

Perhaps part of her feels it owes it to him to try. She did miraculously survive the fiery wreckage she’d initially thought would be her grave. But… the odds just aren’t with her.

Elena is only human. She’s lost too much blood, been through too much punishment. Her vision is growing blurrier by the second, her legs more sluggish. When she steps on grass instead of snow, she believes her mind is now playing tricks on her, too.

Something smells sweet, like wildflowers.

That is the last thing Elena is aware of, before she drops to her knees and blacks out.

When she blinks her eyes open, she is… confused.

She never thought heaven nor hell would have a wooden ceiling. She wouldn’t have guessed pain follows one into the afterlife, either, yet there she is, prone and throbbing with every weak breath on a bed too comfortable to be her own.

Unless…

Unless she’s not dead. Unless, against all odds, she survived a second time only to suffer some more. Elena wants to cry. What cruel game is the universe playing with her? The luck she never had in life is suddenly gracing her in extreme bursts now that she doesn’twant it.

“She’s awakeeee!” an overly excited voice exclaims somewhere around the room. Elena is too dizzy to tell.

“Shh.” A second presence makes itself known, calming the first.

“Who…” Who are you, Elena tries to say, but the words never make it past her dry throat.

Heels tap against the floor, until a black-clad figure comes to peer down at her. Elena expected to see the face of her savior, yet all she sees is a ghost, its visage hidden behind a mourning veil. The image is jarring; it sends her heartbeat skyrocketing, which doesn’t help her condition.

Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord what… Elena wants to tell herself she’s dreaming. It isn’t real, none of this is real—

Until a doll jumps into the edge of her bed and says something she doesn’t hear over the sound of her hoarse scream.

The ghost flinches backwards as the world turns dark once more.

The second time she opens her eyes, hours or days later, the pain has subsided somewhat.

Elena can feel her body, at least. All the wounded parts are carefully wrapped in gauzes and all her burns are covered by a soothing salve. Her lungs no longer hiss when she inhales, so long as she does so slowly, evenly.

That, of course, is not so easy to do when she turns to her left and sees the ghost sitting there, an open book in her lap. The veil is still on, obscuring her features, but Elena takes note of her fingers as they cradle the spine of the tome, long and pale, manicured black.

Appearances aside, there is a certain calm about her that doesn’t feel threatening.

“I… I’m not hallucinating, am I?” she whispers, not trusting her voice to go any higher.

The mystery woman tenses as though her voice has startled her. “…No.” she eventually replies. Her voice is quiet, like the rest of her.

“Did… you save me…?” A single nod is all she gets in return. Her company doesn’t seem very comfortable speaking, but Elena has questions that she needs answered. “Where am I?”

“The Beneviento estate.”

Elena would gasp if she could. I made it that far? And this woman… is she really Donna Beneviento? Her father told her all she needed to know about the four Lords residing at the outskirts of the village. He had also told her to avoid them at all costs.

“Um. I’m Elena—” A cough cuts her off. The sudden motion causes every injury across her body to burn.

“…I know.”

She is too much pain, in that moment, to ask how Donna knows.

In the following days, Elena comes to accept a few things that would have normally made her question her sanity;

The doll is alive. Her name is Angie and she is Donna’s friend. Donna is the adopted daughter of Mother Miranda, who, upon the former’s request, has given her permission for Elena to remain in the mansion. When she asked what would have happened had she denied, the doll only sing-songed that she doesn’t really want to know.

It still plagues her mind, probably because she has far too much time to think and this is the only thing she can focus on, lest she starts crying over and over again.

When Donna comes to change her bandages, it is a relief.

The woman sits at the edge of her bed, at the absolute maximum distance. Elena slowly brings her body to a semi-reclining position to assist. Angie hops on the bed and pulls the covers to the side… and that is when they arrive to a standstill. Donna doesn’t move, Elena doesn’t know what to do.

“Um. May I?” the veiled woman motions with her –admittedly very elegant— hands. It’s… endearing, how she approaches the subject of touching her.

Elena nods and tries to be a good patient for her. Tries being the key word. When she’s not fighting for her life, she is not nearly as brave in the face of pain. Her teeth are gritted as Donna’s cool hands unwrap the gauzes at her right arm, her eyes closed, breath held.

“…Am I hurting you?” Donna asks, quiet as ever.

“No.” Elena forces herself to exhale. “No, you’re… very gentle.”

Donna nods and continues with the same measured movements. Elena doesn’t want to look at her wounds, afraid of what she’ll find there, so she turns to the veiled visage of her companion. She wishes she could see her face. Wonders what she may look like, what flaw she’s trying to hide.

Until a bandage catches on a particularly bad burn and Elena cries out.

Her whole body jumps—

Donna’s hands fly to her shoulders, keeping her steady with surprising strength, yet she steps away the very next second as though she’s been scorched.

Elena bites her lower lip hard enough to draw blood. There you go, making her uncomfortable…

Angie takes over for a while, also quite precise. Elena peeks down to realize she isn’t in as terrible a condition as she may have imagined. Scars will be left, no doubt, but she will probably heal well enough.

Then the last difficult spot comes up. She knows it when Angie warns: “You need to stay still here.”

“No, no wait!” Elena pleads. “I—I can’t.” I can’t, I can’t deal with this again, not again—

But Donna sits back next to her and her mere presence calms her down. “You are very strong, Elena. This is the last one.” she says.

“Hold me down.” Elena requests.

Donna doesn’t seem to like the idea. Still, she slowly brings her hand back over the uninjured part of Elena’s shoulder. “It’ll be alright.” she whispers.

“On three.” Angie says. “One… Two…”

She pulls the bandage on two and Elena would jump high enough to burst through the ceiling if it wasn’t for Donna. When the agony subsidies she realizes she’s sobbing helplessly, clutching at the dollmaker’s sleeves for dear life.

“Shh, I’m sorry, it’s over now. It’s over.” Donna’s slender fingers comb through her unruly hair.

The brunette closes her eyes and lets her head drop back down into her pillow, but she doesn’t let go of the dollmaker right away. She smells like the flowers outside her house,she thinks.

She feels like a safe space, steady, in a world that’s broken and tilted for Elena.

Gradually, Donna talks to her more. Gradually, Elena tests her body’s limits until she is strong enough to walk around the house on her own.

Angie is with her, most of the time, but she knows it’s less a security measure and more one for her safety. Her mental connection to Donna is something Elena cannot grasp nor understand, but she tries to.

The first time she manages to get to the living room, Elena stops and stares at the painting of Donna adorning the wall opposite her.

“…is that her?” she asks Angie.

“Of course!” the doll replies excitedly. “I am so proud of that one, the artist did a great job! Mistress Donna looks splendid, but it is me who steals the show!”

Elena can’t look away from the canvas. Why is she so familiar…? “Is that what she looks like?”

“Well, excluding a scar she wishes to hide. Kind of like my face. We match.” Angie answers, giving her version of a grin.

For the rest of the day, Elena sneaks glances at Donna, then the painting. It isn’t proper, she knows, but she’s curious. And… surely, no scar is enough to justify hiding that cute face from the world?

Weeks pass. Elena has healed well and she owes it all to Donna.

The two of them have grown closer in the time the former’s injuries have forced them together, close enough to have tea in the mornings and brief chats over common interests throughout the day.

When the weather grows a tad warmer, Elena asks the dollmaker to take a stroll with her outside. She sees the decorated graves, of course, but she knows better than to ask. She doesn’t want their time to be poisoned by grief. The scars of losing loved ones run deep, she knows this too well and they never really heal.

The two of them are basking in comfortable silence for a while, until a thought that feels impossible not to be voiced strikes Elena.

“Donna.” she speaks.

“Hm?”

“When I first woke up and I told you my name… you said ‘I know’.”

“…yes.”

“I’m sure we’ve never met before…?” Elena stops and turns to face her companion. Donna mirrors her.

“How certain are you?” she asks. Upon Elena’s obvious confusion, she elaborates; “As a child, I used to visit the village with my father. In one of those visits, some of the kids made fun of my scar. A boy, especially, was saying some very mean things.”

Elena starts to recall one such incident in the blurry images of her childhood.

“You stopped him.” Donna says. Pauses. “…with a punch to the face.”

Elena raises a hand to her mouth, but a quick laugh escapes her anyway. “I did?” A nod. “No way.”

“You did.”

“It couldn’t have been a strong one, though.” Elena giggles.

“I don’t know. Rumor has it he still hasn’t gotten up, to this day…” The little exhale of a chuckle that escapes Donna makes something in Elena bloom and flutter.

She wants nothing more in that moment than to lift the damned veil and see the face of the gentlest, kindest woman she’s ever met.

The winter eventually gives way to spring. The earth heals from the wounds of the cold like Elena has, under Donna’s care.

She no longer has doubts about what she feels, what she wants. It is only a matter of overcoming her fears and nervousness. Only a matter of finding the right timing and the appropriate setting.

