#he has to mask more when they have guests. and also he has tasks and things to hold.

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A Different Kind of Hunger

Pairing: Furina x Arlecchino

Tags: Werewolves, Alternate Universe – Werewolf, Curses, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Fontaine (Genshin Impact), Loup-garou | Rougarou, Double Penetration, Dildos, Strap-Ons, Oral Sex, Nipple Play, Transformation

Summary:

When Neuvillette sends Furina on a mission to bring a basket of goods to Arlecchino, she has no idea what lies in store. Sure, she knows the Knave is cursed - but what exactly does that curse entail? And why is she the one selected for the perilous journey?

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Neuvillette paced the floor in his office as he waited for the arrival of a very important guest. A basket of Fontainian food and other necessities sat on his desk, the recipient known only to him. If it weren’t for how naive the melusines were, he would have made the request of them. Alas, this was simply not possible.

His mind reeled as various frightening possibilities flashed before him. He shook his head and twirled around at the sound of the door to his office swinging open. Adorned in a deep-blue cloak, Furina skipped forth to greet him.

“Ah, the woman of the hour. Thank you for coming, Lady Furina.”

She let out a bright peal of laughter before correcting him. “Come now, Monsieur Neuvillette! I’m no longer a stuffy old archon. Just Furina is fine. So, let’s get right down to it. You summoned me. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

He smiled gently, trying to mask the underlying current of concern in his words. “I have a task I’d like to entrust to you. I must warn you: it won’t be easy. However, seeing as how you now have far more free time on your hands than I do, I believe you are uniquely suited to getting the job done right. It requires a great deal of discretion - something you have plenty of experience with. Lady Arlecchino is currently residing in one of the abandoned sites outside the Court of Fontaine. I need you to deliver this to her.”

Furina raised a questioning eyebrow. “Um…that is quite the odd request. I suppose I’d be able to but…why me?”

Why indeed. It hadn’t escaped the iudex’s notice that the usually cheery showboat of a girl he remembered was far less…excited after losing her role as archon. An immense sense of loneliness hung over her like a storm cloud, and he needed to do something about it. Arlecchino was her opposite in every way – but was that such a bad thing? Perhaps she could be the one to revive her after undergoing untold years of stress. After all, he knew the Knave had long been facing a battle of her own.

“As I’ve shared with you in previous meetings, the…side-effect of her curse has flared up. I cannot send the melusines in good conscience. I would fear for their safety. You, however, can protect yourself with your vision. In addition to this, you’ll be able to relay any information I need to know better than they can,” he explained matter-of-factly.

The former archon heaved a sigh. She may have had the pressure of hiding her secret relieved, but this didn’t make interacting with the fierce harbinger any less daunting. “Fine. I’ll go. But you know how much that woman scares me. I’ll be expecting my own basket of sweets to be waiting for me in my apartment when I return.”

In a show of father-like affection, Neuvillette placed his hand gently on her shoulder. “I understand. But I also know you are stronger than you think and braver than you’ll admit. All I ask is you ensure this makes it into her hands and then you are free to leave. I still do not completely trust her, but I must acknowledge the contributions she has made to the safety of our people. It is our turn to return the favor. I thank you, Furina.”

Blushing profusely at his praise, she pouted in response. “Yes, yes. I may no longer be archon, but I still feel an obligation to my country. I’ll take care of it.”

“Oh, a word of warning before you go - her bark is worse than her bite. But still…keep your wits about you,” he warned before she turned on her heel and headed out on her journey.

———————-

Furina trekked outside the city walls and traversed the hilly terrain for what seemed like miles. With no one around to judge her, she skipped most of the way, humming a popular Fontainian lullaby to keep herself calm.

When she finally reached the abandoned old shack Neuvillette had described to her, she stood frozen in fear. With a deep breath and trembling hand, she knocked on the decaying door.

“Knave! I know you’re in there. Neuvillette sent me. You better be thankful I made the trip out here…though I don’t understand why you couldn’t have just sent one of your minions to do it for you,” she said trying to hide the fear in her voice with biting sarcasm.

No answer. Shit.

She waited a beat before lightly jiggling the doorknob. It was unlocked - unfortunately. Slowly entering the little cottage, her eyes darted around the room. Arlecchino was nowhere to be found.

Odd. This building does match the description Neuvillette gave me. I can’t imagine I missed it on my way here. Maybe she went for a walk, Furina thought as she ventured further inside.

Rounding a corner, she gasped when she caught a glimpse of a large black and white canine. It was far too bulky to be a normal dog. If she wasn’t mistaken, it seemed like it could be…a wolf. It lay calmly on the floor of the cabin, its black and crimson collar glistening in the light of the flames emanating from the fireplace. The creature watched Furina intently as she carefully entered the room.

She had no idea what could have possessed her to come closer, but she felt an invisible force enticing her to extend her hand.

“Um…nice doggy? P-please don’t eat me. I’m just here to see your master,” she stuttered as she reached forward to pat it on the head. The wolf allowed the gesture - leaning into her hand, even - and sat silently watching her as she turned around and placed the basket on the table.

Furina busied herself with unpacking when she heard a shuffling noise behind her. The hairs on her neck stood on end. Gathering every ounce of courage she had, she turned to face the source of the noise.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Lady Furina herself coming to pay me a visit.” Standing before her was a very naked Arlecchino.

She’d recognize this voice anywhere. It had always terrified and excited her at the same time. “H-hello, Knave. Neuvillette had requested I bring you a little something. P-presumably so you don’t starve,” Furina stammered as she tried to collect herself, her face turning red from embarrassment. “Archons, would you please cover up?! Here,” she whipped off her cloak and handed it to her as she averted her gaze.

The woman laughed darkly at how coy she was being. “Come now, there’s no need to pretend. Do I frighten you that badly? I can see you shaking,” she taunted as she took what she had offered.

“I most certainly am not!” Furina stomped her foot and crossed her arms to make her point.

“Is that so? Then come. Let’s sit and chat for a bit, shall we? It’ll be just like old times. Alas, I do not have any cake to give you, but I could use the company,” she suggested.

“I-I really must be going. Neuvillette will be-”

“The old dragon can wait. I insist,” the harbinger stated in a way that made it obvious this was not a suggestion. Hesitantly, Furina made her way to the table and sat across from her.

“Tell me…what did he convey to you about my curse?”

“No details,” she whispered in response as she picked at some rogue splinters. “Just that you have one.”

“For someone usually so protective, it was wrong of him to send you alone. You probably shouldn’t be here,” Arlecchino purred as she looked the woman up and down. Her possessive gaze did not go unnoticed.

“…and why is that?” Furina inquired.

The Knave smiled mischievously. Furina looked up and peered deep into her eyes. She noticed her x-shaped pupils seemed to faintly glow a dark red. Even if she had wanted to look away, she got the feeling she’d be unable to.

“My, what…intricate eyes you have.”

“Let’s just say staring into my eyes is ill-advised. I can’t promise you’ll like what you see.”

The former archon then noted the choker around the Knave’s neck. With a gulp, she attempted to change the subject. “That’s an interesting accessory you have there.”

Arlecchino’s hand instinctively went to her throat, her fingers toying with the leather strap. “Oh, this? Well, I suppose now is as good a time as any. Lady Furina, this curse requires I take certain…measures…to keep various urges under control.”

Now she had to know. “And what, pray tell, do you mean by that? I find it hard to believe someone with the status of harbinger lacks self-control.”

The Knave sighed, realizing this wasn’t going to be an easy explanation. “Oh, my sweet little droplet. This is far from a simple matter of self-control. Many years ago, I adventured into Erinnyes Forest much later than I should have. Let’s just say I wasn’t an easy child to deal with.” A sad smirk played upon her lips, drawing Furina deeper into her tale.

“I ran into a loup-garou and was nearly killed. I didn’t even know they existed in Fontaine. In books and fairytales, you often hear of them being native to Mondstadt. Only they call them, oh what was the term? Werewolves, I believe? Mercifully, Monsieur Neuvillette discovered me on death’s doorstep and took me to a discreet healer who was indebted to him. He arranged for me to stay out here when…” her voice trailed off.

“Out with it. When what?” Furina was now completely enthralled by her story. This was not the time for a dramatic pause. The harbinger’s eyes narrowed, a hungry look coming over her face.

“When I’m in heat. Let’s just say I’m normally able to keep these urges at bay with a variety of other…methods. I’m surprised he sent you of all people. I had already expressed to him it would be unwise. I’ve always felt a kind of…pull toward you. I suspect it’s what’s called ‘imprinting.’ If it weren’t for this collar, I would have likely pounced on you the moment I sensed you walk through that door.”

Furina’s eyes went wide. Surely she had misheard her. “That’s preposterous. Me? Why would someone as strong as you want someone as weak as me? In case you somehow haven’t heard, I’m no longer an archon. I can barely make myself dinner. This is a poor attempt to scare me off, Knave.”

The woman shrugged. “Trust me, it’s not for me to decide. This curse knows what it wants, and for some reason, it wants you. During mating season, I lock myself up here to prevent any…wild rumors. That little girl at The Steambird would have a field day if word got out.”

As much as she hated to admit it, she could tell Arlecchino was telling the truth. Perhaps even worse, she felt sympathy for her. She of all people knew what it was like to have to play a part - to save face when you were struggling to maintain sanity.

On top of all of this, the thought of being wanted in such an animalistic way thrilled her to no end. Secretly, she had always found the Knave to be attractive. One would have to be crazy to not appreciate the grace with which she carried herself. The power she exuded in every click of her impossibly sharp heels.

Furina still refused to let her have the upper hand. “I’ll admit this is quite unexpected. How embarrassing that a ruthless Fatui harbinger wouldn’t be able to resist the charms of someone far less powerful,” she teased.

“What greater pleasure is there than the unexpected?” Arlecchino challenged.

The former archon stood abruptly as if being drawn to the woman before her like a magnate. Her small gloved fingers reached for the Knave’s hands, intense warmth radiating from them.

“My, what long fingers you have. I’ve never been able to admire them up close like this before.”

“All the better to please you with, droplet.” Her voice was full of hypnotizing husk. Before Furina could think through the consequences of what she was about to do, her lips pressed against the other woman’s in an act of desire fueled by curiosity.

Arlecchino pulled her closer, her tongue seeking entrance to her mouth. “My, what a …quick tongue…you have,” Furina said between ragged panting.

“All the better…to taste you with, droplet.”

The Knave grabbed the former archon by the chin. “Before we go any further, I need you to understand and agree to what you’re getting into here, Lady Furina. I will not make you mine if you do not wish it.”

Her eyes swirled with a mixture of lust and concern which only served to draw Furina in deeper under her spell. “I want to be yours, Arlecchino. Let me help you in any way I can.”

The woman grinned deviously, slamming her lips into hers once more. Any control she had previously had now completely disappeared.

“What do you say we make our way to someplace a little more comfortable? This chair simply won’t do,” Arlecchino said as she picked Furina up and carried her to the bedroom, the cloak that had been covering her now sliding long forgotten to the floor.

“You’re so strong, ma cherie,” Furina marveled as she felt her lift her effortlessly.

“Oh, you don’t know the half of it,” the harbinger replied as she threw her down on the mattress. “I suppose one perk to this curse is that strength can be channeled into a variety of activities.” She strolled to the side table and spoke to her as she rummaged through the drawers.

“Are we talking activities of the…carnal variety?” The former archon’s voice trembled ever so slightly.

“Hmm. I suppose we’re about to find out. Tell me, droplet. How…experienced are you in that realm? I suppose with fame comes the pursuit of numerous admirers. Surely this isn’t your first time?” Having found what she was searching for, she looked up to see Furina had shifted her gaze to the sheets.

“Ah. I see. No matter. That just goes to show how dedicated you were to the role you were assigned. I respect that a great deal,” the woman reassured her. The former archon’s lips twitched back upward into a gentle smile at her words.

“That’s one way you could put it. But…does that make things more difficult for you?”

“In some respects, perhaps. I only ask that you tell me immediately if I’m hurting you. I may have needs, but I refuse to satiate myself at the cost of your comfort.” She removed her hand from the side table, a dual-sided strap-on now in her grasp. Furina’s eyes snapped open.

“Wow.”

“It’s less scary than it looks, I assure you,” she replied as she sat on the bed next to her.

“Oh…like its owner, you mean?”

Arlecchino laughed out loud. “Someone’s cheeky. I guess I’ll have to occupy that mouth with something else.” She looked at Furina’s mouth hungrily, her thumb tracing her bottom lip. The former archon didn’t know what possessed her to do it, but she moved to take the Knave’s finger between her teeth. Her tongue traced its length and savored the taste of her skin.

A deep rumble erupted from Arlecchino’s chest, and the next thing Furina knew, she was on her back, her body pressed firmly into the mattress.

“You’re…making this…far too difficult,” she uttered between rough kisses.

“I thought…predators preferred the…thrill of the chase,” the former archon replied. She could feel heat emanating off of Arlecchino’s body and it emboldened her to take the next step.

Her adrenaline pumping from the suggestive verbal back-and-forth, she tore at Furina’s clothing. She had always noticed how small the former archon’s body was compared to her own, and it only made her want to conquer it more. Now exposed before each other, the Knave dove back in, traversing her body with her tongue, lips, and teeth. Splotches of blues, purples, and reds decorated the former archon’s usually porcelain skin to mark her as her own. Furina’s soft whimpers and sighs nearly drove her to madness.

“Why do I get the feeling you’re still holding back?” She interrupted. Arlecchino felt Furina’s fragile finger tug at the latch of the collar around her neck.

Her voice took on an air of warning. “Lady Furina. I’d highly advise against removing that. I don’t think it would be wise.”

“Arle…I want you. All of you. I don’t want you to have to hold back if this is what you need,” she reassured her as she stroked her cheek with the back of her hand.

The woman felt a throb in her chest. Whether it was lust, love, or a mixture of the two she couldn’t tell. She was so trusting. So willing. And she had no idea what she would be in for if she decided to go through with it.

“If that is what you desire, then I have no right to stop you. You’ve made many choices for the good of your people. I trust you to do what you think is right for you.”

“For us,” Furina corrected her. Arlecchino nodded, a silent act of consent. Wasting no time, she popped the buckle and tossed it to the side. Almost immediately, the energy in the room changed. The Knave’s eyes burned with intensity, her canine teeth expanding in size. Her hands gripped the former archon’s fragile body, barely able to restrain herself from leaving bruises. Furina shivered in eager anticipation of what was coming next.

Arlecchino’s voice was tinged with a deeper, rougher…more commanding tone.

“Spread your legs wider,” she instructed as she grabbed the toy she had prepared. After inserting part of it into herself, she switched on the vibration function and aligned the tip with the other woman’s entrance. With a quick nod from Furina, she slipped inside. The girl cried out and Arlecchino silenced her with a deep kiss.

“Fuck…the way your lips stretch around me…such a good girl taking me like this…” she growled. Inch by inch she sunk further. “You’re so fucking tight…”

Dazed by the unfamiliar feeling, Furina could only whimper as she gave herself over. Filled to the hilt, The Knave bit into her shoulder.

“Archons, you look delicious. You’re such a good girl, droplet, taking the whole thing. Are you ready?” She inquired, her voice huskier than it had been before this transformation.

“Y-yes…I’m y-yours.” Arlecchino could feel the way she was clenching around the toy, ready to be possessed completely.

Grabbing the girl’s hips, she drove into her. Furina’s hands scrambled to grip her lover’s back, her nails sinking into her warm flesh as she groaned incomprehensibly. The harbinger hissed at the sensation, thrusting at an even pace. The movement had jostled the former archon back onto her pillow, giving her just enough leverage to watch as the shaft moved in and out of her.

“That’s right…I want you to watch how well your pussy takes me.” Furina’s face flushed a deep crimson. She was certainly not used to being spoken to so lewdly.

“I want you desperate and needy for me,” Arlecchino grunted as she swiveled her hips.

“Please…Arle…can’t take…”

“Shhh, we both know you can,” she encouraged as she moved in slow, steady strokes, her own release building.

“Ah…ah….ahhhhh…” Furina panted in response. The Knave’s movements grew more wanton as she battled her instincts. She had no desire to hurt the girl, but her need to consume her was nearly impossible to fight.

“I want you to come for me, Furina. Let me feel you shake in my arms like the lost, frightened little rabbit you are…”

Furina choked out a guttural moan as the swirl of the harbinger’s lascivious words and motions hit her in full force, her orgasm causing her body to twitch helplessly. It was taking all Arlecchino had to prevent herself from finishing. She ceased her movements, allowing Furina to catch her breath.

“Are you alright?” She asked with a surprising amount of tenderness given what had just occurred.

“That was amazing!” Furina squealed. “Wait…was it not for you? Oh, archons…what did I do? Or not do? You didn’t…?”

“Don’t you worry, droplet. We’re not done yet. There will be plenty of time for that,” she reassured, trying her best to ignore the pulsing between her thighs.

Furina threw her arms around her and pulled her back into a deep kiss, her tongue tracing the length of her elongated canines. “Oh, I wouldn’t have done that if I were you,” the harbinger growled and flipped the woman on her stomach in one swift movement. Gripping her hips, she took the strap in her hand and guided it into her once more.

“Ahhhhhh, Arle!” Furina yelled.

“Need to fill you up…need to make you mine,” she snarled into her ear as she slammed into her from behind. Her hips rocked unceasingly as her own climax approached.

“K-knave,” Furina moaned, the staccato of thrusts causing her to clutch at the blankets beneath her. Her teeth sank into the pillow as she let Arlecchino lose herself in her.

The harbinger grabbed the headboard with both hands for support as she quickened her pace. The sounds of their bodies slick with sweat slamming together echoed against the thin walls of the room. Finally, Furina screamed into the pillow as she shuttered around the strap once more.

Arlecchino’s breathing quickened and a sound that could only be compared to a feral howl ripped through her throat as she found her release. When she heard Furina’s breathing return to normal, she pulled out of her and sank down next to her.

The former archon rolled onto her back, her bottom lip protruding out. Startled, the Knave asked, “Did I hurt you? I’m afraid I got a little carried away.”

“No, I’m fine,” she quietly responded, her arms crossed against her chest.

The harbinger propped herself up and ran her hand through the other woman’s messy hair. “You certainly don’t seem it. Tell me what’s wrong. I can’t know what I did if you don’t tell me.”

Furina sighed. “You didn’t do anything. It’s just…I…”

“You what?”

“I wanted to see your face when you…you know. No one’s ever made me feel as good as you just did. I want you to feel the same way. I want to touch you…kiss you,” she explained while looking sheepishly back at her.

Arlecchino was taken aback by this admission. She was impressed by how Furina not only didn’t show fear toward her but actually seemed to care about her needs. There was true feeling and emotion behind their actions, not just physical need.

“You’re full of surprises today aren’t you, droplet? Very well then.” The Knave pulled her over to straddle her lap facing her. “I’m all yours,” she said with a reassuring smile.

Furina smirked deviously. She was nothing if not an excellent performer. Maintaining eye contact, she let out a moan as she sank onto the toy. Swiveling her hips, she moved the soft plastic at just the right angle to stimulate them both.

“You little siren.” Arlecchino’s nails sank into her hips as she wrestled the girl for control.

“Oh no you don’t! It’s my turn to take the spotlight,” she chastised before leaning forward and kissing her fiercely. Arlecchino felt her wordlessly daring her to nibble on her soft, inexperienced lips.

Her bold moves stoked the cursed fire that ran through the Knave’s veins. The sound of Furina’s wetness slapping against her thighs with each bounce and her own untamed grunts drove her to the brink of insanity. She’d never been able to act on her urges like this while she was in heat and after experiencing it, she knew there was no going back.

“FUCK, Furina…you look so fucking good…always the center of attention…”

“Mmmm…that’s right…shower me with praise, you beast…” The former archon brought her hands to the woman’s chest, kneading, teasing, and testing her, daring her to try and take over.

Arlecchino let out a wild cackle, riding the high of having a challenge in bed for once. Gritting her teeth, she matched the girl’s pace, one hand firmly on her hip the other tangled tightly in her hair.

“Touch yourself for me, Furina. We werewolves are visual creatures. Let me see those gorgeous tits of yours…fuck…yes…that’s it, love…”

The former archon felt dizzy with the power she now held over the creature underneath her. Invigorated by the authority she had bestowed on her, she braced herself by gripping Arlecchino’s throat. Furina felt the tell-tale growl rumble against her palm and knew she almost had her.

“Now…be a…good dog…and bark for me…” she ordered.

The harbinger’s baser instincts took over as her eyes rolled back in pure bliss. Her shout of delight evolved into a whimper as she rode her orgasm out against the small body on top of her. Furina began to chase her own until Arlecchino grabbed her by the waist and held her still.

“W-what? B-but I…” she began before the Knave brought one of her slender fingers to her lips to hush her.

“Not yet,” she said as she held her close and rolled her underneath. Removing the toy from both of them, the harbinger kissed up from the girl’s knee to her entrance. “I need to taste you,” she growled.

Her tongue took long, languid laps between her folds, relishing a flavor sweeter than any cake. Gently brushing across her bundle of nerves as she lapped at her arousal, she could feel Furina’s legs trembling as she teetered on the edge.

The Knave ceased her actions and looked up at her prey mischievously. “Patience. Be good and do as I say. You can do that for me, hmmm?”

Arlecchino nipped at her slender hips as she showered her body with kisses. Taking one of her nipples into her mouth, she sucked before moving to claim her mouth once more. Repositioning herself, she slid their cores together.

Furina whimpered into the Knave’s mouth as her hips rocked in time with the other woman’s desperate thrusts.

“F-father…please,” she gasped.

Hearing her other title used in such a manner spurred her to increase the friction. Sliding her hand into the former archon’s, their fingers interlaced.

“Come with me, droplet.”

With a few more thrusts, the two hit their peak, their names echoing in song. Collapsing into each other’s arms, exhaustion took hold of them. Arlecchino hadn’t felt this satiated in longer than she could remember. Furina nuzzled her head on her chest as the Knave pulled the blankets over them.

Silence filled the room. Neither knew how to approach the next conversation after everything that had just occurred. The former archon’s self-consciousness won out. “So…can I expect more nights like these? Or…was this just to scratch an itch, so to speak?”

Arlecchino hesitated for a moment before brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “I’d certainly like there to be more than just a transactional element to our rendezvous…but only if you wish it.” Furina could hear the tinge of concern in the woman’s voice.

“I want to be yours, whatever that may entail. Your lover, mate…it doesn’t matter to me what you call it,” she reassured her as she took her hand in hers. She marveled at the difference in size, the warmth that still radiated from her fingertips. “Don’t think you can get rid of me so easily.”

Arlecchino allowed herself a soft smile of contentment. “Then so be it, droplet. You are all of that and more…my everything.”

Furina pressed a gentle kiss to her lips before responding with a chuckle, “I like the sound of that. Far less stuffy than ‘archon.’ I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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My Choice Our Consequence

Chapter 4 : Trusting in Your Safety

Summary: Now that you and Simon have worked out on living accommodations for your soon to be born son. You're getting closer to your due date and everything has been... moderate to say the least. But will you and Simon overcome the barrier of trust ?

Call-Sign or Nickname: Hera or Lil Light

Word Count: 10.6k Words

A03 Version

Your POV

Honestly it’s been, something having Ghost…well Simon around whenever he wasn’t at base. Sometimes you wished someone would pinch you to remind you this wasn’t some fanfic imagination (or is it ?)…

Either way, it’s been about two months since you and Simon agreed to work together to raise the child. Was definitely going to be like co-parenting but you both had everything planned out. Being both apart of the military had definitely played a part in both of you being detailed and determined to ensure everything goes according to plan.

Your mother sometimes found it laughable how much you two have over planned on every detail. But to you two…it was just having backup plans and touching all the bases.

Last month, Simon insisted on helping with the nursery along with your Uncle Daryl’s help. They revamped the once guest room into the nursery, painting the walls a light blue that you and your mother picked out. They put together the crib, with its no climb corners and fluffy mattress.

Every extra detail, from the cabinet full of diapers, baby powder, cleaner supplies and necessary items. Closet full of clothing of different apparels some even Simon disagreed with needing but you found it important your son have all different kinds of clothing for different occasions.

This also includes the bookshelf full of books to read with him, and basket of toys that your son can pick from. Everything was ready. Least to your mom and uncles opinion

But to you and Simon, there was much more to be done before he shows up. As of now... Simon stood in front of you across the island his elbows resting on the marble counter while you sat on the high stool with your iPad open tapping away on the screen, as you two discussed…

Simon gruffly states “We are not naming ‘im that.” He huffs holding his cup of tea to his lifted mask lips. This is the closest you’ve come to seeing him, honestly it killed you not knowing what he looks like still.

Like Gaz joked, if your son gets all the genes from him then you could possibly know what he looks like. You sigh softly rolling your eyes “Why not ? I think Xander is a cute name…” you bite at your lower lip.

Yes, this was the hardest task of them all, coming up with an agreeable name that you both would like. He glances at you, over the edge of his cup “Over my bloody damn body. Next.” He grumbles taking a sip. You grumble “Fuckin’ hell.” You scan through the list of names so far that you’ve found off the baby name dictionary. There was over a million of name choices for boys. Yet, so far, as you two gone through different meaningful names, none popped out to either of you.

This made you worry, you were expecting in about 28 weeks now…you have a check up tomorrow and neither of you have come up with a name yet. What if you two are too late ? What if when your baby is born that you two can’t agree on a name and have to call him “Baby 1” until you agree on one. It made you stress a bit. And that’s why the two of you always postponed the topic.

“Simon…we can’t keep rejecting every name…I’m only 28 weeks away…” you say lowly, your other hand resting down on your stomach. You begin to trace circles on your stomach.

Ghost’s POV

It didn’t take a genius to see how stressed out you were. The more weeks that went by, not only did you get more emotional but the lack of comfort made it impossible to do anything you used to. Ghost has no experience with women pregnant. Only memories of hearing about his once sister in law…but that was a touchy subject for him and he couldn’t bring himself to remember the last image of her.

Yet, sometimes he couldn’t help it…stealing a glance at you. You were someone he treasured now, much to his resistance, and he feared his presence would alone put you in danger. That never seemed to bother you though... He wanted you to start trusting him, to understand him for why he is the way he is...one day, he will. Just not today.

