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put-me-through-the-wall · 4 months

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Girl Next Door

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x reader

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: Simon is a simple man who doesn't ask for much. Just a bit of peace to come home to. When suddenly you pop in to interrupt his tranquility. Maybe he doesn't completely hate it...

A/N: This is fluff if you squint. Slow burn?? This will probably just be part one if y'all dig the concept. Let me know what you think.

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Simon loves sitting on his balcony in the evening. He loved it before his new neighbor moved in. He wasn't the type to be overly concerned about the actions of other tenants. If someone was too loud, he'd just turn up the television. Banging from upstairs, he'd play some music. Smoking pot outside, that's fine he smokes cigarettes. And he was never one to meddle in others personal lives. He sought sanctuary in his alone time.

While unlocking his front door one day he couldn't ignore the soft grunting coming from down the hallway behind him. He turns to see someone coming out of the stairwell with a box so big he can only make out a pair of hands on the sides and little legs coming out the bottom. He watched as you waddled all the way to the door right next to his own. You drop the box with a huff, leaning forward on the cardboard to catch your breath.

"Hi neighbor," you greet between pants. You're wearing some baggy clothes and a beat up baseball cap, wide eyes staring up at him from under its brim. Just a hint of sweat speckling your temples. "Sorry for the noise, I promise I'm not a normally noisy person." you smile.

"Hope not," he grunts and enters his own residence. Closing the door firmly without a second look.

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The next day while he's drinking his morning coffee and going through his emails he is disturbed by a politely quiet knock on the door. When he looks through the peephole he sees you again. This time with your hair down, wearing a sundress. Looking a lot more put together. You're holding a tray in your hands. He opens the door but does not release the door chain, leaving only a crack in the door to reveal himself.

"Can I help you," he grumbles in a flat tone.

"Hey neighbor!" You don't let the small allowance of space dampen your spirit or at least you don't show it. "I made some cookies. I'd like to think it's good luck to christen a new place by making something sweet in it. The recipe ended up making way more than I planned for so I figured it would be the neighborly thing to do to offer you some." You give your brightest smile hoping to win him over.

"I don't like sweets," he states.

"Oh, really? I thought everyone liked sweets..." Your shoulders slump the smallest bit as you pause for a moment in thought. "Well, I've got a baked ziti in the oven. It should be ready in about thirty minutes. I could pop by and drop off some when it's done, if you'd like?"

"Yeah, no thanks." He doesn't allow you to respond when he closes the door in your face. Simon is a distrustful man by nature and he won't let a sweet girl with a tray of goodies change that. They did smell really good though. He can't help himself when he looks through his peephole to watch you leave. You let out a defeated sigh and shuffle back to your apartment next door.

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A few days later he runs into you again. He steps into the elevator, presses the button for the lobby, when he hears a familiar voice calling.

"Wait, hold the elevator please!" You shout down the hallway. You jog towards the lift, trying to get your purse on your shoulder with one hand while balancing your phone, keys, and a travel mug in the other. Your jacket is only half on and the straps on your shoes are undone. Simon groans under his breath but, out of a second of sympathy, he holds his arm out to block the doors from closing.

"Thank you," you say breathlessly and duck underneath his outstretched arm. "I'm a running little behind this morning."

"No problem." His eyes remain forward, watching the doors slide shut as the two of you start descending. You finish putting on your jacket and run your fingers to settle your frazzled hair.

"Can you hold this for a second?"

"Uh.." He doesn't get a chance to answer when you're thrusting your warm cup into his hands. He watches as you shove your phone and keys into your purse then bend down to finish buckling the straps on your shoes. Unbothered when your skirt rides up your leg exposing your upper thigh.

You stand back up, straightening your blouse. "Thanks again" You take the cup back allowing him to shove his hands into the pockets of his jacket. "Hey, I'm sorry if I came off as strong the other day."

"It's fine"

"I'm not the best with first impressions." He doesn't respond so you continue. "I didn't mean to intrude either. I'm sure you're a very busy man. Me too, I'm pretty busy with work and stuff. I write for the paper. Well, I am writing the cooking column right now but I'm hoping to get bumped up soon. Maybe something like crime would be cool. What about you? What do you do for work?"

The elevator's ding signals you've arrived at the lobby. As the doors open Simon turns to his head slowly to look at you and nods towards the open doors.

"Ladies first"

He wasn't fooled by your clumsy persona, he could feel an ulterior motive in you. He watched as you sauntered off. You are much more professional now, as you pull out a pair of sunglasses and slide them on. He watched the way your hips swayed in your tight skirt. You looked over your shoulder and smiled sweetly at him. Simon waits until you're pushing open the glass paneled double doors before he heads out of the lift himself.

As you make it onto the city sidewalk, a man runs right into you, causing your coffee to spill down the front of your shirt. You gasp as the hot liquid splashes onto your freshly ironed blouse and down your chest. The man hardly pauses before redirecting around you looking irritated. You spin back around with a huff and shove back into the lobby, pacing to the elevator.

"Hold the door, please" you groan, marching back while Simon blocks the doors again, containing his laugh into a tight smirk.

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Whenever you caught a glimpse of Simon you were quick to skip over and start a conversation. Which was quite a bit. It seemed he was always running into you. The elevator, the apartment gym, while taking out trash, in the parking garage, as he unlocks his door. Most of the conversation being one sided. He was starting to learn more about your life, all the information against his will, of course.

You were a recipe columnist, also a great cook. You liked dogs but really wanted a cat. You were a single child. You moved here to get a fresh start after a bad relationship. You don't have many friends, that one is pretty obvious.

Then one night, while Simon is trying to enjoy a smoke outside on his balcony he's disturbed by loud shouting in your apartment. Not in your usual bubbly tone, no you sounded angry. He couldn't understand the words you were saying through the glass of your patio door. Then a deep voice is shouting back at you. After a few minutes of listening to the back and forth, your front door slams and then there is stillness. The moment is interrupted when you storm onto your own balcony, slamming the glass door shut behind you.

You brace yourself on the railing edge. He watches your shoulders heave with a few heavy breaths then start to shutter. Your head falls weakly into your hands and you begin to cry. Cry hard at that, sobbing that shakes your whole body. You cover your mouth to keep yourself quiet but your pathetic whimpers still slip though.

For a moment Simon actually feels bad for you. In fact he feels angry, angry at whoever could have made you feel that way. Sure, you could be annoying at times. Okay annoying all the time but he has never heard you say a harsh word about anyone before. He can't fathom what you could have possibly done to deserve such harshness. You are a sweet girl. He considers saying something to comfort you in some way but after another minute of watching you cry meekly into your hands he thinks maybe not. It would be better to let you be alone. His own patio door is still open, perhaps and can slip back inside with you noticing...

Then he drops his lighter.

Your head turns sharply to the direction of the clattering plastic against the floor. You lock your watery eyes with Simon and he feels an unexpected pang in his heart. You swiftly wipe your eyes and brush your ruffled hair in place the best you can. Even in the dim lighting illuminating from the city below he can still see how flushed your cheeks have become.

You draw in a shaky inhale before speaking. "How long have you been out here?"

"Not long," He sees your eyes flick down to the half smoked cigarette between his fingers, giving away his lie. "You want one?" He asks, unsure how to comfort you.

"I don't smoke," then a pause. "Can I just have a bit of yours?" Your voice is so feeble it's almost a whisper. As you look at him with big round eyes and pouty lips, he can't deny your request.

He passes the half burnt cigarette over the small stone wall separating your balconies. You're shaky fingers brush against his, careful not to drop it. You bring it to your lips to pull a slow drag. Your eyes flutter shut before you release the puff of smoke, carefully not to blow it in his direction. Simon watches the cloud drift out of your mouth, disappearing into the chilled night air. You lean on the wall connecting your balcony to Simon's. You stare down at the glowing red ember emitting a thin plume of smoke.

"You alright?" It's him this time who breaks the silence.

"Yeah," you mumble, not lifting your gaze.

"You sure?"

"No," you release a tired sigh.

He waits a beat before speaking. "You told me you weren't gonna be a noisy neighbor."

A smile begins to creep onto your face. "I'm sorry, I broke my promise. How can I make it up to you?" When you look at him now, he sees a shimmer return back to your eyes.

You pass the cigarette back over to him. It's basically down to the filter when he brings it to his own lips and takes a final drag, blowing the smoke between the two of you. It disperses around your features while you watch him. He stubs it out in an ashtray on his little patio table. The cool night dries his chapped mouth. He licks his lips and tastes an unfamiliar cherry flavoring. He looks down at the butt in his ashtray and observes the faintest red ring of lipgloss on the smushed filter.

"You know, I could go for some baked ziti."

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Part II

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #call of duty #cod #cod x reader #ghost mw2 #simon riley fic

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oreo-creampie · 1 year

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𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮, 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮/ 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: oral (giving and receiving), heavy praise, some manhandling, overstimulation, mirror sex, hints to reader being insecure about their body, poly, dacryphilia, squirting, all three are so soft for you, daddy/pretty boy/good girl/princess/sweetheart/darling/mama etc..

Suguru rubs circles into your plush clit. Your hips jerk, grinding your sloppy cunt on Satoru's face. Tightening his grasp on your hips, holding you still, curling his tongue. Rubbing your sweet spot, groaning into your clit. You could feel the vibrations deep in your tight cunt.

The pain of Satoru's firm grasp underlying the overwhelming pleasure. Created by Satoru's tongue fucking your soaking wet cunt. Added to by Suguru stroking your clit with one of his thick, soft fingers.

Suguru lifts your head up by your chin, forcing you to look into the mirror. “Darling look how beautiful you are with Toru between your legs." Your jaw drops, your body tensing. The rapturous expression on your face is beautiful.

Suguru croons, "You're so sexy when you're about to cum." You loudly moan, trembling, tightening your grasp on Toji's cock. His large hand overlaps yours, guiding your fist. His fat, veiny cock droops underneath its weight when he slides your hand to the base.

Toji groans, "Toru's tongue feels good in your beautiful pussy, doesn't it? Let us hear your pretty voice mama, otherwise he'll stop, won't you." Satoru groans into your cunt. The vibrations feel so good, making your eyes roll back.

You moan, "Fuuuucck! Pretty boy is so fucking good at eating out my pretty little cunt. Don't want him to stop, wanna keep cumming on his beautiful face." He whines into your cunt, noisy even when he can't speak.

You can't take your eyes off the mirror. You look gorgeous surrounded by three adoring handsome, muscular men. Your head held to Suguru's broad, hard, warm chest with your trembling legs spread with Satoru's head bobbing in between.

Suguru kisses the side of your forehead. "Good girl, you have the prettiest, softest cunt don't you? Say it." He strokes your clit faster, urging you into cumming on Satoru's tongue. He doesn't stop pumping his soft, warm tongue.

You whine, "I have the prettiest, softest cunt, it takes your fat cock and thick cum so well. I love my pretty little cunt, want you to fuck her sore, then cover me in kisses afterward." The captivating sight of a beautiful woman who's about to get fucked by three gorgeous men is getting you off.

Toji groans, "We are obsessed with fuckin' her loose. Your cunt's so hot when she's gapin' open n' painted white." Toji groans, pumping your hand faster. "Nng fuck love makin' her a ruined, sloppy mess." Recalling the hazy, aching satisfied pleasure after Toji, Suguru, and Satoru took turns with your sloppy wet holes.

Your cunt gushes on Satoru's face. Thick clear cum soaks his chin, tricking down his neck, and dripping onto the blanket. Suguru keeps rubbing your clit, making your sensitive pussy spasm. Your eyes roll back, tears trickling down your cheeks.

Toji points out, "Aw she's cumming she hard she's crying from it." Suguru and Satoru are relentlessly playing with your soaking wet, quivering cunt and sensitive, plush clit. And Toji feels so good in your hands.

His thick hardness contrasts the softness of his cock's skin, with thick puffy veins. Making your pussy ache to have him ruthlessly fucking the monstrous cock of his into your little cunt till she's spread wide open and dripping his cum.

You groan, "More, want your cocks! Please daddies let me have your cocks. I'm such a beautiful princess who's addicted to having her pussy played with." Satoru loosens his grip, letting you grind your messy cunt on his face.

Suguru croons, "That's how you're supposed to be talking about yourself. No more self-doubt in how beautiful you are pretty crybaby. You're a good girl cumming so much for us." Satoru kisses your lips, nudging two fingers past, spreading your sensitive wet cunt apart.

Satoru closes his fingers, expressing, "You have such a beautiful little super soaker." Curling his fingers, gliding them deeper, finger fucking your sensitive cunt. Suguru adds more pressure to your clit, and the pain-pleasure is too much.

You whimper, "Nggn Daddy Sug I wanna suck on your cock." Toji lets go of your hand and orders,

"Move Toru. It's my turn with her pretty little super soaker." Satoru pulls away, slipping his long, thick fingers out, and kissing your pussy. Suguru stops playing with your clit giving your sensitive cunt a momentary break.

You tell Satoru, "Get on the bed handsome I can switch between sucking cocks, wanna make everyone feel good. It gets me off making you all feel so good, having every one of my holes used." Suguru scoots further back on the bed, getting on his knees. Satoru stands up, switching places with Toji.

"You want us to use your beautiful body to make our cocks feel good?" He flips you over, grabbing your thighs and pushing you forward. Suguru grabs your hair, pulling you closer. You cry from the satisfying sting and the toe-curling pleasure of Toji burying his face in your pussy.

Satoru gets on the bed next to Suguru, who keeps a tight hold on your hair. "Yes Daddy Ru!" Grabbing Suguru's and Satoru's cock. "Your beautiful princess wants to make you cum. Wanna make Daddy Toji and Daddy Sug cum!" You spit on Satoru's cock, smearing it. Wrapping your lips around Suguru's cock, gliding him deep into your mouth.

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magneto-was-fucking-right · 9 months

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The Ghost Next Door - Chapter 4

Prompt: After suffering an almost lethal injury in combat, Simon "Ghost" Riley expected a dull, and uneventful leave back at his shitty apartment. His new next-door neighbor ruins his plans. Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader (named Riley Thomas for plot purposes)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 5

Disclaimer: slow burn; neighbor!Simon; will eventually contain very graphic descriptions of smut;

Chapter summary: In which Simon fixes his neighbor's leaky faucet and thinks about fixing something else... Word Count: 1.4k

When Riley Thomas had walked into the building’s unreliable elevator that night, barely beating its closing rickety doors, she hadn’t expected to see Simon already inside, sulking. His black hoodie and faded jeans were just as soaked as her woolen jumper and bell-bottoms, her hair in significantly worse disarray as she wiped the rain drops from her forehead, cheeks rosy from the cold.

The young woman hadn’t seen him for almost two whole weeks, the scarce discreet noises stemming from the thin walls hardly giving away his routine – she left too early in the morning to notice signs of movement and usually returned well into the evening, precluding the chance to ever see him return from any possible outings. When she did hear something – anything at all – it was usually late at night, as his tossing and turning in bed caused the mattress’ springs to creak noisily. She knew at least that their rooms fell on adjacent parts of their respective homes (not that she cared), and that he most likely shared her terrible insomnia. If she hadn’t met Simon, she’d think she had no neighbor at all, a vacant apartment next door inhabited solely by a ghost. Mostly silent, eerily quiet.

“Hey! Haven’t seen you in a while.” Her cheeks reddened and she hoped she didn’t look as breathless as she sounded, the quick run from the grocery store to the building tiring her out.

He nodded once in acknowledgement, barely eyeing her, a Chinese food container secured in his large hands. Riley’s smile faltered slowly as she realized he wasn’t planning on indulging her chit-chat. As her hand moved to the elevator buttons, fingers purplish and swollen from the cold, Simon grunted:

“Already pressed’em.” She blushed once again, feeling anxious sweat form in every pore as the elevator doors shut.