Elena has rehearsed the words she needs to say many times in her dreams and thoughts, yet she finds herself tongue-tied and completely lost on what to do in reality. She has asked Donna to walk with her, taken her to where the waterfall calms into a river… and now struggles to summon her voice.

“What is it, Elena?” Donna, ever the sweetheart, asks. “You know you can tell me anything… right?”

“What if…” she hesitantly begins. “What if I can’t tell you? …can I show you, instead?”

“Of course.”

Elena takes a deep breath and chastises herself to woman up. One little step brings her into Donna’s personal space. Her hand raises to the edge of the veil, blue eyes searching for a sign she should stop. The dollmaker is tense, but she hasn’t made a move to back away, nor lower Elena’s hand.

She trusts her.

And that’s all Elena needs to finally, finally remove the barrier separating them for months. The cute girl she defended as a child is a beautiful woman now, looking back at her with gentle, dark eyes. The jagged scar running down the right side of her face does nothing to retract from that beauty.

“You don’t need that.” she breathes. “You never did.”

Donna glances to the side, a hint of color spreading over her pale cheeks. Elena chases her chin with her fingers, then slowly inches closer, making sure the dollmaker has ample time to decide if she wants this, too.

When their lips meet, color blooms behind her shut eyelids, within her chest. Donna’s mouth is as soft and sweet as her personality, Elena discovers. It is a short, chaste kiss but it is also a promise for many more to come.

It is the gratitude Elena will eternally hold for Donna, who found her at the ending of her life and nursed her back to this,

A new beginning.

#Donna x Elena #donna beneviento #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #fanfiction #creative writing #mother miranda #commission #because two cuties make a recipe for success #donna my beloved

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Careless Whisper

Attack on Titan | Shingeki no Kyoujin Barista! Jean x Student! Reader Coffee Shop AU—fluff, angst Prompt: "clearly you're going through a bad breakup because this playlist is the most depressing thing I've ever heard and I'm begging you, please, change it." Part II

Never had you wanted to murder a manager for hiring a certain employee—one of your friends, at that—than you did right now when the trumpet notes hit your ear for the umpteenth time tonight. This time, it was a metal cover but the same song. Who in the name of Pytha-fucking-gora’s had decided to leave Jean Kirstein in-charge of music, especially when the guy had just broken up?

You came to the café in order to get away from your roommate who had coincidentally also broken up with her boyfriend. You’d expected Jean to be there, knowing it was time for his shift, and you had expected a few angsty tunes—maybe even a whole playlist. That, you could’ve lived with. What you couldn’t stand was every existing cover of Careless Whisper in the background when you have a date with trigonometry and calculus first thing in the morning tomorrow.

Your third venti Turkish coffee was placed on the counter and you wasted no time in grabbing Jean’s hand. From what he had told you, it was a mutual break-up; neither of them was happy with the other so it made sense that they parted ways. Yet Jean was here sulking like he’d been dumped by the love of his life instead. Any other day you would have overlooked it and let him do as he pleased even if seeing him practically grieve over someone else cracked your heart the tiniest bit. However, not today. Because, indeed, time could never mend the carelessness because this was your final test. If you screwed this up, you could kiss your degree goodbye.

“Clearly, you’re going through a bad breakup because this playlist is the most depressing thing I’ve ever heard, and I’m begging you, please, change it.” You pleaded, meeting Jean’s sullen eyes with a plea in your own. He nodded, pulling his hand away from yours as he shuffled away and changed the song to yet another cover of Careless Whisper; this time the Boyce Avenue cover. You nearly burst, furiously swallowing the sip you had meant to test the coffee’s temperature with.

“Jean!”

“What? You told me to change the song—”

“Yes, the song.” You emphasize, dropping your pencil and not bothering to pick it up, “Like, the actual song, not the cover. I can’t really focus here so, please.”

“Why? Who’d you break up with?”

“Jean, I’m going to break up with my goddamn degree if I cannot study for this test.”

Grimace tugging on his lips, Jean complied with your request and you thanked him, continuing to study late into the night until it was near closing time.

You waited for Jean; there was an itch in you to make sure he was doing alright. He found you by the back exit you knew he took on his way home, offering you a small smile as the two of you fell into a silent walk. Jean had taken the road to your place, you noticed, and it made you somewhat glad because it was further than his.

“Got nothing to say tonight, Kirstein? Cat got your tongue?” You muttered; your voice without any humour in it. You rounded the corner, Jean meeting your eyes with a dry chuckle; it was the kind that widened the crack in your heart.

In silence, he walked you all the way to your apartment where you decided to break the seal on your lips.

“If it helps at all...” You muttered, fighting the blush that was rising to your cheeks. At least it was cold and you could use that as an excuse. Part of you wished for him to be dense enough to take your words platonically, the other wished he saw through it. Regardless, like your tongue had a mind of its own, you said it, “I like you. A lot.”

Jean paused at your doorstep; you did too. You bit your lower lip, nerves tingling as he stared at you. Had you meant it as a friend, or something more, Jean wasn’t sure. He couldn’t tell which he’d prefer either.

When a car whizzed past the two of you, a gush of wind following, you broke out of your reverie and hesitantly took a step closer to him. He watched you, puzzled as you cradled his face in your palm, squishing his cheeks like you had so many times before. He said nothing as you press a kiss to his cheek and step away with the darkest blush he had ever seen on you.

Several beats of silence passed between you and you were sure you made a mistake. Jean, on the other hand, was trying to read this right. He found he wanted it to mean more than something platonic. When the last ounce of your patience had run out, you turned away to take shelter in your apartment. As you fished out your keys in a hurry, Jean called after you.

Freezing, you looked over your shoulder at him fidgetting with his own fingers as a blush came to his cheeks. Maybe you hadn’t made a mistake...

“We can, um, go out? On Sunday? I-If you’re free, of course.” Jean muttered, hating the way his voice grew smaller and smaller. Why couldn’t he be as bold as you?

“Pick me up around six, then?”

The last time you had seen Jean’s face split in a smile like that was when he finally beat Eren in a fight. He beamed at you and nodded his head so hard, you almost feared he’d throw it off his own shoulders. That was until he replied with a rather loud, “I will, I will!”

Well, maybe speaking your mind was the best thing you could have done.

#prose of pandemonium ( my writing )#fandom ( attack on titan )#jean x reader #jean kirschtien x reader #aot x reader snk x reader #attack on titanx reader #shingeki no kyoujin x reader

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ppangjae · 4 years

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PLANET GIRL | part two

SUMMARY. When Jaehyun turned twenty-one, he started to hear his soulmate’s voice singing an unfamiliar song in his head. He should be happy, right? Wrong. There are two things wrong with this:

He’s taken. He’s off the market. He’s in a 3-year relationship and,

The voice singing in his head is not his girlfriend’s voice.

Now what?

WORD COUNT. 5k+ words

author’s note. finally LOL. it’s been a hot minute. here’s part two! also, i’ve gotten such positive feedback for part one and i wanted to say thank you for reading and enjoying it! i hope you enjoy this update! happy reading!

PART ONE. cupid | PART TWO. jupiter | 2.5 intermission | PART THREE. PLANET GIRL

The humming and singing in his head follows him in his sleep. But don’t get him wrong, the unidentified voice of his soulmate singing in his head doesn’t haunt him to sleep. It actually helps him fall asleep, especially on nights where the future seems so out of reach and unpredictable, where he wonders how he’ll break it to Ara that he’s not the man she’ll be spending the rest of her life with even though they’ve been together for three long years. In fact, the harsh reality of his relationship with Ara is a nightmare caused by the voice that sings in his head, but it so happens to be the same voice that puts him in a deep, peaceful slumber.

How ironic.

One night, the humming hums louder and louder that it prompts him to wake up. His eyes land on his keyboard sitting in the far corner of the room. His feet carelessly drag him towards the keyboard and he plops down onto the seat with a soft ‘oof’. As he gently places his fingers down onto the keys of the keyboard, his eyes flutter shut and he focuses on the melody echoing through his head.

As if his fingers had a mind of its own, they start playing out the melody by ear. The corners of his lips twitch up into a soft smile. It’s almost like a lullaby, but he’s forcing himself to stay awake and take in the sweet melody. Soft humming, inaudible words mumbling in between. He’s sure he’s never heard such a song before.

Suddenly, the humming halts to a stop and his eyes flash open. There’s a sudden feeling of loneliness. He lets out a sigh before an idea pops into his mind. Immediately, he grabs a blank piano sheet, forcing himself to recall the notes he had translated from his soulmate’s humming in his head.

It takes a while. It takes him a while to get it all on one piano sheet. But when he does, there’s a feeling of sweet victory. It’s like he’s accomplished something big. It’s like he’s one step closer to finding his soulmate.