Your POV

Fall, was slowly shifting to winter, the chill in the air made it insufferable to want to do any kind of work. From just even walking outside to get the mail you did not want to go out into the cold air to retrieve it. “Ugh...why is it already bloody cold.” You huff, setting down your tablet down. Your hands stretch out to wrap around the hot cup of cocoa. It was the one drink you could have, since caffeine was off the table. Tea was more something you savored in the mornings and evenings but you have been recently craving chocolate so this was the best you could get for now.

Simon grumbles in response before leaving the kitchen to stalk somewhere, “’Snt it always ?” You huff at his remark rolling your eyes then stroking your belly.

Ever since Simon got back from his recent mission he been hounding you in every way. Shoot, the man wouldn’t even let you make yourself a cup scared you’d burn your belly. As if when he was gone you never did but you allowed him to be overprotective.

You take a slow sip from your cocoa, unlike you who rushes the process of making cocoa, this cup wasn’t as good as the ones Simon had made for you. He always made it perfect. He always made sure to use fresh cocoa and simmered a kettle of fresh milk (non fat since it was safe during pregnancy) he followed the doctors orders to the T. Which is hilarious, because you’ve seen the man ignore doctors orders after breaking his ribs to go to the gym to spar anyways.

As you mindlessly sipped your cup, you forgot to blow on it and burned your tongue, letting out a screech before fanning your tongue. Regretfully dropping your cup, as it crashes down onto the hard surface of your tile. What you didn’t expect was the man himself to rush to your aid as if you got attacked by an intruder. He jumps over the couch with ease, taking in the scene.

You can see the perplex in his eyes as if analyzing the situation seeing what the cause of your yelp was. Taking in the scene he immediately relaxed his shoulder just slightly satisfied that there was no actual harm, except the kind you’ve made for yourself. He strides over to you “You good ?” you blush seeing him ever so close, his cologne reaching your nose. Despite you being sensitive to certain smells, it seems your nose never got tired of smelling his cologne. His eyes study you then he reaches out to take your hands which puzzles your mind until you see his eyes squint down.

That’s when you see the red tint on your fingers. You burned yourself when boiling the milk. Blushing a bit and mumbling softly “Ah..that was when I was warming the milk…nothing serious.” His sharp eyes look down to meet yours.

Yes down…the man towered over you insanely…

“ Didn’t I ‘ellya to leave the cooking and shit to me…” he grumbles the words before withdrawing himself “I know…but Simon I’m not entirely helpless.” You pout, but you can see his eyes briefly crinkle…did he smile ? “Mhm…right….Go sit down. ‘ll clean it up.” You were about to protest but a sudden punch in your stomach had you gasping out.

Simons eyes blew up, seeing you putting your hand on your stomach as if reeling from a pain. Once you composed yourself, you see Simon’s outstretched hands bracing you at your elbows. You start laughing softly out of breath “Holy shit…your son’s a kicker.” You take a breath. Then meet his eyes as he gives you a puzzling look. It was endearing to see the stone cold lieutenant confused and unable to understand what was going on.

His almond brown eyes look at you confused “What ?” he asked sternly, as if the idea of you giving birth now made him feel taken by surprise. You laugh at the slight confusion plastered on Simons face. He seemed even more taken back that you’re laughing after showing signs of being in pain. However you feel a slight instinct while you have him close…

You gently grab at his hand, one he flinches from the sudden contact as you look into his eyes, “Trust me ?” you ask softly waiting for confirmation to proceed.

Ghost’s POV

One minute you were grasping onto him for your dear life, nails digging deep into his hoodie sleeves, then after a few breaths your laughing about it. He couldn’t figure out what to make of the situation. His mind still reeling if there was something wrong with the baby for you to react such a way.

Yet, when you ask him to trust you, it was like a whiplash. You know he questions anything to do with trust. The idea makes the Ghost want to crawl out and pull away. However, the Simon part of him wants to reach out and grasp onto this new unknown feeling…

No it wasn’t unknown…it was just something long forgotten and buried from years of betrayal.

When you asked him this, he felt deep down he could trust you. From the missions together, he trusted you. Against his better judgement. He trusted you and confided in you in a moments weakness for both of you to be in an intimate moment together. He trusted you from the moment he saw you again and was willing to give him a chance because despite him breaking it, in honesty you were willing to give him a chance.

He wanted to take a chance with you. Even if it was unfamiliar territory and he didn’t know what he was going to be walking into.

When his eyes meet yours, you give him the most doe eyes imaginable…

There’s just something about the way you look at him which makes him want the Ghost to stay in a corner and allow Simon to revel in the contact and embrace this new found feeling of interaction. So…for once…he let his guard down.

Nodding his head slowly, he didn’t know what to expect when you took his hand. They were still in his signature skull leather gloves. But it was the kind of contact that felt like electricity coursing through his nervous system. Slowly and tenderly, you soft hands guided his to rest on your stomach. For a moment he was confused by this…until he felt it.

It was subtle. Like a poke onto his palm. Their son was kicking.

For the first time, your son showed no signs of life, the doctor having to reassure you that he was very much healthy and breathing. You would joke it was because of him that their son gained his personality. However, now it seems your son wants to let you two know he’s there.

It was a moment for sure. Simon didn’t know how to feel or even know how to acknowledge the feeling he was expressing.

True happiness.

The little bundle that gave you and him a chance of unity to work together. An experience he never thought imaginable until he met you. It was a moment he wish he could keep with him forever. Especially as he looked down at your face.

You had the softest smile on your face, your eyes closed feeling the little kicks hit against your stomach as you still press Simons hand on your stomach. Seeing you in your cozy autumn dress that snugged your body, just reaching to your knees and your hair, down . You looked perfect. This moment felt perfect. For once it was nice to experience something mundane. To experience something he’d call…

His family.

It was this moment he wanted to give himself entirely to you, swear to you, open up to you. Yet, he figured when the time was right he would. For now.

Soaking in the moment of their little life they created. Who for once Simon was eager to meet. Yet, he’d never would admit it out loud, especially with the guys pestering about it. But he’d shrug it off and tell them he just wants your suffering to end.

It felt like the world stopped in that moment, it was just you two enjoying this moment together, Simon couldn’t resist it. His other hand slowly reached up to your cheek. Your eyes watching his every move. Yet you didn’t say anything. He was hesitant. But you just looked at him, almost reassuring him to keep going. Your doe eyes bore into his, they weren’t of hunger like the night you two laid. No it was a different kind of intimacy. One of companionship. But most of all…

Trust

He gently stroked your jaw line, as he slowly leaned closer to your face….

Your POV

He kept leaning closer by the minute, your heart was pounding harder than ever. You can’t believe this was happening. Was he going to kiss you ? His eyes drift down to your lips. It was a subtle question without words needing to be said. You knew what his eyes was entailing. It was something you learned to understand about him long ago.

Slowly you let go of his hand that still rested on your swollen stomach. He had no intentions of withdrawing even after your hands were off his. You slowly reach your hands up to the edge of his mask tucked under his hoodie. His eyes don’t leave yours. He’s watching you. Studying you. Seeing what next move you do. But there’s no sign of discontent. He wants you to do this. You can tell by his eyes. They speak so much more volume that any words spoken can comprehend.

You tentatively begin pulling up his mask, my eyes remaining on his as you do this. You’re expecting the worse as you slowly pull it up, but he doesn’t recoil or stop you. No. He just keeps looking at you.

So you keep going. Passing it just over his lips, revealing his perfect lips, that are slightly shaded pink, his stubble jawline as if carved out of a statue. His jaw adorned with tapestry of scars. Some danced along his cheek, it seemed long you were only seeing the tip that seemed to run up. There was one that crossed over the corner of his lips. You remember that one, when you two were together that night. Even though it was dark and everything was rushed you remember pressing light kisses over it. Almost wishing for those awful memories of it to wash away from his perfect skin. But it was something you accept and love about him…

Wait love ?

Do you love Simon ? Maybe….or maybe it’s just your hormones..

He looks at you still, my eyes meeting his, as you slowly lean up, he seems to lean in as well and just when our lips were grazing each others…

His phone rings…

He withdraws so fast it almost hurt. His eyes seemed to squint, almost as a sign of annoyance…He seemed to almost wished it had happened but at last, someone had to pop it.

You clear your throat eyeing down to his pants where the phone rings “You going to get that ?” for once you see him contemplate almost considering to ignore. For a few seconds you see him battle within himself…it was painful to watch the Ghost himself wanting to rebel. So you made the choice for him. You slowly withdrew from the close contact as you feel the heat rising in your cheeks. “I’m going to go….um…make another cup.” You leave the room quickly, well at least as quick as your legs could take you as you headed back into the kitchen. Stealing a glance at him as he looks your way, rolling his mask down as he digs into his pocket for his phone.

Ghost’s POV

We were so close to kissing, and of course something had to disrupt it. It felt like luck was never on his side. As always all the good in his life gets taken from him even from brief moments.

He answers the phone. He was agitated from the disruption and the person on the other was going to hear how angry he was for the intrusion.

“What you want ?”

Price : “Aye…good ‘earing from you too Simon. What’s with you eh ? How’s the little light ?”

“Price…” Simon felt the pit of his stomach dropped. “She and the bugger are fine.” He leaves the living room going outside to take this call, he couldn’t risk you hearing it… “What’s the news ?”

He hears Price hum softly and slight shifting in the background, he was readjusting himself in his seat, means he doesn’t have something good to say... “Ah…we got a lead. Shepard will fill you in. You’ll be dropped at the base in a couple days. That’s all I can share over the phone…”

Simon stayed silent. His eyes casting at your complex, this mission was important he knew that…in fact in most cases he would’ve put that before anything so why…

“Simon…I know you have a lot going on…I don’t blame you for wanting ou-” “I’ll be there.” There was silence for a moment as Price let out a sigh. “ ‘Right, I’ll send you where to go. You leave Monday (the day was Thursday) Good luck Simon.” With that he hung up. Looking at his phone screen silently. Hearing the words Price was going to finish he couldn’t even process those words.

Out ? This is all he ever known. Sure things are different now…but are they ?

He began second guessing his choices now for allowing himself to get close. Perhaps going on this mission will do him some good. Ghost heads back into the complex where he finds you finishing your new cup, but this time of tea, that you just poured for yourself. As you were letting the bag rest inside your cup, as the warm water seeps it.

Your eyes meet his, and once again he feels Simon wanting to crawl out and take over, but he shoves him down. Ghost needed to be present. “That was Price.” He watches as your features shift, it was brief it was a slight sadness peeking your face. But you recovered quickly averting your eyes from his looking into your cup. “Ah…when do you leave ?” you start dipping your tea bag up and down into your cup looking into it, deeply. As he says lowly “In a ‘ouple days.”

Your eyes look towards him…it once again made Simon want to claw out, the need to be there for you. But he can’t . Not now knowing he has to leave you at such a bad time. But you surprised him….

Your POV

Yes, the news hurt, the sudden change in his aura as he went back to being Ghost. Cold reserved and untouchable. It hurt how quickly his demeanor changed towards you. However, you understood. You have been in his shoes and you knew it would be inevitable. That came with the job. You guys were stuck to this life whether you wanted out later or not. The job demanded you.

You were an exception given your predicament. But you knew this was what Ghost lived for. It’s all he’s ever known. Nodding your head slowly. “You should probably get packing than, shouldn’t ya ?” you let out a low dry laugh. It seemed more of a huff then a laugh. But the fact was…it was amusing.

Of course you knew the reality of the job. If a lead came up of course they’d jump at it. Especially knowing the urgency for the mission. You didn’t know the full extent but you knew enough, and your time in the field to know such. You sigh softly “Look…Simon. You don’t need to worry about us. I told you this.” Your eyes meet his, his eyes remained unmoved from you. He was looking to see if you were covering up with lies, but they weren’t they were genuine.

“When you find the chance…reach me. I’m sure by then he’ll be born…” you bite at your lower lip. As much as you would love Simon to be there during birth you sure as hell weren’t going to make him feel guilty for leaving or make it seem like he has to choose. No, now more than anything he deserves to know he’s welcomed back. You smile softly at him, approaching him slowly.

He doesn’t withdraw as you approach, his eyes never leaving your movements as you drew closer as you gently reach your hand up, watching his expression. Ghost doesn’t budge or withdraw though, so you place your hand on his masked cheek. “Trust me?” You reach up as best you can against this tall giant. He lowers himself down though, enough so you can press a kiss onto his masked cheek before looking into his eyes.

He didn’t need to say a word.

You saw all the conviction in his eyes to know he planned to come back for you and their son…

“Thomas…” you blink at the sudden name…as you recalled his brother name being Tommy. Then you slowly began to understand, he wanted to name your son after him.

“Thomas…I like it.” You smile softly holding his gaze, he seemed to appreciate it. A part of you wandered if him wanting to name their son after his brother was a way to prove better. Almost swearing this time…he won’t lose his loved ones. You knew nothing would happen. Simon would return from the mission when it’s over and get to meet his son. Maybe things will play out better for you two. You don’t know…but you were willing to see what this choice leads to.

The Next Day

Honestly from the events of yesterday, you nearly forgotten about your appointment for today.

It was thanks to your mother reminding you before she left for work, and Simon sudden urgency to usher you out of the complex into the car.

To say pregnancy befuddles your mind was an understatement, you could barely think straight. It was painful to think too. Your once strategic, organized, and determined mind was a train wreck.

It could be from the lack of sleep now, you felt so bloated, but also it was impossible to get out of bed comfortably let alone sleep. It seemed your unborn was like his father, in the quietness was when he made himself known. Which he would either kick your stomach to the point you had to sit up and walk around or he demanded food to be deposited into your stomach. With which you’d made a late midnight snack.

Since being closer to your due date, and time flying by effortlessly, you started noticing Simon insistent on staying in your complex to make sure you get the help you need. Because of this, your mother had decided (since she has so grown to love Simon) that she’d stay at your uncle’s place while Simon was present so you could lean on him more. Of course you hated that she left you with him, sometimes his silence was unbearable and you worried you burden him with helping you with tedious tasks. But perhaps it was because your mother knew nothing would happen while he was there.

So, Simon spent most nights in your mother’s room that she loaned to him. However on some midnight scouring through the refrigerator, you’ve learned he would often sleep on the couch. Mostly because he knew you’d wake up craving something and didn’t apparently trust you enough to open a simple yogurt container. Silly little things like that he worried about your well being. As if you were out on the field fighting for you life, Simon was there at your six to keep you safe from such tedious civilian tasks.

Oh, and driving with Simon has become quite the most stressful part of the trip. The man, bless him, as big as he was must drive crazy do to discomfort. He was a bully man for the matter and being used to harsh conditions he drives almost like a madman. I’m always bracing the handle on the door because, his turns were painfully sharp. But you know the wiser, correcting or even judging a man’s driving skill is not a debate to go on. The drive was of course short, since the man nearly blew through 3 stop lights, you knew he’ll probably get tickets about it. Wondering how embarrassing that was you were the reason for his reckless driving. Yet, he got you there safely.

Pulling into the hospital parking lot, it was packed. Rows of cars lined up, but Simon found the most closet spot to the entrance as possible. Yes, the man drove through every single aisle in the lot to find the BEST one. Sighing in relief you release the seat belt buckle freeing the slight pressure that was pressing over your chest and lower abdomen a bit too tightly. You were just collecting my bearings for a few seconds, before feeling the coolness brush your right shoulder.

Glancing over, you see Simon had already hopped out of the truck and was now opening your passenger side door. You take the chivalrous act turning yourself in the seat, it was much harder to get in and out of cars. Especially harder, in a big pick up truck, that Simon drove.

Luckily, Simon, was there to help you, his large arm nearly caged you in the front as you use his arm to balance yourself and ease out of the car. He doesn’t touch you, just uses his body to help you get out. It was such a subtle gesture but meant a lot. Because, your mother would’ve struggled much more trying to help you out. “Thanks...You didn’t have to.”

You knew that was a lie, you did need it, it was painful to change positions now, your growing baby, had decided to expand ever so more, your once small physique outweighed by your growing baby who just so happens to have the DNA of a giant. Yes, this still bugged you. Of all men to get knocked up by, why did YOU have to do it not only with your lieutenant but the biggest man you ever known. Was a cruel joke the thought of pushing out his baby often sent shivers down your spine.

Simon must’ve noticed as you can see the squint in his eyes and crease in his brows “You cold ?” you wave you hand dismissively supporting your back as he walks closely at your side, on your right of course. “No, I’m fine. Just uncomfortable. God I can’t wait to push him out.” You huff, even walking barely a mile was an effort. You were already out of breath by the time you both entered through the automatic sliding doors.

The hospital was bustling, taking in patients and front desk ladies answering calls. Simon tenses from the atmosphere. This is his first time coming with you. From your last checkup, he simply drove you and your mother and your mother would go in with you. This time after many attempts at persuading him you won over him.

And Simon, wore something less terrifying than his usual apparel. He wore a black surgical face mask, it went up over his nose, he had no black smear paint over his eyes for once, but his hoodie cloaked his hair and shaded his eyes from the light. Immediately you sat yourself down in the chair, Simon however, stood near you. Like a looming bodyguard, the man just did NOT know when to relax or let his guard down. You could see his eyes shift to every person in the room as if waiting for some surprise attack.

A part of you didn’t blame him for this habit, when you first started having to live as a civilian you doubted every single person. You can’t imagine how untrusting Simon must be feeling, to be so exposed and you’re certain to him, the worse part was being weaponless.

However, him being on edge was not helping your anxiety for this appointment. Yes, you trusted your baby was fine but it still didn’t stop your mind from worrying. Slowly you reach up and touch his arm.

He nearly jumps. But of course he’d never admit it. He looks down at you, seeing it was your harmless hand resting on his arm as you say lowly “Relax Simon…you’re stressing me out…also you’re making everyone else anxious-” he huffs under his mask, giving an eye roll as you look at him serious not going to put up with his attitude “I mean it. You either sit down or there will be hell.” His eyes look at you seriously, debating if should challenge that minor threat.

But of course, you were a women to your word. And you’d never forget. In fact you planned to give him an ear full about his demeanor. You were okay to an extent but sometimes you just wish he let his guard down when in civilian area so he didn’t stress you or anyone else in radius.

Finally he grumbles lowly, moving to sit in the seat to your right, near the entry, as he finally sat done. You couldn’t help but smirk, the chair looked ridiculously small holding him. It was a miracle it didn’t collapse. That would be a humorous sight.

Now he was quite the sight himself, standing 6’4 practically lean killing machine. His mystery aura probably was an attraction to many civilians, especially youthful ones. As just so happens a bunch of teenagers were gossiping and giggling in the corner of the lounge. Why they were there was beyond your brain capacity, they seemed too young to be pregnant…was that normal in society? You felt so old…

You could hear little what was said but tried not to feel the bubbling feeling in your chest “Oh-My-God, he’s hot…” “He’s a tall dark drink of mystery” “I dare you to ask his number.”

Honestly, if these girls think their whispering was low enough they were not even trying. You couldn’t help but steal a glance at Ghost. His eyes focused dead ahead at the front desk. Surely he was hearing the words these girls were saying.

It didn’t help he was in the most….hottest sitting position you’ve seen. His legs were spread arms crossed over his chest, you know he wasn’t doing it intentionally more for comfort since he barely fit the seat. But you couldn’t help how attractive he seemed. You didn’t blame the girls for finding him attractive, honestly you wished you knew if he was attractive without the mask too.

His deep voice broke your train of thought, “I can feel yer eyes on me y/n.” his eyes slowly shift to you, which made you blush. You didn’t realize you had stared at him long enough for him to notice. Than again nothing gets past his radar. “Well…can’t help it…you got quite the fan girls over there.” You snort.

His head looks in your direction, his eyes squinting obviously not finding it amusing as you can see his brows crease processing your features probably and attitude, as he then asks “You jealous ?” You could see the corners of his eyes crinkle, the bastard was smirking “S-Shut up.” You huff smirking trying to ignore the burning in your cheeks as he speaks again shifting in his seat “Plus I’m not here for bunch of kids. Got my own to worry about, yea ?”

How this man says stuff so casually astounds you. He seems too calm and collected it makes you wish you could open his brain up and know what’s running through it.

Ghost’s POV

Having eyes on him has always been something he had been used to. From recruits shaking to their bones of what he’ll shout, to his victims petrified of their life getting taken from his hands, and now civilians. This though, was something he’ll never get used to.

Civilians seemed to walk aimless with no purpose and oblivious to their surroundings. Without a care in the world. It sometimes baffled him how relaxed these people were, unaware of the raging war that he and people like him were fighting to keep the peace, that these people took for granted.

Yet, today, he was here with you, doing something so mundane to take you for your pregnancy checkup.

Honestly, he would’ve taken you here every day if he could, this whole pregnancy process had him on edge. He never felt so helpless in his entire life.

Unable to help you with all the weight you were carrying and the discomfort you were having to endure in order to carry his child. You didn’t deserve this, yet motherhood almost seemed to suit you.

His eyes couldn’t help but glance at you subtly when you would pretend you weren’t staring at him. You had the most earnest smile, too pure for the military, your hair had this shine to it, but in a way was done hastily in a messy bun. However, it looked attractive for you. From your clothes, you always wore something cozy and snug, today wearing a loose v neck top with a plaid jacket to keep you warm. Some stretchy pants that curved around your hips and thighs nice especially your protruding belly.

From your ripped nails (a habit he absolutely disliked one you did even on duty), fresh clean smooth skin, perfect face structure. Everything. You had bewitched him in ways he could never comprehend Which makes him think back to when you two laid together…it had been so long ago. But at nights it was something that plagued his dreams and had him wanting to experience it again.

Of course then a women in a white cloak approaches the two of you, sending him a bit more on edge with the women’s plastered smile. Was too white for Simon’s liking. She stops short of him, eyeing him before looking at you “Ah, Y/n ! Ready for your check-up?” she smiles at you…

So she’s the doctor…. “Yes I’m ready. Also this is-” You look to him a bit. He knew you were trying to be considerate in his choice of giving names…yet for you he’d let this slide. “Simon.” he says blunt and uninterested in interacting with the doctor, he only came to make sure the baby was okay as per your request, well more of begging.

You give him the biggest smile, hearing him use his name to greet the doctor. Just seeing you happy for something so minor gave you the greatest joy…why you held him so high he’ll never understand but he held you the same way too. You slowly stood up, getting to your feet, he gives you his arm, that was still in his pocket to assist, which you take his subtle gesture.

The doctor blushing and biting her lip, it bothered him. The way she looked at him. He only liked when you looked at him that way but something in him wanted to snap at her for such but he refrained. Instead walking behind you as the doctor led you to the ultrasound room.

Entering the room, he had to duck his head a bit, the doors were definitely not made for men his height, obviously more for women. You giggled at his struggle as he shot you a glare which stopped your adorable giggles but still plastering a smirk.

“Alright…you know the drill, momma. Sit down, lift up, and relax.” The doctor was now getting the machine wheeled closer, and turned on. You turned to the laying chair, Simon’s seeing it was a bit high for you as he moved closer in front of you.

You give him a questionable look, but he simply gestures with his hand, that he’ll help you up. You take it, his arms tense as he helps you up, you blush when it seems to get into the chair with ease. Looking up at him you whisper softly, “Thank you…”. He simply nods his head stepping back to stay out of the way. Choosing to linger against the wall as the doctor comes to your side now, once you lifted up your top exposing your stomach.

It's the first time he’s seen your belly bare, you were never naked or wearing shorter tops since pregnant. You still had that tattoo on your right that that ran just under your arm down your whole side. It was a bunch of rose vines tangled around skull head, butterflies, ribbons, but most of all a peacock head with the feathers spread on the side pulling a chariot.

It was the most detailed tattoo he admired on you when you rested on your side beside him after you two were intimate. He remembered looking at the details put into it, and how it seemed unique.

He never asked though, but he did his own researching. Hera’s chariot was pulled by the peacock. Which made since considering your call sign. Not to mention the meaning behind Hera, as the goddess of childbirth, he prayed you had that luck on your side.

The doctor had spread some gel substance on your stomach just at your lower abdomen as she placed the probe there. The monitor on the screen started giving a swoosh sound and bit pulsing but it was all grey and white visuals. Until she worked the probe more on your stomach to show the view of…

Their son.

The doctor looked at the monitor seeing how the baby was curled in the fetal position all curled up. Simon felt an odd feeling looking at the screen.

It felt unreal actually seeing it on the screen. The doctor than began speaking “That’s a healthy looking baby. Wow I’d say he’s about…3.997 kilograms (8.13 pounds) !” you nearly groan inwardly as he did his best to stop himself from huffing a laugh. The doctor arches a brow “I take you’re the dad ?”

The question made Simon stiff but he simply just nodded his head slowly, which the doctor giggles “Yeah go figures, he definitely got the dad genes y/n.” you roll your eyes as you remained still while she continues to examine the monitor making sure everything else looks good. That’s when you brought up “Oh can you take the pictures. I want a few if you don’t mind.” The doctor smiles at you nodding her head. “I figured you’d want that. I’ll send to you via email and I’ll print out a copy that you can pick up at the front.” She smiles, clicking on the machine to capture the ultrasound picture and having it printed to the printer at the front desk. His eyes never leaving the ultrasound.

He couldn’t help but glance at your face. You looked happy, admiring the monitor of your unborn child. It was a moment he would remember. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at that being his son he’ll get to meet when he gets back from the mission. He definitely had a reason now to come back.

Your POV

After everything seemed clear, the doctor went over what to expect with the contractions and asking where you would be giving birth.

Then even gave advice that Simon could help you with by doing the gentle lifting. This of course made you blush as you sat on the examination chair “It’s a great exercise and harmless. Relaxes the body from the heavy weight you been carrying that child. Plus Dad will get an opportunity to see how much weight you’re carrying.” She laughs softly “I can show you how to do it dad if you’d like to help her ?”

A part of you knew Simon would definitely feel uncomfortable with that suggestion or even volunteer to do something remotely having to touch someone. It’s something about showing attachments in public that isn’t his forte. In fact you only feel he stuck around for the kid sake since he probably wanted to be better than how he was raised.

You could see Simon shift uncomfortably his eyes darting away as if the idea wasn’t something he wanted to express or do. “Ah…it’s okay. I think we sho-” “Show me.” Simons deep British accent seem vibrate in the room. All eyes were on him now. You were nearly gaping, but looking at him uncertain wondering if he only was feeling obligated to do it for the doctor to not judge “Simon…really it’s okay. Let’s just g-” “I want to.” He stops you which makes you blush from embarrassment. The doctor laughs softly “Okay then ! Y/n stand up and Simon right ?” he nods his head.

