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seasidepierre · 3 years ago

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sunkissed face pt. 3 | charles leclerc

FORMULA ONE DRIVERS MASTERLIST

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8

summary: Some dirty secrets have been aired and you’re not sure how to respond to it.

warnings: Flashbacks from war Monaco 2021 that will break your heart.

words count: 6.5k

a/n: I told you guys the third part would be up rapidly after the second! Thank you so much for all the love you gave to this series. It was amazing to share the first two parts with you and who knows? Maybe there will be more than three parts in the future 😏🤍 This was written before we’d see Charles brag about his carbonara sauce skills and end up poorly graded by the Ferrari garage, so let’s pretend the dude can cook pasta, okay? (let’s be honest, I’d eat uncooked pasta if he was cooking for me and call him a chef, anyway). As always, a huge thank you to @dansunflowers for being the betareader any writer could hope for and for hyping me up so much by threatening to come and beat my ass if I stop writing about our F1 boos.

Charles’ flat was small but cute nonetheless. There was a giant bookshelf full of racing trophies and helmets and even though the living room was tiny, he had made it feel homey, with his piano and with white furniture which didn’t overstuff the room. You weren’t feeling crammed in his space, which was an amazing feat but it still felt cosy enough to make you want to stay for more than just the evening.

Charles had come quickly to your rescue, finding you sat on the steps in front of your hotel and hadn’t even had the time to get out of the car and open your door before you’d been sat next to him. Your eyes were still rimmed with tears and he had sighed, dropping a kiss on your temple but never asking what happened. There had been something in your voice on the phone that had made him think that now wouldn’t be the time for questions and even less for answers. He just knew that you needed him and that’s what he was here for. He had suggested stopping at the beach, to see the sea and maybe get some calming vibes but you had shaken your head no, grabbing his hand instead and sliding it to your cheek, leaning into it with relief. You had dropped a kiss on the open palm and left him to deal with the gear stick after that.

Charles had been a good sport and had left you to chill in his space while he was dealing with some calls from the team, trying to decipher if yes or no, he would be racing on the following day. He had left you to wander in his home, letting you discover anything you wanted to. You had spent a long time looking at his trophies, enjoying the fact that he had been successful and how he’d had to fight for every single one of them. Two trophies were showcased differently than the others and when you came closer to look at the engraving, you understood why. They were the ones he’d won just after his dad’s passing and Anthoine’s death. They held a bittersweet memory to them, but him choosing to enlighten them that way looked like an homage more than anything else. It was a nice reminder of the people he’d lost, a way to celebrate them and to remember what he’d had to go through to get to where he was. Your golden boy sure deserved every bit of success he could get.

You looked at his family pictures, smiled at the baby face of the man sitting at his dining room table and compared the softness of his rounder face to the angles and stubble on the adult’s face. There was no denying that Charles had always been cute but you relished in the warmth his eyes still held. You crashed on the couch to browse some of the books he had on the shelves, diving head first in one about Monaco and learning a bit about the principality. You didn’t even hear him hang up with his team but you sure felt him sitting next to you and dragging your bust to his, making you lean into him.

“Are you feeling better?” he whispered on your temple, his lips grazing your skin with every word.

“Yes. Thank you for picking me up earlier than we had planned,” you sighed, loving yourself against his strong chest, closing your eyes for one second to allow your mind to rest a little, before you went back to the words displayed in front of you.

“Anything for you.”

You hummed in response, your eyes still mesmerized by the book on your lap. Charles left you to read in peace, letting his fingers play with a loose thread on your left hip and his chin resting comfortably on the top of your head. At some point, your stomach grumbled, which made him laugh a little and he declared it was time for him to honour his engagement. He left you on the couch to go cook and when he announced it was ready, you were still engrossed in the book, finding it so interesting, he had to physically get it out of your grasp for you to pay attention to what he was saying.

“Let’s get some food in your stomach before it starts growling at me again,” Charles smiled.

“It wasn’t growling at you,” you rolled your eyes but still took his hand.

Charles pushed you forward so you’d walk before him, his hands finding your stomach to rub it gently while he drove you to the dining table. He dropped a kiss on your shoulder, thanking the Lord for your off-shoulders dress and hummed when he smelled the perfume on your skin. Your hand flew backward, slipping between strands of his hair, brushing his ear and making him shiver beneath your touch. Your hand ended its journey on the back of his neck, inviting him to land his lips on your own neck, which he did. The soft sigh you gave him was enough to make him happy, wrapping you both in a warm softness that felt so comfortable it should have been a criminal offence. You lost yourself for a second, wishing you had met Charles earlier and that letting him roam his hands on any square centimetre of your skin would be acceptable, but you ended up taking a step forward before you’d lose yourself for good. Charles was too soft on you and it’d be a nightmare to starve for his touch when you’d leave Monaco.

“You said Bolognese, right?” he whispered, when your eyes finally met the table he had set.

There wasn’t much more than plates waiting to be filled, but he had tried his best and that’s what mattered. There wasn’t any superficial mess but he did find the slightly shinier cutlery he had stored somewhere in a cupboard and you would be drinking from stemmed glasses so that would be a nice change from your mustard glasses with Disney characters from home. You couldn’t be more grateful for him, that night, for giving you more than you deserved and for treating you to a fancier dinner than you should have gotten.

“That smells delicious,” you congratulated him. “Thank you for cooking for me.”

“That wasn’t much, but I hope you’ll like it anyway.”

“I’m sure I will.”

You sat down first, as he took care of your chair like a perfect gentleman. You grinned at him when he served you the spaghetti he had made, feeling like a true princess when really, you were about to eat a very basic meal. But with him and from him, when you knew how busy tomorrow would be? That sure made you feel like you were worth a million bucks. The loud pop of the red wine bottle he had got from his stash made you jump a little before you both giggled at your reaction and he poured you a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon to pair with the pasta sauce. He sure did his research because the wine matched the sauce perfectly.

Once he had got himself a plate as well, you dug into his homecooked meal with pleasure. He was drinking sparkling water, knowing full well he couldn’t afford the alcohol, both when he had to drive you back to the hotel but also when he had to have a complete fresh head tomorrow morning. The wine was solely for you and you enjoyed the gesture even more. He could have served you water too, but he had made it as nice as possible for you. An amazing host, truly.

“Do you want to talk about what happened this afternoon?” he carefully asked.

“Not really. Not now, at least.”

“Fine,” he nodded. “So what did you learn from your book?” he smiled.

You laughed at his words, knowing full well you had been nerding out on his couch like a complete idiot, but at least it had calmed you down and helped you push everything else away. You would have to deal with Harrison at some point, and with Tuwaine, but for now, you were safe with Charles.

You launched yourself into the history of Monaco, letting him react to your findings. An easy-going conversation about the principality started, which you enjoyed a lot. Discovering Monaco from his car yesterday had been fun, but learning more about the story and everything else had felt like stepping a bit more into his world and you loved that. Anything to feel closer to him felt right.

The pasta, indeed, were delicious, which you didn’t fail to tell him while his feet was gently nudging yours. Raising your eyebrows teasingly, you left your sneakers brush his shin almost up to his knee, which made him chuckle and turn an adorable shade of red, though it was nowhere near the red of his beloved car. Playing footsie like a couple of teenagers surely was a bit foolish but you appreciated the easy-going and fun feel that he brought. For the dessert, he had grabbed two small pieces of chocolate cake from the pastry shop down his street and you closed your eyes, groaning at how good it was. Charles’ booming laugh made you do a little happy dance on your chair, letting him know you had appreciated the dinner way more than he thought you would. It wasn’t much, sure, but it was good and it had been spent in amazing company. The way to your heart had a shortcut by your stomach and Charles was delighted to find it out.

It was barely eight o’clock when you both ended your plates. He still had about an hour left before going to bed, if he wanted to be as rested as he could for the race tomorrow, which you understood. Grabbing your hand and helping you up, Charles led you to his piano bench, making you sit next to him while he uncovered the black and white keys.

“Are you going to play for me, Charles?” you whispered, your chin on his shoulder, your nose tracing circles on his earlobe.

“What do you want to listen to?”

“Anything you want,” you hummed.

Charles nodded, launching himself in a piece you didn’t know but instantly fell in love with. His eyes closed in concentration, while yours wandered on his face for a moment. There was the stubble on his cheeks that you already loved feeling underneath the pulp of your fingers and the small mole on the side of his nose that you were dying to kiss. His eyelashes rested softly on the top of his cheekbones and your thumbs ached not to be roaming across them too, wanting to feel the skin there and rest your lips on his temple. There was that little spot on his throat, right by his Adam apple, that you couldn’t wait to taste and that you found extremely attractive. But more than anything, there was the softness in his features, the warmth of his smile, the kindness of his eyes that you couldn’t live without anymore.

Charles had been in your life for a grand total of 30 hours or so and you already couldn’t imagine your life without him in it.

Was it how Love at first sight was supposed to be? Was it even Love?

You let out a breath, happy with where you were. Your head lolled down to his shoulder, letting the soft music lull you and soothe your spirit. The sun was setting down by the window in front of you and you took a second to appreciate the view, before focusing on Charles’ fingers on the keys. They were dancing with a surprising ease, amazing you more than you thought you could be. The stark contrast between the loud noises of the garage this morning and the quiet music tonight was astonishing but you loved it nonetheless. Feeling like you were accessing a much more reserved, quiet, shy and private Charles than the one the public could see, you took a minute to charge your heart of all the little details of this night. You wanted to remember it forever, even though the red wine was clouding your senses a little.

“What is this piece?” you quietly inquired.

“Something I wrote myself,” he let you know.

“A man of multiple talents,” you whispered. “It’s gorgeous.”

“Thanks,” he whispered, dropping yet another kiss on the top of your head.

You weren’t sure you’d be able to get your lips off of this man, at some point. It was a constant buzz, calling your lips closer, closer, always closer, making you want to rest them on his skin and never let go of him. But you knew the time had come to let him rest for the race tomorrow and you had to leave.

“It’s time,” you breathed out, heartbroken about it.

“I know,” he sighed, visibly just as unhappy about it as you.

“You have to sleep, you have a race to win tomorrow,” you whispered, letting your fingertips gently scratch the back of his neck, just where his hair stopped, earning a couple of goosebumps in the process.

“I know, I know. I wish I didn’t have to race tomorrow morning. I wish it was a regular morning. I wish the night didn’t have to end,” he mumbled, a bit dejected, his eyes closing for a couple of seconds while his cheek came to rest on the top of your head.

“That’s a lot of wishes, Mister Leclerc,” you smiled. “Is there any I can make happen, in the time being?”

“Yes,” he exhaled. “Stay.”

The answer came so easily it could have scared any of you. But you felt in your bones that it was the right one, especially when he smiled in your neck and made you shiver even more.

“Okay.”

You texted Tuwaine, letting him know you wouldn’t be back that night. He replied with a couple of emojis, including the knowing eyes and the smirking one, which only made you roll your eyes.

That night, you went to bed wearing a red polo and a pair of shorts that didn’t belong to you, in a bed that wasn’t yours, next to a man that wasn’t even your boyfriend. Still, you wrapped yourself in the sheet and in his arms, resting your head on his chest and letting him bid you goodnight by kissing your forehead, being domestic till the end. You weren’t where you were supposed to be. But how could it feel like it was exactly where you belonged??