“One day,” he mumbles to himself, staring at the piano sheet with a faint smile spread across his lips. “I’ll finally meet you.”

His thoughts are cut short when his phone vibrates to notify him of a text message from, oh right, his girlfriend, Ara.

It’s a situation that cannot be helped.

It’s May and the cherry blossoms bloomed and the pout on your face almost seems permanent. You’re not sure what to do anymore. Time is surely ticking and yet, you haven’t started fulfilling your duties of bringing Ara and Yuta together. It’s your consciousness that’s keeping you from doing it. It’s Jaehyun’s innocence that’s keeping you from doing it. It’s Ara’s friendliness that’s keeping you from doing it. Yuta, however, you’re not quite sure—

“I had a feeling it was you, but I wasn’t fully sure.”

You snap out of your trance, following the source of the unidentified voice. Yuta’s looking down at you with a soft gaze. He shifts his gaze towards the cherry blossom petals that have landed on the top of your head. He gently removes them from the strands of your hair.

“Thanks,” you mumble, suddenly feeling shy by the nice gesture.

“Do you mind if I join you?” He asks, pointing towards the empty seat next to you on the bench.

You shift down the bench, making more room for him. He takes it as a ‘yes’ and sits next to you, looking up at the cherry blossoms. You awkwardly fiddle with your fingers. “So—”

“Homecoming.” He interrupts you. “Be my date?”

“What?” You blurt out. You look at him as if he has three heads sitting on his neck. He tilts his head, analyzing you carefully. He points at the event flyer you have in your hand. You almost forgot it was in your hands. You’re caught off guard and you cover it up with a fake cough. “I mean—why would you ask me—or—we’re not even close—”

“Because the one I want to go with is going with someone else.” He shrugs his shoulders. He lets his head hang low and you feel bad for him. That is, until he looks back up with a mischievous grin spread across his lips. “And I’m sure the one you want to go with is going with someone else too.”

“I don’t,” you mumble, shaking your head. “I don’t have someone in mind that I want to go to homecoming with. Besides, I always pass up on homecoming.”

“You do have someone in mind.”

You squint your eyes with suspicion. “And how would you know what?”

He smirks. “Because I’m a mind-reader.”

“A mind reader—”

“And a Cupid.” He cuts you off.

It takes you a couple of seconds for you to process his words into your mind. But when they finally make sense to you, all you could do is burst out into laughter. Yuta’s eyebrows furrow in confusion when you bend over to continue your laughing fit.

“You—You’re a—You’re a Cupid?” You laugh. “You’re a funny guy, Yuta. I never thought you’d be the funny type.”

He looks at you innocently. “But… I am a Cupid.”

“And a mind reader?” You question, stifling another laugh.

He scratches the back of his neck. “Well, now that was a joke. I’m not a mind reader but I am a Cupid—”

“Then that means you could read my mind, right?” You ask.

“Well—”

“Two words. I have two words on my mind right now.” You begin. “Can you read my mind? Do you know what they are?”

“I—”

Your laughing fit dies down and you look at him dead straight in the eye. Yuta feels his blood run cold. Were you ever this cold-hearted and intimidating? What seemed like a light-hearted conversation turned into a conversation he wishes would just end already.

You purse your lips into a tight line. “Nice.. try. I’ll see you around?”

Yuta watches you as you begin to walk away from him. When you’re a couple of metres away from him, your pace slows down. Looking down at the flyer for homecoming, you hesitantly look over your shoulder to see Yuta catching cherry blossom petals from the tree. He can’t be, you think to yourself, shrugging off your thoughts. As you continue on your own way, you hear your name being called out.

Turning around, you spot Yuta looking at you with a grin. “Yes, Yuta?”

“The offer still stands if you’re interested!”

“But I’m skipping out on homecoming again this year. Don’t worry about me.”

“Well, if you ever change your mind, you know where to find me.”

“Have you seen the homecoming flyers all over campus lately?”

Jaehyun tilts his head in confusion. “Johnny, this wasn’t a part of the script—”

“Have you?” Johnny gives him a warning look.

Jaehyun lets out a scoff. For the nth time this evening, Johnny decided to disregard the script that they planned out for almost a week. He will seriously kill Johnny during commercial time. But Johnny is completely invested in ticking Jaehyun off.

“Yes I have, Johnny.” Jaehyun says through gritted teeth. “And what about it?”

“Well, for those who don’t know, this year, the university’s event committee decided to spice things up with homecoming.” Johnny pulls out another piece of paper that so happens to be a different script. “I’m just relaying this from the event committee. Homecoming will be completely different this year! Prepare your suits and dresses and pair them with masks because this year’s homecoming will be a masquerade ball.”

Jaehyun almost choked on air. “A masquerade ball?”

Johnny nods his head. “Yes, which will make the night a bit more interesting. Imagine falling in love with someone on the night of homecoming but you’re blacked out drunk that you forget to ask for their name or their—”

“What is this, modern-day Cinderella?” Jaehyun jokes.

Johnny snaps his fingers and points at him. “Bingo! Now, if you’re interested in getting tickets for this year’s homecoming, the event committee will be putting up a ticket booth starting next week up until the week before homecoming. Make sure to get your tickets! Will you be getting tickets, Jaehyun?”

Jaehyun is completely baffled. The event committee must’ve commissioned Johnny to have homecoming promoted on the radio show. “Yes. I’ll be getting tickets. Will you?”

“Of course! Now, speaking of Cinderella, there’s someone out there that reminds me of the lovely princess.” Johnny begins to segway into the next song. “We’ve been playing this artist’s songs on the show for quite some time now, but until this day, we don’t know who this artist truly is. Rumour has it that this artist is a student of this university.”

Jaehyun’s ears perk up. Is Johnny talking about someone who he thinks he’s talking about?

“Planet Girl, if you’re listening to the show right now, feel free to hit us up! We’d love to meet you and find out who you are!” Johnny continues. “Here’s Planet Girl’s new single, My Future.”

As Johnny mutes his microphone, he leans back against his chair. He could feel Jaehyun’s burning gaze drilling two holes through the side of his face. Jaehyun frowns. “How much did they pay you to advertise—”

Jaehyun’s mouth clamps shut when the song begins to play through his headphones. It’s familiar. It’s terrifyingly familiar that his blood runs cold and he starts to get goosebumps. He’s heard of this song before. He didn’t hear this song on the radio. He didn’t hear this song in the local cafe he usually gets his morning coffee from. He didn’t hear this song on shuffle on a random evening. In fact, he’s heard this song—

“You were saying, Jaehyun?” Johnny snaps him out of his distant gaze.

“What—What was I saying?” Jaehyun chokes out.

“You were saying something about—you know what? Nevermind, it’s not really important.” Johnny mumbles, waving it off. He stares at his co-host who looks like he’s gotten his soul sucked out of his body. Jaehyun looks quite odd. “It’s not really important… anymore.”

Jaehyun’s heard this song before.

In fact, he’s heard this song, this melody, in his head.

Jaehyun scoffs in disbelief. “She can’t be.”

Johnny raises an eyebrow. “Who can’t be what?”

Jaehyun shakes his head. “N-Nothing.”

Planet Girl’s voice is the voice singing in Jaehyun’s head.

Planet Girl is his soulmate. What is he supposed to do with this information now?

“They played it! They played it!”

Mark barges into your room with his hair disheveled as if he had just woken up from a nap. He has his headphones on and his glasses seem to have been lazily put on, for they’re sitting lopsidedly on his face. You look at him endearingly, shaking your head and letting out a soft chuckle.

“What did they play?” You ask, pushing yourself away from your desk.

Mark takes off his headphones and yanks out the other end of the wire connected to the AUX jack, turning up the volume of his phone. The song being played on his phone is a soft melody, almost similar to lofi. You lean back in your desk chair, spinning around in slow circles as you listen to the song. Mark waits for some sort of live reaction from you.

“I’m guessing this is—”

“Planet Girl.” Mark cuts you off. He tosses his phone onto your bed, followed by the flinging of his own body onto the mattress. He lies down with his back against the sheets, a smile slowly forming across his lips.

You analyze him. “Do you like the song?”

He nods his head. “I love it.”

You purse your lips into a tight line, slowly turning back around to face your desktop screen. You blow a raspberry, hesitant to ask him a question. “Do you ever wonder who she is?”

“Who? Planet Girl?”

You hum in reply. “Yeah. You seem to like her music a lot. Don’t you ever wonder who she is? What she looks like? If she puts cereal before milk—”

“Every now and then, when I listen to her music, I do wonder who she is and what she looks like. But I also think that if she were to reveal herself, the entire campus would go nuts.” Mark explains. “I think that she should lay low for now. She’s extremely popular to be exposing herself. Unless, that’s her plan.”

“What plan?”

“To reveal herself when she becomes popular. It could give her more leverage. But it seems like she just makes music as a hobby and I’m not sure how her personality is, which means that she probably isn’t interested in ever revealing her identity. I guess it just really depends on her.”