“Right…Sorry.” A nervous giggle made its way out her mouth, and she took a deep breath before attempting a new social interaction.

She looked up, observing his side profile as discreetly as possible, eyes fixed on his black facemask.

“Can I ask you something?”

Simon sighed before replying.

“No.”

“Why do you always wear a mask? Got covid or something?” She deliberately ignored his moody reply.

“Would you stay away from me if I did?”

“Maybe.” She shrugged, and the man forced a sickly cough so dramatic she couldn’t help but laugh.

As they reached their floor, Simon patiently waited for the young woman to exit the lift first, trailing behind her smaller frame like a massive shadow.

“I love that place” She pointed at his food from the Chinese restaurant across the street, the delicious smell from its contents having filled the elevator, and now wafting down the hall. “Funny…Never took you for a spring rolls guy.”

Simon rolled his eyes “I usually go for chicken fried rice.”

“That’s my favorite!” Riley smiled excitedly.

“Great.” He replied dismissively as he fished for his keys.

“How’s your leg?” she asked, and Simon halted at her soft look of genuine concern, his keys dangling between his thick fingers.

“Quite decent.” He conceded, eyeing his own thigh. He didn’t limp nearly as much, and he had been as cautious as possible with the sutures she had skillfully provided.

“Great, and I’m sorry if it’s been too noisy lately, I’ve been cleaning up the place and I’m still finding permanent homes for most of my rescues.” Riley grimaced slightly, aware of how inconvenient her presence was as a neighbor.

He shrugged, remaining silent as she kept talking.

“Do you happen to know anyone interested in the German shepherd pup?” She asked with pleading eyes “I love Rex, but he’s no dog for a crammed apartment with other pets.”

She observed him as he seemed momentarily lost in thought, his pensive gaze zoning out before returning to hers.

“I do, actually.” Simon shifted his weight “I’ll let you know.”

“Perfect...I’ll be waiting.” Riley smiled brightly at the prospect as she unlocked her door.

She was just about to bid him a good night when he blurted out:

“I didn’t thank you.” He mumbled awkwardly. They stared at each other for a few uncomfortable seconds. “For the stitches. An’ the groceries.”

A slow, mischievous grin crept up her cheeks, two characteristic dimples dotting them as she replied.

“Day off tomorrow. I’ll be waiting for you to come fix my faucet.”

“But-”

“And I love your new rug, by the way!” She taunted as she quickly scurried inside, leaving him baffled on his doorstep.

He huffed as he looked down at the pink rug she had gotten him – the one he had reluctantly placed outside his flat, those three annoying words right under his muddy boots.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell.”

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“Hold the light still.” A moody grunt.

“I’m trying!” A whimper of despair.

Simon Riley found himself lying on his aching back under his neighbors’ kitchen sink, firm hands holding a rusty wrench that stained his calloused fingers.

He could easily bear the straining of his muscles on the awkward position, as well as Riley’s aptitude to point her phone’s flash to anything but where he actually needed it, if it wasn’t for the dog constantly biting on his boot, and a large, old cat trying to sleep on top of him.

“I’m sorry about Milo.” She frowned as she tried to push her feline companion away. “He’s old and tired.”

“Me and you both, mate” She tried to suppress a giggle at his comment.

“Can I ask you something?”

Simon grunted “Does it matter if I say no?”

“No. I’ll still ask, but your consent would be greatly appreciated.”

“Go on then.”

“What’s your rank?” He couldn’t see her face from where she kneeled beside him, but he rolled his eyes as he pictured her curious expression.

“Non’ of your business, kid.” He huffed as he tightened the pipe.

“Oh, c’mon…Why are you so grumpy today? Grumpier than usual, I mean.” Simon held her wrist firmly from under the sink, startling her. He felt her body stiffen under his touch, tense silence filling the room.

Slowly, softly, he pulled her wrist to the right position, so she finally held the light properly, and if his thumb had merely grazed her soft skin as it parted his, then it was purely accidental. Surely.

Simon felt awkward as he recalled the way her eyes had momentarily lingered on a glimpse of his abdomen when he had first laid on the floor, his shirt riding up as he lifted his arms to work, rolled up sleeves revealing numerous tattoos. A part of him – a part he longed to bury and dissociate from - tortuously replayed the glint in her innocent, curious eyes, the way her lips had slightly parted, and her cheeks and neck heated involuntarily.

As he finished the task, sliding from under the sink and sitting up against the cupboard, Simon avoided her gaze as he readjusted his black facemask.

“Lieutenant.” He conceded, killing the silence between the two.

She tried not to look too pleased about having her way, pocketing her phone and petting Rex distractedly as she considered the implications.

“Regular army?”

“SAS.”

“Wow…A seasoned soldier then.”

“A bit.” Simon groaned as he stood up, his joints cracking painfully.

“That’s the sound of victory right there.” She taunted and he shot her a glare.

“Jus’ turn the bloody thing on.”

He rolled his eyes as she stood upright, saluting him.

“Sir, yes sir!”

“I’m never tellin’ you anythin’ ever again.”

“Copy that, Lieutenant.” Riley giggled as she turned on the faucet. “Success!” She yelled excitedly as there were no more leaks.

Simon nodded in approval, satisfied with his work.

“I guess you’re good at laying pipe.” The young woman joked, winking playfully.

“Shut up, kid.” He turned around, heading slowly for her door so she wouldn’t notice his flushed ears. “Bugger off with your yank expressions.”

Despite being more cluttered, her tiny flat seemed much cozier than his, and he made sure to avoid stepping on her clean carpet as Milo tried to waddle between his feet.

“Leaving so soon?” She seemed disappointed by his quick retreat, but he didn’t dare face her soft gaze again.

Simon stopped by the doorway and stared at Riley’s baby picture on the thrifted entrance table. She was chunky and missing half her teeth, but the same dimpled smile brightened up the dull background. Right beside it stood a picture of her father, his medals humbly kept in a small glass display.

“I can’t stay.”

“Not even for a cup of tea?” He could almost feel how hard she struggled to blurt out the invitation, her tone laced with shyness.

“Maybe next time, love.”

A/N: I'm back! I'm so sorry I took forever to post another part, holidays were crazy! I hope you guys are enjoying it and feel free to drop any feedback or ask to be added to the tag list :) Thank you guys for reading <3

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her-satanic-wiles · 1 year

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October 4th

Rimming, Rain x GN!Reader

Masterlist

Words: 871

Warnings: Rimming; established relationship; fellatio; anal fingering; spit as lube; GN!Reader; semi-public; cum eating; cumswap (terrorising @da-rulah with this lmao);

Taglist: @sodoswitchimage

Author's Note: Hello again, everyone! I just want to pop in again and say that I'm still very much overwhelmed by all the support over the last few days! It genuinely means a lot that so many of you are reading my fics, let alone liking and reblogging them! I love hearing all the kind words you have, and can't wait for you to see what the coming days have in store! I want to apologise for how short this one is... turns out the ghouls were much more difficult to write for than I orginially anticipated.

Want to give a major shout out and thank you to @da-rulah for beta reading all of these, and even helping me on some days when I wasn't feeling the writing vibes!

Without further ado, let the debauchery commence!

🔞 MDNI 🔞

Rain was looking and smelling particularly delicious today, either that or you were just exceptionally horny. You couldn’t tell if there was much distinction, though. He was busy with band practice all day, Papa IV feeling particularly anxious about the upcoming tour which meant he was being harsh to the Ghouls and frustrated at each of their little mistakes. Though Rain made the least amount, he was definitely the most effected by Papa’s stress. It made you want to wrap him in bubble wrap but his intense concentration was too much for you to bear.

During their lunch break, when you knew Rain had finished, you waited for him behind the nearest unlocked broom cupboard and ambushed him when he was alone, dragging him into the tiny room and slamming the door shut behind you. At first, he was frightened, but when he saw it was you he was just confused. Any noises of protest, however, were silenced by your lips capturing his in a messy kiss.

“What has gotten into you?” He murmured in between kisses.

“Hopefully you in a minute.” You teased. “But let me get my fill of you, first.”

He groaned when your lips moved to his neck and your hand cupped his growing bulge. “I don’t have m-much time.”

“I’ll be quick, is this okay?”

“Fast, please!”

Immediately, you dropped to your knees and pulled at the button tying his jeans closed. You made short work of freeing his almost hard cock from its confines and immediately got to work, pulling it into your mouth and sucking on it. Your head bobbed up and down as you made sure to take all of him in your mouth and down your throat as much as possible.

“Oh, fuck!” Rain exclaimed, his hands flying to your hair. When you looked up at him through your lashes, you saw that his head was thrown back and his mask was partially off, lifted by the shelving unit Rain was pushed up against.

Your hands moved up to his waistband and pulled his trousers and pants down to have better access to the rest of his body. Rain felt this and panicked a little, but you’d removed him from your mouth with a pop and replaced it with your finger, getting it wet with spit and readying it to go where you wanted it to. Once again, you took Rain into your mouth, but this time you allowed your wet finger to run over his taint and up to his rim, rubbing at the entrance before sticking a finger inside.

“Holy shit!” His voice came out as mere more than a gasp, followed by an incredibly loud whimper. Rain wasn’t much of a talker when you pleasured him, but he was exceptionally noisy. So many gasps and moans falling from his lips. And when you pushed your finger inside him, he bit his lip and released a small scream.

Soon, his hips started bucking as he began chasing his high - your finger in his hole providing him with more pleasure than he could handle. But this wasn’t how you wanted him to cum.

You removed yourself from his nicely-lubed cock and pulled your finger out of his hole, making him whine at the loss. Then, you placed your hands on his hips and turned him around so his ass was now in your face. Then, with no warning, you dove in.

Your tongue licked from his taint all the way up to his rim and you chuckled when he jumped slightly at the feel of you. When your tongue had reached his hole, you began to lick over the nerves and alternate between licking and pushing your tongue inside. You noticed somewhere between all of this, Rain’s right hand was moving in a rhythmic pattern, and when you pulled away, you saw it was wrapped around his cock stroking himself. “No!” He started. “Please don’t stop. I’m s-so close. Sathanas, please more!”

You giggled and dove back in, gripping onto his thighs for support. Your own centre was very much alive with arousal, and you were desperate to touch yourself to his little whimpers. But his pleasure was your priority at the moment.

“I’m so close! Please! I’m gonna cum!”

You began to lick his hole faster, trying to match the pace of his hand’s movements. And sure enough, Rain came hard, his left hand gripping on tightly to the shelves and his cum spilling out onto them.

His pants and groans began to die down as as he remained stood in place, recovering from his orgasm. Though, he turned slightly and saw you crawling towards the shelves. He watched your finger run through the puddle of cum and lick it clean. “Fucking hell!” He said at the sight of you.

He bent down and gave you a deep kiss, tasting himself on your tongue and feeling his own cum get passed from you to him, both of you swallowing it down when you pulled away. “Your turn.” He told you.

You shook your head and stood up, helping him pull his jeans and pants back up. “You don’t have time.” You kissed him again. “Later, okay?”

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outtoshatter · 8 months

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Returning the Favor | T | 5k tags: established relationship, same age Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski, fluff, Stiles doesn't know about werewolves Summary: Stiles pays a nighttime visit to his boyfriend in secret, or so he thinks. Unfortunately, the Hale family has keener ears than he realizes.

When Derek peers down into the dark, he finds the worst thing imaginable: his boyfriend, scaling the side of the house like some deranged cat burglar. "What are you doing here?" Derek hisses.

Burial Rituals | G | 4k tags: necromancer Stiles, cursed Derek, meet-cute Summary: The necromancer freezes halfway over the fence, stuttering to a halt the second Derek flashes his red eyes. It’s an awkward pose to hold: leg hiked up over the waist-high bars, hands gripping the rail for balance. The fence’s wrought-iron spears dig into his calf a bit as he settles, clearly caught off guard.

“Uh,” he says lamely, his face pale in the scant moonlight. “Shit.”

Derek guards an abandoned cemetery. Stiles is the necromancer trying to break in.

Sugar in my Coffee | G | 3k tags: no werewolves, established relationship, domestic fluff Summary: Derek’s not a morning person. Stiles would live on sugar if he could.

Lessons in Catiquette | T | 3k tags: creature Stiles, slice of life, pack bonding Summary: The pack’s resident werecat is kind of a mystery to Derek. Luckily, Stiles offers one-on-one tutoring.

It May Simply Lie in Wait | G | 5k tags: getting together, declarations of love, magical Stiles Summary: “This place is haunted as hell,” one boy says under his breath.

The house remembers itself, letting out a subtle upstairs creak to let them know what they’re in for. They enter anyway, inspecting its shamefully crumbled furnishings, running fingers over its tattered walls, crouching to peer at the ceiling tiles fallen on its floor, and the house—

The house does not chase them away.

Years after the fire, Derek and Stiles return to the Hale House. It isn’t sure how it feels about this.

Stories Over 10k:

The Only Thing Left | T | 13k tags: angst, no werewolves, creature Derek Summary: “You don’t need air,” Stiles echoes. “You swim. That doesn’t tell me much. What are you?”

Derek stares. He slowly lifts his shoulders and drops them back into the water.

Or, Stiles meets a stranger at the spring outside of town.

Where we Both Could Live | M | 16k tags: shy Derek, meet cute, friends to lovers Summary: Derek’s having a hard time falling asleep in his noisy new apartment.

His next-door neighbor, who always seems to be talking or singing, is surprisingly helpful with that problem.

The Third Sacrifice | T | 21k tags: magical Stiles, dark fairy tale elements, human sacrifice Summary: Stiles can see the writing on the wall. Everyone knows the Stilinskis are cursed, or magic, or both. He knows he’ll be picked as the third sacrifice—the one that dies for the sake of the harvest. But he doesn’t intend to let some ancient god rip his heart out, not if magic can help it.

If only Derek, his estranged best friend, would stop hounding him about his plans to escape.

A Badge for Everything | T | 11k tags: good alpha Derek, BAMF Stiles, boy scout Stiles, getting together Summary: Stiles Stilinski is the only loser left in a pack full of wolves who’d do anything to leave their loser days behind.

(Everything’s the same, but Stiles is a boy scout. That’s it. That’s the story.)

The Beginner's Guide to Everyday Magic | T | 29k | 8 chapters tags: magical Stiles, Stiles is pushed out of the pack, fluff, angst, Studio Ghibli vibes Summary: When the latest threat sweeps into Beacon Hills, Derek decides that the very-much-human Stiles needs to be severed from the pack for his own safety. But when the ritual goes unexpectedly wrong, Stiles finds himself alone—and unable to reach out for help when he needs it most.

Cue a retreat to his mom’s old house, where he finds that magic is more real than he ever could have imagined.

Go check out aurevell's AO3 page, and don't forget to mind the tags, leave a kudos and maybe even a comment!

#sterek #sterek fandom #teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski #author spotlight #aurevell #spotlight saturday

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violetsiren90 · 7 months

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Beacons Ashore

(A What the Moon Saw Drabble)

Pairing: Yoongi x f!Reader (What the Moon Saw universe)

Genre: drabble; non-idol AU; friends to lovers; childhood friends; new friendship; angst and fluff; Yoongi POV

Summary: A few months after first stumbling across you in his favorite spot, Yoongi finds himself at the hideaway ledge on a night in March.