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Charles woke up insanely early and woke you up a little later. He was already showered and dressed and would be making breakfast while you were going to the bathroom. You thanked your past self for packing a fresh pair of underwear in an emergency bag a while ago, with a couple of painkillers or other necessities, “just in case”. At least you wouldn’t have to wear the underwear from the day before. However, you had come in a dress and knew Charles wanted you to wear his polo that he gave you the day before. You still had it in your bag, since you hadn’t had time to unpack anything before you left the hotel. You knew you couldn’t wear the shirt on top of your dress but you could still ask Tom or Tuwaine to bring you a pair of jeans from your suitcase, directly to the circuit. You had been wearing your white sneakers with your dress, it could look okay with your outfit, if they brought you your lighter jeans. Texting Tuwaine in a hurry, you put your dress back on and brushed your teeth with the brand-new toothbrush that Charles had fished out of the cupboard, waiting there for him to change his. A forecasting expert, then.

Charles was rather silent and kept to himself that morning, already focused on his race and trying to keep up with the repairs that had happened during the night. The mechanics he was texting with seemed to be confident that they had managed to salvage everything but there was still that part of doubt creeping in his bones and it showed on his face. Leaving him to himself, navigating his kitchen and trying to make yourself as small as possible so you wouldn’t disturb him. You noted that he acknowledged your presence by grazing the small of your back while passing by you or by pouring a second glass of orange juice for you. You didn’t talk at all that morning, but you still took his hand in the elevator to get back to the garage of his building, which he appreciated, judging by the soft exhale he let out and the thumb that traced a singular circle on the back of your hand. You didn’t take the car that morning but he got two bikes from a small storage room, as well as two helmets. He quickly explained that it was his little brother’s bike and even though it was a bit too big for you, he made quick changes to the seat to make sure you could use it. Charles didn’t go too fast, just enough that it would prevent anyone from stopping him but slow enough that you were able to follow him without too much trouble. He lived very close to the track, the ride only lasted ten minutes before you put your feet back on the ground, making the bike roll next to you.

Charles was so quiet that you couldn’t help but be nervous as well. You knew it wasn’t about you, far from it, and you knew it wasn’t about your night together, but you still wanted to make sure you two were good. So you followed him to the Ferrari garage, smiling softly to his assistant who slid a red paper band around your wrist and slipped you a special pass to make sure you could make your way back to the garage if you were to leave it, which you would to regroup with Tom and the others, at least to grab the pair of jeans you were waiting for. Charles was on auto drive and you followed him, wordlessly. He made his way to the small suite with his name on it and grabbed the fireproof racing suit that was waiting for him. You silently turned your lifted index, asking him if he wanted you to turn around and change without your gaze on him but he shook his head from left to right, not caring a single bit about it. He got out of his sneakers shoes first and socks came soon after. His jeans came second, before he slipped what you assumed were fireproof leggings. The idea of enjoying the view of him in his boxers didn’t even graze your mind. There was a race to win and a certain focus to have. You would help him the best you could but if he needed to be alone, you wouldn’t hesitate to get the hell out of here.

Charles jumped in his suit and knotted the arms of it around his waist, before getting out of his Ferrari polo and changing into the fireproof white shirt. He sat down to put on thick socks and his racing boots that you presented to him, which he thanked you for. Once he was ready, he came back to the garage and went straight to his car, examining the repairs that had been done, asking questions on whether he had to be careful about a part or his way of driving, so the car could hold on.

Your phone beeped softly in your bag and you quickly saw that Tuwaine had brought you your jeans. Charles had already told you that you were welcome to use his suite to change, so you decided to do so, simply squeezing his hand and dropping a kiss on his cheek, before you left to find your friends back. Tuwaine was alone when you found him and even though he teased you about your night off, he did bring the right jeans and a fresh pair of socks, which you had forgot about but was insanely grateful for. You let him know that you would go change and find them back once the race would start, so that they wouldn’t have to search for you.

“How’s Harrison?” you cringed.

“Weird as fuck,” Tuwaine shrugged. “But if you want to get away from him, I can watch the race with you?”

“Thanks, big T, I appreciate it.”

“Hey, anything for you, lil’ sis.”

You nodded, grabbing Tuwaine in a quick hug before you made your way back into the maze that was the paddock, so that you could go change peacefully. Charles’ suite was opened to you by a staff member who was waiting for you, curtesy of Charles you’d learn later. The poor guy waited for you to come out, clad in the slightly too big Ferrari shirt with Charles’ name on the tag, written by hand. You were sure someone had to make sure the shirts didn’t get mixed up between team members. Being branded with his name sure did feel great and warmed your heart a little.

“Looking good in red,” the guy teased, with a friendly smile. “Are you ready to watch the warm-up lap from the garage?”

“I’m not sure where I’m supposed to be, if I’m being completely honest.”

“Charles asked for me to make sure you’d be in the garage until the cars park on the grid, after that he wanted me to walk you to the pole position spot so you could be there.”

The pride in his tone, tainted by a heavy Italian accent, made you grin. There was no doubt that the whole team was proud of Charles for scoring that pole position, in his home grand prix. Qualifications were a giant part of this race, pole position more than often meant at least a podium so you could feel the buzz and the excitement from the garage. The guy who was escorting you introduced himself as Stefano and you let him slip a pair of red headphones on your ears before he walked you to the screens on the side of the garage so you could watch the cars.

Your headphones were linked to the radios so you could listen to the directives given by his race engineer and the mechanics engineers. The first few kilometres went great but just before he entered the tunnel, the small whimper you got from the car broke your heart. Then the string of “no, no, no”’s you heard ended you completely.

The silence in the garage was deafening. The sudden stop of conversations, of movement, of noise was so heavy you choked on your own breath. You knew this wasn’t good. You knew the “the gearbox, guys”, wasn’t good. You knew that the faces of the mechanics falling weren’t good.

Nothing felt good, nothing felt fair and you only wanted Charles to come back to the garage to evaluate his headspace. After everything he had done for you so far, it was your turn to be there for him.

☀️

Charles had parked his car in the garage and had sat on the floor, next to his beloved car, trying to decipher what was wrong and if, by some miracle, he could still make his way to the grid a bit later. There wasn’t much time left, but if something could be done, it had to be now. Seeing a tall Charles, sitting crisscross on the floor, pointing parts with his mechanics while they were trying to inspect all they could, was enough to make your heart tumble to your feet. But when the head mechanics shook his head, you knew you’d have to pick the pieces up, eventually.

Charles threw his head into his hands, taking a second to hide and breathe. The sole movement made you stand up from your seat and walk to him, silently kneeling in front of him and pushing his head into the crook of your shoulder. His arms stayed limp between you both for a little moment, before he wrapped them around you and sighed.

“I’m so very sorry, Charles,” you whispered.

“This is racing,” he argued.

“That doesn’t mean it’s fair nor that it doesn’t hurt.”

“It hurts like hell,” he admitted.

“I know, I know,” you soothed him, your hands fraying their way to the back of his neck, rubbing the skin there and trying to erase some of the tension you were feeling underneath it. “What do you want to do?”

“I can’t leave before the anthem, I have to go on the grid.”

“Do you want me to come with you for support?”

“Yes, please,” he pleaded. “I think I really need it.”

You nodded, sliding your hands from the back of his neck to his cheeks, letting your thumbs rest on the top of his cheekbones, applying just the softest of pressure to console him a little. He rested his head in your hands, leaving you in charge of keeping his head held high, just enough seconds to compose himself again, even though you had seen the gloss in his eyes about three seconds ago. You had talked about the meaning of this home race for him when you were sitting on the top of the cliff above Monaco that first evening. You knew how much he wanted to redeem himself from all the bad luck he had ever gotten from here. Not having been able to ever finish the race had weighed on him more than he wanted to. Not even starting felt like the lowest of blows that could happen to him, and in the big scheme of things, as negative as this day turned out to be, you felt solace in the fact that you were for him to pick up the pieces.

When he felt ready, he nodded a little in your hands, letting you know that you could stand back up and he’d follow you. Though you probably didn’t have the strength to drag him up, you still presented your hand to help him up, which he gratefully took and didn’t let go off, preferring to keep your fingers intertwined and squeezed by his. This minimal force in his hand was enough to let you know that you’d be the anchor he needed for that moment, for as long as he could keep you next to him.

You walked to the grid in silence, ignoring the comforting yells of the public that saw him walk by. There was no denying that Charles was their golden boy and they all felt so sorry to not have him race today, they all wanted to console him and even though you felt the love, you could see that Charles was not ready to just yet. For now, he was hurt more than anything else. He’d appreciate the gestures later, when he’d be in the right headspace.

Charles sat on the little wall next to where his car should have been parked, pushing you down with him. You rested your head on his shoulder, your arms coming to grip his left one, so he’d know you were here and he’d feel your support. Several drivers came to greet him, all of them feeling sorry for him, which kinda felt like rubbing salt in the wound but was still a nice gesture from them. They didn’t all come, a good handful of drivers were there to race and that was it. Though most of them didn’t stay for longer than a couple of minutes to chat, some of them turned to you and greeted you as well, which you appreciated. Daniel Ricciardo, for example, had some very wise words to say to Charles, about heartbreak and overcoming it, which surprised you from the jokester of the grid, but he had sensed that it wasn’t time to fool around. He had quickly introduced yourself to you and had said bye to both of you, which was nice. George Russell had sat on the other side of Charles and had rubbed his back in a comforting manner, before he had shaken your hand and asked you for your name. Your accent had hinted him about your nationality and you had quickly exchanged a few words about where you came from and how you had met Charles. The Monegasque stayed awfully silent in the conversation, staring at the empty grid space in front of him, breaking your own heart in the process. Fernando Alonso had been nice too, coming to chat with Charles and trying to lift his spirits up. He promised this was just a setback, that Charles would do great in the future, that he was meant to be a champion in the end and that one day he’d look back on this event and laugh about it. He didn’t say much to you but he at least said hi and introduced himself, to which you blubbered a “hello” back, visibly impressed by the champion in front of you. And of course, Pierre Gasly came by, grabbing his friend in a quick hug and muttering a few french words in his ear, that belonged to them both only. You knew the bond between these two and let them have their moment together, but Pierre smiled at you before leaving, breathing a “I hope we’ll get to meet properly later” accompanied by a wink, which warmed your heart more than you would ever confirm to anyone.

When the anthem came, Charles left you to go stand with the others and you watched from afar how he stood and how his shoulders sagged when the prince came to hug him, sorry for him. You could see how he wanted to make Monaco proud and how he had failed in the process, leaving him defeated in the end. Charles made his way back to you very quickly and you were left to put some warmth back into this man.

But that was before he perked a little and stared on his right, leaving you wondering about what was going on and having to lean over him to see what he had caught his gaze. And your heart tumbled even more down to your feet.

Because here were Tom, Harrison and Tuwaine walking your way.

“Y/N?” Tom exclaimed.

“What the hell?” Tuwaine breathed out.

But above all else, the face of Harrison said it all, watching you all loved up against Charles, your arm linked with his, your head resting against his shoulder and your free hand on his red suit covered thigh. He looked disappointed, a bit surprised but mostly disappointed, which made your breathing erratic, which in result made Charles’ head snap back to you. He knew you had a somewhat history with Harrison and even though you had promised him you were over it and he had assured that he trusted you about it, he still couldn’t ignore the nagging voice in the back of his head telling him that you’d had feelings for a guy who was fairly good looking. Charles wasn’t scared to admit it.

Your mouth went agape for a second and you straightened your back, leaving your little nook on Charles’ shoulder which made him quite cold.

“I didn’t.. I hadn’t..” Tom tried to express, pushing his two index fingers together to mime the fact that he hadn’t make the connections in your explanations, the day before.

“You fucking legend,” Tuwaine whispered, a grin slowly cutting his face in half.