You slowly nod your head. “I see… makes sense.”

Suddenly, your desktop computer crashes and shuts down. You find yourself staring at your reflection through the desktop screen that’s turned off. Your mind seems to wander off to your current situation. Ara… Jaehyun… Yuta… All of your past love assignments weren’t as messy as this one. It may be because you have a good heart and you hate ruining people’s lives. But at the same time, there’s a risk you must take in order to save your own life.

You’re not sure what’s better: ruin a relationship to keep your abilities or keep a relationship and lose your abilities. What are you destined to be? Are you destined to be a Cupid for the rest of your life? What’s the point of existing if you’re only placed on Earth to bring two soulmates together? What’s the point of existing if you can’t even find your own soulmate, your own happiness, your own freedom? Will you be locked down with this curse forever? At this point, do you even know yourself?

Mark turns up the volume of his phone to its maximum and as you analyze your reflection, the lyrics to the song begin to echo in your head.

And I, I'm in love But not with anybody else Just wanna get to know myself

You almost let out a laugh.

What a coincidence.

“Did she really know what I meant when I said, ‘you know where to find me’?”

“Yuta?”

He jerks up, his posture straightening at the sound of your voice. He turns around to see you standing right behind him. You tear your gaze away from him as a cherry blossom petal catches your eye. It falls gracefully, landing on top of his head. The situation feels all too familiar, especially when you pick out the cherry blossoms that landed on his head.

You chuckle. “Sorry, did I scare you? Am I that scary to you?”

He shakes his head. “No. I just—I just didn’t expect you to come.”

“Oh, well, I’m here. Let's just get to the point of why I’m here.”

He grins. “Have you made up your mind?”

You hesitatingly nod your head. “Yes, I have.”

“Hm, I wonder, am I going to be dateless this year at homecoming—”

“I’ll be your date.”

His eyes widen like saucers. “What?”

You smirk. “What? Did you expect me to say no or something?”

He scratches the back of his neck. “Well, I mean, yeah, but—”

“But there’s a catch to this.” You fold your arms. “I’ll only be your date to homecoming if you help me with something. This isn’t just a give and take situation.”

“What do you want me to do?”

Yuta feels his blood run cold.

“You want me to do what now?!”

You give Yuta an innocent look. From an outsider’s perspective, it looks like the two of you are in the midst of making a deal. And you both sure are, but what you’re not sure of is whether Yuta will help you out.

You clasp your hands together. “It’s simple. I’m a Cupid and—”

His loud laughter cuts you off. He’s laughing so hard that he bends over and almost hits his head against the table. You’re afraid that he’s going to knock his cup of coffee over too. You look at him with confusion.

“You—You’re a—You’re a Cupid?” He stifles a laugh. “You’re a funny one, Y/N. I never thought you’d be the funny type.”

“But… I am a Cupid.” Oh, how the tables have turned.

His laughing fit dies down. “And how would I know that you’re not joking around?”

“Because I really am… a Cupid.” You deadpan.

He snorts. “Yeah, and I’m Mickey Mouse in the flesh.”

“What do I have to do to make you believe me?” You sigh, leaning back against the cushion of the booth and looking out the window. There’s a couple that stops and stands outside of the cafe, skimming through the pages of the cafe’s menu. Yuta swears he could see a glint light up in your eyes.

“It’ll take a lot for me to believe you—”

“Ara is your soulmate.”

Yuta’s face pales at the words that slip past your lips. You’re too busy staring at the couple outside of the restaurant. You let out a soft sigh, looking away from them to meet Yuta’s gaze. Yuta gulps nervously. “How would you know that?”

You fold your arms. “Because I’m a Cupid.”

“No, how would you—how would you know such a thing?” He says, completely in disbelief. You squint your eyes at him in suspicion. He seems to grow nervous whenever Ara is brought up as the topic of conversation. Huh… it’s cute.

“Valentine’s Day.” You mumble. “On Valentine’s Day, I bumped into Ara. I’ve never met her until that day. Usually, I’ll forget about people I bump into. It’s just a fleeting moment. But Ara… I’ll always remember her. Why? Because when I looked into her eyes… I saw you.”

Yuta’s eyebrows furrow. “You saw me? Through her eyes?”

You nod, a small smile spreading across your lips. “Correct.”

“I don’t believe you.” He shakes his head. “If you saw me through Ara’s eyes, what was I wearing on Valentine’s Day, then?”

“Your soccer jersey. You were attending soccer practice.”

“Holy shit.”

You chuckle. “Believe me now?”

He raises up his hands in defense. “Say less. What else do you want me to do?”

When Yuta asked you what you wanted him to do in return for being his homecoming date, he did not expect this. He did not expect to use all of his willpower to tear Ara and Jaehyun’s relationship apart. He did not expect to find out that you’re a Cupid, just like him.

You’re a much more different Cupid than he is. He has the ability to matchmake, to tear two people apart when they’re not destined to be together. But when it comes to someone like Jaehyun, who so happens to be dating Ara, he suddenly doesn’t know what to do. But you’re different. Here you are, fulfilling your duties no matter what the circumstance, even if it meant that you had to ruin the relationship of two people you know.

Here you are, spying on him as he hesitatingly takes a seat next to Ara on the bleachers.

“Oh, hey, Yuta.” Ara greets him, grabbing a towel for him. “Here, it looks like you need it.”

“Thanks,” Yuta mumbles. “Hey, are you going to homecoming this year?”

Ara takes a quick swig of her bottled water, nodding her head. “I’m going. Are you?”

“I am. I’m guessing you’re going with Jaehyun?” He asks, internally facepalming himself. What kind of stupid question was that? He glances towards you, and you gesture him to continue. “Well, yeah, duh, of course you’re going with Jaehyun. Have you picked out your dress yet?”

Ara slowly nods her head. “I picked it out last week, actually! I’ll be picking it up this weekend.”

Yuta scratches the back of his head. “Well, my date doesn’t know where to get her dress. Do you have any suggestions?”

“She can pick one out at the shop I went to! Here, I’ll send you a picture of my dress along with the shop’s address so that you can show her.” Ara pulls out her phone and starts scrolling through her photo album, sending him a photo of her dress.

He feels his phone buzz in his pocket. “Thank you so much, Ara. I’ve been stressing out for almost a week because of this—”

“No worries!” Ara giggles, placing her hand on his shoulder. “If you need help, just let me know! You have my number, anyways.”

He smiles, almost a bit too wide that he covers it up with a cough, looking away from her. He settles his gaze towards the clouds in the sky, leaning back against the bleachers. Ara joins him, lying right next to him. Meanwhile, you feel your phone buzz in your pocket. You hide behind the tree, leaning against the trunk. As you read Yuta’s text message, a grin spreads across your lips.

“Bingo.”

“I think I’m going crazy.”

Jaehyun laughs to himself, placing his face in his hands. He lets out a sigh. The same stupid song has been on repeat for hours. It’s odd how the sound of his soulmate’s voice could make him go crazy, how it could make his heart flutter and do cartwheels on end, how it makes him fall into a distant trance. He wishes he knew who it is. He wants to know who it is. But how?

He pulls out his laptop, roaming the internet until he finds himself stumbling upon SoundCloud. A few clicks here and there, and he’s staring at Planet Girl’s profile. Planet Girl is consistent with her privacy. She doesn’t have a profile picture of her face, it’s a picture of a pink jupiter, with its outer rings a glowing gold. Her profile doesn’t even show her real name nor her age.

How is he going to find out his soulmate’s identity if his soulmate is making it ten times more difficult than it should be?

“I’m just… hopeless at this point, I guess.”

His eyebrows raise and he leans closer to the screen when he notices a new track released on her profile. The song was released two days ago. He clicks on play, shoving his earphones into his ears.

Oh, wouldn't it be nice if we could stay friends? But we Shouldn't, you know what I Couldn't, 'nough's enough If I had your heart, it wouldn't be this hard

He sighs. If he had his soulmate’s heart, if only his soulmate even knew that he was searching for her, it wouldn’t be this hard.

What a coincidence.

“I’ll pick you up here, alright?”

Mark looks out through the rolled down windows of his car. He sees you nod your head. “Alright. I won’t be long. I just need to run a few errands, visit my parents just to get some snacks for the apartment.”

“I’ll see you. Call me if you need anything or if you finish early.” Mark insists and you salute to him.

“Yes, sir.”

“Alright, take care.” He rolls up the windows to his car and begins to drive off.

You roll on the balls of your feet, watching his car get smaller and smaller as it travels farther and farther down the road. To make things less suspicious, you begin to walk in the opposite direction of his car, looking over your shoulder every now and then. When you look over your shoulder to see Mark turn a right at an intersection, you stop in your tracks.

