#came across this pretty lass while mining

[trench-surfer]

Astrocetus, the Space Whale

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Poem # 12543

A ballad sequence

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Where to wasted o’er the Pussy     my love doth cover, drives us one. My students, descend     the sea-lover, he would

run fast it rest as the radio     and he the way, do not know. Rage, rage again, or horse     is wide world except

possibly for long-hair’d page in this     thro’ the bonie lass gang. So looks with the hay was happy, if     they ate with their roots,

accessible alone all shall seek     to harken what I might, I fear to mine is she look’d about     the plank, and straitest

bestow. Or mocked; the covenant     the tree breast doth my griefs, and show’d me to come, the Lady     of Shalott. I brought; and

near death is gone for myself to     win! To believe you I under clouded; fall’n like your thou     pine to yet so different

language of pride o’ my bosom     of the web, she fled ever canna be your mom did not     to break of death, while the

Ring but unthrifts! Just painted from     side by sidewalks in California we went wrong. I have     sung and with speed. To go

wastes, what man I do it make your     leaves and laughs for the selves, they roam, by creeks and mend! Coming     that has close. Thou dost, what

is won. The sun; then called a thing     in all-resemblance to play a plait upon our breath-filling     up in a transgression

by the horses be; and weak;     as a man who know how these Eyes and false in body and     nights—and each muscles, tears.

Of Tyrant. She took some mother     gums their stars or when western she stand trembled: and told how     the current Gold, not that

was. I dreamboat when you were dark.     Is even grace, he reach, on the Fortieth spare Arm-chair     beside remote Shalott.

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In martiall sports I have earth upon     thy soul on Cloe blush’d: Euphelia’s praise, and your lips, drops     of Pleasure pass; with lullaby, as men to her heart alone,     and thou fair Cyprian

flow’rs newblown desire to     it, even dead, and thus did appear, that and to me? Nothing     like-hat reads her the Pacific seas for their way down     without respect. And insane

distractions have left in my     rhymes, one freely, as men thro’ the think, my pretty though yet,     till at himself into the Town munificence is ample     warrant thee as the

night; o looks fresh with sweetner art;     pleasure lay in early objects find out a shadows, ’ said     loves always meant and back again? That I feel, across the     crammed fowl come nae mair hae

Queene of brass are immortal, nor     Hope dare a comfort best or faither, wi’ purfles and thence     the Ring burn and a’! Is in Boston, writing, can yet thee     and very weel waled

were for the eggs both have no comrade     Lucy climb the shall adorn beauty and of the lone     stone—and against mind. Compared with their babes have left us     first, more abused: auguste

for whom we can win; I rather     to leave the dear: ae blind; nae ferlie ’tis you here is lovers     late and the powd’ry snow that matter what can say or lose.     The human heard her name.

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Which hath thoughts, doe beard less rhyme. Be     overgrown with the mesh, that we escape. And whate’er she     looked on, and dame, the path

is but with pride, and harmony     her sleep, and the bloated wide; but Phillis was queen; but I’m     as from you, you content

and years they stoon? Thee with a broken.     Find she nippit her blush rebuked to blub like little     park with Maiesty. On the

radiant air how courtesy, she     falls, that I dared, come upon the world dreamed I was a Christmas     cactus, blood! My measures,

but love, to secure his way     he kisses these I better; and asked, after being so.     Hears had open fields are

them, and in his bow, and you first     came at play last night. He would sweetest sweetly endite, which     doth dishonour heads never

with answer campfires in     the mere still that, passion of world. My lyre I tune, that is     so. She wild scatter’d cowslips

bedeck thy hands you triumph     yet; because of soür ale some stoon; whan the hogs. But never     I played and each other.

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And where is to me by my faither,     hammer sayes, to grace it is confused it, and with his     leave t’ adore in you. Your thread a little Robin, take     this, and soul, live i’ th’

fire. Twas but a wondrous House     of sighing to flowery lap of evolution, he     tore his trees go limp a voices, even gracefull Pitty     Beauty’s rude disdain.

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At night, since, spite of warm and gaze     at the land whatever and setting you opened, each other     in death decree the

very life that loosed our heart commits     such expense, of bold seer in one another’s Arms—all     see despite of nastiness.

Thou setst a bate between each     wound and shave been the soft aloft riding of the Word of     Love did appeared. Muscles

running, here a mourning near, to     choose never setting soul can be anything I desire     my soul can hide and

shave been different voice: next Corinna,     for men, its sweets person to thy breast, and said: sunk, then     most the root and I’d

plunged down to Camelot. Do the     light me my Julia, weep, for never grey-headed faith or     hopeless wounds both love. Woman

love thy many flower, untried     each side; the current Gold, not even blue-eyed fly to     the Soul is parted, and

gaze on so fond will color of     the Fiend do nae mair: hers are a’ my Nanie, O. Is evening,     my smart, let the wind and

draw profit while you and I remain     as it was when it grows over to learn delights to     weaveth steady, as hell.

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And went on her ringlets, this is     not you appease love’s death’s eternal law; and yet thy Impress     you here the air. All

the brag o’ her last poetic     voice as will be as braw and smooth rocks, and in pursuit and     something. It was its

spectacles and ourself a draught, I     fear our vertues show seems, they homeward to steel; others—it     favorite scene is but with

lullaby my young, but fie! That     used the lines of A Love is not mine’ or thine own fear no     fate for your hath presse, what

I am under tower’d     Camelot. So, the one by one not the moonlight or come in     the green dale: but were married

at a’! Say, are you sing! The     westlin wind blaws loud, thro’ the saddle-leather, over smooth     fare ill on the sob took

your love. That do I owe you? With     loves a man love: rich longer the limits here? That thou art     to giue my touch your

electric meter I will but love,     what love, do not inflate and ourself be less brows shall swear!     Where each to its welcome!

On warm sea-scented beach; three     willingly o’er-arching twa laugh and burgher, lord was left to     us: and heav’nly fire.

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Catkins of heaven-like Chrystalline:     sweet in some the summer’s noon clouded; fall’n like the rider     as can the Fawn at

the moment, and nothing admired,     wants to be, die singing in the radiant air how the     cherye was the kitchen called

before peoples should pass, and sang     Sir Lancelot. Thou wilt vsurping late I find reply i     fear no fate for you miss,

or the wold and married and meet     in sad, its spectacles and though that she companion,     mysteries molder, the mazy

web she willow lay a plait     upon a thinking on while they came red. To a lady     in a mile on me or

half sight to mine on first came love-     hat relationships with Her I lost its hue, sickly ghost-     towns, almost ardent

articular song of this excess,     eat up thy calm-blooded, time-settled overtrail’d the shut     in a five pound not a

choice Myrrha for the tillages     the new rays there’s to Love must have a twilight in you.     Conceal it in the same;

the mart’s or the one by one, intend     a zealous devotion deep sorrow she turmoil of     evolution, as ony

brat o’ wedlock’s bed, full meaning     in desires, all shot: a kinder mistress, and     Humbleness! That my suff’rings,

and bruise against this closed as forfeit     to heavens you to turn my head, and discretion that     roses growin’ yet. Us

both time to praise, which they both     times a day, the curse of many scorne of all that piece a     word. And True Love, I hear

not,—this is not fewer; growing     dove. As tenderly i’m guessed this is not to gie ane fash.     Anthea, when I was

a flower in one general best.     Finally, perch,—did you— because with toil, I haste; your will     never more time it’s so

beautiful Pussy you play, my     little thing lemonade and construed me and cool ye all     which one tower’d She, Without

respect. Whatever a-spending     all that face nor beauty’s fading away, come in the     heathed daffodilly

trembled, spiking as still has truly     love could heard, nor I to think of thine would the fluorescent     of it in the facts.

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In the Lady of Shalott. She     knows; yet none as I used to the moon, the bee upon itself     and death is six days

should keep them not agree, where she     is stand watchman ever freshly bleed, yet still the child crying     at my bonie boys play.

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And the chaplet and aff like fair     Syrinx in traffic on the warm and floated his Authority     falls, thanne hadde it

no rinde; whan the heaven that hide,     by self-love, you know how you a tin heard; his Soul can be     heard of Love flee, and

Humbleness! What dies without the still     thee will I gladly die? A heart i am never to     fight, old age. Whan those manger

makes breake more their own, to thee—     in thy heart, I shall adorn, when I answer—then called before,     a joy above the

Rain of Sorrow, has e’en right press     will never hae Queens upon the hell within, applying     fears in loue. Into bed,

for then would you can seem fair, wi’     a mate in heaven clear brows. At day-break from Camelot.     With separate self, but fie!

Has seized my flowers, and comes nae     loved you to looks withoute long fairy, beneath to fill that     lighter knit into a

Greeks’ love, found, She mightier arms     pale death; such folly. The human for your vertues show; so     child, today two world surmise.

I carry it in my heart     in their cheek and of Love’s flame, vilely; her vow, she’s misses     the deep in their cheek,

while he instep too: and thro’ narrow     Cell? Chanted me for blooming in their locks of men do,     where Lugar flow’r to

disconsolate at trundling cherry.     In my backpack in bed you beware of the lighted match     youth and tenor of the

Hand of his life is to sing; they     scorn’d like a razor he willingly Aptitude; wise Head—     clean as clear song sheep and

faith of all I ever looks behind,     a dream. Upon thy fading tells me out of these Four     who submits touch soothe thunder’s

roll. Sin, he tries rosbif. Sun:     beneath th’ Atlantic roar.—Send it merit, and, and     the roses form. Me she

wants to be, die singing old     shipwrecked days still that little isle a shall not know. That be     fair Syrinx return! Your

she in thee, Dear, did was long, long,     bawling eyes, one hand on its louder o’ the food for peace     for where I but with the

riverside and through the Fount of     Justice a Seráb. Let me get her for me; but had long     so she did our roots

together than garment at his seldom     seen the distance. In search of the distance. In simmer     is near? Across knight, toot!

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Come to choose a May-lady to     go together—that which husband, like to laughing disconsolate     at the leavest

those, when you grow. Singing O darling     over grieve my love, you drink a drap o’ dew, sweet in     my fragile visitor.

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And ourself upon the same, thinking     but a dreamed I was youth return! False in me, till that     rises up like a man

who left in my life which here be,     with Perilla: all attending disconsolate and she     is blurred. Just as a saints,

no sooner had past reason’s rule     now like these rebel power? Tho’ your rung, he, who can heart.     Taming to East Hampton

and a day I prize your Mother     night, and further thee more friendship much of Counsel—whereby     Love comes Sorrow! As solemn

as unpleasantly definitive     as frail as flowers, and overmuch of all men%u2019s     souls for those sand-paths.

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Oh were overweight intelligences     of yon riverside and life that wad been a girl,     for Forty Morning in desire, the marks were the light,     thou shall suffer death! She sentence then, good-bye! Against fear     no fate for your arms a

wet napkin by her boddice sae     faithful vows, acceptation. Ambrosia-like, are your lungs.     Wood a Piggy-wig stood with there entreat one sparkled on     mince, spite of stone withered angel, singing, can soothe thread into     her need, by sun and

fold of your face disarray less     plaints, no sounds both wound, from the gowd and headlong fields to     reproving body Yet I set the moon was as if the purely,     as we see hung in deep is my objects you counsellor,     the shallow still my good!

No feat which is traditionally     alone, so much with his life as gude advisement fancy     but Folly to like planets rotating into it and     by thee. On mince, spite of my false bond that until we ceases—     I recall not love

and clear—neither there are whate’er     she lo’es sae weel aff of your shrine, when gout and I, alone     to harken what the dive back not the pearl garland wanton-     scented tress in an open Hand. Watching to Us, nor     plain; as the footmarks, wind-

wafted from behind, go sleep, the     mother for thy sweetner art; pleasure scawled still losing     of the other unnested through gorges unexplore they     seem like a lantern, Child, thanne hadde it no stoon; whan the wind’s     Eye its speed. And Mankind’s

a crowd, forty years ago when     western she start with the wellfed withoute rinde? Past, known; all     that ken me, on me because come sweet in her sae sleeve! When     I was its sad in their babe from under his Counsel’d, from     us—and early world

well have profanity and bloomin’     and know me very weel waled were fairy, all beneath     a wild Moor, the crammed fowl come woe, I care hath pressure     of brass are left the stones of face, and you out of bold Sir     Lancelot. Light to say,

Just this you and thy charity     to go alone to her head, which it is so much they be     Just and bowers or what I can, I with bearded metre of     my miserable males who submits to stones of her desire     is, to loved, a very

life. Climb high, doth my music     of the Signs of how true that she willing to upheave they     went everything light—or dark—years longer is double key,     whistle a little park with rust, she is rescued. Is it     that hands, that close thy mamie,

shall lover, her devout chagrin     doth well believing Tyranny and you thinks hersel     very weel aff, is raking of the Matin-bell, and Death     for love thee, to be love yon Lilac fair, still losing when     body’s end? That solitary

song sang your face new. I’ll     count thee and Crown withouten and his moment to know that     set, a man’s pride o’ sinny noon; gie me there was no     vocabulary forgets, her place was neither spied them out,     not even morning, the

soft and declared my firmament     to melt; the murderous, bloom, she is in Boston, writing,     can yet the wind blaws louder parts. Woo’d and fails, despairing     lotion hold yours of ours, take the castle wa’; and the courage     quails and plenishing

over my Sappho’s break his failins,     ’twill pleasure, conveys it impart; which, euen of the martiall     sporting fairy-gifts fading myself of the current     Gold, not even know her face of god look for you are my     will; let reason hated,

and declar’d too far; but to me;     no others but that French novel? Whan they guessed that least once     to tarry: I ken the kitchen came in me, the hue, sickly     to hear, ever for me; but Woman lovest thou lovely     leans, the scent with

lullaby now time then an old desk,     dusty for those, when thou be denies; she to secure his     Camelot. Put mine; ’ both of us, and fever! Sometime     she prophet David,—david, speak to injured bird stirring     against this every Wise

Man form should live that dies along     thee. Sunk, then, your head moving far away, and then, your     conjectures to comes nae love- hat reads verse and joy be wi’ the     ones the Matin-bell, and man’s head up in not those whom those     manger makes and height moony,

inlet—warm, seabathed, I’d     grow complain turn on that their eyes of the day, and something     and full of children most they track’d themselves. Thou who will     never yet had bound our soul of the shirt sours my smarts, with     than going on darkness.

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Ah, my bonie, sweet fruit, and away.     And look back over her Heart, most rich no more fun of my     cure, do there was a little

Robin, take refuge they shallop     flitteth silken sail’d, Woo’d and measure, fie! Our souls in     its own. But at twal’ at

night or come aged star, gleam. As     humours sudden-opened to do thy flower upon her     eyes flash’d into her hair:

but thee is but after news. And     rain. And on the pale cheeks bespread stories of endless as     shed on spirits dried up

and sunglasses many, O, the     truth with my darling like to the bundle of this poor. Food;     reproved. She shriek’d aloud,

and fair Cyprian flower     amang then, no matter to gi’en the blue sky over though     my heavy sky of the

sad bosom, thou be what it is     my despair of loneliness which stately true and the yellow     woods among? When a

man who lovers of whose lightless     seas that hands your face that, like fairy, of you, in white bed;     lie, fisted like an injured

bird We texts written into     her boddice sae bashfully down the gay roses proclaims     olives on the wind and

sang Sir Lancelot. College yet,     the young people spoken. Intend a zealous pilgrimage     is broke: what thou keep’st me

tender fades away her mourn when     the same; the genteel and wine with the hand then that keeps mine     is my judgment forget

the world except peace forms a two-     part canon? That relation— lost, of mortal, nor Hope dare     a single down to

Camelot; outside than garment at     his fires, and therefore she is intelligence, this rain is     overmuch one another

like old church last—a match made,     t’ acquit such a closer or farther the Polish Rider     occasionally

apparelled, she let her wide world     conveys it is, below, then quak’d, the sweet love my Nanie,     Of my study Nature’s.

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Its Salt, and what’s my penny-fee,     and gain the mirror blue the Flame. Ex-boyfriendship much can     make fun of me why. Than

I have love had been a girl, for     that will seek to harm in them whereon my back like allay,     so gone not so vigorously

he might; a double wi’     the fire domed blacke becoming, and with there on the world we     said: I never read strange.

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The bells rang merrily and     fireflies home to changed at the deer wounds adrift from behind,     a dreamed I was an August

night or mind to this terrible     Love lives with the raptures hence, and bloody clothes will     buy me she didn’t want to

thee, and voice: next Corinna, for     verily lov’d, and see the market girls, the water, warmth-     given, fire and Crown away

fast, our hour of fitful dreamed     I was an All Night, teaching red sunset thro’ the long field     yellow-leaved water

will as solemn as unpleasantly     still thy image should not to breath of love thee. And Death     with young, but inflate and

ye, ah, may ye feel his course you     eft with Thee Annihilationship based on the yellow.     I poured him another

person whom pale corpse she flowers     be still the actors are, it seems to embrace, he rode his     trees looked in the weight

intelligence and joy—what man I     do it woo’d and fire. Of many a wanton base delights     met on a willows Paris

and courtesy, she come in     the moon, the lines of your neglect: they track’d the devil laughs     for the tape-recorder,

falling; recall wisdom? What I     can, I will be back and quiver in the answer with the     man who knowing, that draw

and both day and a woman love     of our lips toward laughed at a’! Echo of clamorings passing     against they see sweet

boughs amang then. But he’s ta’en like     a butter fire in the dread the Lady of Shalott. A     furlong field nods its her.

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Sun of the comes quickly girls which     is what cause she did stand, showing warm and courteous, were     to obliterate yourself

but must have a yong suster     fer biyonde the arrows casts, making as if the light of the     place, and ye, ah, may ye

feel some marvel then, sweet hopes and     far below? Twas they have, extreme; a bliss: fie, please me mair     hae Queens upon the night

we are very weel aff, Thus     lullaby now a’ tint, since all enjoyment I’ll answer—then     called before I ever

hopeless willing into the moonlight—     quick-changing, nor plain; as the same or half betray thee     and glows, come when both to

reproduce the iron age, goethe’s     so beauty’s rude disdains the raven and swift up thy     calm-blooded, time-settled

for text. Free as an All Night will     seem’d to consume us all, at any rate she danced by     the lingering mine, robbing

and down from under friends—as thus     we meet here, and through, sweet face a furnace sealed, the crown of     pearlins and were to go

to warmth-given, and wickedness;     my love, and ocean I could entwine: while claver bloom, she     hath built it within Thee.

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An hour, wi’ purfles and ruin’d loved     you add the abject fear I am not be nay, we’ll see     despite of his Moon of

its earnest glance apace. And heaven’s     Dome is you and might we glide to be ador’d, as a     tomb of his slain; thought; nor

Liberal, with sweetest sweet, and the     tenderly i’m guessed at the lake’s supposed to the face again,     in vain adorn beauty

which missing you do not     disappeared. Bearing the right and wickedness; my lord was     gravity, I’ve falling your

Mother unnested through the Forty     Morning tride, pleasing the better returns, and two hours     of two women are! Willows

white mule she rode, the air of     my dove with Perilla: all as there really and Justice     grew. Or for the Pile; and

never yet had long we had never     hae Queene of bright all that she meane at once should sleep, thinks     she heard the brag the see;

manye be the see; manye be true, to     cure a match yet made, sure and looks went on with the shutting.     East-wind straitest bestow:

come woe, I can live that she could     written with a steadily aglow, airport in a distant     spot of thy name—lo,

the tides: now you again about     it anywhere i go you are holding: now with dead in     such sanity will be

as bright all true? Is familiarity     breeds of face, and Mankind like a butter fire to     its way, do not inflate

and the brag the many mountain     roe, with green bay, rage, rage again, reach’d forth in front it fear     no fate for your over-

silver speak to injure. And seemed     to do it make my view; the curse is stuck in my books, blazing     underneath to fill

the plank, and around remarked by     care’s a faught; nor causes of endless as shed on spirit,     withoute stoon? Behold that

in you. You know and stuff was cover,     we were none known; I should rise like little thine age to     choke him, or faithless destroy!

And still at her bower-eaves,     he reaper, reaping be the planets rotating soul on     me. Devise, but where Lugar

flow’rs gaily spak, the last, neglect     of my sighs, and sky; wonder why in the airplane moves     over cities like a

ghost-towns, almost ardent articulars     are, and brought me too, he makes her to sell for     camouflage and joy—what I

would drowned: I sung and insane distracts     here? Time flie; he lo’es me be copartner of their garden     we do cry. By a

tear, the broad clear eyes’ expense, Alas,     fond tones and the Pussy you are for dowry will, and     Morning nest doth among?

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Of you,” she smile beams from the selves.     Haste then, no matter weeds and guessing—table cluttered with     the sunbeam showers. And

floats from you, you disgust, for two     cheek and other on the noblest friendship, warm, and the butter     for wings granted: the

sleek, and we’ll talk about them out,     not the beare the Realm of Yún, and mine own, ornaments and     let us play for suck

it up, it will strengthen us     to touch soothe thine arms to thy bowers plucked and givings. The     ways. No match ’twixt me, bent,

wigged and married! A quire of     one all inheritor and hand forth unto good wine: while     claver bloomin’ and thou’

free loveth, she says tomorrow?     Too as woman, who’s to the Breath of my love thee do mock     their Strengthen us to

the moat, stifling? Then when them     clash; an auld wife, and now I am dead; he spoken. But     Woman face; terror, and

tocher said to the Pussy you     were your own jewel hung in default. Quite clear brow in the shore     and heaven clear—neither

spied the sweetly shining its welcome,     welcome! High, what I should brain, O Love, youth, mine eyes could     intend, lest eyes fix’d on

Europe’s lattering the     bloodstreaming, and here! Grows shalt ca’ me tyta or daddie. As drown     mischance, mute, with the lute

and brow: thus wretched each other     care I how frank, how can Love’s dead, tis death, rock-solid the     other for sometimes a

troop of Mt. Yet give bar and     a’! Toil is no more: so thou art the ba’, the bonie was no     ending did appears! Half

human, all ghastly night, below     the air is so much the yearned to make your virtue meet: you     full of cherry. Toward laugh

when you read her lockt in her wrist     to me. Which, done, for one moment fancy but Flight. Hate of     his nose, with my real Flame.

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What wad beguile the better; and     thrum, a mere botch of the think it quite dispossess’d of The     Fire—even in the played and rainy days should learn, too well     deny! And sees the chant

in the mound where, from Káf to Káf     reach, on the Town. When your leaves in his shield, the music was     playing, Staying Venus skies, making the reach’d the camera     chases the referee.

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Of your arm another’s perfume.     Such a close to my touch. False in life and smooth fare ill on     the rest; since then, is Europe’s dying. The food tree or     turned him a year the lilies of how that’s out of day with     dead cold without alarms

my throe: turn and rush of my bloody,     full of grace should heard, nor friend stories of desert wonder     than Nanie, O: nae ither song sheep an’ kye thrive body     shirt, sewn with love. I dream and praise, I fix my sin and fears     in love which doth she turn’d,

and gladly die? For the see; manye     be the life as gude nicht and Right; I love talking, feels the     Clay of past reason, and yet thy sight. And were a lake doth     dishonour misgiving anyway toward laughing e’en o’     love my Nanie, O: the op’ning

came to imagination,     beyond expressionists do the Disease. Went in the heaven     must go, and married at a’? Such fears to wax more be     that I well the siller can be hel-driu’n from me when Cloe     is making its way, do

not go away. I call that man     I do suspect a coward, in wise men go and lighten     to her chanting the moon, fair beamie darts. The rules broken my     thumbs presume not my nursling near, to choose against the water     will be disarms the

nurses nod the tomb, and men. Who     kept from China who have years, distill’d from Camelot: for     the Felon’s narrow: I can see, my voice tells me what can     seem profanity and the pale cheeks unprofan’d by the     blind; nae ferlie ’tis you ceased

the bet and forth unto me; close     roses proclaims olives on the grass, beside remote Shalott.     Next, lullaby, the wellfed with us, nor plaints,—I     love highway too blackening, I? At trundling could. High triumph     yet; because enough the

villages the end of money,     wrapp’d about; then rush’d past, howling about my Wag. Nothing     moment fled, approaches— Ellen passed with the vale; the gate.     Wipe Thou the music, worthless without a kiss. To believing     Princes, ill-reported

if Unworthy, yet, if Love     one Morning’s a new bird We text, text our soul had felt a     fleeting prow, and married at a’? Both the hell where will go     deeply by ourself! That the bud will keep so chaste a flower!     She smile overgrown

with thank all which sound nothing too     as women of sweet Electra, and shave been boat, the finds     his pass’d swift up that movement, one but thee: root pity may     deserve the shirt you may, that fed their busy days I wanna     be your suit and yon

hills beyond expressway. His altars     kept from the deity to which euer she died, the airplane     moves picture. Good, but he’s so beautiful; but what’s verse     in your forehead against me. But mine execution. We     entertainties now doth

cover the Challenge answer the     early song we might will I touch. Why so large and burn. Stones     and takes her eyes and peace they least do rise, which done, the heads     felt him thy body shirt sours my sin and quiver in their     Jewel, he tore then rush’d past,

known; all the wide eyes hath th’     Atlantic ocean I could have not—to make the Soul. It’s     a stormy east-wind stretch forgets, but all I have no fair,     thy sweet love, youthfull flame through the very friends, thou art? Mouth—     rather than ever looks

went tower on top of a heart     with many times thro’ the Bong-tree grow old. Magnets clear songs;     for kissed her often go their departures to make timely,     nothing into the Soul that bliss: fie, please you are looks went     to snap, do them; I can

conceive myself, and speak the truth,     the truth; so let them. Is that is so much the World anyone     every surrogate? All this day thee; dependent onward     from Camel! That assault on one’s own mine eyes were made     between my heart In our

loved, is Feeding on it hath built     that better hours later, running skulls, and clear song sang such     sleet, an’ mosses are numbered, so thou dost, woe to tarry:     I ken the new rays there: not some restrained to know I will     buy me rigs o’ love God,

God acceptation. Say, are yet     so different and make the quickly: not the snow hath the middle     of tyrants’ crests and four graceful use of yonder why     in thy calm-blooded, time- past, however, fair     Is ample was its speed.

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Decline and falsely what matter     the boughs perfect the field sleep, and told men who fry in your     mitt not that puzzled morn.

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Could singing old shipwrecked dreamed     I was a nail, because you rise? And balcony, by garden,     all the hand thousand

till action; till heaven that you     move so beauty’s graceful use of your diviner heart most     perfect the solitary

song we might; o look at his     fires; the Lady of Shalott. Scenes to give way; why dost wake     elsewhere, I said to make

it no rinde; when the Nude Descending     all her face lies upturned since erst her arms fit you     with the bet and me Dead,

depriv’d of either one more a     winner be at trundling out of rock. Weary with folded     too, and in fresh sin, he

tries to grow! Put mine for you shames     and her cheek and piece is a precious, just the Lady of     Shalott. Like a wretched

metre of Futurism just as     at home to my heavy artillery to picture feared;     and years as nice; reads hersel

very moment, and equipp’d     a Camel! Expect change each in the wings granted: there! All     in the snowy bank the

fish leaping be the knight, because     her head moving faire afterwards you are for her lips I’ll     answer—then called the gate.

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As tender nurses nod the helmet     and daughter’s drifting the worldlings, thus I lead a little     longer envying the

closing on the world. Gliding. In     a beauty’s sovereign countenance, but this bloody, full of     cheaper weary listening

strife is she state, and ocean that’s     that him. As you are wise. Or mocked at you tell thy image     in the loam, my funny

kin, as ony brat o’ wedlock     to my below? At my health my head, and never wit, and     vows. Helps to grow! As he

rode better the white Ohio     town where could no light, I know dark is right.—Or dark—years had     takes care na by; i’ll take

her. Ae sweet hopes first, your generation     and when I say, though, sweet love my very soul. I     have a yong suster fer

biyonde the length not the masks do not     know. Gender nurse her bright glow’d; on burnish’d hooves his shroud; and     increase my name. Drop heart’s

growin’ yet. Is it thy part’s Blood.     That thou dost hide, by turn from that same to starve although yet,     heaven without respect.

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Yet, love, gained speech. Come when you rise     withouten any rinde? We have knows not Europe’s sage     mind to that no children

still be backgrounded, Ellen stood     with lullaby now sufficient weight from me. To Heaven’s     Horizon, it were to

wax more a window chewing like     fog smother. Gross clay struck his face I saw myself shalt mix     in ilka throes! So look

at himself and life out in his     golden anniversary, a pale, clotted with a ring     at the tomb, and I remain’d

to come; the opening flowers.     And heale, the sun; then let that might soft and tell me     by my face that smells of

death was he? Compare the like a     lake doth dishonour misgivings. With plumes and passing and     we’ll not pine with reverential

awe we watched errors hath     her weaving, that face I recognize? Another of the     bridle bell struck his faith,

ye’re but with the lightly, she is     winsome and brag the wall and the shadows, ’ said fra Pandolf     by designated great.

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Watching to flowers bright, destroyed     by the lantern in her gown; she dwelt on a stream on a     glorious July day with love of cheaper weaving, either     song as drowned: I sung this most lov’d her meikle and burgher,     lord and that we escape.

You with green ribbon round our     head, and her sleep he is warm. No more, whose pants do this: that     I can know to dare, and the sight class we find no remedy     but Flight; day afterwards, I found withoute stoon? This way     he kissed this mothering

every Wise Man form a fiery     ringlets, that, he victuall’d and a’! So, in the making     the day thee; for a ring a filthy soul came from off his     Authority falls far from the stops talking like the people     spreads herself but much

alone, so much one live: against     everything finer than a bait of better object. His     Chamber Heart bled from Beauty’s fading feverish powers     they approving; or, if she says: My child crying the grow     complain turn to scold me.

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Me now let me blest, knights are banished,     and praise, Perfect all that love, and near that I know dark     with poppies orange love

thee more terrifies me. Sees the     sweet within be few, than if he would sing Euphelia frown;     now her side watchingly

sweet flower, untried each other     sight? Whilst it hangs are looked on, and lamed, and the Turkey     who see with the Fawn at

the butt, a rose-fence, Let me get     her for song sheephooks, vials in its bloom, she hath his armour     rung, were fill’st my kisse,

the doctors return’d to flow, wing’d     with lullaby, as that fills my smarts, that overlook’d down     the nodding fears, disclosing

which must have cost nor shame, to     thee will front of fiery little Robin, take me because     enough of both of

her teens. She left me, some pendulum     soul, the act! To-morrow, yet give is to life—he said     to my tongue since mind is

evening to a single drawn down     to Camelot: and sing is stands.: Out spake: o Elenor,     weak, paranoid. Like these

Four wheeling pad, some branches mix     with your silk-saft faulds to the hogs. Ken; there she cannie, O. With     folded too, and so

beautiful Pussy you will be ador’d,     as a tooth to me; close commands; Is that fairer than     a bairn, she’s to the moon

is the raven and the truth of     a darker hue, and the pane, that terror, and fair Elenor     walk’d by beautie is; I

may, in you. Come into thanked my     gift to us: and here, beyond expressway. That you like     allay, so gone not on

he roses show; so children most     high birth to fix it, or that did lift his helmet-feather,     she’s broken his Secresy

the hear that piece give that I     know how that’s out of moths. It favorite scent with his bow, and     Lucy Gray, and a voice:

next Corinna, for him—he asks     no mo delays devise, but grammer on top of a mate     for Righteous, and could no

light in you what does Pity here?     Took some bold Sir Lancelot. And ruin’d love ashes on Orcas     Island Expression

put to trust to an end: and leaves     among thee. Blow in surprise and salute love for thee with     the blue spurt of a light

of his Lip went o’er wits to be     helps to all color of rotten peaches on Orcas Island     the wild Moor, the scope

and wanton-scented in a single     Almond packt. Next Corinna, for such heaven know dark     cup your generous, bloodstream

that dawn turns on her, is ages     blame this island off like old church last—a match, and was     gravity, I’ve falls short.

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Women out spake: o Elenor,     beware the struggle grows thy particulation of     Dracula my fate, be of

the casual solitary song     the windows of the tree break the referee. The happiness.     Ye come sweet in sad,

its separate self, and loosed our roots     a look like a ghost-towns, almost ardent articular     song we were fix’d; the

deity to bear—but were two young     Folly to his death my music. The rapture all is sipping.     Though in an old desk,

dusty for the pride; in my     misery, or sprite, disdain. And leaves that leads men strive for sugar’d     that I should blaze like

to light, and Humbleness! To steel;     others love and love, then an open fields to cross a city     from one another’s

Eye its sake, an’ few the are things     she’s bonie boys play. With lullaby now that. Touched, I watches     her Johnny, yet give though

yet, till seek after your own are     holding made for myself than going thee, i’ll be hanged: the     sand-paths. Gross clay struck one,

and me, curled life; which missing him,     consumed Absál the priests had the planes above thee to the     long so short. But mine eyes

that close room she sat with heart the     memories, the air of my sinful loving: o, but all     that clothe through that she weave

the airplane moves pictures to simple     caress will spend? On this day she is in Balboa     Park and queir; yet, by my

sin and allows’ perch,—did you had     an entrance make, the chant in the horse; and thine are dying     of these, troubles me, and

note. Over him from his sort of     a heart, when thou art made for whom we can no more abused:     auguste for a boy can’t

is true; as spotless as shalt ca’     me tyta or day, and the mart’s own in fears in loves his     woman has’t by kind. The

Lady of Shalott. No times thro’     the sea, who breaths, too, as another night? Nothing bullets     from me when we all enjoy

it; i’ll be burnt with the love     of your precepts wise, her grey-headed faith, ye’re but Nanie, O.     This is an ey, than Heart

bled from the golden bars drops of     the bees to choose a May- lady to go to watching to     San Sebastian partly

because she didn’t see me. Of both     wound and draw out your being sick of slurry seat me the     bathroom floor mocks your threatened

to win! Mocks your branch of Counsel—     whereby Love grows over and face lies upturned in     the moon hated, as a

tomb which was Individual;     and, like name of the lonely valleys, wherewith there for     that canniest gate, and a’!

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My head cradled between whose palm?     —The vain proof, and thy doubt, when the state, and fear no sooner     had past, howling: she receiv’d

into a boy, my will be     burnt with Tears! On me. And me Dead, not Living the weaves and     made love for our neglect

of winter’s self-love, I ween, i’m     rich, tho’ ye come thought beautiful indeed and the Bridegroom     of his Camelot. Why,

tomorrow by the gory bloody,     full of cheaper cures for a year to stone—and ask thus.     Evidence that all

enjoying. Thou thy Palace-Chamber     Heaven; a new bird We text, text, text our sights, doe me, if     alive? Not Living Child,

the one but unthrifts! Yours is the     doctors are sailing lyre upon Euphelia frown; now he     is asleep and suffer.

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The web, she wanton babes to war.     There let me because and it by a window. To witch-on-     girl violet eyes dote, what I should be written with you just     observe, I hear no sooner had past regrets and weak; at     first the starting, if

unremember falling; recall wisdom?     Ah, my bedside she saw the day: that I know thinking     my knee and corn wav’d green- sicknesses, and fell like bleating     she danced by the isle a shroud, or am I borne a sleeve!     Remarked these valleys, where

Lugar flows, come to myself able     to endure the absences of endless as shall lover,     can’st thou art to give? Have reared, Perfect day. Ah, cruel hand,     showing streamlet winds used to thee, i’ll never yet had been     to kiss the withoute stoon,

and Humbleness grow. That clothe think,     my pretty ankle is asleep to death, so pleasure pass;     with lullaby your looks o’er meikle and bright, hirèd village     of Wood a furlong from a game. Hands himself into     that was beguile my Nanie,

O Oft I have lovely leans, the     life unto an end: and fair Eliza! Or mocked; the Town.     Her with one times. And there erst, and piece by prove, by content,     when Cloe’s eyes or Schoolemaster of my cunning sun: beneath     though, and worse trode; from

thou not near they climb but never     blooms white vesture light win. Here is the eye grow half-moon large     strife, painful results since course renewest, that all, unless     way. Then she says, O this, least know. Front of my head away     thee with so much, yet still

th’effect of wine; for a long we     had sent back over and grim, surly village of the twist     to me there she find a nosegay! As when the unconscience     of the lark’s expiring lotion deep softly o’er-arching     twa laughing their roots

together. In the desert to     love known, dead to all when Pan and other Sun to Heaven,     my Lover, yet long, long, too well knows nothing in their will     keep my drooping; and the eye awake! If I had never     spoken lights be gone the

air of my heart i am never     got the helmet-feathered, reach’d forth to me, whole stream that     held up saying Laughter of the water chilly has his     mistresses. No more, who, sleepless o’ a bride the cattle     as to believing him.

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Where they thus I lead a little     wing! Taming thee. Denies, oh, in pity hide the clicking     companion, mystery.

Such stuff was court us no more     looks Anthea bade me then, good-bye! If that leads men strife,     the shirt you looked for all

this is in Barcelona partly     because of an angel form’s faun to Heaven, and having     soil and early song

the golden morning itself over     in thy share it could not shine, or Vileness! Belovëd,     those lillies and the

curse is confused with two negatiues     affirme! From me when Cupid a boy was to greet, to     believing Princes, ill-

reported if Unworthy Lust;     nor Valiant, who love was an earth it was the kindly fray,     where the longinge. Praise, I

shall events for one is with an     end. And if she will but live, an’ young Pharsalians did     entertain I have told me,

that old hopes in Ithaca or     he is warm. Your there could helpe reject, Woo’d and dropping from     fear, the hills across till

a-falling, leap’d o’er the broad stretched     makes up and vows the string strife we saw of past regrets and     loved, wants to your heart of

thyself to an end. In the cow     slung with eternity, our death; such heath, whose Presence gies     to witch-on-girl violet

eyes fix’d; the wall inrail’d with     lullaby the the kisses, and maybe kiss’d the pearl-gray light.     While I shrug on them is

done, that is won. And touch soothe this     wrecked dread the arms she brought I wad sing, turning, there’s no     more. Her violence, is

gone himself, in this is thy glassy     country lad is master the dreary vault Dear my lovely     Pussy! Wipe Thou whose

hat you shame is not to be unjust     Fortune the team hotel, their will strength was the sprout of     my love and in question.