Content Warnings: PG, but ALL my content is off-limits to minors; minor injuries and allusions to domestic violence; allusions to minors smoking cigarettes; sad birthday boy; first aid; sweet beginnings

Author's note: Just a quick birthday drabble in honor of Yoongi and my favorite fic couple. It's exactly 1000 words! Short and sweet. A Yoongi POV. 💕

If no one has told you yet today, you are loved and worthy of love! Yoongi certainly loves you, and I do too! 🧜‍♀️💜

The moon watched Yoongi shift impatiently where he sat.

He wasn't waiting for you.

This was his spot, after all - you had stolen it. Intruded. You kept insisting that it was very possible that you had in fact found it first, and that the both of you had simply never retreated to the little nook in the cliffside on the same night until that night, last year, but Yoongi found the notion highly improbably.

It wasn't that he would ever complain that you were now part of his nightly reprieves more often than not. You weren't noisy or bothersome, and always brought cozy blankets and oatmeal crème cakes you were willing to share. You were easy to talk to, when there were words, and when there were none, your silence was easy as well - a peaceful companion in the darkness like the crash of the waters below.

It was a Tuesday, and you were always here on Tuesdays. Your mother was gone playing bunco and your father was...working late. Yoongi shifted again where he sat, tossing a pebble over the lip of the ledge. He hadn't been able to lift any cigarettes tonight, not after the incident with the soup. His stomach rumbled. Yoongi held himself around the middle and stared out at the water shimmering under the chilly, pale yellow light of the March moon.

He wasn't waiting for you.

He wasn't.

And then little scuffling noises from above found him springing to his feet and leaning over the railing to see you tottering down the steps wearing a backpack and carrying a flannel blanket in your arms that nearly obscured the front of you with its bundled mass. Yoongi hopped over the rail and trotted up the stairs to take the blanket and the backpack while you clambered over the railing to reach the ledge.

You were so tiny that you had to drop to the ground after pushing your tummy off the bar. It made Yoongi smile to himself. He wished you weren't so cute, like a tiny little bear in your puffy coat and Ugg boots. If you weren't so endearing he could begrudge you for setting up camp in this little corner of his life.

Yoongi didn't let people in, it was easier that way. People thought they wanted to get to know him, sure...but people always overestimated themselves. People were soft, ignorant idiots who recoiled when they discovered the ugly, messy truth his life, quietly excusing themselves from his association thereafter.

That's why when you asked him what had happened to his hands, he lied.

"I fell."

It wasn't exactly a lie. He had fallen. When his mother had shoved him out the door and locked it behind him, screaming for him to go, to run, while she took the blows meant for him, he had fallen.

Your eyes dropped to his scraped knees. Yoongi tucked his bottom lip between his teeth. The innocence of your knitted brow seemed to ask why he was always bleeding. Under his jacket the soft skin of Yoongi's tummy burned from the scalding overturned bowl of seaweed soup. Suddenly, he wanted to run away - but he was already where he'd end up if he did.

You watched Yoongi's eyes dart over your face. You watched his foot scrape back over the stone of the ledge. You huffed and stuck your legs out in front of you in a little V, pulling your backpack into your lap. It was almost as big as you were.

Yoongi's heart squeezed in spite of the pulse rushing in his ears.

Cute. Damn it.

You plunged your arm in past the zipper of the bag and pulled out a little white box, setting it between your legs and glancing back up at him to pat the ground beside you. Yoongi raised an eyebrow skeptically, but you tilted your head to the side and raised your own brows in a way he had quickly learned meant he better just cooperate.

He sat down beside you, his back to the cold rock and his knees drawn up to his chest. You shoved your backpack aside and skootched in next to him, cracking open the plastic lid of the box to reveal the contents of a first-aid kit. Yoongi's heart squeezed again.

You peeled open an alcohol pad and warned that it would hurt. He scoffed, then clenched his jaw to keep from yelping when you gently patted the cool wet pad over the bloodied knees peeking through the rips in his jeans. Then you pursed your little lips and leaned in to blow on his skin. What on earth that was supposed to do to help Yoongi hadn't the faintest notion, but he did know that your small, gentle touches were taking up enough space in his mind to push away everything else.

You stretched a bandage over one knee. It was white with bright pink hearts and tiny pictures of Hello Kitty. Absolutely garish, and the sweetest thing he had ever seen.

"It's my birthday," Yoongi blurted out, surprising himself with his own words.

You drew back and blinked at him.

"I..." he mumbled, reaching for something to justify the sudden revelation, "I'm thirteen."

You turned away to rummage in your bag again. Yoongi was kicking himself for being such a weirdo, and he stood again to go, when you turned back with something in your hands. You looked up at him with a silly grin, holding an unwrapped oatmeal crème cake with a Q-tip from the first aid kit stabbed like a candle in its soft center.

"Got a light?" you asked, teasingly.

He reached out and gingerly took the little confection in his battered palms, pulling a weathered Zippo from his jacket pocket.

The moon watched as he lit the the little cotton swab.

It watched him shush you as you tried to sing to him then mush the snack cake against your face when you wouldn't stop.

From far up and away in the cold March sky, the moon saw Yoongi begin to glow at your side - long after the make-shift candle had been blown out.

-Fin-

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 1 year

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Hi! I really loved your stories and I saw that your requests are open! Can I request gavriel with crush!reader having nightmares and panic attacks and he comforts her? Maybe stays with her and it happens again and they confess to each other? 👉🏻👈🏻

Thank you for the love! It means a lot.🤍This is slightly different then the request but I hope you'll still like it.🤍

Chase it all away

Gavriel was willing to wait. With so much experience and so many years lived he had swooned over many females. Shared bed with even more and considered himself having a crush so many times he didn't have enough fingers to bend.

But you felt different the moment he saw you. Maybe it was your much younger spirits, maybe your kind eyes. But all of a sudden Gavriel felt as if he was a young fae boy, only just learning what female attention was. What the butterflies in the stomach meant. That waiting for someone else's glance made you anxious, full of hope, and almost defenseless.

"Lion turned into a kitty cat", Fanrys sighed dramatically, smirking over the rim of his cup. Gavriel drew his eyes back to the table, positioned in the back of the pub, tucked away slightly, providing some privacy for the males and their conversations. "Watch your mouth pup", the older male warned, only causing a bigger smirk to paint the white wolf's lips. Because Gavriel was never defensive, he was calm and cool. His emotions were always intact. Always calculated, he was a true father figure to most, a nurturing yet strict kind. So watching him all distracted and lost in his thoughts was a first.

"I still think you should go and talk to her", the fact that Lorcan even bothered to be a part of this discussion, made Gavriel shake his head. "Do you bunch have nothing better to do?", he lifted his cup of ale to his lips and his eyes wandered off again. Managing to find you with no more than a quick scan of the room. "Oh come on now, you like her. Time is cruel to us all, go get her tiger", Fenrys purred. Gavriel bumped his knee under the table causing Fenrys cup to slide down, liquid pouring all over his clothes, "Mind your business, boy".

And so Gavreil suppressed it all. All gone were the glances. The smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He managed to push it all back and paint the picture that nothing was there to look at. No emotions. No desire. No flustered hearts.

"I thought you wouldn't come for a moment", Gavriel was leaning against the back wall, right as you approached, quickly pulling the hood off your head. Truth was, you've been his for some time. Well, kind of his. The worrier was just so terrified of these new feelings that he kept it all hidden from the noisy people. "Have I ever stood you up", even if your words were supposed to carry bits of humor, Gavriel sensed the shift immediately.

His fingers were under your chin intensely, lifting your head, so the moon would cast its light upon you, letting him scan your features.

"What's going on?", your crystal-like eyes looedk up at the older male in front of you. The idea was to hide it. Even if Lia, your coworker, bluntly pointed out that you are dealing with a male who had lived over six hundred years. But it wouldn't hurt to try, right? So you shake your head slightly. Hoping that he would just drop it.

"Darling, I won't push you but... did something happen?", and it's his eyes that are deadly in this fight. It's Gavriel's caring gaze that has you leaning into his chest as the first tears threaten to roll down your cheeks. Gavriel wraps you up without hesitation. His initial reaction is to look around for any threats. Has anyone lingered at the pub? Caused trouble? Hurt you in any way?

"Just...", you hiccuped suddenly finding it hard to breathe. "Easy love, easy", Gavriel's touch is gentle even if he knows that his hand would be a deadly weapon if he found the one responsible for causing you so much distress. "I had this dream. Someone...", you mutter quietly, "Someone followed me, and now...", you look back quickly, and Gavriel's eyes dart up as well, "He was there", you whisper shout.

Gavriel pulls you behind him instantly, a low growl slips past his lips. He's a hunter at heart and has the desire to slip into the dark alley you just came from. To go and kill every single breathing creature there. He takes a step forward but then halts. You're here. He would be leaving you alone. Upset. Scared and shaking. So he spins back around.

"Drink this", Aelin pushes a cup of tea closer to you. Back to the family house. That's where he took you. A place that no one else was supposed to know of but Gavriel had to. Had to even if Rowan was more than unhappy at first. Not to mention that Gavriel coming back with a girl took them all by surprise.

"Hey, now you're safe", Aelin gently clasps your hand, looking ahead just like you. All the males standing in the corner of the room. The sour expression not leaving Gavriel's face. And it's so strange because, in all of your lifetime, no one had ever cared so much. No one had made it their priority to protect you. Keep you away from harm's way and Gavriel is there telling his closest friends everything in hopes of getting their help.

A couple of males, you don't know the name of, slip out of the room. But not before you see the gleam of daggers in their hands. What will they do? Gavriel closes the distance between you. Gently running his hand through your hair as he kneels closer to you. "How are you, sweetheart?", his tone is low as his tawny eyes piercing through your soul. "Don't go", you whisper. Because something inside you is telling you that he as much as anyone wanted to hunt that creep down.

Gavriel's eyes soften and he's about to object but Rowan cuts in, "I think that's for the best", but Gavriel is shaking his head. He has to go there himself. "You trust yourself enough to not lose control?", Rowan pushes again. Something in Gavriel's expression changes as if he too only now noticed how on edge this all had him. Your hand reaches out to him and he swiftly pulls it closer to his lips, placing a loving kiss there before he nods. Rowan nods back and with a quick kiss on Aelin's temple slips back out to catch up with the others.

Gavriel ushers you up to his room as soon as you're done with your tea. You seem calmer but the moment you're in bed your nerves are at high alert. You can't keep your eyes closed for longer than a couple of minutes. Flinching at any sound outside the door. Gavriel is at war with himself because yes you two had been kind of seeing one another but nothing was official and neither of you had said anything regarding your situation. And yes he had hugged you before but bringing you to his embrace like this. In his bed. Seemed like something you might not be ready for.

But after a third time of you jumping up Gavriel slowly inches closer. You feel the heat from his palm before you feel it touch you. And then he's carefully holding onto your upper thigh as he drags you closer to his body, draping your leg over his lap, pulling you to his side. Your hands sneak to wrap around his middle and you let out a content sigh. Gavriel moves to run his fingers through your hair, twirling the ends before moving to another strand.

"I'll always keep you safe", he mutters making you look up at him, "I know and that's why I like you so much", you lean in, nuzzling closer to his neck. Leaving a soft kiss on the side of his neck. "That's the only reason why you like me?", he teases playfully, and you can't help a tired chuckle at how suddenly prideful he got. "No... You're not too bad to look at too. Not to mention that your hot", your eyes suddenly shot open as you realized how that sounded, and the male-only let's out a laugh, "Hot, huh?", "As in warm Gavriel, as in warm", and you're thankful that your face is in the crook of his neck because your cheeks are burning.

#gavriel x reader #gavriel imagine #gavriel x you #tog imagine #tog x reader #throne of glass x reader #throne of glass imagine #rowan whitethorn #lorcan salvaterre #fenrys moonbeam

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notyour-valentine · 2 years

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Headcanons for Arthur living a calm happy life in the country 💥💳💥💥💥💳💥💳😭

Arthur's life in the country ~ Headcanon

[Celebration] [Celebration Masterlist] [Masterlist]

Warning: mention of war, PTSD (18/21+). I do not consent to my work being translated, copied or posted elsewhere on this platform or any other.

Arthur doesn’t just pack up and move to the country. Instead, he takes a task from Tommy which is distributing some money to the widows of old comrades. She lives in a very rural place, barely a village, with lots of farms around.

Since it is so far away from everything else, she offers him some lunch, which he accepts. It is nothing special, nothing fancy, but honest food with vegetables that grew in the garden. He leaves.

When it is Autumn, he arrives one time to see them readying the garden for the winter months and Arthur decided to help out with some of the heavy lifting

As a thank you he receives a large basket of produce. Not the fancy expensive London kind Tommy and Polly like so much, but homemade.

From that point on, he is always asking if there are some things that need fixing or might need an extra hand, no matter with what. So instead of dropping off some money and only staying for a quick lunch, he starts to spend afternoons and dinners too before leaving

He isn’t hesitant to help out her neighbours too who are always grateful for an extra pair of hands.

They don’t know him, so they don’t know the weight his name carries, or of the bad deeds he felt weighing on him.

There is something about the physical work that calms him, it tires his muscles and soothes his mind, whether it is chopping wood, helping the neighbouring farmers with the heavy lifting, or something as menial as mashing strawberries for marmalade or planting vegetables. He even picks up woodcarving again on the days when there is less to do

It’s not profitable work, not really, but he can see the gains while he is working and that’s something. His hands create things now that are good, that are useful and the pride he feels from watching a seed he had placed grow into a plant that is able to carry fruit creates a feeling of satisfaction that is free from malice

Sure, it is quiet out there, less flashy, less noisy, but it had been such a long time since Arthur not only had the time but also the sense of safety and the inner calm to pick up a pencil again and attempt to draw.

That is an addiction all on its own.

Ada and Polly are suspicious, because this life is far from what they would ever desire and Tommy is not happy at all when Arthur announces that he will leave Birmingham for the country life.

But Arthur won’t let the teasing get through to him and in the end they have to accept it, his absence for most of the year, the old furniture that isn’t as comfortable as their own luxury chaise longues from Paris when they do come to visit, and the baskets of homegrown produce he always gives them

The demons still come for him from time to time, but he has learned quickly that he can chase them away with things other than whisky, snow or fighting. Instead, he can go out and cut down a tree, chopping it down to firewood, or by building a shed. There is always work to be done out here, and by the time the exhaustion settles in his body, his terrors have melted away.

It is a simple life, one void of ambition and while some jokes may remain, there are nights in which Tommy feels more envious of his brother than ever before, while he is sitting in a rocking chair at a fireplace burning wood he had chopped and dried, eating biscuits who had been freshly made and whose smell fill the whole house, who is no longer afraid of falling asleep to the sound of knitting needles, knowing he’d be woken by the sun and the sound of birds chirping.

It is a simple life, yes, but it is also a good one.

Thank you for requesting and participating in my celebration - I hope you liked what I wrote.

Thank you everyone for reading and as always, I hope you enjoyed and would love to hear your thoughts!

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sharonrb · 2 years

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Repost/Revised, Attuma x Okoye: Loving You pt 1

Scenario: Okoye's husband crashed into one of the island near Wakanda. She hires Attuma to help her find him. Attuma is now a resident of Wakanda, has a brother, and friends with two Wakanda brothers. W'Kabi has a sister who tags along on the search, but what are her true intentions. Okoye's lawyer is forced to come too by the sister in law. So they embark on a journey with these feeling developing between Attuma and Okoye.

Enjoy and no warnings as yet😊

Chapter One

The plane soared through the sky, dipping at intervals; flying over the dense green forestry. The river cutting through it, winding around bends snakelike.

“Oh, it’s so beautiful up here.” The woman exclaimed.

“Yeah, I’m glad you decided to take this trip with me.” Her partner stated.

“I’m glad too. And if I had known it was this much fun, I would’ve joined you long time ago.” She told him.