You stand there for a couple of more seconds before making a beeline for the apartment building right across the road. You pull out a separate key that’s not grouped with your usual apartment key. Hopping into the elevator, you look into the mirror and comb fingers through your hair. You put on some lip balm before sucking in a deep breath.

As the elevator reaches the seventh floor, the doors open with a soft ‘ding!’. You step out of the elevator, making your way down the hallway. Right when you reach a door and right before you begin to knock, the door opens to reveal—

“Y/N, my favourite person on the planet!”

You chuckle. “In the flesh.”

“Come on in. You know what to do to get comfortable. Grab a cup of water to warm up your vocals. I’ll be by the computer and whenever you’re ready, we can get started.”

You smile. “Thanks, Taeyong.”

He pats your shoulder. “No biggie, Y/N.”

Yuta looks up at a familiar apartment window. The light is turned on. He squints his eyes in suspicion. He sees a shadow hover in front of the curtains of the window and it urges Yuta to hide behind a lamp post. He peeks from behind the lamp post to see Taeyong opening the curtains of his window. Taeyong stretches his arms and lets out a yawn. Yuta’s about to go back to his business when a familiar figure catches his eye. He looks up to see you. You have headphones on and you’re talking to Taeyong. The moment you stand behind the microphone and place music sheets onto a music stand, Yuta feels the gears turn in his head.

“Yuta?”

He tears his gaze away from them to see Ara. “Oh, hey, Ara. We keep bumping into each other, don’t we?”

Ara chuckles. “Yeah, that’s so funny! I just finished up my shift at the cafe and I was just about to go on my way when I thought you looked familiar. Turns out it was you.”

“Ah,” Yuta chuckles sheepishly. “Well, I was just on a convenience store run. I was running out of cup noodles so I decided to stock up on it.”

Her eyebrows raise. “Have you eaten lunch yet?”

Right on cue, Yuta’s stomach grumbles. The two of them share a look before bursting out into laughter.

“Let me treat you out for lunch,” Ara insists.

His eyes slightly widen and he begins to panic. “I—well—I don’t want to be a burden. You might have some plans with Jaehyun and I don’t want to bother—”

“There’s nothing to worry about! Jaehyun’s busy working with Johnny for their show tonight. Let’s have lunch, besides, I haven’t eaten yet and I’m pretty hungry too.”

“S-Sure, I mean, if you’re okay with that.” He feels shy.

She smiles. “Shall we get going?”

Yuta looks into her eyes. Ara blinks a couple of times until Yuta sees someone in her eyes. His breath hitches in his throat. He slowly tears his gaze away from Ara and looks up to see you. You’re singing into the microphone, pressing your headphones against your ears. He looks away from you to look back at Ara. The woman Yuta sees in Ara’s eyes is… you.

“If you walk further down the hallway in the west wing, you’ll see a room on the far end. In that room, you’ll find a grand piano. I suggest checking it out, play something inspired by your emotions. It might help you with your artist’s block.”

You push through the doors, looking left and right as you walk down the empty hallway. After consulting with Taeyong the previous night, you had concluded that you were going through artist’s block. Ever since your last song release, you haven’t been able to write lyrics. Even if you did scribble something down, they would soon be erased or crossed out. It’s quite frustrating not being able to convey your feelings like how you used to. It could be because of your dilemma with Ara and Jaehyun.

You stop in front of a room. The door is closed, but through the small window, you spot the grand piano Taeyong was talking about. As your hand wraps around the doorknob, your movements halt to a stop when your phone buzzes. Pulling out your phone, you see a new text message from Yuta. You let out a tiring sigh, ignoring his text and shoving your phone back into your pocket.

“Will I ever be free?” You ask yourself, opening the door.

You trudge towards the grand piano. You let your fingers trace the keys before taking a seat. To warm up, you start playing some classic pieces, Chopin’s Ballade No. 1, Moonlight Sonata, all the like. Your eyes flutter shut as you let the music take you to different places and imagination. Soon enough, you found yourself playing some of your songs. My Future, Shouldn’t Couldn’t Wouldn’t.

“Yeah, you, you always answer with More questions to questions that scare you We're not always peachy, look, love ain't that easy But one thing I know, I know it for sure, that it—”

“Jaehyun, you’re going in the wrong direction! The prof’s office is this way!”

Your eyes open wide. As you hear Jaehyun’s footsteps get louder and louder, you scramble to find a place to hide. You spot a door on the other side of the room and you’re running towards it. Just in time, you open the door and close it behind you. You let out a soft sigh of relief, slowly sliding down the door. There’s a window on the door, and you take a quick peek. Indeed, Jaehyun runs into the room. He looks breathless. He’s searching through the room. He spots the door that you’re hiding behind. Your eyes begin to widen again when you see him taking steps towards the door. You’re struggling to get up from the floor until—

“Jaehyun, where did you go? Office hours are closing soon. We have to get there or else we’re failing our assignment.”

You let out a yelp. Your eyes clench shut. You feel someone’s hand wrapped around your wrist. You’re breathing quickly out of nervousness. Your heart is racing. Your eyes slowly open and you’re expecting to see Jaehyun, but surprisingly enough, you see—

“When were you planning on telling me that you’re Planet Girl?”

author’s note. thank you so much for reading! sorry for taking so long in posting the second part. but here she is! skjdhfskjhdf

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biaswreckme · 4 years

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no restraints | jjk

answer to this request: Can you do a soft idol jungkook request of his girlfriend tracing his arm tattoos as they catch up after a day apart? The recent run bts episode wrecked me

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader (established relationship)

Member: Jungkook

Genre: fluff

Triggers/Warnings: tattoos, shirtless jungkook cuddles

Length: 972 words

Beta reader: thanks so much to @taegularities @hoebii and @heejinnien for reading and catching things that i missed and making this so much better ♥

It has been a long day, but waiting for the evening to finally arrive has definitely been worth everything. You get home at different hours; you usually get to the apartment early, your work finishing at a regular time, and Jungkook comes whenever they are done with rehearsals, recording, performing, filming, or whatever the band is scheduled to do that day. More often than not, he gets home very late at night, exhausted, on the verge of falling asleep but holding on just enough to have a conversation with you, asking about your day, saying he loves you. You try to put as much effort as he does, getting a bath ready for him, cooking his favorite meals when you have enough time, asking about his work, holding onto him tightly, and caressing him softly until he falls asleep.

Today, Jungkook arrives earlier than usual, but he has the same tired look in his eyes. They were just going over some choreography and planning some new songs, but you can see how much rehearsing and not being able to perform is affecting him. You thank your past self from a couple of hours ago for having the forethought of buying some ice cream on the way home and making enough dinner for two. After an overall quiet meal – the comfortable silence of two people who are in love and do not need to fill every second with meaningless conversation to try to get each other’s attention – and a warm bath for him, you two are now in bed. Jungkook does not bother putting on a shirt, the need for skinship with you talking louder than the slight chill in the air.

The only light in the room is coming from the lamps on the bedside tables, one on each side of the bed – his usually stays off, as he falls asleep before you and sometimes you like to stay up reading, one hand in your book and the other touching his hair. The heater is on and you are under the covers, bare legs entangled, his arms around you, his chest to your back. You feel him press his nose against the sensitive skin of your neck and goosebumps cover your skin as he smells you, humming and nuzzling more into you, his arms hugging you even closer to him.

There is a long stretch of peaceful silence that neither of you is making the effort to break, and you have learned that sometimes having you within his embrace is all he needs to recharge, to unwind any unwanted thoughts that might perturb his mind in these difficult times. So you wait until he is ready to speak, knowing the signs too well, maybe even better than you know yourself.

Your eyes glance to his bare arms and you let your palm ever so softly touch the inked skin, lifting it, so your fingers can start tracing his tattoos. Your touch is almost ticklish, the very tips of your fingers stroking the crisscrossed words etched into his skin, and you hear – and feel – him sigh.

“I saw the new episode today, the one with chef Baek Jong-won,” you start, feeling the moment appropriate for a break in the quietness. “I’m so happy you don’t have to hide them anymore.” Your fingers move to the colored eye, slowly tracing its shape, the colored ink contrasting on his light soft skin.

He nods against your neck, a soft smile gracing his lips as they press on your skin. “I’m glad too. I always felt bad for the editors. It’s so much work to blur them in pictures and every single video that comes out.”

He has expressed this worry to you before, knowing that growing into his own personality and expressing his artistic creativity on his own body could have a cost to other people around him – and himself. You love how much he has grown, how much he has changed, more comfortable with himself and becoming the man he is. Your pride for him is overwhelming sometimes, the emotion taking over your body even now as you turn around in his embrace, looking into his eyes. You shift your body backward just a fraction so you can have his arms between your bodies, one of your hands still on his forearm while you raise the other enough to caress his hair. Your fingers comb his blonde strands, a little softer now that you helped him treat it with some hydrating conditioner a few times since they bleached his hair this light. You love the duality in him, how he can look so tough on stage and so soft and wide-eyed in his vulnerable moments with you.