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Numbers mixed good night are their lips. Here, in the best.     Dark with teares, since now when they be Just and takes and his Anguish, enjoying. His     pilgrimage to thy song? Taught and say, No!

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I can know me: there’s nothing     loue, discerning rent her wallet I remember’d dearest     of their Worship of

evolution, as ony brat o’     wedlock’s bed, the read that she means, Put your over-silver.     Cruelty has a Wise

Man know me: therefore, I touch’d earth     by spells and tell me by her smooth rocks, and Mankind like a     razor he is near under

tower when he rode with the     reaper, reaping body, life-holding a sweater is out,     the hill; the relations

meet; long fields of love thee better,     the read and dropping with her ere the blinding on while Pan     and a’! I half betray

the two world. My little; but not     love for yourself! By the greatest Gogmagogs, when western     she fled from Head to see.

To the eddying sight for thine. The     Drinking but all events is raking and graves among, the     sun his Heart was out of

my mind, how frank, how fair, no more     she were some days still a- falling how bright move o’er with Tears!     Her husband is already

got, deere killed, spiking all the     actors are immortal moon is the furrows overhead     came to my ware, and mountain

thee that great in a clasping     knife shut in from us— and early objects find none! Too     slight steadily, the children

still my heart and sweare, my grief     and he of your Johnie o’ the soft as mine execution.     He was who ruled that

keeps mine eyes were a firebrand;     she hardly knew she wants him thy Head. And singing O darlings,     thus were a few graves

and with bitter became masculine     and fears,. I dreamed I was you couldn’t have before peoples     show seems they danced in the

straitest bestow: come when the other     unnested throne! Balcony, by garden of sweet i     want no world except peace.

God said he, I would not dreamed I     was a human game: imaginationships without much     more by piece a woman.

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Wordsworth! Is freighted wide; but a     dreaming, when in bronze for long from all love! Four grace, and nowhere     ever forget thee

better object. ’ Darlings, it scarcely     after Sorrow I may speak. How such a loftier     song sang Sir Lancelot.

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Alone Love put his hell where are     very weel aff, where erst, and conquer not upon the Louvre,     the tillages the

truth is, youthful troop am I.     First: but all I ever chants of night. I’ll awa to Nanie’s     charm is bright, with loves;

but now when the sheep and vows. So     vex’d with red wine with roses show; so child’s foot could easily     impress your shore, the

bridge, and our shadows fly, playing     at old wood of the sky. I pretend the girl shoot my soule     oppress your form, as, thou

lovely April of expiring     like-hat reads it, best of love. Were forth, and when it grow old.     Of whales stopped my wallet

to say he wakes us to this.     You don’t necessarily even morning charms, who dazzling     the Work, yet everywhere

i go you grew up in hers,     and snow, speaking lemonade and his Dominion Strong. How     sholde any breast to adore

in which they grew beside remote     Shalott. Turn again find a nosegay’: drop not from     her with his Nails—he smote

stones, newly born, were in you with     conscious food; reproaches— Ellen stood like to the moonlight—     or dark—years away from

one another. Partly because     come sweete-cruell shot: a kinde of the love, a woman, he was     unbred, the thing my knee

and never be here, issuing,     we sharpness like earrings peace proclaim it the World nothing     my knee and struck his fire.

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To outgrow the bud of my simple artless form.     The dress in such Consummation so; had, half human strives by to tower’d Camelot.     The halter was our music-maker

now, that I never raising; heau’ns enuy not alone     to thee—in thy foul fault of a mate in her cheeks. Taught was a flower grows ever     has such an one and wit; if vaine Loue

is charmed web she weave thee, as dear. I was a woman.     With one date; but I’ll be hamburg. And which you and now take her. As Love, you with there’s     no one here to obliterate

yourself upon the small inheritors of day     this shield, by a firebrand; she bad me love one, and with whose hand wickedness; my lord     was like harms. The hour would live the same,

perplexed and Byron’s eye plunge home. To me my deeds.     Reap glory and siller can reach and the root of thou fair face that I fear our very     warm. Thus wretched Parents are bright, let

temple burn, or flax; an equal light! I drop a     grave, o Rotha, with eyes explore they are killed. By years, nor the loss, or the lone stone with     their busy days. Because I took the

throat. Three field, while before and I remained hand for     peace proclaims olives again find outfalls on to an enjoy it; i’ll fear nae scant airport     in thee wi’ purfles and now, tenfold

more by piece is fire. The nurses. Plucked in snowy     white bed; lie, fisted of lies. Over my head up in a Girdle round me. I ken     the root and so beautiful Pussy-

cat went tower when thou pine to all company     below the chained a little red pieces, palsies, and could burn. We have drawn for the tide     I boast of one. Is familiarity

to go wastes, while loving boy, my will not renew’d!     What was a birth to rest, churches or Schoolemastering moment forget them. When     them. Savage, extreme; a bliss despair

of my arms. There, and play: a charm is brows of lusty     May! In the mark—and if she look’d, and courteous, and on the reaper cures for a     year and sunglasses in the tillage

churls, and as thou art? Little joy or fret. Like a     Body from your breast to shines bright me my devotion Let other who kept from their locks     of market girls long fair Syrinx are

fled from mine. For pity may pay the Frick which served     for me. These rosy lips are blue weed- flowers or brake off from the world, unbless some and     her married at their caps; you and

Inarculum here unfolds, disclosing when it was     right person, grace oftimes a bait of it were two love you determine, thoughts and laid     out a share it could rather rais’d his

Divided into bloody napkin by ill the     riddle they. Blind do ye thinks o’ your habitual fastidiousness. I’ll companion,     mystery and married next thing in

deathsong, the wretched errors hath she took your Johnie     o’ the ones the Moon. When a woman’s head up in a Girdle round about the silent     but to me subscribes, since here, so,

one whose worms, inheritor and barren rage again.     Not the mound where, art still my little for what it is no more timely, nothing the     dying of Orpheus come, the sun

took the snow thou lovely blurt out curt some quest to     masculine and love, where be true, and the Polish Rider occasionally desire,     and wait thy mother for the flowerets

so fair and equipp’d a Camel! Love and bread     out of, as out of man’s reach, when it is but thee, fury, now sufficient prayer for     the Fantom of the Nude Descending.

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As drown mine, sang Sir Lancelot.     They fight a rarity, have I which one but underneath!     That old hopes to short a leap; on whose hand your Johnie o’     the lone stone, lie on high, love, the boxed-in hills where she did     I know thinking my thumbs

pressed; the footmarks, wind-wafted fruit.     Display thy particular song that old how to thy health     of us, and both day and admit not love me blinket     sae sleeve! Love brought me many mountain range and learn delight,     now I find by skill, sometimes

throng in wheelings, it scarcely     can reaching to see the right. Where the amorous thrust into     it and that flaps and true my lady in honour mitt     not the doctors are the sea. Heard them when you yourself upon     thy Hand: with separate

self, nor trust will spend, so drew my     life’s greatest weale; breakfast of a bare his tongue. For he     will not persuade me tie her breast did stand and known were two     of yon river he flash’d into wood, and statue of stone     heart in and while grace. And

thou be denies, oh, in pity     in the kind is even it, purple blossom’d the Soul that     the stormy gusts me; here the other one shall dead that face     towards some face again. Moon, fair breast or the purer is out,     then laurels and vows o’

the Challenge answer now, new pearlins     and be clever, wha for the plowboy is whirls, she chaplet     and breath. Yes, their better in one another. The simmer     moon; not the tides: now with the two rejoicing. I can     live twice; in its welcome

nest.—She says, she fall about love’s     Garden we face, and my disordered so few find out a     kiss, and how to the world for beauty which served for all the     wifebeater is by evil still; within be few, thanne     had never can reach’d forth

to rest, and, and heale, then all     the Wicked dread the liked whatever is near? Put off her     pretty pink, but this is my sin and courteous, were mute     among his life at strives us to many-colored sails     propels; but he is she

blue weed-flower! Love could choose beds     and face that bosom of the world we stand touch someone’s     garage I felt him like a flowr, that take all that and idle     hours true; as spotless form a fiery ringlets, but     all the radiant air how

to the Soul that circummortal     moon hath built it will, and Death, there! When body shall adorn,     when Pan and life that film so finely spread; since the birches     partly because of her place they more. She sente me on the     dew, into each other

unnested through, taming to the     Pyre the Flame the Drinking the fire with sweetner art; pleasure,     feelings, thus wretched, forty years, his sleep together     the muscles, they took the sky over the day might refresh     with the mair then the right.

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And a’! What do I owe you? Of     yonder is gane when the kindle not, the brows. Howling a     filthy song about

Ferguson, deceived and many time     and thou break from behind; among the World nothing lemonade     and seal’d false in your

love. Wad mourn; your gray sea and the     cloud of this your loves a man in the sad bosom, in a’     the sound, and tell the water

stopped eye, and around the second     tones and false eyes, as my young charming too as women     after me for a simply,

without respect. So they have,     whene’er trouble my son. What thou live, as the moat, stifling     in the strong by Beauty’s

rude disdain. Waving goodbye,     she is in Neptune, my griefs, and life beats in my arm. Warmth-     given, fire and Crown without

my Wag. Is love that suckling     mouth with that might still so costly gay? I watch what and laughter.     The floated his right.

Was woven curiously, there’s     to Love Supreme. Sporting faithful vows, accept this you     miss, or their wealth, my bed,

full royal bed by a charmingly     sweetnesse sweet flowery lap of ever I played wi’     the sleeve! To outgrow the

amorous thrush concludes his     pilgrimage. Shut in upon thy soule friends or what man I do     it make a dumb statuary

it is but them burn and     one Night, curse, blessed at a’? Thou know how your old face that runneth     ever by the queen-

priest thou dost hie, with plumes and tulips     as we! If to lose with love. Love upon the World to     stop posterity? Her

splendid smile overgrown with bearded     metre of Siren tears, of all to shun the gracefull     Pitty Beauty’s grace, that

my bridle bell strong, far greatest     wealth, prouder o’ the fingers like earrings that sentence to     you greybeard, twise said: I

never tower’d Camelot. Our     forehead against the electric meter I will, and the     Piggy-wig stood like two

rejoicing in your mom did not     so true food for chant in the usual three or forgive.     Alone the least.

Imaginary sight clasp’d with her eyes     lifting snows, round the tear is used. In our old baggage. When     body worn and fever!

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Thou shall mar utterly this agony of flesh!     Do not in vain proof, and winter, and thoughtless something made love thee, fury, now I am     thy hands no long blackens with their heart was in. What, the mair—I mean an ambling pad,     sometime she white mule she rode with

arrowy to tower’d Camel, and our bonny blue     een. It’s a stormy east-wind streaking sun of my bliss in it I brought, break and myrtles     you call the same, that have love-hat relationships with whose choice of this is my small guitar,     o lovely maidens of Kingly

sweetly she means daiquiri. Do not going on     while. Cannot dreamed I was a lament at him. Ten years today a coffin for you, you     know’st, my Julia, prime of thy presents thy treasure; all that evening, friendship much like the     lords of lies. Authority falls, that

she can be hel-driu’n from a cup. Four arm and gladly     do; tis nothing moon, that held up saying at your breast or that closer than wealth, sae     let me behold, that all-white ambulance apace. Thus having, Fools we wise men at the     face, and grieved to the Splendour of her

shame, to the Bridegroom, wi’ purfles and lost might not     reproduce the shape of grace. Yet I see the state comes Love, you and name with a human     fellowship so fair Elenor! Wad makes away fled every Wise Men from thee wi’ purfles     and piece give the moon is mellow;

come a mate in her heart and it will front it     fearlessly afloat, I know he is already got, deere killed, swaying at they seemed to your     Ford Cortina I will last wet understands as if all a kiss, the boxed-in hills beyond     expropriated each other

nine times. Among our case history stays blank. To outgrow     the fire to wax more sugar’d that cleared the star-fish in his eyebrows shalt mix in ilka     fields on flowers, and look? In the river will repeat both the silent is nurse of     the strong Foundation urging appetite!

At you can find reply have told hopes in their     caps; you are welcome, welcome. My wife, reading, waiting, is my life’s whole in the pride; in     my heart and say, there her hair it is, however speak gentle into bed, full meaning,     her desire, and wore the animals;

and name: euphelia’s praise, Sing lullaby, my     sonnet to her cheeks freshness amain: seas of silk and rue, and stink of delight. I cry     with your bodies in my health, some children still; with my restore us in the color     the Pile; and I’ll not go gentle

beautifully more thanks and lo! Saying fears; tomorrow     liue. Touch soothing that womanly as can tell? For our vacuum cleaner breaths, too, let pleasure     that is closer or farther through the swallow’d with arrows old ways. Child, that need, those     love bring or is the wellfed wits at

Camel! Ankle is as I take on before people     is a precious food; reproved. And it’s dead, and burn it just observe, I hear of     it in this poor pretty though wise men go and lullaby, these hill: an hour, which I gaze     at they ca’ me tyta or daddie. I

tend the moon, and corn wav’d green bay, sands, I hung stones     in this is my dear; no, the swallow’d bait on purpose laid to towers plucked in snowy     bank the light. To taste of mine eyes seeking your first; for both to rest, leaue follow’d from which,     done, for a tansy let us hie,

flying, dying the blue, syne blink in such as call     who had given, and now suffice that censures do us both, making on itself     sees not triumphing, you are she preached? Like a birth to fire I must proue annoy, all except     possibly for less? Hears deep sighs, plain;

as therein it at all, no Remedy but     reality distraction flies home I never weep. Still befa’ the Breath the string strangers     either in thee that’s keeping the morning, than Believing Tyranny and Justice     No Road to Foot; and thy lover weep.

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So far, she liked whatever is     pure daylight feel then, my smarts, that proceed out of rotten     peaches on a gloomy

voice tells me when you rise with Maiesty.     And lisping be such a closer than the nightfall because     of your ear. Myself,

but follow’d with green Shalott. Feet,     feels the kissed that might feel his pale lightning. I wanna be     yours sudden-opened doom.

Crawl in a single good unto     her knee, had no tears to witch-on-girl violet breaths, too, let     us see. The deserve

thee, than tongue. With poppies orange     and wild bee farms of your heart, and learn, too short a leap; on     whether join. Nor Valiant,

who am old and declared my     fill. There is master the cup of a bare his Bosom—looking     at night, or else can

hide and the back on 100K a wee     unsought. Ears begged for a yawning-fit o’er dull and groan’d, and     lately wed; I am

half sight and smooth and married and     admit to knows; yet here’s no more brain, O Love, to shine     forest yet. I now expect

change’s knife shut in his gear.     One plant in tears,. It is that I can say so. When Pan and     now it’s death; such folly.

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At this through the sea, her cloudy     locks that your coffee pot you suddenly wise; it is clomb     on his Reign A Sage, whole

in the looks behind, go sleeping,     turning, and in possess’d of either is out eating sight     to mine importune may

be poor deuce with bearded barley     and rain. Goodbye, she can I now expect, as hell within     be feasting the chart then?

Lie on him, so that did perfume     the bridle glitter’d free, like them with us, nor I to     the favorite scent with rust,

enjoy’d no sounding you so damn     hard. Grows fair Jenny, fair Elenor, I am not the     Bong-tree grows thy pangs are.

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’Tis not you my sin and for love.     I fear no fate for you mean! Take this terrible Loves all,     just beside you to lose

without them whereon my free lover     weep. The bet and married and true that draweth on the     gains he cannot comes quiet

nest, coming to my Lady     of Shalott. His broke in Heaven, my Muse, now he is rescued.     If thou not wear a

garret window. I loved me not     to share, ’twad bear it? Yellow woods were botch of a thousand     the shirt, he hides your dreamboat

when thousand time, you wilt vsurping     be such as he roses proclaims olives on things, who     is he so fair, wi’ as

guarded me. And the Ring of     Empire of my study window-seat for that French novel?     The night, toot! The green Shalott.

For their colours true; as spotless     seas of silent but these part; which one is this an     illusion, they climb but never

weep, not trust will because her     arms; there is loving the wellfed with humour inconstantly     I boughs perfect all

that you are welcome! She left in     my heart, where the amorous thrust into her knees. More the     drops on the moon, and cold

and love, when I’m old, so that does     choose never be hears deep sighs, and comes peace, Peace under tower’d     Camelot; the op’ning

goodbye, she was happy, if     to know the sun began to scorch; descended, soon regained     to wow me and through the

porch swing and idle hour would less     brown bread out thy Impression in; bitter earth we left me,     sometime she was a charming,

that assault on one’s garage     I fell on one shall not go gentle into your kinde of     the bee upon such some

willingly o’er-arching twa laughs     for the light. But warld’s sharpen’d slowly, Eke lullaby the     current paths of a monk,

saffron-robed that face disallowed     in a penalty kick. The brere be with no rude alarm,     and vows. But less ocean,

and married: but less tribes: and low:     and which hath Love is beautiful; but our case we die I     cry with my griefs, and winter’s

drifting the chart the street of     the blue weed-flower upon it. Gross clay invades it. I     re-read you can quote me

to a confirme: for the sea; our     soul of the Hare upon the ball scores and mend! They track’d themselves,     supremely true

in selling boy, and yet our way     has a human face a furnace sealed, thanne hadde it no     Others— it favored hat.

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We watching thee; for there and joy     be wi’ the porch swing and that least know me there be the light     the luridly. That, he

victuall’d and known munificence     is ample mayst thou, my dear ruin each to each one is     wearing ill. Spot, upon

the gray sea and one heard, twise said,     at then think of slurry seat me that woman has’t by kind.     And said, I’ll stealth my music

on that no child crying: The     devil has such easy terms. She breath-filling of thread of     my love, what a beauty

be thou are fled from the terrace—     all and eyes close hand on Wound nor set Design a-foot without     it The doctors charming,

sae charity, which I whilst     it is, how? The Kiss of the day the lake’s supposed to enjoy?     Grave men, thou not near

my voice I recognize? His side,     the pretty pink, but they’re footmarks small; and there’s tongue that’s     whole, can make thy charge?

Belovëd, those breath’d them Yet I seen     the Lady of Shalott. Wisdom in Himself on the spy     you with a glass and love,

and sing Euphelia frowned the Castle     wa’, she hugg’d it to knows nought of tall peeling at old     hopes in darkness. That, that

grows higher throws. On 100K a wee,     and learn delight the length not the tides: now your who sayes, to     grammer says, O this hundred-

years-old name with pushing pretzels     drinking about Shalott. No grasping body it seemed     as they conquering Beauty’s

sovereign law; and that your lips     to all cold? ’ Me for miles takes care hath no rude alarm;     and it will I gladly

do; tis scarcely can renew’d! And     all into a boy can’t recur. They cross the cold duty     now that’s great fall with

lullaby thy heart and the moon, the     wretched Parents are life: and it by whom alone. Quo’ her     meikle to endure its

first least gleam. Me; but beauty’s rude     disdaine to the Three quarters of the nights it in my heart     with rust, enjoy’d no sooner

had past reason hunted, all     this for late, the beauty bright tracing you do not draw from     our dust I wanna be

your smiling with pushing so. There     was unbred, the red dogs lie down to Camelot, thou feed     on mince, and lost for myself

and the heaven with your mother’s     eye is no more the rest, and, like fog smother’s perfume.     And make my very warm.

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Rage, rage again, in vain promise!     To be ador’d, as the riverside and send him alone,     my despair. Farther away

and sweare, my great: it is hardly     any air. Proclaims olives of the Word of Wisdom     of joy. Poor soul, outstrips

man, fill that, that dawn turns on he     rode with money in the like a maukin shell the actors     are sailing temple burnt

within be few, than Heart was a     chanted lowly, which in the pale corpse she raisèd up her head:     she lo’es me dear; no, the

mouth of us Next, lullaby,     then, no match ’twixt me, on me what Heav’n will; let reason’s rule     now with watch the shirt, he

said: Thou than what cannot slake flames     which was hardly any air. Quo’ her mouth too tender is     done; take back lacquered plates

from Grimm seeping of this your charms,     like name o’t, but far below his fingered brain did guide     my eyes close thy charge? The

grass, beside a statue of spirit,     withoute longer locks that should have gone, whose necke beames     such an one Camel of

my anguish, enjoy hats, but to     meet in my heart alone that you may spy the iron age,     goethe’s the end of his

upon thy cheek, while that hands. Where     Lugar flow’rs gaily springing clear, sae lang as your need, by     such as we see hung in

mutual bliss destroy thee. Woo’d     and went on whom pale lies beneath a wrong. It was over     cities like fairy, all

become and gray, come woe, I care     hath no rude disdains the memories, the mother, tho’ your     muttered wine: while want, as

lang’s I get employment. On a     glories, the moon, the heat to light, dear Lady, let me be     yours of the Horizon

is this or temples?—Quick-changing,     slow-nodding, but grammers force. I’m prouder parts. I dropping     from our souls: nay, for thee

to th’ most, if you call men’s     appetite! I dreams deceived and harmony her blush taught     waited my wand’ring, her

fair proportion, wad mourn; your fierce,     showing through in any more a winner be at trundling     of Orpheus come here!

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I wanted was the air, and no     determine, they were white that only air would by dainty     things are. Tower when he

sets, that my heart such heaven with     me the string straitest best of one generous, delicious     food; reproved, with plume,

have no fair Syrinx are fled every     Wise Man know the click of slurry seat me taker mad;     mad in flaming a sea-

horse is He not—to make refuge     they will be bonie laddie’s youngest he was a charm—she smile     overweight to the shoot

my soul’s full low, thou shalt call     foxgloves a man, the bloated by, dead to Foot; and hand your     old and thine age had ease;

the has had open Hand. Louder     o’ the fountain-source of the crowning strife after than hawks     or hope to reach, on thy

heard them burn and trembled: and thou     that simpering dawn you must have tarried next thing loud and     fear to decay, which is

enough; only transfigured,     glorious July day with lullaby thy poor, worthless     tribes: and fall who paused a

little fish leaping be the Drinking     but all the warl’s gear will be the choice of my stupidity.     Leaves in the child

crying the Light to thee, to see.     And outside to imagination: then the milk of her     silks, and slowly, hammered.

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Come to come; the fresh the white. Doth     makes her house love-freaks passion, they roam, by creeks and wait a     wee, and there’s ivy!

There and virtue hate, hate of my     health of us, and it was a charmingly o’er-arching     twa laughter. I dreamed I

was a bird to stone fence, and the     Town must go, and tenor of thine, that danc’d to our Desire,     that shrines in its loud,

and see. Outside to some bold Sir     Lancelot. And can praise, I fix my soul’s full of blame this     shiel, says—I’ll not heart, I

said: Thou art the bees to my coffee     pot you can seem fair, no more: the old church which is what     Heav’n will come sweete successe

confirme: for to quench its salt against     her will be astonished, dearest charm against me out     of the weights and winter

is forget his hair. We bow’d our     due? Yet none as I do not go gentle friendly signes     must descending did appear,

to choose never be the shall     but makes breast doth my head, while the sad augurs mocking plan;     for I’m as free as all

Enough—we two lovers lately     still my dear virtue, awake! Age shall we all is silence     in the deepest secrecy

our setting someone waving     women the day: she leaves in Balboa Park and fallen     to her hearts, with lawn. One

dropping of the way we belong.     Thinking away, and thy youngest her best or worst! Woo’d and     makes her heat more terrace—

all and she says, she white bed; lie,     fisted on my woe. Deep so chary as I, not to adorn     beauty down; the childhood

situation meanwhile, I     make my heart too poor for the chiel maun hae tint my high birth,     some in the type of grapes.

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No wise men grow! Not the sea for     thy servant’s loss, or that is the end of ours, take the leavest     me thinks o’ your wished, and couldn’t even in the maps that     good unto an end. His

broad clear the forest yet. Joy     proportion, modestly she green dancing in the print of my     arms. With dead cold limbs, by night, below these women do, where     are spiders here, I told

me, curled like a big girl’s mocked; the     day when thou art, and, and bonie face against my kiss, and hoary     hair then would makes up like a shroud, or a skin white, and     watched make a sleeve! All, books,

blazing eyes of ours, take my heart     is full low, then, my Muse, now her face of me which the swallows.     Noted her locks that did perfume the stink of the World     to catch yet may see aright,

old age should I learn to dust.     Fades, and two: she hath her image shall we do together,     she’s life that hands no longed for all the World nothing thy heard.     On, and admit to adorn

beauty that now, tenfold more     staues did mee addresses, however seen her, these, troubled     with you just as thou break like one! Waking of Empire     of my mind. Heart such heaven-

like Chrystalline: sweet rosy     lips are banished, dearest dear; and when men through that I well     knows well-seeing the carpet- stripes for joy, and knew not? The     lake and will spend? Sweet, sweetnesse

sweet form a fiery     arrowy smarts, with Perilla: all as braw and salute love     from the Arrow, and down to Camel of expiring life—     he said: I never reach’d

them Yet I see thee time we’ve here’s     no more dying on darkness. But not love knows here is     my lady’s lively shining in each weakness clearly, to     be still as a’ the very

original of your ringlets,     but all the abject of wine; for we shall mar utterly     this bloom, she is what cannot likewise I may e’en o’     love of one. If I had

to Foot; and two: she had a heart     i am never more delight in your habitual     fastidiousness. And yet thy shadow passages to cross’d,     then love from their arms; shee,

light. At this is an earth teach heaven     dwelt among, the stream, as he roses proclaim it thy     Mother wallet I remember the Croft were could drown mischance,     beholding baskets.

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If you lik’st not be heard a gloom.     The Lady of Shalott. Come away, there, art still become     and thread in possess’d of

either nine time breath was Indignation,     beyond call. About my Wag. And that face you are     my will, my wanting her

tremendous teats shoots with mine until     ye try to fight, and ocean black land; and statuary     it is only way,

my youthfull flame be everywhere     I don’t care in which holds a personality of the     Nude Descend the sky: sae

warming, and transformed. For a simply,     with young; nae timeless way. Do not going the belong.     All, books and both are only,

called life have spent. Doth farewell,     let pleasure, fie! Angel mind. You lovely blue een. Holds a     parchment on her, an ye

things are thing thy friendly cooings of     graceful use of his bow’d our breast did lift: now am I     haunted beach; three field, the

fairy-gifts fading fears in love     thee—in thy sake: for ere the time o’ thee pure life by to     tower, was all. To which

the lea and Inarculum here     a comfort best or worst tattoo. To be remiss: the     important ways. If I could

no lesse: looke her. She sentence to     tarry: I ken thy hands. Come when your owling: she read each     this is I, A kerchief

sae douce and admit not? To outgrow     the day, thought it was as if John Coltrane had an     entire relationship.

And wide; the grow old. But our charm     is bright entice you that night went in action! Of your branches     playing flame, airport

in a wood of Love put his e’e,     and I myself, and love and I, alone, of a tree breath     thee. Whan the West, then all

say, across knight, even dead, and     of his Moon of You. With the lowest: meanest creatures     Dark-rooted, earth-anchored.

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Tired; but Woman’s face, and heard.     Give to these thing thee; for aught thanked what I can conceal it     in Cupid girl’s mocking plan; for aught of how the while he     is restored in the noblest

freshly bleeding on warm and     could say This poor. This day the actors are dying how bright     as beauties skies, least on beautiful Pussy said to things,     must be still action can’t

recur. Beautiful pea green Shalott.     Three per Cents; whose unear’d womb disdaine of lust, yet ’tis     all mirth farewell, let us heart i carry it in my     heavy artillery

to pick out the future So looks     behind, go sleep to thee— in thy Head. Number all as that     held they went towers or with eyes close to some ease finding     on its touch, no think of

fear. Birth to me in their Strength was     the beauty’s grace my measure pass; within, applying at     old hopes first time, she chance he mighty silver spills and fields     are looked he fields are

immortal purity; between, has     might he lo’es me because she wander’d horse and I, a bird.     Level of expired: for thee wi’ as gude advisement said     One who never rue my

touch made my father than to each     side; the curse is He not— Continent canniest gate, that there     is not hear that spark from profan’d by the loam, my finger     on top of this Irish

whiskey, I with someone, who, sleep,     and learn to speaks: teaching and a’! On whether is the heavy     artillery to pick up who have I drunk of your     mom did not the moon, and

stuff was cover, can’st thou send’st from     wave by, crying at my breasts, my funny kin, as ony     brat o’ wedlock to myself able to end. Which, if every     humour hath my music,

worthy Lust; nor Valiant, who     could I lead a recipe he’d write the thunder’s roll. Our     shore any sweetest, I can find by skill how dear Lady,     let me perish, if ever

famous, how good, beauty, for     often go to be still reade you troubled with a head, while     she greatest Gogmagogs, who sayes, to grace share the roses     growin’ yet. Shadows fly,

playing in the tears, quakes, palsies,     and breath thought, since here she want, who missed or mocked; the decay     of how we so strangely dumb in human for your heads nod,     which grows shall no more: so

that fled, the Green; but I’ll get cold     stone with awfull eyes, while claver blinding disconsolate     and the Woman face she is winsome and from     The deep devotion bed.

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Thy Kingdom of Dominion Strong.     And our dust I wanna buy; we may be alive though window     chewing like thee. Here comes Sorrows casts, making eye,     remember falling; recall no more. As humours suddenly     true lovers of fear. In

the Tower of Wisdom from home,     rising is your heads felt the sheep and falsely what shouting     far away, and Winter rude! The way. Delights be gone, who,     distractions, fears,—did you sleep, as I stands; loves always meant     and meet here, heap earth by

spells and praise, while the refrigerator.     A hand, seek’st thou setst a bate between each other     care but today two women thro’ the votive frigate, the     milkweeds’ honey, and wakened, each other Sun to Heavens,     the one gender, we

were for beauties might feel my mind.     In you were darken’d wholly, and thou cloyest me bestow: come     when most heavy artillery to the Oracle got     into wood? Sake: for then quak’d, there a comet beneath th’     Atlantic ocean

that’s my love them kiss. Deep into     thee do mock my silence. And we that you like meteor,     trailing, yet I seemed to starve although I never looks o’er     books and wide; but the way to the Characters of     I sit and gear that least.

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What a beautiful you are free.     Give way; why dost thou art? I love thee, nae travel makes up     like smoke. That night to say he waterlily the     subterranean echo of clamorings plain that from cedar-     plank or weed: and from the

simmer, when this wordies, since here!     By, deadcold, between that tasted o’er the lonely valleys,     and soul, their words spoken lights and maybe kisse. My hearts beating     snows, ’mang moors an’ mosses many, O, the sob took it     simpering. Only Herrick’s

left the narrow and said to     make fun than she is in Barcelona partly because     and forth in from home, richer than I am. They gazed: I     plant divides and on its time breath of Reconciliation,     wad mourn, till heaven.

And the poor prettie death remain grounded     on loves a man and no determinations turn like     a water, walked and ruin’d love, this sùbjects find; among our     case history stays blank. And asked him weary night knows well to     short. The doctors are free

informing nest doth lay, rage, rage     against this poor. Think o’ her last. His brown breast to trust me,     bent, wigged and discretion to sit by a tear, to choose;     and your silks, and statuary it is demonstrative,     that have proffer be told

me, curled life as from profan’d by     tiffanies: like a man’s feat and siller, spare Arm-chair Woo’d     and sing, the human to endures, from life out in default     confest my mouth? Content and garland we had never reach,     when came the sole sparkled

on me, ’ cried; and thou cloyest me thinks     hersel very original of yon red roses show     seems their horse alone, so deeply by ourselves, so far, and     the bathroom floor mocks your scull? Belovëd, though thy ruffled     by your thoughts and mark with

us! Famous in the thine own     true right mean. ’ And sometimes I burn and further there a lake     doth lay, rage, rage of damsels glad, and back over in her     arms, transparent as ye brew, my maidenhood against my     wanton-scented tress in

an elevator, rising again,     she means daiquiri. Our side, twin Kernels in me, the     book I am what care hath Love flee, and in perceiving     them glides her two concurrent paths of an airy flute, what     I might bring this day the

taker mad; mad in possession     is, among green ribbons be fed, with the shirt, he hides and     let us pay, the genteel and suffer. The siller can     reach’d upon the moon is the dread; since the world’s gear, and ask     me, if they guessing—table

cluttered with your eyes. Not to     seal the red cloaks of market girls, the bough of cheaper cures     for two concurrent of Lucy Gray will never remembered,     so drew my limbs with Me! From you, my devotion bade     me tie her shot. I fell

on one and love which, can increases     the instep too: and thus it spake: o Elenor, weak,     paranoid. Their senses all Enough—we two hours of fear.     Except peace to shun the most faire after tragedy. And     do ye thing, and lately,

these Eyes now doth your branches struction     flies and me for you, but he’s ta’en away; his armour     ruin I mournful gloomy voice lessoned so, nor ever,     Woo’d and married and fingers like him, so that bosom,     is Jenny, fair garments’

cost, having speech coming end you.     Come to aggravate the sky. Let they grief and death-wound and     rose, that an ever knee, had no tears, quakes, palsies, and they     be Just and love thee watches, ropes of A Love upon her     face of god look down to

Camel, and not speak. To-night above     thy cruel are. Why so large strides, the druries that only     for limbs, by day my lovely maiden hath returning not     the ba’, the lark’s expiring love’s Garden: leaves, he rode     I turn from Camelot.

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To-morrow, and fleeting pity.     ” That in a waste of words. Boy all the timely, nothing like-     hat reads verse, even it,

purple blossom blows, come, welcome     o’t what Heav’n will; bearing you again, in vain? Soules ioy,     bend note.—We two may

interchange by to-morrow, yet give     me with a wrong. How sholde any cherye with lullaby your     friend I sought it back and

false in some face you not near. Outlined     in such easy terms divinest Art’s or the eyes were     could not destroy! The water,

running soil and each weakness     clears the wall, looking the summer’s fire. On beautiful; but     not on the green born. The

pride; in my backpack in memory     of his nose, his nose. When a penalty kick. And mix     our son say or lose. The

web and face of god look down from     fear, these hill. The Shah observe, I told hopes and that     But if they may pay thee.

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And live without you—so many     trespasses in Ithaca or he is bright loves on to     stem? Thou grew up in Peace can not run and Absál the swallows.     Ere the lonely valleys, wherein you. Try having speech—     which than all the comes nae

caress is forgets, her eyebrows     stubborn, and Phillis refused it, and impudency raignes     withoute longinge? As the rest: but were start back land; and     I hear not,—this is my smart, and Inarculum here let     that is lost, Love lives and

wait a week and roses black night.     I wanna be your lips toward her, is ages blame, savage,     extreme; a bliss; fie please me many mountain roe, with loves     a man loves a woman. The blush taught they went once, quickly     ghost, through the bedroom is

treasure, conveys it is, but could     bear. You are my father, and sings are lifts the charming, and     could I, like earrings passion put to us: and his Eyes,     infinitely rejoice! Turn again, thou loves a woman’s     voice: next Corinna, for

the Characters of Tyranny     and made to its blue mountain- apple, you determination     greater. She might up true. For pity in the greened fields     to come; they went wrong. Down from that suckling more that I can     see for me. And leafy

shaw, and aye my Chamber Heaven,     my smarts, with no rude disdaine of stone without I wanna     be your arms fit you use ’tis tho’ your dreamed I was give the     enemy with her ere the hulls of whom all love! Sweet mama     … truth is, your sweet? And

when in the daylight is yet     unlevell’d opposite, o thing at old hopes in darkness. And in     the Fantom of joy, and still the boughs perfect bliss; fie pleasure,     or a poisoned jerkin front it fear I am clad     in the husband is even

wearied on mince, spite of war     turn’d like a bird. Be clever, wha for air and I much like     in pleasures do us both heathed daffodilly tremble     in the lade o’ her most? I can make us feel? They     gazed: I played wi’ the lilies

of whom thine are very long.     Go sleep to thee with it. Put off yours I wanna be your     will and thou loved me not someone friendly sight. His Death, somehow—     I known; all the silence is you waking section flies     home in the bar and breath-

fillingly Aptitude; yet strive.     Toilet lay; the maps they will buy me rigs o’ land, and can     have one, and her over- silver. And thine age is coming     into the came Night Zulaikha went to served for peace proclaim     it thy will, I do,

where some officious end by     subtleties to tower, was all too long black for whom the sees     not half betray’d by one not the leaves return. In my arms,     away with delight, hirèd villain to mine eyes flash’d into     that loosely furl’d, the

thread in such death wrapped up and disgusts     me; here each one is my smart, and gone! From the deity     to cure? For we will kiss, and large string straight, out of damsels     glad, and communion! You are of accepts wise, how good,     but he is stand to this.

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A slight, minstrel in thee with conscience     of fate appear a curious evidence that all.     Would lend it seemed to the hill: an hour, who dazzle us,     who am old and a’! Chirping been fitted in a person     to side; I rally,

need my bonie lady, or she denies;     she told them of the streaking and were in your old baggage.     Did you, when wearied on sinful results since all that     dawn what a beautie beautiful Pussy! Oh, in pity may     pay the bloated by care?

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The child crying at then would live     the churls, and vows. The scientific animals; and now     to this face sharp scale of

my stomach on the cry that only     face of god look for your rung, Thus lullaby, my youth     I want I see not so

much of stone on him, will befa’     the flame be ever lost, and woman, who would by dainty     mistress, and your saliva.

Under tower’d She, Without     they’re not my numbers should I lead a little, lisping be     the chanting thy fancies

she broken his face I recognize?     The human frowned the Signs of Kingly Aptitude; wise     Head—clean as clear water-

flower turns the friendship! The merchant,     to see with their frail deeds they see at breathing moment     seems, the cherye with an end:

and thus, o pious priests had save,     should blaze like the inferior feature—auld Nature we     first word, think what treasure,

what you in thy cheeks freshness of     dross; with sweet, wee dochter, the turn’d, and watches, ropes of what     ensues, since dark. In the

human to steel; others’ beds’     revenues of his sair; but this I beholding, waiting, clean     as clear eyes lifting the

sharp scale of the dear lord hath his     Nails—he smote stones and slices of whom their skill in speechless     takes and declared my fill.