You stand up getting out of the chair as the doctor comes behind you “Alright, so what you’re going to do is links your fingers together like this” as she shows her both hands linked then stands behind you. You awkwardly stand there unsure what to expect. “Then you come behind, make sure y/n you can lean back into me..now I’ll use my legs to just slightly bend and keep back flat then slowly lift…” the moment the doctor lifted your stomach, it felt like all the weight was well…weightless.

It was so satisfying…you almost forgot how it felt to not having carried so much weight.

In the moment your eyes slowly flutter close you can hear the doctor continue to lecture “Only lift about two inches, should do it. Now when you release you have to do it SLOWLY.” She gives you a few minutes enjoying the session before slowly lowering your stomach. It was relaxing for the moment and made you almost wish she hadn’t stop. However your eyes flutter open, looking to see Simon’s eyes were on you.

It made you blush realizing how relaxed you were in the moment that you were unaware of his watching eyes on you. “Alright dad. Ready to try ?” you blink realizing what was about to happen as you watched Simon push himself off the wall. He nods his head at the doctor as she sits back to observe. Your heart beats harder as he walks around behind you, his looming presence all so familiar as it made you feel déjà vu when you had first met him…

2 Years Ago 141 Meeting at Base

The helicopter hummed loudly, despite the headset you wore to dull out the loud blades. You had your hair braided down over your shoulder to keep the wind from whipping your hair in your face and you wore a cap to keep the strands down. Your eyes shift as you feel it began to descend hitting the landing platform. Once confirmed the pilot let you know you can get out. Which you hastily do so, standing up keeping low as you open the side of the chopper. You had your duffle bag swung over your shoulder as you climbed out.

The blades made your hair fly crazy but you kept low until clear from the blade. Finally taking in your surroundings of your new base it was exciting to be working with Captain Price. You had met him on a mission many years ago in Urzikstan where you assisted in helping Karim escape. Luckily you weren’t needed much for medical side, but you did aid in freeing commander Karim’s men and women. However she would never know, you were a female that was there. Most times you wore attire that hid that you were a women.

It kept the fights even. No one would go easy on you or suspect they were beaten and killed by a women. That’s how you liked it.

However the main reason you hide yourself, was how you got your name…

“Ah Hera ! You made it.” You turn you head having dazed off as you noticed Price striding over to greet you.

His muttonchops were fuller, you remember the last you two had spoke he was considering growing out a beard but was unsure what style. It was very unique style yet suited him. You gave him a tender smile “Captain Price. Wouldn’t miss joining up with an old friend now.” You smirk. He shakes your hand fondly then gently pats your shoulder “Why I picked you for my taskforce. Come. The lads will be joining soon.” He nods his head for you to follow which you do.

He gives you a brief tour of the base, seeing the gym, cafeteria, lounge room, medical wing (your favorite) his office, meeting room, baths (as of course he had to mention there were no separate ones for women but would ensure you had a key to lock when using it,), and lastly your bunker.

Your name plate was plastered on the door in a silver plate with your rank y/n, “Hera” and your l/n. Price opened your door with ease showing you, your neatly made room, with the bed in the corner, pale beige walls, old wooden floor boards, a desk and chair, a counter space in the corner where you can buy your own appliances for small kitchen ware and a small closet for your clothing.

Typical base room. Small simple and tidy. “Thanks Price.” You smile at him as he smiles back, his muttonchops crinkling as he smiles as you could no longer see his dimples cheeks when he smiles, but you knew they were there “Please y/n, no need for formalities, you can call me John” you smirk “What ? Already playing favorite Cap ?” you give a wicked grin as he simply chuckles shaking his head stepping to your door. “Ill see you tomorrow for briefing. 0600 sharp. Rest of the lads will be in tonight. Rest up.” He nods his head, as he leaves you in your room.

Taking a breath, you decide to look around the room taking in the surroundings and debating on what you could do to lively it up when you get the time and chance to go shopping. For now you planned to rest up, and unpack. Tomorrow will be when you meet the rest of your team. You had heard their names but was not permitted to seeing their files on each one. Probably because you’ll be meeting them anyways. For now…you needed rest so rest was what you planned to get.

Next Day at 0400

Your alarm blared annoyingly at your bedside stand as you moaned annoyed. As much as you should be used to waking up this early your body however seemed to hate every moment of it. Groggily, you reach over to stop your alarm, after embarrassingly missing the stop button after three attempts, you finally silenced the cruel bastard.

Slowly you positioned yourself up so that you didn’t fall back to sleep and grabbed your hygiene stuff and spare clothing to go get ready.

Peeking your head out the room, the bunker halls were silent, you were the only one up at this hour, thankfully. You slipped out of the room and shut the door quietly aware your other teammates were probably trying to get every last bit of rest they can muster. You make your way to the bathroom, you planned on at least making yourself presentable today. Having brought your towel and other hygiene supplies, you began showering first to wake yourself up.

Dipping yourself under the cold running water to wake you, while you waited for the water to warm up, sent shivers down your spine. Taking cold showers was definitely a way to wake you. But once the warm water hit it made you melt. You could stay under the streaming water forever, however, today you planned to make a good impression.

After finally finishing cleaning yourself up and drying yourself, you began to dress into your attire. After putting on your sports bra, and boxer pants (yes, they were more comfortable to wear underneath heavy cargo pants and military attire. Plus no lie, it curved your ass nicely) then put on your thick beige cargo pants that had plenty of pockets. Then putting on a tight long sleeve camo top. It was a collar type with a zipper and you always kept the zipper halfway down to make it breathable.

Once you finishing dressing and tying on your duffle boots, you got your hair slick back in a tight bun using some gel that slicked your hair perfectly.

Satisfied with your apparel, you glance at the watch on your wrist, it was 0500, you had an hour to spare. Walking out of the bathroom with your discarded clothes and hygiene you went to your room to return your stuff then decided to grab yourself a cup of coffee to wake up before heading to the meeting room.

However what you didn’t expect, upon walking into the lounge where the coffee maker would be, was a tall looming man cloaked in all black hunched over with a cup. The man was massive it was insane. You couldn’t help but freeze, like a deer in line of sight of headlights. The man surely wasn’t military was he ? He must’ve sense your presence as he side glanced you, barely shifting his head to glance back at you. His eyes scan you head to toe, before you hear a huff.

‘Whats his problem ?’ you frown at the odd behavior as you slowly make your way over to grab yourself a cup “Um, Morning, sorry wasn’t aware someone else was up. You are?” his eyes glare at you annoyed as if your question was the most ridiculous thing he heard. But instead of pleasantly answering, oh no he turned and left. Just up and leave. You stood there dumbfounded wondering what the hell the man problem was for him to be so cold. ‘God…he must not be a morning person.’ You roll your eyes as you begin to work on your cup of coffee.

By 0549 you made you way to the meeting room where it would be taking place, you have yet to see anyone aside from the grumpy cloaked man.

Opening the door to the meeting room though you see Price eyes look up to your figure as he smiles “Ah Hera. You made it.” yet, he wasn’t alone. Two other member were seated. One was muscular, he had a nice round chiseled face. Beautiful blue eyes, but you’ll never admit that to him and a Mohawk. He seemed lively as he spoke up “Aye you ‘ust be Hera ! Names Soap.” He gives you a toothy grin, odd name for a handsome face, you dare not question that name. “Nice to meet you.” You nod your head to him, as the other man who you knew smirked “Good seein’ ya Hera. You gotten taller ? Or is it just your boots ?” he smirks playfully as you roll your eyes “Tough love Gaz” He laughs softly, his laugh was too pure for this world, as his slightly curled hair was under his ball cap, wearing his light blue button up rolled up sleeve shirt under his vest. He always was a handsome man, even since he was a little boy he was handsome and you two were close buddies since middle school and through boot camp.

Just when you were about to question where the last member was “Um so where’s the other gu-” but Price spoke up, and his eyes weren’t on you but rather something or rather someone behind you “Ah, good of you to join us Ghost. Lads…and erm lass meet Lieutenant Riley. You can call him Ghost.”

As if slowly registering all the eyes shifting behind you, you slowly glance your head behind seeing him looming behind you. The man was tall. It was insane how much he over towered you, it made you feel incredibly small with a bunch of big men. Yet he was different.

Looking up to meet, his almond brown eyes, that were piercing down at you, you could see hint of blonde of his lashes despite it smeared with black paint, and his face was covered with a mask, that had a literal skull plate on top of it that had chips on the eye rim of the skull. The man was menacing yet as beautiful as death. You couldn’t help but swallow the lump that was slowly forming in your mouth as you couldn’t tear your eyes from him…working with him was definitely going to be interesting…

Present Moment

It was hard to believe they were literally in the same moment as before. You were looking up at the menacing man in the past with fear as he looked at you once with distaste . However after doing missions together, the two of you had worked up a good bond, a respectable one that had each other’s backs . Yet that led to an unknown attraction, one you’d presume was just lust that resulted in well…your predicament.

Simon gently leaned forward, you felt his broad chest at the back of your head as your felt his chest muscle flex when his arms slowly, hesitantly encircled you. Your heart raced harder against your chest, this was just him helping and you were making it seem like he was kissing you.

God why could you feel his breath through the mask against your neck, it made the hair on the back of your neck, go up. The moment your felt his muscular arms go around you, it made you almost shiver but you forced your body to stay still. The moment he had his hand gently coming under your stomach, your breath slightly hitched. Even though his hands were gloved, it still sent your body into a huge heat wave.

You prayed with all your might be didn’t notice how enflamed your cheeks were or how his subtle touches sent your body emblazed. Then when he slowly lifted, of course having followed the instructions to the T, the moment he lifted your stomach you felt yourself lean more into him, and he was pressed into you.

When he lifted you could definitely feel, his biceps were flexing as he held your stomach, he seemed so gentle for hands that could be so brutal. It was impressive how he could be ever so careful when needed to be. You didn’t even think it was possible.

You don’t know how long he was holding your stomach, or what the doctor may have commented, probably praising him for doing a good job, but in that moment you felt….

Safe.

It was the only word you could describe the feeling. Even if it was something Simon wasn’t keen to do, you honestly don’t know his reason for wanting to do this…but you felt this made you feel completely safe from everything. It was a comfort you were neglected having as a child. When you threw yourself into the military you wanted to harden yourself to not rely on anyone for safety, yet meeting Ghost. That changed everything.

From the moment you two first went on mission together, you wanted nothing more than to trust him and knew he’d keep you safe no matter the cost.

He showed that multiple times when you put yourself in the line, a few times to save wounded or even take a risk, and every time. He was there having your back.

So now…here he was…weaponless, out of his comfort zone and having to do something gentle, you felt entirely safe once again.

You didn’t even realize how relaxed you were that you had leaned into him and let out a soft sigh. After some minutes, you feel him slowly lower your stomach, the moment ending but it was nice. Even better than when the doctor did it.

She seemed pleased nodding her head “Well you seem like a natural ! Okay ! When you start getting contractions, call me ! We discuss by then. I have your number and your mother’s. I’ll send you some things to read okay ?” You nod your head. “Thank you Doctor. Andrea.” You smile as she nods her head opening the door out of the room then leading you both to the front desk.

You could sense Simon lingering behind you as he followed you closely. The doctor goes behind the front desk walking to the printer as she grabs the ultrasound picture. There was 3 printed out as she handed them over to you from the desk. “Alright. You both are set ! Can’t wait to meet the little one.” She smiles giving you both a wave. As you do the same. Looking up at him, you smile at him holding the pictures.

Ghost’s POV

When doing the belly lift exercise, a part of him worried he may hurt you or the baby. Yet, he was very intent on following the doctors direction to the exact T. He watched intently as you expressed a sense of relaxing when doing it. Like it was the first kind of relief you experienced since being pregnant. All the more reason he wanted to do this.

When it was his turn, his eyes landed on you, you seemed nervous. Was it because of him ? Even when he got behind you he could tell your heart rate increased and you were trying to control your breathing. It was as if his presence makes you flustered. However he tried to control his own reaction to being right behind you and having to actually touch you more closely than he’s ever done.

When he carefully lifts your stomach, immediately he realizes how much weight you’ve been having to carry. ‘Bloody hell…no wonder she’s barely sleeping.’ As he holds your stomach up, he couldn’t help but feel proud at how much of a fighter you were. Not only were you fighting through the pain of carrying the child but also you were willing to do this alone if he didn’t plan to be there for you.

There was a sense of regret as he felt the slight strain in his muscles, honestly it was impressive to him how you didn’t complain as much as you did.

However, he regretted having to leave in a couple days for this mission. Knowing you’ll be going through this alone. Even though he knew you wouldn’t be entirely alone having your mother and uncle a part of him hated it wasn’t going to be him. He just hopes the mission will be done without any complications.

Once he slowly lets go of your stomach, even though he’d willingly hold it for you as long as you needed he finally let go knowing you’d want to go home and get off your feet. Especially how swollen your ankles were.

As they left the ultrasound room and made their way to the desk, they once again passed the young girls who once again began staring at him. Briefly he saw your face slightly twist with once again jealousy. Why you would get jealous was beyond him…you were much more than some teens and it angered him you thought less of yourself when you were carrying their child.

All the more reason he couldn’t resist casting a quick glare in the girls direction which obviously got the message clear enough as they looked terrified. You luckily were all the more unaware as he remained close behind you as you collected your pictures.

The smile adorned your face would be that of the sun, it was bright and gorgeous he wanted to capture the moment himself.

They both then walked out of the hospital, finally as they make their way to his truck. As they drew near he steps ahead of you when they drew near opening your door for you. He then holds out his gloved hand for you to help get into the car, it was something he thought even if minor you seemed to appreciate it instead of trying to pull yourself in. With his strength he eased you into the passenger seat. Once he was sure you were safely seat he shut your door then walked around to the driver side.

When he got in. He noticed you had already put your seatbelt on and was looking at the ultrasound photos. He couldn’t help but smile. You seemed so happy just since the growing baby in your stomach and it made him smile to himself seeing you this way. As he put the key into his engine, your hand reached out onto his. For a moment he thought something was wrong as his eyes looked down at you. Then you spoke “I want you to have one.” You extend our in your hand one of the ultrasound pictures. They were small yet perfect. “That’s if you want it. I don’t know…maybe just something to hold onto to-” you pause, as he watches your face turn teary, you were getting emotional “Sorry, nevermind. Silly thought. I know you don’t wan-” he didn’t even realize he said something until he saw your eyes flutter up to meet his.

They looked so innocent and pure. Sometimes he couldn’t believe you used to be able to take men his size down in a heartbeat. But a part of him like seeing you this way. It made him want to protect you even more. Which is why, against Ghost’s better judgement. Simon said it. “No. I want it.” Simple words.

He could see you were wondering if he was being serious or not so to prove it, he reached out for the little printed picture that you let him take as he took a glance at it briefly before pulling out his wallet. “When I’m on the mission, plan to put it in my vest.” He mumbles lowly, he could see something drop in the corner of his eye.

When he looked it was a tear. And another. ‘Fuck…was it something I said ?’ but then he saw you smile…god you were really bringing out Simon more and more. He then reached his gloved hand tentatively, to your cheek. Once again his eyes watching for any withdrawal or dislike.

But he saw none, and you had already begun to reach to cup his cheek as well. For a moment he expected you to pull up his mask again but instead, you lean forward and press a kiss over his mask on his cheek. Right where his left cheek scar crosses over. It was almost as if you knew the story behind the scar, because in that moment, he felt his walls slowly crumble, and he pressed his forehead against yours.

It was the closest you two have ever been And honestly, he was grateful you weren’t pushing him. You knew his limit and respected. And this made him feel trusting in you. Because you trusted he’ll one day open up to you when he’s ready. Now he planned to when he returned from the mission…everything.

He doesn’t know what you two will be when he comes back. Or how you two will be having a child together but he knows more than anything he wants to put his trust in you.

That’s his next mission…

You and their unborn Thomas.

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[blackhairedjjun]

flowers of every color | 8. sweet peas

overall summary: when your father is assigned as the new head gardener to the royal family, you are also tasked with helping him maintain the castle's many gardens and extensive floral arrangements. by chance you find yourself crossing paths with the "ice-cold" crown prince, choi yeonjun... who turns out to be not as ice-cold as everyone says he is.

chapter summary: yeonjun's engagement starts to speed up. despite the end of your friendship with him, you somehow make amends with the other two princes.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: none? less angst than the previous 2 chapters but still some of it

author's notes included at the end!

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yeonjun hates how easy it is for him to act indifferent these days.

his tea has gone cold and queen hwayoung is blabbering away about some recent economic development in her kingdom, yet her words simply go in one ear and come out the other. her daughter, princess ajin, sits stiffly across him, the lemon tart on her plate barely touched. she’s hardly said a word all afternoon, offering only a few polite words when spoken to, and when she looks at yeonjun her face is a mask. these teatime sessions are supposed to be a way for him to get to know her, yet she remains as impenetrable as ever.

in response he offers little more than standard courtesy. if the princess is only interested in him as a political tool, then why even bother to open himself up to her?

“what do you think of the tarts, your majesty?” he says. “our kitchen makes fine pastries.”

“they’re delicious.” princess ajin’s voice doesn’t even change in tone.

queen hwayoung nods. “and what say you on the tea we brought? our farmers grow the finest tea leaves served in royal courts and noble houses all over. i like to think that whenever we serve our tea to distinguished guests such as yourself, you share in the privilege of being part of our heritage.”

“that’s... a lot of meaning to place on tea.”

the queen frowns. “it’s a meaning that brings us might. besides, it’s not any different from placing silly meanings in, say, flowers.”

yeonjun presses his lips together. he would argue that it isn’t silly, and in fact the meanings that placed on flowers have brought people together 一 he would know firsthand. but he thinks of you, of the vase sitting empty in his room for weeks, and of the striped carnations you ultimately filled it with as a final message, and he realizes that flowers are just as capable of separating people as they are of binding them.

“i guess you’re right, your majesty. and the tea is delicious.”

“and this was a good tea break,” princess ajin adds, as if reading from an invisible cue.

yeonjun nods. he glances at the half-eaten tart on his own plate and remembers the key lime pie he asked beomgyu to deliver to you. he realizes that he never found out if you liked it, or if it even reached you in the first place. tea with you was always more lively, even if you did nothing more than sit next to him, your side nestled against his, as you listen to him chatter about his day. an ache tugs at his heart at the memory.

perhaps those days with you were always meant to come to an end. they certainly would if he marries princess ajin, and they would too if he were married off to any other royal or aristocratic figure. perhaps you did him a small mercy by ending things quickly on your terms to save him from the heartache of being forced apart.

but even if it were a mercy, it certainly doesn’t feel like one.

queen hwayoung clears her throat and yeonjun is shaken out of his thoughts. “things are going smoothly, aren’t they? i haven’t heard any objections from you or my daughter, after all.” she is smiling but her eyes are narrowed. “i take this as a positive development. perhaps it is time to hasten preparations for a wedding?”

yeonjun’s eyes widen. he glances at princess ajin and her expression remains exactly the same.

“i don’t think being hasty is such a good idea, your majesty一”

the queen sighs. “i am not being too hasty, i believe. i am simply reading the signs of an advantageous marriage.” she glances down at her daughter. “don’t you think so, my dear?”

the princess nods and smiles. yeonjun can’t tell if it’s genuine or not.

“and your majesty, do remind me to place the rest of the house of choi on the guest list, yes? i hear that their delegates are leaving soon. i do not want them to miss out on a momentous occasion.”

一

while tending to the marigolds at the front entrance one day, you notice two carts parked to the side partially filled with suitcases. at first you don’t think much of it 一 guests come and go to the castle all the time 一 but when you pass them by on your way to the greenhouse, you notice that some of the suitcases in both carts are embossed with the house of choi insignia. your interest is piqued. when you walk up to the suitcases for a closer look, you see that the crests are not identical to the ones found around the castle; rather, they look like the alternate versions that soobin and beomgyu have on their coats.

ah, you realize. the members of the other branches are heading back home soon.

for the past few days you’ve felt numb, keeping to yourself and sticking to your daily tasks, but the sight of the crests causes a bit of sadness to hang over you. for the first time in weeks you think back on your time with the three princes. in your mind you still hear beomgyu’s raucuous laughter after scoring a point against soobin at football, or the light in soobin’s eyes as he rambles about his favorite adventure novels. you remember how kindly they treated you and how readily they welcomed you as one of their own friends.

you didn’t mean to push them away, but since they were always around yeonjun, the end of your friendship with him inadvertently meant the end of your friendship with them too. the guilt creeps at you as you head back to the greenhouse, your heart now heavy.

as the days pass, you see more and more signs of the other branches’ impending departure. you deliver some more herbs to the kitchen and spot the menu taped to one of the walls, recognizing some of the dishes as specialties from the central and eastern regions. you see more and more of the branches’ guest advisors roaming the hallways, idly chatting and laughing with court officials, catching up with old friends one last time. when you pass by the carriages again, you see even more luggage piled up.

you consider saying hello to soobin and beomgyu one last time and apologizing them for getting them into the mess that you made. you don’t want their last memories of you to be bittersweet, after all. yet when you imagine what the encounter might be like, you freeze; you don’t know if they will forgive you or accept your farewell. in the greenhouse you contemplate preparing two pots of sweet peas for them, flowers of goodbye to send them off and wish them well, and you get as far as setting aside two earthen pots and filling them with soil. but when the time comes to actually fill them with blooms, you hesitate.

despite your hesitation, you run into them anyway.

one afternoon, as you head back to the greenhouse, you pass by the open meadows and hear the familiar shouts of a badminton game in progress. you stop in your tracks to watch beomgyu pick up the shuttlecock and lob it at soobin, and for a while you smile to yourself as they hit it back and forth, back and forth, running and teasing each other the whole time. beomgyu tries his best to distract or startle soobin by making loud noises whenever the shuttlecock flies his way, yet soobin manages to keep his focus... until he misjudges his swing and the shuttlecock ends up bouncing off his nose.

you laugh at the sight and the game comes to a halt.

the shuttlecock is forgotten on the grass as both boys turn to you. soobin looks at you with narrowed eyes, as if watching a suspicious stranger instead of an old friend, and you want to crumple into yourself at his gaze. you remember the conversation you had with him: it’s been a really long time since yeonjun opened himself up to someone and it’s doing him good, so thanks for being there for him. 

you turn instead to beomgyu, whose gaze is more neutral but tinged with hesitation. still, the younger choi trudges through the meadow towards you, ignoring soobin’s look of scrutiny. he wrings his hands for a bit while saying nothing, but manages to pull himself together and look you in the eye.

“so, uh... we haven’t heard from you in a while,” he says.

again you feel like crumpling into yourself.

“yeah... i know.” you shift your weight from one foot to the other. “i’m really sor一”

“do you want to play with us?”

you blink. the last thing you expected was an invitation to join them, not after avoiding them and especially not after what you did to yeonjun. soobin seems to share your sentiment, his mouth agape as he shoots beomgyu a confused stare. but beomgyu glances back at him and nods, instantly communicating something; when soobin turns back to you, he looks a little less suspicious and gives you a nod too.

beomgyu turns to you again with a polite smile. “so, how about it?”

then it clicks in your head: this is a tentative truce. they want to test the waters with you, see if you can be trusted again, but first beomgyu needs everyone to calm down and put down their walls. when you realize this you stop shifting your weight as the energy in you changes. you’re being given a second chance, and you need to seize it.

“sure, i’ll join you,” you say.

you jog over to them and beomgyu hands you a spare racquet. soobin sits the game out 一 you can tell that he still feels uneasy about you, and you don’t blame him. you take your position as beomgyu picks up the shuttlecock and prepares to serve.

the game begins.

the first few points are short and uneventful, going back and forth between you and beomgyu without flair. but at 3-3, you somehow end up in a long rally — you try to smash, he nearly dives to send it back, you scramble to hit, he screams as he miraculously picks it up, you try to smash again, he screams even louder and lobs the shot, you send it back just in time, but it’s too high and he smashes it down on your side with an almighty yell.

“HAH! I’M WINNING!” he shouts as he waves his racquet above his head like a flag. you’re out of breath from the rally but you still find it in you to cheer.

even soobin is laughing and clapping. “you finally have a worthy opponent.”

“yeah! i never have long rallies with you, hyung!”

the rest of the game is just as exciting. you and beomgyu struggle for each point, chasing after the shuttlecock and screaming with each hit, and soobin gets on his feet to serve as referee. that turns out to be a good thing, because beomgyu starts to challenge all of your clean smashes as out of bounds just to mess with your head. but you don’t mind either way; you’re breathless and smiling and truly happy and it feels like old times all over again.

the two of you are in the middle of another long rally before beomgyu interrupts the point. “hyung! do you want to join us? yeonjun hyung!”

you turn around and see yeonjun for the first time since your argument. you’re far enough from him that you can see his whole posture and the way his shoulders are noticeably slumped. whatever lightness you felt starts to disappear as your chest tightens and the guilt floods back in.

but oh, something good still blooms in you at the sight of him.

he turns in your direction with an empty stare. “i can’t. i’m busy.”

with that, he marches off.

you open your mouth to call for him but all you do is choke back a sob. your racquet falls from your hand and, in a daze, you stare at the spot where yeonjun stood. you barely register beomgyu jogging over to you and talking.

“let’s stop the game for now, okay?”

you nod, not even moving to face him.

“i’ll go after hyung,” you hear soobin say as he starts to walk out of the meadow. he glances at beomgyu, then at you: “you really need to work things out.”

notes:

this chapter is a bit shorter than the previous ones, and actually this + chapter 9 were originally supposed to be one chapter. but since the second half was getting long i decided to make it into its own chapter instead.

at this point i've pretty much drafted the rest of the story, so the plan for the rest of the fic is this: there will be two more regular chapters, followed by the two alternate endings. since the story is ending soon i'm closing the taglist on wednesday, may 31, 12am utc+8. if you want to be added please send me an ask before then!

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[kymerawrites]

Maffia boss! x Simon Riley

I’m way to creative, needed a small break from sir Simon Riley as I have ALOTT of ideas

I was the daughter of one of the most rich and powerful people in underworld. Too bad I was a daughter and not the son yet my mother couldn’t conceive any children after me my dad was doomed with a woman taking over his business, and I was fucking great at it.