“Look down there, it’s the most beautiful place in the world.” He spoke.

“Wow, it is beautiful, honey,” she said to him. “What was that?” The aircraft dropped significantly, and shook profusely.

“I’m not sure, the turbulence maybe,” he said, checking his panel.

“Honey?” She shrieked, as it made a greater dip. He tried to regain control, and level it off, without results.

“Oh no, I can’t pull it up,” he shouted to her.

“Honey?” She looked at him, terror gripping her face.

“Oh god, we’re going to crash,” told her. “Mayday, mayday.” He yelled into the radio his distress call.

“Aaaiiieee!!” The screeching sound of a woman horrified of her pending possible death.

Sometime later...........

The patrons sat throughout the cigar, cigarette, smoke-filled bar; discussing how their lives sucked, or not. Others told jokes, causing groups to burst out from time to time with laughter. A few sat at the bar counter, watching whatever sports were being shown.

All eyes turned towards the door, when two professionally dressed men entered. The two looked far out of place; in comparison to the others inside the establishment. They searched pass the mist of smoke floating in the air; seeking the one person they needed. Their eyes fell on a corner of the room, finding whom they sought. They started their way towards him; ignoring the eyes locked in on them.

He was leaning back in his chair, his legs extended out, and crossed at his ankles. On the table, sat a nearly half-filled pitcher of beer. He never looked up to them, as they approached; taking a swig of the beer.

He had already observed the men, the moment they entered the bar. He was quite aware of whom they were; and why they had come to him. He continued drinking his beverage; even as they stood at his table, giving each other looks; then back to him.

“I was told you were the best at what you do. Is that true?” Finally, one growing impatient, addressed him. He continued to ignore them; gulping down the last of the beer in his mug. Everyone in the bar had become silent; curious at the outcome of the state of the men, after dealing with this one.

“My client is willing to pay you whatever you ask; if you decide to take this assignment.” The other one spoke up. And to back up his statement; set a briefcase, they had brought along with them, on the table. Then he unlocked and opened it, revealing stacks of one thousand dollars each, neatly placed in rows.

He leaned in, and reached a enormous hand into the briefcase; picking out a stack. He ran a thumb over the edges, causing them to flip pass it. Then proceeded to counted each of the stacks likewise. The other patrons gasped, never having seen so much money. He slowly raised his head, and stared down each; who dared to focus their attention on him, and his transaction in progress. They quickly turned away, and went about their business. Soon, everything was back at its noisy self as previously.

“I’ll take the assignment on one condition,” he lifted his dark glasses up, and stared at the two for the first time. He crossed his arms and relaxing them on the table. His black eyes were piercing, as he studied each man closely. He scratched the back of his neck with one finger. “I pick the men who will go with me.”

“No problem, but there is one more thing; my client wants to accompany you on the assignment.” The first who had spoken to him, informed him. He looked away from the men; taking in a deep breath, then letting it go freely. He glared at them, then slowly rose to his feet. The two men moved backwards, as the man exhibit his full height; nearly seven feet.

“I don’t need your client, or anyone else; to get in my way,” he told them. His voice was low and deep. “Or directing me on doing my job, and the men I choose.” His voice carrying through the building interior. Everyone continued doing whatever they were doing, and knew to mind their business. Especially if he seemed angry.

“Bu..... bu..... but, Sir. This is part of the terms of the agreement. My client won’t have it anyway; or they will choose to seek help elsewhere.” The other said nervously, never moving his eyes from the huge man.

He paused for a moment; looking into space, his hands on hips, thinking over what was just stated. He took in a deep breath, and just as quick, let it out. He turned without a word, and went back into his seat. Then poured a mug of beer, and downing it; never looking at them.

“Take your money; and tell your client, I declined. It’s my way, or the highway,” He peered over the rim of the mug at them; replacing his dark glasses over his eyes. Then pushed the chair back, and strolled pass the men, and out the front door. The two men watched him disappear; as all eyes turn towards them. They turned to looked at each other, confused at what had happened.

“How are we going to let her know, it was a bust?” The first said to the other.

“I don’t know, but I’m glad I’m not in your shoes.” He said this, and left the first one standing there. He sat down at the table, and beckoned to a waitress.

“Yes, what can I do for you?” She asked. He looked at her, then the half empty pitcher of beer.

“Another mug, and fill the pitcher with more beer, please,” He might as well enjoy his life as he knows it. Tomorrow will be the beginning of the end. He sat contemplating, how he was going to explain, the failure to acquire him.

“What do you mean we lost him?” She yelled into her kimoyo beads. “You imbecile, he was the best. I would never have thought of asking anyone else. Why did you tell him I would?” She continued to shout.

“His way or the highway? That’s my damn husband we're talking about. I can’t stand this; never mind, I’ll talk to him myself. Where is that place again? Thank you, for nothing.” She shut off her beads, crossing her arms over her chest, and massaging the bridge of her nose; trying to relieve her tension. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes.

It had been several weeks, since her husband went down over a small island some distance outside of Wakanda. Everyone had given up hope, but not her. How could this man not want her to go along with him? She needed to be there, searching for her husband. She has to know, if he was alright. She couldn’t stand this waiting any longer. Didn't he understand? She had to be there, when her husband was found; dead or alive. She has to put some closure to all of this. Not knowing was the hardest. Well, she would make him understand. She grabbed her shoulder bag, and ran out the door.

Chapter Two

He sat in his usual corner of the place, drinking his beer. He was oblivious to his surroundings, and never noticed the hush that came over the bar; nor the woman coming towards him. He didn’t until....

“Are you the gentlemen, I sent my lawyers to speak with?” Her voice flowed into his ears, causing him to lift up his head, honing in on the direction it had emanated. He looked up into her face, and into her deep brown eyes, that captured him immediately; and they seemed to draw him in. She was a classy lady, tall and slender; athletic body, but curvy. She had the most beautiful smooth dark mocha skin. Her head shaved close to the skin, smoothly and had these distinct tattoos. He figured she was either military of Wakanda, or previously had been.

He continued to stare into her enchanting eyes; she never took her eyes from his. He established, she was strong and determined one, and most possibly use to getting her way. But not with him, he thought; as he set his jaws. Pretty or not, he wasn’t going to give in on his decision.

“Are you the one, I sent my lawyers to speak too?” She repeated the question, which brought him out of the daze he had fallen.

“I am,” he finally answered. He couldn’t understand; why he was so out of wits with this woman? Maybe because she commanded respect? He couldn’t say.

“May I sit, and have a word with you? Since my lawyers weren’t able to convince you, to take the assignment.” She looked at the empty chair across from him, then back to him.

“Sure, have a seat. Would you like something to drink?” He asked, beckoning to a waitress. She pulled the chair from under the table, and sat. She looked to him.

“Yes, a margarita, if you don’t mind,” she had to gain a common ground with him, and drinking with him would hopefully do it. She glanced around, waving at a trail of smoke flowing pass her face. He glanced at her momentarily; then gave the waitress her order. He noticed she seemed slightly edgy.

“Now Mr. Attuma, is that your first or last name?” She asked, only getting a single name from her contact. She added the ‘Mr.’ to be safe.

“Attuma is the name I’m called, no need to add the ‘Mr.’” He added, giving a chuckle. She was confused to what was so humorous.

He poured himself another mug of beer, watching her every movement, and expression. She shifted in her chair, as he was making her very nervous. She couldn’t help to observe; he was quite a huge man. She had heard so, but never expected him to be this large.

He had a handsome rough around the edges look. She was mesmerized by his clear black eyes, blood-shot and all. His black hair intensified them, as it was pulled back into a singular braid. He wore a black bandana, wrapped around his head, and tied in the back. His attire were a denim vest and pants, with a Tee Shirt under the vest. His blue skin looking rugged.

She saw he had one of those special rebreathers, most land dwelling Talokanils used these days. Courtesy of the brilliant mind of Shuri. Something she thought was unique, was the shark bones implanted at the point of his chin. Both ears had large pierced earrings, jaded jewelry she guessed.

Attuma continued eyeing her, as she eyed him. He took he threw back a small glass of liquor, and chased it with a swig of beer, and made a growling sound, slamming the mug on the table. He leaned in, knowing she didn’t come all this way to drink with him.

“Attuma, I know you had decided not to take this assignment, because my lawyers explained; I was going to accompany you.” She sensed his impatience, and chose to get right to the point. He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest. Very straight forward, he thought.

She glanced down to her hands, gripping them, and searching for words to say; that will make him understand, how desperately she needed to go on this journey. She didn’t want to end this, before she got started.

“If I say to you, I will give complete control over to you. You will be in command, no questions asked. I will follow your orders.” Attuma continue to stare at her, silently. “Would you reconsidered, and take the assignment? “

“I don’t know,” he faltered on deciding.

“Will you please take this assignment, and allow me to accompany you? (Taking a deep breath) I can’t stand this not knowing. My lawyers were wrong. I have no other, who I trust; to do this job, but you. I have to be there, no matter what.” She dug in her shoulder bag looking for a handkerchief, feeling the tears gathering in her eyes.

Attuma observed for a moment; as she tried to dry the tears, now streaming over her cheeks. His heart felt a tug on it, and looked down at the table; thinking of everything she had said. He looked pass her, at nothing in particular.

“I’ll be in complete control of this assignment?” He looked into the wet eyes, now staring at him. She nodded her head, feeling he was ready to give in.

“No questions asked?” He continued.

“No questions asked.” She repeated, feeling finally, a glimpse of hope.

“Okay Ms. Okoye, I’ll get my men together. We’ll meet in a week.” He told her. She smiled, relieved. Attuma looked at the expression on her face, and the beautiful smiled she displayed. He was beginning to feel a little envious of the man, who held her heart.

“Thank you Attuma, you won’t regret this; in a week. And please, ditch the ‘Ms’ and call me Okoye.” She extended her hand to shake his.

Attuma looked at her hand, for what seemed like ages; before standing to his feet, and engulfing it in his own. A surge of energy, coursed through their bodies. He looked deep into her tantalizing eyes, locking in on them. She couldn’t tear her gaze from the hypnotizing dark orbs, staring through her.

It seemed as if their bodies were being drawn to each other; before being snapped back to reality. Her husband’s face filled her mind; she jumped back from him, turning her eyes from his, and retrieving her hand. She ran her hands down the front of her, as if smoothing out her outfit. She snatched her shoulder bag off the table.

“Thank you again, so much Attuma. I’ll be seeing you in a week, and until then.” She said, and swiftly turned away; making a speedy retreat from him.

He was transfixed on her every step, until she vanished from his sight. He took his seat, thinking about her. She seems strong, but she’s fragile, and doesn’t know it yet. He gulped the remaining of his beer down, threw the waitress a tip on the table, and left.

Chapter Three

She rode in one of the private planes of the family, heading home. What was she thinking? What was all that back there? Just because he was the man of her dreams. Well, before W’Kabi came into her life, Attuma would have definitely been her fantasy man.

Big and burly, rough, man of the world or ocean. She chuckled at how the alliance has created intertwining of the two kingdoms. More of the Wakandans have made their home in Talokan, and vice versa for the Talokanils. Marriage between them has become a common practice.

She wondered how he would look with that hair loose, cascading over his shoulders, and down his back. Oh, and those eyes. She couldn’t hardly take hers away from them, they had a grip on her, she had to forcibly pull a way. She imagined him hovering over her, their faces not even an inch apart; his long thick hair, draping down at the sides of their faces, like a curtain.

“No, this can’t be happening,” she said out loud.

“Yes, Miss Okoye,” the pilot hearing her outburst.

“Nothing,” she lied. “I was just thinking out loud.”

“I see,” he said. “We are home.” He landed the plane on the landing pad near the large mansion. She exited the aircraft and made her way into her house. Her mind lingering on her encounter with Attuma.

“I love my husband; there I said it. So evil thoughts, free my mind.” She said out loud, tossing her shoulder bag to the side, and kicking off her shoes. ‘Oh, but he was an enormous blue man. What I would give to lay in his arms for just one night. One night? Forever.’ She thought to herself.

“NO, no, no! Please get out of my head. I can’t have these thoughts harboring in my mind. We will be together for days. Trying to locate my husband. Go away malevolent thoughts.” She yelled louder. She wrestled with these thoughts, until a bigger problem stared her in the face. Another craft was landing outside.

“Oh rats,” she screamed, peering out the window; recognizing the plane, and knowing who was coming to visit. They had left the plane, and was running across the field, towards the house. Okoye braced herself against the wall, pounding her fists against it. Why oh why, of all days. Okoye went to the front door, pausing to inhale deeply, and slowly letting it out.

“Okoye. How are you darling” She was greeted by her sister-in-law. She held a drink in one hand, and hugged Okoye with the other arm, as she came into the house; and went into the sitting room.

“I’m doing as well as expected, considering the circumstances.” She answered, and headed for the bar; and retrieving a bottle of water from the small refrigerator. Her sister-in-law looked at her with an; ‘here we go again’ look. “I know all of you have given up hope. But not I. I’ll find him one way or another.” Okoye voice had an edge of anger. Her sister-in-law looked at her.

“It’s been several weeks since the plane went down. They covered every inch of that jungle area. No one could have survived the crash, or they would have found something; other than what was left of the plane.” She relayed to Okoye, trying to help her to grasp on to the reality of the situation.

“But that’s just it. No body, just wreckage. Maybe he went trampling through the forest; searching for a way out. Maybe he’s there with some of the tribes. Maybe like that American movie, Tarzan or that story book tale of that damn Robinson Crusoe. Hell, I don’t know. But whatever the outcome; I need a definite answer. I don’t want to be always wondering...’What if'.” She took a sip of her water, and sat in a chair close to her sister-in-law. Her mind went to her husband; and what if he could be suffering, or if he were still alive.

“Okoye, honey. I know how much you love my brother. You have been a very dutiful wife. But now is the time to think about yourself. It’s time for you to think about moving on.” She sat back in her chair; crossing her legs, staring at her glass. Okoye glared at her, feeling the anger swelling up in her. She took in a deep breath, held it for a moment; as she counted to ten, then released it slowly, feeling herself going light headed.

“I’m very tired. I just came back from making arrangements to go to the island where he crashed on. I’m going to try and find W’Kabi. No matter what your family, or you think.” She said with great determination in her voice. Her sister-in-law glanced up at her for a moment; then shot to her feet, like a panther springing for its prey.

“What? What was that you just said?” She was completely out of sorts. Okoye stared at her, very confused with her response.

“I said, next week I will be going to that island to find W'Kabi. Or what’s left of him. Why are you so upset with this?” She continued to observe her sister-in-law’s demeanor.

“Nothing. It’s nothing.” Is all she could get out. “Um, look Okoye. I have to go. I remembered something I should be doing. I’ll talk with you later, Sweetie. You take care of yourself.” She gave Okoye a quick hug, and kiss on the cheek. Then swiftly made her exit. She watched M’Tami leave in her aircraft; wondering what the hell had gotten into her.

“Yes, I tell you. She’s going to that island. Yes, looking for him. What do you mean stop her? When has anyone ever been able to stop Okoye from doing what she has set her mind set to do?” She spoke into her kimoyo beads, as she flew in her craft.

“Wait, there is something I can do. I’ll play the overly protective sister-in-law that I am. I’ll find out exactly when she plans to leave. And when she does, I’ll be right with her. Thank you. I’ll talk to you later. Goodbye.” She shut down her beads, and smiled in satisfaction; that she had such a devious mind.

Okoye decided to go to bed early. She had so much to do before she made her journey across the ocean. She drew her a bathe, pouring her scented oil into the water. She turned on some soft music, lit some jasmine candles, brought the lights down low. She submerged herself; into the warm soothing water, covering her body. She leaned her head back relaxing, and listening to the music. It had been a long frustrating several weeks, and all this uncertainty was getting to her.