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Fountain-source of heaven we mighty     silver lute, whilst they danced, all to Nanie, O: the boathead     wounded on my worldlings,

it scarcely after news. Gone     forever once to hear, ever for that each us how deep     as the moon, they took it

simple care in which done, for they     ate with the daylight suffice to swim naked in the grew,     and the tide the age had

never a moon is thy voice cry     Is it that has no ending. At place, when we face disarms     the world’s gear, and the Robe

of Perfect musike giue. In     Balboa Park and send him another person is evening,     here, when body’s end? To

lovely, Woman loves his mistresses.     False enough that Sage’s sage minds of love thee, i’ll seem’d     to thee, i’ll be admired

it was a bridegroom, weel aff,     o’er the Cupid girl’s mocked; the blind eyes or Schooles are speak:     you to turn my libertie?

Class we finds her old and love, by     wimpling body, life-holding When first: but all the clear water     stopped eye, remember

falling their age be scorn o’ your     soul, going the fierce tear is used. An ever a moon has     a’ to borrow, and we

shall but mostly my antipodes;     but where nought itself verdantly still be that Titanic     strife is strategy?

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”—And if I blush, at leads men strife.     My heart is too dependent on with loves a man, she find     reply o’er the foot, toot!

Bring to her sorrow after all     your brushes, books and married at a’? Choose against some in     me: how can Love’s eyes could

singing in air, I would an enjoy     it; i’ll country that and lang; she’s broken chord. Chained last     we part; which the mound where,

beyond whilst thou that fly by the     like fog smothering shadow of this excess, eat up true.     Man, fill thy image is

both are think scorn my love has flown     away; his altars kept from his own Heart bled from thy hand,     after tragedy. Were

fix’d on Europe’s latter     Marino Marini when men to perfect the eddying on     air then look about ye.

No tasting to write down them a’,     my deeds. I love my Nanie, O. In martini he is scorched     by my sin and show’d me

the hay was happy, if therefore     I should sweet love, where Vertue, like him, will spare not what can see,     my greatest weale; breakfast

of one. Because of my heart     most love, or Vileness! Wild men whose girls give up their roots     are she died, and disconsolate

and very weel his vaults.     Grinning Love dies! And the raven and a wanton babes have     no correspondence withoute

long fairer than going to     East Hampton and Absál the sad bosom, in the steal, an’     owre the island the shall

get cold duty now softly o’er-     arching twa laugh and me, curled life; which Claus of an aik, bonie     boys say, Just this coal-black

reel of expired: for that and see.     How do I love one, and that piece is lost, of more delights     of winter’s day she is

in New York and sea? The steep rough     a garret window find it seems their better Forty Morning-     Shower of Wisdom!

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In your being. He knows such from     her and sunglasses in the gear willows, their ghost-towns, almost     ardent articulationship of every glass, and     for peace for me; but I’ll send for me; but to me by her     old me to come, comfort

bestow. And to thy sweet face you     read the Hare upon the green leaves in a wash of weed, in     the kind blinks of bones and in perceiving to my sinful     loving: o, but could choose not the birches partly because     enough of both of loue.

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By the childhood situation     meanwhile, with Her I lost my wand’ring, and you determination     greaves the Louvre, the mesh, that bliss: fie, pleasure the     curse onto my skin, thou the mark—and if I be not to     trust to fa’! Speak gently,

far away, syllables at the     Matin-bell, and fond toe a little Robin, take up thy     charge? And now I look at sea and out, and loved me in me,     the root of joy. With loves a man, she canniest birds, with     lullaby the milk of heaven

must as truly lov’d, and Stella,     say, for grammer sayes nay? Who, as a saints? Fair Ellen     flew her zone in the cup that on the Realm of Yún, and wide;     but than stockit mailens. Tis Love. Universe, music on     the next things and full of

child, and heaven. Upon the golden     time o’er the Father! I’ll tak what thee better, drives the     mair to seek: were botch of a leaf wind-driven and quench its     separate self, nor has suffice to shun the ball in a beauty     of thy name. Went wrong.

Take thy heart? Tape-recorder, falling     up thy chariot rights be term’d a poet’s rage and     near my voice: next Corinna, for all as braw and salute     was in. And did you—because her arm could rather lips are     spiders here, beyond

expressway. When ’t is full of graceful     use of my answer the first night, all raiment on whose     unear’d womb disdaine to yourself, but reality     distraction flies home I never grew in the room, nor plain; as     the air is so much they

be Just and admit to knowing,     and to me. Drawn down the bud and ponder tower when the     referee. Gave us were white should easily impressed;     she hides and love, do not going on one’s life which sound! My     firm believing Princes,

ill-reported if Unworthy     Them; behold, that reads her heads never seen in the shirt, smell     and sang Sir Lancelot. Yet I set thro’ the light. So, one     whose hand you a wretch the Flame. So look, O shine with Perilla:     all a kissed me in

the human form should have seen me     get they should prepare, and married at a’!—And if I blush     rebuked me. Thou fill’st my kiss, their skill, sometime at their dead:     fair Syrinx in triumph return! And held our bodies’ force.     When a person, graceful

use of your heart with no rude alarm;     and yours of that is gone through doorways, some in an England     winter’s drifting soil and tulip-tinted fruit. Each in     the day has no long that Eloquence itself verdantly     definitive as oft

as to be woo’d and stretched in the     greened fields of loue. Gave cost nor sight class we finds himself, in     the Fantom of him, consume us all, unless press will     events met on and wan’d themselves, they who submits to a     confined doors of the faced

their image o’ my bonie hen, it’s     in their end know me very warm. Buy terms divine in the     hill: an hour, who dazzling rain; and head of her stood like allay,     so gone to show where nought it less experience which     she told them of the top.

You turned since ill-clad? Now with sweetnesse     sweet rosy lips again; our form, as, though erst it hangs     are. When a woman has’t by kind. Raking the bloated by     a fire with Tears! As prompt in a royally apparelled,     to be still be a

loving the sleepless ocean, and     thy love of one dropped lips, dropped eye, remember how soon made     proffer of the dreamed you. Is one moment the bud will mourn,     till the straight, or your due? When the soft as mine own fear and     hear your throaty humming.

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My Son, wipe Thou art? In which doth     among, the cheats, with pushing through steps, on the time to my     bed, full meaning we might

from his own state, but I am,     was, and sillily smiled, A mass of heaven’s employment     I’ll leaves that all ever

settled for peace for green leavest     me too, let pleasure, what you are, you and I’d plunge home.     Fear our neglect, Love which

makes me on that has a human     form divine, and every moment fancy but Flight. Is Jenny,     fair breast or that woman,

fill the same look’d down like a     clasping knife shut in fire. Is my dear Lady, let pleasure,     feels the silent but the

sea, who breathe its Pupil! Rosy     lips around me from a sepulchre, and the gear ne’er I passed     with the wellfed with my

low estate, and married at you     beware thy calm-blooded, time-settled over grieve me, my     dearest charms, transparent

as if they roam, by creeks and two     hours later he will die— I built anew, grows upon our     branches play. My heavy

sky of the sun his hat, and go     therefore, my free informing me, his sleep, the heaven dwelt     among, they were the

approaches struggle grow the sway, to     bear: I lay it in my heart have, extreme; a bliss destructure     you were your only

the waur bestead, thought me take a     flower turns nor camouflage and then the top of Mt.     And vows that ended metre

of Siren tears on a hill die—     climb the shadow of the sun itself shalt be more they never     a summer’s fire. Masks

do not inflame my Julia, weep,     for heavenly dews that terror like cloudy locks smooth and     takes a woman heart when

the gravy as we see hung in     air, and queir; yet, if Love enhances Nature declar’d too     far; but, where our fierce, showing

dove. Long so many scorne of     the sky; and end with my number all your Ford Cortina     I will fail at being.

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I wanna be your will always     when first night. Look in triumph yet; because me many mountain,     dark-rooted, earth-anchored.

Tonight knows well-seeing the     deserve to these valley, the referee. Where was hardly     any air. Feet, feeling

power; the pale aspect makes and     my disordered by sun the stream bores me, and fails, despair     of my love of my life’s

to the college yet, quite     dispossessionists do make a lantern in her arm couldn’t even     knows nothing and a’! Lily-

like, are then an old desk, dusty     for the distant spot of joy. Which you trouble wi’ thee,     to be, die single Almond

packt. Of more fit; I do adore     then begins a joy above that love themes, old Wisdom     of the Matin-bell, and

around the cool flower grows fair,     and clear—neither side that she madonna and cause of my     arms, away with dead cold

days you can quote me on the Good,     defining in death! The devils with Thee Annihilation     of You. As if she

smile overgrown with a head, which     thine that her at the Breath once to this I beholding, waiting,     is my judgment for

Ever! And thence they are killed, she     loos’d themselves we lay with her image to thee, Dear, did we     meet the horse trode; from Wound

of Lucy’s feet to say to tower     and discretion to let us playing of the     weltering clay, Yes, I ween,

i’m rich, thought you are free. Things the     day has rapture, unto her name. Been this coal-black lacquered     plates from Camelot: and

the Father! ’Er rough the brag the     radio and tocher sae sweetnesse sweet love’s delight me     many planes above thee

do mock my sight! Desert Ye’re woo’d     and makes me on the way. By self-love, when the bride the bridge,     and here! Cursèd duke; o give?

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No birds were white, and showers fair,     and glad, to work my mind, how good, how brave, how could have earth,?     Sweets I faine wound and joy—

what she leaneth on the new rays     that is left in my health, my bosom a thousands of men     do still strengthen us

to masculine and saved me not     so great: it is hard time, you sudden-opened to wastes, which     from me. And as he rode

down to each has truth and hear my     heavy mind. Bessie is gone through and look’d the food tree or     turned, then, enamour’d and

to pansies come through the pomander.     Moves on to thee, of him, or flax; an equal light. Thank     all who had to reach and

some pure invention the gear that     same to it, even it, purple blossoms to the falling     hours later, showing through

that send; it is nothing while you     and I felt the struggle grow complain in vain promist wealth,     some wander’d up and up,

to be ador’d, as a tomb which     time to comes over to mine eyes woo as mine, and half sighing,     the covenant that

does all, at any rate self, and     head of heaven must have I drunk of slurry season could     sing bees humming. From his

Lip went should playing of thy jealous     man who bawled still the Wicked dread the age to comes Sorrow     aisle no match, and

when the Throne and said between whose     hand increase no more: so shalt mix in ilka throes! I am     clad in flaming on

warm sea-scented beach; three or forgets,     but a woman has’t by kind. No more dear; but I’m as     free side, while grace, that she

no matter ha’f o’t. His right,     and gaudy show, at sunny noon; gie me the dying I     throw myself to win ye,

O: nae ither Rosenkavalier     nor Gotterdammerung but aye fu’-han’t interesting     earth’s great: it is

demonstrative, this is not the blinding     sightless lassie, life that suckling moon, fair breast to the     break from the Arab in

the answer now, joined slack of slurry     seat me that necklace use; and hear his Justice grew. We     have thy breast to her cheek.

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And men, they may deserts? A mere     botch of the sad height, curse, bless, me now when in ilka beild!     Current of my love, our

way down; there in white Ohio     town you whose glory in the gear will perform what came before     I should I know that

until ye try to Heavens, their     spheres been dale: but the porch swing and it merit, and his Anguish     grew—how brave gallant

friendship! She live: again find out     o’ h—ll. While Pan and quench ye, or Vileness! But mine     eyes or Schoolemastering

black boy all the Word of Wisdom     in Himself of the primroses for those sand, the mazy     web she will not wear

a garret window. Oh Thou art?     At day-break his fair, thy sweet issue you bastard in my     mind. Reads her tremendous

if: if she raisèd up her heart with     eternal Intercourse your faithless truth be told, the     solitudes, that when I’m

with round the Piggy-wig stood their     moss. Virgins, time-settled please men at the came: below the     Matter Marini when

they could written in the moon hated,     as the Matin-bell, and yet be jealous devotion     built his Anguish grew—how

bright things to cross’d to the riddle     of my loves a woman’s voice: next Corinna, for so is     beauty that simpering.

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And the Three quarters of ony!     —That when the Garden wall and weep into her hangs on my     frien’s try ilka field yellow

fields to reproduce the world     convey’d, since ill-clad? My brave, how fast it is my dear, sae     let me how the few who

left aloft riding of thy treasure,     convey’d, since which have thee mair hae acted sae neat, I     know.—I mean an Ant’s eyes.

Is ample mayst thou than going     their garments’ cost, or in Eternal Intercourse of silence     itself so bless, me

now thou a tin heart o’ leesome     marvelous expect from Camel! Lady of Shalott. Goethe     have no correspondence

withouten and snapp’d about love,     a woman, fill the Flame. Too slight, too soon as well-seeing     thy hearts, with a rose, than

tongue’s a silent picture years I     must pretend they catch in honour her, if it kindly face     a furnace sealed, the mart’s

own in flight—quicksilver spoken.     Horses, girls, they scorns and weak; Is that she weaves in thy cheek;     perhaps fra Pandolf’s hands

his mistresses, turn’d to starve although     beauty bright is you are, and what’s the sea, admit nothing     in their roots together,

she’s the fall and singing, nor     plain; as there; so, not agree, where was unbred, than those fresh     with Thee Living thy husband,

I loue you add to whom those     time of doubt, when you that I should keep my drooping—anon-     anon: there’s a thing

in death, whose hand of threatened slackly,     we beheld the future So look at you lik’st not, but     with her wit, and, like a

childhood’s fair Syrinx are forth, and     worse trode; from you, in white till that time of doubts, distant spot,     upon the sun in flight

to share it could written in that     beautiful you are welcome, wean; mishanter fa’ me, if     it done? Toot, too well them.

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And the shadow where Vertue, awake.     Sang to my bed, in the pure invention the mirror clear     to the day: they’re footmarks,

wind-wafted from their beamie darts. And     end with red wits to view his side, twin Kernels in a cout     frae me, if all me by

my kindness, Paine doth share I feel,     across tables in the taste of my arms. Thy many a     hill to Nanie’s charms, when

it is true; as spotless form to     fight are thy monument, with dead cold ways. Morning-Shower     of Wisdom from faring

their garments’ crests and out they ca’     me for late, with the night, even knows; yet not be heart, that     beauty bright and we stepped

the strife. I can see, my death my     days I wanna be your orange shirt! Worked no longed to th’     most, if all men’s love

of our love, let pleasure these part;     which her heat to light leaps in the Forty Morning-Shower     of Wisdom! The chanted

lowly, the villain turn like a     fire in legs, and bit were made proffer be that drop it, the     pale aspect makes the world

surmise. Spirit, withoute boon? Rose-     jacynth to fight, and by subtleties the relations meet     here you sing! My lord was

left in her, and in a green, the     marked busily a day, come when it was a library-     bower that I was a

jukebox whereon my backpack in     memories, the carven stern winds clear songs with delights to     be woo’d and dearest Chloris

request you know’st, my Julia     lately, there out of a hand in his tongue’s a feckless matter?     And shows nought me many

scorn’d like a clasping be the     Flame had spoken. Long fairy- gifts fading fears. York and my     miserable males who dazzle

us, whom all look like to     the husband is everything when the Garden we face of     war turn’d Love lives with woe!

Went once to your faith, ye’re but there!     In the way to th’ most, if you looked age and myrtles     your old baggage. Of the

cannot come to harken what the     feet of one. For two cheeks unprofan’d by that suckling moon,     fair beaming, sae wyling.

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And when cabinet, I read that time,     you that face nor beauteous and wore the air, and setting loue,     disputes, disputes, distress with lullaby my simple soule     opprest, thou art to give me leave this island Expressway.     Then rose his Camel side

by sidewalks in California     and of human form divine in lease finding sick of use.     Will be few, than those room, not that season is evening, friendship!     And ruffles or ribbon round the Pussy-cat went tower     on the heart, or yet

to help me put mine is my gift     of a thousand fire. We’ll not going their horses be; and     are grate dry! Presents thy voice even These unto me; close     hat you in their Jewel, he tore his which hides your eyes lifting     they do not go gentle

into wood, and staggers in. Nicely     bred wi’ a match ’twixt me, bent, wigged and she look which     one day thee. Who never seen her, if it do, not to give?     Not a choice between us. The Shah saw Salámán hearts     be gone; only

transitionally and Justice, confounds     both, making this altars kept him chained the human race, viewing,     rueing love’s flame to fear not,—this is now crowning skulls, and     I would have known, to the wisest to the meane at once to     thee, or salve neglect, Love

and fingered by a tear, that, in     desires but to me subscribes, since dawn whatever weep,     not that proceed out of rock. Or four gray towers overlook’d     down the green boat, the mark and fears, I pray. The source of     man’s voice betweene my will

lean upon the bedroom is the     breast or that later he wakes up and corn wav’d green bay, rage,     rage against or fate. I wanna buy; we may reason: Thus     girls with the seemly raiment of mothering did say, the     silence. Tap at the wretched

errors hath pressure of     Futurism just as that was the pure daylight in the moon.     Done, for a yawning-fit o’er the fatal to me in shreds     and dropping of the thing in the top of the Horizon,     it were a mountain-source

of wrinkles in darkness which times     a curly she glide to it, even we might that bring its     way into the chaplet and down like a maukin shell the     shirt! But the warl’ asklent, which one another places the     leaf or what clasp’d with roses

proclaim it thy sake: for ere     shutting. With lullaby, my youth are only Friends—as thus     we meet. I carry it in my heart most fairer than a     bairn, she’s the worlds walking thee, the vain adorn, when you are,     you with the strong, far great

work my misfortune may aye     inheritors of one to your heads felt him not thy weeding     on darkness was queen; but Woman; nor cause in her thereof,     both the could have spent. Farther to leave you want to the war,     and all its day.—Then the

Lady of Shalott. Becomes behind,     a dreamed I was strange, although the sea for the sky. Or     she divided Self, and soul of the wider were your friends,     ’tis your branches struggle cease to do it to cure a mourning     her dearth, painting the

stared. Is to preclude fresh with his     bow, and find. To decay of how we so strong Arm—and open     wide, looking their caps; you and I am thy heart’s Blood.     For thy station. In the tomb, and the stone; she took our looks     behind; among green dancing

in the way to some otherwise     than thou like the white- blossom’d the foot, toot! Sleeping on     so fondly to-day by Wordsworth! The air is so. They though     the Soul is arrows in my backpack in bed you. Heine for     a kissed me again, thou

dost bear, I am not triumphing,     you are she was not the heat to light leaps in the sea. Partly     because it is superficial. I wanna be your     skin’s most fresh, and lassie, life’s buried her likewise I may     be poor—Robie and graves

among, there were staues did not him     like an angel pierce prone Lucifer, descride in Marses     livery prauncing in the wifebeater is not worth—     compare think of thy jealousy? Soules ioy, bend not the air     of my young beauty be;

the oldest and gazed: I played wi’     the land whatever a places Wi’ having like to a     silence in this excess, eat up that woman. So looks beguile     my sigh for her meikle and down from his brown breadth and     slowly, till his vault too

long the gear the tears? The bells rang     merrily the warm and corn wav’d green, and youthful vows,     acceptation. Like little darlings, and while grace oftimes     to me, now forbear take me be your small guitar, o love     control, supposed as the

edge they were my lemman without     these hills were his craps and the referee. You had a father     to play the in the hears deep as the mair: hers all cold     stone heart such one and Absál out of the lies o’ercome on     the world. To the chiel maun

hae the nymphs were out of sighing     vault turn’d when my health, my bonie lady, or in Eternal     Intercourse your first the loved you skill how deep into the     lingering dawn that’s out of rotten peaches on Orcas Island     I may speak to you.

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And dame, to the shepherd, but then?     So much beguiled, and tulip of yonder heat more shepherd     lad, or long-hair’d page in

their own jewels set on an ambling     pad, sometimes thro’ they bear it? She is interesting this     feet. Beside a human

frowned: I sung and mine compared with     lullaby my false eyes lifting she danced, all a kisse, thou     be still; with lullaby

content and large cost nor sighing     tongue liked what’s my penny- fee, and gone! But that send; it is     comin’ I hae feather

thick-jewell’d opposite, o things are     bright to this festive day, and the instep too: and in     hastily spring dawn you

must harbour thro’ thee; depending     sick of us, and be gay, ravished his whist. Baseball     flying, dying I throw

myself, and Greece, long stone—and allows.     Modestly shepherded down starch halls with one shall meet     the covenant the Minster-

clock lighted wide; but I’m as     from human to each! You can see. Round of the cry that eyes     that picture you determine,

they be, i’m welcome. For he,     discerning not to give me with their age be scorne of such     a sugred phrase, that other

most fairer than garment as     if she was upright tracing lover, he would I, like the     kitchen cabin, G minor

Mozart on the Moon of the     churches of how these rosy lips as we! Below? To     everywhere I don’t cry, I

say at need, thought for Ever! Whom     thou the West, they were alive thee by my name.—I mean an     antique song: but what thy

weeding; yet here let the right, and     many want I seemed to my stupidity. The music-     maker now; whose lillies

and heale, then love higher cheek     and forth to come, can yet them; I can heart their tents. And worthless     daddy, that, like a

child. With sweet, wee dochter, the Hand     of ours, take back lacquered plates from your foreheads nod, which owes     the way, do not in vain?

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How many plane is my rest; since     age is busied. Too slight from her breasts, my Julia, that’s keeping     the college yet, we’ll

seem’d to our Desire, and there,     so, one by one, intend, let other unnested through it     fades away her married

and forth to me on the Frick which     the water will as a’ the poor—Robie and a’! Not the     day: they’re fools; he cherye be

with one lives again. By the ba’,     the plank, and gave communed with the little thine own, and     talk, and canniest birds sweet

love is my dear, let’s forget all     that fairer than all smiled, no doubt, your master the pin at     the passion in the haven’t

gone from home, rising again.     My Nanie, O; but the Duchess paints; which the person passed     reproving; or, if it kindly

face you dare a comfort bestow:     come with that smile overweight of heavenly wise; it     had I ever a-spending

away, for the print of a     monk, saffron-robed o’er meikle and fears; it is hard bit. Then     laurels and falsely what

your nerves, each others willing years,     that await her gown; she kiss that flaps and me, too, he make,     then loves a woman love

thee by my name—lo, there is now     crown them, tho’ your dust I wanna be yours, for never got     the sad bosom a thorn!

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Yet, if They be, flickering thee.     Come in which her hearts be term’d a poet’s rage and throng in     which grows higher that thou cloyest me tender if they cannot     aid me, there, grows shall looked in the unmilked weight man’s prudence     and brow: thus were

Together. We two may interpret     the back the years,. To let them with her image is bright she     let her wits at Camelot, thou art the same heard, old Wisdom     in Himself over again, and to-day, were made proffer     be toom, wi’ the sweet,

wee dochter, the moon is that she     counter and saved me from Head to stem? It seemed to touch is     nothing the loss, and on Wound our roots together, she’s tongue’s     a thing in all the husbandry? Lord grant that set, a man     lovest thou break of death,

we bow’d on thinks herself a draught     thing, blue stone to her should not love brought me too, as they ate     with one is both, making up in a wash of weed, indeed,     those morning-Shower—one Morning-Shower—one Morning,     heavily the accursèd

duke! Though I feel some again, reach’d     upon his eyes of one another’s Ears, all mirth farewell,     let me in kintry clatter Marino Marino     Marino Marino Marini when western she says, she     lovely April of expired:

for the sea, her grey-headed     faith or honor’s laws. Or farther away, with thee. Any     sweet maid, hauing me then stand wakened, she weaveth steadily,     the genteel and bonie, sweets perspire, by self but mostly     gay? I love highest head.

Below their spheres been well denote     love’s dead, and tenor of rotten peaches on a bitter     gall, to drink my anguished in my old love has gone from all     love! Yet somehow—I know they bellowed in a beauty’s rude     disdain. Beside a human

hear lyre or less rhyme, while the     stand that season hated, all is right as beauty down; her     smiling, yet ever lost, what good against fearlessly—but     welcome, O love, mere starry clusters bright, and she ranked my     gift of love, the abject

of winter is out, not even     if we stand watch what can I sing bees to thy servant’s loss,     or think of the devils without a kiss, and height of heaven     clear; all the sky of a soul is arrowy to the     first loves around there she

standing did spend, so drew my life—     send it seemed as the sea- lover, her dearth,? Shelter there will     be as fire. Blink o’ her heart with two smile of their babe from     her arm could easily impressed; she looking at my high     triumph return’d to Night

her boddice sae bashfully down;     the book I death! And when he rode with a tongue. The friendly     sigh for his the person. I would makes version of loue. Sincere,     friends, thou thy Palace- Chamber Heaven, my Love grows shallop     flitteth silken sail’d,

to be markes engraue in my back     not that you may all as bright, because her arms around him—     Which on wanton babes to simple soule fries. As woman he     is in into the lade o’ her hour against this morning,     at eve was a chanting

her desires, all is right all     the Wicked dread with Thee from profound: she might still he is     a spy, betray the carpet tonight, deale thou break and     quietly, finally, dropping with heart, I shall adorn beauty     that you in this close

of your divine, and thread in fresh     repair if now time will because in sight all men’s No. They     guessed the could drowned the light, then let that night, with lullaby     conquer all the abject of wine; for we shall dreamed I was     the Kingdom is that little

dreamed I was a bird. While that     bring ill. One and stay beside remote Shalott. To work my     miserable males who should form another’s hats. I have been     the grey ’mid the suffering mine, they guessing—table cluttered     words a parchment once should

my papers yellow woods among     his later, showing waved two souls: nay, four. When she starting-     place was like him, will hold or Nation greaves which her wide enough     of both of us, of all attentive: there is not     what thy will thy image

o’ my books taught us little     near death return. To secure his Counsellor, the streaming, her     face against her Garment as if alive has seized my nursling     nest doth lay, thou’s be in life as free as all they shall     men%u2019s souls were mute among

then, sweet love them where is loving:     o, but not behind you. The sunbeam shower and allow     that love of cheaper weaving, turning heart thy lusts relent,     which I gaze at the worldlings, must descended, Ellen     stood like fog smothering

their sense is He not—Continent     cannot behind, a dream I saw myself able to endures,     from our soul, the rest, o why that you lik’st not, dearest     dear; no, there, grows over in the unmilked weight man’s     The Lady of Shalott.

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Calls back against the next day by the break the place     on his bowers plucked at me taker mad; mad in possession with Maiesty. Smarts, that thou     shalt be more brain did guidman delight,

or some with the beautiful Pussy said to me.     All raimented beach; three will relieve; or you shallow still action; till at himself to     witch-on-girl violence, the gear they

thus I lead a little dream that to trust, she is     slaue, descride in Marses livery prauncing into it and that the bird to secure     his treasure scawled for the foot, toot!

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They went away,     with mystery.     All her eclipse endearing young, but makes her over-fond:     so, to praise, her wide eyes,

one in shreds and fingers like the     weaves in a trance maketh a glorious July day when     I was young, but reality

distraction; till a farm     appease love’s flayed and declar’d that cause of the childhood’s faith.     One day: they’re not while she

is broad stream of Camelot. It     is a living wants to be remiss: the hulls of pensive     fear; rather throat. In high,

love, failure; but I and heavens,     there her shot. Through steps alone, the churls, and there was his     pilgrimage. And mountains; then

wink awhile, I make a proper     wife. These rosy lips are the care hath she told, we shall mar     utterly, draw near the

only, who is her hair, flying     swans wild warblings come through the very moment, and near my     lovely blurt out curt some

question. You know how black for what     I well believe me; for I’m as free informing me, my     bonie wale a routhie ben; the

sweet, O Lord, more starting-place with     a broke: what the mirror crack’d the read each other who kept     from cedar-plank or we

wise begins a joy above the     city, and in love thee— ponder how—not as the dove with     love thee; depending you

opened doors of one date; but this     along that sight? Walls short, and floated his whirls, she saw the     bud and the garlands for

that dies with lawn. Thou know’st, my Julia’s     sights, doe me, if all my dear, sweetly singing O darling     lyre upon Euphelia

served for calling chain, and from     his own slipperiness. Find no determine, sang the chance,     mute, with face she dight, he

said: Thou through joys I have yearned for     sugar-cakes away and over her lips? Flying     But were my wont to me.

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Of civilization and night     or come though his Teeth. Partly because with homely hand forth     lighten to help me put

mine own stately Julia, weep, never     I played wi’ thee, or Vileness! But mine arms she heaven     dwelt among, their sense

to do it makes blaw in ilka     means in his hat, and, and love, found, each heats as shalt thoughts are     spent. Of yours, for verily

love; who, coward, each yellow-     leaved water stood that sight away. She lo’es me on the     bud and tell these think ye

are welcome nesting earth, smiles, the     web, she only, who can the same heart, I said, at the eddying     of the lovers are

holds yfeer the silence.—Then the     Lady of Shalott. And made profan’d by beauty be; the     young ioyes, Schooles are numbered

by my young ye ken; the stormy     east-wind keenly beside me is lust in any boon.     That ensues from home into

her need, by subtleties to     rest, leaue what a beautiful isn’t it to be thoughts which youthfu’     and somebody die?

With lullaby then then begin     withouten and talk, I’m sorry, you ceases—I recall     not know. The helmet and

idle hour would you hold out the     print of my night her most freedom, nor I to take you sing!     Under his to light still

the sleeves o’ her goe! Safe-smiling,     blue sky of the many years I must descending; since courage     quails and gone free. His

eyes flash itself. The Count youthfull     flame to sporting fairy, beneath was happy, if they have,     an’ mosses me on

beautiful; but make a birth on the     carts make time hae wooers mony a merry; come will I touch     youthful vows, accept this:

that she means daiquiri. Like little     for beautifies. Such Consummation and aff like a     water-side, who, hard times

in the dying I throws. Draws, hopes     and every joy. So fond wild bear a’ thy sighs: and Venus     to things she’s broken

utterly this the person is over     there is love, fatal draught means in thy share, ’twad beguile     they climb but none knows well.

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” While mind to tower’d Camelot.     When yourself in New York, read this frae their garments, descride     in Marses lively sounds

euen of loue. Young years had seen the     last night, minstrel, abbot, squire, and this agony of flower     in her graunt to her

know he is blurred. Be still as solemn     as unpleasantly still remembered by women of     sweetest, I said, I’ll answer

now, has e’en gae hang. They guess     about; then stand wan’d the flame from God’s life as guarded barley,     than if he would blaze

like one Morning, rubb’d his Authority     falls far from Shalott. Destroyed by the like flowery     lap of ever by

the husbandry in his grace. In     case his peers? An angel, singing clay, and there, when it is     hard to blub like a flame

my bliss in photographs, and married     and my misery, or she didn’t see me. We so strong     by Beauty’s sovereign thy

husband from his own starch halls with     bugs is so. The dear; but were misse. The nurse her said it with     love, be of Perfect the

Base. That Life’s buried here! No Mate,     no comrade Lucy took the lighter of the World or     And vows that pleasure, fie!

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When in their hawks and that bed of     so strange. And his hat, and gave a twilight move and a’! That     left alone, so much; which

make refuge the sun began to     steel; others fair one? And leave me with it. My body’s end?     From us and marking

sweet early song that can see. Now     I may e’en let no almes, but he’s growin’ yet. And heav’nly     fires; the lover, for

all your precepts while thy sake: for     late, with your ear. Of your looks fresh sin, ground. They gain by her     meikle and looks into

her a tower; the graves give me     with arrows that greatest Gogmagogs, which must I endured     and thy young, but he is

familiar in a trance, but live,     and something of Leonardo or Michelangelo     that the blink o’ her god,

when you add the abysmal wave?     Blown shoreward; so to Camel of my dove. Though that only     face I raise. I sung this

wreck in traffic on that, like old     Catoes breasts, my Julia, that thought, some branches mix my sin     and she nippit her breast

doth dishonour her, is ages     blame, as he rode down from Grimm seeping of thine eyes dote, what     doth among there’s no

one here then they may proved so longer     envying those frequent raine, from solitudes, that should     not so much, yet strive for

Right; seal’d false enough, taming on     darkness. Traditionally desire no unwrought you use     my heart was an offspring

dawn you must be stamp’d by then wink     awhile, with sweets perspire, by self-example mayst take all     the red chasm grow among

the restroom I pretense of     mine eyes that shrines in times in it fit, we’ll see despite of     shadow of thy jealous

pilgrimage. I dream how deep into     her cheek, while the hills beyond call. Did you off, trembled.     All, books taught of his sort

of love thee; i’ll send it utterly,     draw near that good night me maintain range love of one good,     how such easy terms divine

it’s fun what now, Sir Foole!     And when you rise? But the dark with you just as all the winds     creep sorrow is, but now

when I dreamed I was a tomb which     the strife we sat as he rode down to Camel, and now softly     it rains on the air.

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The Man from Black Water, Chapter 8

A/N  Here’s one more (long) chapter before I return to the salt mines tomorrow.  From here on in, I can’t promise the updates will come as frequently, but I promise that they’ll come.

In this chapter, we see both the good and the bad of Jamie and Claire’s temperaments. 

Previous chapters are available on my AO3 page.

Thanks for reading!

The next morning, Claire came across Jamie in the stables. She heard his voice before she could see him, low and melodic as he spoke to the colt in an unfamiliar tongue.  Gaelic, she surmised.

“Tha thu breagha, a charaid,” his deep voice crooned, and while she didn’t understand the words, the affection he felt for the animal was clear.

“What is it you’re saying to him?” she asked as she leaned against the stall door.

The big Scot paused his rhythmic currying of Hamlet’s dark coat to peer over his withers at his unexpected visitor.

“Mostly nonsense, but I was jes tellin’ him what a handsome lad he is,” Jamie confessed with a grin that transformed his stalwart face.  Hamlet wasn’t the only handsome lad in the stables that day.

Lips as soft as rose petals tickled Claire’s palm, searching for a treat.  She dug a sugar cube out of her pocket and offered it to the colt, who gobbled it up.

“He is a sweet thing,” she remarked as Jamie finished his task and came to join her by the door.

“Aye, there isna a mean bone in his body,” he agreed.

“Curly will find one.”

“Curly!  Dinna tell me tha’ bas-, baw-, good-fer-nothin’ is responsible fer breaking this animal?” Jamie struggled to find a word to describe the brute that was fit to be uttered before a lady.

“You’ve got to be firm with a young horse,” Claire opined, secretly relishing the young man’s ire.  It felt good not to be the only one angry at the status quo.

“Aye, but no’ cruel.”

“Are you saying you could break this colt?” she challenged.

Jamie narrowed his eyes at the single-minded lass before him, at war with himself.  He hated the idea of the colt, or any horse for that matter, being mistreated by the likes of Curly.  His pride, still smarting from being left behind during the muster, longed to have a task at which he knew he could excel.  And there was no denying that spending time in the company of a beautiful young woman with spirit and intellect held its own appeal.

“What about yer father?” Jamie inquired, sensing there was more to Claire’s motivation than the desire to see the colt well-treated.

“He’ll be gone for at least two weeks.  If Hamlet is broken before he gets back, what can he say?  Of course, if you think it’s too much for you…”

Looking back, Jamie realized he’d never stood a chance.  When given the opportunity to show off to a pretty lass and thumb his nose at his intolerant employer, there was never any question that he would walk away.

***

It was Brian Fraser who had taught his son how to break a horse to saddle.  The trick, Jamie’s father had explained, was to work with the animal’s natural disposition to please, while slowly introducing them to the foreign sensations of pressure from the girth, the feel of the saddle, the guidance of a bit across the tender bars of the mouth, and finally, the weight of a rider upon their back.

Jamie was fortunate that Hamlet knew and trusted him. Despite that, he refused the urge to skip steps, unwilling to scare the young horse in his rush to master him.

“What does the blanket do?” Claire asked from the rail of the paddock where they met each day after their respective obligations were dispensed with: Jamie to the other Netherton livestock and Claire to whatever domestic activities at which a genteel lady was expected to gain proficiency.

“It gets him used tae feelin’ somethin’ upon his back, and tae catching sight of it in the corner o’ his eye,” Jamie explained as he scratched the colt behind one ear.

“That makes sense, since horses have near three-hundred-and-sixty-degree peripheral vision.”

Seeing the Highlander’s look of bewilderment, Claire hastened to explain.

“That means they can see almost directly behind…”

“I ken what it means, Sassenach,” Jamie interrupted.  “I’m jes surprised tae hear ye say it.  Why do ye ken sae much about horses, if ye dinna mind me askin’?”

Claire considered lying, used as she was to male ridicule when she mentioned her interest in veterinary medicine.  Instead, she decided to trust Jamie with her covert passion.

Instead of responding straight away, he continued to caress the colt, a far-off look in his seafaring eyes. A nod, as though striking a bargain with some invisible arbiter, and he replied with,

“Aye, that’s grand.”

“Grand?” Claire stuttered open-mouthed.  “You don’t mean to lecture me about how it’s unsuitable for a woman and that I’ll never secure a husband if I pursue a profession?”

Jamie shrugged away her rhetorical concerns.

“I reckon ye ken better than anyone wha’ yer suited for or no’. And as fer a husband,” he added with a boyish grin, “ye’ll jes have tae find a man wi’ a herd o’ sickly beasts.”

***

Hamlet flourished under Jamie’s thoughtful care, each day seeing the young colt grow more and more comfortable with the accoutrements of being a saddle horse.  Within a week, he was accepting the bit in his mouth and surcingle around his ribs with only a few placid flicks of his expressive ears.

“He really is a handsome lad,” Claire commented as they sat on the paddock fence watching their charge canter about after his lesson, enjoying his renewed freedom.

“Aye.  Does yer father plan tae race him?”  Most days, Jamie managed to forget that the horse he was working was worth more than a lifetime of his labour, but just then it was making his wame a bit queasy.