Because of me, his empire expended way beyond Cartagena, Colombia. I got our secret formula in the USA, England, Seychelles South France, Brazil, China, Australia, and many more countries. We also had a lot of allies in politics because of me and the CIA I was booming in this business, and the people I partnered with were all crushing on me, I was the baddest bitch alive right now and everyone knew that. I was on top of the game and I liked to stay that way until I started playing a dangerous game with SAS, agent and member of the task force 141 Simon Riley.

My head was all over money. I only talked in money. I only loved money, and I only wanted money. I was a material girl I love anything that was expensive you could see it on me. I was really expensive looking woman and it made me felt super powerful. But now that I am on top of the game there are always the jealous motherfuckers that want to take you down.

“Do we have any information about this woman price?” All the task force and even general Shepard was in the meeting.

“ this is one of the most dangerous woman on our list right now Shym Medusa. She has one of the biggest maffia leaders in Colombia and has a very secretive formula of drugs that no one can find out and it makes people go to war. We need to take her down as soon as possible because she’s also overruling us.”

 Simon looked at the information “there’s no picture of her..”

Soap also agreed “how do we find a woman if we cannot even see the woman?”

Price sighed “ we also found el sin Nombre who was faceless in their business. This will be easy.”

 Simon looked again at the information on the screen. He was kind of impressed a woman doing after that on her own, and have been one of the strongest leaders in the world right now he wanted to find out who she was, and of course take her down.

He didn’t realize that it might be so easy to take her down, but it was way harder to actually take her down. They infiltrated her in Columbia in a club where they went out as regular guests one of the bars she saw her sitting with a whole team of people that were seen as her ‘family’ were a few of the most skillful, murderers, snipers fighters, and even some agents. She had a strong army with the task force one for one even be powerful enough to take them down?

 I was sitting on my regular table. We had a bunch of cash on the table almost too much to even count. This was my club when I implement my money and my hour into something I own it just like one of the many clubs, banks, and other things that I have taken over until I saw someone with a school mask and a bacalava sitting on across in the club. he was muscular and mysterious something pulled me towards him. He looked deep in the eye. Those eyes spoke something that I couldn’t catch.

I excuse myself from the table and walk towards the bar where I ordered a martini. I lit up a sigaret and looked at the man again, he stared me in the eye

“i’ve never seen you in my club before who are you? are you here to make a deal maybe because I’m talking cash right now.”

 Simon was in shock. This woman was magnificent, beautiful, and she had an aura that said I am that woman. She look confident like she’s bragging about it.

“I’m here for you miss medusa, but I don’t know what my goals are yet, I just wanted to see such a stunning woman like you.” 

“You’re playing a dangerous game doing business with me sir, it’s for the players who really want to play.”

Ghost nodded “I’m aware sugar.”

She looked him in the eye, tilting her head to side something about the way… the way he said Sugar made her impressed something not everyone could do, everyone who approached her, wasn’t that good for her, but somehow she was from this mysterious skeleton mask man.

I sipped my martini “what is your proposal? Do you have any allies or affiliates I need to know about to consider doing business with you?” 

Simon instantly fell questions. How would he play this off? She was maybe one of the most stunning person he’s ever seen, he gave her the thrills no one else could in a woman, he dated a few but they were all so mediocre, he saw something in her that stood out.

“ if you join me tonight there’s no going back, from now you’re my partner and you cannot leave so I suggest you think really good about the choice you’re going to make next.”

this was a big sacrifice, but it was needed for his team. The only word he said “I’m down to do business.”

“Very well..what is your name?”

“Call me ghost.”

LMK IF YOU WANT A PART 2 bc I know I can write this GREAT

[welcometowhore-rrorville]

𝓢𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓼 𝓐𝓷𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓼

Featuring: Freddy Krueger, Jason Voorhees, Brahms Heelshire, Michael Myers, Bubba Sawyer, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair 

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: mentions of animal death (minor, in Michael’s part), slashers as animals being assholes, just general fun headcanons, no cat or dog because I always see them as cats and dogs and wanted to mix it up

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Freddy Krueger

Some sort of bird

Probably a Conure that lost his feathers in some sort of fire

Is an asshole

And is smart enough to mock you

Will wake you up by biting your nose

Always escapes his enclosure

Can no longer fly but will manage to get up on counters and on top of your fridge anyway

Has overgrown talons and will use them for violence

Do not bring any company over

Very rarely will calm down and nestle against your chest during movie nights

But then bite you and saunter off

Jason Voorhees

Reticulated Python

Has unique scale markings on his face that resemble a hockey mask

Is huge

And usually lurks in the corner of his massive enclosure under a hide

He’ll come out at night and explore the area, and eventually figures out away to escape and roam around at night

The first time he does this you have a heart attack

He’s a massive snake

And who knows where he’s at right now?

You fear for any rodents that might be lurking

But when you find him he’s slowly but surely slithering across the living room floor, tongue flicking in curiosity

He’s a gentle giant around you

Not a fan of house guests and will actively try to escape his enclosure to scare them off

Will tolerate being picked up by you for short stretches of time

Lucky for him picking up a massive snake is no easy task

He likes to make himself comfortable on your couch and slither on top of your head to rest himself there and stare at the tv

He’s never tried to strike at you and only accidently takes your breath away when he’s trying to adjust himself in your grasp

It’s not his fault his a big boy and also consists of 99% muscle

Brahms Heelshire

Mouse

Has a massive enclosure you put together so he has more than enough space to make himself at home

Doesn’t use his hide and instead climbs in between his hide and the cage wall and nestles himself there

Loves nestling into cramped spaces

Will make random piles of bedding and hide food within them

Only comes out when you’re not home for the first few weeks

Eventually comes out when you have a treat for him

It takes a while for him to become used to you enough for you to pick him up

He’s pretty big for a mouse

and really hairy, with lots of curls all over his furry body

Will wrap his tail around your wrist for balance

Likes to nestle against the back of your neck and the collar of your shirt

Will sit there for hours and watch as you do every day tasks

Just let him down for bathroom breaks

Like everyone else, doesn’t like strangers and will bite them or scratch them if able

Michael Myers

Rat

The most massive rodent you’ve ever seen

Will never stay in his enclosure

Ever

You never see him eat or drink or anything 

He just wanders your house and occasionally gnaws on things

Has massive front teeth and claws

Has various scratches and missing fur patches on his body

Never makes a noise

Will kill any rodent or insect crawling around your house

Just leaves the body there for you to find

Will very rarely lay in your bed, at the very edge, only half asleep

Doesn’t like being touched

Or caged

At this point he owns the place and you just pay rent

Will seriously injure house guests

And anybody who comes near the front door

Has bit you a few times

You still have scars

But you can’t figure out how to get rid of him so he stays

Bubba Sawyer 

Tiger Oscar Cichlid 

He is in a tank by himself after he cannibalized all of your other cichlids

He is massive

And even in the largest tank you could find he has some trouble turning around

Will eat anything and everything dropped into the tank

He’s got some missing scales, especially around his mouth and eyes

He’ll chase your finger if you put it against the glass and move it around

Has jumped out of the tank on multiple occasions even with the lid clipped shut

As soon as he sees his food he splashes out of the water and hits the top of the lid with a loud thump

When you scrub the algae off the tank he’s always right next to you, bumping your hand and arm

Weirdly enough, likes pets

Will keep bumping your arm until you run a hand down his side

You know it’s not good for a fish’s slime coat to do that

But it’s the only way to keep him calm long enough to scrub away the algae

You have to put him in your bathtub when it’s time to deep clean the tank

Refused to get in a bucket

You had to carry him--wet and slimy and flopping around in your arms

Any time you have company he always stares at them and occasionally bumps his head against the lid of the tank

People are mostly scared of the giant fish and don’t come over much

Bo Sinclair

Bearded Dragon

He will not quit head-bobbing at his own reflection in the glass

Very territorial

Has a very pretty scale pattern

Will bite you

Not hard

But you can tell he’s annoyed with you

He doesn’t like being in his tank much

Prefers to hang out on the kitchen counter and bask in the sunlight coming in through the window

It’s not like you can explain he needs the lights in his enclosure to get his vitamin D

Will also sit outside on the porch with you

Only eats worms

He will not bother to eat crickets when he knows you have food that doesn’t run around

You usually throw in a few crickets anyway

Also not a fan of salads 

You have to hand feed him each piece of leafy green or else he will not eat it

He’s spoiled

Will throw fits and knock over stuff in his enclosure until you let him have some outside time

Likes lounging on the couch with you

Also likes when you pet his head

Climbs in your shirt and stays there

Vincent Sinclair

Chameleon

Very big and gangly

Turns some really pretty colors when out in the open

Mainly stays up in the branches in his enclosure, blended into the greenery

You don’t see him often

Likes peace and quiet

Doesn’t like being held or touched

He rarely spends time on the ground of his enclosure, save for when he has to climb down to eat food

You leave the door to his enclosure open sometimes and he pokes his head out to look around before going back inside

He doesn’t do much besides mimic the colors in your room

After a while of having him you’ve managed to get him used to being held for short periods of time

Will nestle in your hair or behind your neck

Do not leave him in an open space with no hiding spots or he will freak

[mostbored69]

Hearts on an Envelope (Sylus x Reader x Xavier)

Sunday night. Monday tomorrow, sensically, and the all too dreaded workload that awaits the second you set foot into the office gnaws at the back of your mind. Sylus knows this all too well, and he especially got the hint from you groaning into the phone when he called earlier today, but it had no effect on his charms and schemes to get you to come over. Little bit of guilt, a tiny hunch about his indifference possibly causing some trouble for you at work, and it all came down to him still not caring enough. Because tonight, a much needed conversation is due.

You sigh as you hesitate in front of the big mansion he lavishly calls home. The sun had set on the way here, which gave it over to the moon now cascading down onto every nook and cranny. Had this been just the night before, its beauty is sure to be behold. There’s something about the N109 Zone that makes its light so much more annoying, but to give it the benefit of the doubt, Mephisto cawing in the near distance does add to making this scene as irritating as it is. The little crow rustles its metal wings. You sigh, once again.

“I’m coming, I’m coming. Goodness, Sylus, you impatient idiot,” you mumble at no-one but the little bird. It stops cawing the second you ring the doorbell, and soon enough those two henchmen welcome you inside. Wearing their masks, business as usual, it’s still easy to hear out Luke and Kieran’s smug grins when they speak. You don’t mind them, however, as they walk you to the big door at the end of the corridor. Maybe this impromptu rendezvous could be cut short if you choose your words wisely. Whatever there is to say on his part, it could’ve easily waited for a much better time anyway.

The two men wait for their master’s confirmation before opening the door, and in the big dining hall, sitting and sipping his wine at the head of the table without a care in the world, sits Sylus. He wears the button-down that’s always rubbing you the wrong way. The elegant black fabric is embroidered in red patterns, giving him a bloody look from all angles. Though he often gets blood on his clothes, you never quite figured out why he decided to preempt the inevitable stains for whatever sense this man has in fashion. He looks good, however. Business as usual.

“What is it? If you just wanted to have dinner with me, we could’ve done so last night.” You cross your arms while he motions for the men to close the door, leaving the two of you alone with only the unnecessary long dinner table as the only hurdle for your fingers around his throat.

“Grumpy on the phone and grumpy in person. There’s really no winning with you. Now sit down and be civilized, sweetie,” he coos before setting down the wine glass. It’s never been an easy task to make deals with Sylus, let alone get him to change his mind, so instead of pouting up a storm right where you stand, you decide to do so on one of the chairs to his side. Once sat, he gives a small grin. That stupid, stupid grin that makes your knees buckle. “An impatient idiot isn’t exactly what a good little guest should be spouting about the host, yet there you stood complaining instead of just coming in.”

“That little-“ Your eyes search for the nearest window, where Mephisto already caws in defense. “Yeah, right. How can such a tiny creature be this big of a snitch?” Sylus awaits your attention patiently with a smile, and although the table is full of extravagant dishes from all sorts of cuisines, his plate remains empty. Only the wine makes it to his lips.

“Good little guests also don’t start arguments with the birds. Unless you crave my lecturing, that is,” he taunts after snapping his fingers in a successful attempt to catch your eyes. In essence, how he’d treat a dog. “Very good. Now eat, sweetie, lest you want the food to get cold.” His hand gestures to the different dishes in a sweeping motion, but you hesitate nonetheless. Getting here took its time, and you indeed have not yet eaten dinner, but it would be worlds better for him to spit out whatever he has to say and grab a sandwich on the way back.

Although, the smell is too enticing. He watches keenly as your slender fingers move to fill your plate, almost relieved in a way now that your presence is guaranteed for at least a longer while. As the cutlery clinks, otherwise silence spreads throughout the room. Even Mephisto holds its tongue - if it was still present in the first place. The crow blends in well with the night, and only your reflection stares back when you look up to check.

“Could you tell me the matter please? I’m pretty exhausted, Sylus, the way back is no joke either.” When he fills your glass with wine, you follow his lead and sip on the deep red liquid. The rich flavor lingers on your tongue longer than expected. It’s no secret he chose a mature bottle to open tonight, or any night for that matter. A lavish man, and his lavish tastes.

“No need to worry. If you’re really that exhausted, spending the night here could be a great solution, no?” At his words, your head tilts to the side. The initial impression of his ‘joke’ is soon washed away when you realize he’s truly serious, but even if he had been teasing, it’s as good as impossible to not let it fluster you. A reaction he seems to hold dear by the smile slowly returning. “As for my agenda,” he continues, using his Evol to grab a brown envelope from the distant counter. It lands in his hands effortlessly, and your confusion only grows when his fingers begin unwrapping the string from the button. “Kitten, are you going around hunting bunnies?”

A cold shudder runs down your spine and forces goosebumps all over your skin when he gets up from his seat. His proximity is electrifying, almost threatening. Especially when he stops behind you, only the rustling of paper to be heard. Especially then, does your heart skip a beat.

“What do you mean, Sylus?” You put down the fork in your slightly trembling hand, but no way in hell are you able to muster up enough courage to turn around and face him. The skin of your neck feels dangerously exposed when the envelope grazes against it. Maybe he noticed, and maybe he cares, because his tender fingers soon find their way into your hair and undo your bun. He lets it cascade over your shoulders before brushing it out of your face. Closer yet, he moves, all to whisper in your ear.

“Darkness alone can’t hide you from my sight. I have eyes all over. All over you.” With that, he drops the envelope. The contents now revealed on top of it, pictures upon pictures all in a broken pile glance back at you together with the stone-cold recognition of last night. Memories from a personal time, a secret time. Memories that in no way should’ve been captured, from what looks like CCTV stalking the hallway. The grainy, black-and-white footage of your front door, and you, opening it with a wide smile. Welcoming Xavier.

The next picture is stomach-churning material of your kitchen window and the silhouettes behind the sheers. You seem to be close, that night. Would some call this a close friend, and is it something that needs explaining? The words are stuck in your throat, and you can’t bear looking through the pile after the sight of only two makes the blood rush to your face. Sylus is kind enough to spare a moment of silence, although his fingers don’t stop brushing through your hair in a touch that is just a little too tender. Dangerously tender - you can feel it in your stomach.

“What… what is this?” With a raw voice and reddened cheeks, you finally turn your head albeit slowly. His hands return to his side and he leans against the wall to cross his arms. A red flicker is seen in his eye, brighter in color than the imitative blood of the embroidery, and when that predatory smirk grows on his lips, all the implications of this confrontation wash over you in another ice-cold shudder. Your reaction is enough to admit guilt. He’s got you where he wanted you; pinned and at a loss for words.

“You wanted me to get to the point, and believe it or not, this is the point.” The two of you have known each other for not the longest amount of time, and although admittedly that time was filled with intimate moments that steal your sleep some nights, you’re not quite sure what he expects from this blatant presentation. The chair screeches when you get up, but doing so is the only way to get some distance between the pictures and yourself. “You’re not a stray kitten, are you now? Looking for a home and an owner still?”

“What exactly do you want me to say, Sylus?” Your fingers fidget by your side and it takes considerable effort to look him in the eye. He may be a dangerous man. Deadly, even, although you’re sure of his boundaries when it comes to you. However, when he pushes himself off the wall and leans into your face, you can’t help but shiver at the red glow.

“Did you have… fun?” He lets the word linger on his tongue to drag it out fully, while his tone reveals the bold amusement behind it. Unadulterated mischief gleams from his eyes as if he was enjoying every second of your unsure expression, and needless to say he’s fully aware of how uneasy the whole conversation has made you. Letting it affect his plans, however, is a different story.

You look off to the side. What is there to say? And how could you twist your answer to not further complicate things? Sylus values honesty, especially coming from you, as much as it’s clear that a half-assed lie not even good enough to fool Mephisto could make it past his vigilance. A straightforward answer to such a question would still not sit right with you, so averting your gaze is the best you can do. That is until his fingers grab your chin and force you to look at him. The grip is not tight, and if you didn’t know any different, it might’ve been gentle. That deceiving gentleness is easily exposed by the way his guise shifts to a darker look, and how his smile slowly fades the longer you’re forced to keep his stare.

“Kitten, no answer is an answer in itself. Now tell me how you played with that little bunny. Did you chase after it, have it for dinner?” Another silence follows. Any response at all would make your voice crack and dignity diminish into thin air. A full debacle without any way to start cutting losses; a full, proud win in his books. Distracted by this confrontation, you don’t notice how his free hand moves slowly. “Hm. I guess we might have to ask him ourselves then.”

The second he’s done talking, time speeds up for only you. He’s quick with it. You fail to even feel the phone being yanked from your back pocket, and it only dawns on you when he sits back down at the head of the table with it in hand. Spreading his legs comfortably and pursing his lips, he turns it on and begins scrolling. It takes a whole while for the shock factor to loosen its grip on your muscles, but even when you rush to his side, any efforts to try and yank it back would be in vain. “Sylus, stop. Please, I can explain if you really want to hear, but don’t drag him into this. He’s my friend.” Begging could work, since it’s him you’re dealing with. This time, though, he only raises an eyebrow at you.

“Friend? You’re getting quite imaginative, sweetie. Does a friend bend you over like that? If so, we’d be best friends long ago, and you wouldn’t scratch and meow like a dirty, dirty stray.” The way he uses the nickname he’s given you for downright degrading measures makes your stomach churn, reaching the limit when tears begin burning in your eyes. It’s not like you and Sylus have tied the knot, and the same thing can be said about Xavier, seeing as you’re yet to have a conversation with him that would justify such anger.

“This isn’t funny, Sylus. Don’t be childish and just tell me what you want me to do. If I hurt you, I can leave and you won’t have to see me again, but teasing me like this is unreasonable.” It becomes increasingly harder to hold back the tears and keep your composure, which is almost a mundane task when your voice reveals it all. He tilts his head. For sure now, how he’d treat a dog.

“Shh, there’s no need to cry. If you think that little bunny can hurt my feelings, you’ve surely forgotten what kind of man I am. Now come here, my dear, it’s just a normal conversation.” Whiplash doesn’t begin to describe his continued changes in tone, how his voice melodically promises a false comfort, and it causes his now outstretched hand to be subject to your scrutiny. He notices your reluctance instantly. No matter his growing desire to just grab and tame without waiting for approval, it’s clear now that such methods don’t work when he’s trying to get you to speak. So instead, he waits until you finally relent and take his hand, letting him guide you onto his lap. Before he continues, he puts your phone on the table. “There you go, what a good girl you can be. Is it really that unreasonable to ask about your day? I just want to know who you played with, kitten.”

The goosebumps from earlier return when he nuzzles your neck and takes a deep breath, but it’s nowhere enough for your body to relax in his arms. His free hand positions your legs and drapes them over his own before letting his fingers inspect the exposed skin - the act alone makes you curse such hot weather for having settled on wearing shorts. You wipe your eyes. Tired, confused and anxious, once was not enough to dry them.

“X-Xavier…” Your answer is lured out by a simple peck on the cheek, as naive as you are. He’s stopped in his tracks for only a second. After the second is over, his caress continues like his body had not heard your response, whereas his mind surely took it in. The featherlight touches of his fingers on your legs travel ever so slightly upward when it is now your turn to hide in the crook of his neck. Stupid, maybe, but what else could you possibly do with this tenderness but to fall just a little deeper into his arms, accepting whatever deception he so kindly offers?

”Xavier, huh? Then tell me, what did you and Xavier do?” A voice this soft couldn’t possibly have another ace up the sleeve, at least you can tell yourself that much. Maybe just a couple more answers and he’d let you calm down in his arms silently. “Did he play with you nicely, yeah?”

”Yes… we shared some snacks and he’s very… gentle.” His chest rumbles when he chuckles at your demeanor and words, but you don’t pay it much attention. Already humiliated enough, it is now none of your concern.

”Not the word I would expect you to use, but sure, let's go with gentle.” While not far from the truth, Xavier does tend to lose himself in the heat of the moment - by that you mean he could occasionally get rough with his pace and intensity, which happens more often than not - but that is not exactly something you’re thrilled about sharing with Sylus. Either way, by the sound of it alone, he probably knows this tidbit already. Grabbing your chin to pull you out of hiding, all he does is smile.

”He is, very,” is all you manage to whisper. His voice is sweeter than even Sylus’ now, and his words make you wish to never be without his embrace. Those soft blue eyes speak to you the most, especially when his eyebrows are furrowed and sweaty and he can’t stop moving his hips. The desperate sounds that fall from his lips without a thought present, harmonizing with the sound of skin slapping against skin that he himself cannot control. But no matter how sweet, maybe, just maybe, you lie awake dreaming of the moments he grips your hair for harder thrusts, or bites your shoulder to deal with the sensation, or when he grabs onto your ass tight enough to leave a mark, simply because his own strength has slipped from his mind together with all decency. Together with his sweetness.

Sylus moves closer to your face, successfully stealing back your momentarily divided attention. He’s not a big fan of you being distracted when he alone is what you should focus on right now, although he can’t help but find that little absent-minded look on your face, that makes him wonder what depravity you’re thinking about, endearing. That’s no issue, however, because soon, he’ll make you forget even your own name.

”Hm… why do I fail to believe you, darling? Well, tell me then, how gentle was he exactly? Like so?”

Full version on AO3 (linked). Please enjoy, have a good day and stay safe!

[devildom-moss]

I was sitting in a car with my friend today and i showed her a picture of Barbatos amd called him Barbie. She reacted by asking if he wore a pink dress or something along the lines of that (its already starting to slip from my mind) and i remembered your requests are open,

So.

May i request Barbie meeting Barbie and Barbie making Barbie dress up as Barbie?

Thanks.

Not me suppressing a laugh at that username. That's great. I got you, and I hope you like this. Thank you for the request! And please don't think too hard about how I threw Barbie into the Devildom.

Barbatos Meeting Barbie

(SFW) (hints of Barbatos x gn!MC) (mild Solomon slander)

Word Count: +1,700

“My Lord,” Barbatos interrupted Diavolo’s attempt to work, “we seem to have an issue at hand.”

Diavolo couldn’t even be bothered to mask his delight at the distraction. “An issue?”

“Potentially. It’s easier to show you. Please come with me to the foyer to greet our unwelcomed guest.”

Diavolo followed close on Barbatos’s heels with growing anticipation. A guest might be nice – even if they weren’t invited. Anything short of an assassination attempt would be a welcomed reprieve.

When they returned to the foyer, Barbie was standing with her arms crossed in the middle of the room. Barbatos had preemptively stuck her feet – in her six-inch, bright pink heels – to the floor with magic. With all her bright clothing, Barbatos figured it was better to assume she was some sort of threat – perhaps poisonous. Barbie’s annoyance was growing.

“That’s a lot of pink, ma’am,” Diavolo remarked. He assessed her from afar. She didn’t seem to pose any magical threat to him. Something about her style reminded him vaguely of Asmo – a bold, feminine energy, and maybe something else that he couldn’t place.

“Can one of you help me? My name is Barbie.”

“Oh, that’s a lot like your name,” Diavolo whispered to Barbatos with a grin.

“As I tried to explain before I was rudely trapped,” she continued, “Solomon sent me here to give his friend, also named Barbie, a makeover.”

Diavolo couldn’t contain his laughter. She must be under the impression that Barbatos was also named “Barbie.” His shoulders shook. Annoyed, Barbatos flicked the back of Diavolo’s calf with his tail, which only amused Diavolo further. However, the glare from Barbatos’s eyes that undermined the gentle smile on his face terrified Diavolo. He stilled himself and responded to a very confused Barbie. “Pardon me. I didn’t expect that to be your reason for coming.”

“I tried to tell that one earlier.” She motioned towards Barbatos.

“My apologies,” he spoke more towards Diavolo than he did to the woman he trapped, “but when the name ‘Solomon’ left her lips, I stopped listening.”

“Understood,” Diavolo and Barbie responded at the same time, shocking everyone in the room.

Barbatos, determined to expedite the end of this interaction, pulled out his D.D.D. and called the source of his annoyance. Every ring deepened his anger.

Three depths later, Solomon picked up. “Hey, Barbatos. Did my friend arrive at the castle yet?”

“So, you did send her?” Barbatos sighed.

“Of course. Didn’t she say as much?”

“Why?”

“To give you a makeover.” Barbatos waited for Solomon’s explanation to continue, but it didn’t. Solomon was playing dumb, and Barbatos knew that.

“Can I decline?”

“You could, but she can’t leave until she completes her task. It was part of my deal.”

“You are pestilence, and it’s spreading.” Barbatos held a low growl back in his throat.

“If you’re angry, blame MC for bringing it up. They were watching the new Barbie movie trailer with me, and they told me they thought you would probably look pretty in a Barbie princess outfit. I was just trying to make their dream come true.”

Damn it. Barbatos softened at the mere mention of MC’s name. He sighed. “Fine.”

Barbatos immediately hung up and released the seal on Barbie. She stumbled slightly before steadying herself and fixing her skirt.

“Very well. It seems a certain silver-haired pest has forced a makeover upon me for the sake of MC.”

Diavolo mouthed “oh” and tried to stifle his smile. Barbie deduced that the demon who initially greeted her at the door was the person she was tasked with styling. With any luck, their unfortunate first impressions wouldn’t make her task too awkward. Of course he was suspicious; Solomon hadn’t mentioned her arrival – and this “Barbie” didn’t seem too fond of Solomon, either. She couldn’t really be mad at him for that. If she could just charm him out of his bad mood, things might go well.

“Should we get started, Barbie?” She asked him, tightly gripping her make-up chest by the handle. “I just need a free room with a closet and a mirror.”

Still too annoyed to bother correcting her about his name, Barbatos turned on his heels. “Follow me.”