“I’m so proud of the man you’ve become, Jungkook.” The feeling overtakes you, the need to express it verbally to reassure him growing stronger as you see him look at you with a little uncertainty. “People will see that too, Army will see that too, and they’ll love you for it.” You trace the four-letter word on his fingers and press your lips to his. “Now tell me all about what you guys have been planning. I’m your girlfriend, but I’m still Army and I want my exclusive access information,” you say and laugh against his lips.

The mood in the room is much lighter now, his demeanor more relaxed as he tells you some of the plans for the following months. He cannot tell you everything; this would ruin some of the surprises. But you can feel in the way his body is cuddling yours that he is not as anxious anymore, some of his worries about this new part of him being shown to the world fading away with each soft touch of your fingertips on his black ink.

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 years

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My friend is a big fan of you as well and asked me to request this:

A Janus fic based on the song Monster by Dev https://youtu.be/5iA_oFDNt9E

I think the song could fit him quite well, maybe with the others being like “out of all of us, h i m???”

-🦑

Songfic?? With Janus angst?? My time has come *ascends*

CW: Unsympathetic Light Sides (they're not assholes but they're basically unsupportive, concerned for Reader, and hateful/distrustful of Janus)

...........

Call the doctor, call the doctor Must be something wrong with me He's a monster, why do I want ya Please tell me, please tell me

"What?!! [Y/n] this..this cannot possibly be true!"

"Roman-"

"You could've had any one of the fine gentlemen here...but more importantly me.."

"Roman, just calm-"

"And yet you chose him?! That wretched slimy snake?!" The princely Side pointed rudely at Janus, who was just sitting on the couch beside you. He frowned as he fiddled with the chain of his capelet, finding more interest in that than the uncomfortable conversation currently taking place.

This wasn't even the direction you nor him expected it to take. It was already going south..straight towards hell.

All because Remus couldn't keep his mouth shut and blurted out the revelation that you and Janus were dating.

Ironically, he was the one who confessed to you first--something that you're certain no Side would ever believe.

"There's got to be something wrong with your head." Roman shook his head in dismay, before approaching you. "Come now. We'll find you a true Prince Charming! One that's not a vile fibber like-"

Suddenly you sprang up, moving away from him. "You don't get to choose who I fall in love with. Remus.." You glared at the dark half of creativity. "I'm gonna kick your ass if you don't leave right now."

"Do ya promise~?" He giggled, refusing to acknowledge the seriousness of the situation. "You know I'm into that."

"Let it go, [y/n]." Janus tried to assure you. "They're both bumbling fools."

"A fool?!" Roman gasped. "The only fool here is YOU!! Trying to tempt them with your false promises of love and affection! What do you know about romance?!"

"Apparently more than you." You interrupted, standing by your lover in a defensive manner. "I know this isn't exactly how I planned to tell you but god just calm down for a minute."

You definitely didn't anticipate this kind of freakout from him. You thought he'd be asking about the how's and when's of falling in love, as one would expect from the "romantic expert" of the Sides.

You had a plan to tell all of them individually, but..starting with the guy who was deceived most and openly mocked his name probably wasn't a good idea.

Eventually the two halves of creativity left you both alone. And only then did you sit back down next to the now-dejected Janus, holding his hand. "Sorry you had to hear all that."

"Oh don't worry, it'sss new to me." He muttered, squeezing your hand in turn. "I'm sure Roman will have a tough time realizing he's definitely the most handsome one around here." The smirk he gave made you chuckle.

"Yeah, well..he'll get over it. We got off on the wrong foot with him, but I'm sure the others will be more accepting."

He's a monster He's a monster That boy, he's a motherfucking monster But I love him, yeah I love him Ooh ah, ooh ah ah

"Seriously? That guy?"

"Just hear me out, Virgil-"

"Oh I've heard plenty. I'm just warning you that it's a bad idea." Virgil huffed as he put his phone down. "He's a monster who's gonna use you for some selfish gain. You've seen it. He only cares about himself and hurts people to keep it that way."

"I know you've known him longest but...I'm pretty sure at this point he's moved past all of that." You pointed out. "Honestly, the only one being hurt here is him. First Roman, and now you?"

Despite your arguments, he just didn't seem convinced. "I'm not doing this to give you anxiety...I can only do that to Thomas. And I'm not gonna say "breakup with him right now". I'm just telling you that he's not what he seems."

"I appreciate your worries, but I love him and that's that." You insisted, crossing your arms over your chest as you stood defiant. Obviously it was in his nature to tell you to stay cautious, and he'd probably say the same if you were dating anyone else.

But calling Janus a monster seemed awfully harsh. You haven't even heard him call Remus that, which was odd.

'Seriously why is he being such a prick?'

"..whatever you say." Virgil shrugged before sinking out, leaving you alone by the staircase.

"I wouldn't worry. His opinion of me has never changed."

You realized Janus was eavesdropping and turned to face him, sighing. "Jan, are you doing something that's making them be so... brutally honest? This just seems unusual for them."

"Not that I'm aware of." He had briefly removed his glove, indicating he was tell you the truth.

"Hm..then again, Roman and Virgil are sorta the least-rational ones. One's jealous that he doesn't have a date and the other overthinks a lot."

"Wonderful observations, my dear."

"Patton and Logan are more down-to-earth and clear-headed so they might have more understanding."

"I'm sure they will." Janus' tone didn't match the optimistic words he uttered as he slipped the glove back on. "Oh and..I'll try not eavesdrop anymore."

Little did you know, that would be two lies.

Most people are scared When they look him in the eyes, all they see is fear (but) Let me make this clear I want him near

"How can you look into his eyes and..and.."

"Go on."

"And not be scared?! I know I would be, kiddo."

"...Patton, is that seriously your only argument? That he looks creepy?"

"No, no! I just..." For a moment the fatherly Side paused, before he sighed and patted your shoulder. "Listen, I do think you're being a good influence on that wriggly snake but...I only worry he's being a bad influence on you. Every time he's near you I-"

"It sounds like your only argument is "he's a creepy crawly snake so I shouldn't trust or love him". Is that all?"

"It's...a bit more complicated than-"

"It's a yes or no, Pat."

"...I'm trying to look at the bigger picture and, sure there's some good in him but..I worry he's gonna hurt you in the end, that's all. Like he hurt us several times by impersonating us." He tried to reason, but you just brushed his hand off your shoulder in disbelief.

"Wow, I didn't think you'd be one to judge books by their covers." You frowned slightly. "Well let me make this clear: I want him near me. I feel safe around him. I love him, outward appearances and all. So if you can't accept the way I see him then...we're done here."

With no more defenses, Patton sank out as you left the room. But in the hallway you spotted a familiar capelet vanish around the corner, and you found Janus, who manifested a brown eye contact over his snake eye. His scales almost vanished under his skin, but you called out to him before they could disappear entirely.

"Janus? I thought you weren't going to-"

"I..n-never expected Patton of all people to say that.." He held the side of his face shakily, keeping his head lowered so you didn't see the gradually forming tears. Only now he was starting to feel the impact of everyone's words. "If..it's my looks then...I can surely make adjusssstments.."

"No, sweetheart. You don't have to change your looks or be anyone else for me." You cupped a hand over the one that still covered the scales. "C'mon. You can't seriously believe Patton's dumb reasoning, right?"

"........."

All you got was a silent nod.

Most people can't sleep Feeling he's out, on the streets (but) He is my creep He is my creep

"While I see your relationship to Janus is beneficial-"

"Actually, nevermind. You're just gonna tell me the same shit everyone else did."

"...now [y/n], remember what we've discussed on cognitive distortions-"

"Jumping to conclusions? Overgeneralizing? I know. But I have valid reasons for those. You all think Janus is gonna hurt me because he's some "freaky selfish snake". But he's not, alright? He's been more truthful with me lately and I'm sick of the others not believing anything we say. So please, Logan..can you take my side for once?"

Logan was surprised by your outburst. He didn't even know you've talked to the others about Janus and assumed he'd respond in a similar fashion.

But he adjusted his glasses and looked at his notebook, all traces of emotion vanishing. "Logic can't take sides. If you would just listen..I've observed that your interactions with him have been generally positive, and that's helped Thomas-"

"There you go again..why does everything always gotta lead back to Thomas? Can't you just recognize Janus as his own person without assuming I'm only dating him to help-?"

"Because he can't be distracted from his core function!!"

You jumped a bit as he slammed down the notebook, scowling at you with a slight orange tinge behind his glasses. Though it was quick to disappear as he sighed. "He can never be his own person. You two will never have a truly normal relationship. I only advise that you keep that in the back of your mind."

And just like that, he left.

Every discussion you've had with a "Light" Side only left the bitter taste of frustration in your mouth...

Now what should you-?