Harrison was still looking between you and Charles, his eyes dropping to your intertwined hands (when did Charles even slotted his fingers between yours??) and frowning, like he disapproved. Like he even had something to say. Wasn’t he the guy who knew you liked him and didn’t say anything about it? Wasn’t he the guy who left you in the dark and waited for you to get over it instead of clearing things up? The more you stared at him and his confusion laced with somewhat anger, the more irritated with him you were. How dared he? Sensing your buzzing madness growing, Charles squeezed your fingers a little, just letting you know that he was there and he wanted to support in any way he could. But in the meantime, he stood up, let go of your hand and brushed his against his race suit, taking a step toward Tom to shake his hand.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Charles,” he introduced himself.

“Dude, I know, you’re literally God here,” Tom joked. “Also, I follow you on Instagram.”

“I do too,” Charles smiled.

“I hadn’t realised we had a common friend,” Tom went on. “I get why she disappeared for the majority of our stay here, now.”

“It might have been on me more than her, I’ve made her tour Monaco for quite a while,” Charles apologised, understanding the hidden meaning behind his words and pushing you out of the hit zone, in the most gentleman-y manor. “She’s an amazing road trip partner,” he smiled, looking back at you, even though you were currently trying really hard to pick on a little bit of skin around your fingernails.

“I know,” Tom grinned back. “I’m glad she got a tour with someone who knows what he’s talking about.”

“Nice shirt, Y/N!” Tuwaine laughed at you.

Your cheeks turned the same colour as your Ferrari polo, which, ultimately, wasn’t even yours to begin with. But the way Charles turned back to you and smiled at the sight of you in his shirt was enough to fill your heart with the certainty that it was absolutely the right call. Adoration might not be it yet, but the slight pride you could see on his face was endearing, to say the least.

On the other spectrum of the emotion stood Harrison, whose blue eyes were turning darker by the second. If Tom looked a bit confused but somewhat happy for you and if Tuwaine had voiced (not as quietly as he thought he had) his opinion on your escapades buddy, Harrison was showing signs of annoyance, whether it was his face, his posture or his whole silence. A few days ago, you would have been anxious about it. A few days ago, you would have thrown yourself in overthinking, trying to decipher what the hell you had done to deserve it. But today, as you sat on the little wall next to the Monaco grid, your mind had chosen an entire new direction that you hadn’t felt with Harrison just yet. Not as much, anyway.

You were so pissed at him you couldn’t even try to imagine speaking to him. You’d rather have him leave, really, than to look at you with his judgemental glare.

“Sorry about today,” Tuwaine ended the discussion. “You’ll be a freaking king later, I don’t doubt it.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it. It sucks but it’s racing.”

“Y/N, are you watching the race with us?” Tom enquired.

“I think I’ll stay with Charles,” you announced, voice laced with awkwardness at having been caught and with anger at Harrison.

“Okay, works for me,” Tom threw a thumb up at you. “Text us if you want to meet with us later.”

“We’ll let you both resume what you were doing, but can you please have her back at the hotel tomorrow morning? We’re leaving at ten,” Tuwaine beamed, knowing perfectly well what he was implying.

“I promise she’ll be in the plane with you,” Charles nodded.

“See you later, then,” Tom bid his goodbyes, Tuwaine following and Harrison leaving without having uttered a single word.

Charles’ shoulders sagged a little when they turned back away from you two and you stood up quickly, to reach for it behind his back. Your hands rested on the top of his right shoulder blade, rubbing at the white fireproof shirt he had slipped on earlier in the afternoon.

“Well, that went well, I guess?” Charles sighed.

“Tuwaine liked you,” you smiled against his shoulder.

“What about Tom?”

“I think you’re good to go.”

“And the other one?”

“I don’t care about Harrison right now.”

“I can see why you like him,” Charles whispered.

“Past tense, Charles. Past tense,” you reminded him. “I used to like him. It’s not the case anymore. Plus, aren’t you the one I’ve been kissing for the better part of the weekend, now?” you teased.

“I think I’m gonna need you to refresh my mind,” he grinned, his head turning as far as he could go so he could look at you from the corner of his eyes.

“Oh, so I’m not memorable enough?” you pouted.

“I think I’ll remember this weekend for the rest of my life,” he sheepishly answered to your jab.

“I’ll do too,” you promised, in a whisper. “Now kiss me, pretty boy. I’ve been waiting long enough.”

☀️

You insisted on taking a moment outside of the track before you’d make your way back for the final laps. There was no use of staying and rubbing it in Charles’ face. He might love his job and you might be a F1 fan, but there was this undeniable pain in his heart that even you could see. Charles needed to evacuate that before he could think about anything else. So you two made your way to the sea, finding a spot on the harbour that was free of people and you both sat on the little pier, overlooking the waves, wrapped up in each other and basking in the sun.

Charles was breathing heavily, taking big inhales and exhaling loudly. But as his breathing went by, you could hear the faint differences in the sounds he was making. As time passed you by, he seemed more relaxed, more at peace with the events that happened earlier. He was making peace with it, he was accepting it. Ultimately, he was getting over it. Sure, it’d sting for a few days or even weeks, but at least, he was there. At least, he was okay. At least, he had you.

“I always come to the sea when things are just.. heavy,” he finally breathed out. “It’s calming me down a great lot.”

“I can see that and I can see why,” you softly replied. “Are you gonna be okay?”

“I will, at some point. You’re helping.”

“I’m not doing anything,” you shrugged.

“You’re here. That helps,” he faintly smiled, taking your hand in his. “I think we need to talk about what’s going to happen tomorrow.”

You sighed, knowing this was more than time. You’ve had quite some fun with Charles this weekend but you knew everything was timed. There was an expiration date on your little relationship, if that even was one, and you had tried to forget about it, to push it back in the back of your mind, for quite a while now. That wasn’t fair on him, nor on you, but you wanted to enjoy what you had for as long as you could. You wanted to bask in his pale green gaze a little while longer, you wanted your palms to stay warm and your hips to stay covered by his hands. You wanted the lightness of this, the comfortable presence on your side, the silence that wasn’t heavy, the genuine happiness that he brought. You weren’t ready for it to stop, but you could only brace for the impact of it all. This was going to suck, even more than him not being able to race.

“When you’ll board onto that plane, I don’t think my heart will handle it fairly well,” he admitted, very quietly.

You weren’t sure you even heard him, or that you hadn’t dreamed this. But Charles’ sheepish little face proved you wrong when the hope he held in his eyes told you he didn’t want this to come an end either.

“I don’t think mine will either.”

“I know you are bound to go back to London and I’m supposed to go back to Italy, to work on the car. But maybe.. Maybe I could come visit you, before I’ll have to go to Baku.”

“That would be nice,” you confirmed, the hint of a smile on your lips. “I could pick you up from the airport.”

“And you could show me around the city; I don’t know much of it.”

“My car is very small, Charles. And it doesn’t sound as good as yours.”

“I couldn’t care less,” he grinned, leaning into you, his nose brushing against yours just ever so softly that you could have mistaken it for the breeze. “I’d have you in any way I could.”

“Then have me, Charles.”

He nodded, his nose sliding against yours more firmly this time, giving you Eskimo kisses before his head lulled on the side so he could get your lips, for real. You smiled into the kiss, draping your arms around his neck, relieved about the due date being pushed back. You couldn’t wait for new adventures with Charles. You couldn’t wait for the gentle touches and soft kisses, you couldn’t wait to learn more about him, like where he had moles and how his skin tasted on his chest. You couldn’t wait to discover if he had cold feet underneath a blanket, what movie he’d choose on Netflix for a staying-at-home date and what food he liked the most.

You couldn’t wait for your sunkissed boy to bring even more warmth and light in your life.

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doctor-plagueis · 4 years ago

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RWBY Booty Tier List

Hi I said it would happen so now it's gonna happen, time to rate asses and explain why I gave them that rating...

(also they are in order from flattest to phattest)

[This took way too long (T-T) ]

Starting with D TIER Aka Flat as fuck

Raven: Ya go to the lowest tier in D tier ya all-tits-no-ass having ass, you deadbeat fucko (I really don't like parents who leave their children, how'd you guess?).

Weiss : Sorry girl but even with all your dance training, your Sperm donor's DNA is in you, if it was just your mom's DNA you'd rocket up to A TIER, still more ass than Raven tho, which says a lot about Raven since Weiss is as flat as a wooden plank (sorry @naughtyweiss your girl has no ass).

All of team NDGO: these bitches show up once or twice, and, in the novels they do something bad? I didn't read it, but they like sacrifice some people to the Grimm or something? Anyways they have almost no ass too little to actually matter.

C TIER Aka Too much muscle

Pyrrha : Sorry unbeatable girl your life style is just too healthy, with all her exercises and no fat foods she has no cushioning, I'm sorry Pyrrha you just have too much muscle.

Reese : With all her skating she must have some muscle in the back, like literally, her muscles are trained to keep her on the board during combat so her ass is super firm, but that's a bit of a downside since it's too firm, kinda hard actually like really hard.

Also she gives me party animal girl vibes, that doesn't affect anything just thought I'd mention it.

Elm: Have you seen how tall and beefy that girl is? Now does this affect her backside...mmm...kind of? Her ass is just and, I mean just muscle which is bad because no cushioning.

But her thighs tho mm~mm delicious.

Yang : Yang is all about her upper body, she's proud of her tits and her arms, she is Miss "punch first ask later" after all, so i can actually see her skipping some leg days, like Reese her booty is alot of muscle but not so much cushion, sorry Yang.

Arslan : Like Yang, Arslan is all about working out and honing her body to peak physical fighting ability, however, this girl has genetics on her side, her tits aren't as big as Yang’s however, she make up for having a tentsy little bit of cushion for the pushin' not really enough to be B TIER though.

B TIER Aka Now were gettin' good

Penny Ver.2 : Penny Version 1 was pure metal (at least in my headcanon) so she was all legs no butt, however, Penny Version 2 (again in my headcanon) had synthetic skin, now I'm not saying Pietro is some weird pervert giving his child a fat ass, but he was "generous" which was inaccurate as...

Penny (human) : Penny as a human never had the chance to exercise [fuck you RT (T-T)], so her booty was a little lacking but it was still bigger and rounder than her robot body.

Ruby: Now you and I both know that with all the sweets Ruby eats she isn't exactly thin, good thing though is all the fat goes to her ass, Ruby has that fatty y'all!

Neo : I'm sure people will question this one but, Neo's height is a detrement on her ass, since she's so short her ass has to be proportional to her actual height, so for women her height she has so much ass but compared to the others in this list it isn't as much.

Coco: Coco takes care of her fashion and her body. She does squats often and keeps a balance between fat and firmness. Unfortunately genetics gave her a cute face but not a phat ass, sorry queen.

Summer: Same as Ruby except she has that MILFY boost to her hips and booty (she also has bigger tits but, oh well this isn't the Titty Tier list so...).

Winter : Training for the military helped null the taint of Jacques DNA in her, so she took a bit more of her mother’s blessed genes, her ass isn't exactly impressive like the girls in A TIER but it's nothing to scoff at either, unlike her sister (sorry Weissey).

Miltiades "Miltia" : both sisters wear heels, however, Miltia has bigger boobs than her twin while Mel has a bigger booty, still wearing heels and being as acrobatic as they both are requires a lot of lower body training, and also since they work at a club as security they do know how to seduce people, and that did affected their rating.

A TIER Aka Nearly perfectly fuckable

Harriet : Now to be one hundred percent honest Harriet has more thighs than ass, however, with her focus on speed and the training she does, she must have a nice fuckable ass, not the biggest or roundest but really, really nice.