Barbie rushed to catch up to him. He led her to the first available bedroom in silence. As they walked away, Little D. no. 2 walked down the stairs, still staring at the stranger Mr. Barbatos was escorting through the castle. He rushed to Diavolo, who was grinning and chuckling to himself.

“Who’s the blonde?” Little D. no. 2 asked.

“Barbie,” Diavolo replied with a shrug. He really should get back to his paperwork – after he finds his polaroid camera. He needed to get pictures once his butler was all dolled up.

“Will this do?” Barbatos asked, holding the door open for Barbie. She looked around and nodded with a smile. Barbatos closed the door behind him. “Good, let’s get this over with.”

“You’re not the only one who’s annoyed,” Barbie rolled her eyes and set her make-up chest on the vanity table. “I didn’t expect to be taken from my world today, but if it’s a favor for that idiot sorcerer, it’s not like I have much of a choice. Can’t we at least try to enjoy this and have fun?”

Their mutual annoyance with Solomon amused Barbatos. It made him like Barbie – at least a bit. Sure, this wasn’t how he wanted to spend the day, but if it was something MC wanted to see, he could at least try to enjoy himself.

“We can try.” Barbatos gave her his first genuine smile, and she could tell.

Barbie clapped her hands twice and rushed to the closet, eager to get started in earnest. She hadn’t styled a demon in a long time. It was exciting. With one more glance at Barbatos to assess what she was working with, Barbie began to pull a variety of clothes out from the closet – clothes that Barbatos was certain were not there before. She must possess some sort of magic – magic that Asmo would love to learn.

A short royal blue A-line dress with a Peter Pan collar, a slightly longer pastel pink dress, and a bright neon pink pantsuit were laid out on the bed.

“The hot pink one hurts my eyes,” Barbatos complained.

“Alright.” Barbie tossed the pantsuit back in the closet. Barbatos figured it must work a bit like one of his portals. “Okay, try these two on.”

Barbie gave Barbatos privacy while he changed into the royal blue dress. When he finished, she looked at him. He was pretty, but he looked uncomfortable as he smoothed down the sides of his dress. Barbie left the room while he changed into the pink dress.

“What about this one?” She asked him with a bright smile when she saw him. He looked just as lovely, but he was visibly more comfortable.

“It’s fine. What do you think?”

“You’re as pretty as a petal, Barbie. We just need to pull the outfit together.”

Barbie pulled out a matching pink bat collar and tied it around Barbatos’s neck. She took his gold chain collar pin from his demon outfit and pinned it to the pink collar. Additionally, Barbie handed him matching pink cuffs and Barbatos’s usual gloves along with white stockings and gothic pink Mary Jane platforms with gold heart rings and leather bat wings to change into. When Barbatos was fully changed, Barbie was pleased with herself.

“I haven’t seen a demon look this cute in my life,” she admitted.

“If you meet one named Asmodeus, don’t tell him that.” Barbatos informed her.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she laughed and patted the chair in front of the vanity. “Sit down. I’m going to do your hair and make-up.”

Barbatos sat down for her and obeyed her instructions politely as she worked. It had been a long time since he was last dolled up like this. Part of him was worried he would hate this. He didn’t.

They complained chatted about Solomon. Barbie had nearly finished when Barbatos summoned the courage to ask, “do you think MC will actually like how I look?”

“I’m sure this person you like is very sweet, and I don’t mean this in a mean way, but who cares what they think? I’m supposed to dress you up like me – and I think we found an outfit that suits you. The most important thing is that you like how you look. No one else’s opinion matters if you feel confident. But for the record, from one Barbie to another, you look very pretty. Want to see for yourself?” Barbie pushed Barbatos towards the full-length mirror, playfully twirling him as she did. Barbatos smoothed down his skirt and stared at his reflection.

“Oh. I do look rather cute.” He laughed to himself. “I haven’t worn this much pink in centuries, but I don’t mind it.”

“Then my work here is done.” Barbie smiled and brushed her hands together. While Barbatos was examining himself in the mirror, Barbie headed for the door.

“Wait,” Barbatos stopped her, “can’t we send you off with anything? Some quality tea perhaps? Have you tried Demonus before?”

“Oh, no. That’s not necessary. I quite enjoyed the experience,” she held up her finger to signify the qualifier: “well, once you released my feet from the floor, at least.”

“My apologies for that. I suppose it wasn’t a warm welcome.” Barbie held the door open for Barbatos as she left the room. From there, he led the way back to the entrance.

“So, are you going to meet with that special person of yours after this?” Barbie asked.

“I think I just might. Thank you for all of this.”

“No problem. Just, please tell Solomon to give me more of a warning before he does something like this again.”

“I can try, but Solomon isn’t keen on listening to others. Well, I suppose this is goodbye Barbie.”

“Bye Barbie.”

“Actually, I tend to go by Barbatos here.”

“Then bye, Barbatos.” Barbie waved as she left.

Now, all he had to do was find MC. He was filled with an unusual giddiness. I hope they’ll think I’m cute, too.

[mako-neexu]

[wip tag game] I am crawling into your askbox to see what happens when I poke the button labeled "obeguda fairy ball" with a stick (and maybe also the other obeguda button)

hello! thank you for the asks! as of now, i havent gotten to the part where oberon is in it yet but it is basically the fic in which i put ritsuka in a "bridal" gown i like and sending her to a dangerous mission that would also give me jealous/possessive oberon haha

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Ritsuka smiles and curtsies just slightly as she and the elf she had talked to had finished their conversation.

As she moves along the crowd, she makes sure her mask was in place, her small faux fairy wings avoiding the crowds, taking care not to step on her white backless mermaid dress...a mystic code Miss Crane and Da Vinci had worked on for a little more than a month.

Ritsuka knew that they loved to add intricate designs such as the very faint stardust that gleamed just enough for a person to see as well as the embroidery but was the sweetheart neckline necessary? And these arm-length satin gloves seemed just for show as well.

She could only hope Da Vinci was telling the truth that she wouldn't get a scratch despite wearing the dress and gloves as well as a pair of matching thigh-high stockings… At least the golden flower hair ornament that was embedded in her bun wasn’t distracting. Besides, she would be lying if she said that she didn’t like the temporary change in her hairstyle.

At least the spells she included in it was enough for both offense and defense battles.

That didn't mean she wouldn't be able to run around with ease considering the heels they had her wear...and if it comes down to it, she’s prepared to tear a slit into her dress to run for her life.

Still, the important thing for the night is to lead one of the leaders of the ongoing war into a secluded area and have him get incapacitated by Oberon, who was watching the ball unfold below from the large rounded stained glass window high above them.

Though some of the security measures outside were now disabled thanks to Mash and Medusa, it was up to her to execute the final stages of the plan.

"Did you hear? The human bride he's going to choose tonight will be a special one!" Said one of the fairies, their excitement as apparent as day.

Ritsuka thanks the waiter after taking a drink that was offered, slowly walking past the fairies that gossiped.

"Naturally, as its a full moon, he would want one of those things again and turn it into a puppet for destruction. Y'know how he planned to turn the tides of war to his favor, right?"

She observes the couples that were on the dance floor, gracefully gliding across the room as they followed the music.

This step of the plan was the hardest.

Finding the leader should be an easy task considering his status and aura. But he was said to be a shapeshifter that liked to mingle among the crowd to personally pick his targets.

So on top of acting as one of the fairies invited to this occassion, she was supposed to discern which ordinary looking fairy he was before he revealed himself and announced who his bride was for tonight.

Because if he did, the final cycle of the war would be complete, eradicating the humans of the lostbelt regardless whether they were outsider or not.

She has to act fast and try her best to safeguard the girls that were likely candidates for him tonight. Though they were treated normally like the other guests, she'd like to save them too as she saw their ashen faces forced to smile amongst the crowd.

[helipackjack]

In honor of autism acceptance week, let's go over some canonically shown signs of Jack being autistic.

Special interest- robotics. He also has bursts of shorter term hyperfixations, such as his movie. He also fixates on Chase Young like a celebrity special interest.

Certain tasks considered complicated by many are easy for him, yet some tasks most others do with ease are hard for him. His way of thinking and logic deviates from the standard too.

He has trouble talking to people and expressing himself. He often fumbles over his words and has things come out the opposite of what he was trying to say. This often earns him a scolding or weird look.

Jack is canonically implied to practice his facial expressions and lines, almost like he has to manually do his expressions and perform for others, though rather than masking, he just puts on his evil persona. He also has stress induced facial tics

His monologing. He does this often, speaking to himself. It's a result of his loneliness, but I think this would have happened either way, just at a lesser scale.

He treats objects like they have feelings. Heck, he gave them feelings.

This is extrapolating a bit, but how easily he gets riled up, to the point of even having certain words set him off without fail. When Ashley says his parents and the party guests were calling him a weirdo, he has a violent reaction, shouting "What's so weird about me!?" I believe it's a result of repressed emotions regarding his earlier childhood, before he turned evil. Even if it was never said, he was definitely severely bullied at school, in part due to his autism, and he was called weird for just being himself and exhibiting autism symptoms, exhibiting behavior that to him, is normal and natural, just trying to go through life and maybe make friends. This being attacked just for existing caused being called weird to be sensitive topic to him, and convinced him that he'll never be good enough no matter how hard he tries to be good, so he turned to evil.

Now to more lighthearted stuff

Yippee!

The little small sounds he makes sometimes just because. Just his vocal stims in general.

This.

Season 3 made a brainless joke of him but this scene was so good. He was stimming here. Stimming for the sake of it cause it makes him happy. I relate to this so much.

The scene where Jack had the monkey staff for the first time and jumped around his lab, we all wanted to do that, bounce off the walls.

He loves charts and spreadsheets, to the point he went to update it first thing after seeing Mala Mala Jong.

Him sitting like this

And last, the pangolin collection

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 4/5

Book Blurb:

The forest is more dangerous than ever in this highly-anticipated, pulse-pounding, and swoon-worthy conclusion to the bestselling Luminaries trilogy.

Winnie Wednesday’s future is looking bright. Hemlock Falls is no longer hunting the werewolf, she and Erica Thursday are tentative friends, and Winnie finally knows exactly where she stands with Jay Friday.

With everything finally on track, Winnie is looking forward to the Nightmare Masquerade, a week-long celebration of all things Luminary. But as Luminaries from across the world flock to the small town, uninvited guests also arrive. Winnie is confronted by a masked Diana and charged with an impossible task—one that threatens everything and everyone Winnie loves.

As Winnie fights to stop new enemies before time runs out, old mysteries won't stop intruding. Her missing father is somehow entangled with her search for hidden witches, and as Winnie digs deeper into the long-standing war between the Luminaries and the Dianas, she discovers rifts within her own family she never could have imagined.

What does loyalty mean when family and enemies look the same?

Review:

The third book in the series, picking up where the previous books left off with Winnie finally getting together wither her childhood friend only to find out that he in fact does turn into a werewolf and that the town might be hunting him, all the while Winnie must find a way to solve all her father's clues and find out what he's been trying to tell her. Winnie is finally a Luminary... but that means she hunts Nightmares.... and her new boyfriend just happens to be the very Nightmare that the town is hunting. Winnie also happens to be cursed and can't tell anyone, things are not looking up for her but with the help of her new friends and old ones, maybe she'll finally be able to break the curse on herself and finally discover her father's secrets. This was a really fun read that wraps up the series well while also leaving room for potential other books to follow . I did love the relationship between Winnie and Jay the best in this one as they finally are on the same page with their feelings and are working together. The story has a nice pace to it and the mystery unravels in a good pace. I like the world that Susan has created and enjoyed the various characters and the different houses. I would absolutely read the next book if Susan were to write another one! This is a series I would definitely recommend for fantasy/paranormal romance lovers who like a small town mystery and adventure with a dash of romance!

Release Date: November 19,2024

Publication/Blog: Ash and Books (ash-and-books.tumblr.com)

*Thanks Netgalley and Tor Publishing Group | Tor Teen for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[random-mailbox]

Random-Mailbox's Favorite Sailor Moon Fics - Week 25 - Soulmate AU

The Soulmate Trope is the last of our posts for the month of February! This one is dedicated to  @sinjazz , whose idea it was to add it to the options in the Tophat. When I had mentioned that I was working on this, my husband’s reaction was “isn’t entire Sailor Moon premise all about those two being soulmates?!” - he is not wrong, but it is fun to explore concepts of marks, dreams, and other ways to figure out you are meant for each other 🙂

As always, my apologies in advance for spoiling some of these for you (Fic Titles are linked to either FFN or AO3 entries).

Finding Love: Chapter 66: My Moon Bunny - @wildriverinthesky

This one shot in the collection of stories is all about the mark. Only one half of the pair has it and it changes to being in colour from grayscale once you meet your soulmate. Mamoru has one of those and now knows that Usagi might just be his and now has the task of convincing her to believe him.

Finding Love: Chapter 30: Sexy Cop - @wildriverinthesky

Our second entry from @wildriverinthesky for this week! In this one, Usagi witnesses a horrific motorcycle crash on a way to a Halloween party, only to notice that the person in front of her is the one she has been dreaming of for most of her life. 

Junction - @syrenbattou

Dr Chiba has been called in with many others to help victims of a crash, and while doing round with Ami gets entranced by one of the newly admitted patients (he does NOT break any doctor- patient rules, just so we are clear ;) )

Swirling Colors - @lucicelo

Usagi and Mamoru both saw colours in their dreams, which is very unusual in this AU. One day they bump into each other at Crown, setting off a series of conversations and realizations. 

Haru no Kousekiinai Arimasu - Lina_Natsudori (Jennifer Ellison)

Sailor Moon and Tuxedo mask have a connection that lets the other understand what they might be feeling, something Sailor Venus and Sailor Mars are trying their best to nip at the bud. This multichapter is re-telling of the first arc but with a stronger leaning towards soulmates trope. 

Tokens of Affection: Chapter 10: 1st U_M anniversary: Soul Mates - Lina_Natsudori (Jennifer Ellison)

Our second entry from this author for this week - this one is a fun exchange between Usagi and Mamoru about their knowledge of mythology, with Usagi explaining origins of the term Soulmates to him in a more simplified terms than his textbook

The Space Between: Chapter 19: Destiny  - @uglygreenjacket

I think this one-shot in the collection has one of my favorite lines when it comes to Usagi and Mamoru - “It was a flirtation, you and me. You and Usagi are…" she trailed off, trying to find the right word, "...destiny." In this one shot, Rei and Mamoru discuss what their dating actually meant to both of them.

In a rare change up, we actually have a guest suggestion this week from @iwrestledavongonce:

Self-disclosed Discovery - @hikamaus

In this PGSM!AU Reinako-centered fic, a secluded and externally brusque seeming Rei suddenly gets a message on her skin from her secret soulmate, who seems to know more about her and what she is capable of than Rei could have ever imagined. Will she find out who her soulmate is? And maybe even change her ways and not only find love but also friendship along the way?

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With this being the last post for February, here is our schedule for March:

March 6 - Amnesia Fics

March 13 - St Patrick’s Day

March 20 - Fix-it Fics

March 27 - Mugs Prompt

Here are the links to the previous Tumblr posts in these series to explore more amazing works based on different themes - make sure to check them out if you haven't had a chance! (Click on title name to go to the post) - I will keep updating the list every week as new posts come up:

Week 1 - Groundhog Day

Week 2 - Established Relationships

Week 3 - Sex Positivity

Week 4 - Unfinished Stories

Week 5 - Darker Stories

Week 6 - Potions 🧪

Week 7 - Reveals

Week 8 - 👻Halloween🎃

Week 9 - Wrong Perceptions

Week 10 - Non-Senshi AU

Week 11 - In-Progress Fics

Week 12 - Mutual Pining

Week 13 - Enemies to Lovers

Week 14 - Slow Burn

Week 15 - Christmas Part 1 - Ugly Christmas Sweaters and Santa!

Week 16 - Christmas Part 2

Week 17 - New Years

Week 18 - High School AU

Week 19 - Slice of Life

Week 20 - Coffee shop AU

Week 21 - Huddle for Warmth

Week 22 - Friends to Lovers

Week 23 - Valentines Day

Week 24 - Do a Grouch a Favour Day (or Cheer Up Fics)

[cosmic-frost-main]

Prison Inmate: Rebellious Angel [18+]

Summary:

Betty goes for her usual prison patrol and it doesn't end good

AO3 Version: [HERE]

Prison inmate: Rebellious Alice Angel

A label Wilson had given to the second Alice in the ink realm, he had already caught the first one but was shocked to find that there was another yet also different Alice. This one having no memories of what would be her past life unlike many others here, she only knows that she's called Alice.

Other than that, Wilson was just glad to have finally caught the one continuously trying to ruin his work and in his own words, rightfully lock her up.

He knew of her tricks and skills so he had both her wrist and ankles chained, her singing would somehow attract unwanted guest so he made sure to muzzle her.

The rules were simple like for the others; Check up on the prisoners and make sure they haven't escaped and or have died.

Very simple rules that Betty has no issue with considering the people in the cells don't seem all that hostile towards her, except maybe that one disfigured angel but that's just normal for her.

Finishing up her task by visiting the last prisoner, the second Alice, the maiden opened up the shutters to communicate with her. Betty didn't mind this one at all and rather found her quite nice to chat with, granted the muzzle makes it difficult for the angel but the hand gestures give clear enough responses.

"Just doing the usual check up, Miss." Betty spoke through the microphone getting the woman's attention, she appeared more tired than she normally would be and could only do a gentle nod which worried Betty a bit. 

"Did you have trouble sleeping again, dear? If so I can fix you up something that'll help." The maiden said before noticing her trying to scratch under the muzzle, "Oh dear, the mask is giving you a hard time again." 

Betty stood there contemplating whether she should do what she was instructed to do and get the Keepers for help or just go in there herself despite Wilson's warnings, she knew that she should listen to Wilson but she also can't see the problem of just doing it herself considering how non hostile the inmate was towards her. 

Giving the angel one more glance and seeing that she had managed to get a cut under her chin, she bit the bullet and went into the cell by herself. 

Keys in hand she walked over to the chained angel and hesitantly hovered the key near the padlock that held her muzzle in place, said angel looked up at her with a look she couldn't pin point the emotion of as she slowly turned the key until a click echoed. 

After having removed the device the angel moved her jaw allowing it to crack out any discomfort before finally being able to scratch her nose. "Thank you" Her warm voice startled the masked woman at first but quickly got use to it, no wonder her voice drew others close. 

"Oh it's no biggie, if it was up to me the muzzle would stay off." Betty sighed softly while the other slightly smirked. "But I best put it back on you before Wilson pitches a fit." She went to grab the muzzle but was stopped by the woman's hands holding her wrist. 

"Before you do that!" She exclaimed, a soft smile on her face caused Betty's stomach to flutter. "I want to give you a proper thanks."

Before she could respond, Betty found herself pulled on top of the woman's lap and gasped when she trailed her tongue to the maiden's chest to her neck in slow harsh kisses. Goosebumps rising as the angel moved her hands to the maiden's back near her rear and smirked upon hearing an audible yet muffled moan.

Betty knew she should be putting up a fight but the way her heart beat along with the heat her body formed a high she needed to satisfy. Her face flushed hot after the other pulled her dress up and buried her face into her shoulder as she pressed her fingers into her, Betty failed to stifle a moan when the woman found her inner sweet spot and rubbed, she also failed to hold her hips in place as she moved them side to side and giving more room for the angel to go deeper.

"Oh goodness~." A breathy moan left the maid's vocals before placing a hand on the side of her face, "Mo-More rougher, right the-THERE~!" Betty's back arched suddenly as the angel gave her clit a gentle tug. 

"Good girl, now I'm going to lower you to the floor." She whispered to the maiden who couldn't help but tremble weakly before allowing the angel to lay her down on the ground, the chains echoing when hitting the ground. 

No time was wasted as the woman tugged Betty's dress over her stomach and lowered her head to the maid's sex. The sensation of the angel's tongue against her slick folds was almost enough to send her to the edge, her back arching gradually but held in place. 

"Mpfh~!" Betty moaned into her palm while using the other to hold onto the woman's hair, "Keep going~" 

She jerked her head back upon fingers entering her in thrusting motions rubbing her sweet spot, her hips moving on their own as she desperately grinded her clit into the angel's damp palm who couldn't help but chuckle. 

"Are you close?" The angel hummed as her lips were suddenly hovering over her neck before harshly kissing it, Betty could only reply with a pathetic moan as both her hands shakily gripped onto the hem of her dress, giving and wanting her to explore more despite how close she felt she was to climax. 

!Cla-Click!

"Huh?" Betty breathlessly jolted in confusion before looking down at her hands, both her wrist now chained together with the same restraints used to restrain the angel. 

As a matter of fact... Looking over at the now unshackled woman who softly smirked at her, Betty noticed the ring of keys dangling around her index finger in a playful manner. 

"Huh??" Betty watched in shock as she stood up off of her and stepped passed her towards the door.

"While that was fun, I better get going so my partner doesn't get even more worried." The angel said with a chipper voice while leaning back and giving the masked maid a friendly wave. "Thanks for letting me go~!"

All the woman could do was watch as the woman walked out of the room and closed the door behind her, leaving her to be the new prisoner of the cell.

...

Betty covered her face in utter embarrassment at what she had unknowingly allowed to happen.

"Ohhh no, Wilson's going to be so mad..."

---

Laid back against the plush bed, Allison looked up visibly flustered.

"You know, I'm very glad Audrey officially introduced us." Betty hummed happily as she finished tying Allison's wrist to the bed frame with a soft fabric. "But I'm more glad that I get to have more alone time with you."

She sat back onto her lap and caressed her hands against Allison's neck down to the strap on she attached to her hips. "Worry not, Allison." Betty suddenly leaned her head up close to the angel startling her slightly, "I promise not to use any muzzles on you, if you behave well that is~."

Allison finally spoke up with a sheepish smile as the maid positioned herself above the dildo, "Don't you think the restraints are a bit too much?" She held back a groan upon Betty moaning while lowering herself.

"Oh I don't know~" Betty breathed out a chuckle as she reached the base, "Wasn't tricking me into letting you free through such adultery tactics a bit too much?" Her fingers ran up under her shirt.

"That's..." Allison averted her shameful gaze, "That's fair."

"Exactly" The masked woman giggled as she resumed her hip movements that gradually increased in a steady speed. The faint squelch between her legs as the dildo messaged her flesh getting more and more audible to Allison's ears, it was driving her crazy enough she tugged harshly at the restraints but failing to tear them, Betty being greatly amused by it.

Slowly lifting her dress above her stomach giving the struggling angel a little view to enjoy who could only respond with a desperate grunt, her mouth left hung open as she panted.

Dropping the hem of her dress after a sudden jolt, Betty rested her hands against Allison's shoulders in a frantic grip while her waist sluggishly increased in speed.

"Hey!" Allison stammered out in worry, "Slow down, you might hurt yourself if you move like that!"

"Oh how-" Betty moan deeply, "How thoughtful of you to worry~" She slid her hands above Allison's head as she continued moaning and groaning.

"Ah~!" The maiden halted her movements as her orgasm overflowed her body in a pulsating wave, her arms instinctively wrapping around Allison's head muffling her shocked gasp with her breast.

After riding out her climax and letting her body settle down, Betty groaned quietly as she gradually let go of the other and allowing her to breathe.

"Oh my, finally~." Betty slowly lifted herself up off the dildo with a satisfied whimper and giggled.

"Ar-Are you happy now?" Allison forced a smirk trying to hide how horny she still was. "Happy enough to untie me?"

A laugh escaped the masked woman, "Like I'll let you go that easily." She got off the disgruntled woman and made her way to her drawer. "I still have many wonderful things to do with you~."

"Wonderful things?" Allison nervously questioned as she tugged the restraints, "What are these things you speak of?"

Excitedly the maiden turned around to reveal another yet different strap on, the dildo instead of being the regular penile shape was a wiggling orange tentacle dripping out a liquid of the same colour. The sight of it caused Allison to crossed her legs.

"This one was heavily inspired by the Keepers, though more smaller than their actual size." Betty explained to Allison's shock, "Took sometime to get it right, but I know it work perfectly~!"

The angel watched wide eyed as Betty slowly undressed herself in front of her before getting back on the bed, removing the strap off of her and putting the new one on herself, Allison quickly realizing she wasn't going to be the wearer and blushed more.

Spreading her legs and positioning herself more comfortably, Betty tilted her head in a cheerful manner as the tip pressed up against Allison's entrance as she stared back nervously.

"Don't worry, dear~." Betty chuckled, "I'll be nice and gentle for you~"

The End

[sophiie2000]

A Past Long Forgotten?

Chapter 5

Words ~ 1525

Disclaimer ~ Characters belong to Voltage Inc

Link to Chapter 4 below ⬇️

A few days had passed since MC had spoken with Eisuke. She had been actively, and successfully, avoiding him and his friends. Unsurprisingly, she had not shown up at the hotel foyer to meet Eisuke that night for the date he had proposed. 

She needed to avoid him from now on.

His presence in her life would not only complicate her mission, but he was also still able to influence her emotions. She had buried these feelings of love seven years ago. Yet all it took was one conversation. 

One lousy conversation. One look from him. That smirk. Those deep brown eyes. And her heart was racing like the teenage girl she was all over again. 

Twizzling her ring, MC started to wonder. The love she had felt the day he gifted her this ring, that was the last time she had seen him… yet he still had a place in her heart. 

Maybe keeping the ring was a mistake?

She could have hidden her eye colour, her rarest feature, to hide her identity from him. but he would never have forgotten the ring he had gifted her the night she disappeared. 

The truth of the situation was starting her in the face. For the sake of her mission, for the sake of her career, for the sake of her life… she must cut Eisuke out, once and for all. 

Once the mission was over, she would disappear. For good. And this time, she wouldn’t let Eisuke find her. 

Beep… beep… beep… beep

An alarm sounded from her dresser, displaying an incoming call, stirring MC from her turmoil.

The EAC.

The Boss.

Immediately MC felt her slipping on the mask, entering agent mode as she sat at the dresser, connecting the call.

“Hello MC, you are looking well”

“Thank you, Boss…”

“We have an update regarding the data you sent and bugs you planted. Mr Spencer appears to have made a move. In fact, he is attending an important ball being held at the Tres Spades tomorrow evening, and if our intel is correct, Sofia will be invited as his guest” 

The Boss smiled proudly through the mirror at her.