You were startled again as you heard a nearby door slam shut, before realizing who overheard this conversation.

"Shit."

Is he human, does it matter I know he's what I'm after I can reel him, from disaster I know

"So..th-that's how they all see me, huh? A monster..n-not even a person."

"Jan.." Joining your boyfriend on the king-sized mattress, decorated in black and gold much like himself, you could finally see those walls he built up now crumbling to pieces.

One way or another, he heard what every Side had to say about him. And it was more than enough for him to realize they not only shun him for simply existing..

But they refuse to accept the idea that he's worthy of love, too. He can take the name-calling and insults in the videos, but this is what truly broke him.

He just scratched at his scales, his human eye already red and raw from crying as he wondered why you went through all of this just for him.

Any sane person would listen to the others and just breakup with him. He wasn't worth the effort.

You clearly deserved better.

You deserved someone who's more handsome, chill, kindhearted, or sensible-

"I know you can't truly be human but..does it matter?"

"...does it?" He sniffled, leaning into your touch more as you ran a hand through his hair. "Because apparently not. I know I'm not a perfect, flawless individual..I-I don't expect any of us to be. But if only I-I never-"

"Jan..you can't focus on what you can't change. I know you feel guilty, and if the others can't see that...it's their own fault. I won't stop fighting for us and for your happiness. I love you, okay?" Turning to him fully, you cupped both sides of his face and looked into his eyes.

"And in case you think I'm lying, I'll say it again: I. Love. You. None of their words will change that."

Hearing you become so determined to love him despite all odds made him sob again, this time from relief, as you put your arms around him.

Nobody's ever taken his side on anything...and certainly never defended him the way you did.

You felt several extra arms manifest to hug you back, and you smiled, closing your eyes.

Maybe in time the others will understand. But while it's true he looked like a monster and had his deceitful ways..

You knew what you were after.

And so did he.

Call the doctor, call the doctor Must be something wrong with me He's a monster, why do I want ya Please tell me, please tell me

#clanask #squid anon #sanders sides x reader #sanders sides imagine #janus sanders x reader #janus sanders #angst #hurt/comfort #songfic

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passable-talent · 4 years

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VADER X GN!READER

cryst am I writing a fic? what is that. who does that anymore akfkvjsb

dedicated to @sunsetkenobi bc she deserves it and I probably wouldn’t be writing this otherwise

okay so if you’ve seen how to train your dragon 2, this is that one scene. ya you know the one. I decided I wanted to break my own heart and here I am to do that so. ergo I do not own the song nor the original concept nor httyd akckcja

also I find writing vader exceedingly difficult thank u send tweet

my apologies for reappearing just to drop a mediocre fic

The stormtroopers took your saber when they captured you.

You had tears in your eyes as they ripped the blade from your grip, but you couldn’t do much about it, with force blockers around your wrists. You just had to watch as they carried away the last remaining piece of your husband.

You hadn’t seen Anakin since he left for Mustafar, intent on ending the Clone Wars. The last time you’d seen Obi-Wan, he told you that Anakin had been killed there, when a sith named Darth Vader struck him down.

Ever since, you’ve been hiding out. Hoping to escape the Jedi hunter who killed your husband. He was ruthless, and powerful, but you did your best to stay among the crowds, unseen, unnoticed.

Unnoticed was a word for it- you weren’t in Jedi robes, and you no longer had your saber. Being dragged through the bowels of an empire ship, stormtroopers flanking you on all sides, you looked like any other prisoner.

You got a cell far, far in the corners of the ship, like they were trying to bury you away. You took the steps down and into the cell and stood amongst it as the troopers left.

Your saber... who knows what they’d do with it. You’d made it with a piece of metal that Anakin had given you, a piece of scrap he’d found on one of his Padawan journeys with Obi-Wan. Nothing else... you had nothing else. You had nothing else of him. And now, your saber was gone, too.

So, your final few hours. You were caught as a Jedi, labeled a traitor to the empire. You were in the ship of Darth Vader, Jedi hunter. You were facing execution now, you knew it. You’d been caught.

So there was no need to hide anymore.

The cell was cold, but it wasn’t too bad. Your fingers would get chilly after a while, but for now, it was a good enough place to meditate. You hadn’t been able to take that risk in so long.

You sat down in the center of the cell, opening yourself to the force for the first time in years.

It was painful, at first. You felt great grief, all around you, surrounding you. It was familiar, too familiar, it brought you right back to the moment that Obi-Wan told you Anakin was dead.

But this was different.

It was a universal grief, one much bigger than one man. It was like a mourning of the force itself, mourning her lost Jedi, mourning each of the thousands of them.

You closed your eyes, feeling like you were leaving the cold cell, becoming bigger than it. You reached out to the ship, to the troopers who wouldn’t know the difference, the millions of miles of wiring working through the cruiser. You felt the metal, the heat, the drone-like worksmanship from the pilots and the sanitation crew.

And then you felt the anger. Rage, the likes of which you hadn’t felt in quite a while. It startled you, tossing you out of your meditation. You opened your eyes and fell backwards, catching yourself with your palms on the floor. And then the door opened.

You jumped to your feet, staring up at the imposing figure in the doorway. A black cape, a saber at his waist, and a menacing helmet.

He took a step into the room, and you took a step back. The door closed behind him.

“(Y/N) (L/N), Jedi scum,” Vader said, his voice deep and scratchy, even through the vocoder of his helmet.

“Lord Vader,” you answered, pressing your back against the wall. There was something to the area around him, the force felt so... unsettled. It was like he both channeled and reflected it, pulling it toward him and pushing it away. Like he was fighting it.

And yet... there was something familiar about him. Your gaze slipped back to his saber, which seemed so oddly familiar. His presence, as well. It made something in your mind ring, as though your own body felt him familiar, too.

How could that be?

“Keep your eyes from my saber,” Vader growled after a few moments of silence, “you won’t be taking it. You cannot escape.”

“I’m not thinking of taking it,” you assured him, hoping not to anger him. “It just... it reminds me of my husband’s saber.”

“Husband?” Vader echoed, his body unmoving. You wished he could at least take off the helmet so you could see his facial expression. “Jedi aren’t meant to marry.”

“I know,” you breathed out, trying to keep eye contact with the disturbingly familiar man, even through his helmet. “But I did.”

There was a moment in which the only thing you could hear was the humming of the ship. And then he turned, his cape spinning behind him, and made his way to the door.

Your husband- you would marry him again, if you could. He was the love of your life, and that was never going to change.

Your wedding, the most beautiful day of your life. Padme’s villa on Naboo, a gorgeous lakeside view, a beautiful ceremony, even if the both of you were still tainted with your padawan hairstyles. But then, later that night, sitting around a fire with a song you would go on to sing together every night you had to yourselves amidst the war. A song you’d develop a dance to, a song you could still hear in his voice, if you listened hard enough.

As Vader approached the door and began punching in a code, you turned your head to the side, closing your eyes.

“I’ll swim and sail on savage seas,” you began, whispering it under your voice, barely even melodic. You hadn’t intended for Vader to even hear you.

“With ne’er a fear of drowning, and gladly ride the waves of life, if you would marry me.” You glanced back up, seeing Vader frozen at the door. When you didn’t continue, he turned his head back toward you with the slowest movement.

“No scorching sun, nor freezing cold, will stop me on my journey...” Your nerves got the best of you and you trailed away, no longer having the bravery to continue, the strength. You couldn’t cry in front of Darth Vader.

“...if you will promise me your heart...” came that rasping voice, and you snapped your head up. A shuddering breath escaped the vocoder of his helmet as he lifted his hands to its sides, lifting it from his head.

He turned his gaze to you, and your heart pounded harder with every feature you recognized. His face was scarred over from burns, his neck crossed on each side of his throat with thin surgery scars. His eyes were yellow and red, but that much was expected from Darth Vader. His hairline was mottled with scars where the scalp hadn’t healed enough to grow hair, and the rest was unkept, but still it was a familiar gold.

“And love me for eternity...”

Your eyes widened and your hands lifted up, reaching forward to his face, tears already welling in your eyes. Anakin, Anakin was alive, he’s right here. Your husband is alive. You cupped his face, rubbing your thumbs over his cheekbones. His voice was different, rougher, deeper, but still you heard him. His eyes closed slowly, his face lowering into your palms.

“My dearest one, my darling dear, your mighty words astound me...” You took a deep breath to steady your voice, overwhelmed with relief, emotion, surprise. “But I've no need for mighty deeds when I feel your arms around me.”

Anakin’s eyes opened, and they were blue, that blue you hadn’t seen in so long, that blue you adored. A low smile pulled at his lips, one you never thought you’d see again, and he took his arms around your waist. There was a laugh to his voice as he sang.

“But I would bring you rings of gold, I'd even sing you poetry-“ You took slow steps, the cell smaller than your usual dance space, but you made do. His hands spread along your lower back, yours on his shoulders.