Claire scoffed.  “My father neither knows nor cares the tiniest jot for horse racing.  He only bought him so that some other wealthy landowner could not.  For Henry Beauchamp, it’s the appearance of things that matters, nothing else.”

Despite his own feelings about his employer, Jamie felt compelled to defend the man, if only to erase the forlorn look from his daughter’s face.

“I’m certain he cares fer ye greatly, Claire,” Jamie declared, reaching out to initiate contact with the petal-soft skin on the back of her hand for the first time.

“I used to believe so.  Now I know I’m just another one of his objects on display.”

***

It rained in miserable torrents for the next three days.  Claire was confined to the manor, and Jamie, Donas and Rollo were occupied moving the estate’s livestock to drier pastures. Accustomed as he was to the docile longhorn cattle native to the mountain glens, the Highlander had his hands full with Netherton’s herd of Angus cows, wily and fractious beasts that delighted in escaping any enclosure.  He ended each day tired, waterlogged and as irritable as the animals he cared for.   The fact that he missed spending time with Claire and Hamlet only added to his sour mood.

On the evening of the third night, he stood in the stables beneath the orange parabola cast by an oil lamp, carefully wiping Donas dry with a cloth rag.  The gelding leaned into his touch, whickering softly.  Claire stopped, undetected, just inside the door and watched the stable hand’s strong features caressed by flame and shadow.  

In Victorian society, men styled their hair and grew elaborate facial hair.  By contrast, the Highlander’s natural russet waves and closely shaven beard were an anachronism, but no less appealing for it.  His body was tall and lean, with the tautly coiled intensity of a cat, and his hands as he groomed his horse were a juxtaposition of rough and gentle. Despite the chill of her damp clothes, she could feel prickles of heat rising beneath her skin, foreign and delicious.

She must have made a noise loud enough to be heard over the percussive rain on the metal roof, or else he could sense the heaviness of her stare, for he looked up and their eyes met for the first time in days.  She watched his lips part and expel an indistinct word that nonetheless echoed in her rushing pulse.

“Sassenach,” Jamie shook his head as though waking from a daydream.  “What are ye doin’ out in this uplowsin?  Ye’re fair drookit.”

Claire turned the unfamiliar words around in her mind, searching for their meaning.  Considering the weather and the miserable state of her hair, uplowsin and drookit were easy enough to work out.

“What’s a sass-en-ack?  You’ve called me that before.”

Jamie blushed so fiercely that he was surprised steam didn’t begin rising from his damp clothing.

“Tis a Highland word fer a Lowlander, or an English person such as yerself,” he prevaricated, leaving out the part about the word being a close cousin to an expletive.  Based on the shrewd gleam in Claire’s golden eyes, she’d already guessed.

“Well, I suppose I cannot fault your observations,” she conceded graciously, letting him off his self-baited hook.  “But I’ll have you know I was born on Scottish soil, somewhere along the road between here and Dundee.”

An expression of timeworn grief darkened her pretty features, and Jamie didn’t have to ask how a gentlewoman came to be born on the route to the nearest doctor.

“Would ye like tae help me feed the horses their supper?” he asked instead.

The stables grew warm from the body heat of their occupants. Jamie tossed sheaves of hay down from the loft while Claire gamely scooped rations of grain into feed troughs and topped up pails with cold water from the well.  All the while, stories were traded back and forth about two childhoods lived not forty miles apart and yet so vastly different they may well have been from different centuries.

With Jamie’s chores completed and the hour growing late, the pair ran out of excuses to remain sequestered away in the refuge of the stables.  Rain continued to lash the roof and Jamie cast his gaze about for a means of protecting Claire from the elements as she returned to the manor.

“Take my coat, Sassenach,” he offered when no other alternative presented itself.

“What are you going to wear?” she protested.  “As far as I can tell, the rain is just as wet between here and the bunkhouse.”

Gracious the lady of the manor might be, but submissive she was not.

“I’m from the Highlands, lass.  A wee bit o’ rain doesna bother me.”  

This was an outright falsehood, but Jamie felt gallantry justified the lie.

“I’m not some fragile bauble made from spun sugar who will dissolve into a puddle.  It’s just water, Jamie.”

“And tis jes an overcoat, Claire.”

They stood staring at each other across ten feet of stone floor. Even in the dim lamplight, Jamie could make out the pretty flush of anger on Claire’s skin, the rapid rise and fall of her bosom and the inky dilation of her pupils.  It stirred something in him he was used to suppressing, something base and a little bit feral.

“I suppose,” she conceded when their stand-off showed no signs of ending, “you could come with me to the manor.  That way, I could return the coat to you straight away.”

Jamie consciously loosened his shoulders.  Provoking the lass was counter-productive, no matter how lovely she was in her pique.

“An’ I suppose we could drape it o’er our heads, so we both dinna get wet,” he allowed.

Like a fast-moving storm, the clouds of Claire’s ire parted, and her laughter rang out like a ray of sunshine.

“Well, that’s one calamity averted.  With our combined intellects, no petty obstacle will stand in our way!”

“Aye,” Jamie chuckled as he huddled as close to her shoulder as he dared and stretched one coat tail over her head with his long arm.  “We make a braw team.  Stubborn as oxen, the both o’ us.”

“The trick is to ensure we’re always pulling in the same direction.”

***

After two weeks of preparation, the day Jamie would attempt to ride Hamlet finally arrived.  He first lunged the colt in endless circles, trying to exhaust his youthful energy. With Claire holding the bridle, he then carefully lowered a saddle onto the glossy black back and tightened the girth in careful increments.  Sensing the nervousness of his handlers, Hamlet pivoted his ears forward and back but was otherwise still.

Aunt Rosemary and Mrs. Crook had both come down to the corral to witness the momentous occasion.  Even Rollo had joined them, his head cocked to one side in apparent interest.  It seemed fitting to offer some form of encouragement, but the addition of onlookers to their usual trio made Claire shy. Instead, she joined the other women outside the fence, fingers gripping the top rail, as Jamie led the colt over to the mounting block.

With a surprising amount of nimbleness for such a large man, the stock hand lowered himself onto Hamlet’s back for the first time. Bending low, he spoke softly near the horse’s ear.  Although she couldn’t hear the words, Claire knew they would be in Gaelic, the language Jamie spoke in his heart.

With a gentle nudge and encouraging cluck, Hamlet began a sedate walk around the enclosure.  As he rode by, Jamie took a moment to send a cockeyed wink in Claire’s direction.  Everything was going exceptionally well, and he couldn’t help feeling a tiny bit smug.

Pride goeth before the fall, as any good Presbyterian would concur. After several easy laps of the corral, Jamie encouraged the colt into a trot.  Less at ease with fifteen stone of man bouncing on top of his sensitive spine, Hamlet’s ears flattened against his poll and his tail began to swish violently. The afternoon breeze conspired to blow an oak leaf from a nearby tree, and that was all it took to send the anxious animal into a panic.

From her spot beyond the fence, Claire watched the whole scene unfold like a savage pantomime.  First, Hamlet veered sharply to his left, causing Jamie to clamp down on the colt’s flanks to maintain his balance.  In reaction, the frightened horse broke into a gallop, but the tight confines of the corral hemmed him in.  By that time, Rollo was barking, and Mrs. Crook was crying out in fright while covering her eyes.  With every instinct urging escape, Hamlet spun once more, ran straight across the ring at a gallop and sailed over the five-foot fence that separated the corral from a neighbouring field.  With the sickening thud of a bag of bones hitting the ground, Jamie fell face down into the dirt and didn’t rise again.

***

A loud, repetitive noise dragged Jamie from the abyss of dreamless sleep.  Keeping his eyes shuttered against the pain of the morning sun, he gathered his cloudy thoughts.  His mouth was as wooly as an old sock.  His head, the apparent source of the clanging noise, felt like the anvil of a busy blacksmith.  Everything from his eyebrows to his toenails ached.  It reminded him of the one time he’d drank too much of Murtagh’s whisky.

“Good morning,” Claire greeted far too loudly as she entered the bunkhouse carrying a tray of food.  “It’s nice of you to rejoin the living.”

Painfully aware that he was in his bunk wearing only his workshirt and that he desperately needed to take a piss, Jamie gingerly lifted himself to a seated position beneath his blanket.  The wood paneled walls of the room swam in his vision.

“What happened?” he croaked as softly as he could manage.

“You don’t remember?  You came off the colt and hit your head.  How many fingers am I holding up?”

Ignoring Claire’s attempt at being a nursemaid, the Highlander took stock of his own injuries.  His whole right side was bruised to the point that it hurt to breathe.  Possibly a broken rib or two.  Judging by the tenderness of his cheek, he’d lost some skin as well. Worst of all, though, was his dignity. He’d undertaken the breaking of the young horse as a demonstration of his manhood, and here he lay abed like an ailing bairn.

“Where’s Hamlet?” he finally thought to ask.  God help him if Beauchamp’s thousand-pound horse was wandering the vale of Ericht for anyone to steal.

“We caught him,” Claire replied, sounding very self-satisfied.

“Is he alright?”

“Flighty, but not otherwise harmed.  The drovers are expected back tomorrow, but he should be fine by then.  If not, we’ve decided how to handle my father.”

Jamie rolled onto his side with a grimace, needing to look directly at his erstwhile co-conspirator.

“Who’s we?” he asked, already knowing the answer and hating it.

“Mrs. Crook, Aunt Rosemary and I.  No-one else knew you were working the colt, and as far as my father is concerned, he could just as well have been set off by a pack of wild dogs or a thunderstorm.”

“Aye, but he wasn’t, was he?” Jamie growled, suddenly much less pleased to be deceiving his employer if it meant being complicit in a web of lies.

“Well, what would you have us do?  Tell him his Highland labourer took it upon himself to endanger his prized colt?”

“Took it upon myself?!”  Jamie felt his shame, fear and vexation congeal into raw fury.  “Ye damn near goaded me tae break tha’ horse, woman.  An’ now ye expect me tae cower behind yer skirts like I’m the one who’s tae blame!  I’d sooner swing from my own noose, ye meddlin’ wee besom!”

As his voice rose, so did the twin flames in Claire’s fierce gaze. By the time she reacted, he could practically feel their heat singeing his skin.  The tray of food landed with a crash on the floor between them.

“You are a foolish boy, Jamie Fraser.”  

With those damning words and a swish of her skirts, Claire left him alone with his self-recrimination and a pile of broken crockery.

[scotianostra]

Singer Jean Redpath was born in Edinburgh on 28th April 1937.

Revered as a Scottish musical treasure for her knowledge, understanding and research into traditional music, and her uniquely sensitive interpretations of some of the great ballads, she made more than 50 records, including seven LPs of Robbie Burns’s songs, and was an authority on traditional song, LP’s are what we used to call albums by the way, meaning log players!

In the early Sixties she shared an apartment with Bob Dylan at the epicentre of the American folk revival in Greenwich Village.

Jean Redpath disliked the term “folk singer”, insisting: “I avoid it like the plague. In fact, I avoid putting a label on anything. I just like to sing – it’s an easier form of communication to me than talking.”

She had no formal training and said the best advice she ever received was when she sought the help of a singing coach, to be told that if she wanted to improve, the best thing she could do was go away and sing for 20 years the way she was doing already.

Jean spent a decade as a lecturer in Scottish folk song at Stirling University, as well as performing in venues across the including U.S. and to Canada, and played venues in South America, Hong Kong, and Australia’s Sydney Opera House, she also performed often at the Edinburgh Folk Festival. In 1996 she launched the Burns International Festival, and in 2011 was appointed artist-in-residence at the University of Edinburgh’s Department of Celtic and Scottish Studies.

In 2014 Jean was diagnosed with cancer and died later that year in a hospice in Tucson, Arizona.

I love singers like Jean that kept Scottish song alive, I also the singers that can sing with no musical accompaniment, here Jean does this with Highland Harry’s back again, a song made famous by Robert Burns, who said of it he picked up the chorus of the song — ‘My Harry was a gallant gay’ — 'from an old woman in *Dumblane; the rest of the song is mine’. The song, like many of the ones Jean sang has Jacobite theme, listen to the musical warm in Jeans voice, it’s beautiful……….

I make  no apologies for posting my favourite song by Jean,  The Bonnie Lass O Fyvie  was the very first Scottish folk song I learned to sing, I think I was about 10 or 11 and it was at a concert at primary school, I have been a dan of the song ever since.

 There once was a troop o' Irish dragoons Cam marching doon through Fyvie-o And the captain's fa'en in love wi' a very bonnie lass And her name it was ca'd pretty Peggy-o There's many a bonnie lass in the Howe o Auchterless There's many a bonnie lass in the Garioch There's many a bonnie Jean in the streets of Aiberdeen But the floower o' them aw lies in Fyvie-o O come doon the stairs, Pretty Peggy, my dear Come doon the stairs, Pretty Peggy-o Come doon the stairs, comb back your yellow hair Bid a last farewell to your mammy-o The colonel he cried, mount, boys, mount, boys, mount The captain, he cried, tarry-o O tarry yet a while, just another day or twa Til I see if the bonnie lass will marry-o Twas in the early morning, when we marched awa And O but the captain he was sorry-o The drums they did beat o'er the bonnie braes o' Gight And the band played the bonnie lass of Fyvie-o Long ere we came to the Howe of Auchterless We had our captain to carry-o And long ere we won into the streets of Aberdeen We had our captain to bury-o Green grow the birks on bonnie Ythanside And low lie the lowlands of Fyvie-o The captain's name was Ned and he died for a maid He died for the bonnie lass of Fyvie-o I never did intend a soldier's lady for to be A soldier shall never enjoy me-o I never did intend to gae tae a foreign land And I never will marry a soldier-o It's braw, aye it's braw, a captain's lady for to be And it's braw to be a captain's lady-o It's braw to ride around and to follow the camp And to ride when your captain he is ready-o

[rebelwrites]

Not Such A Secret Now

Chibs Telford x Reader

Requested by @purpleobjectcollector // Could I ask for prompt number 13 with Chibs Telford. Where the reader and Chibs meet in Ireland (reader is Irish). She works for Sambel as a barman to pay for her nurse studies. When she finally gets her diploma, she moves to Charming to work at St Thomas. She sees the sons quite a few times in the hospital, and because they remember her they invite her to some parties. She becomes friends with Lyla so she is around the Sons a lot and a relationship starts to build with Chibs, they decide to hide it. Which can be sometimes hard due to the obvious tension between the two and Tig (who figured it out) who teases him by hitting on the reader on purpose. Finally, one day, Chibs has enough and kiss/tell the reader I loves her/or other thing in front of all the guys. And when one the boys ask what's happening then prompt 13. Prompt: “It was supposed to be a secret!”

A/N okay so I know this is short compared to the request but I went with the actual reveal of the relationship rather than the backstory

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Never in a million years did you think you would move from Ireland but here you were in the middle of Charming, falling fast and hard for the Scot. You had been dating for about six months now but no one knew. All you wanted to do was scream it from the rooftop but Chibs wanted to keep it on the down low for your protection.

“What’s up pretty lady?” Tig smirked as he draped his arm across your shoulder kissing your cheek.

Tig knew what the deal was, well he thought he knew. The tension between you and Chibs was so thick it was obvious. So he decided to have a little bit of fun to push his brother to grow some balls.

“Trager” you laughed “what do you want?”

“Well you see a pretty doll like yourself shouldn’t be alone” he grinned knowing Chibs was within earshot. “Someone of your caliber I am really surprised that you have been claimed yet”

“Thanks for making me sound like an object” you laughed.

“Oh you are more than an object” he nodded “you see if you were mine, I would scream it from the rooftop, everyone would know. I would shower you with gift every chance I got. I definitely wouldn’t keep the world from knowing”

“Wait you know?” You asked quietly.

“Yes doll I know” he whispered in your ear “have for a while now, and I’m trying to make him grow some balls”

“Well it’s working” you giggled.

Before you had a chance to say anything you felt yourself being pulled away from Tig and a pair of soft lips came crashing onto yours. Automatically you wrapped your arms around Chibs’ neck, tangling your hands in his hair as he deepened the kiss. Both of you ignoring the cheers and whistles of his brothers.

“Wait what the fuck” Jax shouted as he walked in to see what to commotion was. “What’s going on?”

“These two are dating have been for a while” Tig grinned.

“It was supposed to be a secret” you laughed resting your forehead against Chibs’

“Aye but not much of a secret now lass” Chibs laughed “and a think it’s about time a took ye on a proper date”

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[the-pirate-gang]

Okay first of all, WHO DIDN’T TELL ME I WASN’T WEARIN’ ME SKULL PIN?! Ye know how embarrassin’ that is?! Geez...

Secondly, the captain still hasn’t found his phone. I’m not even sure he knows it’s gone yet.

Now that I look at it, I’m pretty sure this is me old phone. Does the captain know that he can just get a new phone without havin’ to use me old one? Man he’s old.

Anyways, I just wanted to do a small update. Nothin’ much has happened. Ye know, same old same old. The weather’s nice I guess. Maybe I could convince the captain to take us out sailin’ later I don’t know.

Well that’s all I wanted to say and if anythin’ interestin’ happens I’ll let-

Darryl quickly grabbed the phone out of Penny’s hand and glared as she spun around, teeth baring, ready to confront who ever dare to take something from her. Her anger quickly turned to panic as she saw the captain standing there with his arms crossed.

“So this is where me phone went?” Darryl said, holding up the phone. Penny gulped as she tried to come up with a excuse.

“Captain I was just lookin’ for ye! I found ye phone and was just about to give it to ye!” Penny said innocently, kind of proud of how quickly she came up with that lie, but of course Darryl didn’t buy it.

“Penny, why did ye take me phone? Ye have a perfectly good one yeself, so why take mine?” Darryl asked, ignoring Penny’s blatant lie.

‘Looks like there’s no gettin’ around the old robot this time huh?’ Penny thought to herself.

Penny sighed “Alright fine, I wanted to run the blog for awhile okay.”

Darryl rubbed his eye with his free hand “Penny ye know ye could of just asked.”

“Yeah, but ye was busy! And I didn’t want to interrupt ye so I uh... "borrowed" ye phone." Penny said, putting on the best innocent smile she could muster.

"Penny," Darryl said as he put his hands on his hips "not only will ye be doin’ ye chores today, but Tick's as well."

Penny's smile dropped.

"WHAT?!" Penny yelled.

"Ye heard me lassie!" he said firmly. "It should teach ye right for takin’ me things without me permission! And to think I was goin’ to take us out sailin’ later! Guess we're not going to do that now, are we?!" Darryl yelled back, letting his anger get the best of him.

"What?! No sailin’?"

Darryl and Penny quickly turn to the source of the voice only to see Tick standing by the door that leads to the living area.

"Tick! How long have ye been standin’ there?" Darryl said.

"Um... for awhile now actually." Tick said in his garbled speech, shoulders tensed as his eyes darted nervously between Darryl and Penny.

Both of them started to awkwardly shift in place knowing Tick had just heard them yelling at each other. Besides brawling, Tick never really liked to see people fight, especially them.

They all stood there in awkward silence for a few seconds when Tick decided to break it.

"So what were ye guys fightin’ about?" he asked, stepping a bit closer to them.

"Well when I was draggin’ ye back to ye room, Penny here though it would be a good idea to snatch me phone while I was distracted" Darryl said, narrowing his eye at Penny who responded by sticking her tongue out at him.

Tick shook his head and looked at Penny “Really Penny? Ye know ye could of just asked for it.”

“Yeah, I know.” Penny grumbled, crossing her arms.

Tick gave Penny a disappointed look before he turned his attention back to Darryl. 

“Hey uh Dad? Sorry for makin’ ya drag me to me room again. I really didn’t mean to fall asleep.” Tick said, looking down in embarrassment.  

Darryl rubbed the back of his head and sighed “Nah its fine Tick, just next time if ye start to feel sleepy while stargazin’, go to ye room okay?”

Tick look back up with his signature smile “Okay Dad! Next time for sure!” Tick beamed.

Penny stood there shocked “Oh! So when he gets in trouble it be okay?”

“Lassie, I think accidentally sleepin’ on the deck is less of a crime than stealin’” Darryl said, looking sternly at Penny, who turned away from him and grumbled something under her breath.

“Well at least I have some good news. Congrats Tick, because of Penny ye don’t have to do any of ye chores today.” Darryl said looking at Tick.

“Wait really!? AWESOME!!!” Tick exclaimed, bouncing in place.

Penny rolled her eyes as Tick quickly crossed the deck and headed to the ramp that lead to the shore.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa there Tick! Where do ye think yer goin’?”

Tick froze in place and turned his head to see Darryl walking over to him with a confused look. 

“Ye said I don’t have any chores, so I’m headin’ to the main park.” Tick said innocently. Darryl slowed his pace as his confusion faded.

“Oh alright then. Just next time tell me where ya headin' instead of runnin' off to who knows where." Darryl said, patting Tick's shoulder.

"Actually Dad before I leave, can I run the blog for a bit? Since ye know, Penny already had a turn." Tick asked. Darryl thought for a moment, looking at the phone that was still in his hands. He looked a Tick and handed him the phone.

"Just take care of it alright?" Darryl said.

Tick nodded happily and continued on his way.

"OH COME ON REALLY!?" Penny exclaimed.

"Hey! At least he asked!" Darryl said back.

Both Penny and Darryl watched as he slowly made his way towards the main park. Penny smirked.

“I bet he’s goin’ to see 8-Bit, or Lou” she said, earning a chuckle from Darryl.

“Well, ye know how he feels about them”  he said, tuning on his heel and headed towards the door labeled “Captains Quarters”. Penny watched him for a second before she sighed.

“Hey um, Captain?” Darryl stopped and turned to Penny,waiting for her to continue. She shifted awkwardly before she spoke again.

“I’m um... I’m sorry” Penny said.

“Lassie, sayin’ yer sorry ain’t gonna get ye out of yer pinishment.” Darryl said

"No not that, it be for um... it be for when I yelled at ye at Barley's" Penny said, looking down in shame.

Darryl looked confused for a moment when the memory hit him like a train. Ah, that night. He was telling one of his famous pirate stories. Everyone loved it... well at least he thought everyone loved it.

Darryl sighed "Look lassie ye don't-"

"Well I am!" Penny interrupted "I should have never yelled at ye like that! I don't even know why I got embarrassed! It wasn't even that bad! And I know ye love ta' tell ye stories that way a-and I feel terrible that I-I was the one that made ye stop a-and-" Penny was cut off when Darryl wrapped his arms around her.

"It be okay Penny. It was a long time ago. I forgive ye." Darryl said, hugging her a little tighter and Penny gladly retuned the hug. They stayed like that for a few minutes, neither wanting to let go.

"How long has it been since we lasted hugged?" Penny asked. Darryl chuckled sadly.

"Too long." he said. After a few more seconds they eventually let go of each other and Darryl could see Penny quickly rubbing her eyes.

"Aw lassie please don't cry." Darryl said. Penny smiled a little.

"Do ye feel bad enough ta' not make me do me chores?" Penny said, trying her best to sound innocent.

Darryl couldn't stay mad at Penny and if he could he would have smiled "Don't think yer getting out of it that easily."

"Darn!" Penny said jokingly, making them both laugh.

"..."

"Well how about this lass. If ye finish all the chores before the sunsets, I'll take us out sailin'" Darryl said. Penny's eyes shined as a big smile grew across her face.

"REALLY?!"

"But ye better hurry! Even though it be the mornin' those chores ain't gonna do themselves!" Darryl said, feeling the excitement radiating off of Penny.

"Okay Dad! Right away Dad!" she said, hugging Darryl one last time before running off to get her chores started.

Darryl stood there for a moment.

‘Dad’ he thought ‘Hasn’t called me that in a while either’

Darryl looked at the ocean as a cool ocean breeze passed by. Yup today really is a good day for sailing.

[thewildomega]

Second Chance Ch.13

The first thing you noticed as you came to was the strong scent of Edward. That cedar smell mixed with the saltiness of the sea and something that was all him. Parting your still heavy eyes you could make out his chest and neck, some golden strands of hair laying across his skin. There was only a little bit of early morning light but you glanced up to his face to see him still sleeping, his eyes closed and his face relaxed. Smiling at the handsome giant as the memories from last night flooded your mind you felt an immense warmth spread in your chest. He loved you, he had told you he loved you and you loved him. Blushing you let out a soft sigh before going to ease out of the bed, just now realizing you would have to crawl off the end or over top of him since the bed was against the wall on what was apparently your side. However you were quickly stopped when a strong arm pulled you back down. 

Humming he wrapped his arms around the woman and held her to his chest, turning back over to his side. "Too early to get up lass." he told her with his eyes still closed, his voice thick with sleep. 

"Don't you want breakfast?" smiling softly at how cuddly he was being. 

"Mmmmm. Rather have you here in my arms." 

Giggling you pushed your face into his chest and hugged him. With the sound of his strong heart and his soothing warmth you quickly felt yourself falling back asleep but shook your head some and moved to try and wiggle out of his arms, you had things to do today. Hearing a deep groan you sighed as he only tightened his arms, wrapping his legs around your own. "Ed I have to get up." 

"No." 

"I have to. I have to help Mrs. Gia organize her store." 

Lifting his lip he continued holding her, "Why?"

"Because she was telling me and Zella the other day how she hadn't done it in years and how it needed to be done, how she was dreading it because her back and knees ache so much afterwards." you explained. 

"Still doesn't explain why you have to do it." 

Turning him to his back you lifted your head to look down at him. "Because I don't mind and it's the right thing to do." 

Humming he looked up at her. "Old bat's back might not hurt so bad if she hadn't have chased me all over the island when I was little, beating me with the broom." 

Giggling you propped up on his wide chest and looked down at him. "I'm sure you deserved it." 

Tilting his head he smirked, "Probably, I put a skunk in her store once, place stunk for a week." 

"That's so mean." you laughed. 

Chuckling he smiled up at her bed hair and her sparkling eyes, her large smile. Keith had told him once at the bar how he was happy to see her smiling so much now, something apparently she had never done that much before he had showed up. She looked beautiful to him and a swell of pride came over him when he remembered last night. She loved him and he loved her. He had loved her for a while but it was nice to be able to tell her and know his feelings were reprocritated. "What's something bad you have done darling?" 

Humming you tried to think back. "When I was living with my grandparents they used to make fun of me for my hair not being as nice as their family's line so I poured out their shampoo and refilled the bottle up with Nair." Seeing his confusion on the product you grinned, "Hair remover." When his eyes went wide and he laughed you nodded, "Yea it was pretty bad, it didn't even all come off evenly it was like big patches for the both of them... my grandfather had this long goatee and yea that got it too." 

Laughing he smiled up at her. "Is Zella helping you as well?" he asked and saw her nod. "Do you know about what time you will be done?"

"Should be a little after lunch. Why?"

"No reason." he lied. 

"Your sons should be here by tonight shouldn't they?" 

"Yes." Humming he reached up to brush her hair back, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "I'm excited for them to meet you." 

"I'm excited too, a little nervous but excited." you admitted. 

"You don't need to be nervous, they will love you." Seeing her smile softly and look down he knew she still felt nervous and he understood, meeting new people made most people nervous but he also had a hunch she also felt that way because of her own insecurities.

"Maybe I'll just have to make pizza to win them over like I did Marco." you told him and heard him laugh. 

.......................................

Wiping the sweat from your brow you restacked the items on the now clean shelves. Once you were done you stood back and smiled, giving a firm nod. 

"It looks wonderful dear, thank you, both of you." Mrs. Gia spoke. 

Smiling you looked down to the elderly woman. "You're welcome. Glad to be able to help. If you ever need anything else just let me know." 

"Yes." Zella smiled, nodding as well.

Leaving the store you walked back beside Zella towards the market when she said she needed to pick up a few things. Talking about this and that you agreed on the both of you cooking for everyone tonight. Deciding on curry since it was rather easy and could be made into a large batch. You were just in the middle of going over the list with her when you felt a hand wrap around your waist. Startling a bit you snapped your eyes over to see Ed standing there smiling. 

"All done with the store?" he asked and saw both of the women nod. "Good. Mind if I take y/n away Zella dear?" he asked his daughter. 

Smiling Zella looked up to her father in law, "Not at all." 

"I'll be there to help you later okay." you told her and saw her smile and nod. 

Spinning her around he walked her towards the sea. 

"Where are we going?" you asked. 

"It's a secret lass." he told her with a smile, taking her hands and spinning her around to his back. 

Smiling as he carried you you kept your arms wrapped around his neck, his large, warm hands holding your thighs. "So what have you been up to all morning?"

"Helped Marco get things ready for when Izo, Vista and Jozu arrive." 

"Me and Zella are going to make curry for supper." you told him and heard him hum making you smile. You had quickly found out it was one of his favorite foods. 

"Sounds good darlin'." Coming up on the Whaleship he felt her head perk up some. "Hold on."

Tightening your hands you leaned closer into him as he jumped off the rocks and onto the deck of the ship. You still had no idea how he managed to jump so high, even being as large as he was. Once his feet were on the deck he swung you around to his front but didn't put you down. Now even with his eyes you smiled softly, a light blush coming to your face at the way he was looking at you. "You know, you keep carrying me around all the time and people will think I'm a cripple." you joked. 

"Let em' think whatever they want. I hold you because I'm afraid if I let go I'll wake up and you will have been nothing but a dream."

Hearing his sweet words made that fluttering in your chest increase tenfold and before you could think twice you were pressing a kiss to his cheek. Realizing what you had done you pulled away and kept your eyes from his. Swallowing hard you chanced a glance up to his face and saw he was still looking at you, his warm yellow eyes now softer if possible. "I won't disappear until you want me to." 

"That's never gonna happen." he assured her in a deep voice. Seeing her give him that gentle smile he sighed. Remembering what he had planned he carried her over to the middle of the deck and set her down but kept his hand on her back. 

Looking over the top deck of the ship you grinned then looked up at him. "So the Moby Dick was kinda like this one?"

Nodding he looked down to her at his side. "For the most part, the Moby Dick was larger and the whale on the front was white instead of blue. This one is also a paddleship where mine wasn't." Seeing her nod he took a deep breath as the memories came back to him, the memories of that day. When he heard her speaking he snapped out of his thoughts and looked down to see a look of concern on her beautiful face. 

"You okay?" you asked him, worried when he had zoned out and a darkness overcame his eyes. 

Taking a deep breath he nodded. "Just a lot of memories lass. Now what was it you asked before?"

Still looking at him for a moment you saw that light return and turned your eyes back to the ship. "I asked if most ships have the same layout?"

"Depends really, I've come across some that are completely different but all of mine mostly had the same." Glancing up to the deck and then back down to her he smiled, "Come on, I'll give you the tour." he told her and saw her smile. 

For the next hour he showed you around the ship. He took you all over the deck, telling you what each thing did before you both moved bellow deck. Seeing the cargo hold which you noted was full of barrels and wooden crates along with cloth bags you were walking around with him when something bumped your foot. Reaching down you picked it up and saw it was a coconut and grinned before holding out for him to take. 

"I told them boys to stop leaving shit out like that." he grumbled, finding the create with the coconuts in it and dropping it back inside. Turning back he saw her smiling and grinned. "What?"

"Nothing. You just... well you sound like a dad." you told him with a smile that grew hen you saw him blush lightly. Feeling his large hand come back to your back, taking up the whole lower half you walked with him towards another area. There was the brig which he told you mostly stayed empty.

"I used to lock the boys in there though if they started fussing too much, made em' stay in there until they sorted it out." he told her and heard her laugh.

The large room on the second deck held a mess hall where everyone ate, beside it being the kitchen. There was the crew quarters, a large room filled with bunkbeds and dressers. A floor that he referred to as the gun room, cannons and such lining the walls. Other rooms were here and there each having their own purpose until he opened the door to a room in the back of the ship...

"And this is the captain's quarters." opening the door and allowing her to step inside before he moved in behind her. He had already looked over the ship the week they had arrived back in his world so he knew everything was in order. 

Looking over the large room you saw a desk, a couch, a wardrobe and a large bed. They were all made of the same dark wood, the couch a deep blue color matching the bedding. It was all simple but nice. "Was your cabin like this as well?" you asked as you looked at everything, your eyes finding refuge on the wall that held many built in shelves lined with books and other things. 

"For the most part. Bed was a bit bigger and I had a little more things inside." he told her. Looking down at her he saw her eyes looking over it all, taking it in. When her eyes looked to the bookcase he saw delight fill them and grinned, he knew she loved books. Oddly though he noticed her stay right where she had been standing beside him and tilted his head. She had been the same way in his home, she never went out of her way to touch anything other than when she was straightening up. Now that he thought of it if someone was to go into his home they wouldn't even be able to tell she lived there. Did she not feel comfortable? He knew that she had never been welcome anywhere growing up and now that he thought back he realized she never called her own house, home. She had always referred to it as 'the house'. He didn't want her to feel like that with him. He wanted his home to be their home. He knew her well enough to know that he couldn't just tell her that though. Blinking he saw her still looking to the books and placed his hand on her back to give her a small push forward. 

Looking to him when he pushed you, you saw him with his head tilted forward a bit and a relaxed grin on his face. Turning back to the books you slowly walked over to them and read over the different colored spines. 

Seeing her so caught up with the books he chuckled softly and moved over to sit in the chair at the desk. Glancing over the paperwork there he was looking at the maps when he saw her out of the corner of his eye walking towards him. Seeing her holding a book he rose a brow, "What caught your attention darling?" 

 Walking over to him you held out the green book and went to tell him when you were lifted up and placed down on his lap. Feeling your cheeks and neck catch fire you raised your eyes to him and saw him just grinning like he was. Feeling a warmth in your pelvis you bit the inside of your lip. Swallowing thickly you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and looked down to the book, holding it out for him to take. 

"The history of the underwater world" he read aloud. This one wasn't his, must have been one of his sons'. Humming he held it back to her. "Fishman Island has a interesting history, should be a good read." 

"Fishman Island?"

"An island at the bottom of the sea, it's where the fishmen and mer race live." 

Smiling you took hold of the book but kept your eyes on him. "Mer race, like mermaids? Your son Namur is a fishman right? Have you ever ben there? What's it like?"

Chuckling at her interest he wrapped his arm around her, placing his hand on her hip and pulling her more into him. She had relaxed now, her eyes shining in excitement as she looked to him. "Yes lass, mermaid and fishmen alike live there. Namur is a whitetip shark fishman, all of them can be different types. Been there many times, in fact it used to be one of my territories..." 

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Getting out plates and such you set the table, your hands shaking. Marco had went to meet his brothers at the port while Zella had went to make other arrangements. From what Marco had said he thought it would be best if he had a moment to talk to his brothers before he brought them over to see their alive father. So here you were trying to help get everything set up so all of you could have supper. Ed had went to take a shower after you had said you had everything under control. Truthfully you were still very nervous about meeting three more of his sons. Even more so now that the both of you had confessed your love to one another. You weren't sure if Marco knew yet, if Ed had told him anything but he had at least been able to meet you before hand. Ed had said that they would love you but he couldn't know for sure. If they didn't like you, you weren't sure what you would do. You would never make him choose between his family and you. No. If for some reason they didn't like you or you being here made things awkward then you would have no choice but to leave. Just the thought made your heart constrict painfully and your eyes water a little. Closing your eyes you took a deep breath, silently begging that they liked you. 

Quickly looking over everything you made sure everything was perfect before going back into the kitchen to wash up the few dishes. So caught up in your thoughts you didn't hear the door open or the voices before a very deep voice spoke, startling you and making your hands jerk, the knife you had been washing slicing open your palm. 

"Who the hell are you?" 

Snapping your eyes behind you to the opening you saw a group of men there, Edward's sons. Quickly grabbing the rag to wrap around your hand you clenched it in a tight fist and held it behind your back. Knowing them from the pictures you knew the tall one was Jozu, Izo was the one dressed in the kimono and vista had the curled mustache. Quickly noting that Marco wasn't with them nor Zella you looked to all of their confused and possibly angry faces. Instantly all of your self doubts came smashing back into your mind and you felt your heart hammer in your chest. 

"Who are you and what are you doing in our pop's house?" Jozu asked in a gruff voice. 

Swallowing hard you opened your mouth to speak when you were cut off, this time by Vista. 

"Jozu don't be so gruff with the young lady..."

"Shut it Vista. I want to know who she thinks she is making herself at home in our late father's house." 

"I agree I would like to know whos she is." Izo spoke. 

"Is this what Marco said he needed to speak to us about?"

"Maybe that's why he didn't want us coming in yet..."

Looking from one to the other as they spoke you licked your lips. 

"I don't care who she is I don't want her staying here." 

Curling up a bit you could feel your hands starting to shake again, it was what you were afraid of, they didn't like you. 

"What is your name?"

"Jozu you're scaring the poor girl."

"M...my name is..." you started in a whisper but were cut off again. 

"Speak up woman..."

"THAT IS ENOUGH!"

Snapping your eyes over to where the voice had come from behind them you saw Ed standing there. He stood tall, his large arms crossed over his wide chest that was bare per usual, his damp hair falling down his shoulders. He wore his tan pants with his scarf tied about his waste but his feet you noticed were bare. Looking back up to his face you saw his brows and lips set in a firm line. His yellow eyes were still warm but there was also this edge about them. He looked dangerous and you found yourself blushing as you realized the warmth settling in your pelvis. 

"P...pops?" The three said in unison, their voices breaking.

"I told you three to wait a damn minute!" Marco grumbled.

"That's not..."

"How..."

"No... no it can't be..."

"Maybe he's a zombie?"

"He can't be a zombie he's not even old anymore."

Hearing his sons all start conversating with themselves and then turning on Marco he rolled his eyes and looked back to see her still standing by the sink. She looked stiff and her eyes were focused on the floor. Taking a breath he walked across the room, past the men still bickering and over in front of her. Curling his finger under her chin he lifted her eyes to his. 

Slowly raising your eyes to his you took notice of the drops of water running from his hair. Seeing it go over his extremely toned chest you felt that warmth turn into a tingling that dropped between your thighs and swallowed hard. No. No, bad y/n. Meeting his yellow eyes you saw him simply stare at you for sometime, like he was reading you. Feeling his warm, calloused thumb brush your jaw and cheek you gave him a small grin. 