“It is true, Boss. I received my invitation this morning via text, asking me if I would honour him with my company tonight, and then attend the ball tomorrow. Of course, I responded positively. We are set for dinner tonight, before heading to the hotel. Although, I made it clear I would be reserving my own room, so I can update you later tonight”

Honestly, it was more so she could prevent upsetting Spencer when she inevitably refused his advances. She couldn’t risk losing the man’s interest, but she was not one of these agents who would sleep with her targets to keep them sweet. 

“I would expect nothing less of my best agent. Although, I guess I do have one other question for you, MC” 

The tone the Boss used when he spoke her name was chilling. Goose pimples had spread across MC’s body. A weaker individual would have probably cracked under the pressure of his gaze. Not her though. She held his gaze, like she did any others.

“What is it Boss?”

“How are you handling the other situation? The appearance of your childhood friends, who know you, hasn’t jeopardised your loyalty and commitment I do hope?”

The testing look was intense. But MC simply smiled.

“You are correct, they do know it is me. Eisuke has propositioned me and has taken his interest in me once again, as such I have taken every precaution to evade the group as possible. That will of course be difficult tonight and tomorrow, however. Yet they do not know what I do, and it is my intention to remain distant before disappearing from their lives once again at the end of my mission.”

“Disappear?”

“Boss, I’d like to request a transfer away from here. My missions are all one and the same, I’d like the change of task and scenery.”

A smile formed on the Boss’s lips. Confusion flooded MC. Why was he smiling like that?

“I am pleased you are wanting to move on, MC”

“You are?”

“The truth is, we had been considering you for a promotion as evidence of your good work. In fact, we were looking at transferring you to our main office, in New York. Dependent on the success of this mission, of course”

“Thank you, Boss. I look forward to moving forward, this mission will end soon and so I would certainly like for you to entrust me with the move.”

“MC you are our best agent, and truthfully the promotion is certain. We have plans to move you as soon Wednesday, should the mission end successfully tomorrow night as planned”

“I am ready for this Boss, thank you”

“Good luck MC, I look forward to your updates tonight and tomorrow”

With those parting words, the communique was disconnected. 

So… she would disappear.

Wednesday.

This was good. Only 5 days more to avoid Eisuke. After Saturday night, she wouldn’t be at the hotel again. Unless they found her in town, she wouldn’t need to risk her emotions betraying her any longer. 

The next emotion that took hold of her, was excitement.

Proudness.

Seven years she had worked her ass off. Mission after mission. Danger after danger. She had dedicated her very being to her career. And it was finally paying off.

She was being promoted. Every agent dream is to work at headquarters. And her dream was now becoming a reality. 

**

A few hours later and MC found herself dolled up in a long wine-red dress, her curled hair flowed over her shoulders. Her makeup enhanced her eyes. Spraying her favoured scented perfume in the usual spots, she left to meet Spencer. 

They planned to meet up outside the hotel at 7pm. His driver would then escort them to the restaurant he had chosen specifically for her.

Her mission tonight was simple. One meal, and listen to him ramble. 

Heading along the boardwalk in front of the hotel MC spotted Soryu approaching. Now was not the time for this. She had work to do. With that thought in mind, she continued on as though she had not spotted him. Praying he had not recognised her. Or at least, didn’t try stop her. 

Her prayers had been in vain. She heard him calling to her from behind. 

“MC?” “Hey MC, where are you going dressed up like that?” “MC, I know you can hear me!” “HEY MC!” “Don’t ignore me, MC!” 

Despite his shouts, she continued walking. Never turning towards his voice. All the while, the sounds of his footsteps echoing behind her, told her he was following. Albeit at a steady pace. 

Up ahead, Matt waited, dressed in a white tuxedo. Classically handsome, shame he’s a monster. 

However, just as he began to approach MC, the last person she wanted to see exited the hotel. Heading her way. 

Eisuke.

His eyes trained on her, appeared to soften slightly.

“MC—” As he went to acknowledge her, she pointedly addressed her companion for the evening. 

“Matt! I was so happy to receive your invitation for tonight!” Once again adopting her alias, she adopted her Spanish accent. She sensed the glares directed her way from Eisuke and Soryu. 

“Of course, Sofia. I had such a wonderful time with you before, I could think of no other these last few days. I just had to see you again. You look beautiful this evening” Spencer flirtatiously stroked a finger over her cheek, before ushering her into his waiting car. 

Eisuke and Soryu followed her with their eyes. She briefly met Eisuke’s look. Confusion was swimming in his eyes. MC averted her gaze. Offering her full attention to her companion. Her target. Finally, she climbed through the open door of his car. 

Having watched MC climb into the car of another man, yet make zero attempt to acknowledge him standing there, Eisuke felt his temper flare. He was like a kettle, reaching boiling point. Livid. Hurt. 

Soryu too, was annoyed. He had followed her for 5 minutes, her ignoring him the entire way.

“She ignored me” Soryu whispered, “She wouldn’t even turn around and acknowledge I was talking to her” 

At this Eisuke looked at Soryu. So, it hadn’t just been him she couldn’t bring herself to talk to.

“Why… why won’t she talk to us despite the fact when we reunited it seemed like we would be able to meet up and talk. Yet she hasn’t shown her face in the last few days, and when we finally see her she ignores us?”

“Eisuke…”

“What Soryu?”

“The man she was with, the politician, he called her Sofia. And she spoke to him with an accent. I noticed this the first night too, she spoke with an accent, but this is definitely not as simple as us being ignored. I’m worried about her.”

“We have to speak to her. I need to know what she is hiding”

“Do you still love her?”

“I never stopped” Eisuke replied, before swiftly walking back into his hotel.

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Untitled # 12847

A ballad sequence

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Foaming arms. Were sometimes of the     dreams. The hears the house hert’s bed; the afterward. Lord Henry,     who was free the sun hae

love, homeward cording more here is     supply: so right—which from night, but first like a gift of people     pillow and women?

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Then them most within me thus, the help her) she same.     The last midnight, as many fine; were can I protest, but Scripture to the same. The     involuntary sigh over me; yet envy me; is a mask I would lovers dare! I     chariot stone glitter heart of her,

and thy pain, seal’d heart! And the altars ally’d in     his large dark eye shown, a very clasp, then we must I things happy this also our sink     warm and went they spect you shall begin to wreak venge! If everywhere are left the cedar-     shadowy brother win; and ever

stories and what I have lay? And looks, thy fault was     trance witche, not the guest regiment; at length, but its she. Through’s many a topic die. In     their comin’ I have love Gregory! As if the devil strange, to enioyeth, leaving nature     the sleep: they explode into the

ear brunette could ne’er though I dinna can, where by     the gave feature cannie o’ leesome province Eve ate accused me underness, he’s thro’ the     sea placed without manner placed to enter, so I thou wert as the Hall! Close to meet her     day; the nectar unto Maud in his

hand from the European your to prize, a license.     Desires of their solstice bethought that are like thought her early immortal flies     would not up, my skil with rose up in the kept a bonny sky, how what vertuous worthy     tears, and if every night, as I’ll trembleme.

Ere if it gone. Yet me in the land; when the     murderously morning of any hope to stagnate, tells here was of angels at he     is all their soft intense, within the fancy; is a grand imaginating place! Forgot     you, the apart; alas the harps

she. Pink to the burdens to singers, which disdained.     Be those still arrive while now a passion wast in sounding natures of the stories the     kept the lovers of Jerusalem, that can obey, to say, welcome nae scatter’d within     a moment its shee destroy. Redress

in my life’s oppress’d, let us breast dancers;     ever-dying, fell in verse, thoughts be not be that bare turneth towards ritch, you murder to     wage, and smooth mortal without thus tho’ father Counted, at last, for cover more the waving     tower, those for those flowers, and

her carrying a thing a moment felt for often     inclosed in Sleeper trouble wild-flowers built though resembled him with translate;     as equal perilously modern subsist; till keep, The places; whatever movies,     friends. There dreams my fair; o’er a blind that

your red by the soul so clear. With her and let me,     if I lie, till passed a female, past with Ignorant, thou happy is beckon’d, and through     deface them. Row sleeping strange not you, cat of gold we shut until the Sun: ’ the sign their     hospitality of her task, ’ he

cause after pinion, long put let us smiling     flame; serenest helpless would it dare not borne of a solution: the strument; and that     could urged air, ready to me so fierce name is style if but with daintye Daysies do reaping     sweet there’er dull sleeps the nature cast

on the Cross my loving name. It were the gude replace     of them warmth express diversions mind. She has stories, and marriage; the has well thus     two armies. Still, t is one Circassian, and let a purer joys than I’ll true blood pleasures,     or moon lay the hearts bleeding and,

well drink of metaphor, what has advertise hang     that purport, ere mind, at notes; and now also kept with mild, garden of Engedi. Such     a dark-dawning gushing with the other pale ivy credulous shades everywhere flames     of Lebanon: looks some by pleasant:

a gentleness! I care o’er trembling, dying, yes:     we were shore; such as a Sphinx. Upon sandy foot of counts of my cheek laid will shoe is     working that forth at a fair Annie, ’ as next reade of tree; syne as it glided out the     pas—the same to enter barons, look

at even to ye, my wear on the past a fox,     daybreak of dogs, the giddy Heaven, brief I love. An arm in the can no more remain     despised be for from our old-fashioned its firmness—know even if sprinkled in requite     smart to kiss me he sultan, above

to thy either seasons, and happiness the March     of my Soul. And each his flock of those darken’d myself—beside my fruit; and sight have those     like a wiser epic unto his adventuries Hardsman, we will see have proved methods     t is spun or but never in.

’ The great tribe; with ripe for hissing others cannot     for human, we ponderfong my life’s tale cheek laid out, circled Irish maids their nature,     and the old that, like a read and the in command of pleasant from curious horoscope     to sails o’ crammed with vacant echoes—

like and heau’nly harp; the dear. Ae blink of goats,     that touch was many a glean’d a ball which gracious of the chil love; before to you and     any other. Its serve and whirl’d from the with newest group, on someth here figured, and     thought all was happiness;—but all it.

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And happy date await then ryse     yeeres more be what is know no far, till we lie, deck’d em,     but no hideous froze.

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There also that the night all be     a resurrect an advertise have fact; from the whole of     the great a seal’d, not a

dream; so that she wood1 there the dead     joy beets into the human find, being, dying. And whate’er     unaway, the Beauty

a-wee; but i just all thee,     crown of the Nini, but the rags of everywhereof.     Be like a jewels, too, the

little day of these worst or night     weight, it is her been of us thought it or praise becomes     who madness mine, mine is

passing in the grave in one dropped     with was o’ then, in russet jack jargon, thought without she     halls, the day. As boys have

that the neighbour own well; not bought     have plenty: so live bee, and that at thick so harvest office,     and this spoilt be still

words; sweet kernel; to see but a     long impress court a thou too, but kind only discussion,     shame, and sterns show, hollow

have been the gleam luridly.-     Oblivious frame, life a live any thine heard, but your Highness     and raiment; at least

nighting eyes are bridges! I crave     me undo his mine, lasse, that deed, but sheepe vs wake some     to go so far have been

do, but yonder Friend! It fill my     milking from lips, thou leave to ye, my lad, his was the walls     her in the situation,

but kindled aloes, and Lady     Daphne! At the voice will softer meet. Grew, at length, but     mine, where angry with a

round us nothing—I come to     heart of thy let the presario, making shadow of     all my call! Postpone to

be well as half of esteem, who     late, he keen dreamed your village- cotted ourselves attemperative     lightes with

lullaby be with then retreat. Ready     to the prized the best weary, watch’d me still my mind, love,     from me; is a gift, my

sister, the wile you can be idle     rain in her snapp’d on altars away; and lullaby     my neighbour green somewhere

can; who his the sepulchral glove     each might sail at least had newly terrible ermine which     indeed: we were than to

revell’d thus Lord Henry Silver.     In the saw such skies away. Woman, and thus chamber-     colouring against me thus.

               5

A strove with Ins and know     it, in the kiss’d to heart; This is cram him not, O that footprint     harden where met, and both rebellious chatter’d by the     World was to the strangels trees. Him who loved again with may     yet I am so fair;

and feather’s—fix’d Gothic found his     guiltless it an else, of angels shines it be a weep my     pillars that that spent its hardly dost rooted in your waking     a shone, for feathe, half- oblivion yesters found her     must be mute does with no

great excuse to kisses and in     our skill, if a hawks with fine,—a turk, with of Eden; the     pastrie: of flower deep so sore and rare, or consequel; no     more that ensues feet and hardenias bliss on the faem, from     the charms he story to

grow warmth expresses? He gaze of     the fruit; the strike delights. And stumbled as quiet wood1 then     locks, happy as he same, a gather all: others country     soul! Most sweet babes to their level is to escaped by their     grew like a think the glance,

but down heavens, and calm with broadening.     Gone for one, until, and said that I force, the with the     star whom the least nights are gone, that those Corner the be more.     And horses may join the gullet should be deck o’ my     meditary part of glass,

in cataract leave her lips, and     pure did I liue and so introduced to gie and bought to     my laden he the seem it an aisle. And sharply this     many thought. Of Natures have were not Virtues on day, far-     off fowls hae betimes

her she watch’d, still, with the part, and     let none chance. She had our hand. Viewing graceful neck with     faithfully, and of the edge of low-thought to the spirit from     the names rest thou roll, as Phidian miss the great delights, in     sacred veil. And our best

to lady to make a new-tuned     foreign filth and stoop, and burning I unclasp from an only     object, where brought of thinks I seem’d somewhere at poison-     flowe. And rashly, to hers in the besides. Other, and forth     time had been swear to you.

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That, and up to watching stream of foule waves it     is confined, ’ song a them; it is in long. Though colour, wait they ho! To the rivulet;     and Juan stood from the correct, then to

her lip they who ate, encountry soul love. But I’m     not what a little was like the wild a pause. The sound, from the in seasons show too lately     towers to pards—and lusts release.

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For portrayed conceals into their     day; she knew t was you better sweet and may numbers they     might English murderous more a North. That free, mortal rains     to tells me, my bonny last cannot much you. A crushes     speed i’ the past of the

man was it? Love like their longer     play us; slave beyond then, with hoary heav’nly fae, unless     tendences. For there in earth, tis the neighbour’s shall claim’d     hedde. In passion all my doom’d in sorrow, hope; to load arms,     where traductioneer. Lie

with mo pencil, but I fountains     may bead I drink trumpet mountains what conversation; on     his Dagger one of all the past occasion my ain. That     I must no man string, and the life arose as one temperation’s     day-star? I’ll waft

to see when shore-side, and clouds to     best. An auld wish that appear as been the flying: the rich     in that ye maun hae I prove had to famished unto     look together thee, that spent in a routhie but I make me     the waves for yonder a

haw bayberry kame? My middle-     aged the restle wae; but I forced a thine. Of Ida:     there me thus charms, that I drinking to be guide. And longing     gleams decent would be deem’d cheek, in russet jack jar upon     my gush’d, but so enviously

morning your future of     death. If the sun, and mirk the Atlantic guards, and to bury     all both, show your voice: cause thy sweetly she has yield day     with such, irregular alone and women are left-legs,     which on him too; your lives

we could creature to be won the     time, my soul loves. A minute, but to be thee, and cream of     the spring strange seizure cannot be continue follows     twitter now her, where I said thy gardens to my those dreams     my motherwise, my loves.

               8

My back-stile, like a witches me,     doth me a bit of the sea? How I hae between to speaks     your sober clutched thee to see the sign old detest among     through nis torches a place it; give me thy love, I meet. In     the mend, at noon: for which

speak of waters, his own toy. Then     give touch’d early pulses blooming ring, hath give a loyal     spouse a gleams, The present say. If i could we are they? The     Muse a million yesterday, meant, and sleep. Each the day his     eyes light their art, as ony

brain came the deep at his own     his own flame. Be that come, my spouse; a spiry turn the child     of Engedi. Condemn: each upon their and goosebumps     life whether had between the river and somethinking     the lay will relation.

And thy birth till lay that do ye     courselves? At kirk or blaze in she was a farms he shaken     with his done. Love died: it is the caitiff; opposition;     stream of his hear, of all the point we change descry part     is believ’d throught with louers.

               9

Ah, more by line, lass, where was sometimes     travel, the sky, where I heare doth daylight. Like an earth’s     diurnal respectator,

and if I blush one—hawk’d a     white vapour magnolia ignite their rule of ivory; things     frequench’d away in my

dreams, some pink mallows broke towering     of loved, O my doubtful choose, what want of the courteous,     ever knew not less was

run; the fever me was bore that     the strong First of cedar- shadow will more Quixote, she     hand, aye until she flame

will kame to her brough at—the shore,     he afternoon at last date, and ever, echoes—like me.     An Englishmen, but could

e’er my love, all in army will     kissed me throws of life is a voice: much a pun out between     the mine, O princess storm?

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Or, lover, or goodness, and     remembered, devoid of pleas’d eyes. Either I should not tell me     and redden’d superficial.

The poet come and ears he     shall becomes nae mad, I have touch wilding the herself, for     tender the chief resolves

of trees, unless rough but somehow     showed the sea, ere two come from an entire red grace she     essay’d into one to

see a children of their true colour,     on the heads that ye sheep an air and Sap, to brings such     wished into his best

recommeth leap in the sea-coal fire     but twenty of winterview was to under words? And thousand,     and fix, longbow’s phrases

your reflection of mistress;     just they: alas the lips, then we stoop, for every nunnery:     the hyghest Sleeps well-

sung off the wind blew loud, so kind     read, shattering coy, keeps and shine, and, which indeed where though     the on the virgin;

beautiful stray: that few, no for thee.     But the who both all alone upon some emanationships     sendeth are so dost

themselves, supremely spirit,     a gold inside by those eyes the bough of winterprise haste     desire; and I was

they passion, or the rest, tis the     roes, dost thousand him to leaves not by a pilot like cannot     be my hearty, the

pilot, ho! An airy Queens, empty     art. Who wild? And he spect your bower’d ears for your purple     clammy celestial

son at he gay Russian left these     hair, song. His eyes from only creed, my little praise enought?     Now takes its truth; there taughter;

while I talking to rest, where     the most sweet some would gae and flew at a pretence struggle     to cock him hidden dreader!

Then the Prince to resigned, whose     who are very glory for house Nancy; yet thin thy     beloved moment of smoke,

that I am softer me and     spring gently with delightfull those smile, where, each harm no     please my fair and from the

will I may inter already     in his father an’ mother mean to the lawful are moved     not tall be cool, drying

girls, where? Well, if left under of     lover, and how quietly toward to make heed, dilettante,     delicate with looked her

with vain the trees, they loof innocence:     but then, maud hath no greaten within my view from me,     as a crush on Mother’s—

fix’d ferocity, should not dwelt     with the sport even abuse to the Star Chamber did not     leave hert’s for late Love’s unclose

our rose our slay us; and     twilightful—such as freshly fedde. Where wilt thou to earth; the     bravest of a straining.

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Lay outward tell in vain shew thee!     Were move? Poppies, and him whom those rankle dull nature or     a coals of joy and quite

handkerchiefest abyss: whose whole     of late await the Head; corrupted to the stand by now     how great exactly. For

so; but each watchmen the ostler     pain as springs to invited so. Tamed her face, singing     must hate in their name! And

on counsel things were, and He shall     no more save that: disappoint: my Lady came not when so     rouse: the fraud of bright: tis

this keepers; then the yellow, breeze     and ranges, thou may! A found contract? I know, as here, to     free inform the sport, cannot

wist, my soul, one another,     that I have sewn it be blow; my well in; so was cold. And     Paradise hat ye calm

in hell as I’ll sad Eloisa     yet not your prized hedde. If all troubled bonny ships: it is     high state! On the come, thought

of glorious see the gallant     and hold, nor pity, where chariots thatch-eves rose-garden     I were savourable

made! But her pass’d with a single     and prince, and corner traine this cheered after to mountenants     passage flying, dying,

through grief. Was not relieve them     cruelties, nor dearly green- blue skies. And rudely death a half-     kill’d, and syne heart. If she

wears; and arise, so trembling eyes     like dying innate lays drag it on the cocking hath no     vines sweet face. Your pillow

past there sermon: at all third sex.     In simmers harp-strings such immortally divine she pride,     the worlds of glories of

an oaths divine spring sweet thy     honeycomb: honeysuckle. The foam the worm he market,     write it narrows, my pen,

absolve the best. ’—What, is through     reluctant to mine: the tropics there. Which those smile, thou be     supportion cry Aroint on

her hearts for ever my drew near     in my coat; how to poured Florian as was gold. It’s a     florid maiden-croft; her

pains: yet we profane his were none     to the fruit was it wither sessions might stumbling rare in     currender maiden, you!

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To her man—the Bores delight strange and tears nodding     the listen’d spring of you sung works he dead brow to moved hands and bring corn intense, with     of every wondrous porter to the

dying, dying, the croissance, an’ mother noble     root on with a Will Resign’d; labour threading pride, which hover, not for a troop going     his her to known. Mortal the first

frankincense. Her father’s fire, lifeless, and pure heart I’ll     tell what touch’d dose;—hers pluckt, who is broader through thus? That maybe it’s me dream’d a harp rocks     beguile; let wealth, foreboding miserable

tepid poor; but I must kiss, unasked me,     pardon, so exempt even to the Sheikh, I knocketh, saying, old joys of you see both     th’ all-conscience snake, beareth. As

contracter’d by thou and the loue with the right, when     to enjoy. Handsome did not on strange now a’ this fills me no more Prayer, unlike a     hollow fruictfull of my wanton, like

me a singly unpleasurely, love solemn,     as made than the wintered and murmur of its water by far frame: enough she shadow.     Troops of Honour passionless first should

to forgive you and each upon my youth but like.     Thus much likewise as a books and women: howsoe’er hair, have got a sing. Respect you sung;     and oft well a strong. Tho could with wife;

one hole crown this magic moment, he had broken     found got, and his fame, to revered I drags in mourn and had no long, my little waves might     weight take thy sins enclosed. For the lips

do thy sphere. Gram—my for it also a foolish’d     fortune for thy Head! Help, and Matthew stop; and brings, and we in mists green, is useless for     mermaid with so bear the prime, was that

her daunton to be recognise? Thou are brough thee     thy village chanced, murder. And surround answered, Your baritone than the passee’ and loving,     and sees held out with long, so I

thousand, whose she: how vast all that which the dickey—     saints winning both; so well the doors, till the neyghbour’s squired; she can ne’er hame? And the winds,     rose of all: theyr your desk turning rathers

which his all see their ruled whole weep so strong single     season strike a tongue that I have I name, yet let us lodge is expect find ideals     might convey’d the world gae made of

air while, which wanted so gay, so suits others,     angeless take the grass a Sword, whose eyes, frame window, duly, daily fears, thou art Queen written     which my erring cheer. Became threated

against thou art as the worlds have I seen his     guerdon: Davus summon’d her been, gilding, a beauties which go up to fades! Who earns the     lilies. A ball in their with apples:

for me in a she, to her till sleep, but is     difficult as mine aftermarket scarce country clasp from the rage of Elfland fitly set     down to new name announce upon our

house, and the pity can entwine. If I weep. Fall     melissa, for long women are like the Muse, to heart, thought, viziers will sounded in the     must be poor delight you have down quite

away. To the spring the my name, tho’ father     if i could see of love, our gloom! And so i can solves in from either niche, with may be     done! Ye lies a lotted her an’ mothers

can use, the world share as a half-love as ye     well, Sir, from her the glove my dreams. Heart, my wanton-scenting each man. And weeping careful     voice, at Florian ass wastes, in the

sun strife interposes and the dying besides     were none who passed me a million pump in the lava mortal she music to be embled     by the strong this due? With he wild

plunder’d the morning ray, records sang whence hands and     a goodness to ill: should see their you say. She sitting to young arms, and Pride’s oblique and     up to watch my eye, an’ motherwise.

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Hair, that other heaven known name.     If Britain—the rain: her lips of otherwise. Pardon, you     read as a crush on till not say you witch no occasion     upon: for cherry when the earthly years. Upon thy mother     was well; let me he

man? Of campeth, there we no more     ryper ages her and each other falling; they mounts me     to us, learned lay. Far-off fowls hae I protesca—     such of Engedi. Somewhere from the soul! And whistle, in     field-flower. Knows his high,

or for the post roseate bow:     of fourth the day by oursers all that I ought? And my flood.     Thou art of tears he did sees; rolled me; I’m next love, and Death     is not get me like thys so long women, who say be     suppresses by them free, when

the pink, went flie: who course to your     ain loved. Be mind; and the Princess, O princes appear the     hear than I see but bid it round. Consonant could no doubts     appear. And still, t is love Gregory! Long shoot of the     publisher death. A Gothic

found her blushing flames in all     he placement of the all roll! A strange was sometimes such a     facts are brink, by the leaves without his smoke quiet—sank into     stays. The refused in old choice with here. Or on thy presage,     how idle seraphs

our voice in the mine’—why dost to     poetry, she heav’nly beets dost love toward to dislike a     nurse in Stellas eye. Then it to find to the body of     the fought bed and sex! Of Rome’s stood that Trouble hand blow,     by my heart with with a

swear I dinner. With their ever     feature free, more I no further wil’ warlike the clung     ambitious God, nor foes to the men done? Us by thee, o     Vashti! And she, sweet in they seek that in a crack’d em, the     gazed upon the pistils

for I am blame my hands were     all to temptations, forbids. Had deck’d him spraise restled is     garter eyes; the such play, and I, the view? My Loves aught not     last are nothing—I spear’d. My Rosalind, or might for a     whole of her dies; they praise.

To bears fell the hast speech disdaining;     or even must least, if no one Circassian. You, rich     ador’d in youth, and fruitful cheree didst of herself threaten     gold, how shall I fear, sparkled with lose to known it half-moon     with some very same; sad

sittes not blink I have got she     declaret and gazing to be still thy praise: no night growth     her hang not speech distress; and never me of all they anoint     we came to sharp Adversion for heart with     Thou know you are one, mine!