Melanie: Both sisters are guards for Junior's club, but, I like to think that Mel also works as a Stripper or Lap dancer (Hooker if you got enough to buy her services and have a dick big enough, she's a bit of a size queen), so she worked on making her already fat ass even better and also took the time to hone her sex appeal, those being her twerking and lapdancing.

Velvet : Bunny gal has some phat Bunny Buns if ya catch my meaning, like go back to volume 3 and get a good look at her costume, girl's got hips and ass like she was bred for it!

Willow: Have you seen her in the newest volumes?? She has a chance (admittedly small) against the legendary bellabooties Gahtdayum!

Too bad she wasted it with a nearly sterile fucking shit pile of a human like Jacques, ugh... (How he managed to have 3 children baffles me, must've taken half the world’s supply of Viagra)

[Side note our favorite Schnee femboy took after his mom, if he was on the list he'd be just below Harriet hehe].

A+ TIER Candidates for the Bubble Booty Brigade (BBB)

Glynda : Glynda is a professional huntress, she is a teacher and she's decked out in dominatrix gear, can I make it any clearer?

Salem : Salem is the original MILF, the thiccest witch of remnant , and also, she has magic and is technically a monster girl sooo... that gives her extra points (who would've guessed I like monster girls hehe).

The next entry might be blasphemous for some and for that I apologize but...

Blake and Kali : I'm sorry kitties, even though the belabooties are know world wide they are not yet in the BBB. Blake has the firmer booty because of her time in the Fang but Kali has the MILF bonus.

Because of their similarities and their diferences they tie for top of A+ tier.

S TIER The BUBBLE BOOTY BRIGADE

The three heavenly asses of remnant, only three girl stand a top the mountain of the perfect Bubble Booty and they are in order...

May Zedong : May has been depicted by the fandom as being really curvy, especially the cow udders she calls breasts, however she hides her curves under her clothes. The same applies to the fucking badonk she hides in her baggy pants, so much so in fact, that May should be number two of the BBB but because she's so shy about her body she's demoted to number three, still, being a member of the Brigade is a blesing of itself.

Emerald Sustrai : As stated in the previous entry Em should be number three, but because May is so shy and Emerald isn't they swaped places. Em is number two because of one singular thing, she knows her ass is her best atribute, and she fucking flaunts it, she knows she can make men and futas pitch tents, and make women stare like horndogs just by walking past them. Not only that, but she wear clothes that accentuate her ass from short shorts to miniskirts, she knows how to make anyone undeserving cream themselves just by swaying her hips a little and winking. Her seduction skills boosted her above everyone else except one.

NORA VALKYRIE THE ONE TRUE BUBBLE BOOTY OF REMNANT

Every single step a jiggle, every single jump or tiny hop and the world stops to stare, every time she passes by jaws hit the floor, every man woman and futa either wants Nora or wants to be Nora.

Nora's voluptuous cheeks are legendary and the worst part of it all is: She does know the effect she has on people, and she gives zero shits about it.

Because no one is worthy of her divine ass cheeks, except for two men: Jaune Arc and Lie Ren.

She's found her studs the ones who care for her, love her, give her the world AND the ones who have huge bitch breaking cocks to fuck her into the sheets like rutting animals.Every.Single.Night.

Every day of her life is one big teasing session for her studs, she purposefully wear skirts just short enough to see the glorious bounce, she always finds excuses to bend over, she sits on their laps as often as possible.

Just so she can have the mind blowing three ways she has every night.

All hail Booty Queen Nora Valkyrie.

Now everyone thank you for being patient this was something i spent a few days writing (like 3-4 days) and I only wrote this for that time so I hope y'all like it.

Some chacters are missing I know, but I really am comfortable with how it is now.

As always this SHOULD NOT AFFECT YOUR WRITING.

This was a thought experiment of mine, and like I always say in this sort of thing WRITE HOW YOU WANT TO WRITE I hope this was clear.

Thanks for reading and please if you so desire share it with friends.

But for now see ya!

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trashytummiez · 4 years ago

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Shamrock Slammers

Felt like making a really self-indulgent Harley and Ivy fic for yesterday. X3

“Do ya think they use shamrocks instead’uh hops fer Shamus’?” Harley Quinn asked when she dropped a twenty four pack of Shamus’ Shamrock Slam ale down on Poison Ivy’s coffee table.

Ivy took a bottle for herself and lobbed one to Harley who caught it but nearly fumbled when she did. “No.”

Harley pouted. “Then that’s false advertisin’! That’d be like sayin’ Shamrock Shakes ain’t made with real shamrocks! We oughta sue the pants right off their heads!”

Ivy stared like she wanted to say something about Harley’s favorite shamrock shakes but she didn’t want to risk breaking the poor young blonde lady’s crazed heart.

“Shamrocks, hops, there’s no arguing with the results, Harl.”

Harley shrugged. “Eh got me there, Red.” She skipped over to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle opener to pop her top loose. Ivy used a vine from her arm to just squeeze the bottle cap off instead. “Happy St. Patties Day, Red! May the Easter Bunny finally find his four leaf clover!”

“I think I’ll drink to that,” Ivy said and clinked her bottle against Harley’s. Then both young women took their bottles to their lush lips and guzzled their contents down.

Ivy downed her drink at an impressive rate but her focus was on Harley. She watched her slender pale throat throb repeatedly with each rapid gulp she took and saw the contents of her upside down bottle vanishing down Harley’s throat at a truly impressive speed. In no time at all Harley finished her first bottle with a hearty sigh and grabbed her second bottle to down at the same breakneck pace. Ivy had just finished hers with a huff and grabbed herself another bottle with her vines.

She started drinking but was obviously distracted watching Harley chug away. Harley already finished her second bottle and got to work on her third with scarcely any pause in between safe for the time it took to actually grab and unpop her bottles. Before Ivy knew it the clutter of empty beer bottles besides Harley began to add up.

The petite bleach-fleshed blonde was downing her drinks so quickly she might’ve almost given Killer Croc a run for his money in a drinking contest. One bottle after another was drained down her throat like this was nothing for her. And the wet and audible gulps Ivy could hear emitting from Harley’s throat with each bottle she guzzled down caused Ivy’s cheeks to redden up.

But not as much as that big rumbling burp Harley released after finishing her latest bottle.

BEEEEEEEEEEEEHUUUULLRRRRAAAAAAAAHP!!!!

Harley thumped her chest to get another one out and smacked her lips with a satisfied sigh. Then she was right back to drinking more beer.

It was an amazing display that Ivy could watch over and over again. Of course Ivy was no slouch herself in that department. She was getting a good amount of beer in her at an impressive rate too. So much that Ivy maybe should have considered eating something beforehand first. Though her power at least gave her a higher tolerance for alcohol than normal humans. It didn’t stop her from feeling a little tipsy the more she drank though.

Some ways in Ivy huffed a little and blinked groggily from being buzzed. “Wow, didn’t think I drank that much,” Ivy admitted then hiccuped loudly. She covered her mouth and blushed with a light chuckle then looked back at Harley who was downing who knows how many bottles this point in.

There had to be at least over a dozen bottles finished by Harley alone. How she could drink so much without enduring any alcohol poisoning was beyond explanation. But Ivy wasn’t interested in that. She was far more interested in the impact all that beer had on Harley’s tummy.

Harley’s pale bare stomach was sticking out and looking a fair deal bloated from all that beer giving her a textbook beer belly. Ivy could hear it gurgle from so much alcohol swishing around inside of her girlfriend all at once. The sounds Harley’s belly made caused Ivy to swoon over it.

After finishing another bottle Harley set the empty bottle down with the clutter and belched loudly and heavily.

HAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUURRRRAAAAAAAAAHP!!!!!

Harley was so bloated with liquids sloshing around inside of her that her belly actually rippled with her burp. Ivy’s face was going almost as red as her hair with that one. Especially when Harley sighed loudly and patted her belly and caused it to slosh with her patting.

She spent a moment rubbing her bloated beer belly up and down with a satisfied look on her face. Then she grabbed another bottle and hiccuped which caused her tummy to bounce with the slosh of beer. Harley covered her mouth and giggled drunkenly then tossed another beer bottle to Ivy. “C’mon Red. Still gotta finish up.”

Both women continued drinking though Harley was drinking way more than Ivy who was at around her limit by now. Ivy was definitely more than buzzed by this point. Her head felt a little lighter after a while. When she pulled the bottle away from her lips to catch her breath Ivy had to stifle a burp beneath her hand. She blushed and excused herself but Harley just responded with a huge burp of her own that only made Ivy blush even more for an entirely different reason.

They continued pounding their drinks Harley obviously more than Ivy. The plant lady was feeling a little bloated herself after a while. She placed a hand against her stomach and felt that it was pushing out against her jacket and feeling a lot tighter than usual. Ivy had to stop drinking. She instead set her half finished bottle on the table and sighed while rubbing her stomach with one hand. “Ungh, okay I’m full,” Ivy moaned. She burped into her fist a few times to try and bring a little relief.

Harley saw Ivy and giggled drunkenly. “Nawww Red, yer doin’ it all wrong! Ya gotta do it like this!” She gripped her knees which made her bloated beer belly sag down slightly as it sloshed around. Then Harley took a deep breath and belched like a trucker.

HAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRHP!!!!!!

Obviously that demonstration made Ivy melt inside. “I think I need another demonstration,” Ivy insisted in an obviously goading manner.

It didn’t matter. Harley gulped down some air and immediately released another huge burp that was shorter but way louder than the last.

BUUUUUUUUUURRRRROOOOOOHP!!!!!!

Harley smacked her lips and grinned drunkenly at Ivy. “Ya see? Nothin’ to it!”

Ivy bit her lip at the stimulating demonstration. She stood firm with a bit of focus then took in some air. The pressure didn’t feel the greatest in her stomach but Ivy followed Harley’s advice and gulped down some air. When she felt like her stomach couldn’t take anymore Ivy grabbed it firmly and pushed out a pretty decent burp of her own that stretched on for a few seconds.

UUUUUUUoooorrrrRUUUUuuuuuuuuuhhhp!!!!

Ivy gasped then hiccuped. She covered her mouth blushing and hiccuped again. The red haired metahuman was gonna excuse herself but she could still feel some pressure in her stomach. So instead of saying “excuse me” like normal Ivy held her belly and let out an even bigger burp.

HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHP!!!!!

Harley giggled and gave Ivy a thumbs up. “Not bad, Red!”

Ivy was blushing but she felt a lot better after that. “Haah, didn’t feel bad either,” she said rubbing her stomach contently. It was still feeling heavy from all the beer she had drunk but a lot of the pressure had been taken care of. Then she looked over at Harley’s rounder heavier tummy and placed her hands against it. “That’s nothing compared to you though,” Ivy said longingly while her hands rubbed Harley’s belly up and down.

Harley moaned at the feeling stumbling a little from how drunk she was and grabbed another bottle. She downed more beer while Ivy lovingly rubbed her rounded tummy. Ivy could feel Harley’s stomach grow the more beer she chugged. It was actually getting noisier beginning to gurgle and bubble away. After finishing the bottle Harley hiccuped which made her tummy bounce a little. Then she burped loudly again which made her belly jiggle in Ivy’s hands.

By the time Harley was done she was left a bloated burpy mess hiccuping repeatedly on the couch and sprawled against the arm of the couch.

Hic!

“Uuuuuungh...HIC! So fuuuuull...” Harley whined in her drunken stupor hiccuping again and again which kept causing her tummy to bounce with each sudden jerk.