“And I would keep you from all harm, if you would stay beside me!”

You pulled away, taking his hand, stepping into the familiar pattern. He didn’t step as nimbly as he did when you’d last seen him, but still he tried.

“I have no use for rings of gold,” you sang, falling into the familiar patterns, his smile, the way he looked at you, “I care not for your poetry, I only want your hand to hold-“ Finally his smile brightened to what you remembered, and you took his leather-covered hand between both of yours as you sang your last line, your voice no longer timid, now loud and happy.

“I only want you near me.”

You joined his voice, finally twirling in the circles you never thought you’d have again, holding the man you thought you’d lost.

“To love and kiss, to sweetly hold, for the dancing and the dreaming-“ His leather glove, after all this time, hadn’t changed. Did he wear the same one?

“Through all life's sorrows and delights, I'll keep your laugh inside me.” His voice wasn’t exactly the way it’d been when you’d seen him last, but still, it blended perfectly with yours. Six years... it had been six years.

“I'll swim and sail on savage seas, with ne’er a fear of drowning,” You took a spin, like walking on air. He stepped around you, never letting go of your hand.

“I'd gladly ride the waves of life, if you will marry me!” With the last word, he lifted you up by the waist, pulling you against his body, your knees only just on either side of his hips. Mostly, he held you up on his own, your forehead pressed to his. You’d missed that smile so much.

Your husband is alive. Anakin Skywalker is alive. You couldn’t help your breathy laugh as you settled your weight against his chest, cupping his cheeks.

“Oh, Anakin...” you breathed, closing your eyes, and for one blissful moment, all was perfect.

He dropped you.

You looked up, startled, into yellow eyes. His expression was blank, his glaze flitting over you. He turned with a whip of the cape that forced you to step back, and before you could say a word, he clipped the helmet back over his head.

He only gave you one more look before he disappeared out the door, shutting it behind him.

And now the cell felt so much colder.

-🦌 Roe

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Sweater Weather (Damian Wayne x Reader)

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req from a lovely anon: “Could maybe please write a songfic for Damian and the reader? The song being Sweater Weather? It could be sfw or nsfw, whatever you're comfortable with. However, if you're not comfortable with this request, that's ok! I LOVE your writing and respect you as the author. Anywayssss, have a great day! 💞💞”

hi love!!! thank you for the req! i’m not very practiced at songfics but i tried and i stole all the inspiration for this story from my real life eheheh so here’s some insight to my messy love life lmao. also! for my songfics at least i don’t include lyrics because for me they pull me out of the story but if you know the song you’ll notice a lot of dialogue/descriptions are pulled straight from the song hehe! i hope you enjoy!

“I’ve got the taser, kick them in the balls if they try me, and scream” you repeated in your head as you made your way down the streets of Gotham, was it quite late to be going out for a bite to eat? Yes. But you’d been studying and felt that a midnight snack was well deserved.

Bag of food in hand you were headed back, taking a familiar shortcut you used to get to downtown all the time. Unfortunately, you failed to remember that the alleyway on fifth was never safe after sunset, but your mind auto-piloted you that way and now you were about 85% sure you were about to have to beat some ass to defend your food in a few minutes.

“C’mere princess gimme a smile” a deep voice slurred as you continued past, other deep growls of agreement and hoots echoed around the alley. “C’mon babe I don’t see anyone with ya! pretty gal like you’z should be snatched up” you cringed at his wording hoping there was no double meaning as you hurried past. “Tt, she’s with me” a voice hissed as a cloaked vigilante dropped in front of you. “Hey Rob” you smiled sheepishly, knowing he had probably been watching you for a couple minutes. “Y/n, come, let’s go” Damian’s slightly fake Robin voice always made you roll your eyes but you knew there was no chance in hell he was letting you walk away, so you let him loop his left hand around your waist and pull you out of the alleyway towards your favorite rooftop.

Before your feet touched the rooftop you were getting lectured. “Y/n you know I’m a call away when you want to go out like this! It’s not safe here you know this!” you looked at him with a bored expression. “Dames I’m not a baby plus you trained the crap out of me I could’ve easily protected myself and you know it. So why the heroism tonight?” you asked, cocking your head to the side while Damian did his favorite move besides pulling out a sword: changing the subject. “It’s too cold, look, you’re shivering. Here.” he grumbled, pulling off his cloak and draping it around your neck as you clasped it, grateful for the warmth but angered from the lack of answers.

You didn’t need to bug him, just give him a knowing look and he was soon sitting with you on the rooftop staring out at the skyline. And you just sat like that, in silence, for a little bit. Not that you minded- there wasn’t much for you to say while Damian clearly was deep in his own thoughts.

“I wanted to save you” he broke the silence. You turned to him, “you’ve been saving me since we were kids man it just hasn’t been a recent thing. What aren’t you saying?” you cut off your thought to see if he’d give you more.

“Trust my y/n there’s nothing I wouldn’t want to tell you about” his whispered before standing up with his grappling hook. “You don’t want your food to get cold” he mumbled as you silently agreed, moving to take off the cloak. “It’ll be cold, leave it on” were the last words before he whisked you home, helping you sneak through your window like always. “Bye Dami” you whispered, meeting his domino mask covered eyes that just stared at you for a couple seconds, but with a little nod he was off.

With a stretch you decided to leave the cloak on, it was surprisingly warm and you didn’t want to lose it as it was probably quite expensive. You got out your food, just a couple bites in when you heard a knock on your window. Getting up was Damian, this time without his mask on, sat with unreadable eyes that were searching frantically until they met yours.

Sliding the window open you stepped back to let him in when he pulled you out of the window and onto the roof of your home. With a small yelp you stared at him, waiting for an explanation.

Damian took a deep breath. “I didn’t finish answering your question” he said gruffly as you cocked your head to the side. “Okay?" you replied.

“I wanted to save you,” his eyes cast down and his tone quieted as he said “because I couldn’t imagine my life without you y/n” You felt your chest tighten, all the nights you spent wondering if Damian would ever feel the same way you did, the nights you spent writing Y/n Wayne on papers then erasing it with a giggle, and all the moments where you considered how difficult it would be to go from best friends to something else- all started flooding to the front of your brain. “Play it cool y/n” you chided.

“Aw Dames you know I couldn’t either!” you nodded, giving him a soft smile which got wiped off your face when he shook his head. “No, not like that- god I am so bad at explaining this” he groaned, looking like he was going to give up. But he continued, “what I want is different, different from what we’ve got. I want a future, a person who wants me, a love, I want love.” his voice was strained as he paused to look at you.

“You want those, with me?” you gulped.

He nodded. “Yeah, i-is that bad?” you could tell he was holding his breath.

“Not bad, definitely the opposite. Good, very very good” you mumbled, watching his eyes fall down to your lips.

“So if that’s what I want, what do you want?” he whispered, toying with the material of his cloak that you were still wearing.

“I want you Dami” his eyes snapped to yours, like he was processing everything hitting him all at once.

His hands had made it higher up the cloak now, and you felt him tentatively tug you forward, his eyes meeting yours one last time to confirm that everything he’d been dreaming about for months was really about to happen.

And then he kissed you.

It was soft, and tentative, and careful. But it was also warm and overflowing with love. His hands moved to cup your cheek while you linked your arms around his neck, pulling him into the kiss.

Pulling apart Damian’s lips were upturned into the tiniest smile, but it said more than a million words to you.

“So you gonna ask me out orrrrrr” you teased with a wink while Damian rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry, was the moonlit kiss not good enough for you ms. l/n” he scrunched his nose while you laughed. “No I just wish I could’ve filmed your whole ‘I want love’ speech. It was very un-“i-was-trained-as-a-baby-assassin-with-no-emotions” of you! I’m quite proud wanna give it another go so I can show Bruce?” you laughed as Damian glared at you. “Don’t make me resend my offer, I could change my want’s at anytime you know” he said very matter-of-factly while you couldn’t help but snort.

“Puh-leez you’d give the speech again if it meant you could steal another kiss” you tapped his chest knowingly when his hand shot out to grab yours. He laced his fingers in between yours saying, “from my knowledge you were the one of said you wanted me, and since I’m yours and you’re mine, I pretty much get a kiss whenever I want, it’s hardly stealing” he finished by pulling your lips onto his as he smirked into the kiss. “Hm whatever you say lovebird”

“You cannot call me that”

“I’m pretty sure I get to call you whatever I want lover boy”

“Absolutely not”

“Love bird, lover boy, softie, cutie, baby bird, wow there’s like infinite nicknames here” you gasped with laughter.

“What have I gotten myself into” he chuckled as you grinned, diving in for a quick peck before you decided it was enough loving for one night, the cloak was warm but it was nothing compared to the sweater you’d stolen from Dami a couple weeks past. You’d been outside more tonight than in the last month and desperately needed something to warm you up. It was finally sweater weather after all.

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