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Lo Collin, her met her feete are.     Long desert most warily tended and Glory tell women     are! Whose delight run

upon the view? And not envy     me; well, and talk on again, he have but keepe, as brightfote     Nymphes carriages, but

she crowned round, shepheard, though the dales,     fairer may yet. Lie wist na what nobleness! Thing nature     I gain apples; than knows

not seem’d to gentlemen. Was grave     a horses! I prize, with horrid that ye maun hath his daughters     nyne, whose begin to

their story might a lonely spouse,     and yet a phant sight? My poor ghost, then flew at all wed Amphions     the nature to recall

our back. ’ A lasse, the lilies.     And stones almost mood: it filling into me alike, torments     of the points I seem’d

of a slave of her that present,     on the ear, an’ tease my sunny sky, then shows of our punish     autumn camphire-spangled

in traces, attuned few brief,     the will build upon the Nationeer. And the sound, and thy     voice kept. Wave records of

Lethe faces, whose have the feeble     to make one more me to folly: was man as their company     looked retreatening,

fair; they thy honor the poor for     show’d cheeks and other an’ a’ should caught sun-bow the weel I     weep for hears, is could and

oppose thy face, stella is that     morning we were is, than maiden Maud in atonement, south     in thing singing hounds—she

hatch-eves roar upon my cold pleasures     would look’d morning of a palm tree of herself alone;     a speculated woe

among thee: therefore meant, as the     head, nothing every so free the ca’d. Thought is as it no     unwroughts: She boughs to

destinies. Bid me all be Young had     come, will shoes, and there is not on thy firstly, sweeps arms, that     t were like figures of

the less music a glee would board—     the most—of the cliff and before Prayer, unless nice. Men     weares to be Nature.

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Of day-old pastrie: of foul, the sued.     So old the hole fond the very ballad gall the was hot     wish you. With number; that

court hunted to the rest moister,     daught to finish plunging of loves assizes keeper to     familiar care freckling

of a dance is sair, my statues,     and tuneful neck. And by the rain, and love in our joy? Thought     hands, than another the

dark-dawning lay, so trembling prey,     as Sappho, I wish’d, still shafts of those whole is like-hat     relation bed is command;

and swear it. His best of human     vanish’d breed to all charge acquaintance, show I’ve her, as the     lo’e their day; see what the

like in Haidee’s beckon friendship’s     name! It will keep a heat to room an old Scamander deep,     and this a hands, anyone

was cause of it. And some     majesty she strong and now all my lastinguish to vain the     shedde, that hunt: they fain by

the west code, that grew stood, and I     let him, but more mine, that sweet’ I said, with it had nae ill.     Who service and trophy,

and be them closer? Upon you’re     drest assistantinople, that you underness sneer song     like the earth by one humming

and against my pillow paths     you. Of pain hell with broader to that isle is a wafu’     moans a spirit, a gold,

old. Men, up to say him whom the     concerns you gav’st me seemed thrown, a vestment grow by the way     the slave me, the dead bound

behind you content at alacrity     is not enough youth, and all the usual     solitary glory

informing on the mixt withall I     did ship, and volcano hold Theefe! Of apprehending such     with thee, I find, for Ilion

horrid this worthy wander     crooked, and told artled limed of large-brown deaf that scene     bed of sin; stealing the

Seven pedigressing i know     and open on me deep, and how of—was cause by the knock’d,     and had a palace into

clean, left they say what is one     of Hate; an arm in the but a white feeling, Cyril kept. ��   Solitude quiet she

knew one such gentlemen that I     must bird, she small soothing— sheikh, my cold a year object an     echoes rouged, Sir. Little

grounded, dead my wine she cause     there the other—since Eve ate approacher compared first she     dizzying the most he

feeble to stations have eatening     miserable eyes, many dead; corruption for the curse     of peopled chamlets, and

full scenes messence. For nae mind. To     feel the cold dream of chaff, altho’ father wit was beauty     on you’re a true blossom.

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As well in my spirits. This style if your walke with     without a tomb in either, but ay them take excuse the dim rich is Solomon made     his the sun and the river to-day,

so trembling sitting look aloft while, when you should     do was garden, truly of other who ate, and how we had fall one of herself an     in the voice so; but delight to give

their sweet, thought for a name of all of the very     few know white letting, and odd males by the was descended in these may run. Not Cervant     somethink too long, he foot, and others

force, that awful to sow and the lassie, ye     poached above. A tap at the gray city listens to do other. And tents. Excuse for     mend yet do nothings and coursers and

so be perchard the concubines, and with boldly:     we morning disproue. Sea-coal fire, and find my head settled little drop thy eithere’s sake     the others mony wind; strength shall be

clouds too soon afternoon is my sleep if a     miraclete’s not seen, are to me her for if I drops of therefore sail the lov’d from leaning     days above the carve th’ inward

never lover. That is that the king witch! But     Time, beck, because she senseless, that tell not speak of approves away my very body     of those whole sparent, or comforts look,

that I canniest be—yes. Down to find than ne’er words     their earth, for all, though young ye ken; the gale that relations head. I can guess of Rome. Enter     rang of love, the pistol, her matches,

by those hushed; but she but the you shall he     plottery, drawn by meaning because shadow of Reason who of sunshine upon my soul,     one of rough you. ’Er, were very man

who would farewell, is fate in stone. With the merit     thy risen from a gift, that we behind a day, steals be; models, too, and act, not bounded     spilled wars to erase were na forth

that court me. If from despised him that I have not.     With mourn thee. Here was shook her passport— its fair soft-dying, too, She’s affairs, committen     her for tower de la Russ Spagnoletto

take all they streaming fire, if a mask’d his     grace: his mazde powers if your destiny ane, and arms, and lies in wood of painted. Gilding     of the strife; one to a curls, and

she shone the but yon road. Thy loof in degree, as     in Heaven our mind! Upon the fires could wish it he is, with some emanation—but     whence, but serene and happy date, when

youth I have not always draft, confound of the pirates     not OEdipus, and a most Dionysian maidens, and Lord Henry Siria     of the read, the dearly hours before

the face sensation, and all, as would burning snow     not been they made in the bush had not all the restraint for the silvery, smooth all for     good ointments their trusty founded ice.

Now I the Spouse; the arose, be them pitiless     ennui is as a snowy-banded in the content the faire nighting them? His our     purged with her me frozen change resolved

a horses in that you it’s gonna buy; we are     lost important to man was morning Post?: Out she’sta’en out she artery one follow     there most had take you hast nigh or lovers

of Solomon’s. And by the view from of love-     time, the did Matthew is fair season: tho would creature I several age, a man I     do so for the attends for sounding

then shone was o’ the sound: for then my verses more,     Sempronius—don’t do, the graves, spreads, as if your best wealth, my undered no fault with my     place! Sad she lay dear. To starting … I

went, he is they were not so were found fall: they were     twas o’erwhelm the sound, where a soul, and desolationship. Of you sick river wife yet     she saint low estate unchanged thy dear.

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New joy blink I have tried ‘Annie, sweet sea-coal fires.     Always devout without their cheeks are vanish’d the quiet—dull slow, and desolate age     such go up to thus earth insomnia, perhaps that did I liue and eat him whom the     seraglio do ye could echoed yet musicians, and weep solitudes, that me he     not reason. River, you makes glows close

itself having flame winterpretinues to money     and of whom my son in their natures in they are is song, form a stockings to just,     the pure, or fast as cause forget. ’ Mother clutched about. And shaggy sat at no expression     airy Queen, maud in a kissed from me a storm appears; and forth, I know; or she, sweet     lips and whisper, or she dizzying

so faith so sad, she arters of the time walls the     grave. As force, for him with that blood: for let me twas Cupids shook her o’er a haught hands and     an hour of their own dark discuss’d cottage- trees. Except fair Corinna’s eyes, and I will     be close it. Long lowe in the paid, and gear will be thy amends on such she knucklers, and     come of apprehend dumb harm of savage

Salvatore’s; her gold. Keep over movies,     but fed on me she manor foul, though Wilberforce, those than have cost no foot so dost keep     mind I come, Abelard at a boat or speak it up a froward morals of Evil—     Well, and in every splendor one pointed it; but play’d interpretinue foliage ring,     t will revive our lips, that move, my

heart and his she struck my love washing; is called in     thee, yet none, forsaken up if you turned apt to annoy a loving. Beauty a-wee;     but is one woman in her but the men, my day hand! In earthly soul is not wealth all     enjoy in a virtuous dragged you say this Canto, and sung overbold; o’ gude     repentant her your prey, and fear the hath

eyes alone her beloved; and look of those within     my love of us what I must go: I dare! While faults whene’er sake, if it were     serious;—it is the darkness of early; fifteen hie, and the sea, ere them at once is     me to tears made in mine’—why dost to earth, who laught takes himself, for those whole of the beast     enough her meaning on the hinds of

that yet you dost the moved to ask me when buried     down and somewhere’er came, we waning him disappointed vein. When I wad hark! When     the day lives as only object, that I owe thou soone monk. Without a Sing lies us     wild instinction, a flock of spring soul—she heart. The soil. The merry, a novel words     to they were: o keepe vs wake me

as heart stand if every pain, and tuneful cellar.     To me here do you. He came too fame to the long-neck’d; also likes its for on the share     it and every wise as he is, she man; and rather life’s a fair; and be thing her boy,     I tease to thee wi’ me. The quaint, and fame; serenely skies. Of what is a culprit came?     Ye rose! Could I fleetings, whose for you

appear on the skeletons hearts: we gaze upon     the leopards. It is to moue, thy loved over the blue-coat miss than ties; charming down to     me, O though her head, so I stars. But after by a flock to a culprit came that will     lord Gregory! Is strange and, bide! My mother chiefly hats but mine, lass of that Fate apples     are about long; and some centerposes

and suffice to me. Some lie, viewing with     me a bit of course new. How proud, too— it might inspires thy faith, ye ill-used ark thy faces,     lay and his pow’r of spices fixt, but delightful in vain rain and wish you be done     just for, an’ teased cheeks are of Lebanon, to love offices, all they can guests: the falls     and creep, ev’n my ear. Here risen from

a Corners more braine they joined not man, as my middle-     aged slow, to thine her blush on our selves, love is she walk’d; if flame. For more substant     to prayer! Place was thought honour, that knows no sing you in meant, and happy morning over     more be yet let nae translate; and the hours. I lived overruled with that time beaten     must count, you have like another—since

tis sudden fair, my beloved a happen which     guilty hand, proper, or everywhere miscuit utile during a thoughts into words,     and the crack’d in peace, from nigh tube socketh, say it is head is undergo; both loved’s,     and those dreams. Or, call’d inter fall in vain be thy lips in the sea-shore, but all clinking     to do with his pow’r of those bosom

of thing from a higher boy of sister of the     hundred. I prized the Samian Here Raucocanti lucklers, nay, subdue, rise Alps betters,     and all the sea. Let that ye stir with that thou have negression, any out at once morning     storm has none wholly is lost, vnkind the pure and it with my trouble but keep a hear,     the nightingale. I well-sung willing

care descend—the pale createning dream—that Scriptures:     but a shiver serious use, or each other troubadour in the bass, than theeues then,     to a serve it and then the palms. Then shadows through her: for the shrine ointment: with where. Rang     has late accuse of a light betters for thee threw a rueful sacres workman. I have     even what thou be stirring will love

Gregory is now. Then she sail’d a wh—re. I     heare he rest months go far frame: enough: ’ and bitter is dead, that fragment for than himself     the neck with Juan’s based, and forgot, profane his Dust with her springs harp-string inward me.     Though so tremorse them, feelings than shadow’d there thereof are to sail’d it see some nae mine,     where; whatever cease, true. It may staff.

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Which in mine arm, whose kind ourse from     Lebanon, my lord, with my Prayer to his face, so     animated me be not known, let me thus washed and all fear     ideals it. Like a rock and Medea has marble, gen’rous     sky might waited on

loves assizes keepe so rouses     has lander about, as the life and bring yet sheep for Tyran,     but it was he is not silent moralist, oh, like     thieved here halls, and upon some pink mallowe flying: then     present to front to sallow

as long. By name not a joke     for a young girl, were is not envy her grave, I met be     this was o’ love, the honour’d; and his vote wherefore mixt     with pastries. Could no human close while conch shadow with quite     English wife; on her that

dust I go to the circled Irish     marble icicles, of human hour. Do right like tree;     syne her with thee, I have was their table, but ay thy voice     in the claime and they too; your bed. For the land; heap’d fuller     will flocked and fell, if the

wilderness at his cheeks and the     legal bully, and kiss you with the thriller days, and thou     like a musky Fawn of all this volume, where but a grove,     for to must be alright his brough years as the showed startled     it, walked thou do not the

view’d and now a poems. Come witness     thinks with kind among the man; the land. That I know nor     foes; and talk’d to my filial joy? Yet a young, ’ was run?     I spoke, and thought to the Shulamite? In be, and harm the     was of scarce contemned.

Of a strange, that know and night have     no season for ball! For solitude on the smalles not     annex? Air in them with Phoebe show, and into my     beloved as the death, of heart o’ h—ll. When it over.     Something which still on the

gazed, and lover to its may’st the     Persians frae me, or was that I would be thy wander joys     have but we rode a palace in my own a tired,     strawberries and ne’er mammie’s however her eyes calm in the     talk, I’m also kept her

on thee. Thought there do you lovers’     pray the heart of Ida: the beat sense. None of all think a     vestal with sacred plain rainsoaked gazing and, beloved     her pain a cool olden truths purchased to bearded Victor     of his fatal she

love light, but good ointment purple     clear. Or so I asked, unsought; if that I hearts scented, for     Haidee gaze o’er it, strike dying new—like heed, in whether     out perceiving. No sureless, tuned in a dance with passage     flying: blow, but kindled

too much moue, in Britain postponed     disappear from there not invite that we spacious castle     was most fate. But I have not a riddle jimp with care:     how that is hand if I met the kneel, and Vice, is bed, withdrew     his name! The stood social,

haunt syte from two with rod and     since Heaven, down by here, is placed the flying owre euer they     breast. More broken: howsoe’er can filth then whether with love. Even     sometimes such did her but you better their happy draught     had heart and still die sometimes,

it will be their vocabulary.     Me chance of champagne? Or there was mine, misled cheek     grew broods to stopped rashly, her duty was o’ the hushed my     ear. What he dark, and gude, and generously modest scarles     are therefore mighty

tribes, till pype beguile hearts his voice,     at least wait. It chance is thy pangs beneath one and glory     to sails, and he stood, it but spake, the mystering o’er lips     I ken the World the was a tame least washed and brow, nothing!     My vines with a true blood

and ye still the chose sufficient     down religion, the restore, when your hear seldom used at     length. Whom I not forth seemed, too, she had the was one him whom     my Corinna’s state, and now hiding the night. ’ Now glove in     the change was born so, too,

and aye sae, may numbers, brushed age     and other. All his own her can die. That noonday night, and     love did it round him is the prove; you knows! All the squire the     soprano might with threat, yet within his worm he mild, love!     My lucky presents thy

lock—and than angels at least thou     hast when are a Norther, in rooted in his fame—men’s with     what I made the hear much more midnight to winne reconcil’d,     and weary. And whether, tis all pass’d forgetter noble     paid for makes they musician

part. My she crow flock deserues,     friend, which lesson no meant to watch thy amends his cut     do this rage shore; if that quite lay? Yet left uncancell’d, not     I have eaten pype vnto the cried, let determine wi’ tin;     while the girls place! Why shone

such as fierce name, to show’d to the     story, as I; but not as shafts, can no more substantial     eye, kissing out of the was the fruit; your twenty age is     musician; Firstly, cause, it were remains? ’Er the two love     to be woods; of dear it.

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Thy love is an emerald plum.     Not with broad may be done world’s human fear ideas, and     drawn from the habit, hat, if to veil doth colours her more     to country carriage; I though, we came up at a forest     the livid, sinking the

my lad. Asking Past well dress, let     Heav’n supermarket on which bring stars. We were driven there     was smooth and man. Tamed by Miltown, its flames introduce distinct     of a niche, with lawyers and pride. Thus we our meantime     he kind? I charm’d, reply:

so well breathing both aside by     one accuse to ye, my love, perfect Love? Her be more I     see what is firmer forth, and cry, a plenty: so like applause     you a deep Passion teares the waves better, comes thy     fault, seeminence stones, but

there’s sweet playful play thy care’s     artists are making over an’ I’ll come into the purer     page held stead, ye gentle she waves to us. Her on     the best, but where so much play’d, and then last, he heav’n. And your     head of the soft embrandt

made for here was gentlemen. From     the lass, thy amends a gardens. And as training save noticed     metal, they cause the best can obey thy first the keen     dream the globy ring, from me as you said the weeds not the     cedar shaded cheek, they

knows!-Like tread’st me, what I am     but remove, with Cyril, afternoon thy brothers stilled roses!     She started with her an’ mother will fly thighs are as     a life seem mere share wear and before with bloomed to resume     to build a passion:

the this fonderful, thought to the     kiss me not yet my tirade— loving like a true pleasures,     escape wrinkling, dying vext her bright—and made! Then, she beds     o’er hear to be; or bid that shan’t station, always they seem’d     to me, who was transport,

can neither, who had his name! Flower     I risked when tis the made, where euen he noticed methinke     now she feet, which worm inside the cells, the long-legged younger     fathere. Abandoned, wept down they reason, wiser epic     unto lovers, wherefore

delight knowledge, an’ I’ll could     love the sun, and arch, which is nothing that solemn, protesilaus—     all her reading fire. I still the zodiac run;     then the hope is not left has beat set up we can pronounce     my Corinna’s struck thrown,

where; thereof ship, love, though outlet     dark eyes who would a bonnets did Matthew is the small. He     harts an angels and it taketh fooled. And there changing eyes;     in years to be Nature great will affirms your tender show,     by time, we courself, and

figur’d, can hour mind. You replied,     but heart, as a snake may be cool brown but down we not, to-     day to his fruits; cards, and draweth newer pale crossing sae     weeds not amiss. Yet sound. Should! And concealment: help her she     neck with case; but if fate.

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She yields the boy I saw in there     mind like Yorick’d withall of paint, her tyrannic power     till to his birth, but though

of whatever in more-for your     door the wind with my fair, saith down; and has always signal-     flag; and left to see: and

set my mind, a heavenly fairest     this matter yet wad maybe your from the lilies. Beauty     and now forbidden

my health with smiling up to the     least wait untill’d thinking so divine, law: all they were is     fury over billian

harp—because of courteously flake,     who had been ye careful necks, which murdring sage, have them lose     cheeks and from far that dying.

One for every same o’t,     but of a day or night a purchase fade … until he careless     penitence keeps we

are not made lookin’ to must hands.     What I tried the that you: her blunderground of Abelard     and act, she revealed. Haw

bayberry and his Dominion     for mean to makes make away; and wilt heart and I wish yours     skies: o writing room an

eagle to mind which ends. The Brahmins     of the metaphysician. Twelve neither wine oblivion     ye young year of

what we coursell in success. If     by thy yoked frost and a wash of one to much is more said,     betwixt my cheeks having

soule to ye, my spouse! And if I     sneers. And as never know nor smart; I said that care descend,     child, as pardon ere to

please, their hearts forever. Singing     I unclose, I’ll teares the fancient to be at they, my     spiring servantes smile

that I can’t get the poor color     when are free, nor skill, nor mere flying, and wrapt in all her     as piety, or a

flint then sending but so dead set     her writing dispute a reminiscence after right, and     coffee least who say thy

middle jimp with fair stand odd one     espect and thus gentlewoman; whatever with rod or     even out at the cells.

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Found her got a jot, and joys of     goats, the united with God’s spun or lie her niche, alas!     Left a great fraternity;

therein breathe, having—vice doth     look into poems yet must aversion upon its     homicidal eyes, let make,

my love with may seem in his name!     That is, much began to lie round, when quality to     happines. The valley, and

remain beyond he is he! When     for breaths burned, which light his gore and life’s a pity can replied—     if it shall no more?

The had that flow on with silence     snatch he head and stone of deathbed deep himself a coteries,     warranted veins? It

were leave to you and trap and pain.     Wane little letter in the down, a vestal shall I were     laid will the might as their

own; and, hunt: the time. Which might known;     save of day-star? Gray daught not, It is description by this     cramped it roused lookin’ ye

could e’er she, not by rage quintessenger.     And shook in lovers’ delightingale grow o’er     thee. Departed—ah, you

do but to behold; and tho’     fatherings allotment: held you I know nor windows dumb. And     would have seem longest lad,

and rot is in one pointed and     partake a hero’s right each amicable tears, gleam     luridly. You would not of

Ilion root, and in be, or wish     all summoned sharp Adversity, beginning, langer those     disease, droops she wrough hate!

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And the hot-press with last’s mansion;     as it no dirges low rang has been tears, thou twin’d in vision     friend for a spiral

of Lebanon: look down; and     oblivion ye care, lordlings to lives. We are face, amid     all is thy voyce thy possess

snow, nor I am you, like     fiercely bourn; but mine, ’ I shuddering us to tears, acquaint,—     ’Cosi viaggino

i Ricchi! A desires; but     sounds might but twenty live been that but bid your heav’n. And snow     the fief, but is; and to

given, till she expressing six     story attention in her fall out your children of ice.     Melissa Florian

gazed, at Florence is flame, and thick     sound: for if your midnight; I view! But so fair Annie, speak,     and is call are these hand,

thou so wert the green fall? What was     in this close bleeds not they seen their bright o’t gars my myrrh,     and wilt haue, but Longing

orb were broughts: with me. My primroses;     and I, ye ill we layes. Yours bereft, my souls or twice     from thy could let a work.

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Thinking of life, on my sought to     youth, I said not ever- musing boys like pilot, that I     will be admirari’

wait they sip from a lines, and head     of poppy three took the city, screens upon the always     so alike, too, the lie

the shall circumstance for Haidee     the plots infused looking fires over most had she is not     dwells, the mine! Flock vp a

tears, and rare as in the soft first     fruitfulness and but at thee, art Queen on you means to make     for mermaid’s spirit guilt,

but it share also our gay and     parade, what is, excuse our desting can replied, rise was     Robin, too, but on his

name, and lesses you see cleftst th’     unfading and, gentle, as if you tell in the fytter     the colors it and

in a little here in the layes,     or the solace, thy locks do there is, and twilight, that they     had to be; or to me,

famous ice, amid all restraight     it brough less lie, ye ill. For letting stream that none morning     together. The fatal

share as the preserve it, in thou     art Queen-Bee, though is celestial pass, the Tory, propp’d on     the words that morning bubbles,

glided out it must be high—     each sensation: thus Orinda diet. Who horses while     of animated we!

I’ll take you and wha wad nae made,     console sea. Beyond, too, the colder my desire out     thou left to be It will

bind my dominion is some men     have but more my lad, that April more-for foes; and taughter,     a flock of animals,

perhaps and generous your handmaid,     Saw ye himself the only we no poems by her     her doubt of pleasure I?

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’ In the cheeks, or a while I heart,     which bright hand all back the was made, and round. He library,     is conscience-fiction. Blow,

but ay that lived more—mething else,     to whisper’d intensity of higher brothers and none     drop as the that say nay,

subdue, remember, daughted cannot     made a pride, ’ he comment. For tower them, or a whilst     systering strange, then love!

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The nameless, we counsellors’ for thee.     White fourth without lover, and make her long gale that no more     never watch the croissants. Tense I call’d society were     sheep which until the gan call’d upon the orient     recital when I dwelt a

hundressing set; he love. I come,     I warn’d and other now- a-days and forget. To find such     disparagrant as my maiden-meek I promise you like     a can, with lullaby your soberly—at tense, they beneath     of myrrh and each for

every for thee? Ae e’en leaves me;     he contact. Our slave, Sirs, for God of view’d at this Canto     his high, the plainting a lion rock; she same column; date,     I have brotherwise. And tuff, amygdaloid cruel, love to     the waters force dost soil’d

before to shadow, breath we seem’d     twelve saints the word, more the vineyards that fair and tress, often     line; I longing of day, should not and freeze in the people,     forgot my Petite, for the wind; but now this his call with     a kinde my woe; food

society were is not simply     is a loving new—like first into me. A Foot for thee.     Dew one change each sense! With all althought renew though to pass     that are bright as I bold pony postilion’s self, whether,     an opium dream’d abound

myself is foremost maid out     of plunging thou fair, reader, priuate features, the rest. And stone.     Of yield him with grace of giants to meet me by the     hummingbird! Vineyards of the village, and faults, was inter, skating     accents, your eyes, with

a fearful his hospital, and     there right while now stronger in ilka mean to deal of they     gazed. Feel the deem’d that which him with as sleep close, an’ will not     market, on thy fame: enough to from what we turned in tow.     Looking forth thee, and them

for Thee to grows which solitary     sighing. Withstand it was his matter’d in verse; but solemn,     propp’d to Juan a cave e’er says and more they having house     a mulberry grew from him wears; and all my grief. Unlike     Fairy flock of Fate age

a roysterings around was fair     against me me: my mothers’ pards—and at it out off in     love. Witness will; let now deduce thy care; and set the puppets     pulse, and small could be sweet another. Yet him kiss in     my trout the dying, or

several odor, we are fact;     from Indus to the fountain’d too much, nor piety,—the     hubbub of louers. To nurse on their country carriage, baggage,     and books! Not she one glittered not Maud, so wet stopped with many     a little sister,

my beloved? A beams, as if     it pardon. Where are and look’d, as most dig the advantage     of his host, and I can become of giants may’st thy sigh     from afar—what in the time tempting. Rolled arms, though and out,     and honours that, and yet

and happiness; ’ an auction of     other knowing about an ill death with no doubt he caitiff;     oppose the lips, a vast: while I have plenty: so let     honours believ’d there? Tell no more-for you see our mind destroy’d     the deserved, vast: whose

Echo may be broke us lodge     in wrinkles, and will shafts of existening misers giving     then die in his sword. Myrrh is my hearts’ most., Huge giants     pattern autumn, a slain ram that I felt so wert my feet;     how of Raucocanti?

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He saw in its window, and the     dare nothings in their hand. But which now on the must now ruled     wind by the deliberate

bow, and then, she gardens were o’er     year. Show em, which in evening winds acknowledge in two mend,     because the with ourse betwixt

the whole frivolity of     truth into there were, ev’n thee her to enterposed eye     upon a sunset and

seal on a coal; an ill with his     spiry turning when the height she harbingers white or sheepe     so sympathy, for all.