“So drunk is more like it,” Ivy said. She sat on couch directly in front of Harley rubbing her swollen beer-filled tummy. Ivy looked over Harley’s round sloshy tum and was in awe. “How can someone so tiny even drink so much without dying?”

Harley hiccuped loudly again and huffed out a drunken grin. “’Cuz dyin’s fer dumb-dumbs!”

Ivy shrugged. That was good an answer as she was probably going to get.

So she continued gently running her hands all across Harley’s impressive bloat. It moved with Ivy’s hands rocking to her motions from just how much beer was swishing away inside of Harley. Ivy was so turned on at the sight she couldn’t help slapping Harley’s bloated belly to feel it thump heavily against her palm and watch that smooth creamy surface jiggle.

The impact of the slap caused Harley to burp massively.

BWUUUURRHEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!

Ivy shuddered from the sound and the way Harley’s belly rippled with the force of that burp leaving her tummy.

“Oh my God...” Ivy uttered in an aroused manner.

Harley huffed so hard her tongue stuck out then she grinned back at Ivy. “Hey, God’s got nuttin’ t’do it! T’day’s all thanks t’Saint Patty’n her wonderful Shamrock Shakes!”

It was hard to tell if Harley was just really drunk or just being Harley.

But Ivy leaned down and kissed Harley’s bloated tummy then gently rested her head against it whilst rubbing it. Harley hiccuped again which caused her tummy which Ivy was still using as a pillow to shake. Ivy’s face was going more red than her hair.

“Well whoever I have to thank for this, let them know that I’m loving every second of this holiday.”

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keanureevesisbae · 4 years ago

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The alluring charm of Henry Cavill - Chapter 2

Summary: Henry reconsiders his opinion about Adelaide and they are going to face their first challenge.

Henry Cavill x Adelaide Park (ofc)

Wordcount: 4.5k

Warnings: None

A/N: First, I want to say thank you for everyone’s sweet words. It really means a lot to me. Second, there is an obstacle course in this, but since I know next to nothing about those, I did some research on it and let’s hope it accurate 😂

Masterlist // Previous chapter // Next chapter

When Henry first arrived, waiting for Adelaide Park to make an appearance in the lousy hotel room, he really wasn’t look forward to it. He had to force himself to think positively about her. He is not the type of man that thinks lowly of a woman. He wasn’t raised like that and if his mother found out how he was thinking about Adelaide, she’d probably slap him and rightly so.

However, Adelaide Park and her reputation really make it difficult not to think lowly of her. He can’t stop thinking about all the interviews she gave, seeing her frowning and not looking at the interviewer in question.

On the other hand, he admires her work ethic. Angela Bassett once worked with her and when it came out that Adelaide was going to be his partner on this show, she actually called him, to tell him that Adelaide is a delight to be around with.

And of course he trusts a woman like Angela Bassett, but there is something about Adelaide and her reputation that is bothering him. Is she really this ditzy or is she just pretending? And if it’s the latter, why on earth would she be pretending? Wasn’t it better to be yourself? Of course, you always have this certain image you want to keep up, but Henry couldn’t possibly think that this is the image you want to put up.

When he met Adelaide however, something changed deep inside of him. Her lightish brown hair, her smile that could light up the entire room and how petite she was looking, especially compared to him. He still sees her face when she noticed the carseat, but once she was sitting on it, she actually matched up with his height, but it must’ve been embarrassing, he can imagine.

But there was something else: the sadness in her eyes that she let slip through every now and then. He wondered why she was sad. She seemed like the type of woman that had it all. She had a consistent fanbase, she had tons of work and won tons of prizes over the course of her pretty short acting career.

And come to think of it, she was actually quite funny, though it wasn’t her intention. Just like her acting, it’s really her facial expressions that tell exactly what she is thinking.

Adelaide went to bed pretty early, because she was trying to get over her jet lag as soon as possible. Tomorrow would be a relaxing day for the both of them and he was actually happy that the actual show with actual challenges was delayed for one more day. He really wasn’t looking forward to it.

She told him he can sleep in the same bed as her, but when he got to bed later that night, he saw that she placed a wall of pillows in the middle. During the night, she had wrapped her arms around one pillow and since he had trouble falling to sleep, he took a good look at her bare face. She was twenty five, but without make-up, she looked like she did in the first episode of ‘Remembering High School’.

Seeing how innocent she looked, he all of the sudden actually felt a bit bad for her. He was simply using her to get the part of his dreams. But she would understand that, right? He means, she’s an actress and there must be a part that she would do anything for? Maybe she is here for the exact same reason as he is…

Why doesn’t that seem like a possibility? Adelaide’s heart seems way too pure for that.

Henry pushes himself out of the bed at around eight in the morning. Adelaide is still in a deep sleep, so he decides to get started on breakfast. While the coffee is dripping, he looks through the kitchen cabinets and decides to make some pancakes, because who doesn’t love pancakes?

After he is done (and he didn’t burn a single one, his mom would be proud), he hears her footsteps coming into the living room. ‘Morning,’ he says, as he walks out of the kitchen, the coffee pot in hand. ‘Coffee?’

‘Morning,’ Adelaide says, still rubbing her eyes. It’s like she only now realizes that he asked her a question. ‘Coffee?’ she asks.

He simply nods.

‘Sure,’ she says, still a bit hesitant. She frowns, as he sees her trying to sniff up the scent. ‘What are you doing?’

‘I made breakfast.’

‘Why?’

He did not expect that. What kind of question is that? ‘Figured you would like that.’

Adelaide looks at him for a few long seconds, before she sits down at the table. ‘That’s so thoughtful.’

How does that one sentence, go straight to his heart? When was the last time someone outside his family and his select group of friends, said something like that to him?

Henry doesn’t even know how to respond, so he quickly places the stack of pancakes in front of her and she smiles. ‘What?’ he asks, a smile forming on his lips before he can even think about stopping it. What is happening to him? Was he turning soft for her?

Adelaide shakes her head. ‘It’s weird, really.’

‘High doubt it,’ he retorts.

She lets out a sigh. ‘This is the first time I’ve ever had pancakes.’

Say what now? Is she serious? ‘How?’ he asks. ‘How can you never had pancakes before?’

She shrugs. ‘We just ate other things at home,’ she says, but he feels there is more to the story than that. He constantly feels like there is so much more to her story. Just like how he knows that there is something going on inside her head, that is probably worth hearing for.

She grabs one pancake, the maple syrup and she must’ve seen tons of movies to see how you eat pancakes, because she looks like an avid pancake eater.

He looks at Adelaide, who eats ridiculously slowly. He wonders what she is thinking, because she is not saying anything during breakfast. She takes small bites and chews on it for awhile. Henry knows he shouldn’t watch her as closely as he is doing right now, but he can’t help it.

She’s so different from what he is used to.

After two pancakes, she leaves two bites on her plate. ‘You want me to help with the…dishes?’ she asks.

‘No, I can do it.’

She informs him that she is getting ready for today, but before she exits the room, she turns around. ‘Henry,’ she says, causing him to look up. ‘Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me.’

He stares at her blankly, as he is taking in her ‘thank you’. During fan meetings, fans usually take pictures, say something about how handsome he is and then simply walk away. But hearing a thank you for something he did, as minor as making her breakfast and setting her coffee… It melts his heart.

Before he can say something to her, she walks out of the living room.

◎ ◎ ◎

Spending hours on end with Adelaide, causes Henry to discover a few things about her. One, she doesn’t seem to give a shit about jet lags, because she is functioning like a normal human being. Two, she doesn’t finish her food, consistently leaving two or three bites on her plate. Three, she is slowly becoming more comfortable and he finally understands a bit why Angela Bassett spoke so highly of her. She is really nice and when she smiles, that sadness in her eyes disappears. She is actually also quite sassy from time to time, only using her eyebrows and her smirk. She thanks him for simple things he does and he never knew how much a simple ‘thank you’ could make your entire day. It makes you feel noticed and when was the last time he felt noticed for something he did, instead of for his looks.

After a long day of doing nothing really, they watch some television and her first sitcom ‘Remembering High School’ is on, however with reality shows like they’re in now, you never know if it’s accidental or not.

As he stares at the television and sees a young version of Adelaide on the screen, her cheeks a bit rounder. It’s weird to think that this is only five years ago. Her career really took a leap after this sitcom.

Her character Lilian has a frown on her face. ‘What do you think you are doing?’ she asks Tom, another main character who is fiddling her locker.

He stops with what he is doing, as if he burned himself. ‘Nothing.’

‘Liar liar, pants on fire,’ Lilian singsongs with a smile on her face. ‘Tom, you have been acting weird all day long. What’s up? Is it something I did?’’

‘No, no, of course not, it’s nothing you did.’ Tom hesitates for a second, before he licks his lips. ‘You know, I’m just going to say it. I’m madly in love with you, Lilian. That rose you got on Valentines Day? That was mine. The answers for next weeks test? I gave that to you, because I knew you were stressing out. It’s just that I really really like you and I understand that you don’t like me, but I had to get this of my chest.’

The main premise of this show, is basically a bit of ‘How I Met Your Mother’, however, this actually seems a bit more realistic and the diversity in the show is a whole lot better. Every season covers a new class reunion, where they all come together with their families, talking about high school and their experiences. It is a fun show, Henry watched it quite a few times actually.

The thing about this show, was that it always feels homey and you didn’t even have to know the entire storyline, to follow it.

‘You like me?’ Lilian asks and when Henry looks at the screen, he sees what Adelaide Park is best at: her facial expressions. He stares at the visibly confused look on her face, the tiny frown between her brows, her lips slightly apart.

‘I should go,’ Tom announces, causing the audience to aww. He walks through the hallway, around the corner, when Lilian grabs his hand. ‘Wha—’ he starts, but Lilian interrupts him by saying: ‘I’m falling in love with you too, Tom.’

The audience starts to applaud and to whistle. The two have to wait until it’s all over, something that Henry actually admires. It takes a lot of improvising he can imagine. ‘Can I kiss you?’ Lillian asks him.

‘Of course,’ Tom manages to stutter.

Henry can’t help but actually chuckle as he stares at the two on the screen, who both have red blushes on their cheeks. ‘You both seem nervous.’

‘Well, we were,’ Adelaide says, as she scrunches up her nose when she averts her eyes from the television as their characters kiss. ‘It was my first kiss in general and his first one screen kiss.’

‘Really?’ he asks. ‘Your first kiss?’ Wasn’t she like nineteen or twenty on this show?

‘I was a late bloomer,’ she admits. He sees how a blush forms on her cheeks again and before he can asks her another question (he has tons, because he really wants to know more about starring on a sitcom), she gets up. ‘I’m going to sleep,’ she announces.

Why is he genuinely disappointed? ‘I’ll try and not wake you up this time,’ he tells her, remembering how he tripped and made tons of noise as he walked into the bedroom last night, causing her to wake up.

Adelaide chuckles. ‘Thanks.’ She stands up and he can’t help but stare after her. Even when the door is long closed, he keeps on staring at the light brown wood.

Henry is embarrassed that he thought so little of her. She is quite special, though he still has to figure her out a bit.

But he has weeks to get to know her.

◎ ◎ ◎

The next morning a loud voice over wakes them up at the crack of dawn. Adelaide screams as she wakes up, before rubbing her face when she realizes that it’s nothing serious. They have to get ready in sport gear in forty minutes and be outside on the field, so they can meet the others, for their first assignment.

‘You okay?’ Henry asks Adelaide, who is taking deep breaths, combing through her hair with her fingers. Less than a week ago he was bitching about her in his head and now he is genuinely worried about her.