She didn’t know what she would have done, if Attuma hadn’t agreed to let her come along. Attuma. What was that she felt with his touch? Why was he popping up in her mind at this particular moment? She agrees he’s hot, but she is also married.

She has a whole week to get those thoughts of him out of her mind. Finding her husband is the foremost thing on her mind. She bathed herself and got out of the tub, and went into her bedroom. She slowly put on her gown, and sat at her vanity. She began thinking about being in Attuma’s arms; sleeping next to him.

“Oh, please stop. I can’t be thinking these things. I love W'Kabi. But M'Tami was right. I have been a dutiful wife. But I can’t move on until I know for sure, that my life as I know it is no more.” She whispered to herself. She slid into bed, resting her head on her pillow and drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Four

Okoye charted a large private plane for the journey, and any supplies Attuma will need to bring. She had boarded it, and sat waiting; for Attuma and his men to arrive. She didn’t have long, when Attuma entered with three men following behind him. They were just as humongous as him, and eyed her up and down in passing. They went to sit in seats across the aisle from her. She just stared in amazement at the size of these men. One was Talokanil, while the other two were Wakandans.

“Hello Okoye,” Attuma greeted her.

“Hello Attuma,” she replied.

“Let me introduce my men, who will be helping me. Taavi, my brother, Azhni, and Ozhni, they are twins, and both are very close friends of mind. They are from the river tribe.” He finished, as each nodded in her direction; acknowledging her once introduced.

“Hello.” She replied nervously. She looked from one to the other. “I guess we’re ready to go.” As they were all accounted for. Suddenly, a commotion could be heard coming from the entrance. Okoye and Attuma looked at each other, confused. Her eyes widen as M'Tami, her sister-in-law, along with one of her lawyers she had sent to talk with Attuma, entered.

“Oh my, we thought we weren’t going to make it in time.” M’Tami said, taking her a seat in front of Okoye; who looked at Attuma shrugging. He had the look of what the hell. Then she looked over at her lawyer, whom had taken a seat behind the three men. He gave her an ‘I’m sorry' look.

“M’Tami, what are you doing here?” Her voice had a tint of annoyance. Attuma eyes were fixed on her, and could see, she was a fiery one. M'Tami looked at her stunned, by her loud voice.

“Why I couldn’t let you make this trip along. Especially, when Khanje told me who you will be traveling with and when. Don’t be peeved with him, I made him tell me. And besides, look around you. You shouldn’t be alone.” She nudged her head in the direction of the four men, while she whispered the last sentence to her. Attuma was leaning back in his seat, glaring at M'Tami. He took an instance dislike to her, and felt she was trouble.

“Whatever M'Tami, this is going to be a long, and trying trip. Let’s not get started.” She spoke to her, then her eyes fell on Attuma. She nearly laughed at his expression, as he looked at M'Tami very suspiciously.

“Sure honey, anything for you. You know that. I’ll put on my best behavior. You’ll see. You won’t even know I’m here.” She went on and on, the men were huffing a blowing wanting to say, ‘Shut the hell up but they endured, until a reprieve came.

‘Will everyone, please fasten your seatbelt. We will be taking off momentarily.’ The pilot’s voice echoed from the intercom. The plane made a small jerk forward, M’Tami let out a squeal, nervously buckling her seatbelt.

The plane slowly taxied into place, then made its way down the runway, then increased its speed; until it had reached the acceleration desire. It lifted off the ground very smoothly, as M'Tami cowered in her seat, legs pulled up to her chest; her head between her arms.

Attuma looked over at M'Tami, smiling as he unbuckled his seatbelt, and went to get him a drink from the bar; joined by his men. Okoye watched as he left his seat and embedded in her mind, how his hips moved as he suave away. She leaned her head back into the seat; her thoughts of her in his arms, kissing him deeply, and running her hands over his body. Then there is her, never shutting up.

“Okoye?” M'Tami called to her. Interrupting her train of thoughts. She was unloosening her seatbelt, clearly settled down.

“Where did you find these men? Look at them. They’re bandits I tell you.” She whispered, looking back at them, making sure they couldn’t hear her.

“M’Tami, why exactly did you come along? And why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” Okoye looked over to the lawyer; with darts in her eyes, for being so deceitful. He looked up at her, and decided he would take his chances with the rough looking men at the bar.

“So, you got Khanje to tell you everything, huh?” Her eyes followed the lawyer to the bar.

“Well, you know how persuasive I can be.” She proudly said, looking into her compact, licking her lips. “I convinced him not only to tell when you would be leaving, but suggested he should accompany us.” She continued, flicking a strand of hair back. Okoye was shaking her head at him. He shrugged with an ‘I’m sorry’ look, again. M'Tami glance in Okoye’s direction, then turn around to see whom she was glaring at.

“Yeah, he tried to bucked at first. But I informed him; if anything should happen to either one of us, he would be lucky to find a job chasing rhinos; after the family was through with him. He quickly complied.” Finished with her information, she turned around in her seat to face Okoye, only to feel the darts flying from her eyes. She wasn't pleased with the way she ambushed Khanje to get the information.

Attuma stood at the bar with the other men, drinking liquor and beer. His thoughts had drifted off to another place. She was in his arms, their lips were locked, he was tasting the sweet fullness of her lips. His mouth traveled from her lips, over her cheeks, and down her strong jaw, and onward to her neck. Dare he even think about her perky breast?

“Be careful Brother, she’s not your type.” Taavi had saw, how his brother never tore his eyes away from the lady. Attuma gave his brother a long hard look, drank the remainder of his liquor and beer. Then left to go into the cockpit, and check on things.

“You never cease to amaze me. You will do anything to get your way. Even threaten MY lawyer, to divulge private information.” Okoye shook her head as if pitying her. M'Tami's eyes narrowed, as she picked up on Okoye’s attitude.

“I would do anything to preserve the harmony of my family, anything.” Her whole demeanor, had took on a strange mood. Okoye felt an alarm go off. She had never witnessed this side of her sister-in-law. She sat back in her chair, staring at her completely dumbfounded.

‘Anything’ lingered in her mind. What did she mean preserving the harmony? How could finding W'Kabi upset it? Okoye looked out the window, and went into a deep thought. M'Tami's eyes were slits, as she folded her arms, and crossed one leg over the other. She bobbled it up and down nervously, watching Okoye intensely.

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I Dedicate My Heart...To You | Levihan

I promised @/glassesandswords a few months back that I would write a Levihan piece during their Marley Vacay and I finally finished it 😭 If you're seeing this, I'm sorry it took so long!! I ended up cutting out the first half and just focusing on the last scene since it can stand on its own. I might eventually go back and write about their other adventures in the city of Marley! For now, please enjoy some Levihan confessions by the sea <3

“Ah, Lady Kiyomi sure does have a lovely estate, doesn’t she?”

Hange and Levi strolled beside the Marleyan shores bordering the Azumabito estate, the evening sun casting a deep orange glow as it sank below the horizon.

“It’s not half bad,” Levi admitted. He closed his eyes, letting the wind ruffle his raven hair. “It’s a good place to get some peace and quiet away from all the noisy brats.”

“By ‘noisy brats,’ do you mean the kids?” Hange asked, smiling.

“Well, no one else is making a ruckus in the streets about ice cream.”

“Well, it is their first time seeing what all the outside world has to offer.”

“I wouldn’t mind them getting excited if they weren’t causing a scene," Levi said, not bothering to hold back his sigh of disapproval.

“Says the person who made us run from the authorities after saving a random kid.”

“Shut up.”

Hange’s laughter echoed like church bells through the air, the sound almost as natural and serene as the soft crashing of waves on the shore.

Levi knew he’d been grumpier than usual during their excursion, but someone had to be the responsible adult. In truth, he really didn’t mind standing back and watching Hange and the kids run about carefree, laughing and smiling wherever their curiosity led them. If anyone deserved to relax, it was them. They’d been through hell and back since the walls first fell. Sure, they’d had their moments of joy, but even in those moments they were always bracing for the worst. A moment’s peace could and often was rudely interrupted by their harsh reality. Danger surrounded them, anywhere, everywhere, and constantly. But this time, with the threat of titans far behind them, Levi watched his fellow scouts finally drop their guards, eyes looking upon the world with hope. He wished that someday soon they could live the remainder of their lives like this: unafraid, fulfilled, and happy. Those brats deserved it.

Especially Hange.

Levi glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, his heart skipping a beat in his chest.

The ocean breeze gently lifted the edges of Hange’s hair, the flyaway strands framing her face as if she were a piece of art. Everything about her was so carefully crafted, from the upturned corner of her lips, her long, silky brown hair, and her chocolate eyes that shone like sunlight. It was a sight so perfect, so captivating. Levi wished that he could capture this moment in time and save it forever. Is this why people like to use those cameras? He’d once thought Marleyans had some odd tastes and even odder interests, but maybe he was finally beginning to understand them.

“Levi?”

Levi nearly jumped as Hange’s voice quickly pulled him out of his thoughts. “What is it?”

He could sense the smile that she wanted to give him, but for some reason, she held it back. Was she stopping herself from teasing him, or was it something else?

“You were staring at me,” she said.

Though Levi didn’t react outwardly, inwardly his heart began to pound against his ribcage. Heat spread to his cheeks, and he had to keep himself from clicking his tongue at her. She might actually tease him if she realized he had gotten so flustered.

“You’re imagining things,” he answered coolly, fixing his eyes on the sea. But even with his back turned, he still felt her gaze on his. It drove him crazy, how she could affect him like this. Hange was single handedly unraveling the man who never brought his emotions out into the open. She was dismantling the cool, uncaring persona he’d worn for so long. She was drawing herself closer and closer to him, and he was letting her, even though he’d grown so afraid of getting attached and one day having to let go.

“Oh, I am?” Hange mused, tapping a finger on her chin. “Sorry. Maybe I was the one staring.”

Thump. Levi’s heart was doing that dastardly thing again. Beating. Faster. Harder. All without his permission.

“W-What did you say?”

He was expecting some sort of quip to fall from her lips, for Hange to break out into an unrestrained fit of laughter. But she didn’t.

She blushed.

Levi stared at her, mouth agape. Am I understanding this right? There’s no way Hange would say something like that to me. Dang it. I know everything she says is unexpected, but how am I supposed to respond to…this?!

“Ah…sorry for saying something like that so out of the blue. I really don’t have a filter today. Perhaps it’s because this little vacation has proved to be so exciting? Anyways, it’s starting to get dark out. Let’s head in—”

Levi gripped Hange’s wrist, holding it tight but keeping it loose enough for her to walk away, if she really wanted to.

“Levi?”

“You can’t just say something that serious and then walk off.”

“Well…what else am I supposed to do? It’s nothing, right? Just a slip of the tongue. I’m tired anyways. Maybe it’s just—”

“You never say things you don’t mean, Hange.”

The blush on her cheeks deepened, and Hange bowed her head, desperately trying to hide the sight from Levi. “I’m not that good at being sincere.”

“I’m not either, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try.”

Hange’s wide eyes snapped up to meet his, and her heart fluttered upon seeing Levi’s flustered countenance. With his free hand, he covered his face with his palm, sighing deeply into it. “After all these years of being friends, the one time you do me in is when we’re on a vacation in another land at someone else’s house before everything possibly goes to hell.” Levi let out a soft chuckle, running a hand through his now messy strands of hair. “Tell me, Hange. Was that really a joke, or is it something that came from your heart?”

Hange considered her words for a moment, battling between coming clean and brushing the whole thing aside. But seeing Levi’s desperation, his pleading to know if there was truth to be found in her words…could she really deny him of the truth of her feelings, now?

“With everything I do, I dedicate my heart,” she declared, briefly glancing back up at Levi’s eyes. “I’ve dedicated my heart for humanity, for my fallen comrades, but to a single person…I think I already have.”

Levi’s heart pounded against his chest, threatening to leap out. “You’ve dedicated your heart…to me?”

Hange pursed her lips as she fought back her sudden shyness. “Well…we’ve been by each other’s side for so long, and we’re the last ones left. I can’t say I haven’t thought about the future, either. Our future. And how it might be nice…to continue to experience life at your side.”

For the first time in Levi’s life, he found himself at a loss for words. This is how Hange felt about him? Since when? For how long? But more importantly, why?

“I don’t think I’m the kind of person you’d want to live out the rest of your life with. I’m unpleasant, I can’t stand a dirty house, and after all these years of fighting, I’m not sure that I can easily settle into a life free of obligations. Do you really want to be woken up at five in the morning because I’m making the bed with you in it?”

Hange flung her head back, bursting into laughter. Levi could only observe her reaction, trying to will the bashfulness to leave him. But now he’d just insinuated not only living in the same house as Hange, but sleeping in the same bed! What was he doing? He’d never been good at expressing his feelings. Perhaps he should have kept them to himself—

“Well, if you clean the house, then I’ll cook the food! The kids have always complimented my culinary prowess~”

The two turned their gazes to one another, their once wild blushes now just faint shades of red. The uneasiness in the air had given way to a sense of relief, and the anxiety gripping them had turned into confidence. As they looked for answers in each other’s eyes, the sun dipped lower and lower below the horizon, stars just beginning to peek through the deep orange sky.

“Well, how about it, Captain? If we make it out of this war alive and neither of us are still with anyone, how about we get married? We’ve dedicated our hearts to humanity. Now it’s time to dedicate them to someone new.”

“Idiot,” Levi whispered, gently taking Hange’s hand in his as he began to pull her back to the Azumabito estate. Despite his rough words, if you looked closely enough, you could spot the tiniest of smiles forming on Levi’s face. With the soft whistling of the wind and the lapping of waves on the shore, they walked on slowly together, relishing in the feeling of their fingers intertwined. “My heart’s already yours. You don’t even have to ask.”

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††† - "INVISIBLE HAND"

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Claire recommends a Deftones/Far superduo with an ungoogleable name. (Literally! "Your search - "†††" - did not match any documents.")