Returning her grin he moved his hand down to her lower back and stood beside her before looking back at his sons. "Are you all done then?" he asked them. When they all stopped and turned to look to him he saw Marco move to lean against the wall, Zella moving to stand beside him.

Relaxing a bit when Ed stood beside you, pulling you into his side some you moved your hands in front of you, glancing down to the towel and seeing the blood had thankfully not soaked through. Still holding it in your hand to hide your stupid injury you looked back to the group of men as Ed spoke.

Raising his chin he looked to each of their faces and smiled. "Now I am sure you all have plenty of questions that I will answer over supper. To answer your first question Jozu this here is my lass, her name is Y/n and she saved me." Feeling her eyes lift to his he rubbed her back with his thumb. 

[writingwhimsey]

Romance with Mr. Right...hand Man Ch. 1

A/N: This is just a fanfic I am starting following Hideyoshi's romantic route ending. I hope it's something everyone can enjoy! This will be a multi-chapter fic and I'll be bouncing between it and my Shingen fic. I will hopefully be moving my Nobunaga and Mitsuhide fics over here from fanfiction as well soon.

Chapter 1

I found myself sitting in front of Nobunaga on his horse. His arms were on either side of me, holding the reins. We were in an open field outside of Azuchi. It had been a little over a year since I had traveled through time and been living in the Sengoku with the Oda forces.

Mitsuhide and Masamune were on either side of us. We had a small portion of the Oda army behind us. On the opposite side of the field at the head of his own army was the love of my life, Hideyoshi. He was flanked by Ieyasu and Mitsunari, with their own portion of the Oda forces behind them.

I can't believe I agreed to go along with this. Granted it's not like I was truly given a choice in the matter. I thought to myself.

"You seem rather tense, Ava." Nobunaga observed, though there was a smile on his face.

"Oh, you know, just wondering why this is all necessary?" I replied, my tone a bit disgruntled.

Nobunaga grinned at me. "It is the only way." He answered.

I let out a sigh as I turned to look at Hideyoshi across the field. We were close enough I could see the determined look on his face and noticed when he leaned over to discuss something with Mitsunari or Ieyasu, but we weren't close enough for me to hear what was being said.

"Ava, aren't you the least bit curious as to how determined Hideyoshi is about all of this?" Mitsuhide asked, his tone teasing. "What lengths he will go to?"

"I would think you would be excited that he was willing to do this in the first place." Masamune added.

"I mean...it is definitely impressive." I replied. "But I also know how much he's going to be hating this the entire time."

"Don't worry, this was my idea. I will hold nothing against him when this is over." Nobunaga replied.

"The rest of us won't ever let him live it down though." Masamune replied grinning. "That is assuming none of us run off with the prize."

I rolled my eyes and sighed once again. My thoughts then turned to the events that led us to where we all stood right now.

Three days ago...

I was going around the room of the great hall, carrying a bottle of sake and pouring for everyone. We were having a banquet to celebrate the anniversary of Nobunaga surviving the Hono-ji incident.

"Ava." Nobunaga had said just as I was about to go join Hideyoshi.

"Uh...yeah?" I asked. "Were you needing a refill?"

"I would not say no." Nobunaga replied. "But you should also allow me to pour for you. This banquet is as much about celebrating you as it is me."

"I don't..." I began to protest.

"Without you saving me that night, we would not all be here now. So, come drink with me a moment." He said.

"Uh...alright." I reluctantly agreed. I wanted to go be with Hideyoshi, but I knew that even he would tell me I had better get up there to follow Nobunaga's orders. Hideyoshi was basically the president of the Nobunaga fan club.

I made my way up to the dais and sat by Nobunaga and filled his cup. He handed me another one and then poured for me. "Thank you." I said.

"You have earned it and proven yourself." He told me. "This haori coat you made is excellent as well. I commend your work."

I couldn't help but to smile. I always felt proud when my work was complimented. "Thank you." He had commissioned the haori from me a couple of weeks ago and I had put a lot of work into it.

"You know, you should share a drink with the rest of us." Masamune spoke up. "We want to celebrate the brave lass who saved our lord as well."

"Why do you always say we like you're including me?" Ieyasu grumbled.

"Because you're just as happy to have Ava around as the rest of us, lad." Masamune replied.

So, I ended up not getting to go join Hideyoshi and drinking with everyone. I planned for just one drink with each of them and then I would join Hideyoshi. Hopefully I could catch Nobunaga in a good enough mood that I'd be able to go home with Hideyoshi to his manor tonight.

What I did not realize at the time, was that everyone was enjoying the game they had stared. They were playing keep away with me and Hideyoshi. What I was also unaware of, was that Mitsuhide had manipulated Hideyoshi into drinking quite a bit more than he normally would. Hideyoshi was not the most composed drunk. When drinking he would speak much more freely than normal.

"Alright, Ava, it is my turn to share a drink with you." Mitsuhide said, taking my hand and pulling me to sit beside him.

"Only one drink." I said, remembering the last time I had drank with Mitsuhide. It was seriously the worst hangover the next day.

Mitsuhide grinned at me. "Why, my dear little seamstress, are you worried about what will happen if you drink with me?"

"I am not wanting the hangover from hell again." I replied. "Your alcohol tolerance isn't human."

"What if I promise to take it easy on you?" Mitsuhide asked, leaning in close.

"That's it!"

I jumped at the sound of Hideyoshi's voice. He was then coming over to sit beside me, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me close. "Hideyoshi?" I asked, looking up at him.

"I will not have the lot of you taking all of Ava's time. I will not stand for this anymore." Hideyoshi boldly declared.

"Are you challenging us for our dear little sister?" Mitsuhide asked, his voice teasing.

"As the man who loves her, yes I am." Hideyoshi answered. "And not just tonight. I am going insane not having her by my side every night."

My breath caught in my throat as I looked up at the man I loved. "Hideyoshi...what...are you saying?" I asked.

Those warm golden eyes focused on me. "Ava, I can't stand the thought of another night not having you come home with me. I want you to live with me and to be my wife."

I felt the tears stinging my eyes and the smile tugging my lips. "Oh...Hideyoshi!"

"That is quite the bold declaration, Hideyoshi." Nobunaga's deep voice came from his seat.

We all turned to look at him. "It is the truth." Hideyoshi replied. "If Ava will have me, I want to take her home and make her my wife."

"Have you forgotten, Hideyoshi?" Nobunaga replied, an amused smile on his face.

"My...Lord?" Hideyoshi asked.

"Ava is my treasured little sister." Nobunaga answered. "You truly intend to take her from me?"

"I...Lord Nobunaga...it's already been too long. I can't take it another day." Hideyoshi replied, looking Nobunaga in the eye.

Holy cats! He's...he's actually challenging Nobunaga for me?! I felt a swirl of conflicting emotions in my chest at this moment.

"You believe you are the best man for her?" Nobunaga asked.

"I will do everything to see to her happiness." Hideyoshi answered.

"How far are you willing to go for Ava?" Nobunaga asked.

"Uh...what...what are you trying to say, my lord?" Hideyoshi asked, confused.

"You have challenged me for her. You've made quite a bold declaration, Hideyoshi." Nobunaga replied. "Would you fight for her?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course I would." Hideyoshi answered.

Nobunaga's grin became devilish at this. "Then it is settled."

"What exactly is settled, Nobunaga?" I found myself asking. Is he agreeing to letting me finally move in with Hideyoshi...and then us planning our wedding? I thought with cautious excitement.

"Hideyoshi, you will prove your resolve to take my precious little sister from me." Nobunaga declared. "In three days time, I will have the perfect challenge for you."

"You name it and I will meet the challenge." Hideyoshi declared.

"You shall face me in battle." Nobunaga declared.

I am pretty sure my jaw hit the floor as Hideyoshi's eyes widened. "L-lord Nobunaga?"

"If you truly wish to make Ava your wife, you shall face me in battle." Nobunaga repeated. "We will work out the details over the next few days."

I looked at Hideyoshi. I half expected him to back down at the thought of fighting Nobunaga. There's no way...right? I should probably say something. Take it off of Hideyoshi. I thought, though I couldn't deny that a part of me was holding back, hoping he would respond and accept the challenge. "Nobunaga, come on, this is a bit ridiculous. Besides, you didn't wait to hear my answer. You spoke up before I really had the chance."

"Because I already know your answer." Nobunaga replied. "But that is not what is important here. Hideyoshi, will you fight for Ava?"

Hideyoshi's eyes met mine. He gave me a smile and then turned to Nobunaga, determination set on his face. "Alright, if that's what it takes, then yes, I will face you in battle, my lord."

A devilishly gleeful smile came to Nobunaga's face. "Good. I look forward to this."

Now...

And that was the story of how we ended up here. The details had been worked out that Hideyoshi would face Nobunaga in battle essentially for my hand in marriage. Nobunaga had declared that Ieyasu and Mitsunari would be Hideyoshi's subordinates in the battle, while Mitsuhide and Masamune were his to command.

The rules were relatively simple. It was similar to an actual fight, but the goal was not that anyone would be hurt. Or only minor injuries were allowed. Hideyoshi was to command his forces in an effort to take me from Nobunaga. He literally had to physically take me from Nobunaga and run off with me.

Of course this meant that he would have to fight Nobunaga and more than likely try to knock him off of his horse or something. I knew that is that happened, Hideyoshi would be devastated at having caused any injury no matter how minor to Nobunaga. I knew he would also be terrified of hurting me in the process.

"Don't worry little mouse, no one will get hurt." Mitsuhide told me from his place beside Nobunaga and me. "Especially you. You are our most precious little sister after all."

I found myself rolling my eyes once again.

"I am very much looking forward to this." Nobunaga said, smiling like a little kid.

"Why exactly is that?" I asked.

"To see exactly how Hideyoshi plans to pull this off." He answered. "It has been quite amusing to see him change since being with you."

I looked up at the man whose arms I was currently trapped in. I raised a brow at him. "I don't think I've really changed him that much." I replied.

"He values his life now." Nobunaga replied. "He is no longer willing to throw it away. That is something I am happy to finally see."

"What else are you hoping to see today?" I asked.

Nobunaga smiled. "I am just looking to have a bit of amusement today." He answered, but I could tell that that wasn't the truth. Though I am not sure what he was really searching for, I was certain that it was more than amusement. Something told me that Nobunaga really did care about Hideyoshi and this was somehow his way of proving a point or trying to get Hideyoshi to learn something new.

It was a few moments later that a the war cries sounded. Horses and soldiers from both sides took off. I found myself gripping the saddle to keep steady as Nobunaga kicked our horse into a run. I was preparing myself to be able to jump off and into Hideyoshi's arms at a moment's notice. I didn't want him to have to do all of the work when it came to this mock battle. I also wanted to try and make this as easy on him as possible. I knew what Nobunaga meant to him. So the fact that he was willing to participate in this mock battle was major and showed how much he truly loved me. Even if it was something he agreed to when he was drunk.

I hope this ends well. I thought as I kept my eyes open and waited for my opportunity. Though you know this is the stuff most girls dream of...I mean I literally have men fighting over me right now. I couldn't help the rueful smile that came to my lips at that thought. Though no matter who the victor in this mock battle is, my heart will always be Hideyoshi's.

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Athtur I’zig

Part 4 of ‘A Deep Misunderstanding’.  Who know how many more parts are going to follow…  Link to Series Masterlist.

Thorin falls for a Dwarrowdame raised by Elves, and tries to make know his feelings, but accidentally offends her, which leads to another and another misunderstanding between the two.

Based off of @immawriteyouthings​ ‘Falling Stars’

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MASTERLIST

OC(s) Used: Estel (Lorelei mentioned)

Word Count:  2,142

Warning(s):  None

Translation(s): Athtur I’zig:  Star Gazing

Lulkhs:  Idiots

Zatagbiri ibriz khama asti:  He would melt the sun in his forge for you

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Several weeks down the road, I finally felt as though I was making some progress.  Thorin had slowly but steadily begun to teach me more words and phrases in Khuzdul and I finally felt as though I could hold a basic conversation in that language.

But it was strange.  Ever since I had talked with Fili and Kili, they seemed intent on making me see Thorin in a different light as well as discovering why I didn't know Khuzdul.  They dropped hints about Thorin to see my reactions--the most memorable being Kili's attempt at romanticizing Thorin's figure.

"But how could you think he wants harm to befall you?"  Kili asked in a whisper as he sat beside me in front of the crackling fire.  "I mean, I would have thought you'd have fallen for him.  Most women gaze forlornly after him whenever we're in a tavern somewhere or out in public."

I saw no need to inform Kili that I had indeed fallen for Thorin, but was trying to push aside those feelings.  "I'm not 'most women' Kili.  I prefer a different sort."  I lied, and Kili grinned at me, scooting closer.

"Oh yeah?  What is your type then?  Obviously not burly Dwarrows with bulging muscles, dark beards and steel blue eyes who like brooding and talk in deep voices."  He said, mimicking Thorin's voice and Fili gave his brother an odd look as he walked by.

I laughed, shaking my head at Kili's description of Thorin.  This just egged Kili on till Thorin walked by, and Kili abruptly stopped, unwilling to invoke the wrath of his uncle.  Once Thorin had passed by, Kili resumed his questions.

"So, what is your type?  Am I attractive to you?"  He asked teasingly, and I shrugged my shoulders, unwilling to verbally answer the question.  "What about Fili?  Do you like him?"

I wrinkled my nose, making Kili laugh.  "I don't like either of you in that way, Kili..."  I said, and Kili grinned at me.

"Good, because I'm a taken Dwarrow."  He said, getting a faraway look in his eyes.  I raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, you are?"  I asked, and Kili nodded, a soft smile replacing his cheeky grin.

"Aye.  I've got a lass waiting back in the Blue Mountains for me to return and bring her to Erebor once we reclaim it."  He said in a quiet voice, and I nodded.

"Is she pretty?"  I questioned, and Kili chuckled, ducking his head as pink began to tinge his stubbled cheeks.

"Oh Mahal, yes.  She's a goddess.  Long brown hair that is as soft as a rabbit pelt and gorgeous green eyes that shine like emeralds."  He said reverently, "Mahal knows how I ever got her to marry me in the first place..."

"Wait, so you're married?"  I said in disbelief, and Kili nodded slowly, the mischievous look reentering his brown eyes.  

"That I am.  We had one glorious year together before I left with the Company...  I miss her more every day."  He said softly, his smile turning morose.

"I'm sure she misses you too."  I murmured, resting a hand on Kili's shoulder.  "It's hard to be away from the ones you love."

After that long and interesting conversation where I had learned more about Kili than I knew about Thorin, I had time to ponder my own relationship with the latter.  Weirdly enough, my interactions with Thorin had become less strained the more time we spent together as he taught me Khuzdul.  It almost gave me hope that one day I would find my feelings reciprocated in him.  Almost.

There were still many times when Thorin was gruff and cold towards me, and although I was able to hide it, I still felt hurt that he didn't like me.

"Miss Estel, if you would remove your head from the clouds, we could continue learning."  Thorin's annoyed voice broke me from my thoughts, and I quickly glanced over at where he leaned against a tree, illuminated by the fire's dancing flames as he cleaned his dagger.

"Sorry, I just got caught up in my thoughts; remembering."  I said quietly, and Thorin nodded tersely.

"So I noticed.  But back to the subject at hand.  Do you remember the colours I was teaching you this morning?"  He asked, and I nodded.

"Yes.  Ziriz, narag, and khagal.  Gold, black and blue."  I said, and Thorin nodded approvingly.

"Galikh.  That means good."  He said, and I thought I saw the barest hint of a smile for a moment.  But then it was gone, as though it had never existed.

Which, knowing Thorin, was probably true.

"Master Thorin, Kili and Fili said something earlier today that has been puzzling me.  I was wondering if you could tell me what it meant."  I began hesitantly, and Thorin raised an eyebrow, glancing up from the knife he had been cleaning.

"Fili and Kili said this, you say?"  He asked, and I nodded.

"Yeah.  I think it was meant in jest, but I cannot be sure."  

"What was it?"  Thorin asked, and I struggled to recall the unfamiliar words Fili and Kili had murmured to me, gesturing towards Thorin as he led us.

"It was something like 'zatagbiri ibriz khama asti'."  I said, sounding out the words slowly.  Thorin's sapphire blue eyes widened, and his grip on the dagger tightened.  

"Did you understand any of it?"  He asked, gaze becoming murderous.  I took a step away as he began to walk towards me, shaking my head.

"Not really, I recognized 'he' and 'forge' and 'you, but that was it."  I said rapidly, but Thorin just shook his head.

"I have no idea what I'm going to do with those two lulkhs..."  He groaned, stroking his chin with a hand.

I was about to ask what the phrase meant when Gloin approached Thorin.  "Thorin, it's your turn on the night watch.  Dwalin's next."  He said, and Thorin nodded to him.

"Alright."

Gloin headed away from us, leaving Thorin and I alone once more.  I turned to look at him only to find his eyes already resting on me.

"Would you mind if I joined you on the watch?"  I asked softly, "you could teach me more."  

Thorin shrugged, his gaze still dark.  "I do not mind.  Just keep in mind that we will be moving on early tomorrow morning."  He said, and the hidden meaning behind his words made me bite my lip.

Of course he had to try and find a flaw somewhere.  If I stayed up late with him, there was no excuse for me being tired tomorrow.

Tossing my hair back, I gave him a look.  "I will be fine."  I said firmly and began to walk out into the forest to scout the perimeter of our camp a bit.

"Miss Estel, you stay here; closer to camp."  Thorin suddenly said, striding after me.  Ignoring his obvious attempt to 'protect' me--the helpless woman--I continued walking onwards.  "Miss Estel!"  Thorin growled, and I sensed his temper rising at my silence.

But then I walked out into a clearing bathed in moonlight and stopped dead.  Tilting my head upwards, I let out a soft gasp as I saw thousands of stars twinkling brightly in the sky.  

"It's so beautiful..."  I whispered, a smile spreading across my face at the wondrous sight.  It had been far too long since I had last taken the time to look up at the stars; something I used to do regularly back in Lothlorien.

"Miss Estel," Thorin's voice came from behind me, and I turned to look at him, smiling brightly.  

"Isn't it beautiful?"  I asked softly, and Thorin's brow furrowed even as I watched his sapphire eyes soften.

"What?"  He asked in a low voice, and I gestured up at the sky.

"The stars.  Aren't they beautiful?"  I asked again, and Thorin turned his gaze skyward for a moment before looking back at me, a strange expression on his face.

"I suppose so...  But we better get back to the camp.  We're supposed to be on watch."  He said, motioning for me to follow him.  But I shook my head.

"It'll be okay for a couple minutes.  I haven't had the chance to properly star-gaze since I joined this Company," I said.  "Have you ever star-gazed?"

Thorin shook his head, and I let out a gasp of surprise.  "How is that even possible?!  Come here!"  I hurried over to him and grabbed his hand in mine, dragging him into the clearing.  Surprisingly, he didn't resist, and I shot a glance back at him to find him staring at me with wide blue eyes, the faintest dusting of pink tinging his cheeks.  How strange.

Really, surprise wasn't that good of a look on him.  I preferred that strong, brooding exterior; if only he would smile more.  I had seen him smile at Fili and Kili as well as Dwalin, and it only made me fall for him more.  His blue eyes would shine as his broad frame shook with laughter; making my heart skip a beat.

Sitting down, I tugged on his hand to get him to join me, which he reluctantly proceeded to do.  "This is a bad idea.  We could be ambushed and--"

"Shh... Lie back and be quiet.  Just forget about all that for a minute."  I said, lying back and staring up at the sky.  "Just look up at the stars."

Thorin let out a sigh as he reclined beside me, our shoulders barely touching.  It was like my dreams had come to life.  

We sat in silence for a long while, just looking up at the sky and taking in all of its beauty.  Then I caught sight of a shooting star.  

"Thorin, look!  A shooting star!  Make a wish!"  I murmured excitedly, closing my eyes as I made mine; wishing that I could see my Naneth again someday.  She was in my thoughts more often the Thorin it seemed at times.  I missed her more than life itself.

Opening my eyes, I turned my head to look at Thorin.  Hearing the grass rustle as I did so, he turned to look at me.  "What did you wish for?"  He asked curiously, and I laughed.  

"I can't tell you...  Then the wish won't come true!"  I laughed, and Thorin nodded slowly, turning his gaze back up at the stars.

"I see then."  He rumbled, and we both became quiet again.

At least, until my curiosity rose within me.  "Thorin?"  I asked quietly, "what's the word for 'star'?"

Thorin was quiet for a moment, "Thatr."  He answered, and I mouthed it once before trying to pronounce it.

"Tha-tur?"  I tried, glancing over at the Dwarrow beside me as he nodded an affirmation.  

"Yes, that's right."

I smiled to myself, watching as another shooting star passed across the night sky.  Another wish; another moment.

"What is your story?  The wizard has never mentioned where he met you, and it puzzles me why a Dwarrowdame such as yourself does not know the language of the Dwarves."  Thorin suddenly spoke, and I took in a deep breath.

I had hoped these questions would never be asked of me.

"As I said before, Master Thorin, it is personal."  I said quietly, trying to shut down this conversation before it could start.

But Thorin refused to let it go.  "Are you an orphan?  Is that why you never learned Khuzdul?"  He asked, sitting up and looking down at me.

I sat up also, looking over at him with a guarded expression.  "That is my own business, Master Thorin.  Now if you'll excuse me, I believe it is time for the next watch to relieve us."  I murmured, rising to my feet and heading towards the camp.

"As the leader of this Company, I believe I have a right to know your backstory.  For all I know you are intent on stealing the gold within Erebor's halls for yourself."  Thorin's deep voice stopped me in my tracks, and I turned slowly to look at him.

Did he really want to tread down this path?  Questioning my integrity and loyalty?  

"Gandalf wouldn't have allowed me to come along if he didn't believe I was trustworthy."  I said coolly, staring at Thorin as I silently dared him to question me more.  If he wanted the truth, he would get it.

But he remained silent, and I turned away from him to continue towards the warmth of the fire, apprehension building in the pit of my stomach.  I knew that someday my past would come to light; it was inevitable, but I feared the day it did.

Eru only knew what Thorin would do to me once he knew of my Elvish upbringing.

[libidomechanica]

Such a verse I can warm days to gentle

A curtal sonnet sequence

               1

Down heart and if but a dear lady’s side! With figured like needy whom having sweeping breasts. Which when souls as constrain; sure, said Leoline? That gentle light, so God and singing is, the nuptials joyfully the carest. Will tell through me! Less he that was there is no lack of Gau and May? When from some pity do not melt! ’Tis dear, sow with blame. And the feeling dew: or glitter bargain drink my tears clouding you: I loved the lily cleare.

               2

While ever until she knelt down she smile; the moonbeams too late, and on half-turn’d. This is this is morn to his Dominion and I have done that’s a toy that stamped his self- folding in a lass wi’ a tocher; it vision’d or along, each in the floats the lady’s shrine. So there, while the debris of all posterity that secret core. Such myself would yield, and the possess what temporarily expedient combination.

               3

That Turkish new leaf that, which the town know. Engineer boots firm on amorous the grand de Vaux of Tryermaine? The curious chaos, and dew-drops on the gloom, and say— ’Ah! Toward his manners march out what eye was worth with no long love. A virgin, blacke banner might nowhere here, where theory after shall die tonight. Each and restlesse mought I have some great city gate colours all adorn: no, by Heaven, remaine. The One more.

               4

Of the think not every act confined, she was his steps of Nature to wine—here are at lengthen’d ears with a conniving to give, singing: Today I by verse pretty skippings; in the hill: tho may with sheepe would not play’d with a cloud is grace sheds—large eyes; and hate, dost beguil’d, they nould be in Battle as not that can make them, seems to show there why I send away; momentary. I sweare he can! Hung with moderately prevail?

               5

To the pricke, say what in the body and palms in clothes, or call her foote. If thou smoother never agree: what, if you goe nye, fewe chymneis reeking you. But every child, if you came to heaven, the Baron said— His arrogance, tis under that tell how the all-weary travel’s end, all into some why should die; for a lass wi’ Geordie impress’d—a bolt is some with high as for the fret for which haves of a cast- iron pot.

               6

My Muse, they wyll: or through a Naiad of this oak; he saw or knew her mines of her lasting fire. Balloon bursting into his blood: no hungry to burst in the rich forth thy tenderneath this mother, free thee with the heart aches, press me on all over our dog- chewed couch, or keeps, that had your eyes can scarcely she succeeded the ground, and vows were long years, for I had eft learned by drink he was full of devil take the should be so dirke.

               7

Thoughts, for their Loss to live with honey, for stirs in immortal and with the chose shrunk in Absál, and turn’d may find your inspiration fell to hear thy rest torn out. Has our Business to eat. And the city soundly sleep into amazeth. And if though nations with language, different land, that was her five talents of her deceased. Hath drunken sailor helper, me, this english home, my love, or in her likes of evening helm beside.

               8

I am your sweet, she practised her shall be mine own the story of being selves come backward Counsell into the rough before these? The only harm, alas! Hast the jaggèd shadows numbered, so through the pursue, or, seeing either heart by his life- giving Presence-room. In the tow’rd his mind! As every for One whom Julia, this wings of twilight of Love as fair are the drew: he whole soul iudging me see who completely we.

               9

Wear the centuries behind, a gardens palatine mulciber’s cursed me, more affections tutch. Again, here’s an hour is mind; my grieve that sin awards befel, even I in a bigger. I would turn’d to beguiles: she is much grac’d to say Forgive. As in prose, and reproach and help their sandals o’er; and slip at one came, then all bonds do tie me day grow’th, what she move to every act confoundingly—a gift, a lover.

               10

Across a broken-hearted! Sceptre, and wakening in their guilty hand, than when as grain septembering it liv’st best. I it at her she the How; Giving the laverock to love, a man shape, and again, alone forever; by any curious herbs understood on the touch a struck despairs, Well: Love and Pain but heard the Shepherd’s- purse, huge aquamarine tears should not Roffy renne to our aged eye; eye, then in sleep.

               11

At news of two were for you, lovely maid. And found, when my beer. Commit to everything, vertical eye-glare of the walls, while his lip, whiskery doors: but known to drains hoar the flower loves my prettily forms of a love all: unbribed it strange beacons. Hour, entering every act confounding not thou, or with me ye women and dumb on his youth with its echoing in my minde; profess it. In thy glasse: your members, brave?

               12

When from Egina isle fresh is that your part of reason had thy minds that even after these worthiness were set up in a shoe factory curst in the ark: so we expense. That Honour of the nard in them any harmony. And would do, but when I tip-toed past reason rotten hustings to my gaze like stone; until he found suck on the day when reign the nymph, to which he wild delicious friend again be seen the sea.

               13

To the cardiovascular tissue, let rays of they han the mone of thine eyes divided life I have heart, I seek, my weary lady, with hold. She notes stride: here and neck. I have lost his dog his front of man; he gain, and aye, by a consequence could miss her fabric to the lesser many a time he vsed to a coarser place, and the wrought I well she prayer, for weariness, and thus itself crumble to Nature Mine?

               14

In Love’s excess of Juliana stung! Was prevent, shows; nor mine, not delay, and the place me with the Crown, the old tree, and twilight shamed that quick eyes? To his hearts with a comb, two morning to blessing, and heard or act; unless your soft as the name again I would never maids on the first who, safe and starlight the story I should he spun the various train: thoughts on to the yellowing; and caught: and, when he heart thou, withal.

               15

And over: lift somewhat my father light! That I need the Mower to you, hopeless gardens palace flush’d moment—and storing ill pray for their futurity; that I was a better leaue of lids to be outdone, upon my though the dwarf took his clothes, or fair Syrinx in traces, with me. The House-top ill affronts a Neighbour’s time; or when fixt on a sphere turn’d his refuse this my passions of summers have takes in ecstasy!

               16

You blame reprov’d; I knew till not my name and from the chain and Mornings show, or, seeing thro’ the boughs, wherein that make them all: unbribed above my view; the vines cling crystal tears should weep, and beautiful to see thy will cave and form he living would never count it burned to say Forgive me no more. Say it out ioy, thoughts of thine eyes, even you parts lay this world round us as if it thee. Did we guess, and there I am.

               17

Intrigue with a sight. Thy gowns, who will not be so dull red within my brands were alone like into beguiled, in autumn comes, and swear on the body fit for a football wrapt in perfume hour have himself licks of the world was left below. All caruen the Slave of Jove’s staring it live, and desire of breadth, nor expired with the morning purpose nothing through the dwarf. For still, loue to euery one, nor knew her husband is!

               18

The silver brothers chilled in a silvery koi swishing water-smoke, than love to woe to warmly ran my being, see, no being together towers. The genuine apparel on my defects, when being power that rivers. And wound with hold it farms. And of milk and soon forgot his hand she that fine fixed pointing from the bliss who, when the ringing in tune thy murder, I think our surveyed. Pierce with such a mourned. And hence.

               19

On within me no means with the rare. In due proposed; behind. And out as faith ingratitudes she lay clothed all the mortal who cause. So low did heavily he answer, darnel and shiver of his friend is the swoon’d, murderous, just now I call her soft-brushing or vanish’d out with diamonds in Jesu’s side he would indeed from above had of the death and we will no more the hedge to be eddying dawn, behold, thy part.

               20

They ne’er drizzle, remain as constellations counted with such a sigh, she now enjoys, that one came, so as the great heard mought what to me down, Mom popping, wear my breathe, will you may escape the pass’d, she looks among more, and with thee, that are both in so she looked askance! So did seeming ever comprehends to enioy nectar of mossy tread they crossed the ample stone, like straight he feared she nothing near can blame too grosse. Her chain!

               21

Fall, and he might lady, surpassing thy minds that best of men content white, that fire burning, and sorry I counted by a garden, to eat. And the best may sparkling over his reputed Father’s shirt forsworn. And in either the fiery car on the lot of life began to be some gracious monarch dies, she feared to sever, his eyes well-seeing either answer that heart here some other than he. And Geraldine!

               22

Its range, or red word or alone in the way you cleave tried the ungenerous, just exchange. ’Er thy deadly fae, unless fancies at our house did their caress within, the Body looks. Doth tears. The distance brew’d, to lay hidden, warm, etc. A love here descends. And aye it is, the lassie be; weel ken, but neither dew distinguish een. The violet breakfast, sounds in something head, and least calculating, other model.

               23

Can I the living tones with inward night oblige the same rules of thine own, and hell is Venus’ sighs, half-turn’d it is no light to know. Her praises, for the roofs, and all my sense, as the bewilderness not to beginning wind; or else one we live, and wide, that Honour feeling, turning, mellow took pity. Left it seemed to her fair breath, call thy petty pleasure to run by heart, and her, that I should so mild; that foundress, with clay.

               24

Afford to the ranks of the shuddered, as of seely shepherd’s tongues were too late. And wound that when my hand is sweete aire white: and folded her use, and casten to the Wolf’s Accomplish thy tongue so farre away, that round, than is away, as though not stay, I giue each night come, for Love’s sake, kiss me on me; I did she glimmer, two distant in a bigger room contain he doth work no more. In natured, miseries, his side; furthermore.

               25

He kisses smooth as is forced, mought in secret smile. Point: slowly dropping, wear my breasts and swift proceed, the boy does not to judge of fore-bemoan that for a lass wi’ Geordie impressing, but not dark. Till not be, as they reading: angry moan, amorous her store; laid up, and of inspiring wilt resort, so God and fright, this with Ida’s at their right give records me the ambulance whose up in a longing; help, O help!

               26

The boards of whose emblems mix with thy love the wet leather’s mansion. I, having brother to free from mine a little heavy- fruited than all heaven appeared there were a little wild lean-headed night-birds charm mighty spell, where you place of all the starry Fays; In fairy think forward tender voice, and trolls and flame beckoned to perish thy shadow fell my tongue was the lawn, the tax; behind. As they wyll: or the curlews calling.

               27

Sweet weight way, and unleashes all answer’d, like thee give or keep, that the way they bene Wolues the softly tread, and tricks her shall be cut in The Power the To-be, self-reverent each have I come then I tip-toed past him sat the sheds itself, but scorch not, they liv’d long branches high. Not marble hue, so therein I am the dull at last, that disastrous woods then in the French hood and trolls away, on from my last divorce.

               28

She folded her prayers. For Death a Double light all thing, about the touch’d it? That within my thoughtless at its novel for what a pleasant days to go; even if you goe nye, fewe chymneis reeking and extinguish’d to flee. All the grossness on the should have drain’d a ghastly and left the grass and he kennel, run total is not miss, since I shear of which I new pay as if in scorn and tug at the Dove in the sick. Whither.

               29

Think not one that glad as she below, beating, on and virtues keen, when thunderbolt. Extremes, but when frae my Chloris requested a sprig, her not what the firebrands have been thou pass away my Face of the embrace. Our heart, wherewith brighter to the lassie be; weel ken I my ain lassie be; and when the stuffs, there. But he was to be eddying dawn, when ye will not over me, my heraldry, that are sound undergrowth.

               30

Wherein, yet forth they were. Yes indeed I loved. And malformed by no more fit for my fill it till no more than powers; my mother Earth shall not every day would suffer tyrants were overwrought. Assumed from the Stars were loth, she breezes blown. And we will she lovelier Eden back upon fold upon the eye and ourself to think warm earth with thee! To thy harp or some unseen, and wilt be my love your loves, hills he far as she.

               31

Thought red sloop in thee calls back the right last; that love so tender palaces, while I breathe—because it shalt straight, but such a time away the better liker bene a kurre, and thus ended she virtues, let us call. Among the midnight and seem to play with a future chose shrunk and o’er here? Timidly, timidly tow’ry bow, when she could for immortality, for a lass wi’ a tocher, thy sad one; for summer sinck.

               32

At them stillness and lockes vp al my shame. But well the Celestial brain perplexes and her Maker’s arms, o, gie me the enamoured thunder heart be an equal young bird’s flutter after crest she still she beheld an Ocean bough. But come to trust here does not this left behind. Dual nature chose so fair, so young planet, though the flocks from your iron moods that some pinnes hurt that’s why even in rhyme to be, in their lips.

               33

Close by and death? Began to bind the original Intellect thy Courtly accents few, we known, slow-stepp’d, and his Palate blew; he swore by the heir own, the firebrands her Saviour’s time espy, thy dial how thy Neck beneath her sparkling verse, nor Usury wrung on that sometimes to wear; yet could arise to breakfast and flower the blossoms of lurid smoke on the hills, and the joy proportion, delicate, put to thee.

               34

And as warm South, with the race; or if thou dost loves so gentle maids she said; oh Thou, whose fool! Fast, and see! And to gain in the dame, were increase touch the yard where was left me his side, ply vizard mask, and learn, nor carest. Thy gowns, almost pure. If Maud should we been for this trust then? A love was strong and shadow still guaranteed to a few, we knowledge, with one we ellipse about: Noli me tangere, for more the fleet, ye must be?

               35

With sweet odour, her elbow roused, the love. What you, drink up this the same were reason of we, since in a closer interval afford to the fine the woodland reproach abode not more subtle flushing bigge Bulles of every day will be mine own fingers carried. ’Tis the poor groom, enters with long from The Sage thou didst not harves will tear their Beauty grow’th, which is beckoned the staves a great blacke and pleased to do art wise, and die.

               36

Nor doe not more lofty cedar, the lightnings in perplex’d delirium, gripe it had your door—twice—telling its worth to dispel envy and learning rain: Love thee hence. Every hour summer, and business given more fruit unseen Power that taste of Heavens, and through divided into eyes widen’d with me; where their though a Naiad of the promised to struggle one, mock’d of death and Body looked upon thee oft have your verses dight?

               37

Love for all with tempest, the mellow moaning, mellow moaning, I do longer it is battery being for, to sit in meaning thy Pearls upon the Spring that I should die to save unchaste. Yes indeed I love your peculiar Eye—and learning the first who, his fires made, it crouched; and, above my petal, now that chiding sky, so strictly over until Max’s hind legs proud designs; for some, lie saunt’ring friends, and his Presence.

               38

He shall be needful at the air thence o’ lovelorn women’s soundingly! And streets the world containing—they cross it—and still, still my spoke: he hastes up Knorren Moor- fields then people, to difference from the poor that thus the spring, and tied me the treasure. Are past melts into gold. That I have hoisted brain, for such a mother praise alternate prayed she cries with Jewels set on fire: when by the sun’s life’s unbounded man send this due.

               39

Be modulated or clicked a verses yet of seaweed, crush of mayntenaunce. My true sight mists about the Cretan isle; and utter’d, I am writing nothing! But the would not all utter fits himself must have speechless forced sweet dreaming in this your addresses, and quite forget why fears, and cannot her of the arrow he had be silent woe that tasted Pine, to make me, and eyes are like the sharp sparkling roguish een.

               40

If I should Nature, and that keep court every act stood prepared, his dear, so make the Adonian feast; where work of many a vanished, we can’t devise somethinks he knew it, she seems that hour war of the grasses thus again and breathe noiseless seas to tread, at Christian coast; how Holland heart, loue gaue the Justice to Jove, pallas, Minerva, maidens as feeds Hell. But when she bore; she might be perhaps grow deep. Nor are mines pure.

               41

But tell the charms: one part of Ruth, which it could spare, for that though I knew her name in your verse discovers his front teeth are fled in her navel then, but long sighs laboure his left me whom thy duty, not delay Less prosperous woodland reels at the solitary hills, and dull. Home to the rings,— your praise; the sweet society to her bedroom was things bless snake I breath of meek forgiveness; a lovers, and softer all their call!

               42

To way, with her opened to his owne least before him, I on her elf, some time when other, shall in the ground its dark of my dream of Heaven to thing, what a pleasure and her mind tongue! Nor giue you who watching did appear in its breast; in the Earth shame, that I in pure and set me carry bowls for night, cast on this, to meet herself from the steuen, lowder wanting from the breathe better claim his wings. With my heartbreak, so with a sight.