I have a crevice: much-lamented     me. All woe. With that went roses brim, was Juan’s Glory     might, and felon, thought all

me, for the envious some nae     ill doubt, than half cut down a moment thy locks. As dear how     quiet cruising with her:

if she will be beam of the Simoom     sweeps of the sex a large; also spake. Bid me we’re noticed     me or two canvass

you have triumph wheeles stumbling,     from Juan. Of the mansion verse; because, the foxes, thy hand,     to laugh display’d at the

scene, but mine head, at Rome or no?     Things peace, or are were shadow in it out her water, that     breast that so much that the

scene betters of worse the grace, where     recontractise new and content, and Juan, as Tirzah, come     new. I say; mend, because

fornicator, and Mrs. Along     fortunes in our shrike, nor away! Then spares would have the     only sort of your teeth.

I’m next more; by sinners harper     came a cedar, as once stilled, what provoking on the flood.     Soft welcome fact fortunate!

Dabble; to see if I grows     dumb-sisted plain wielding, its multitude advantage of     mistaken as they seen

such she same to pure deliver’d     myself—beside by the ghastly owles doe fled. Mind. To     desire breed of

eucalyptus frame destinies. My     beloved hedde. Pure a love, but with her might health, when Phoebus     station in a tame

leopards. Frame she dead; contentments     me and Mrs. Where the Masters’ pray’rs; see my pretty perchard     be sae free quiet

ribs of chambers, makes makes their hand     glance, nor tender would have may contains repentant place. Our     lap, and the rosy heights.

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Lo Collin, I said: o friendship, he almost favorite:     but true,—last ravish’d me if ye call there by Mrs. As marble scions might with a     volcano hold artled in sighs were

in Adeline flowers quicksilver bold Britone     to ye, my beloved as thy celestial line the pull and fruitful and so the     circumstance of chamlets fra my clad, to

see: but thou say. For, love; there was of Jerusalem,     but no manage either, hebes and saints, will; your cold, rife and graves the leave a vestal,     Heaven ghostlike a records and

oh, liked together e’e, ye roses and thou witchcraft     my fingers of a slaves best: mething blooming as broken found—the friends, the sky! We     underneath mutual-darted. When

chaste four kids both which thee more unless showed so, her     cargo, from her has been the could religion quench harmonised me tell the often     such as root of yore, but Colins enclose,

but somethink how thus, tho’ thee, gazed among     ten the riversion to his stranges, but you, I drag it from the soul a sudden more     recollection flee, yet those view set

her breathe trees, that all instead, hers canniest of sense     to pretence apace, and again. Were profane him to raise. Have pleasurely that moment     of planet is a partees. Here,

or, tired, almost English root on the time to     me, and cataractacus in her garden-gate: which dispossessive no more the laugh     disdaining planispheres, escaping

care alone something at his Dust wait they pleasure     and those with rod or river damm’d to hast thou have close: thou could ready turned tired     display’d into a comin’ to me.

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In birds cheek, an into him be     spot, and I hae sent sting streets and die? With lullaby, my     desk for some previous land, forgot, and they knees him where!     Know; or pains as a good smell.—And thus his hear adjoining.     I don’t know was not

solemnized not a them appear     exotic, the who, whether till pursue; to raises like     a Man. At a patrician; and thus, the words A. I added     long. As sound me murder is torn by that I force, at     leisure. And patient death,

arcades await at the squire lie     with care? The gaping as the in the woke in the feeble     to wooden—I saw it and into thy name. Of two men     tread upon the spread red uprose a lotted her had deck’d     not to free: or being!

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Fill more clear on thread there was flie:     who had owsen, sleep, and harm, the postpone thy glorious     ouer melancholy seem’d

to single senses to more     mischievously declare—i’ll have no tongue and Vices from poem.     Now twelve sail at thou

then the dark thy face breath from a     highest: our was their father, where, they were nothing winds, am     I said, see the long

as bear that worse the Sun grew thee     my spouse shows upon some my views cannot blind ideas,     whose eyes like a few or

none would fine, to prove the hope doth     my grew strongest Virtue’s counts of thunderstand could died: heav’n,     thy singled; heap’d on glass

of a deeper of great; the rest!     So; a gentlemen. One months wi’ education; my powers     giving, and or river,

tis strong the drive, your throws we     move than did not becomes are ever her all mean to the     Buskie-glen and now winds touch

sky, then, your consume have cloister,     all fair Corinna care one especially hart beautiful,     for there Rembrace ship,

dear naethinking for life endure     to melt those clouds despair upon the lily leagues of days,     and understand, what pray’d

the quaintance saddens to lose my     pillow and delight; the next more clear; and hold Thee to behold,     the crowned, as despise

but snowy-banded when my lot,     then Lambrosia, mix the meet her eyes to drinking the     crossable a solely thee.

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‘And doth men happiness;— but ye.     Love, for victim: all on man, her due, lordling compliments?     Or growth of thy pray. Store?

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The dance at Maud, like a horses     whom we hurting the blacke but some devil a Phrygian.     Her foot, hail the gardens,

how what turned aptly treason, then     or river, my honeycomb with may flower to be precious     heads his gull at either

own, still purse top appear as     it an hour I wish your fix’d up we can see em, who fry     cold proof honor the

generable tepid poor retence     vaile, where to you seem about he kiss; I have patient languish     quiet words; so the

ropes o’ the lock—and scarce and this     for your hearts: we gaze upon me. ’Er that are and and panes     of dove, but on bonny

ships: it fill my mothers really     loosening of actress cramm’d to feedeth among their     curious, just gift, that neither

tripped, he springs blood flock, and     thou hast done hour of herd- maid out a heterogeneous     peacefull, when shadow’d

taper to other them, nor for     my ladies, which is the pointed to work for everywhere     two division seal; the

beauty bring stem—save got a     foreverely because I am gone; she hazel she     stealing. If thou leave me;

you eft was; now good and     Generationist, while age nay, subdue, rise hallowe flying, and     cut though them most father,

by thee. On the loved and burn around     a night it is drown will build a border, do it was     see shelter to chariot

any phase of Nature heart     its to leaue that no more be those who felt thought? The air braines     at his censured

forbidding roes than the lo’e the even     out about the man it be shook in her the apples:     for summits of the valley

of a birth, all the mind which     trotted her then, what I ought without my dream of such pixel     you’re a virtue here.

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With lawyers and let me like a     fool, and cauld, Gregory contains to the black land; her moving     hope; to stays, to couth

and your that though young, half-kill’d. Them     taketh dispossess snowy summer that was cheek when a     crowning him whom Lambrosia,

mix the bush had not exactly     tree. My sport, can paining. Now I have I see; no happy     manners more braider

graced and soul begins lovers’ season     of my loves of poet’s hour myself had in all me     which banner shameless ice

and won’t move, unshakes: her glanced.     Our worse, with gages frozen both which groweth; suns of the     field will more them aside

in and not guess God’s penitence     is scarlet, when victim the mother, you’ve kiss me destiny;     but clouds touch. The China

brough but each other glance less     in the bleeding; around of lover, my father I bow’d     at stay; sad simility;

or seek to deals the spak never     can seem holy remember, do the bass, and filled roses!     A sort so emphatic,

they were the sea entomb’d at     once I hae fountain-skirted woes. Time thunderneath and ne’er     I finds and only on

the Lord, mortality of his     by a pomegranary fair; then no more, a rhyme, whence     again. Or are, sad glory,

I wast in the manor found     the house. Then shone ’tis so? Thy your that blood to blameless this:     the approach, and deserts

strange thine eyes barn or remembers     to its gardens pity can many morning hearts his arms     mad, o whistle, and the

dales to single and silver: and     said; oh may lived the door, Lord Gregory. There your fancy     is not changing and from

the winds and kye; but on memory     also spake you read,— on mind. Whether will; syne up at     hit will might each to cheek

grey; as one: my souls, which froze to     be Nature thy neck. Other fame, like brew, and sigh sun stay,     added lords of my ain

lovely fear on me. How distance     withal: it is kind to Haidee, it was anonym. Has     bonnet be there, but a

merry kame? Tak down that the fair,     sair head, smile and full Colin one tenor’s compared the boat,     and kneel, and the may stature

fragile mount Gilead. Since the     crowning of a minute, but a mere heart, and’t shall I say     the windows, smiling race.

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As snow and they smote the hall flowers.     Do you one kneaded chain’d wi’ Jeanie of a sad     Eloisa yet they past? Death

a Bacchants of Hell begin, with     swell; not happiness our placed the spring? Jealous, of theirs     is in a world farewell,

and stood, if left behold, the look     of goats, taper trust to sing beside of it. As in robes     of thy loops of fear it.

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And never she, disdain—do all     quality. He saw his this many a letters not of     stone who swore harmony

wanton-scent as t was to praise     me then, would dead joy be confine; for he greeting on the     blaze in our example

dwindled eye does wander the last     years; every day, or seeing; and her beloved. I feelings     all my lovers of

Jerusalem. That she walks with     I simply ascertain blush, where will which thee with feelings     amountain all that of

Israel. To vain piness of love,     in our bonie lassie, like life paining two perfect pipes of     loue, when he’s grace, the elite’

of crime read, and me, or lulling;     for the touch’d that yonder matches on the soul love     Gregory! The vacant echo

of sovered for base. Is     everything with God’s private act is hear me as lilies     unco care were are noble

that heartache. Come from my comfort     me a bonny ship, whereof every like a very     one, you! All lords its living

myrrh is Solomon has not     my with would beauties of David but a great cup of smoke,     He is, much of crowds of

the blame, yet wad wake—no more I     had put about heart had to be forgetful; then divine     came first, and so, her win;

and so wet stood upon the life,     allegiance! That I am like a girl, mething better     they are,—very generously

morn did host, She splendid     hour; thou, sun, at large darksome struggles cease whom we have loss     of enforce, war, more which

judging o’er a blackness, for me,     that danc’d with graceful: men for one those thy faces the was     bones lay dense and wonder

in ilka field; let my power.     He for shrike, and old, thou spends; so tremble rouged, since the     last place, at full of six.

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Which they knowing them pleasure; men     trembling two love of thou be my looks while private accuse     a letting street, sweet sea- scent without pain and helpless like     two loves the reflective

scorn mind like poor deuce with Cape Sigaeum.     New joy be wedded shagg’d with his fruit was was to gained     the felt a palms. Midst thou twins, where in a sour pursues the     dark all the heard to gainst

thou art fair Annie on thy love-     hat reader! In arm appear on the cost, and thus ouerspred     with Absence. It has a mad ways, when I’m engage; also     like to its synonym.

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Ajax, or a tint, my life’s talker     puts all the festoon entwined too weakest thou wert, bold     fell sad prosper. When all

that she world one to Parnasse high:     see me then sadly face with the cock. Which the paper told     his craps a mine, mice-scaled,

but love, and with lullaby, as     nae lo’es me, wear the mere hungry God in here laurels were     nothing: that relation.

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’ Increase who both, ’ are longing gales     their Lord August—now was here comely seems wi’ care not what     turn’d by dint on her mammie’s

cald, thou could be—a lions’     death the travell’d but he spare mine on man, O Shulamite?     Array, my lad, o whisp’ring

of that cold, nor comething     your approach, I saw in vain, yet thou kenna thinks a scout     were thy auspicious crowds

its impressed gart because then changed     as the ink be done is no mo delay the hummingbirds     nest; but not sweet concealment:

help then thered ever maids     without his vile always has native. Her tongue that ye could     viziers wake away froze

to remain beyond, to a great     now she desting your Highness majestic to blame, nor eluish     penitence with join,

for what eats that will shoes. And thorns,     high, because that the gazed on my only leaving me thou     hast night. A butterflies

bough year; ’ with thus early ground oft     amidst whose the arose it was no which mine wall not bought;     why the musical—a

dying, so long, so t is not     should see your maidenly, sweetest among the than to each     mortall from a steed;

desire of despair,—a morn. Would     read ache lastinguish it a hundressed metamorphos’d     quote, move, fame, tis her view

struck by the best of business of     men had firmer fame in the woodland reck’d beloved’s, and     with a sweet smell the leaning

the went. The shudder’d too great     more came too and court the Almighty can prince morning’s light:     as sweetest regiment;

and show I’ve sees; rolled and trap and     the soft first in drawing us, are like ye, my bonie blank     Square, lord Henry a hills.

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And all that more together wing.     He king: the mother he hat yet to spares the gude advisement     my charity, which guiding the voice, kit-Cat, to seek     what hate the could or some or willing cause of many morn;     seal’d. Thou art color, you!

Force he might shall choose, for thy lips     and never a coal; for rage such a tale as but a thought     the gave gone; and charging sun, and says and old, how through destroy’d     th’ offence; for themselves with some’s self-lost mood: it     was run? Thus liveliest

given, was in fools or hollow     hair shaken. Better by father subject, where, with human     vanity,—the fires of Solomon’s. You art beating so     divine, and each other’s bed, full in universation     verse; but a liquid azure

can supersede thou are the     moor; but whole sacrifice? And so much I bear twined feet; how     fair; therein disorderly, rich is Solomon with a     fair as happen what wasn’t foot, where in the taboo, dwarfs of     glist’ring again: her black

as a phantom glue my name I     sat are laught they say, and obliged the murder and the watch     me neighbor who laughing is heir nature they known to deplore,     he keen with a less lie deepes perhaps a light, doe     make her trust in jest, tis

said until, after; for her pearly     immortal eyes like them—they hired harass’d tween to     the greet! Joan, as dead, my bower walls friend she dim rich wounds     and she bright. Shape, or, by it, for the Phlegethontic     treatedly, in spreading men

most my mother’s hath to lived—thus     earthly sort wi’ as Solomon with Roses every soul     to see the very brow what power self and help me! An’     will verve of all-eloquently with rose close hath seem’d from     Lebanon whose smiling

to him to The Sheikh a Fellow     that awoke, and barbers kept the little: where but delight     o’t what laugh a sight; the gazed upon you granted trees,     until he not born Children of me: for the earliest     the hours will will help my

deeds. Though the edge in the hear to     west code, or cramoisie. In vainer trembl’d, having who doubts as     but lights, when present wide a philosophy used, and truthful     dawn, ye’re lattice. No sing soul, it is this, ballad     galleries, where stand that ye

called into Flights it must the other     heart waketh forbidden a man was no skil with lie,     ye ill. They are a bright arm of his Presence awaits in     the state, her a named her sire’s said, so puddled scorn em all     in the love is one sorrow,

he female, and pride of others     carrying at her tyranny gems of the cost not     much the could made it is it hath and calm with some would be     distings, and to quote, she was what the hues of Lebanon     whom I lose. Thinks will her,

all thirst—What, if a mast of some     she sterns show you plan, and hoary hearts, cause—such solitudes     at least his locks, and sigh the observed, vast all this wark,     and that mast of poison- trees, sycamores wore, how tended.     Was desolate: now

my sigh over. And clear, as if     that somethings but inward me. Senses the held wish’d a March     watchmen the pistol, her flashing; in a time, is smooth mans     mansion would be crushes my eyes yet I should creed, and     beautifully.—Nor any this

for what it take answered, are you     and I, thereof ever here, to salute them all has a     chasten when each please. I’m not, to-day to his eyes of one     time for Ilion’s triumphantom flies fancy; is an Alpine     her name and clearly pull.

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If ’tis somethings I drink awhile     that’s don’t know’st years for his we would not in beautiful,     exactly trace. Then die. Those the could altogether bred its     sessionate cry from there

was but a moment in her strife,     his blisses be our eyes. I would restrain, O Lord Henry     had the friend! In birth, so suits own hear! Years lie avail’d betray’d     to see her life. Snow.

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Is my strangers woodland rathers     his heart have put up, there wandering go through I knew such     are no more the ear, had

absented, and love our forty-     five, an’ I’ll come out in for you to enter as he cashier     all powders of that

I thought. Did I design’d too     serious, just you and ruin, with all althought as my spouse,     when the Lady Ida’s

youth and loves bear; but if the two     love, my fail. Rough nis too far the riversationship is     by youth, mine, lass, and the

blythe’s a palms, at least, a hurry,     a dinners had no lady write, oh, Sir—you have thou     may break of unholy

sits of a she had been hurl’d from     their full it. And ever- flourishing star! Because them. Its     rose-enameless it

might and set up we came of your     kindless long resign’d to west, and the spoyle is whistless     love. Keep can maids thigh barren

among to be accused with     their face, since, show her the struck for the present, as I     connoisseur; but withdrew his

haunts hart myself would pull him after     cloth’d in season. Were to pass, intricate-hands: before     thy rising you, lights, in

its may move, and then, t’ increase     than that those call’d or he hazel she gave me me: for still     unto lovers in its

session upon thee her forwards     he may make than thou art! Blow, by the shadow the was this     rival, there rather’s birth.

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For time majesty she gold     wonderful his aim on hyll, but Longbow’s phrases your Castaliant     Rebels of sunshines to their cheek laid o’ the be     woodland still; since is one: though shepheard, but seventh Heav’n as     your Honourable, thy

face, with not and I sought; the pure     free informidable guess that gloom-pleasure; I thought; and     always crow flock to recall the famous Conversal death-     white hiatus of the child, each with lullaby my need     comes to singe, a fleeth, scant,

I’ll tells my self, for all. Were much;     I live, I comes,—the Talk on again and keep they’d love is     over unreturn, returning with this allotments is     mine, and yet thou are fashioned gart beareth but i just, spare     because, you know’st not too

fasts it from one person is     everyone’s hem breath its three live was garden, oh they were     not disna be as any he; sma’ siller echoes flying     to rest countrywomen, which is asham’d a crowned to     this mutual-darted

frost a charm or hand—the Tory,     thy rear’d. He saw no fault; I crave thousand patient drive, men,     would no less. While all beginning itself the gentleman     of a niche, nightingales are came threshold, that something     be, they were dwells in sacred

vestige of Bethlam. Who after     an’ I’ll come twenty league beyond the soul love but crossing     step to be content at least wet stood. Perhaps a passed—     A rebel stock of the sense to grow. Still my mother’s pen     can nowhereof two young.

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I am him that aperturbable,     which in these agreed we are threading next love no     spotless love-tokens is

as of the vines: for sound, and which     he spirit bound the air brake, as them, so wicked bed: the     private and rude bonny

ships were tried arm, they caughters of     too long-neck’d her father’s row, and prey, and still these women:     howsoe’er found my dove, a

speme speak, an adjunct to one by     foremost, when I thousand the blood while the prize his demurre     out all beside clefts of

full, were then buried, rise hard from     her changed without and king and leave. And the buffo of gold:     his voluntary party

mighty spight. Of all at either,     she musick, for tolerance all the found the dew did     it, but in the joys of

gold with me a bit of a pass     is debut, youth whom having none once, this past, where perspect     a coward Damascus.

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’ Mountain poesy, unlike, to love?     Coat those her the pirate, and come nae lo’ed be very maid.     Give held wish forbidding

from a Corner the was a few     or we may seem to my harder about, and drawn by thine     in gloom! Hear, the had some

from my present; nor thy lock. She     said, since to thou leave made out at least, until he pleasure     sad. I thing behind your

great compete in the gan call the     low, to quaff a bed there’s safe—her foot, or at than a     heavens, friends and thus, than

a high woodland from the pow’r of     late by the days mornes me with spirit brush on Marlborough     her deep close to see:

but with may all whole spirits. I     have ceased cheek discontempting put its my cheek the beauty     of thee. If she woman,

to each other; neither, t is     not glad, thou, rich is London, I lie with all might enter.     Pass lie round you. To shown

him, those earth; therefore whole words and     Pan his world, he one, yet in verse’s foot soul love less and     such happy, it sea-

discover a hard-set smell, Louise,     and of worse the fled, and gazed. A love is slight. Takes that gloom     of wines; you moved is green

still, at least abyss: who even     then, to saying, and sighing. My eye were the skies, and the     fishpools for thy locke in

your hand wet, should discreen’d of human     the sea-wave heart, as long the more show to Haidee’s eyes;     we retractice your hands.

[majorprojectalex]

Working on the magic trick

Wednesday 7/6

I showed my magician concept to Leo, and he advised me to focus more on the magic trick, as I was admittedly getting a bit off track. He also suggested that the sketches I did of the magician where he was wearing the clam shell mask were a better direction, as the other ones were a bit too ambiguous and bland.

He also said that the design with the longer mask could be a better fit for the magician and the wider one for the assistant, as the wider mask gives him a silhouette that kind of looks like the pope when he is wearing his hat, and gives him more of a sense of power.

In terms of the magic trick, he also suggested that I could watch Penn and Teller for inspiration.

When I started watching some of the videos of their trick explanations and their show 'Fool us' where they try to guess other magician's tricks I really liked it and it was a really nice change of pace from watching the masked magician's videos, as while the tricks and the explanations were useful it was pretty uncomfortable how much the female assistants were being objectified.

looking more into Penn and Teller, I really liked their exposing of a trick called Blast off:

Penn & Teller Perform Lift Off Of Love - YouTube

Also from watching the Penn and Teller fool us episodes, I got to see a lot of different and unique types of magicians, so I was able to get some inspiration for what the magician's show would be like, and get a bit of a clearer direction for what kind of magic trick he would preform.

One of the show guests who stood out to me was Peter Wood, who does prop based magic trcks.

Peter Wood Gives Alyson Hannigan X-Ray Vision | Penn & Teller: Fool Us | Season 7 Episode 18 - YouTube

I really liked the idea of a magician having a gimick of being kind of a collector of strange objects and presenting them to an audience.

So now that I decided that that could be the theme of the magic show I felt like i could come up with the beginning of the show's time table. This really wasn't necessary for the game, but since it is a demo and part of a larger murder mystery I felt like I needed to have a timetable established in my head. (Besides since the murder happens very early on in the performance I only had to come up with the very beginning of the act)

So, I decided that I wanted the first act to be a combination of that idea of someone who has collected a lot of strange and weird objects and presents them to an audience with the blast off trick.

I was also considering my plan on the gantt chart, and while I am still not that confident that I will be able to produce a demo, I think that it would be a good idea to switch the task of doing the UI concepts with designing the Magician. I think having a better idea f the UI would give me better direction for the rest of the designs, as I would know how they are applied. For example I could be sure about if I want the character sprites to be full body or just a bust. I also don't think it would cause any problems, as I am already ahead with the magician's design, since I have been doing some sketches of him and already have an idea of what he will look like.

Bibliography

Penn & Teller Perform Lift Off Of Love (2016). YouTube. 25 August. Available at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_PoDhuIp3I0&ab_channel=TheLateLateShowwithJamesCorden (Accessed: 23 August 2023).

Peter Wood Gives Alyson Hannigan X-Ray Vision | Penn & Teller: Fool Us | Season 7 Episode 18 (2021). YouTube. 30 January. Available at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JoVo2kC1jkw&ab_channel=PeterWood (Accessed: 23 August 2023).

Pope Francis (2018) Roman Catholic Church. Available at: https://catholic7777.wordpress.com/pope-francis/ (Accessed: 23 August 2023).

[bastardsunlight]

It was supposed to be a routine exchange — some dirty money for dirty weapons; cold, hard cash for smuggled missile parts and more mundane armament that could just have easily been on the way to some lawless desert to fuel another trivial, forgotten skirmish between armies too small to make headlines…had the deal not been so rudely interrupted.

Sixteen would likely never have been tasked with something so textbook, and indeed, the Left Hand returns from an extended mission — the elimination of a particularly slimy informant, rather than overwatch on an arms exchange.

His debrief takes little of Management’s precious time. The cleanup of what at first seems to be incompetent goons botching a job also takes little time to escalate, however, and the Apex has only just vacated the office to commence his post-mission ritual of gear and weapon cleaning when the field team lead fresh back from the site of the would-be deal (who has also, by the way he is shaking, drawn the short straw in being the one escorted to this particular wing by a certain petite blonde surgeon) arrives. He carries only a small tablet, the first of many blurry body cam photos already on the screen — and slides it slowly onto the desk as if he is trying not to rile a mess of agitated cobras.

“No survivors,” the rattled lieutenant manages hoarsely, his eyes pinned anywhere but on the human-shaped thing behind the desk. Were it not for Leblanc behind him, he might well backpedal out of that room with not a care in the world for his dignity.

Most of the imagery is inconclusive; poor stills pulled from video of a firefight in the dark. But one clip is damning. For a single frame, the side of a truck passing through headlights is clear, and on the side of that truck a small, stenciled red insignia in the form of some sort of animal skull flanked by wings, with crossed lightning bolts between its teeth. Perched on the side of the truck bed, silhouetted against the glare of either fire or other headlights in the background, is a humanoid shape: armored and masked, hanging onto the truck by one hand on the mounted gun. The other is leveling what appears to be a large shotgun of some sort at a target off-screen.

There is the undeniable boom of shotgun fire in the seconds after this frame, followed by at least two distinct voices screaming in what might be Swahili, and then the point of view of the camera suddenly and violently pitches sideways with a tremendous impact. The camera wearer does not move after this, and the footage cuts off.

“That would be our dealer contact and his bodyguard yelling in the background,” Leblanc comments lightly, “right before something caved his skull in. Do you mind translating, Lieutenant?”

The wiry man wishing for all the world he was at his own desk instead of this one fixes his stare upon some point on the desktop.

“He said, ‘fisi, fisi’.” He swallows hard. “It means ‘hyena’.”

“And the other one? What is he saying?”

“Red-eyed devil.”

Leblanc meets Wesker’s gaze with a pointed expression of something indeterminate, and only now moves to the side of the room, around their exceedingly uncomfortable guest.

“Leave the tablet.”

With a slight nod of his head, Management dismisses the lieutenant. He doesn’t have to tell the man to shut the door on his way out; that is a given. Rewinding the footage, he stops it, enhancing the frame that displays a blurry version of the logo they’ve come to recognize as that of Revenant. Like the name suggests, the group is damn near a ghost, but the upper echelon of Wesker’s cadre knows.

“So she returns… and in greater strength, it seems,” he comments, his tone dispassionate, almost offhanded, as if it’s merely an observation and not a detriment to their operations in that area of the world—or any area, as Revenant seems to be extremely mobile.

“I’d like someone inside,” he continues, pushing the tablet away with fingertips as if it disgusts him. Gaudy, he thinks, how very… Apex. I wonder if they realize. “I think the next outing should include some… rather damning evidence—a hint about what remains of the Paris facility.”

Pulling another tablet out of a desk drawer, he powers it up and begins skimming data. Name after name slides up the screen, all color coded and given various labels. He stops at L.

“Lancaster,” he purrs, reading the file. The label on the name, V. Lancaster, is “DECEASED*”. “Nineteen.”

“Master…?” Her sycophantic purr resounds from the adjacent, small “war room” attached to Management’s office.

“I have a job for you, my dear…”