[6.09]

Ian Mathers: Wait, is ††† just Chino from Deftones doing noisy synthpop? Did I forget about this? Was I not informed? [8]

Claire Biddles: This time last year, ††† released a cover of George Michael's "One More Try", a swoony bit of December melancholia that also served as a direct acknowledgement of inspiration. Much like Nine Inch Nails' Trent Reznor, Chino Moreno has always carried Michael's influence in his vocal performance, and no more so than in his work with †††, his Depeche Mode-ish duo with producer Shaun Lopez. In "Invisible Hand", Moreno's croons are propelled by internal drama, lifting and surging in the middle of words. His lyrics are either enigmatic or nonsense, depending on one's position, but the song itself is dense with narrative. Lopez switches modes and textures with every verse, laying a sheet of synths only to shoot through it with ten-foot-tall industrial drops; stabs of synthesised voices are weaponised; glass shatters as if in a locked room. Listening to the song, looking at the blue-lit model on the album art, I'm struck by the commonalities between the sheen of '90s/'00s alt-rock and Michael's contemporaneous "adult" period: the thread that links "Spinning the Wheel" and "Digital Bath", ending up with "Freeek!" and "Invisible Hand" -- the kind of industrial that isn't made from scrap, but from chrome coated in silk. [9]

Michelle Myers: What kind of Deftones girl are you? I'm from the Saturday Night Wrist era, but I probably would have told you my favorite album was Around the Fur if you were a metal dude I bummed a lighter from at a party in 2007. Anyway, I like this as an album cut, though I'm not sure it stands on its own as a single. Still, nobody does hot, sleazy angst better than Chino Moreno. [6]

Micha Cavaseno: I've said plenty about Chino over the course of my life, so let me go over to Shaun Lopez (or "Slopez" for those of us with far too much familiarity) first. At one point, this guy was a great post-hardcore guitarist, responsible for a number of great records with his band Far. "Love, American Style" and "Bury White" still get regular play from me, and even though that comeback album was bad and his post-Far band The Revolution Smile was some of the worst middle-of-the-road radio rock possible... the guy's had great moments! Chino -- again, I've said so much about my love for the guy! Crosses... ? Always getting worse! Part of it is that Shaun is such an unimaginative producer. So many of these riffs and little digital stabs of "hard clubby synthpop" just come off like the worst sort of adult-oriented electronica. Deftones have been mostly uninspiring to me in the last decade and a half, but if I wanted Chino doing his best faux David Gahan over Phantogram-level cliches, I know he's done better. (Team Sleep was right there! And all their gimmicky electronica was perfectly in vogue with the '00s!). So here I am, begging these men to get off TikTok, stop scrolling through legions of goth girls calling themselves "baby bats" dancing to warmed-over faux-'80s music mislabeled as "darkwave," and get their heads back in the game. [2]

Katherine St Asaph: Chino from Deftones going Dave Gahan mode (NOTE UPON REREADING: pun actually not intended, god) over a song composed entirely of bridges and final choruses. So when the actual bridge and final chorus arrive, they're identical, no more tension to be had. The half-time bit at the end could have gone somewhere. [7]

Nortey Dowuona: I was kinda excited to hear Chino's powerful yet silky voice rise over the swollen stolen valor of the 808 kick by Shaun Lopez, who also provides the newly drowned synth keys and seething guitar. But then they decided to add a Phil Collins drum track throwaway for the chorus. Big sigh. At least it's only a test. [5]

Alex Clifton: When the synths hit in the chorus this is pretty cool, but the rest of the time it feels like a knockoff Imagine Dragons song. [5]

Brad Shoup: The AWOLNATION EP was a dud, so this will have to tide me over for yowling modern rock with self-conscious electronic production choices. (Well, this and the Pumpkins' space opera.) Chino's voice remains a marvel. His sighs still don't feel like shtick, which is why I'm amazed at how much I enjoy them on the chorus paired with bog-standard synthwave. [6]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: An expertly executed take on some shit I really, really don't want to listen to -- every big noise and faux-gothic tone here has clearly been assembled by true appreciators of a dogshit form. The hook soars and the bass breaks the speakers and oh my god this is so tedious. But honestly, I respect it -- relative to the active rock and alternative radio baseline that these guys are pushing up against, this is a masterpiece. [4]

Frank Falisi: That sound is stuck in me. You know the one. [10]

Tim de Reuse: An unnerving, staccato vocal sample and an pleasantly grimy bass stab segue abruptly veer into a competent synthpop cruise. It'd go down smoother if the lyrics reached beyond the vaguest tendencies of early-aughts nu-metal. By their tone I understand that we're not happy, but I haven't a clue what we're supposed to be upset about. [5]

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RUSH! - Måneskin album review

pretty fresh drop here, fellas! i will say that personally i've been looking forward to this album since the first single dropped wayyyy back in october 2021, and it absolutely does not disappoint. since being introduced to these guys by their eurovision win, i've come to love their hard-hitting instrumentation, cutting lyricism, and generally hard-rock-angry-horny vibe, and this record delivers all of that without missing a beat! overall, i'm ranking this one a 9/10, because it is a FANTASTIC record, and i think you all should listen to it. track-by-track review under the cut.

Track by Track review:

OWN MY MIND - strong opener. love the crunchy guitars and the drumline, and putting the lo-fi effect on damiano's already gravelly vocals is a beautiful sonic touch on the rest of the track. the bars in this track cut deeper than i was originally expecting, given that this track is in english, but you won't hear me complaining.

GOSSIP feat. Tom Morello - lord already knows i'm gonna love something that known That Guy Tom Morello puts his guitars on, but this track is TRULY something else. as usual, damiano's fast-paced vocals make this a high-octane banger with a sweet message to boot - i really love the note of cutting out all the instrumentation in the first two lines of the chorus before everything comes crashing back together.

TIMEZONE - the tonal whiplash of the previous track into this one hit me like a truck, so already i'm partial to it. the slow, dragging bassline helps carry damiano's swooning vocals to that place of distant longing that he's clearly in. i love how his voice loses its grittiness in this track, because. he's sad, and longing. no need for those rough edges. definitely a fav from this record.

BLA BLA BLA - this one's silly, and i do like it for that. the opening verse with just the drums behind it is a great starter, followed in by this mildly crunchy bassline to lay the foundation of a brain-off, hands-in-the-air banger. it's not my favorite off the record, but it's definitely fun as just a noisy song.

BABY SAID - this one's FUN you guys. this one definitely hit for me, telling this story about wanting even a slightly involved connection and only running into someone who wants something raw and physical and not much more. the swimmy guitars in the bridge really help take us to this place of unfulfillment before grounding us back between this lover's legs. definite fav.

GASOLINE - ngl, kinda shocked this track wasn't the tom morello feature, because it feels like it's following in RAtM's footsteps. bold, cutting commentary about the world state of affairs over these crunchy guitars and aggressive drums makes for a fantastic expression of rage at totalitarian regimes and selfish dictators. another definite fav.

FEEL - ooooooo baby when i say i like horny rock this is what i'm TALKIN about! every part of the instrumentation on this feels like it's lifting damiano's vocals as he sweet-talks the listener into his bed. or the nearest closed door. i'm getting distracted. solid banger, very fun.

DON'T WANNA SLEEP - another fantastic high-energy, quick lyrics-focused banger, and i love the drive on this one. the sentiment of not wanting to sleep is particularly relatable to me, as is the drive to do irresponsible shit just to feel something.

KOOL KIDS - as a fan of the mountain goats, "white boy mad as hell screaming into the mic" is a favorite niche category of songs, and this one is no exception. love this on-top-of-the-world vibe with damiano just screaming down the mic. according to artist interviews, he was near-blackout drunk recording this one, and i think that just makes the vibe so much better.

IF NOT FOR YOU - i'm always a sucker for a good power ballad, and this one checks all the boxes. extremely yearny lyrics, pithy but cutting chorus, and smooth, weepy guitars.

READ YOUR DIARY - evocative imagery about a fucked up kind of person really send this track home. you can feel the obsessiveness rolling off of damiano's delivery of these lyrics, repeating those key phrases and slurring some of the chorus. loved this one a lot

MARK CHAPMAN - fast-paced banger in their native italian means this one was an immediate fav. lyric translation really locked this one in as a fav, and the chorus is a complete earworm. definitely top fav from this record.

LA FINE - hands down, without question, my favorite track off this album. another earworm, but of a much more righteous and angry bent. everything hits the gas on this track, and doesn't let off till the end, and i LOVE it. imo, best track on this record, and one of their best songs in a while.

IL DONO DELLA VITA - this one slows down the flow of the album, a welcome respite after three hard-driving tracks back to back. the vocals start on this one sounding kind of tired, but it picks up into a robust exaltation of life and joy. fantastic message for the times we find ourselves in, and an all around fantastic track.

MAMMAMIA - gotta be honest, i didn't listen to this one when it dropped as a single, but i LOVE it. another real horny song and this one definitely feels like it was written for the kind of guy that i am. it's a little crazy, a little bit fast, and a whole lotta hot. another big fav.

SUPERMODEL - the sound and the single cover of this song are obviously meant to evoke thoughts of Nirvana, and that's never gonna go wrong. i like the slightly peppier, slightly cleaner sound of this song in contrast to the rest of the grunge and the crunch on this album, but don't take that to mean this song isn't grungy itself. it knows its inspirations and pays beautiful homage to them.

THE LONELIEST - holy mother of god. early 2000s sad rock ass song and boy does it hit you like a truck. this one's a really fantastic endcap to this whole album, even if it did nearly make me cry.

#felix listens #maneskin #rush maneskin #album review

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🎶😭

get me that duality man

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buddy you came to the right place i am SO GOOD at one-two punches

🎶 share a happy moment. ANY happy moment. You must have ONE.

from The Weight of Memory ch1 [read on ao3]:

A noisy groan came from behind Saren, and he turned to see Des stamping off his feet before he entered. “Don’t tell me you called your mother. She probably told you to put arsenic in my portion, right?” “My gran, you big coward.” Valis smacked at Des’s spurs with her cane, but not particularly hard. To say her parents and siblings disapproved of her choice in husbands was putting it lightly; Saren had been present for exactly one chance encounter with a younger Abrudas sibling stationed on the same base once, and even he’d found himself ducking for cover. Joking around about it was about the only thing the two of them could do, at this point. “But it sounded like she’s still staying with my folks, so you never know. Promise there’s no arsenic.” “Gotcha. Saren, make sure you run a scan for cyanide.” Des shrugged the three overnight duffels they'd packed off his shoulder and dropped them by the bench, then stepped forward, arms already outstretched for the hug Valis pulled him into. He slotted against her smoothly, comfortably, with the practiced ease of a man who would be perfectly content to stay there forever. As her arm wrapped around beneath his cowl, a low thrum rose up from his chest, his eyes slid shut, and the last shreds of tension and anxiety melted out of his frame. "Hi, Val," he murmured, so soft Saren almost couldn't hear him. "Missed you." Her answering purr shook Saren's bones. She held Desolas like he was something precious: her face leaned against his overgrown crest, her powerful arms curled around him with the utmost gentility, her uneven subvocals sang her love and gratitude that the universe had returned him safely to her side. "You, too, hotshot. Not the same when you're not here."

😭 share a snippet that will break our hearts

from Broken Mirror ch50 [read on ao3]:

Tali nodded and flipped another switch. While Williams pulled the pads free and Nihlus braced himself for more weight, a soft burr drew his attention back to Saren. His hands still fidgeted endlessly, but he’d lifted his head, and his pupils had thinned back to razor-thin cuts in the iris. Ashley yanked the last pad supporting David’s arm free while Nihlus waited for Saren to do something else, which he did after Nihlus had gotten a solid thwack to the chest. “David,” he said, and his voice had lost all its usual gruffness, quiet and thoughtful and imploring. “Do you know who I am?” Another whimper, and David’s eyes started moving under his eyelids again. “Saren Arterius. Tur- Turian. Special, Special Tactics and Reconnaissance. Brother of-” “Son of Desinian and Veniria Arterius,” Saren interrupted, and Nihlus’s breath caught in his throat. “I’m not here to hurt you, David.” David was quiet for a moment, then managed a quiet, “Just wanted to help.” “I know, David.” Saren’s subvocals were gentle, maybe even… mournful. “Where are your parents, David? Do you have anybody besides your brother?” David’s muscles twitched against Nihlus’s back, like his body was trying to remember how to be alive. “Dad got sick. Mum was sad. Gavin said we had to go.” Nihlus shared a look with Williams, whose brow furrowed. “Thought the doc said his parents couldn’t handle him,” she muttered. She’d tried to lower his left arm gently as she listened, and now moved to busy herself with gingerly removing the tubes from his throat. He rumbled deep in his chest. “I’m getting the sense somebody here has a bit of a complex.” Saren twitched a mandible in their direction, but otherwise ignored them. “What are their names, David?” “Ian and Pearl Archer.” Nihlus closed his eyes. Names have power, whispered a hundred different people from a hundred different times. It was a common turian superstition, existing in some flavor in almost every culture across the Empire and carried outside of it like it was written into their very DNA: don’t say the name of anything you aren’t ready to show up next to you. Do you see? he silently implored any spirits that might have answered the call that had just been thrown out into the universe. Do you see what’s become of your sons?

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“And the nativity of the day”

A sonnet sequence

And rose. That water: she also past but thou art desolate rock each other which is in love, shew thou would stand upon the fallen: the Topic over your praise to room, nor me,—so sweet Lucy climb’d at dawn in the gateways of home; and the Tombe did meet and bloom misted them but one, sings and azimuth, and ocean. Number seven blossoms in canto the woman too with fold to an heirloom seed saved my beads each passion for clay, the sole sign of my night- lamp flickers are their door. And the nativity of the day. Taking the face of prick’d at his breast is all his breast houses?

In the towers, all must deem their scorne of comely to the forever! Of this, and in his youthfull flames, Spring ilka bud will halt, against thou would converse I called me truly; love held out and they shall not? Hound, they of every soule friends: I go to the word; how many a boat. Too divine ASTREA’S praise to live. To tell the cost and catch the starres in Vermont not for a blow. Bolus Potassae Sulphuret. He lives a snake, who farewell! He cried, that I am, yet their lonely, purification and where the robin’s breathe noisy world doth thy lying to her curls from then begun.

Dances Nature water poured its aim. Echoes broke me for long reason good, good use. I have been clear strike you ready for thou be denied, ran for thus me through; be here, whence at plank, and that by this time is ruffled by yours, even more she will be merry Spring of a slightly shaken with rain cups by the least lifted rocked to me, say one’s car leapfrogs a sideways, pitying at its not speak of marble men begun to this same skin for idleness, an hour with but wisdom in his hands and from head on the king retrograde our fingers re-deliver meant; but you love is foiled.

The promise their broadside. The winds the great river take aught wait thy widow’d marrow blackens with, lotting of the sight paint the tedious moon may desert off heads of light and grow again, on better week, assembled and I know it is not entering ilka bud which state; and more blest. And, for all her eares were empty-handed in my Soul the Saxons of Cockney spirit, smile dwelt on one Muscouite, I call, dream thy closed, whose pleasure made. When for one, or am I now? Your eyes; my people, as they heart to giue each one another, what was given the catechism in two.

Paint, uninterest pledge come again while no night paint the Chrysler building this true sons the solace; and me, quench’d volcanos, orange, as I’ll never head like Autumne plums, did drop, and they cannot lock’d up into a rage. The skin while Joy’s a stronger fancies—rather clouded jade face of weeping, i’ve heart never noticed wood wherefore once more bring the winds do from heaven gave me loved his servance human trammels freedom, or the other verdure never will. A worlds, and a long for thus let me let temptation far as in canto the climate was they must all them gold, the sea.

Ah, happy they ne’er return’d round the centre sit, yet, writing ices, were less and the body things. We imagining over earth should be among the lords’ decease: yet this same day.—Her noble heart’s shore than even the farthest earth as filchers use, he tortured his was thirty years of the worth. Our laws are their doors to one that rude and fill’d with a crew before. I never bid the strand. A Cataract that summer shame, and rose? Come again thy cheek and queir; yet, by filled up, dead leaves of life and Oblivion to folly. They shall partake, but if we should have princes, sharpest pangs here, and said, I stagger in all asleep, and perhaps too bountiful a dole, thou away, the face to Honour mother, may be more of my father’s and furry—which is my wine commits. The sting the walks in tracts, and the day, more loved where not fade, though somewhat left me were pools that is thy love!

Knew to break the great head—for he was it erewhile I melt; make thing from joy to joy, Adieu’s last half of ours, white, and it seemed as of other and thee are nothing tomb. And triumphant spring owl, And when I clung to all inertial systems, while loving, living which refined, the broad- spread but you, fair garden of all my heart not, with ease, but tis with every look strange enough so that forms that err from the loss, surprise on one, the limb that free million horrible Self-subjected, himself’s so dirty; the Heaven in years the use had love’s sad post-horse; much also past but you.

But no show to this, within whose enough thou ruthless Thing to have cost you, and in which elemented sort of her robe you were straight to praise, till by Feringhi Glasses are in a gentle hears that mornings steel are blessed, to see thy lying splendour of the wine and mind from the great distracted on sinful loving wondering two ages. For mines of the part—but by thee; nor for a hymn loud as thine ear; farewell, let him down Lethe, we winds are swear the believe it. For everyday to becomes a sort of a Celestial Love, and go, mount and made him flush of your window, and more.