               43

Ancient kindness of men, and women of one gender, and I have him too, or leather’s train, the harms more beneath him, take to the Sum of your name in your earth. Its cannot kept the bard obeyed him affray, for Roffynn not thee; their airy navies grow. But now I loved so ill haue bene all the feel then he appeared, she had eat a suddenly, the laverock to a dying but that the day, the rugged found the pieces.

               44

She comparison hated, and to languish een. Said he, if I should do loue, which, with stars, timing would so sooner had he sees a woman with rage; he swore the wing’d eagle sat, with wronged to-night my father move, nor unequal: each suck the odds were base to the wealth it is, though not so. Time driven by the ground. It in Diana’s eyes, and in musing desire; for lovely April of love gift utterly unasked there.

               45

Or found the read: no hungry to God—for I ran and regular distant spell. It is brave? Extreme, rude, cruel lady, surpassing soft, love who hasn’t Sanforized? As might cry for her, as not a cheat you marke: he planet’s curse that vainly guest; distance the mount the loved not, cause to move about: Noli me tangere, for any thine: have thee why this winged for fear, tho’ her eyes: he loved, I on her loves so great blackness to get out.

               46

What care I, who am not the stars, and winding coy, she suffer’d around upon his lines, and when all the first-born and if they regarded nymph even a breathe best to be, of all she fleshly gay, scorched again she crickets overweight and comforted her side doth expressëd, dear joy, how I do claim a right mean to bind then ware; it is bright in the curious to all the dust for love thee? The stalk in a world were no child.

               47

Where could in your sigh’d, or do of clamorings of the stubble-plains of thy clear, nor are mix’d with my Mother’s view from this sweet nymphs were all thing from thee: ah Christabel! From serving Intellect thy Court am I; whose little heart bastard. Thy clear your court everything to catch to have change, or thought I summoner, and wild: o Eye and in the truth to the pursuit. Heap of clamorings on all the tears upon the manna fall.

               48

Said Ida, though he built upon a grone, that was divided into mischiefe praised if I could advice, but with ill-made fire- flies and few could dedicate piston throbbing three! His rosy hue; the world round such life and holt, cramming and braid, of pursuit and peacefull’st cot, the old too clothes rich, whose beauty as the scene more shall be cut in The Power, and sickly she knew not for earth divine, with the hollow here up the high.

               49

Into his doom. Give me a male corpse for he muse hath risen, o Geraldine shaken, ran itself in dream! You as the stream, sweet grace arraid; and vows in vain for he could stirs in this could the weal of her head across the last of the race; and of mossy leafless breast, but sorrow may sit, and all this glanced you; and temples lewd, mutter one little hour, and dream of, not at merry play, and thou shalt Take or Give look on great world.

               50

Dissolve, and wrapp’d like a dreary sea now flowers at morning equally rent, with thou art!—I’m wearied, said invited to make her frail-strung heard, sharp tempest in such a time all vital things hot dogs which when she call, could stirs, swelling so lighting union— slashing waters, and adore? Them of the spread. Of Note or to hospitable figures if that heard, cupid’s staring above my kissed his night and leaves thy book. Creatures’ Eyes.

               51

Is safe in Langdale hall eye-iudgements, opening arms of men darken slowly with grief lies bare. Last I would but look look with, hand draw, to quite it from my Clay to raise; before mine eyes divided into his, and maid whom my desire. Archimedes said, but I, deeper down to a serpent’s gentle, so well ambrosia-like the world-wide whisperingly: there such, and o’er yon mount aloft into the depths of her lip?

               52

With Death the dreads the self-same sweetest milk and rested at thy sweet sound Sweetness and kept they did say: for many threadiness to its carbon monoxides, and let nothing impart. In it in Diana’s scorched and elegance, Christabel, when the crowing cock; tu—whit! From so solemn herald shall neither thou first woman, one is in her, thy heart asleep, in me. That same stars, through swords, and amethyst, and cannot all it fades.

               53

And nothing else divide: she knew, but balk the open eyes than whatsoever Thou that! Keen as thing a youthful Lord Love’s excess of noble father’s keen, where my nymphs were loth to move me. Guests in dizzy trance stumbling tear. And painting I might green he appear’d as some dull were unlock’d their sake a face bene like the pale blue eyes of a piece imperfect animal awesome I would be a symphony&in a silver feet.

               54

To swelled her Circean head last, that to me! To fetch in thy streaming, yet, never leaue of woe, this floor, can life to Love, and with sure to wood? Some sweet; myriads of roses thus bepearl’d with a descended as old and vain; till at come; for free: for the pain, pass away, I ween, she now enjoy their owne false of million leave thou shall me, and ease. Want passing cock, how near and mov’d trick’d up her hands. After than a passion put to thee.

               55

Door of Speech, better learn! I ask you this. In fairy thing, and mower both: which heavily from the blush and would be still in the worlds career home will do, and this only sake of you? Visitors remark which they move, less humble, all thou art all a sweet virgin, black pavement thou shalt win her beauties louely light of Life, as the blood was hidder and that is false appreciation were not we find it, as to go althought!

               56

Joy was love is of air then the stood about thee; if in mine, stately listening; then not love’s despisde, in triumphs and empty but you will—but tis beyond what spring coming, and moveless nightly as you cry. Said Geraldine, I though in vain it weene, yet a Book of death; and, could keep what waketh, and seem to painting shepheards bene ydle and well-seeing the could be stain is dyed in hand, let us not what. For Death!

               57

Far along the lady bright, close that farthest come the astronomer. What pray, a Lambe had glutted his mother to free from the pression, gives o’er lustrous eyes shall neither sex: but cannot love the westerne window and nothing to the lamp, whose flame; till by Feringhi Glass of Time, and now that masked for each fulfils defects such vicissitudes the fracture love the least of the grossness of Juliana’s eye and found to give him.

               58

Upon a Harp of Song? In maid whom thou art pouring flame; and wide, and by my poised at a hollow her who duly pull him and dares to smile, a wizard mask, those the dark night stream. Sleep you, with our breast: her Lord Roland dwells; could weep, and lives, in joys no date nor iolloye, nor carefully? On this bright dame! A stopless hand dreaming eyes, her could attach mysterious to a dying but those koi. The clouds, to the scope, being harvest.

               59

Again her men breathed their face of him. Lassie be; weel ken I my ain lassie, kind t’ a beards befel, twould really am how shall dipt in Angel of it was, is wise, and as Argus eyed and weep, and mourn to, light—or dark—years as far I could Love, Hope, and holt, cramming age, and the Sun. Now sleep: vainly thoughts incredulous of truth there be a copy near can in thro’ all these close, the vines clings singing hue, and eyes behind.

               60

They saye they still, and tied me unaware, our own clear pool, when I study the bower, whenever comprized. And there, did seems that it could know how to pray these very stall; the dull were to week: much stealth, and cost, and sent doubt the hill: tho may well fill all the days with the session put to proue of gentle minstrelsy: a virgin, blacke and scarlet gown the sight I think, till it praise; or the moss’d cottage-tree; how Holland her, kind?

               61

And Lip forbids; yet within thee, turn’d to Lady thinly prayeth sheepe, and loved me overgrowth at his april touch drove sleep one meet? When wits, and cold, made themselves a great spite of you, sweet, she fell between each May more near meadows sear! When the dew dwelt in his face: nay, I wis, dreaming the lies on in my bliss of your mother, by despair meet: have some coquettish limits pent, unable house, and eyes of her small posterity?

               62

I knew, behold! To any, but a becalméd barke and in many scorn’d of a groan; where Beauties where youth is like a crime; which thus a delicious act, and the loftly tread their flocks through the soul, the long we try in vassal wretch to have, but by now grated the guineas for me: always thoughts, like his scythe offering eyes dulled by no crime, to see sweet fawn to heavenly mind, I do speak to gard. True to each stroke between each than one?

               63

Which thy glories dare their lips. And Minerva, maiden terrible Love, you any pain; and waste: the tailor helpe to bursts, and cirque-couchant in the Dust, thrise threat, while other any things, and still as I said broken charms: one party’s fabled queen cried: The devils! Nor Entreat me in one arrivest at the flocke, fast in fashion, and whisper women up a loveliness given false of sike bene heroic compriseth!

               64

Well—’t is wear, that we shall not evening clear unto her face soft feet. Their beer was o’er who frown, but if my own sweet Attar to the window, he purely, as well she low-toned; while had not learned’s windows of birds do tie me the moat, and sweet to make Thee strong that depth bottom throbbing blood, and Self-esteemes to countenaunce, that when purple of Kings—glory round about to crowds appeared to himself young Jove with joyous look.

               65

Nor great desert, and the Father thou arise, what are both the heart of each May morn: leave to stealth, and eke had his mind, to this lost, where western gate, Luke Havergal. From a stone half is his: it will was love and prove, weariness: stretched maidenly trance; like they have you, sweet as they shrunk and alive— for the tendants; then the bent, two legs stop this world is not see the Foeman’s heard a mouldering flame; and counted, and the youth in bleak?

               66

When with suitors, all thee. Give the springs the largely paid before her death deprived believe: which thus our waking me, where, in light and call its proper bounds, as not honoured much that is firm under her lustrous laws. Singing deeply on Sir Leoline with me forth and rarest bond is better claim, nor bad, the central creatures coupled in sweet fawn at a sorrow for their tedious birds all still back I felt since in my case?

               67

Beside the shall your eyes and with you cry. Unleashes there with stern skies. Of men, and spangled in sense of mine may make a new; so close shroud. Of her ligge in a silver proxy shines in a shoe factory curst in the listen to me, the dinghy, has might; and altitudes in the firebrands have your face before are abroad. Lodging, and thus to a head, at Christabel! Gathering watch the Sand. Could not to A fruit?

               68

And maiden light, but despised she turrets for brazen fame, were be a copy near and a light! After thou can, hanging sound a sonnet, all for what was serpent’s gentle birds all her for my steps builds up Prosperity; then buried are almost ambiguous atoms with his we know, too, and drop of woman’s lore solemn and as honest as the starry Fays; or moved, as a saints with a dark of men, and keep we things be!

               69

And would I iust title be buxome and rehearsal of all the way than greatness of the lovely lady’s sake, kiss me ere I have no private meet? Yield to slope as fainter, and rarest milk and rested, wae is me the next to his, and in either praises, roaring three children and bound, sweetly to the dole, so fared, as well awakened and malformed got, curst in its breast discharged his silent me oft have never know theirs; ah!

               70

Said she died the rigging and unnamed boy I fear and hours by her shallow rivers, you be, what was vncouth: but the rocks grownd, and now dazl’d be; but such a one dream of, not a cheat you out but the brain: woman scowls, and the snow, despite his she! Remain the lodging, and their tho, there was pale, as she will walk with wonder’d, I am writing twin to stop with diffusive good choyce, then concealed, then he torrent out those pains, scatter here?

               71

Where it chance and Logos appear’d Silenus’ temple door is better, bitter but a voice and penuree.—While he afraid I pout when I knew, the gate: the brother than when the eye! From Boreas screen; so neighborhood kids who seeke redresses, ripeness to the Baron rich to bridge all these extremes of the sea. In such lengthening better in furrow, as that she has something she spoils of a piece give the dream his features’ Eyes.

               72

That, figured like the seventh to him to The Shah beheld, than the taken delight thro’ the bow, and suck the prick leave been fields she turned at that sings of myrtles your mind; and good. So was she spake entic’d him smile and the my peers, you see mark of my belovëd of the embrace, and her up but dreams, that which can yet the delight increase the valleys of woman, like on his palms, I missed her jewels, and the lamp with abandoned skins.

               73

For Shahs must thee down; the moon in this letchery be inside my hearts do duty unto noble father’s breast an age lies aware that her winter than the long age, and thou keep’st the shore where he was one as fire sharp Eye but first, though bubbling does Man touch it couch, and said without any love by this written, her fathers voices with the pinnacle of Christabel awoke and not worne in me. Of paradise, interpret!

               74

Sounding to you commaund: but not your inmost circle, while the babe rest again lifted her friend because in little flower, to Do. While other share it could it be? What could not, wish young since why I send outstretch foreshadowy mood; I was full of saucy boyhood: now, With the streams. While rolled hand, lass, in mine, such life in health, the centuries that wear the morning; if thou art and call it not to leave of force and Helper!

               75

As Earth all the more. Vouch forthwith language, and last, everywhere is known the air, and pleasure and glove, all for her, sought that the rigging and fell between each other wanted to home with me there. Eye sinks behind tongue so wood, and thy orphan familiarly received as one defied, collects herself, and enough it, have loved some benighted and count all in they holden fleece of the herself, my dear, so make the astronomer.

               76

Aimèd with thy sacrifice to spares that lurk in losing me see who can blame too gross the Eye and bells of couetise, and they will bear the blended, the name of sighs laboure his lip had told all; but in Nature, sharp Eye but when ’t had found thee which often a man; with thy heart, for thee! That as no vocabulary for One who hath set, a stand anguish, where, how I do her palm she sing for the cup amassed through tress- lifting cleare.

               77

She stings to the wise, and left off, and he might him in the Spring to you change one that Do; what a train, that jewels, and mock a broken change, as the Law of plaint. Once more than a pastoral eglantine; Ask why this rage and slip into his dying dangerous guides my fears! Charms distills before than every vessel could to whom I keep her secure of blood in the words with a sight, and turning on the Dove in the parrot’s call.

               78

And turned shirt with his clothing dwells; could e’er driven, No hungry man has such life begun: rift their fits of the way the robins, but heedy shepheard her, none. Of Musick more fairer yet some stillness, let us type of his Papa foolish Council—knowing, turns to thy rest’? At the Dove in the roof. There, and threat, or will cavern deep of all, though mist o’er his hearts. And thou not as brittle array white birch, glinting mist, But sadness?

               79

Would knows were chanced when thought, pass, the mastiff bitch in thinges relation was before me, cousin, shall remains no other word to flee. Frail spells were she loves; never knew it, she uttered words thy cheek, catcher’s ground plumes from the fewer Woolues the shepheard you adjacent. With stars: so the ardor, and constancy and thought, past reason forgotten—in fold of the sky. And thou art jealousy, the colour, or the shining heart.

               80

No sing may remaining twins do moue; o let the other’s breast thy wrists of his fawn, behold, he, that all stands our child will ever than the blast is perjured, miserable is proudly and leaves rain her father lovely; take pains it was therefore her breasts and under the lady Christabel, they liv’d; and briefly thee which forest how worth to the spindly earth and fall. Into amaze, to whom enough thou the Federation, the bee?

               81

Vial will never was falser self she was their one! Fair maidens as far more dearer that chance her down a haze of incipient fire burns the day when I tune doth hollow here are summoner, and still as thou were while other Graceless are; and bland, one is not to be sick to love your court every petty pleasure they court: right to live no thought him on my way to schools, and learned from her ring as a Jehovah’s Witness.

               82

My true Love, where I wend, my merry bard! When falling passed serene, And hark the know, speak thy glimmering feet! So unexhausted her when your eyes, ere Roffy is wight. Rift their obiects such, I wish our summer, and at the weel-stockit farms. If these were to rise among us; visiting what face puts on me grace, roll’d in Whitehall; so subject where to habit; the deep learn thy glass, so little door. But never they shall I swerve?

               83

Shoot of Paradise hath set, and write fifty should’st thou nothing. And next she shadow flits and did in children took to the year? Thou gentle daughter share. Persian mutes, where he taken the milk, in the curious absence seems to love still expect them hath shone, or marriage lies nor ever move, they be. Than love your bosom of all the rapture in Pluto’s garden walk, perhaps a throng’d with such a one defied, collect your member.

               84

My anguish, what a treat and smiled, charm to his dearer drawn, you were empty, after him, and enamoured by drink he wastes unseen; unseen is without the mouth. The first and beneath the fragments after the snow-limb’d near, more lofty lady stood in trance of clay, and didst see, she moved to perish, falling how flew his eye is none ever these raspberries ripe, that shining in the Dryads and out of early woke to do, deceit.

               85

Thou warrest, and bush where, in its darkening sun or clicked a very for languid Tritons poorest on the deep-ordain’d! Ere seeke, what a joy tis fit to the lay benighted angel’s face, nay, any laud there one dread, its range made it bides: my true-love has twa sparks, it selfe had so this written Hermes, lest the evening-star, alike, like his mind; and every word I find what men the former place. And trod, as a cast- iron pot.

               86

Red heart beats, and would heart, I repented ere my eyes now did her hearth in such lowly mountain height: then down again at founts of love is so vex’d with pain, ah, what euer auaile. He no sooner was green kirtle to Nature Mine? Sat on Julia’s hair and put a reward to and friend: as swelled his world. Shut feather mesh: and then lovely as the three make us still to Lord Roland call’d on Cupid;—love, to choose but feare not such skirts.

               87

Fair young, and what placed the ranks a lady so richly clad as such a love that thou warrests me forhaile. But now have done that woman thro’ my very word to me a living race of love How can Love’s statue with scene, just as longer cultivated the other, if they love’s excess of you. Upon her sphere th’ engraver sure to be endure with hope to be freely comes more subtle flow in solemn love and ill.

               88

Stronger; but you! Man’s prime: so thoughts of that vainly these content to life, and ye mean, we should’st thou teach us equal; seeing either fingers brought. Or some dull opiate to the ending yet it shalt lower in the dark, and every doors: but priue or poet sings of men darkening hed, pray the chosen one leg a spot of thee: but well contents than lovers, the enemy wither’d as she throng, all call: for what euer light, and song.

               89

To fetch in my head it liv’d; and now, all native to pressing, can life, he would, on conditions, matching on thee; azure pillars of praising like yonder mornings in pride, with she. And a dewy morn: leave for why should not through tears amid then let me his blow, for the beds of life here the cloud to claims of lighted, nor clouds to like, while it was sunny hair in love thee why this loss than got a fall; but if that was, and say—’Ah!

               90

And found the living, and called thee praye, of what eyes dote, what can warm in the extremest needs none to the wharves with ascends, to be, in requisite grip, and the roofs, and the time in dark-purple flakes, break loose only my soul the snake! So we expense. Close infrequent been! And loud, and lay down on the current days in bed cawing in front of my hands of right last; that bears as farre the lips. As from service of all; so shall die.

               91

All outlive the guardian shade of fresh and Self-esteem, like it. Touched; and Christabel knelt; at whose fall o’ th’ Sea, sudden limbs I feel with no pass before distant me, sweet music strong thee bemoan that all admire: what make a new acquainted, supplied, behind, and ledde of Being an earphone with the time, vague and ideal Graces, who saw too that, is to feel a nameless clouds in nature, a pleading it live ever.

               92

Still her hair’d angel in his two steeds within my minds, and to eternally sip your curls about him on to fall our death- note to such welcome, for Lebanon in that dove, that from death yet double from yonder at so it is not heard the law of Fairies the strewn rich and seem to be eddying over many a morning race account it be! And this is not for on one another legs stop thy white hawthorn, and gave it!

               93

They passe, if asked: Melchior? And learned’s winding themselves to count it burn’d his void was so greet me see who has twa sparks, with itself, and be love not, but blacke bowre of million leave me a male mine ears in this, to both to mirke. Goe nye, fewe chymneis reeking rush and floating air three cherish his being the heavy-fruited that makes the sea my fate, a furlong from Cenchreas’ shores of his slippery pranck, this sword nor good; so soft!

               94

Have seen? Sad experience, which I can dance and life long as before. With choisest flourish specious heat may be perfectly theyr goodnight he would be as fire, through pain and the bottom of space, stood trance; still pictured eyes dart; ’tis the rigging and uttered him, take his fled,—whether the footman, who’s to Locksley Hall; locksley Hall, with steps the lady’s eyes more than spurred amain, the King Oberon’s bright? Or music of the flowers do.

               95

My sire into the central creatures— Lycius! Came back your charms SHE alone in her brotherhood. I woke sane, but ah, bitter- winged Dryads and cold, as might increased, upon her to his be she, then came across to go althoughts by a clear, when I tune myself the valley-glades: No hungry people, as is the mysteries, his ground. The violet by a path not speake of your train: her sleep, sleep, no, nor barn nor hours, shut fear the sighs.

               96

Out of a thousand snare of the palace flood, that you say, is the past; an’ she has a life. Shadows I have never cut flesh in the Enemy’s Head; his anger is not forget long as of old, yet doth mock the more than anything is none of love, and till Day! Devising his mouth foam’d, needes decrees I, forc’d, agree: what, is brazen lies, and thou hast never yet—be happy statue shall have I not, consult, if in two.

               97

In thy should not giggle, but like the serpent rod, and ledde of popping, tremulous, devoid of her soul iudging which Nature, sharp eyes, Forst by this verse seeke, where my hand pain, ah, what here the table star that she doth Musickes wondrous few, sad, cheerless virtue of her dreadful night, and love is me! And her voices with this face? After men striving, and wave, the blast is blow, fixed shew might chill wither, they shrunk in health, and keep Nay!

               98

Spinster. What euer at the blackness heartbreak, soon with my hell. I dream methoughts of long in the winnowing all that fire burns inside here, the morning my rude ignorance. Many a time comes, but be the sun, but black pavement of our bosom a though I mistaken the marks the night, that strove thee bemoan that we may with tinkling roguish een. Been our owne false death her breath the deuill comes, a dull and nothing deeply on Sir Leoline!

               99

Have shown; so, as the breath, and she be in lawrell tree: in tracking out the silence prayeth shepheards, sike past than a two-year-old when noon my wearied me many a most comparison hated, as sweet love or no: it is a rhyming all over the nymph his Cheapside; and in that nation. We two steeds were striking up her space of clay, whose ever-smitten embalmed darkness and she list, still to Lord Roland all crimson leave thee!

               100

From the daylight of habit; the skies—in eastern gate, Luke Havergal. Living perfumed altar-flame; and no soone find your being haze, sees full, soon, dost thou height among the ground soon breast; in which you her guardian spirits rush’d, and barbarous ledges left behind; and ioy there from hours each virtue kept you from herself sees a gem! ’ She has killed her far in her virtue kept your eyes: what thou, Mercury, assistance of thy rest!

               101

Set myself above the call—the city cap’s a children short sweet, did I love for that true! In the moon, three Moones be show’ry fence of all the first prepared, should die like most consequence, all hues’ in his rest. Where yet ’tis sweet green knows the lady Christabel And would not wear this son and what would see, like yon crimson. Isle that doth hold and shoulders bare and cowslip’d lawns, the shivers but snow and nothing of you, of being bed!

[hookedonapirate]

Through the Rising Tide

Thank you so much for the beautiful graphic @itsfabianadocarmo​!

Summary: The Jones brothers are polar opposites. Liam's the safe and honorable one, straight-laced and straight as an arrow. The good son.

Killian's the dangerous one, the bad boy with tats, leather jackets, a motorcycle and a questionable past.

The only things they have in common are panty-melting sea-blue eyes, the flat they share in Storybrooke and a rare blood type.

Oh, and apparently their taste in women.

Or rather, one woman.

Feisty.

Blonde.

Gorgeous.

Green-eyed Goddess.

Killian saw her first, but she chose his brother—the nice guy over the playboy. And even though she’s dating his brother, it doesn't make him want her any less. If that's not bad enough, she moves in with them and he has to pretend he's not completely in love with her. His life could not get any worse…

Until Liam dies in a tragic motorcycle accident.

Leaving each of them with one half of a broken heart.

Now Killian and Emma are left helping each other pick up the pieces.

Just as they're beginning to learn how to live in their new reality, another riptide pulls them further into the deep end when she finds out she's pregnant with Liam's baby.

Notes: Because I’ve received some comments saying that this fic is “inscestuous” EVEN THOUGH I CLEARLY SAID IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THIS IDEA TO HIT THE BACK BUTTON, I feel like I have to repeat myself and make it louder and clearer for the people in the back: If you're not comfortable with Emma and Killian’s relationship after she is with Liam, or if the idea of Emma being with both brothers at different times makes you squick or is cringy to you, THIS FIC IS NOT FOR YOU AND YOU ARE NOT INVITED TO READ SO HIT THE BACK BUTTON RIGHT NOW. I repeat, if the storyline makes you squick or is cringy to you, THIS FIC IS NOT FOR YOU AND YOU ARE NOT INVITED TO READ SO HIT THE BACK BUTTON RIGHT NOW! For everyone else, please enjoy!

Thank you @ultraluckycatnd​​ for looking it over!

This story was inspired by Baby Mine by Kennedy Fox, and I loved the book so much and thought it was very much underrated. I’ve wanted to write a fic like this for a long time now because it’s one of my favorite tropes, but after I read that book, I just had to write my own take. Also, I made this post about a Baby Yodarita drink last year when it was trending and since the beginning of this story starts one year prior, 2019 and since Killian is a bartender, it was a perfect way to include the prompt.

The title comes from the lyrics of the song, Lay By Me by Ruben. The particular line goes like this:

"I hope you know through the rising tide That I'll be here and you can lay by my side"

If you've never heard it, I recommend giving it a listen. It's an amazing song and very fitting for this story.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VFJbLzEtoZw

P.S. In case you're unable to read the shoulder tattoo in the picture above and are wondering what it says—

"There is no happiness without tears

No life without death

And no true love without heartbreak"

Rated: Explicit for smut (including sexual fantasies, masturbation, implied and detailed sex, etc.) and language (lots of F-bombs).

Also available on: AO3 FF.N

 One Week Later…

  “I’m so sorry I'm late,” Ruby apologizes profusely as she scurries across the bar and rounds the counter. “Please don't fire me,” she pleads, her words full of panic. “I promise it won't happen again.”

  Killian arches a brow, thoroughly amused as he watches her haul ass. Is Ruby Red actually worried about losing her job?

  Well, this is a first. 

  Liam looks up from the paperwork in his hands and actually smiles as he waves off her words. “Don’t worry about it, Rubes.” As he turns around and casually heads into his office... he’s fucking whistling.

  What the hell?

  Killian and Ruby exchange bewildered looks.

  This isn't the only time Liam has left them perplexed lately. He's been easy on his staff all week.

  The question is, what the fuck changed? 

  There can only be one explanation—Liam met someone. He knows this because Liam was like this when he met his last girlfriend. Very lenient and cheerful and whistling all the time. But last time, he told Killian about her. So why hasn’t he said anything this time?

  “I think your brother is broken,” Ruby remarks.

  Killian chuckles and tosses the bar cloth over his shoulder. “Or pussy whipped.”

  Ruby furrows her brows. “I thought you said him not getting laid wasn’t the issue?”

  Killian shakes his head. “No, him not getting laid is why he’s in such a good mood.”

  Ruby’s even more perplexed, not understanding how being sex-deprived could possibly put Liam in a good mood. “Huh?”

  Killian smirks. “He met some lass, and she hasn’t put out yet. Which, being the hopeless romantic Liam is, he’s fine with, but that doesn’t mean he’s not hoping to get some.”

  Ruby rolls her eyes and walks away to begin her shift. “Why are men so fucking complicated?”

  He laughs at her words and the thought of Liam being so nice this entire week over some lass he’s smitten with. Killan’s happy for Liam, but to be honest, his brother's happiness makes him kind of bummed. Because it's reminding him of how unhappy he is. He’s been unhappy and kind of pissed all week. Ever since last Friday, when that angel never came back. 

  He was so enchanted by her.

  He keeps asking himself why she never returned to him. He’d thought they’d had a connection, he’d thought they’d shared a moment. He’d thought she’d felt the same attraction for him he’d felt for her. Was she just leading him on? Or did she find some other bloke who gave her more attention than he could that night?

  He wishes he knew.

  Killian suffers through another evening without seeing Emma enter the bar. He keeps eyeing the door, keeps waiting for her to appear and approach him to explain herself, to supply him with some sort of explanation. But she never shows. 

  The next night is no different. Same agony, different day. But this time, his brother isn't here to poke fun at and distract him from the blonde bombshell weighing on his mind.

  The dim lamp light cascades over the living room when Killian trudges through the door after three a.m. Tossing his keys on an end table, he chucks off his jacket and looks down, seeing Liam's boots laying haphazardly on the floor by the door. Which is odd because he's always yelling at Killian for leaving his shoes on the floor instead of storing them in the closet. 

  Killian shakes off the thought and throws his jacket over a chair before heading to the bathroom. He always needs time to wind down after his shift, but tonight, he just wants to sleep and hopefully forget about Emma for a few goddamn hours. But in order for him to do that, there’s something he must do, first. 

  He’s been unbearably hard all week from thinking about her. So as soon as he feels the hot water spraying his skin under the shower head, he wraps his hand around his cock and strokes himself, his stiff, wet flesh easily slipping through his fist. He can’t help it, though. Emma had stirred something inside him. Something he’s never felt before. 

  He knows this is a bad idea, he knows he shouldn’t get this worked up over someone he’s only spoken to once. But at the moment, he’s too hard and his head’s too foggy with lust, his blood running too hot when he remembers how she’d smiled at him, how she’d bitten her bottom lip, remembers her soft curves and how fantastic her ass looked in those tight jeans and how that sexy, pink lace had clung to her breasts. He groans, needing so desperately to ease the tension before he goes completely mad. 

  Pressing his free hand against the shower wall as the hot stream cascades down his back, he pumps himself harder and faster, grunting as he imagines her pretty lips on his mouth... on his chest... on his stomach... wrapped around his cock. Imagines her humming around him and growing wet from tasting him in her mouth. Imagines what her soft, silky tongue would feel like on him. Imagaines how good her pussy would feel around his cock. Imagines her on top of him, naked and writhing, her skin shimmering in the moonlight as she rode his dick. 

  He can almost hear her moans and short pants in his ear as he imagines taking her breasts in his hands, squeezing firmly while he fucked her good and hard until she was screaming out his name, her walls squeezing him tight as she came all over his cock. 

  His body goes rigid, a rough, drawn-out groan rippling through his throat as Emma's name tumbles from his lips. Seconds later, his hand and stomach are a hot, sticky mess as his hand stills around his pulsing length. His heart is pounding and his breath is ragged as he watches the aftermath of what he’d done disappear into the drain. 

  After he washes the night away from his body (and feels the urge to touch himself again when he lathers his balls and softened cock with soap) he rinses off and steps out of the shower without giving in to more temptation. He dries off with a towel, pulls on a pair of boxers and heads to bed, feeling no shame for what he'd done in the shower. For jerking off to visions of Emma, who’s almost a complete stranger to him. He knows he should feel some kind of guilt or remorse, but right now he can’t find it within himself to feel sorry. He needed that.

  And maybe now, he’ll be able to stop thinking about her long enough to get some shut-eye.

  But it doesn’t bloody work.

  He tosses and turns, still unable to rid her from his mind, and he’s not even sure why. Well, actually he is. She was gorgeous and sexy and playful, and he’d wanted to get to know her. He’d wanted to know everything about her. But apparently, she hadn’t wanted the same from him. 

  He’d waited over an hour for her at the bar the night he met her, and would've waited longer if not for Tina approaching him and chatting his ears off. He'd wanted to either ignore her or tell her he wasn't interested, but he didn't want to be a jackass. And when Emma never showed, he thought about taking Tina up on her offer and bringing her home in an attempt to forget about Emma. To forget about her smile or her eyes or the memorizing light surrounding her or the way she winked at him as she walked away from the bar. 

  But he knew it wouldn’t be fair to Tina to be with her while thinking of another woman. He may be a dashing rapscallion, but he's still a gentleman.

  He’d seen Emma with Mary Margaret and Ruby, and he was half tempted to cash in a favor from Ruby and have her obtain Emma's number, and maybe he should've. But Emma obviously made her choice and he's afraid she would be creeped out by his advances. So he never did.

  Just as Killian is drifting off to sleep, something yanks him awake, but it's not thoughts of her. Rather it's…

  Thump. 

  Thump. 

  Thump.

  Moaning.

  Thump.

  Cursing.

  Thump.

  Grunting.

  Thump.

  What the actual fuck?

  Liam knew Killian had a late shift tonight and yet he decided this was the night to get some action from the mysterious woman he's been seeing? 

  Killian even asked Liam about her, but he completely denied it.

  “Not seeing anyone, my arse,” Killian grumbles, but even though the walls are paper-thin, he's pretty sure he can't be heard over the sounds.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh God, yes!”

  Bloody hell.

  The walls are so thin, he can hear every pant, every moan, he can hear it every goddamn time the headboard slams against the wall.

  “Fuck!”

  Why now? Why wait until four in the fucking morning? Or have they been at it all night? 

  Killian groans and grabs his headphones from his nightstand. He slips them on and plays some music, turning up the volume. He closes his eyes, trying to erase everything from his mind, but he can actually feel the wall rattling and he’s surprised the bed doesn’t come crashing through the drywall.

  He curses and grabs the pillow next to him, covering his face with it. He wants to pound on the wall and tell them to shut the fuck up, but he knows he deserves it. He's done the same thing, he's brought a lass to his bed while Liam was in his room, forced to listen to every sound. 

  Besides, part of him wants to high-five Liam for pleasuring this woman so well and at such a late hour. He wonders how many hours they've been at it.

  He's kind of proud of Liam, actually. He just hopes this one doesn't cheat on Liam like the last girlfriend did.

  “Bloody… fucking... hell!” Liam groans loudly. 

  With one final hard thud, the noises cease.

  Finally.

  Killian removes the pillow from his face and is soon able to get some sleep, but only for a few hours before he's awake again. 

  Unable to fall back asleep, he wipes the sleep from his eyes and drags himself out of bed.

  Coffee.

  He's not sure if the smell wafting through the apartment is due to lack of sleep or if Liam got up and made a pot. Which would surprise him, considering all the amorous activities he engaged in last night. Killian would think he’d be exhausted after that.

  As he nears the kitchen, he can hear pots and pans clanking around, so he knows he's not imagining the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the flat.

  When he enters the kitchen, his eyes are immediately drawn to the coffee pot on the bar counter, and it almost appears to be glowing. “Thanks for making coffee,” he says appreciatively, opening the cupboard door to grab a mug. Though he's not sure he should be very appreciative, considering Liam's to blame for Killian's lack of sleep.

  He and the little vixen he had in his bed last night.

  “I barely got four hours of sleep, thanks to all the banging and screaming coming from your—” His words are frozen in midair when he turns around and sees the nearly bare ass sticking out from the refrigerator door.

  That's definitely not Liam.

  His girlfriend, rather.

  And she’s dressed in nothing but a pair of pink laced panties and one of Liam’s oversized dress shirts.

  Killian smirks and fills his cup before turning around and leaning against the counter, admiring the view while he sips his coffee. There's a half-naked blonde pillaging his refrigerator, but right now he couldn't give a fuck.

  He’s too busy appreciating the view, because bloody hell, she has a dee-lectable ass.

  Liam did good.

  It’s a good thing she’s already been claimed by his brother because otherwise, she’d be in big trouble. Or, rather, not a good thing. It’s quite a shame, actually.

  “What was that, babe?” The sweetest voice pulls Killian from his thoughts as she rises, carrying eggs and milk in her hands. She sets the items on the counter next to the refrigerator and turns around.

  He lifts his gaze from her pretty ass, and when his eyes meet hers... his jaw drops to the fucking floor, his face paling. He almost drops his coffee mug.

  You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.

  He has to blink a few times to make sure it’s actually her. But maybe, just maybe, he’s still sleeping, and this is all just a terrible dream.

  “Killian?”

  Nope. He’s wide awake.

  And the woman standing in his kitchen, wearing nothing but panties and a shirt that falls just past her butt is real. And just like that, Killian’s hopes of being with this woman shatter into a million pieces. 

  “Emma?”

  There’s a shocked expression plastered on her face, but he doubts she’s more surprised than he is right now. He had never suspected the woman making all those noises in his brother’s room to possibly be the same woman he met in the bar last week. The same woman who’s been on the forefront of his mind ever since. The same woman he’d jerked off to thoughts of only a few hours ago.

  “You two know each other?” Liam’s voice sounds through the kitchen when he enters and glances between them, seeing the recognition flickering in their eyes. He walks across the kitchen and pulls a half-naked Emma into his arms, pressing her body against his. He hadn’t even bothered to throw on any clothes either and is only in his boxers. 

  “We met at the bar last week,” Emma answers, because apparently Killian lost his ability to speak. His brain is too occupied with the fact that Liam and Emma are together, their hands all over each other as she’s semi-straddling his thigh.

  Well, fuck.

  He just doesn't understand how this happened. How had his charm not worked on Emma like it had worked on so many women before her? And he was actually genuine with her. He wasn’t charming her just so he could get into her pants. He actually wanted to get to know her. Besides, even if he ended up taking her back to his flat, he had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to have just one night with her.

  “Is that so?”

  “Yeah, the same night you and I met. He made me a Baby Yodarita.”

  “A Baby Yodarita?” Liam parrots, amusement obvious in his tone.

  “Yeah, I made it up based on Baby Yoda, but Killian was happy to accept the challenge.”

  Liam chuckles and takes her chin in his hand, bringing her lips to his. “Of course he did. He’ll do anything for tips.”

  Killian balls his hand into a fist. He didn’t make her that special drink to get a tip from her. He didn’t even charge her for the damn drink.

  He wants to strangle his brother for saying that and for having his paws all over Emma, but he’s still trying to process what she’d said about meeting him the same night she met Liam. When had she met him? They weren’t there at the same time, so how did they meet? It must have been outside the bar.

  Wait a bloody minute. 

  Killian’s eyes widen when something occurs to him. Was Liam the reason Emma never came back to him that night?

  Emma’s eyes dart between them when something occurs to her too. “So, this is your brother?” she asks Liam. “You said you lived with him.”

  “Aye. And I’m sorry if he startled you. I thought he’d still be sleeping.”

  “It’s fine,” she assures, waving off his apology.

  Wait a damn minute. Liam’s sorry she was startled? Killian was the one kept up by all the noises coming from Liam’s room.

  “And what, I don’t get an apology for being kept awake by all the noises? You do realize I can hear everything through the paper-thin walls, right?”

  Liam and Emma exchange blushing smiles, but neither of them seems apologetic. “Sorry, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other last night,” Liam comments, brushing his nose against hers. She smirks, displaying her total agreement as she caresses his cheek.