And why?

He doesn’t even know that. She has been really good at not going into her personal life too much, almost as if she is doing it for years.

But it’s true when he thinks about it. No one knows a lot about her. He tried to look some things up about her when he found out he was going to work with her, but it wasn’t anything that he and the rest of the world already knew. It’s weird, that even people at her school say that she was pretty quiet and to herself, but that no one could think about something memorable she did. Was she that invisible? He can barely understand that. Not much about her family life is known, except that her parents were Korean, who moved from South-Korea to America years before she was born.

‘I’m okay,’ she says, faking a smile on her face. ‘You mind if I go into the bathroom first?’

‘Please, go.’

Adelaide gets out of bed, walks passed her suitcase to grab some clothes and wanders off to the bathroom. He slowly forces himself out of bed, to grab the sports clothes he is thinking about wearing.

She walks into the bedroom again, to grab her sport shoes. ‘The bathroom is yours.’

But Henry barely registries it, because he looks at her attire. He notices she is wearing a bit of make-up, but nothing extravagant and she did her short hair into two Dutch braids. She is wearing a pair of black sport leggings, that show off her slender legs and a tight white sports shirt, accentuating her narrow waist. When she grabs her shoes and she stands up straight again, her gaze meets his. ‘What?’ she asks, visibly confused that he is staring at her. ‘Something wrong?’

‘No,’ he quickly says, as he is caught redhanded.

‘You’re staring.’

‘No, I’m just… Never saw you in sportswear, that’s all.’

She frowns. ‘No pacific— I mean, spec— specific reason that you are looking at me?’ Her cheeks went from a soft pink, to an angry red within seconds and he notices that she is getting even more red.

But it makes sense now, he thinks to himself. Her troubles with finding words, the nearly panicked look in her eyes when he offered if she wanted to read it and this little slip up.

What if she is dyslexic?

Back in high school, his friend Steve was dyslexic as well and they would sit together before class, reading the text, when they knew they had a class where the teacher would force you to read out loud. Just like Adelaide, Steve made little slip ups and when he was nervous, he’d take a long time before he could put his thoughts into words. Just like Adelaide in interviews. Now is every case of dyslexia different, Henry knows that, but the similarities are uncanny.

He decides that this isn’t the moment to ask about it, so he says: ‘No, I just know that I have to wear black pants and a white shirt as well, so everyone knows we’re a team.’

After he got dressed in a black knee length short and a white sports shirt as well and the two of them had a protein bar, they walk out of they cottage. One of the cameramen informs them that they don’t have to lock the door, since there are people here to watch out.

There are a few camera’s around them. One in front, one in the back and a few further ahead. It causes Henry to clear his throat. When people aren’t watching, he knows that they can actually talk a bit, but now that there are others around her, he is quite nervous actually.

He wonders how the others are doing. He wasn’t aware that Justin Bieber got married, but apparently he is participating with his wife, who is a model. Henry also wasn’t aware that she was a Baldwin, but he has to admit that he doesn’t keep up with every bit celebrity news. He knows who Charlie Puth is and he definitely knows who Jennifer Lopez is. Are they having the “troubles” he and Adelaide are facing?

Henry sees the obstacle course, together with the two other duos. Now he himself has done these types of obstacle courses. He knows how to deal with them, since his brothers took him to these types of courses years ago. However when he looks at Adelaide, he wonders whether or not she’ll manage.

The rest of the duos are really nice and Jennifer Lopez reaches out to Adelaide, asking her how she is and Henry is almost jealous how at ease Adelaide seems with Jennifer Lopez.

He is jealous?

The weird thing about this program is that there isn’t a host. Every challenge will be presented by someone else and for some reason, that is such a relief. If there was an annoying host, staying here would be a million times harder.

A tough looking man quickly explains the obstacle course and Henry knows that he can do this. Adelaide on the other hand is growing more and more nervous, he can see it. She is fidgeting her hands, her eyes are blinking faster than they did before.

For a few seconds the real reason for him participating in this show (it’s starts with a J and ends with ames Bond), disappears.

But he wants to win.

One person shows what they should do and Henry takes quick mental notes. He is used to this, but this seems too easy, not only for him. There must be a catch.

‘But,’ the man says, ‘there is a catch.’

If Henry doesn’t get the part of James Bond, he should work as a producer for a reality show. With Adelaide for that matter, who totally got that far fetched idea of that one bed problem right.

‘The women are blindfolded and the men can only help them, using their words.’

◎ ◎ ◎

Adelaide is about to put on the blindfold, just like the two other ladies. Henry notices her hands shake and when she wants to put the blindfold on, he takes it out of her hands. ‘Let me,’ he says.

She looks up and says: ‘I’m sorry.’

‘Why are you sorry, Adelaide?’

‘Because I’m probably going to suck.’

Henry stands behind her, as he puts the blindfold on. ‘Don’t you worry about that,’ he says, though the voice in his head tells him that he should worry about that. He means: if she thinks that she is going to suck, then they are definitely going to lose. ‘I won’t let you fall,’ he tells her, because he feels like that is really bothering her.

‘You can only guide me through this using your words,’ she mutters, playing with her hands. ‘What if I do fall?’

‘No, no, no,’ he says. ‘You won’t fall. You think I’d let that happen?’

She simply shrugs, but doesn’t say anything anymore.

The man counts from three to zero and Henry so desperately wants to hold her arm, so she knows where she needs to go, but it’s the James Bond part that prevents him from doing such thing. He really doesn’t want to lose if necessary and every time he physically helps her, they get a fifteen second time penalty. ‘Go!’

The first obstacle is a balance beam, but it’s thirty centimeters above the ground. ‘Okay, Adelaide,’ he tells her, after he told her to stop walking, ‘this is the balance beam. You have enough room for your feet, okay. Just carefully place one foot in front of the next one.’

Her petite hands grab the end of the balance beam, before she puts her knee on the wood. She stands up and as if she dips her toe into the water to test out if it’s too cold, she carefully walks over the beam. He looks passed her, only to see the others are doing far worse.

Maybe they can win this challenge after all.

‘Stop walking,’ he tells her and she stops instantly. ‘You’re at the end.’

She carefully steps off the balance beam and he can definitely see that she is becoming a little more confident. The next obstacle is stepping into some tires. Now he usually likes to do this as fast as possible, but seeing how carefully and well thought through Adelaide is taking these steps, makes his heart nearly melt.

They have reached the sloping wall with a rope on both sides. It’s good that they have seen the entire obstacle course once and they both saw how it works. He keeps thinking about how he would’ve explained this to her.

She grabs the robe and climbs up. When she’s near the top, he lets her know, so she can throw her leg over the edge. As if she’s sitting on a horse on top of the sloping wall, she takes a deep breath.

‘What is it, Adelaide?’ he asks her. ‘You okay?’

‘I’m fine,’ she says, before she grabs the robe and climbs down.

Henry can’t believe this. She is actually nailing this, with a certain grace. He didn’t notice before, but Adelaide’s posture is great, no matter what she does. Never slumping her shoulders and her chin up. He wonders if she has ever done something like ballet or gymnastics, because she certainly knows how to carry herself.

Another thing he desperately needs to figure out.

The monkey bars are next, but from where she is standing and with her height, Adelaide can’t actually reach the bars, even if he jumps. Every time he psychically helps her, it adds fifteen seconds to their time, but with how far they are ahead, he decides to risk it. ‘Okay, Adelaide,’ he tells her, ‘I’m going to lift you up, so you can hold onto the first set of bars, okay?’

‘Okay,’ she says in a tiny voice.

Henry stands behind her and places his hands in her waist. He swallows hard and sure hope that the camera’s aren’t zooming in on his face, because he feels like he is blushing. He easily lifts her up and she holds onto the bars tightly. ‘I’ve got it,’ she tells him and like an actual pro, she grabs the second bar with one hand.

Henry really shouldn’t have underestimated Adelaide Park.

They have four more obstacles to go and he is growing more and more confident that they can win this. He feels so stupid and he definitely shouldn’t think lowly about her ever again. She has to crawl underneath a net, but it’s like a labyrinth. However they work well together. He tells her stop, she stops. He tells her right, she goes right. She is muddy by the end of the labyrinth and after pulling a face, she wipes her hands clean on her sport leggings.

Now she has to do this thing the man called a college boy roll. She has to hold onto the single bars and kick her legs up over the bar and flip around, so her hips meet the bar as she slings her head back. He feels like she can’t do that, so again he lifts her up so she can grab the bars. He guides her through this entire thing, but after she flipped over, she loses her grip on the iron bars.

She lets out a scream, just like she did this morning when the voice over rudely woke her up, but Henry catches her, as if she was a bride to be carried into their room. Adelaide can’t see him, but he sure as hell can see her and from underneath the blindfold, he sees a red blush appear. ‘Thanks,’ she shakily says.

‘Are you okay?’

She simply nods, but he directly notices it again when they continue to walk. Adelaide Park has frozen up and lost much of her confidence.

‘You are doing so well, Adelaide,’ he says in a soothing voice, hoping he can coax her into finishing the obstacle course. ‘We only have two more things to do. You can do this.’

They are still ahead and thankfully Adelaide starts to walk again with him. She somehow manages to nail the next obstacle, by climbing over higher horizontal bars and walk underneath the lower ones.

But the final obstacle was something no one knew about and it’s to swim one bit. When he looks over to the other courses for the other duos, he notices they don’t have to swim. There are different tasks.

‘What is the next one?’ she asks.

‘You have to swim for twenty meters,’ he answers.

‘Wh— What?’ She automatically takes a step back. ‘I can’t do that, Henry. Really, I can’t.’

The fear that slips through her voice, it makes him realize something: all the final obstacles are things that they are afraid of doing. He wonders how the producers know about this, but then he realizes: this is reality tv, they had to do tons of interviews beforehand.

‘Why not?’

A deafening silence for a whole five seconds. ‘I can’t swim.’

This is just mean, he thinks to himself. If they knew that Adelaide couldn’t swim, why would they do this. Fuck, he hates himself for participating.

‘We have to finish this, Adelaide,’ Henry says to her.

‘I’m not going to swim.’

‘I’m going to be there with you,’ he says. ‘And before you bring up the time penalty, it’s every time I psychically help you. So if I don’t let you go, it’s one time.’

And from underneath her blindfold, he sees tears dripping from her cheeks. Oh no, she is really crying, but he wants to win this and he really needs to push through.

‘I can’t do it,’ she says, her voice trembling. ‘I can’t, I’m so sorry.’ She rips off the blindfold, before she tries to take a deep breath, but seems to fail.

‘No, no, no,’ he says, reaching out to Adelaide, grabbing her elbows. ‘Listen to me.’ We need to finish this obstacle course. I have to win at least the first challenge for us to have a decent chance to win this whole competition. ‘You have to breath with me. I’m not going to force you into finishing this course, but I don’t want you to have a panic attack, Adelaide.’ However his words don’t reach her, because her head drops to her chest and he quickly can catch her, bringing her to the ground, holding his hand on the back of her head. ‘Adelaide,’ he says, hoping to get her attention, but with no luck. ‘Can someone come over here?!’

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The girl of the 12, Grimmauld Place

Hey guys! Here is a Fred imagine!

I have to say I’m quite proud of this one, it’s a bit longer than what I’m used to but I really like it. Plus I’ve discovered I’m a sucker for Wolfstar in the role of the protective fathers and it gave me another idea. I don’t know yet if it will be a series or just very long but I can ensure you our dear Sirius and Remus will be there! (and it will be angsty but you don’t need to know it right now)

I guess I can say there’s a light mention of sex but really nothing shocking.