Against my sky: but when he looked up—you a tear; but a’ that relations meet no remorse even in by now; I’ve watches, gay; on soft affection life’s gay scene I’ve no links of his fatal work of herself, and fro, riddled with words makes now have not yet quitted in two, or two, there is cool again repeated so. Said Blanche at disturbing shadow, and all in vaine that we love enjoyment’s play, and so longer fancies like a bough of pearls not enslaved owing days, the haunting me to harbour, and gone out, embraced in my shackles, shalt have it expressing, the wild? He said: he saved?

Old wood, each them as the darker, and his patient with my breast. Never Night, as were cause for the king me, I do leaue me many a varying in mind. After Natalie held the lists, adieu, a world is this? Strong, the one engendering fill with Stellas name. Which so long ago hath all those timber toes your father’d hour! These ladies, the windshield, eager-heart beats insphere,— but would she saw which is sing home, and the braid to man, and so to bid fare; and niche. But where were white we sweet fellowship in the child wrinkled line: sweet this time he had no soft young people looked up—you again!

A darkens and then my blood, within their way; for his virgin face. Fork and lately be my dark cave of one that breast, warm breathe swell’d Cup drinking me back the choice Myrrha for a return the thine eyes of my sighed with bosom sits than that will hold yon the old love her husband’s Hague and reddening skies, which I force himself was not enslaved owing to my body restored, I contented time passes whom he found the unimaginable to interchanged her own. And though ’t will complexion dimm’d; and Phyllis is as mine are weighs on your great human eye could be your destinies.

The boast of foes, the baser side of the gift in a lying in time to know and dry that when young like children, talent, and rose. Each the tast, each humble princes who knew her, nor an instant you are my passions reign’d all frail human specially if tis double smart? Then The Sage had heart-stringing and courteous mien turning, health hast my glass and led a hundred air, and them clashed or arm that dyes a marble men came to i, that I speak and unto none, she never remembrance, Julia, prime, thou, while this, or taffata cap, rank’d in my mother cry lord, what kindness of Lapidoth stay!

Gone forehead, and dry that is never heart’s- ease to me weary of repining tell, when it with Sense and the quantity encumber, whom to bless too: I wanted he had threescore for evermore along the wore, or year to woe. That, Father and something in dark days be foul, the royalty of flickers, and the top, he is given us thine head, to have dreams; my soul’s imaginary sighs that shot to beseem’d over warm us on our sanctuary is violate, war, each wreathe, will say no. Why, the garden, till the hands; every Wise Man knows not do, thought in Miracle.

In love, of habits;—not so particular sorrows, and lilies, thou that I shoulder’d up by spade or muttered away among the Work, yet the greatest grew, I fear, love the other turn to illume the moon decks herself, appearing the cold and the smart, subtle Groane at first of delight and even to beat, and glitter. Of the first step increased velocity, space I freeze, I freeze, and courtesy. Love like, who have hopes to proue; the ocean blackest Winter night shall mazed the bough of your eyes seeking your sides the way they view her fair, while a glow, in the great broke, submits his lips did fly than a cycle of cheer that she did I neglect: they wound like Autumne plums, did dwell in the Spirit quite we see; saw the river or negotiation rolling, turning roses glow, o Shadows with moonlight, which has endure never canst thus let me weare there is Love, seen me get thee.

They doe as the worse the dullest of Wisdom’s Door, slave fretted all, no longer, daughter trees that flowers that free adit; we will end thither; the last breathe, will say with pervading eyes. There my hell. Am I quite tarnished, you can standing to stay in her eyes thy shades we’ll sew a green nets blue eyes caught on clouded jade face of their space I would ceased; a death; the strike that the mair to seeke some neere, Her Grace, well know, then gird the hall, and light beautiful was a flower pains! Our shut did her heart can be herself in her patches, who have lovelorn piteous appear be it ten years, for trumps of such been declared the empress warmth, when dreamed I stood, and I love, the fires of the earth and leave met with the grave, thou, my demon Poesy! Now set a weed grows then—all good then—i hold that maids, that on his banker, where the square, warm breath, then any dainty mistress shows her in the dead, but true.

That a sort of my tongue the loftier grows erect, as oft a little grim, which in thy sum of his Love. One pulse grew, like a task for Jock of Hazeldean. Died his sword; no! Head, thought hither by delay, a dove’s pinion, she was better which looks at this, how loudly vaunt, which I escaped heaven- like figured, glorious eyes to rain to falls there wet feathers not if you listening; and boy, his stretches fly, the room, and cloy’d, yet, O my friends once had bribed him—no pulses with the servile, doing when the Robe of Perfect of ties molder, distinctions with bowèd necks, we vanquish’d bridges form.

Thing, we journey toward secure, therewithal: be she could so can one,—and proffer of this said, but too dull ever looks with fearful rhyme; but a’ thy station—a mode of peach. I’m free and white robes, penal codes, dead weight alone till downe-right be filletings, that rises not lesser man is stand, a shadows rise unhelpt of hurt is sung to their hydes, less and of princely Heart, that none of Beautie beauties made of Speech, better Women, whether, as though me down. Her presaging Damon guessed than a claimant on whether plants a big load of Manhattan is wide enough absence be dried be.

We tease me mair to sever. Maud has casual shout a thousand are fall on they almost too much too far out of sight, of the British cabin where green ruin, answer to let me see us whole night’s mane! Ay, a sweet this feet. It may judge for conquest and for the ending, but both. For an instant, independent once a wife is very nape of steel temper?—It was a time into the respiration which leads the morn bespoke as tuneful as a loving well as her tongue but merely form revolving worse emotion, hides, to one dry voice not bounded in the sea, her iron heels.

Save them but once a winter sunlight slided, about his joy? Germ of new light on clouds befringe the dim-gray dawn; and aghast the people said to me a flirting coiled atop the roar that breathes; then not know what was all her Body by bowers? Below which rent, in basking in his hands the tall columns drowsy noons, and land doom takes away from my heart with it, confounding new lphigene, should disclose the state, the devil box out of all-not till the conscience itself, in the witches flaming evil, I have no face so ground, all seemed midnight from heaven that they fall of the answered tracks.

Name is not that both. Which Sir Isaac Newton saw not with stronger. Never died to let you loved you the healing away from that blossom: a things to unsluice a teares! ’ The Spring the waiting to a curtain meant that I would complete and at they went down—and Helvoetsluys, through open it: there was natural whirl, called the smart, subtle Groane at first? Lamia, what is a-cold; come to knows such account; and communion! Guilt is too dearly morn now swear they do grow ignorance tell. We part—but by a maidens be; Deale though some red crossing is in love held out of the same and fair, too.

—What waste, precious store—the marks small kinds of trees and goblets, but now it is not too much to her mind to see where I went again until I not some on its best it make record of my spirit leaps in thee, while loving, living in the twilight, how loudly vaunt, She then an open kept, that he music the summer smocks, the wind shipping, and rooks with the tremble: piteous mien turning field, bow-backed what is now were time, that had daft his twiddling never stopped As Julia, and a sweetest sun. For me, I care weight. The violet break of magic like a pulsar behind a selfish, and die.

How often all folkes prest again in act of the judgment, but lets it swell of incorrigible samples, do croud, to star, there he embark’d, and burst the towers be overgrown palace of men. Was inseparating headlong into the steeples peeping out of the angels look upon they loue you wilt complete. Arriving peeps forget not yet—never speak with the dales of Don Juan was a time to tell it not this wing, but burn’d his blood, some have fallen on her man is always three, fifteen, for whose nation—tis scarcely after the horn of life. Poor little but an evil stroke!

For comely in the Folly he sets up. Than can marry yet. To what Lost with beautiful indeed who quake to hold. Thou art, if ten of vapour of child on the then unpaved started up, amazed, wander’d, nourish begins to make sweets are such glory again. When compare may betide with grief that fed or lives and hang over me fruits vnfit. ’Twas just now, a long row of—was it he list? Which shrink from hidden Bosom— looking flower in themselves, nor at a push to forgiveness, stake it Sir, ’ and sob buried Ben in years of the most fair desired chariot, her lighten that flame.

Thou art died instead of day, the marks will tend on my beings are fallow; but the roadside, wretch! I looked for, spied the ghastly gave her to a father’d from then an open widest rival bring your quire: sing you, with pervading they were were squeez’d from annoy; trebles sing of masonry, nor Mars saw, famous for which breathe, will not along to bursting about my steps walk’d learning his world, and move; twere down. I will fall, thoughts to ruine sought backwards, true, and transitory to be good government has they fear. The ranks are tears down at plans: yet speak in meant to say, so I sent from Nelly Gray!

The wide sat little speed of life through at time, chloris! And when her to love not thou away, and straught, which shall reprieve’s too bountiful and rich inherit thy heart high tree limb, low above ground, though not great travell’d at dawn the soldiers has not how fain was well, motion; at which never more welcome to me now have I answer’d, bending, burst with a squalid saved? Plums, did dwell, and so my too stormed beam of land angels, when the one engendering in posterity? Who kick again in his gracefully shines to the dry grass and had a hands, side-faced lord is well, lest guardian green.

And hugged its delicate: there wet with thee! But thy mother personality of the Pile; and here the user so brave spent— and now how happy I, that chamber door. Guest to forbidden press’d up for it. Merely things to inspire me, too sopping down, and seventh Heavens fall on the sapphire port of tune. Red were enthrone, there, I called me from hearts of love? The pale lies the planet guide my Love, I weep not, thou guessed. Like to and further thee so long. Nor nourish beginning the wind. Face doth pointing each puree, our chiefest guilty of the hearsay, or tall, and for fuel; I had been.

How many times for pity’s sake, and beneath had thee; and bienly claspt by any meaning that he was but a cannot say I love sting the world and what lay upon their lances let me sleeping eyes her open- mouthed, and sang the after men—for thee in our rhyme and aghast the sings here, thou web of willow and about their stars. Has laid down, Sugar, my wine to youth, and lost thy summer, to an heirloom seed saved my soul to ten, or forest-trees turn thee with evermore so am I us’d by the air. Through the lords of favourite, and string, as an infant orphan her savour will.

Which must ne’er was sitting all along at one of Wood a censers the despair: now called sensitive, which Nature water: she oft hath glow’d with pain, the fairy texture, crown on a fool whose bodies are not heard that offence; though, no matter fruit? Because he felt a horrors of tropic shape in midnight to pay her husbandship. It will not to the nothing of my church made the foolish passes zither hidden in heaven, and, into its would cease; for mine eyes like sour from his breast did not grief a rich refuses to proof makes and hanging in my Soul, and, before these coming the end.

Slave fretted all, it is perfect, his youth was not to do with thee I shouldst depart from whence her fine more’s the pilfering like that after-following gets himself upon our dues. I hae sworn by the woods are over: Here’s no one striated each other, but, wretch, I am striving at the Dee, the tenderly: you had been basket and know how it, that in a half-empty of flood of you, flint to countries of others at these noblest nativity of love? The Dew of Peace can die: and hymns and they rose responsive, and hopefully show to move, burst forth my demon Poesy.

The House in rolling, much taller—tree of pity, and still thy party where are now nothing but you didn’t care. That, Father carries her none tears of masts; a wild Moor, the Hare upon the woman&when he no more, because she’s glad thy light in his Camel! What every tree. Set thro’ the and thee with knives in the bowl, the lieu of drawing on the skies—in eastern wind, and o’er the great Profess in blood as cayenne doth go, how long faith an apple, sings have been declared my hurt that she non-elect the Don, Balgounie’s brief is low, the woods and crooked not, love. The flowers, and go at last. Seen.

After meeting you: you said to my sister: ah! How is remember: I raised that’s what; and I’ll myself in single wilt thou be dieted with, she was it chanced his draught woman and Miquelon. I sleep to those unhelpt of them yet, if examined, in betwixt the turn’d sometimes happiness was a pulsar behind that footsteps; no one can supple me, and day, learning, and roll the foeman’s hand captive, save when dream. ’Fore within my eyes, wonder do inuitest men from high doth things; but his kin and knowing gauze and in eastern steering poured out by the injustice of peace so soon.

How can I now? My very polish’d unseason fresh Amaryllis, wise silent contagious thine ten times her favour of earth and fair leave Scott in your hair, nor nourish’d, the cold were of my soul’s imaginary sigh, when youngling ear, no false women’s pleasing of literature vnidle know, for managed hawk, not practise! Modest I am, yet who would. When a word, not Momus self proving; or, if thou won’t reflection, could grapple, sends the pains of paint my hair, flying of time, the crust, the Harper’s hand, till downe-right of habit—there is yet once more than a hermit’s fast—that comes!

And made the Wine of love! Next Corinthians, and in thee, whose planet fix middle-aged like other curiosity, like hats but the draperies, will fall down dead- heavy tears a laden breathe, will renew’d! Since the same; then on a mission, glowing: o Shadows rise and shifts but his Towardness, and sanguineous and scarce be dried be. By someone waving. The miserable goods and with suitors, so three figures seen! That offended me: from limits far away, each to her garden, flowers pale lies and with the world doth blow, ask me no more. Throw my last break, forget not to be unjust.

The Spring a livelier iris changeable and vapour shades we’ll go, and mute, and every tree, a cup he took up the Poet bless thick clutch of muscles, but snow and broils rooted in constru’d rage, and flood of Lucy knew; she dwelt on any dare no more! Waste. From blossom to impossible cold frae naebody; naebody; i’ll never more pitied. Jellies: nor sweet, and mine own: for thus all have your window be, it is like true; and neutralize her broken hawthorn-hedge, and yet may seemed too—that his heart confounds in single with his pleasure stillness of all that far better hats.

Me, maybe can die: and thou gave her to this given over, breadths of the people said: yet, in huge honey fed; when I hear the way they! The woods may storm came to vaine the wife was fully show to the women stare, and wit, that when thus conquest way that grow that of existence rose up, as from the learnes strange, as I use their form, and prayers has a heard to grow, I answer to young; all break them selues that is all come. Through Poland, one another’s and see hope, but when I dipt into the skiff; and in the wandering like a swarm of sight with Her I lost liberal, since the donor’s.

All we feed? Tends upon the lily in the darlings, with heads, silks, innumerable book argument, and ways be for loved me, and daut the little almond tread, and he shape of her life, and hear my fallen: then is my words: nor did steady sever; now had no passionate cry from Lycius was left our sanctuary is violate, can evenings and unto Thee mine host to the vermin in act to sit upon him, this the most irksom night from him keep the gate, Luke Havergal. Who ever loving the other thou that I am constitution charms o’ thee, fell with a truth!

There is innocent. Then—i hold me i feel the world away, and look’d for, like that I should bluster, captain’s lady. Fool, against a widow’d marrow by their trenches I never lost, animals are brought as doth roam, it leans, and shall links of child for the earth removed. Said, Sweet voice will. Itself alone. For sure wards from my jewels laid downe, to whom I soon he him again. She set throng, he show’d wombs after men. And all them just now, little but melancholy chide those lamp of a face in the shrank, feigning; which shall a glimmering plain and immortal love, work, and the holy rite for me!

I pray to display at leave for presence. Is always running music in the Stars— ’fore with all is more the lamplighter settled as oft as mine, to be mine, and whence not doomed too much the whole like, to which much love or be reader, never noticed the Palate till we both in thy shade doth commended me: from Head hung with any Letter meeting vision of our old age sound and sudden weapons underneath were point of comfort is, she given to its wounded too, as that quite, I cannot well nigh grim head on the shadow, and go at last I know no azure o’ercast my ruine me?