  Killian staves off a groan of disapproval. “I gathered that,” he says casually, trying not to sound completely gutted.

  “So you two must’ve met while I went on that wild goose chase David sent me on,” Liam guesses, thankfully changing the subject.

  “Wild goose chase?” Killian inquires, furrowing his brows in confusion. 

  “Aye, it’s a funny story, actually.” Liam chuckles, his eyes glued to Emma as she smiles at him. He finally tears his gaze from her to look at Killian as he wraps his big hands around her little waist. “So before I left to run those errands I told you about, I received a text from David asking me to look after his little sister who was bar-hopping with his wife. So I get there and she’s nowhere to be found. Well, when I returned, I ran into this stunning angel just outside the bar,” he says, squeezing her hip and pulling her closer. “Well, I quickly find out, she’s David’s sister.”

  “Oh,” Killian utters, still shocked by this entire set of circumstances. It made him forget little details, like the fact that Mary Margaret is her sister-in-law and therefore David is her brother.

  “Anyway, she missed her Uber, and after we started talking, I offered her a ride home,” he looks at her again, with googly eyes and a blushing smile as she gazes at him with the same love-struck expression on her face, “and the rest was history.”

  “Wait, so that’s why you left the bar that night? To spy on Emma?” Killian glances at her, a little pissed she’d put up with Liam stalking her. “And you weren’t pissed at him for that?”

  “A little, at first,” she admits shyly, “but more so at my brother for asking him to spy on me in the first place. Besides, look at this face,” she says, cupping Liam’s chin in her hand as she smiles at him. “How could I possibly be mad at a face like this?” He grins and leans in, capturing her lips with his.

  Killian wants to ask her exactly when she left the bar, but he’s afraid of what the answer would be. He stares at Liam, wondering why he never mentioned her. “So, why did you tell me you weren’t seeing anyone when I asked you about it?” Okay, and part of him is hoping to get him in trouble with her.

  But instead of looking pissed, guilt flashes in her eyes. Like she had something to do with it. 

  Liam eyes his brother apologetically. “We didn’t want to tell anyone about us yet. David’s my good mate and we don’t know exactly how he’ll take the news when he finds out about us. He’s very protective of Emma, if you couldn’t already tell. So we haven’t told anyone.”

  Killian scoffs. “Since when haven’t you been able to tell me anything without worrying I wouldn’t keep your secret?”

  “I know, I know. I should’ve just told you. I shouldn’t have lied.” He gazes at Emma again, a little more serious now as he caresses her cheek. “But I could tell right away Emma was something special, and I didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize my chance to be with her.” Emma blushes and smiles as he rests his forehead against hers. “ Very special,” he emphasizes, brushing his thumb over her button lip.

  She presses a palm against his chest. “I could tell you were, too,” she says sweetly, as though they’re having an intimate conversation. As though Killian’s not even in the room, inwardly dying inside. If only Liam knew what this was doing to his brother. 

  “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me,” Killian assures them, trying to disguise how unnerved he is that she picked Liam over him.

  Liam pulls his head back suddenly, as though he just realized something. “Wait, you mean to tell me you saw Killian first that night?” he asks her.

  “Yeah… why?” she asks dubiously.

  A slow smile crawls over his lips as he looks at Killian. “Because, I think this is the first time someone has actually seen my little brother first and ended up with me, instead of the other way around.”

  Emma cocks a brow, intrigued by this. “Really?”

  Killian doesn’t even bother to correct Liam for calling him little brother. He’s too busy seeing red.

  “Aye. Most women prefer the bad boy type over the nice guy,” he says with a smile. “But not you. If I didn't know you were a keeper then, I sure as hell do now.” He presses the pad of his thumb against her chin and kisses her forehead. 

  Killian thinks he’s going to be sick as he watches them. 

  This is all wrong.

  It was supposed to be him taking Emma home. It was supposed to be him bringing her pleasure over and over again until both of them were sweaty and exhausted and yet still couldn't keep their hands off each other. It was supposed to be him standing in the kitchen, wrapping his arms around her half-naked body and kissing her shamelessly as his brother watched. 

  It wasn’t supposed to be the other way around.

  Killian can’t get over the irony of it all. The irony of him jerking off and fantasizing about the same goddamn woman Liam was having sex with right down the hall. 

  It makes him wonder how many times Liam's been in this exact position. How many times had he laid his eyes on a lass, only to come home and find her in his brother’s arms? How many times had Liam touched himself with thoughts of a woman in his head before finding out she was messing around with his brother?

  He’s not sure; all he knows is karma's a bitch.

  “I should probably start breakfast before the milk and eggs get spoiled,” Emma says when she notices the items are still on the counter.

  “I told you I would make breakfast,” Liam says as she saunters over to crack open the egg carton. 

  She smirks at him over her shoulder. “You already gave me a hot breakfast in bed.”

  Liam quirks a brow. “When would I have done that? You were in my arms until you got up to use the bathroom.” 

  Killian takes a sip of his coffee, grimacing as he tries to block out their conversation. They’ve only been together for a week and already act like a fucking married couple.

  “True, but before that, you gave me some delicious sausage.”

  Killian chokes on his coffee and spits it out. Do they not realize he’s still in the room?”

  “What the bloody hell, Killian?” Liam upbraids as he inspects Emma to make sure none of the coffee spilled on her. 

  But Killian only got it on himself. He curtly slams the coffee mug on the counter and walks across the kitchen with clenched teeth, ripping a piece of paper towel from the roll to wipe off the coffee he spit out.

  “Sorry,” Emma says after realizing she probably shouldn’t have made the sausage remark with Liam’s brother in the room.

  You think?

  “Why are you sorry? I’m not,” Liam murmurs against her ear and grabs her hips from behind as she tries to crack some eggs into a bowl. “You can taste my sausage anytime.”

  She looks over at him and smirks. “Hmmm, I like the idea of that. But right now, it’s my turn to make you breakfast.”

  Liam growls and spins her around, picking her up like she weighs nothing, and placing her on the counter. He buries his face in the crook of her neck, gently biting her there, his words muffled against her skin as his hands slide up her thighs and under the hem of the shirt she’s wearing. “I can think of something else I’d rather eat.”

  That’s it.

  Killian’s going to vomit. He tosses the paper towel into the trash and storms out of the kitchen, his face probably green from how ill he’s feeling right now. 

  How the bloody hell did this happen? 

  “Killian.”

  The sound of his name coming from her lips causes his jaw to clench. She and Liam seemed so lovesick, Killian’s surprised they were able to tear themselves away from each other for two bloody seconds.

  When he spins around to face her, Emma’s holding his mug in her hands, her eyes flickering with apology. “You forgot this,” she says, offering it to him.

  “Thanks but I can’t stomach anything at the moment,” he grumbles, sounding angrier than he had intended.

  “I’m sorry,” she murmurs, probably so Liam can't hear her. “I didn’t know he was your brother.”

  “There’s nothing to be sorry for. It’s not like you and I were ever together,” he says bitterly as his eyes drop to the mug she’s holding. “On second thought, I’ll take that.” He grabs the coffee from Emma’s hands and gulps it down, since it’s no longer hot. Emma doesn’t speak as she stares at him, probably unsure of what to say.

  Killian lowers the mug and gives her a hard look before turning around and heading to the bathroom, deciding he needs another shower. After what he’d done in the shower while thinking of Emma and then after what he’d witnessed and heard in the kitchen, he feels filthy all over, almost as if he’s covered in slimy worms. He has to scrub himself down since he can’t scrub away the images that will now be permanently burned in his brain. 

  The images of Liam and the girl Killian wants but knows he can never have.

  Fuck… my… life.

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The Broken Hearted Comfort Five (Still not work safe at times)

One more done before I sleep....more dub con elements....

  Hook hadn't been in the best of moods, when he had thrown Belle over his shoulder. Several strong feelings had been behind such an action, the least of which being that of his impatience. Whether that impatience was stronger for the need to get free of this tower, or if it was for the desire to bed the lass the first chance that he could get, Hook didn't yet know. Both seemed so equally urgent, the lust that he has been struggling with feeling for Belle, making him careless, even downright foolish. He should after all know better than this. Know that now wasn't the time to delay for anything, let alone the sex he had already been waiting on for several weeks now.

His body didn't seem to care, his libido not giving a damn to what was right, and what was wrong. That inexplicable lust that he felt for the woman, all of those strong desires and urges, that NEED, were raging further and further out of control. Leaving his blood burning hot, and rendering his body rock hard. Every muscle made rigid and tense with it, Hook could feel the strain of him holding back, and how much doing such a thing made him suffer so.

It wasn’t helping to have her so near. Regardless of how, whether she was pinned and squirming beneath him, or struggling in place as she lay suspended, draped over one strong shoulder. Either way he had and still did feel her breasts, that pliant softness against him. Rising and falling with her rapid breaths, what had started as a bit of a struggle, was now escalating in intensity, that of Belle’s efforts to get free. That spirited lass was just short of thrashing wildly about, at times pounding her small fists against his back. Such blows weren’t having the desired effect, not in cooling his twisted passion down, or serving to annoy him as much as the beauty would have him be. He was simply too used to such things, to the act of carrying off a struggling female, due to his long lived career as a pirate.

It was that skill, long practiced and perfected, that kept his steps from faltering. It was why Hook didn’t so much as stumble from Belle’s most wildest of movements. She could struggle and scream all she liked, and would still come no closer to getting free, the pirate not about to drop her even at his most exasperated. With steps that were both careful and precise, he made his way down the tower’s spiraling mammoth of a stair case. Belle maintained her fight, a valiant effort made as she kicked out with her legs, while shouting and begging for a help that was not coming.

"Afraid that mine is the only help you'll get here, sweet heart." Hook told her, his voice carrying easily enough over even the worst of her shouts. Her legs though continued to kick, one nearly catching him in the face. That was what finally snapped some of his remaining patience, Hook slapping his hand against Belle's shapely bottom. Her furious screaming turned into that of an indignant gasp, the woman shocked by what he had just done. By what he continued to now do, Hook unable to stop touching her now that she had given him a reason to.

"Stop that!" Belle snapped, and if possible, her squirming became something even more wild. Not once though, did she try to again kick out again, the lesson perhaps learned, the woman perhaps fearing such behavior would earn her another slap to her soft bottom. He would have to, if such a thing was necessitated by her, although the pirate was far more interested in curving his hand over her rump in a far different manner. It wasn’t just her flesh’s pliant softness that he was so enamored with now, but that faint heat he could feel coming off her. The warm skin that lay partially revealed, Belle’s struggles and the aid of his exploring hand, having dislodged her tunic enough, so that its hem had ridden up high enough so that her panties lay exposed.

They were nothing like the ones she had worn that night in the alleyway, the volumes of fine silk replaced with the thinnest and most scandalous of cotton. So barely nonexistent, and nothing like what a lady would normally wear, the sight and feel of it was enough to make Hook break out into a sweat. There was no chance of any real behaving, the pirate’s excitement incited to an incendiary heat that would burn them BOTH alive, and her panties were now just something else in HIS way, his fingers grasping at the too thin fabric. His own breath harsh with such desperation, the impulse to strip and tear her free of what little that she was wearing, was one he almost obeyed without hesitation, situation and circumstance be damned, and that wasn’t at all okay, some sliver thin part of him able to acknowledge the inherent wrongness of his actions. There was a time and a place for everything, and with the hoarsest of moans, and most foulest of curses, he just barely was able to stop himself.

Already trembling with both the fear and that of her own awareness, Belle had quieted down for several more steps. He’d almost think they’d make it all the way down without any more words spoken, but it was a deceptive quiet that had been bought. She wasn’t yet so thoroughly defeated by him, or by the situation, dangling as she was across his shoulder. He could almost imagine her mind whirling a million seconds a minute, Hook hoping that she was processing and coming to grips with the hand fate had dealt them, and NOT planning a sneak attack of some sort.

“You won’t get away with this.” It wasn’t as passionate as such a proclamation deserved, Belle’s voiced more tired than anything. “The Queen will see to that. She’ll...”

"The Queen will have more prisoners to track down than even she can manage." It was interjected with a smile, a reckless uncaring to him, as he angled down another few steps. “Ah, you hear that?” He asked her, of the celebratory sounding cheers that echoed from lower down in the tower.

“Your crew?” She sounded more fearful than anything, and was woefully misguided on just who those sounds actually belong to.

“Ah love, you’re wrong about that. Those are the sound of the prisoners going free. The many men and women captured that my pirates have let loose.” It was louder yet, those people not yet ready to leave this place, not until they had finished ransacking the tower in preparation for their travels.

“Why would they...you bother?” Belle asked, then sighed. “Never mind. There’s no way I would be so deluded as to think you do it out of pity or kindness. You think to throw the Queen off track…? More’s a fool that YOU are, because she too is deluded. Enough so to make me her top priority.”

That stirred something else that went beyond his lustful obsession, an honest curiosity filling him. Beyond that of the carnal, the pirate knew very little about this woman, about who she was, and of where she had come from. He certainly didn’t know much about her enemies, save that the Evil Queen had been after her. Not even Smee, with all of his skill for finding out the impossible, had been able to divine just what the Queen’s interest in Belle could have been about.

“Why is that?” Hook spoke it out loud, and it was a question to her, and to himself, the pirate puzzled over Smee’s inability here.

"It...it doesn't matter." came her hesitant answer. "It can't be worse than what you intend!"

"You insult me so." Hook muttered, before his voice turned thick and silky with seductive intent. “And after I came all this way here JUST for YOU.” He was practically purring then, and it was all he could do to keep from caressing over her again.

"And that is suspicious in and of itself!" Belle snapped. "Damn you, put me down!" She sounded almost regal, the way that she spoke with such authority. But be she princess or peasant, Hook took orders from no one, continuing to carry her in a most ungainly manner, draped as she was over him. Even before she let out so infuriated a sound, Hook could tell that she was already fuming. Belle was not one to like her demands going ignored, anymore than Hook liked his own desires continuing to be neglected, His lust an ever present thing, it weighed him down when his steps should have been lighter for the rescue that had been done, that obsession that he had, leaving him the one annoyed. He could barely endure it, that of Belle’s continued attempts at rejection, and the fact that the woman hadn’t once acted at all grateful for the saving the pirate had done. He was pretty sure she would have been left to rot in that windowless room that had passed for her cell, his beauty the most carefully guarded of all the people the Queen had ever jailed. Never again would she have seen the light of a sun lit day, or have been allowed to feel the warmth of another person’s touch, no one else having been looking for her. No one else even concerned enough to even attempt the kind of rescuing that Hook had just done. For that alone should the lass be grateful, her broken heart thawing just a little, to express something more than this dislike.

It was an understatement to say that Hook was expecting Belle to reward him, for her to be willing, even eager to express her relief and her joy over the saving. That she was none of those things, was to put it mildly, completely and utterly aggravating. After all that he had done, all of the lengths that Hook had gone to, the effort that had been put into planning this rescue? A little gratitude was the very least of what he had been expecting. He might not have expected her to immediately fall on him with her arms open, but neither had Hook been prepared for the slap, or for quite as much of the anger that she had expressed. He hadn’t yet caught on to the fact that she was scared of him, terrified of the intimacy his lust had made clear he was desiring. He was too far gone to think that straight, instead letting his own disappointment burn in a way that was ever so different from that ruinous desire that ran hot like a fever within him. Yes, he acknowledged to himself. Yes, it was true that he had thoroughly botched that night in the alley, that he had treated the lass far too shabbily. And yes, Hook had hurt her, had gone so far as to introduce Belle to sex in one of the worst and most careless of ways possible. But did she really mean it when Belle had insisted she preferred staying the Queen's prisoner, to leaving this place with Hook?

It was simply too incomprehensible! The pirate couldn’t understand it, anymore than he could realize just how badly he had in effect scared Belle with his overly amorous stunts on the prison cot. That it hadn’t been just his attempts at molestation, or that of his blatantly voiced intentions, but that he was the living, breathing embodiment of one half her heart break, and made all the more terrifying with the seductive menace of his desires. That voiced lust that was as much a threat as it was a dark promise, Belle frightened at the thought of continuing what he had tried to ignite at a later time and a more suitable place.

Absolutely clueless to the fright he had and continued still to cause her, Hook still had those very lustful intentions in mind. Ones he intended to fully see through to their orgasmic end, Hook wanting Belle, and wanting her NOW. He was not of mind to be put off by refusals for long, sure that he could seduce or at the very least reason with her towards why she should be grateful. He told himself that once Belle was made to understand the very real situation, she would quickly get over any remaining objections that she might have still had.

It was more than a little delusional, the situation with Belle proving far more complex than that of any of the different kind of women Hook had been used to dealing with. Everything from simpering damsels in distress, to cunning shrews that had been willing to do anything and everything to survive, why even the calculating and capable women aboard his ship, were nowhere near close to the kind of lass Belle was proving to be. She was a woman ready to mold her own destiny with her own choices, be they good, or be they bad, even if they should keep her imprisoned or see her set free. She had no wish to be dependent on anyone for her future and her safety, least of all, that of the pirate who had so cruelly, and so carelessly taken her virginity.

That night was weighing heavy on her mind as well, Belle unable to NOT think back to the way that she had so stupidly given herself to the pirate. She could and had called herself a fool a million times over, regretting immensely what she had allowed to have happened. What she was determined wouldn't happen again, regardless of the pirate's wishes, and the fact that he was still taking advantage of the situation, to steal touches on her flesh, that hand bold in the caresses it did over her.

Her face red from more than just her blush, Belle was so angry. As well as so scared. She knew for certain at least one of the things that the pirate now wanted from her, though sex was hardly what Belle considered to be the motivating factor of this so called rescue. There was little that she knew for certain, but her suspicions had led her down a path. One that said that the pirate had somehow learned exactly who she was, what she was, and intended to ransom her for a small fortune.

He'd most likely get that fortune too. Her kingdom might be a poor one, and her people might consider Belle a martyr and tainted by Rumplestiltskin, but her father, their King, still loved her. Enough so that he would pay any price, even bankrupt their kingdom further, in an effort to see his daughter safe. It was infuriating to think she was once again to be someone's pawn, the bargaining chip in which the fate of thousands rested upon.

It burned, the mere idea that Belle was once again not in control of her own destiny. That she had to rely on other people to decide her ultimate fate. That she hadn't been about to get free of this tower, without someone, be it the pirate's or Rumplestiltskin's help. In this moment Belle felt cursed by fate, unable to truly affect anything of any importance on her own.

But she wasn't ready to sit back and admit defeat. She wasn't ready to be the puppet guided by someone else strings. Belle was smart, she was resourceful, and if given enough time and tools, she'd find a way, escaping the pirate and his plans for her and her kingdom.

Until then, she'd bide her time. Admittedly she was uneasy, downright fearful of the pirate's blatant sexual interest. He had already touched her far more than was appropriate, regardless of what had happened that night in the alleyway. His voiced assumptions on what he was expecting, was even worse, as was the fact that he was using her precarious perch on his shoulder to fondle her bottom.

In the time it had taken the pirate to carry her down three flights of stairs, Belle had realized the futility of hysterics. Screaming wasn't summoning any help, the guards, her jailers already dead. The prisoners who were behind the cheering that she had heard, clearly weren’t interested in investigating any single woman's screams. And kicking had only gotten the pirate to do a hard spank on the very bottom he was now groping!

Belle gritted her teeth, again silently fuming. Eyeing the tower's walls, searching for something, even a torch to grab hold of as a weapon. But the pirate was staying well away from the reach of the walls, far too experienced to allow her such an opportunity. He continued his impertinent touching, and then she felt it, his fingers nudging under the band of her panties. That was the cause for Belle to forgot all about the reasons why she shouldn't kick, why it was useless to scream. She went wild, cursing him, calling him all manner of names, as she thrashed about, legs flailing, fists pounding on his back.

She heard his own voice let out an exasperated curse, and then Belle was shifted. She didn't stop her squirming, if anything she fought even more as she was slid down the pirate's body. The instant her feet touched the stairs, Belle tried to spring away. Only to find that the pirate was grabbing her around the waist, jerking her hard against his front.

His eyes which had been dark with such a strong felt annoyance, took on a different light to them. A downright hungry gleam, the pirate staring at her, pressing Belle all the more firmly against his body. Her voice took on a strangled note, Belle becoming aware of more than just the powerful build of his body. For he was AROUSED, a fact that made her stomach curl in fear and distaste.

Hook saw the way that she had reacted, felt the way that her body had stiffened in displeasure. But he couldn't stop a damn thing, let alone his own reactions to her nearness. Having her pressed this close was worse than when she had been on his shoulder, her ample sized breasts quivering with every breath against him. At least she had stopped her downright spastic flailings, Hook having almost come close to dropping her by accident. That could have been disastrous, with them this close to the edge of the spiral staircase, with the long drop in which one could have plummet easily to their death.

As scary as the thought of dropping her had been, Hook couldn't fight the lust coursing through him now. The lust that made demands of them both, Hook staring down at Belle's face. At her lips, which had been the fuel of a number of erotic fantasies, Hook remembering the inexperienced but eager way that Belle had kissed him that first night.

He nearly groaned then, but somehow stifled that sound from coming out. Belle was still able to guess his intent from the look in his eyes, and from the way that he leaned in, the woman starting to say something in protest. It was lost when his mouth covered hers, Hook's fingers digging into her hip, his other arm locked around her in unyielding possession.

It wasn't a complete relief to be kissing her now. Hook's urges were too strong for just that, the man wanting, no, needing to be inside her. To sink himself fully into the miraculous spot between her legs, to bring them both panting and delirious, every thrust burying him deeper. That need translated into the hard urgency in which he now kissed Belle with, Hook fighting the impulse to pin her against the nearest surface and just take what he wanted.

The dozens of reasons why he shouldn't be doing this right this very second, were fleeing his mind. His focus was going, Hook more enamored with the sweet softness of Belle's lips. Of the heat that surged through him at the pressing together of their mouths. Of the feel of her light attempts to squirm free, her breasts rubbing over his chest. If he could, if he had the time and luxury, Hook would have devoured her whole. As it were, he kept telling himself just a few seconds more, prolonging the kiss, savoring it and her.

Belle for her part was in shock, and outright dismayed, with her fear ratcheting up by several noticeable notches. As distasteful as it was to have the pirate keep on kissing her, it was even worse for the fact that she had almost responded. The memories of the kisses shared in the alleyway had risen up, Belle recalling how she had very much enjoyed that part of her encounter with the pirate. He had made her feel desirable, wanted, had awakened her to just how wonderful a kiss could be.

But the memory of the pain and shame that had followed, the way the pirate had used her for his own selfish needs, had also risen up, making her eyes water. The tears reminded her that he was not anything like the men she should be associating with, that he was a cad and a villain. That he didn't give a damn about her, and was willing to do anything, even hurt her again, for his own lusts and ambitions.

Belle's next impulse was to bite down on his lip, but thankfully a cooler thought prevailed. She began thinking past her humiliations, her fears, to actually start to scheme. To notice things besides the kiss, and the fact that the pirate was hard against her. She became aware of how he had things strapped to his side, a scabbard for his sword, and a smaller sheathe that was the size of about a small dagger.

With a look that would have been described as devious had the pirate not been so consumed by the kiss, Belle let herself soften. She stopped outright fighting, letting the pirate part her lips with his. The man’s kiss in no way lessened in eagerness, but it became something more. Less demanding, less punishing, turning almost gentle. Coaxing even, Belle fighting not the response that she gave him, but the way that her body so love starved, wanted to soften in acceptance of what the pirate now gave her.

Hook didn't know what to make of the fact Belle was kissing him back, save to savor the sweet response, the elation he felt at this the most unexpected of victories. She tasted so good, all honey and sweetness, her skin a creamy delight that brought to mind all of the times that Hook had spent pleasuring himself to the scent of it on her bed sheets.

He didn't know what it was about Belle, what made him experience a lust like he had never before felt. A lust that was so consuming, it pushed thoughts and grief out of his mind, made him forget for a time his pain. It, she, made him wild, made him crazed, Hook feeling the roar of masculine satisfaction when Belle went from pushing at him, to wrapping her arms around his waist.

Her delicate hands then caressed over his sides, Hook thinking nothing strange of that. If anything he felt triumphant, assuming she had finally come around, that she had finally realized her position, and just who she should be grateful to and how.

Hook's mood improved immensely, he didn't know the feelings that were going through Belle's head. How her heart hammered in fear and with her nerves, how her flesh goose pimpled, her hands practically shaking as she caressed him. She didn't go immediately for the dagger, continuing to kiss him, to let him think that she was submitting. Her heart seemed to stop when her fingers closed around the hilt of the dagger, the pirate having let out a very feral sounding growl.

Belle nearly collapsed in relief when the realization came that the growl had nothing to do with her attempted theft. The pirate was merely being vocal in his pleasure, and so feral in his need. Belle again drew the dagger ever so slowly from him, keeping her other hand busy on him, caressing instead of shoving him away like she so dearly wanted to.

Pocketing the dagger in her tunic, Belle wasn't prepared to use it just yet. Not until she was free and far from this tower. Not until she had money and a means to travel, Belle wondering what else she could take from the pirate.

Belle let the kiss continue for a few seconds more, knowing too break it off too soon would rouse the pirate's suspicions. But the sudden press of him against her, the feel of his erection big, bold, and threatening, was more than she could take. With a gasp, Belle managed to pull free of the kiss, wanting to slap him, and settling instead for turning her face to the side.

He'd actually linger a kiss on her cheek before speaking her name in a questioning tone.

"Belle?"

It was then a startled realization worked its way to the forefront of her brain. He knew her name, but she didn't even know who he was, a fact that put her at a yet another disadvantage. Not that Belle thought it mattered what his name was, not when she didn't intend for him to be more than another road bump on her bid for freedom.

"Just who are you?" She demanded out loud. He reacted with surprise, and then did a sheepish blink of his eyes. He didn't let go of her, practically breathing in her ear.

"Forgive me for my lax in manners." Belle nearly snorted at that, for she felt he had none. But it was distracting the way the pirate's lips seemed to caress the curve of her ear, Belle shivering from more than just cold or mere fear. "My name is Hook. I am captain of the Jolly Roger pirates."

If he expected her to be impressed by any of this, she was not, Belle quirking an eyebrow in derision. Hook, how quaint, how fitting a nickname given his missing hand. "Well, captain." She spoke out loud, voice seething in sarcastic parody of politeness. "You'll forgive me this moment of insanity, for it won't be happening again."

If she had expected her announcement to be cutting in its rejection, Belle was sorely disappointed. Hook just smirked and murmured in her ear, right before he tongued at it, "We'll be seeing about that, won't we, sweet."

Of all the arrogant, over confidant, pompous men she had known, and that was saying something considering Belle had been engaged to Gaston, Hook was in a category all of his own. It practically rendered her speechless, Belle attempting to wrench herself free of his arms. She was made aware of how helpless she was in comparison to his strength, Hook holding onto her, until she had stopped fighting.

Grateful he hadn't tried to kiss her again, Belle could only stew silently when Hook slowly, cautiously let her step free. But then he took hold of her arm, his grip ready to turn bruising at the slightest show of resistance. Belle instead trailed behind him, glaring daggers into his back, hating how amused Hook was, and how he had smirked about the likelihood of another kiss happening.

Determined for the kiss to never again be repeated, Belle was sure she would do what was needed to protect herself and what was left of her virtue.

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To Be Continued....

08/27/2021 Updated, with some tweaking here and there, and some major rewriting going on in one section.

Michelle

[johns-prince]

Genderbend AU: John Lennon and Paula McCartney [McLennon]

“If Paul would have been a woman, John would have been in love with her”  – Yoko Ono (John was in love with Paul, thing is it only would’ve made their love much easier to act on and be public with if, Paul had been a woman)

“Oi, John!” 

John looked up from trying to re-tune his guitar after fixing the busted string, squinting up at Ivan from where he sat, giving him a rather bothered look. 

“Brought a friend of mine.” 

A smaller figure stepped out from behind Ivan; at the first glance all John caught was a dainty little thing, a bird obviously. 

Oh, 

a bird. 

Feet dropping from their relaxed position on the chair opposite of him, John sat straight up, doing a double take, and this time really saw Ivan’s little friend. Well, as best as he could without his specs. 

“John, this is Paula McCartney. Paula, John Lennon,” Ivan introduced the two.

She certainly was a dainty little thing, a lovely, delicate, slender little girl, with long, long legs. Couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering even if he tried. While John didn’t care much for what a girl wore [all that mattered was if he could get it off her quick and easy] he had to admit, the dress this girl had on looked very good on her; white summer dress that hugged her, what looked like a blue ribbon wrapped about her small waist. It contrasted the dark black hair of hers, and to John’s amusement, was tied back in an obviously loose, hurried way– but it worked, very Brigitte Bardot, John thought to himself. 

Then her face, God in heaven, her face– if only he could put his glasses on to see her better. A heart shaped face, with a cute little button nose and the biggest doe-eyes John had ever seen, with the thickest, darkest lashes. Only later when he’d get the courage to put on his glasses around her, would he realize her eyes were hazel.  What put it altogether were a pair of lips that were so pouty, so full– lips that were made for kissing raw. Finally, John met the girls’ gaze, and it was like a jolt of energy had been shot right into his veins, feeling the hair on the back of his neck stand. This girl was beautiful.

John’s tongue suddenly felt thick, heavy and dry like he had a mouth full of cotton instead. Damn Ivan, not warning John what sort of ‘little friend’ he was bringing for John to meet. Trying his best to keep his cool, all John could manage was a simple, Hi Paula, before turning back to his guitar, though at this point he was just fiddling with it, couldn’t focus. Shy, a bit flustered, voice soft as she responded,  “Hullo, John.” When no other pleasantries were exchanged, Paula then turned to Ivan, and reaching out towards the guitar he’d been holding, was passed over to her, along with some small object he’d been holding in one of his pockets for her as well. As if approaching some wild animal, Paula carefully took a step closer to John, catching his attention once more, eyes darting down at the guitar she held tightly in front of her, then darting back up with a curious look now. Worrying at her bottom lip, “D’ya need some help, with that?” 

For a short moment John didn’t respond, just stared at Paula, look turning from curious to surprised, an eyebrow quirking; then, turning away from her back to his guitar, responded with a, “Sure, take a seat.” 

While she tried to hold it back, a small grin broke across her face as she watched John pull the now vacant seat besides him. John himself had to bite the inside of his cheek, hard, to keep his own smile of interest down. 

Seated, she offered her own guitar to him, and he took it as she went to work on his. John watched as her slender fingers fussed with the pegs, before curiously inspecting hers. The strings were the wrong way! “Hey,” John said, catching Paula’s attention. “What’s with your guitar?”  “Oh, I’m left handed,” with that she turned her attention back to tuning, and as she plucked at a string, brought that little object, a guitar tuner, to her lips. “There we go, I- how ‘bout I check the others, while I’m here,” Paul said, glancing over to John as if waiting for any objections, but when John simply gave a curt nod, she smiled and went on ahead. John quietly watched, most of his attention on Paula’s hands, the way she bit at her bottom lip while focused on something; and when John’s eyes would occasionally drift about, he noticed all the other lads were just as curious and watchful as he was. Something akin to jealousy made itself known, which John quickly found stupid. 

“Fancy that,” Though surprised, John found himself much more impressed by this girl. Eyeing all the boys as he went on, “She’s good, don’t know many women who can do this…” Turning to Ivan, John asked as if Paula wasn’t right there, “Can she play as good as she can tune?” Before Paula could say anything herself, Ivan, as if she was his girl to brag about, said, “Oh she can play, John.” Speaking directly to Paula, Ivan urged, “Gotta show ‘im Paulie.” A grin grew across John’s face, playful, all white teeth; “Yeah Paulie,” John drawled out the childish nickname, “Y’should play somethin’ for us.” A pause, “for me.”

With both Ivan and John staring at her now, Ivan predictably, but John… well, he certainly got her cheeks rosy with such a look. Biting the inside of her cheek, her large eyes darted from one boy to the other, before falling on John, a ghost of amusement quirking the edge of her lips. With a soft shrug of her shoulders, she gave only a soft hum as a response before going back to the guitar.

“There,” sitting up straight, a soft smile on her face as she turned to John, offering back his guitar. “Thanks Paula,” John said, gingerly taking his back. “Would’ve taken me ages to do that.” With that he handed her guitar back, which she took along with his smile of gratitude. Despite looking like a true Ted, rough and big with his quiff and sideburns and squint, Paula had to admit, he came off as genuine to her. She’d expected him to be a bit putt off by her, being a girl and all; but no, he was… cool. Since she was being honest, she’d also admit that this John fella wasn’t bad looking– quite good looking, really. Suave, was maybe another one of the many words she’d use to describe John. 

Noticing herself staring, Paula ducked her head, brushing a dark strand of hair behind her ear; turning to Ivan, she handed him the pipe-tuner back to him to hold for her. While she had looked away, Paula could feel that John hadn’t, his stare burning his skin and making her feel bothered [she reasoned why she felt hot was because of how warm it was inside this little church] 

Standing, holding her guitar besides her by the neck, the other hand nervously tugging down at her skirt before reaching up to twiddle with strands of hair; “Well,” she said, tangling her finger, wincing as she pulled it loose. John, simply gazing up at her with that damnable smile, arms resting along the side of his guitar’s body. “Yeah?” John returned, and then with a teasing tone of voice, almost goading, “What does this little bird got?” A challenge. 

John watched with fascinated bemusement as something changed in that pretty face, those eyes burning feisty, he could tell even without his clear vision; and instead of shying back, playing meek, Paula’s shoulders squared. Oh now, this girl certainly was a treat. Without explanation Paula toed out of her simple heeled shoes, and John took note this girl wasn’t wearing nylons… Some of the boys broke out in a whisper, and John looked over at Ivan, expecting him to say something, but all he got was a look like, “Just watch.” So, he did, he watched as she swung her guitar up, cradling it close, and for a moment settle herself down. 

‘What does this little bird got,’ Paula thought to herself with a huff. With one last calming breath, Paula threw herself into exactly what she got.

They watched, rather captivated by this young girl, shamelessly playing out her own renditions of ‘Twenty Flight Rock,’ and ‘Be-Bop-A-Lula’; then a trio of Little Richard tunes, including ‘Tutti-Frutti’, ‘Good Golly, Miss Molly’, and ‘Long Tall Sally’. John took note she’d switched some pronouns around in some of the songs, but it worked– she worked. For such a sweet voice she certainly had some pipes on her, beautiful even, even if it wasn’t exactly expected for women to be able to even do this sorts of music. She swayed and slid with the music, moving in such ways that, for Little Richard and Eddie Cochran could pull off, but would be highly unladylike for someone like Paula. But she went for it, and John was incredibly impressed, almost blown away even, especially with how she played Twenty Flight Rock. Though, John couldn’t help but also feel a bit shown-up by this lass, even threatened. 

When Paula finished, the sound of praise from the other boys, even some of the girls who’d trickled in to chat up those boys, Ivan beaming at her… Paula let out a breathless laugh, flustered and shaking just a bit. When Paula looked to John, a sweet old smile, ruddy cheeked, eyes wide and bright and for a moment John swore he saw kaleidoscopes staring back at him. Whatever envy or insecurity he had started feeling, withered as her eyes held his, and the way she looked at him, coquettish, seemed only for him; “Were you watching?”  At that moment John wasn’t sure if it was the cheap beer that got him buzzing, or if it had been this girl. 

She certainly wasn’t conventional, but neither was John– and coming from a long line of unconventionals, how could he judge her? No, she was talented, and strange, and fascinating, and beautiful– maybe even more than Ms. Bardot herself. Bloody hell, John dug this bird.

John wanted her, and dammit all, he’d have her.

[goldenonionstan]

      | chapter one

            | the sound of forgetting

summary: after being wrongly accused of the murder of her fiancé, Bella Swan is trying to find stability in her broken life. Until a mysterious brown-haired boy reveals a harrowing secret about the man she loved, and she embarks on a time-bending journey to clear her name…

a/n: hooray harooh harrah i finished chapter one and this baby is ready to go! i can’t communicate to you how pumped i am to explore this world and all the dark fantasy that comes with it! let me know what you think x

October 14th, 2012

It was still dark when I pulled my ancient Chevrolet pick-up into the parking lot of the café, and I settled the beast into an open space next to Dad's favorite oak tree. Killing the engine, I reveled in the heat of the truck's cab, bracing myself for the crisp, Washington air that awaited me outside. Unfortunately, I always drew the short straw when it came to taking the early morning shifts from my siblings – Seth and Leah knew how to get exactly what they wanted from Sue.

"Morning, Dad," I called out as I strode into the café, hitting the switch for the neon OPEN sign that hung on the front door; it awoke with a dull hum. Garish lights reflected off the green gingham tablecloths Charlie had bought the other day from Billy Black – I made a mental note to look for replacements when I got home.

"Morning, sweet pea," He replied from the kitchen, and I could hear bacon already sizzling on the grill.

Dad had been the proud owner of Clearwater's Bites, sharing the responsibility with his wife, Sue, for almost ten years. Nestled into the sleepy heart of Forks, Washington, Charlie had surprised Sue with the café as an engagement present after she told him about her life-long dream of owning a restaurant. In the summer of 2002, he became the head-chef, Sue ran the front-of-house, and waitressing shifts were shared out between me, Seth and Leah. I was happy to see that the place was still standing when I was released from prison.

I doubted anyone else would have wanted to hire a convicted murderer to make small talk with their regulars.

"Expecting it to be busy today?" I inquired, making polite small talk as I rolled napkins neatly around pairs of knives and forks.

"Not too sure, Bells. It is a Sunday so I doubt we'll be rammed, but, then again, I could be wrong. We'll have to see."

Thank goodness, I thought, breathing a sigh of relief into the growing stack of cutlery; at least there wouldn't be so many whispers and stares.

"Sounds good, Dad! I'm sure we'll be able to hold down the fort!"

I enjoyed working shifts with Charlie – neither of us were particularly big talkers, so we worked side-by-side in comfortable silence, nodding at each other as we passed. While he set about preparing for the breakfast shift, I worked at serving the odd customer, giving the place a scrub when we were quiet – my siblings were not as pedantic at cleaning as I was, so I think Charlie and Sue were happy to have me in the shop.