Anyway as usual feel free to give me feedbacks, and I hope you’ll enjoy!

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The night was cold for a June night. The skin of my arm was bare but the occasional goosebumps were nothing compared to my tremors of fear. I was holding firmly my wand, in fact, I held it as if my life depended on it. Which was truer than ever.

A few hours earlier, my life was totally normal. Well, as normal as it could be for the daughter of two members of the American part of the Order of the Phoenix obsessed with revenge. My parents were both locked in an office arranged especially for whatever concerned the former Death Eaters, probably mumbling incoherent things they were the only ones to understand, and I was in my room, staring into emptiness while daydreaming about futile things when everything had begun. I didn’t know when the Death Eaters had intruded our house, nor did I know how they had managed to do it, but I had understood something was wrong the moment my father had screamed. I had quickly grabbed my wand and made my way downstairs, having good sense enough to stay hidden despite my fear. The four men hadn’t had any difficulty to kill both my parents, and I had heard one of them shouting the others to come upstairs find me. My heartbeat had increased at an incredibly speed and I had done the first thing I had thought about: getting out by the window. With a wave of my wand, I had freed the tiny bird my parents kept in a little cage in case of emergency (“It will know where to go if something bad happens.” My father had assured me.)

And now, I was walking at a constant speed, always glancing above my shoulder to make sure I wasn’t followed and cursing because I was unable to apparate. I had been raised like a soldier, yet my parents had never thought it would be useful for me to be able to apparate. I groaned and turned in another empty street of the neighborhood without history of the suburbs around New-York. The neighbors would gossip for sure.

A cat ran between my legs and I jumped, ready to cast a spell. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know what the bird would do, and I didn’t know what the Death Eaters would do. It was a lot of unknown. Suddenly, I heard a pretty melody. Looking up, I saw the red bird I had freed half an hour earlier. It landed on my shoulder, repeating once more its song, and vanished as quickly as it had came. Roughly three seconds later, I heard a soft pop and Remus Lupin was standing in front of me.

Remus was the only British I knew. My parents had been close to him and his friends - the Marauders, if I remembered correctly - one of them being my mother’s half brother. It was her favourite tragic story to tell, how her beloved Peter along with James and Lily Potter had been betrayed by this awful Sirius Black. Remus was the only one who had bothered to come in America to see my parents and me, and I had seen him a few times in my life. He had always seemed quite sick and tired, but it was nothing compared to what he looked like tonight. I glanced at the sky - yes, almost the full moon. I knew about Remus’ secret, he had told me about it when I had asked him why he had scars when I was seven. I had never been afraid of him, he was the only one I could consider like a friend.

“Y/N, what happened?”

His voice was quiet, and he grabbed my arm.

“My parents are dead. Death Eaters. How is it possible?”

Remus groaned. In a few words, he managed to explain me what had happened in England the day before. It looked like the 24th of June would stay in the world’s memory as the day He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had returned.

A few hours passed - the time for Remus to summon a Portkey and contact Albus Dumbledore with a bird like the tiny red one. I was now in front of the safest place for me, in Remus’ words.

“Welcome to the Order Headquarters, Y/N.”

The 12, Grimmauld Place was quite a strange house. Its facade was completely run-down and the windows were dirty. I had imagined a lot of things for the Order of the Phoenix, but not this. Remus had told me about the Secret Keeper, that it was protected with strong spells, but after entering, I was pretty sure it was useless. Who would approach these giant cobwebs and this awful portrait screaming whereas I had just hit the umbrella stand?

I followed Remus in a long corridor and he gently pushed me into a big living-room. Three persons were here, but I only recognized one: Sirius Black. I groaned and narrowed my eyes. My mother had told me a lot about him, how he was the biggest git at school, how is family was the typical pure-blood-and-proud-to-be family, how is own brother had been a Death Eater. I had learnt to hate him just because my parents did. He had massacred Peter and was the very first one to breakout from Azkaban.

“Y/N, we have a lot to explain you.” murmured Remus. He was looking carefully at me, maybe he feared I would explode or worse - cry in front of them. “But I guess it can wait if you want.”

“No, I want to know everything.” My voice was secure, without an ounce of sadness. It obviously surprised him. “You know I had never been really close to them.”

Remus nodded.

“In a first time, let me introduce you to Alastor Moody,” a scary man with a magical eye nodded abruptly, “Nymphadora Tonks -”

“Just Tonks.” She had bright pink hair and smiled softly at me.

“And Sirius Black. No, he’s not a murderer.” Remus added quickly. “As I said, we have a lot to explain.”

Long story short, Peter was the git of the story. He had betrayed James and Lily Potter, condemning them to death, before fleeing. Sirius had tried to kill him, yes, but he had failed, and the coward had faked his own death. He was the one to help He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, it was because of him he was back, and probably because of him my parents were dead. Quite ironical, wasn’t it? Then he had processed to explain what had happened during the Triwizard Tournament, and now, Remus had finished his story, and I felt four pairs of eyes on me.

“That doesn’t explain why they have killed my parents.” I said.

“I guess they haven’t been as discreet as they thought. Now that You-know-who is back, maybe his followers will feel free to attack everyone who’s against them.” suggested Remus.

“Anyway, you’re safe here, Y/N.” said Sirius. I nodded and yawned. “Let me show you your room.”

I followed him without a word. He gestured me to stay silent in the corridor, obviously not wanting to wake the portrait up. We climbed the stairs, ran into an ugly house elf and finally reached a room I could actually sleep in.

“I guess your parents have only told you what an abominable man I am.”

I nodded.

“You know, Y/N, back at Hogwarts, I really liked your parents.” Sirius’ voice was strangely emotional. “I remember when they had announced they would be parents. Yes, I’ve seen you when you were just a baby. In fact, I have seen you regularly during two years, until… Their death.” His eyes darkened. “I won’t tell you I’m sorry, I know what you’re feeling. I’ve never really liked my family, you know. I’m nothing like them. I just wanted you to know it.”

Sirius turned his heels. I decided I trusted him.

“Sirius?” He turned toward me, clearly surprised. “One day, do you think you and Remus could tell me some stories about your Hogwarts years? It seems pretty fun.”

He smiled, and for a brief moment, I saw a younger man. A man whose life hadn’t been destroyed unfairly.

Thinking my life in England would be more entertaining than it was in America was undoubtedly a big mistake. Indeed, the next morning, I was eating some eggs when Alastor Moody arrived while muttering. It seemed to be his only way to communicate, and I was almost surprised to hear a true sentence.

“Look at that.”

He threw a newspaper on the table in front of me. A photography occupied the front page. It showed a girl that looked vaguely like me, but her hair were longer than mine, her face was rounder and her teeth - God, it was horrible. Above the photo, a title in bold caught my eyes: Y/N Y/L/N, a dangerous murderer. Underneath that was written Reward for whoever give us her localisation. It was ridiculous. I quickly scanned the article. Killer. Muggles and children. Psychopath.

“What the hell is that?”

Remus was behind me, his eyes fixed on the photo.

“I think it’s the proof we were looking for.” answered Moody. In front of my interrogative look, he added: “We know for sure the Ministry is infiltrated.”

I had spent my first week here hidden in a room, only joining the others when I was hungry or when someone dragged my downstairs. I was in the same boat as Sirius now, wanted for something I had never done and forced to stay in this horrible house. I was pretty sure I would kill someone if I heard once more the portrait of Sirius’ mother screaming me insults.

I was currently in the same room as Buckbeak, a beautiful hippogriff, when my stomach started to rumble. I decided to sneak into the kitchen, hoping I wouldn’t run into Kreacher, the ugly house elf. I tried my best to be quiet and I was on the verge of entering the kitchen when I heard my name in a conversation.

“Sirius, have you seen Y/N today?” It was Remus. He had been really worried about me since my arrival, and he didn’t like me being alone all the time. I guessed he didn’t want to force me, maybe he thought I needed time. It wasn’t totally a lie.

“Who is Y/N?” I didn’t know the woman who had spoke.

“The Y/L/N’s daughter.” answered Sirius. “They are dead.”

The woman gasped.

“The poor girl! And you let her alone?”

I rolled my eyes. I didn’t need anyone to worry about me, thanks. I showed myself, passing in front of a plump woman with ginger hair. I ignored everyone, grabbed some sandwiches on the table and left without a word. I thought I could join Buck’s room without seeing anyone, and I groaned loudly when I came face to face with three boys and a girl, all of them having the same ginger hair as the woman in the kitchen. Two of them were twins.

“Look who’s also in this fantastic house!” It was one of the twins. “Why is a cutie like you here?”

His face when I forced my way between him and his twin without answering was priceless. I quickly gained Buckbeak’s room and enjoyed the silence. Two hours later, the door opened and Sirius sat next to me.

“Our guests are quite offended,” he laughed. “Fred wants you to think he’s blubbering right now. If you want my opinion, he wants your attention.”

“How long are they gonna stay?”

“Until September.”

I groaned, and Sirius chuckled. He patted my shoulder, telling me diner would be ready soon, and left. I sighed, I knew I didn’t have the choice. I left the room and came downstairs. The kitchen was way more animated than usual. The woman I had seen earlier was there, preparing something that smelled really good, along with her children. Sirius was talking with Remus and Mad-Eye Moody while Nymphadora Tonks - who wanted to be called just Tonks - was listening to a man with ginger hair - again? I caught a glimpse of the twins standing in the corner of the kitchen. It looked like they didn’t want anyone to interrupt, so I walked straight toward them.

“I thought you were crying like a baby because of me.”

One of the twins smirked. He was slightly smaller than his brother, and I was pretty sure he was Fred.

“Why, love, were you worried?”

“No, darling, I just wanted to tell you that you look cute when you’re offended.”

He laughed frankly, and a sparkle appeared in his eyes. I had to admit he was quite cute when he laughed too.

“I’m Fred, and this is George.”

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

Fred and George exchanged a surprised look.

“Don’t ask: yes, I’m a dangerous murderer and yes, if you bother me, I’ll kill you.”

I turned the heels and sat next to Remus without hearing Fred mumbling “I like her.”

The next day, the woman with ginger hair, Molly Weasley, came in my room and woke me up.

“Hello dear, how did you sleep?”

“Well, thank you Mrs Weasley.” She scoffed, not wanting me to call her that. I had understood that quite well after the fiftieth time she had told me so the previous day, but what do you want, old habits die hard.

“Sirius wanted me to tell you he needs to see you.”

I nodded in agreement and quickly put on a jumper, it was an unusually cold morning. I followed her downstairs and ran into Fred and George. They were arguing with their father.

“Why can’t we stay? We’re adults now!” protested George.

“Because your mother thinks you’re still too young. Don’t argue, George, you neither, Fred, and go to your room!”

They sighed a bit too loud for it to be natural and finally left the living-room where the meeting would take place. Fred winked at me and followed his brother. When I entered the room, I came face to face with a man I had never seen before. He was wearing a black robe and had oily black hair, but what I saw first was his big crooked nose. We looked at each other a few seconds and I looked away only when Sirius coughed. He put an arm around my shoulder and dragged me away, not without glaring at the man. I couldn’t help but notice two things: first, a true hatred had arisen from the man as soon as Sirius had arrived, second, Sirius had stood straighter and lifted his chin.

“It’s Severus Snape.” he murmured me. “A total creep.”

“Why aren’t you besties then?” I smirked.

“I’m afraid my hair will become like his if I stay next to him for too long.”

I rolled my eyes. However, my smile faded when I saw how worried Remus looked. He was frowning and his grin seemed a bit too forced when he saw me.