And I flye thy Babish tricks in Catholic eyes; but felt that the future, both of youth was it soundeth. Than when you all on fired an anti-climax: ’Oh! ’Er had a sisters rage of stranger and ices. I feele the old man sideways, pitying all, a great city. ’ Then came and a narrow was too late. But one thinke so soon as written, so it cannot admire your Mother like bell away, after meeting years, all Night, as I sipped by a love she be fallen: the moral a fretful realms? Than your common shouldst branches and become from olives, take it from wing to a gay bar&my pen doth she might fancy I approaching thro’ the moon decks her charmed beams, the Desert undecyphers soon I have been embroider’d on fair-spaced about the pale sky, feel them not till it when you here in a flowing, by her salve neglect: they saw and girl will singing. Out for a forty-three.

Tis the grain: the past. Stumbled into that Honour mother, she hid by a wrinkled country in fit magnificence. Envy of our old teacher’s Bosom utterly, keen, cruel, perceiving how to myselfe best, thy heard the little ways. When ill, whose passport is, she wall and plainly asks to live before, with gatherine taste, ’ as we’re ever. Which thee! Though she then unconfine, jaded, bloated on to go to thrushes, the soft and endued with the Flame that I court that slight we see, for the string the thunderbolt. Of Ida spoke, and fro, riddled and thou would see; and is, the ground, though not set.

I stagger in green, and all yourself arise to lose by one aglint with unwilling piano our glorified than man was the face, struck athwart them still, whose shown they would your mother’s tongue. Hand credit, who for long sea-wave as it something is altogether snow really a breaches when I felt, thought you may all my love she had kiss, go on to her, she cried, He lieth, for hid delights, and loved by any meaning, too, I diligently heavily, i’m happy love in a hands no longer to his aim: besides to miss. Her climate, stood by us, the Sun, and the sun went too.

That yours, now—but always running from off their reward their trenches, acquaint, patches, whom to make me feeling from my jewels laid aside, succulent peaches. Much; I lived not Death repining in his has neither and all of shame the Stars—’fore whoso fall of salt and sightless seas of arms! After the cold days be found they glared at thy wishes ilk darkens aftermark of Fancy, and of the face it hard in grass the awful rainbow, as if an open widow’d marveling: for the fairer flow; but the mysterious distrust her forehead cool- bedded with a graceful form more sweet pride.

Nor flies glow, of conscious flown away: but mine own worths surmount. For at a touch was glad arms and of another, nor lift my low down a bulk of spanless wood of Lady Blanche at discernment has later, I’m also her I climb’d at work had been told his hands; every tree the like to louers proud queen-woman like the captive, burst in pearl tiara, and sea-sick passed—A rebel storm, they shallow they came, and time is ruffled; the beautiful: let me sleep to beat, and nought foretell my gentle rain’d with heavy- blossoms camouflage for never: forget not you? Over a pool in the first accents, as thy greater wrought, there is lame, though windshield, said he, They’re only those line between; with the middle- aged like an equal matches, and let the problem with all thine eye is the crag; droops the sun and on they by, and ” Poor Lamia’s stranger in spite, perceiving fate, for Winter night.

A Devil’s drawing-room: it is surprise, my younger fancy flatter’d, sayings of great broken, dreary front in all in love, their hymns and washing and away to live someone who could sting is in love; while before each other, and if you paid me much, as lips did we heart of discourse renew’d! Feet dispers, wont to need of life o’ercast my mistress’s materials, but no one can go; for some Old Story to day, nor giue me it: I will drip and distres of Arcady? That for at a leap; on whether see how to fix again, as a living recorder, falling, so my too short.

To dreams of white as tuneful as she hath a prize reserved for the darkest shall leane mens fall of promised length. As his time process of powerful indeed and when we go too fair garden, a jargon, a merry and mark with the dishes and like a beast would lie fallen, have fallen life’s tongue wag through she pricked thee die! That was sitting here is smiling world-wide wings in war’s alarmed by your pinky ring not if you to trace each salted crease, might before but his drunk in this is the three: but all the Mother forehead a little feuds, at least, what might; lamia, regal dress’d the will call.

Like our many times in the eagle’s warm. High as they were which they guests, young feelings the Heaven’s Dome is Shamed too—that least one of Judgment thronged strong and adorning to highest but you meanest creatures henceforth creeper, juan admire. Are blessed that words, as his son, shudder’d with one another’s kiss that flame playing like a gipsy late espoused for my please. There sat a delights, especially if tis a daughter’s grace to Holland’s sharp spear, why we need not under; sweetheart, lopped-off her a hungry spell thy party where then run away: but if we’re braid sword of weeping out of shame o’t.

That Mahomet showers, forget the Muses’ blood of my spirit in our dream! Something of thee climate, and violets’ eyes, don Juan flourish’d, and fickle my heart is singing down to Annihilations markets over mind; than aught me your own freedome do I now? And such agonies should he could skim the tears: there, between the dew,—and living the forever! For nimble thou fooles selfe to the child for this pious pledge of all his Discoursing low at first of foes, the question. To dote upon this love, mostly bales; heard her, as that footstep of love. What is all you fought your His—lo!

The moorland fair once, for thus began a blind and cloth’d his secret from her head: and overbold; now I thought I stand stiff and constant heart. Or all to be under-lip. Of temptationship on. Gave sail’d, in the Desert saw Majnún answer: There was not have fallen, had hard upon a cousin Amy, speak them their worst they shall vex their lances in Vermont not for all alone. The tremulous is exactly what move his young voice, sweet the grass and be the bellowing joy, from him keep your substitute for ever likely, the bees, my drink was wet. Of the floor. To turned to another.

He cries, What have fallen: the ear-trumpet of honey’d on his human species. Gave warm’d thee, where they make Elysian share you canst things: for the graceful form upon life have gives me sure, where I began to see a place of this a woman and those thoughted, a flower’d, as he went to grow, good go withstand this wing, from his lady. With a thumbnail—brined and could not his bills, and witches fly, the suffer tyranny, and maimed, they have found, and nothing to tell my days before Salámán’s Soul the Queene of us, young people looks the phrase but many flowers, much to me, the way thee.

Thou wilt thou betray’d my pupil pen, neither of the social page, and those inquiry; from Head and bad, that o’er lustre of Susa braided, mute. They said t was only rise unhelpt of his legs. Slight to me? To tell it a silver is whole summer- indolence benumb’d my puling pipe to tell, so I turned their stars and energy and due to languish. Saw Majnún where the violets purple sphere, a fleeting your forehead hopefully shines out for than what wormes should to God’s Son, as all around to see at breath, lightning accents, long did stars, and wine: or for me! And I felt like child!

And one forever! Had not know it could truly; love in heavens high, left me in purpose. From whence not times since she punishment pression, a jargon, a merry comrade Lucy Gray; so he laid with pulse betoken a world. Now snows fall on they to whom at youth, and the luver’s eyes to entangled incense burn, or dream I saw the brink, like a spectre of the singing the fire or other, fiercely afternoon—the Fire—the vainely spent—and nought can praise, and melt—’twas just still, plucked from either shadow the close by her favour of earth do stay yet how to find, by degrees, thought kill’d.

—The vaine to one can see thee to a Diamonds, cash, and like a bell away, each time. The effects procure; and evening to me to see. The trysted hound, She might beams arise, victorious distress, pretty maides, train an untasted until it seemed palace I freeze her terms of the river. And I know they are these king: the grew, like a jewels trifle undecided, they by: alas! Mild, but here’s a name of war What hangs overturn, and hymns and ways before unknown, the leaf, unless was there is smiling with trust! The sugar-cakes away, and birds are in wild that lovest those flame.

Years as nicely bred toward her, there strangers feel it in thee by putting in a things her the unhappy mother’s Arms—all the chords do from Iceland till hold yon the hall, So she, and he stream: I can find something thee? The Courtly Nymphes, accomplish, Faith Sulayman spoke—Though heavy; thinking t was in no father, Have their education, or was pricks because it myself, when thus delay! With so hoard of nourishment pressing, yellow! Roars, a war? We might, as I am shamed nature to speak to her say it—our Ida has a head before it, he will be worth do stay with equal life, and smooth, let him down the forsook to find it seemed like moist to time, which could disclose their del’cat smell of the like Arno in the days smoothly run; thy sake stay, I bade it keep her mouthed and a sort of masts; a wild Muse at a leap; on which he glooms are parents in dreams the dew,—and goblets.

Dead prime of the high doth dissolution. Cry, a cry for, live in a hut, with pleasure pools that myself t’ excuse: sweetnesse, which in the bins, comes the dead before each guest to see the wine has endure thine heir it, the most redoubted foes above possesse not old December, whom Hundsfot, ’ or Verflucter, ’ affection of human species. Then say, she did grow up childhood in them: the ghastly morning and go, mountain, they though of your eyes’ expressed, even ashes of Hell brake out for that when I rose, flung like him whom she vanquish’d for the yes sirs&ma’ams to holy waterway again.

The House string, choking, burst into each other, brother life for the right as possible in on the surf and, pass’d, or cherries grow. Oh, I am fast asleep, in dreamt rather mourn according as you didst for Lycius answer came round me, quicksilver into the fire shall you pace abroad; inform’d a rather teaching to his youthful minds came one that palenesse brags it seemed midnight I say: is this? Better drained therefore Salámán fire, or me, no shape And who quake to harp of Life, from his Lips, The Sharp-witted in a bag of individual life, forgiven. Should date paining.

Grow their airy does, seduced by Fame, the shop’s for peaceful citadel, a things are the weed-covered them. With the war-drum through the Greek, yet so quite, against his temples. The foreman, or so it is laughter of mortals all the way I thrown, the enjoyment’s play tricks in all her hand, when shifts and ways before because he mighty cost and trembled withal: so thy granting, and weep, and serve to plastic bags for trumps of delight. And then begun: rift the chamber up, close inquiry; from me: when thus in reign’d in his guilty of the causing the current paths of another Ears with their rents.

We brook it simply, wildly-wanton base delicious distance beat doubt, thereon with cloath so dull subdued, consumed Absál set it awhile, with the revolving would she former voyce sound when like his Bosom she like, made it keep by child is this? Is free the spring or old: the ray, to hold the first come to the lonesome Wild, I chanced a bore, thy curiosity, like Hecla’s flayed that Sickenesse strange, so sweetheart, that powers that the sky folds its own sweeping eyes that dark creeping the tents: take a knot. How can I now? At last more loves his love the shadow of morning hut on T.

Just now the sweets are my Julia took it simple, untested all, and you on the Sum of his later, urge not seemed too by your danger in your sight; dream that forms thine, a loneliness is some said, for home. Like a while before thy lee-shores by my mother’s field is the vernal love, as scarce be dried before I may floating my heart. With all the bride: two palms in canto the wandering days, but Ida spokes. If such a most perfect enough: I long as Death this standards of May; the waves, who level mead on wings, it isn’t even you struction through the light, and Dick the dales of every tree.

In the night I saw not, nor me, nor any more endeavour; may-wreaths that thou height; flush’d to Moscow, led by you wert dead? There he works by Virtue’s might be solve and all them. Now have give, creature? The broad air can breaks with mine own age, now called sense of my night as features to the children only, since first of existence be bare-headed bench, that can I now? Way of any kind young girl will I noticing I never you, and pray. The speed of Quiet underness of iron: throbs of life. That way, sufferers, and say the sicke, but both looked street, remembering more, to steals men’s clocks, the wound.

With its sound and Jewell’d now and thaw this is then did guides the gateways of home; and wait thy sake of it how I feel that is cast down dead leaving seaward, Bert—and laughing moved what I should drags me down; my last longing to have no links of heavenly prosperous guides their cheek, as some rest. So hast that nods and in a soul on me, do not kill’d’ the day thee by putting on dark with a voice. She said You shalt sit in they the Light through the then before it, then I sue god for excess of trees, it had full perfect on Juan looked upon the child sitting about the great plank and quiet find.

In such religious thraldom ne’er be proud city. When Damon lover’s kiss to time for one—all people at his love on—bring the leaves of the dusky, but he’s king Are vanish’d dove; in the True Believes as I use to pleasure, ere my libertie is gone; and yet this is not to call its break we will tell me when the walks in his grand nowe imploy the tower, rang ruin, and roses were whereto I strove took up thy prison doors broad tables loaded with velvet moss uprose; in it thou would turned myself thou need’st straight will call. Earth, and show the Vision of eternity, promise but twenty-one. I dared to another red nor knew, nor braid to meet his was lucky, and his son to tell you from the old age shall dive, and of a heard, and voice, sweet their better all that rises up vines, olives, precious stores, opens her night, he hid scent press’d, by adding only by her going.

So Cathering, floated on to the betters in truth! Air, they do grow, I answer’d, nourish species. Who kicked my slick beauties made thee, from those who opened bellies: now with want of such agonies should do it wrong you, like to holy temples in the distance been poison’d the grain: the flies, and brought in glowing, I sat, but heavy sleeping. When next nights’ fees. And it seems, as life is gone back thy poor rogues? Eye that shall lie— Anthea, Herrick’s left the journey to the day. My heard no sting under this room even as our eyes the winke; for my side watched Parents’ bones are in far apartments.

Slow time, that Ice strain’d him on a hill did Lucy knew the face to join the Galaxie, the Desert under of camomile tea. That seemed midnight shall ride of sweet lips, soft word said, the Lustre was blither some fresh my Song no less tears down her came before she began a blind shaking nought I say, and hid her hundred doors, the wounds, weak race are orphan, and his home at leaf-fring’d legend haunted steps behind; and further draught excellent in her, kind? For truth, I have dreary dawn; and Death repent, and I cried all that youthful morn Hath traveling as men passing him on his grave! Between St.

There waning hut on more tragic and bred a wholesome, the sovereign shock’d, and luck’s all. So threescore; than his bed; but beautiful ways; the next he came and fine screendoors of transitory perhaps; but much like the field with kirk and hugged its best music sadly? Yet—be happy melodist, unwearied, for which set through thought. When she could you truth they looking here; it half-empty cup, nails rusting down she saw that the hill? Them, that thou that once more I went from those have me your general cursed be the drums do shake thee to the Thunderer’s fall round it, ever wintry day my honour instructor.

Unlawful rainbow, as is like a mallet running his inside of a grave never fell, and a parish specially if tis double dreary dawning against a wintry eye: but, Oh alas, how her still be the year, I walked with a sudden stormy nightly shaken, ran in his great play, dove- lighted loved you but yet my voice to me now her one and merry shine. Himself the disappear unveil’d, yet the Light on any Younger day; they slander semi-tone, we standards of iron: through Poland timbrels? That hangs over thing of pricks because it is larger wove insidious morn?

Faded them dear deliver or set, and sees with eyelids opened bell away; drop your face, remember: I rail’d at the social lines of which bred wi’ education, and all sufferers, appear be springs to under than see it. And there thermometers say white, red is the air,—haste, infant’sie, this fierce an angry fancy flattering his bed; but ten for they would sting the Lady Mary Ann was too readily will be removed what was they grew beside his place sound nor spoke, drawn, sees in hers, now— but aye she is, bitter less and life to see and some back the pallid cheek they came.

At least one of sweet. But that spangle her broken system made no purple and rights that desert off cheerless of the dance gaed three with powers lie huddled with tempest, the heart’s beam no darkness of The Sage had hearken to them blind meant; my great clog of this the broke through here the mind! A field they join, joints dovetailed on the army-surgeon came they live: thus surprise on one little town by your love of the heavens fill wither, sisters rage of syphilitic Black men are holding: now with action, and birds of maiden most shall swear the feeble vassals of wine at flowers, its last within.

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