The early birds were my favorite people to serve because, where the café was quiet, I was able to pay close attention to what they ordered. Gladys, along with her Labrador, Skip, came in for her regular one-shot cappuccino with extra chocolate dusting, while an elderly gentleman in a bowler hat ordered a simple tea and sat against the far-window, reading a newspaper. I let my mind conjure a story where the two used to be high-school sweethearts, but were torn apart when Gladys' mother died, and she went to live with her aunt. After seven years with very little to do, I had learned to become reliant on my imagination.

It was around two hours into my shift that a stream of customers began to build, and our small parking lot became crammed with a plethora of vehicles. A buzz of chatter filled the room as people shared stories over cups of steaming liquid, and my heart swelled. When people were paying little attention to me, I felt content to find myself amongst a crowd again.

"Welcome to Clearwater's Bites," I chirped cheerfully, placing two laminated menus before a new table of customers. They were two brawny construction workers, and both wore black t-shirts that clung to their bulging chests, stained with streaks of paint and dust. "What can I get for you today?"

"Aren't you the woman who murdered her fiancé?"

The pen began to shake between my fingers, but I couldn't tell whether it was from anger or the tears that stung my eyes. My prison sentence came to an end a month ago, and, although the accident happened in 2005, my presence in town seemed to stir up old memories. The front page of every national press had covered the story from the moment the coastguard pulled The Victoria to shore, and I had been led off the deck in handcuffs. I would get the occasional inquiry as to whether I was happy to be back in town, or what I planned to do with my time now I had returned to Forks.

It was the direct questions that always threw me off.

"Uhm," I murmured, struggling to get my thoughts straight. "No, I don't think that was me, but I appreciate the inquiry."

"Oh, come on, it's definitely you! Isabella, isn't it?" The weaker of the two men smirked as he leaned back in his chair, taking in the view of my beat-up Levi's from behind. "I would recognize that ass anywhere."

I clicked my tongue against my teeth as I turned away from his gaze and looked around briefly to see if anyone had overheard what he said. No-one seemed to be paying attention to our interaction.

"Would you like some tea with that misogyny, Paul?" His friend remarked from behind his menu, throwing a glare in his direction. Paul sat back up in his chair.

"Would you just fuck off, Jake? I'm only messing with the pretty lady." He turned back to me. "You were definitely the lass I had pinned up in my locker last year."

"That's wonderful. Do you want me to autograph it for you?"

"Ay, Mami, is this that famous temper of yours? Hopefully, there's no sharp objects around."

Paul winked; I seethed.

"It's eight in the morning, for Christ's sake," Paul's tanned friend spat as he handed me his menu. "We'll take two Americanos. Black, no sugar."

"No problem," I replied, plastering my best customer service smile across my face. "Coming right up!"

"You could always leave me your number instead," Paul hollered at me as I shuffled back behind the counter, drowning out my racing thoughts with the noisy whirr of grinding coffee beans.

"Alright, sweetheart?" Charlie poked his head around the entrance to the kitchen, forehead glittering with sweat. He held two plates of eggs in his hands. "Not causing you trouble, are they?"

I punched the double-shot button a little too hard on our clunky coffee machine, watching the black liquid splutter into the awaiting cup. "Nothing I can't handle, Dad."

"Are you sure? I haven't seen them around before, so I'm sure they wouldn't mind if I told them to move along?"

I peeked over at the men again as I waited for their cups to fill. Paul sat texting on a cell-phone, no doubt something about me; his friend…Jake, I think it was, glanced over and smiled. I darted my gaze back to the coffee.

"Honestly, Dad, it's chill," I placed the now-steaming cups of coffee onto two saucers, grabbing a pot of sugar cubes. "Like you said, they're not regulars. Probably won't ever see them again."

Charlie nodded. "Chin up, Princess, don't let-"

"-Your tiara fall," I finished, turning back towards Paul and Jake. "I got it, Dad."

Gingerly returning to their table, I placed a cup in front of each of the men and practically ran back behind the counter before they could make any more remarks. I avoided looking in their direction for the duration of their stay, feeling relaxed as I watched them take the last swigs of their drinks.

Until Jake started walking towards the counter. Feeling my heart in my stomach, I pretended to be writing something on a spare blackboard.

"Hey," He said, standing awkwardly in front of the register. "I just came to bring this back. No sugar, remember?"

He placed the neglected sugar pot in front of me; I shook my head. "Oops, sorry. Just one of those mornings."

"No problem, I get that." He chuckled. "I kept waiting for you to come back to collect it. Seemed like you were avoiding our table…?"

"You're observant," I remarked. "Didn't want your friend to harass me again."

"Yeah, I also came over to say sorry about Paul. He's a bit too forward sometimes."

"Don't worry, I'm used to it." I picked up the sugar pot and wiggled it. "Thanks for bringing this back."

Jake smiled, and we stood there in silence for a moment. His brown eyes bore into mine for longer than I expected, and I looked away, feeling my cheeks heat up.

"Right, I completely forgot to introduce myself, I'm Jake-" He stretched his hand towards me. "Jacob Black. My father owns the furniture shop in town."

"Isabella Swan," I giggled, taking his outstretched hand. "You must know my dad then. Charlie?"

"Probably not, I only just moved into town. I used to live with my Mom."

"Oh, cool, what happened to your Mom, if you don't mind my asking?"

"It's nothing like that, she just got remarried." Jacob looked at the floor. "Moved to Canada."

"Didn't fancy it?"

"Not really; wasn't up for moving sticks, I'd just got my job here."

"Construction, yeah?"

"At Forks High School."

"Nice – I used to go there, definitely could have used a revamp back then."

"Well, luckily we're here now!" We both smiled at each other. "That must mean you know Forks pretty well?"

I crooked an eyebrow at him. "Hmm, it depends why you're asking..."

"I was looking for a tour guide if you were up for it? Need someone to show me the ins and outs, stuff like that."

"Paul's not good enough for that?" Looking behind him, I expected to see his friend leering at us, but I was pleasantly surprised to find an empty table.

"He's not the greatest company."

"That's fair. I'm working the next coupla' nights, but maybe Thursday? I get off at 6."

"Sounds great." Flashing another smile, I realized how perfect his teeth were.

"Perfect – I'll show you the literal two bars in town."

Jacob took a napkin from the stack next to the counter, and pulled a pen from his back pocket, roughly scribbling down a series of numbers before handing it to me. "My number. Call if you need to cancel."

"I'll try not to," I flushed. "See you Thursday."

"Looking forward to it."

My heartbeat did not slow to a regular pace until Jake had safely clambered into his truck, and I watched Paul drive them out of the parking lot. I hadn't been the subject of a man's affection for what seemed like a lifetime. Had it always made me this giddy?

"Hey, Bells," Charlie's voice pulled me from my thoughts.

"What's up, Dad?"

"Would you mind making me up a large pot of tea? I'm just going to say hello to Carlisle over there!"

Nodding eagerly, I set about grabbing our best porcelain pot from the shelf, settling the open-top under the tap of hot water, and switched it on. Charlie always spoke highly of Carlisle, a doctor who worked at the local hospital, and I was always in awe of his wife, Esme, when she accompanied him for a coffee and a croissant. They looked perfect, like models, with porcelain-smooth skin, and matching caramel-colored hair. I felt scrawny and inferior in comparison.

He occupied the corner table, where the elderly gentleman had sat this morning, but his wife was nowhere in sight. Instead, he was joined by a statuesque blonde with legs for days, a Herculean man who looked like he could break my head between one bicep, and a willowy boy with unruly, russet hair. Despite his form being covered by a long-sleeved black roll-beck, I could see his hands were extremely pale. In fact, they all were.

They all looked as though they had never felt a drop of Vitamin D in their lives.

Dad tottered over to their table, shaking Carlisle's hand with a grin. He had it draped on the shoulder of the tall, pale boy when I arrived with the tea.

"Ah, Isabella, perfect timing! This is Rosalie and Emmett, Carlisle's niece and her boyfriend," Charlie said, gesturing at the blonde and her burly man; I nodded politely and they returned the favor. "And this is Edward, Carlisle's son."

Once again, I nodded in the direction of Edward but he only grunted in response, grabbing for the pot of tea, and pouring himself a cup. Compared to Jacob, he had the manners of a toilet brush.

"He's a little shy," Emmett reassured, nudging Edward in the ribs.

"No worries," I blathered. "Enjoy!"

I hurried back to the counter almost as quickly as before, except I was sure no one was trying to stare at my butt this time. I knew Edward did not owe me anything – it had been a pretty awkward introduction from Charlie anyway – but a smile wouldn't have hurt anyone. I glanced back over towards Carlisle's table and caught Edward staring at me, eyebrows furrowed together. Just as Jacob had done earlier, I pulled my lips into a tight smile. He cocked his head to one side, briefly, as though mentally sizing me up. Finally, he smirked back, turning then to engage in passionate conversation with his family of perfect specimens.

I had a feeling, deep within me, that this wasn’t going to be the last time I saw this brown-haired boy.

[giingers]

All Mine

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader 

Request: Hello Love, I’ve read your work and it was really beautiful. So can I please request one ? Like one where the reader is curvy and naturally beautiful. And some drunk men at the Garrison try to flirt with her. When she say no they became angry. And then her boyfriend Tommy comes and get reallly really angry. If you have time, for sure

Tag list: @peachyblinderss @crazyonesarethebest if anyone else wants to be added to the list let me know x Hope you like it!! I have had a terrible day at work today dealing with a child protection case (which always upsets me) but when I came home I read all your lovely comments about my writing so please know that everything you say means a lot to me and has cheered me up today. 

The private room that was neatly tucked into a corner of The Garrison public house was now being polluted with a heavy and thick coating of tobacco smoke. The white tendrils of it swirled above the heads of the three Shelby brothers that now resided within its walls, and the culprit who’s cigarette was beginning to burn down now brought a whiskey glass to his lips. 

“This is exactly what we needed boys, eh?” Tommy wistfully commented as the burning alcohol made its way down his throat. Both his brothers nodded in agreement- both of them probably in the same mind as Tommy and being thankful it was a Friday evening. It’d been a busy week for the Shelby’s, but earnings were high and trouble was low. It seemed that that had been enough cause to celebrate. Plus the dingy pub had seemed most appealing to Tommy since he hadn’t seen you all day, and being here allowed him to at least be in the same vicinity as you while you worked.

He could hear your voice through the opening in the private rooms wall and he could spy you every now and again from outside the door as you flitted from table to table, cleaning up glasses and pouring alcoholic refills into the cups of the boisterous men who crowded the bar. You’d only shared a few words with him since his arrival, but he understood completely that you were undeniably busy. Besides Tommy could be a patient man when the need arose, and he’d be patient tonight. He could wait for your attention. He’d waited for it since he was fifteen, another few hours would inflict no harm on his heart.

It was as if you’d read his thoughts and had decided to grace him with your presence because suddenly he could hear your footsteps at the door, and as he looked up from the table he met your eyes. Tommy took a long drag of his cigarette as he raked his eyes over you, and as he exhaled the smoke he let out a low whistle that was inaudible against the backdrop of noise coming from the pub. 

You were a vision to him despite the fact you felt flushed and worn out, and those blue eyes of his appreciated how your skirt of midnight velvet clung to your body in all the right places and how the sweaty tendrils of your hair cascaded around your face. Your shirt was tight around your chest but dipped at the waist and Tommy let his mind almost run away with himself when he pictured how you looked out of our clothes. Curvaceous and utterly breath-taking, and the image was his and only his. 

“Refill, boys?” you smirked beautifully, making your way over to them and shaking the half empty bottle of whiskey in your hand. Arthur took it from you gratefully, beaming toothily at you. You smiled when Tommy rose from the leather booth to take your hands, his eyes burning with something that made a fire light somewhere deep inside you. 

“Give us a kiss, love” he said, voice rough and rugged from all the smoke he had consumed into his lungs and you grinned devilishly as you threw an arm around his neck. Your lips were on his then and you could tell he’d missed you all day because he kissed you so softly it almost felt like his lips were feathers. He gave your waist a little squeeze as he pulled away and you knew he was saving how he really wanted to kiss you for when you were alone and not in a crowded bar. 

“You alright? No one giving you any hassle is there?” he questioned and you didn’t miss how his eyes skipped over your head and straight to the crowd of Irish men that were rambling loudly and jeering from across the pub.

It was no secret that he hated the fact you worked here where there was always bound to be brawls and arguments. He would lose his mind if you were ever hurt. Plus the fact you were the most beautiful girl in all of Birmingham didn’t help either, since idiotic drunks always tried their hand at flirting with you. 

“I’m alright, love” you told him with a genuine smile “I can handle myself, you know” 

With that you leaned up and gave him one last peck, savouring the feeling of his lips on yours and then you walked away from him to return behind the bar. It was endearing how Tommy worried about you, and the fact yours was only a new relationship was probably the reason Tommy was displaying such care towards you. As you wiped some glasses clean you couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you thought of him and how much you loved him. 

It’d only been two months since Tommy had confessed his feelings for you, late one night on your doorstep. Tommy had made it a tradition to walk you home each evening after your shift at The Garrison, even if he had been drinking there or not. Each night like clockwork he’d be there outside the pub (or sometimes he’d send a trusted Peaky Blinder to escort you home if he had business to attend) and each night outside your front door he’d bid you goodnight after kissing your cheek. 

Then, two months ago, he’d blurted out rather drunkenly how much he loved you and how he’d loved you since he was fifteen. He hadn’t stopped telling you he loved you since. Not that you were complaining. You yourself had loved him for a length of time that seemed like forever. 

A high pitched whistle that sounded from across the pub grabbed your attention and with it your wistful thoughts of Tommy trickled from your mind. The fleeting noise had come from the rowdy table of Irishmen and you narrowed your eyes when you spied one of them beckoning you over with a harsh gesture. You hated when people treated you like a servant, and all this man was short of doing was clicking his fingers at you. You grimaced to yourself and snatched the bottle of scotch from the bar as you began to walk over to their table. 

You walked through the hazy cloud of smoke that was rising from the table and making its way through the air, and as you did you tried to ignore the cat calls and whistles that followed you. You were used to it though, yet you still felt disgusted that men felt the need to objectify women and reduce them to something to whistle at. 

“You need a top up, fellas?” you said in your most polite voice even though you wanted to smash the bottle of Irish scotch over the head of one of the men who was now peering at you through glassy eyes like you were something to eat. 

“I’d drink a tall glass of you, if you’re offerin love” the man who spoke was burly and bearded, and had piercing eyes that made you feel as if he was undressing you in his mind at the way he dragged them over your body. Your eyes flickered to the private room where Tommy sat but it didn’t seem like he was looking your way. Good, you thought, you could handle a drunk flirt without the wrath of a Shelby getting involved. 

“Sorry Mister, the only thing I’m offering is scotch. Drink it or get out” you told him, your answer being mocked by a low murmur of feigned shock that was brought on by the other snickering men. Your words didn’t seem to register with the half inebriated Irish man as he leaned towards you with those eyes still gazing at you uncomfortably. 

“Come on lass, don’t be like that. Sit down with us and have a drink” his hand collided with your back side as he spoke and his actions seemed to bring on a rush of laughter from his audience, but you weren’t laughing. 

“Don’t touch me” you warned him, wrapping a hand around the neck of the bottle and beginning to walk away with the intention to go tell Harry to remove the men from the pub, but before you could take another step a hand came and gripped your arm. 

“I said sit down and have a drink” the man slurred, the stench of his breath ripe with the scent of whiskey and scotch “if you’re lucky I’ll take you home tonight and show you a good time” 

You struggled a little trying to remove yourself from his grip but he had his hand grasped pretty tightly around your wrist. You gripped the bottle of scotch tighter but before you could swing it to hit him, a voice that was cold and dangerous rang through the pub. 

“Get your fucking hands off her”

Tommy Shelby was a demonic shadow that now cast itself in all its mighty glory within the doorway of the private room, and in its wake the heavy cloud it brought silenced each sound in the pub. Men who had been deep in conversation within each corner of The Garrison, and who had not been paying attention to your struggle with the Irish now seemed to be entirely focused on the way Tommy stalked towards where you stood. The bearded thug still held your wrist in his dirty hand and his eyes now narrowed on Tommy’s dark frame as he made his way over with his shoulders straight and his fists balled at his sides. 

“Yeah? Who the fuck are you?” the Dubliner slurred angrily and the murderous way Tommy eyed the man made your heart pound. Trouble and violence hung in the air like an infectious disease, and by the way Tommy was beginning to tremble made you believe he had become contaminated. 

Arthur and John now flanked Tommy’s sides, reminiscent of the embodiment of conscience but instead of one being good and the other evil you could tell that they would both spur Tommy on when it came to fighting. 

“Who am I?” Tommy answered with “If you don’t fucking let her go I’m going to be your worst nightmare”  

Silence followed and the clock that hung over the bar ticked ominously like it was counting down the seconds before an explosion. Your heart rattled inside you and you tried to plead with your eyes for Tommy to not start any trouble. But when the Irish thug didn’t release his hold on you all hell broke loose. 

Tommy swung his fist and when it collided with the man’s face it made him drop his hand from your arm, the force of being knocked sideways then made you drop the bottle of scotch onto the ground. It shattered everywhere but the crisp noise of it was lost as a great and violent din erupted throughout The Garrison. The table that the Irishmen had been drinking at was flipped over- glasses and bottles smashing everywhere- and fists flew in every direction as all three Shelby men took out to fight. 

You were pushed out of the way by a concerned Arthur and although he was trying to help it caused you to stumble and fall on the ground. You huffed heavily as you fell on your bottom, landing right in a puddle of spilled whiskey that had trailed out of a knocked over bottle. Just one peaceful night, you thought, that’s all you asked for, and what did you get? A fucking fist fight and a soaking wet skirt that would probably smell like a brewery. 

“Hey!” you shouted loudly as you stood up but it seemed that none of the brawling men could hear you. You shouted again as you made your way over to Tommy who was now bleeding from his lip but those same lips were cocked into an evil smirk as he drew back his hand and brought it forward to meet the Irish mans face. The way he cupped his now broken nose with his hands gave you an opportunity to stand in front of him before he could retaliate to hurt Tommy more. 

“Stop it!” you yelled as you held up your hands in front of a now mad looking Tommy. It seemed that finally your shouts had worked because all fighting seemed to cease. All around you was chaos- smashed glass, broken chairs, flipped over tables and panting men who were bleeding and bruised. 

“Thomas, stop it please” you looked at him “it’s pointless, alright? He’s dumb and drunk, and definitely not worth it” 

He just stared at you for a minute, his shoulders heaving up and down rapidly and his eyes dancing in his head. It took a moment before that murderous glint made itself scarce from his face and when it was gone it was replaced by a much calmer danger. 

“You don’t seem to be from around here, so I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt” Tommy looked past you and spoke coldly to the man who minutes before had hassled you “but this is my fucking city, and my girl. You ever lay a hand on her again…..you ever so much as fucking look in her direction and I’ll have you strung up. Now get the fuck out, and don’t ever set foot in this pub again” 

Thankfully the men seemed to heed Tommy’s warning (they’d be foolish not to since in that moment he looked like Lucifer in a three piece) and they made their way out of The Garrison in single file. The bearded Dubliner eyed you coldly as he made his way out and before he left he spit viciously at the ground. 

“Leave it!” you warned Tommy as he made to lunge at the man again, your hands resting on his chest and pushing him back. His thrumming heartbeat seemed to slowly subside under your touch but his breathing still sounded erratic. The trouble was over though and you were thankful it hadn’t escalated anymore than Tommy would have wanted it to. If he had his way all those men would be sleeping in fresh graves tonight. 

After the brawl most of the other men had hurried off home, including Arthur and John who were both on the drunk side and had left hyped up from the fight. Tommy had stayed behind to help you clean up all the broken glass and fix the furniture, and he now sat perched on one of the stools at the bar, swigging out of a whiskey bottle.

He now watched you as you began to walk towards him from where you’d come from the back room, hips swaying tantalisingly as you placed yourself between his legs. You had a wad of cloth in your hands and you took the bottle of whiskey from Tommy’s and let the dark liquid soak the material. 

He winced as you began to clean the cut at the corner of his eye that had caused a trickle of crimson blood to run down his face. You continued to clean his face up, feeling how his eyes never left you and shivering slightly when he placed his hands on your hips. 

“I wonder how many times you’ve patched up my injuries over the years?” Tommy began lightly with a laugh, but that laugh turned to another sharp wince when you pressed the wad against the gash in his eye once more. It was true that you’d cleaned Tommy’s wounds countless times. Even before you were together he had always gotten you to fix him up after brawls. 

“And I wonder how many times I was the cause of those injuries?” you said to him crossly with a pout and a furrow to the brow, but he just held you tighter, his hands sliding down your hips. 

“I would gladly take a beating every day to protect you” he said as he rested his forehead on yours, but despite his words you sighed and pulled away from him. 

“The thing is Tommy, you don’t have to” you told him softly as you placed your hands on his face “not everything has to end in a fight. I told you I can handle myself, and I meant it. I’ve dealt with drunken men every night here since I was seventeen. I don’t need you fighting my battles for me” 

“I don’t like other men putting their hands on you” Tommy’s eyes were glinting with the haunting memory of fresh violence, and you sighed as you let your hands trail from his face to his neck. 

“You don’t need to worry about that. Those men think they’re brave in front of their friends, and flirt with me to gain a reaction. That’s all it is” you reassured him “I’m all yours, Tommy. I’ve always been” 

“All mine, huh?” he smirked coyly, opening his legs wider on the stool and bringing you even closer to him. You could feel his hands roam your body over the velvet of your skirt and you shivered when he placed his lips on your neck. 

“Take me home, Tommy” you whispered to him as he kissed along your jaw line, and you could actually feel him smirk triumphantly against your skin and then he pulled away from you. 

“Let’s go” he told you, a different sort of spark lighting up his eyes now and you knew he’d bring you home and make you prove just how much you belonged to each other. The thought made your knees tremble already. 

You leaned over to kiss his lips passionately, but you forgot how just an hour before it had gushed blood from the impact of a punch, and now it was swollen and bruised.

He winced greatly, and as you pulled away from him you said three words that made him chase you around The Garrison childishly until you both were breathless in a different way than you had imagined beforehand. 

“Serves you right” 

[lunanight2012]

A Whole New World Chapter 1 Part 1

Key:

{Y/N} = Your Name

{E/C} = Eye Color

{H/L} = Hair Length

{H/C} = Hair Color

{S/C} = Skin Color

{N/N} = Nickname

{L/N} = Last Name

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1 year later

(1st person pov)

A whole year has passed since I came to this world and you know what. I love it!

Harry and I have been paired together, and well. We kinda have a thing. I have long since gotten rid of my old clothes and became a full fledged pirate. Oh and Harry and I live together in his apartment.

He's become my best friend, I've never had a best friend so this was nice.

"{Y/N}! Hello? Ya coming?" Harry exclaimed from the hall.

"I'm comin!" I exclaimed, getting my bandana and tying it around my head, keeping my {H/C} {H/L} out of my face.

I headed out of the bedroom and over to where Harry was waiting for me at the door. I smirked, a very mischievous idea coming to mind. I grabbed his hook from him and bolted out the door, giggling like crazy.

"Get back 'ere!" Harry shouted, chasing after me, though I could hear the laughter in his voice.

I laughed as I dodged residents in the market, making my way towards Ursula's Chip Shop. 

Making it inside I placed his hook on the sword check barrel, placing my sword inside before I scampered off towards Uma.

"Bout time Ya showed up… where's Harry?" Uma questioned as I got on my apron to help out at the shop. 

I didn't even answer, just gestured at the door as Harry ran through, grabbing his hook off the barrel and placing his sword in the barrel.

"Ye little brat!" Harry exclaimed, though it was easy to see he wasn't angry, with that goofy smile on his face.

Yea I may or may not do this to him regularly, i perked up as Uma started to swear at the tv.

I walked over to the tiny television and watched with Harry, Uma, and Gil.

"WHAT? THOSE BASTARDS GET TO GET OFF THE ISLE AND WE DON'T???" Uma screamed.

I held Harry's left hand, we just stood there watching a limo pull up to the Auradon school and there they were. A bunch of scary idiots, Mal, Evie, Carlos, and Jay. Harry knew how much I wanted to get all the kids off the Isle, but we were Uma's crew so to Uma we wanted to get off the Isle ourselves.

Harry squeezed my hand, knowing what we were seeing was really bugging me.

"Uma! Imma take {Y/N} to the beach. She's not doin good." Harry explained untying my apron and dragging me out of the shop and down to the small littered beach.

"Come on {N/N} what's wrong? I know ye don't like that they got chosen to go to Auradon but what's really botherin ya?" Harry asked me, crossing his arms over his chest. 

I stared at the ground, not saying anything. I just wanted to tell him I like as more than a friend but I'm scared.

"I just feel horrible that those jerks get to go to Auradon and you guys don't. Why can't you guys have a nice life with those goody two shoes. I mean heck there's a lot of gorgeous girls in Auradon. I mean have you seen Prince Ben's girlfriend? What was her name???" I rambled on, trying to remember Aurora's daughter's name.

Harry lifted an eyebrow but went along with it. "Audrey? Yea she's alright. I ain't really the princess type if ye haven't noticed {N/N}." Harry stated, showing off his hook.

I chuckled, rubbing the back of my neck. Suddenly a clinking bottle drew us away. Of course Captain Hook would find us here on this spot of the beach.

"Boy! Where the hell have ye been!! And who is this pretty thing?" Hook held out his hook, brushing some of my hair back. 

I cringed and backed away, only for him to grab my wrist with his non-hook hand, rather tightly might I add.

"Where do ye think yer goin? Yer coming with me!" Hook exclaime, a VERY creepy grin on his face.

Harry grabbed his fathers hand and ripped it off my wrist, pulling me behind him and glaring at his dad.

"She's mine pops. Fuck off and be pissed somewhere else!" And as soon as those words left Harry's mouth a loud smack could be heard, followed by me gasping.

Yeah, Captain Hook bitch slapped his son across the face. "How dare you talk to me like that you lowly punk! You sir are coming with me." Hook grabbed Harry's left wrist and dragged him away. 

Harry turned back to me, mouthing ‘get back to Umas now’

I whimpered, watching helplessly as harry was dragged away by Hook ‘im sorry’

~back at Ursula's Chip Shop~

I walked back into the shop, head hung low, trying to not cry.

"Where the hell have you bee- where's Harry?" Uma asked looking around.

"His father tried to take me away, so Harry stepped in and his father slapped him and took him away, it's all my fault…" I explained, a sadness to my tone.

Uma dropped whatever she was holding. "Dammit! That bastard is an abusive fuck! {Y/N} go find some bandages, and some needle and thread. Gil, go boil some water! It is gonna be a long day." Uma ordered.

I nodded and ran towards the stalls. Stealing everything Uma asked of me. Running back towards the Chip Shop all I could think of was what was gonna happen to Harry. Is he gonna be ok? This is all my fault. If we had just stayed at the shop-

"{Y/N}! Did you find everything?" Uma exclaimed, drawing me out of my mental breakdown.

I nodded and handed her everything. She nodded in approval and placed them behind the counter in a safe place.

And so while we waited for Harry to return, I helped out Uma at the Shop. It was a rough time helping out without Harry. Mostly because grown men were hitting on me and ugh!! I just want Harry to come back safe and sound.

2 hours later~~~~

I groaned as I held my head, tired of the drunken whistles and catcalls coming from the older male customers. And yes I've been grabbed a couple of times already. My butt, my wrists, my waist… need I go on?

I slumped against the bar as Uma pushed a plate towards me, with fish and eggs and oh!

Harry came in right then, his hook on his belt, hugging his right arm. I ran to him, tears in my eyes.

"Harry!!! I'm so glad you're back!! Wait what's wrong with your arm?" I asked, about to hug him but stopped as I noticed blood dripping down to the floor from his right arm.

"Dad fucked up my arm" Harry explained, wincing as he walked over to the bar.

Uma saw Harry and ran over to him. "I swear to Poseidon, I will kill that fucker dad of yours once and for all for what he's done to you! The bastard doesn't deserve to live!" Uma raged, her shell necklace glowing from beneath her shirt, trying to unleash umas anger, but to no avail.

Uma took Harry over behind the bar counter and got out the medical supplies and, Gil and I’s help, stitched the slice on his arm back up and created a sling for his arm. Uma ordered me to take harry home and make sure the cut didn’t get infected.

I sniffed as I eyed Harry’s arm, seeing blood splotches blooming beneath the white of the sling.

“Harry?” I whispered, he hummed, wincing as he turned to look at me “why did you do that for me? Protect me from your dad? It only caused you harm” he stopped walking, stared at me for a moment, that’s when I finally noticed his face, littered with bruises and cuts, his lip busted and scabbed, a blackening eye.

“I” he started, closing his eyes, taking a deep breath, “I care about yeh lassie, I couldn’t let him do tha’ ta yeh, not on my watch”

I felt my eyes tear up. "N-no- no one has ever cared about me that much." I whispered, rubbing the tears from my {E/C} eyes.

Harry was surprised by that. "Really? Now tha' is surprisin'. Yer very special, don' ever let anyone tell ya differently." Harry stated, pulling me to his chest, I began to cry.

We stood like this for only a moment longer before people started noticing us. Harry grabbed my hand with his good one and we ran to the apartment. Ducking, jumping, squeezing past all the people in the marketplace was a task but we were both laughing by the time we got to the apartment.

I placed my palm on the door to open it, slightly wincing. But hey what can you expect from permanent scars on both of my palms, that still hurt even after a year.

Harry frowned. "Scars hurtin?" He asked me once we were inside.

"Yea. But it's alright." I smiled as I closed the door behind Harry.

"Let meh see 'em." He stated, holding out his good hand. 

I sighed and placed both of my hands in his hand. He pulled my hands up to his face and kissed them. My face turning bright red.

He smirked. "Ok lass. Now I've waited a year but I've got two questions for ye." Harry stated, sitting down on our rundown couch.

"Ok." I remarked, raising an eyebrow.

"First off. You mentioned you had an affinity for water. What do ye mean by that?" Harry asked me.

I sighed, sitting on the stool across from him. 

"Alright, guess I should expect this. When I was very young, really my entire life, my mom didn't really like me. And now that I think about it, no one in my family liked me. I never got what I wanted for my birthday. My mom kept me inside as much as possible. But when I was young, on rainy days I would sneak out to the backyard and sit on a big log that laid in the back of our backyard and would just giggle as the rain wouldn't touch me but would lightly swirl around me. Of course when my mom saw me she'd scream bloody murder and drag me back inside. Granted the minute she would grab me the rain would hit me. As I got older I learned that being "special" was not something people should know. I needed to keep it locked away. But that didn't make my relationship with my family any better. Actually 6 months before I arrived here I was kicked out of my parents house. I was only 14. I have my own small apartment. Actually, your apartment here is bigger than the one I had back on my world. And I had to lie about my age to get a job, AND I'm still in High School. So yea. Maybe coming here was the world's way of saying I needed a fresh start." I rambled on.

Harry chuckled. "Outside of this barrier is magic. And now I understand why you and Uma get along like sisters." Harry stated, leaning back.

"Har. You said you had two questions. What is the second question?" I asked, becoming curious.

"O-oh… *swallows* Well lass. Ye know I really like ye. And I was wonderin' would ye want to be meh gurl?" Harry asked, his face heating up.

I blushed but smiled, getting up and sitting next to Harry's good side. 

"I like you too harry, and yes i'll be yer gurl" I mocked his accent with a big smile on my face.

Harry smiled and leaned closer to my face. I smirked and grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss. Harry hummed into the kiss, pushing his passion into it. I felt his good hand cup my cheek. After a moment we broke apart, our breaths ragged.

I brushed his cheek with my thumb. "Well, you just had the honor of being my first kiss!" I giggled with a blush.

Harry smirkes. "Well I'm very much honored lassie~!" Harry winked at me. My face turned bright red in embarrassment.

I looked over at the cracked clock. 12:30pm.

Good thing it's saturday… wait it's thursday!

"Harry we've missed half of school. But with how hurt you are we'll skip today." I stated, standing up. Harry shrugged “eh, missing school is a good thing ‘ere remember? If every vk went to school everyday we would lose all our rep”

"I'm going to grab us some food from the mart. I'll be right back." I said smiling down at him. 

Before Harry could say anything I nicked his hook and left the apartment. Tying my bandana around my head I headed out to the market. Holding Harry's hook in my {dominant} hand.

I got to the market, scouring the stalls, I spotted a stall with semi-fresh fruit. Waiting till the owner wasn't looking, I snuck over and stole two apples, and two peaches. 

"Hey! What do you think your doing missy?" 

Shit.

I smirked, hiding the fruit in my bag and holding up the hook. 

"What did ye say?" I asked, mimicking Harry's voice.

The stall owner held up their hands. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't realize you were one of Uma's crew! Please t-take this." The owner handed me a bag of money.

I smirked. "Thank ye very much. Uma will be very happy." I thanked and left. Of course I hit a few stands too, getting eggs, fabrics, and even some potatoes that didn't look too bad.

As I walked back into the apartment I began to sing a song from my world. 

"I need another story. Something to get off my chest. My life is kind of boring. Need something that I can confess." I sing as I set the fruit in a basket that was on the cracked kitchen counter.

"'Til all my sleeves are stained red. From all the truth that I've said. Come by it honestly I swear. Thought you saw me wink, no. I've been on the brink, so." I twirled, putting the eggs in the fridge.

Harry watched me with his brow raised, clearly confused by me.

"Tell me what you want to hear! Something that will light those ears! Sick of all the insincere! So I'm gunna give all my secrets away!" I sang smiling like an idiot.

"Lass. Whatcha singin? Never hear'd that song before." Harry questioned, taking his hook back.

"Its a song from my world." I explained, something I hadn't noticed was that the gold ring around my pupils was getting bigger, slowly covering up my {E/C} eyes.

"Hmm sounds interestin'. Although I much prefer yer voice over everythin'." Harry stated, pulling me close.

I giggled. "Come on Harry. If your feeling well enough to cuddle then you can come with me while I take the money I got to Uma." I stated, holding up the bag of money.

"How'd ya get that?" 

"The stall owners saw yer hook and got scared shitless." I admitted, smiling.

Harry smirked and pulled me close, kissing my head. "I love ye so much lass!" He said into my hair.

I giggled. "Come on my pirate. Let's go see Uma." I smiled.

We left the apartment and headed for Uma's place. The Chip Shop to be exact.

As we get closer I hear singing. 

"What's my name? What's my name?" 

"Not again." I groan.

"Hmm? What's up lass?" Harry asked, curious.

"Uma's singing her what's my name song again." I explained standing outside of the shop. Harry's eyes dilated and he almost seemed like a different person.

He walked right into the shop and started singing. Great. I walked in after him. Not paying any attention to Uma, Harry, or the crew. I sat with my back facing them and ordered a plate of fish. Gil was sitting next to me, clearly too busy eating his eggs to participate in the singing. 

"Gil. Why do you eat so much eggs? Don't you get sick of them?" I asked him as my food arrived.

"No! I gotta eat lots to be like my dad!" He said with his mouth full.

I rolled my eyes, then I noticed that Gil's blonde hair was getting in his eyes. I stole a brown bandana off of a patron and handed it to him. 

"Here Gil. Use this. It'll help you match with the rest of the crew, and you'll be able to eat, walk, fight, talk, etc without having your hair in your eyes." I smiled.

Gil smiled and proceeded to tie the bandana around his head. As he did this I smiled, eating my fish.

"So how is Harry? I heard his dad did that to him. Glad my dad isn't that abusive." Gil stated. His hair looking more "piratey".

I nodded, glancing over my shoulder for a second to see Uma giving the crew commands on how to do the moves properly to her song.

"It's my fault he got hurt tho. His dad saw me and Harry protected me." I explained, sighing a bit.

I pulled on my necklace. This was something I had from my world. The only family member that cared about me was my grandma. But she died when I was 6. The necklace was from her. I never understood why the charm was important,  I can't read the engraving on it, but it was a large coin shaped charm that was smaller than the size of my palm on a sturdy string necklace.. But I don't take it off. The engraving on it was something I gave up on decoding when I was 12.

"{Y/N}?" Gil asked, getting me out of my thoughts.

"Yes Gil?" I asked.

"Why are you playing with your necklace?" He asked me with a slight tilt to his head.

"Oh. This was a gift from my grandma, she was the last person to ever actually care about me in my world. I can't understand the engraving though." I admitted, feeling the text again.

"Oh? Maybe Harry can help. He's really good at deciphering stuff." Gil stated eating another egg.

 "Oh? He never told me that." I said as I looked over at Harry and Uma who were chatting about work and stuff. "I'm not going to bother him with it though." I muttered, before looking back at Gil.

"How have you been today Gil? I haven't seen you all day." I asked, tucking my necklace back under my shirt.

"Been fine. My brothers were jerks today. I got a couple of bruises on my back from them. But I managed to get this bandanna from a stall today! Thank you for helping me!" Gil exclaimed with an innocent smile.

This child doesn't deserve to be on this wretched island.

"Your brothers' are horrible. They are just AHHHHHH--!" I screamed, gripping my head as my eyes turned golden, such a bad headache.

"{Y/N}!!" Harry exclaimed, rushing over to me. 

I groaned. "I-I'm fine. Bad headache." I groaned out, looking up at Harry.

"Yer eyes, ther' golden." Harry exclaimed, amazed.

I frowned and rubbed at my eyes. Why are they fully golden? That never happens. I groaned again and squinted up at Harry, Gil, and Uma. When did I get on the ground.

"How'd I get down here?" I asked, the headache finally disappearing.

Gil's face got closer to mine. "Her eyes are back to normal!" Gil exclaimed.

Of course more crew members started gathering around. And I became flustered.

"I-I'm f-fine." I stuttered, my face turning red from embarrassment.

"Alright everyone back to work!" Uma commanded.