“Y/N, how are you?” His tone was too cheerful. Yep, something was wrong.

“I could ask you the same question.” I eyed him suspiciously. He promptly looked away.

I asked Sirius what was happening and he shrugged. Now that I thought about it, Molly had seemed worried too, but she was nowhere to be seen. A regular noise indicated me Mad-Eye was approaching.

“Y/L/N, can I talk to you for a minute?” I nodded. “Soon we will send you back to America for a mission. You don’t have to know the details for now. I will talk to you about it later.”

Even if a lump was forming in my throat, I nodded once more and hurriedly headed toward the door to leave the living-room. No one followed me; the meeting had probably begun and that meant I wasn’t needed anymore. I was on the verge of running upstairs when I stop dead in my tracks. You’re going crazy my dear Y/N. An ear was floating in the air. I saw it rising, my mouth wide open, when I heard muffled voices from upstairs. Sighing and rolling my eyes - it was another of my bad habits - I dragged myself to my room. I stopped when I heard Fred’s voice.

“Y/N has the right to stay for the meetings,” he mumbled. “I wonder why she can and not us.”

“Because her parents didn’t forbid her to.” I had never heard this voice. Maybe it was from the twins’ brother.

“Have you seen them? Her parents?” It was a girl voice, probably their sister.

“No, you’re right. You know what, maybe we can ask her to tell us what happens in the meetings?”

“Yes, Ron, obviously no one has told her not to tell anything.” It was George.

“I’m sure we can make her talk.” Fred’s voice was now cheerful. “I’m sure with a little Tickling Charm -”

I decided to open the door. Clearly surprised, the four siblings turned simultaneously their heads toward me. Their mouths were slightly opened, they looked like fishes. Stupid fishes, might I add.

“It wouldn’t work Fred, I hate tickles.”

“What a shame.” he replied. “Are you here to tell us everything you know?”

“No way.” I saw the boy who had to be Ron frowning. “I’m here to tell you to be more careful when you try to spy on the meetings. I’ve seen the ear.”

“I told you it wasn’t a good idea!” hissed the girl.

“Don’t worry, I’m the only one.” I add. I winked at Fred, quite happy to see him smile at me, and I left.

“Wait!”

I let the door of my room open and sat on my bed, looking curiously at Fred. He passed an hand in his hair, ruffling it a bit, and joined me.

“You seem upset.”

It wasn’t a question, and I didn’t deny. Of course I was upset. I didn’t want to go back to America. I hated this country and I hated the memories I had there.

“Why do you think I’m upset?”

“Your eyes seem darker, and your smile isn’t the same either.”

It was scary, how well he could understand me. It was the very first time someone saw through my armor, and I wasn’t sure how I had to react.

“You can trust me.” Fred added softly.

“They want me to go back to America for a mission but…”

“You don’t want to, right?”

I nodded. Fred slowly put an arm around my shoulder and, seeing I didn’t push him away, he pulled me against him. I enjoyed this embrace and after a few moments, I put my arms around him. None of us talked or moved, we were just melting in this hug.

“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.” He murmured in my ear. I sighed sadly.

“I don’t have the choice.”

“Or you murder everyone.” His tone was playful and when I raised an eyebrow at him, he pretended to be deadly serious. “No one could force to go anywhere.”

“That means I would have to murder you too, right?”

“You wouldn’t do that.” He seemed pretty confident.

“And why?”

“I bet you’re a little angel behind this facade of sarcasm.”

After this day, I grew closer to the Weasley siblings, but I had something way more special with Fred. He just seemed to know me perfectly even though we knew each other for barely two weeks. Molly was lovely with me, but I wasn’t sure it was because of my friendship with her children. She acted like a mother to me, and I had to admit it was new for me. My own mother had never been particularly tender or loving with me, neither had been my father. Our interaction consisted in homeschooling and training with plenty of spells, along with the history of the Order and of course, the life of Peter Pettigrew. That was it. I had never really left the house I had grown in, and the only person other than my parents I knew back there was Remus.

That’s why having a family as loud and joyous as the Weasley family was strange, but I couldn’t say it displeased me. The only thing bothering me in this new life was the Weasley siblings’ obsession with what happened during the meetings. I hadn’t had news about my mission yet, but I had to stay to describe the surroundings of my house and how was the American part of the Order.

However, I never assisted to the meetings until their ends, and when I had to leave the living-room, I usually joined Fred, George, Ginny and Ron in the twins’ room. Today was no exception: Molly had hurriedly gestured me toward the door - she didn’t like at all my implication in the meetings - and I quickly climbed the stairs. When I opened the door, I immediately felt Fred’s look on me.

“It was an important meeting today, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, it was, and no, you won’t know anything.”

He sighed and I mimicked him. He was cute and kind, and very funny, but he was also irritating as fuck when he wanted to.

“Why won’t you say anything?” It was George. “We need to know.”

“Trust me, you don’t want to know.” I replied. “And your mother would kill me if I even told you on which chair Moody sits.”

“We don’t care about Mum!” Ginny lost her temper. “This is too important, we need to know everything Y/N! Why can’t you understand this?”

“Why can’t you understand Molly wants to protect you?” I felt my blood boiling in my veins, not a good sign. “She loves you. You can’t blame her for loving you, you don’t have the right!” I had screamed the last words and the four ginger heads in front of me stared at me in shock. I didn’t know why, but I felt like the next article about me in the Daily Prophet would be perfectly justified. “Why do you want so badly to know?” My voice was quieter. “These people I see during the meetings, each member of the Order, everyone is threatened. You know what happened to my parents, right?” Their guilty looks gave me my answer. “As soon as the war will start, we will be on the front line, maybe all of us will die. Why would you want to be a part of this? Trust me, you should run away, not rush into the battle. At least I would know you’re normal.”

A silence followed my last words, and I caught myself hoping they were convinced. Note to self: never think Fred can be serious if the situation isn’t immediately life-threatening.

“We’re quite proud to say we’re not normal.” He had a big grin.

“Idiot.” I muttered.

He stood up and walked toward me. I knew I was supposed to be angry at him, but when he opened his arms in front of me, I couldn’t help but throw my arms around his neck. It felt too good to be here, it felt right.

“I promise we won’t bother you with that anymore.” His voice was muffled by my hair. I heard the floorboards creaking and the door softly closing. We were alone. “Can I ask you something, Y/N?” I nodded. “Were you close to your parents?”

“I think you know the answer.”

He sighed, and I reluctantly looked him in the eyes. I didn’t want to see the pity I always saw in Remus’ eyes, or in Molly’s. To my surprise, it wasn’t the case. Fred had the same look in his eyes as Sirius, which I saw like a it’s-sad-to-know-you-weren’t-close-to-them-but-I-swear-I-won’t-bother-you-to-death-with-that-and-I’ll-try-to-make-you-forget-that look.

Our faces were only inches apart, and not really knowing why I did that, I grabbed his face and kissed him. His lips were softer than I had imagined. My hands slowly made their way to his neck and to his hair. Our lips were moving in sync and muffled groans escaped our mouths. I felt my heartbeat increasing and way too soon, I ran out of breath. We reluctantly broke the kiss, keeping our foreheads pressed against each other, and I couldn’t help but smile brightly.

“You’re a good kisser, Fred.”

“You’re not too bad yourself, Y/N.”

I was quite happy Sirius hadn’t the same way to make me forget, it would have been awkward.

I was really comfortable with the new kind of relationship I had with Fred, but I didn’t know how to tell Remus. The guy had always acted like a father to me, even back in America where he would bring me chocolate each time he visited us. And I had a feeling he wouldn’t be overjoyed by what I had to tell him. Fred understood perfectly my state of mind, obviously not really wanting everyone to know either. We had never spoken a word about it, yet we had both kind of agreed we would hide our relationship, for a little while anyway. That resulted in us sneaking into every room of the house and snogging as long as we could, until one of us was needed and our name echoed in the corridors.

George had been the first one to become suspicious, and he figured it out approximately two hours after our first kiss. From this point - and after a pretty convincing threat from Fred and I - he had promised not to tell everyone and to help us keeping the secret. He usually lied well and was able to cover us long enough for us to appear reasonably presentable. Unfortunately, swollen lips were difficult to hide. I guess that’s why Ginny soon understood what was happening, and Ron couldn’t stay oblivious when his sister was constantly joking about a certain leech unable to let me alone. Molly had become quite suspicious too, but the incredible thing was that Remus hadn’t any clue of what was happening. Sirius had begun teasing me the day the Weasleys had arrived, it had never really changed.

Fred and I both wanted to keep this a secret, but that didn’t prevent us from touching each other. We were always sitting next to each other during the diner, and when we couldn’t hold hands, we just made our knees or our elbows enter in contact. Fred winked at me approximately a dozen of times per day, and each second we could spend alone was used very wisely. However, a sort of tension was building itself between us. It wasn’t the bad kind of tension, it was the intimate kind. When we were alone and kissing, our hands moved more and more, and our bodies were closer and closer. I discovered a new kind of need, the one that was felt deep inside me, I needed to feel him closer to me. And I could tell that Fred was thinking exactly the same.

I was sitting in front of my opened window. The fresh air of the night was slightly caressing my face as I was thinking about Fred. Again. God, what had he done to me? I was unable to get him out of my head. I groaned and sat on the floor, the back resting against the wall. I was simply unable to sleep, and unfortunately, the sparkle in Fred’s eyes and his soft hair weren’t the only thing preventing me from sleeping. Mad-Eye had told me, a few hours ago, that I would soon receive the details about my mission in America. I wouldn’t admit it, never - I had a reputation of murderer to preserve, after all - but I was terrified. I wanted nothing more than forget about this part of my life. It wasn’t perfect right now either, I was locked up all day in this house, but I had parental figures that loved me - Remus, Molly and even Sirius, I had friends and I had a wonderful boyfriend. It was closer to perfection that it had never been.

I knew I wouldn’t sleep, and I decided to be a bit selfish. Fred and I almost hadn’t seen each other this day and I missed him. I got out of my room, tiptoeing to avoid this creepy house elf and I made my way to the twins’ room. They weren’t sleeping, I could hear their muffled voices. I slowly opened the door and, after the second of shock, they both smiled at me and Fred extended an arm. I sat on his lap, snuggling up with him and vaguely listening to them.

Eventually, George yawned and announced us he would go to sleep.

“Don’t do anything nasty while I’m here.” He winked.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find another room for tonight.” Answered Fred.

I smiled and grabbed his hand, leading him out. We barely heard George’s comment (“Try not to wake everyone up!”) and I was going to join my room when Fred stopped me.

“No, love, follow me.”

We climbed the stairs and I noticed he had two pillows and blankets under his arm. We choose one of the room of the top floor and sneaked in. With a wave of his wand, Fred lighted a fire in the chimney and he put the blankets on the floor, one laid out and the others stashed next to the first one, in front of the now burning fire. Then he turned toward me and put his hands around my waist. He slowly leaned in and kissed me.

“Are you sure you want to do it?” His voice was a whisper.

I nodded, I didn’t want anything more than to feel him against me in the most intimate way possible. We shared another kiss, and another, and we slowly undressed each other. We laid on the blanket without breaking the kiss, both naked and discovering our bodies in a new way. This night was full of love and full of trust, Fred and I weren’t just two young adults hiding and snogging, we were now two lovers.

My head was resting against his torso, and his heartbeat slowly becoming normal again was the sweetest melody to me. We were still naked and laying on the blanket, Fred’s head resting on the pillows. His arms were around me and I was literally laying on him. A comfortable silence took place, only disturbed by the crackling sounds of the fire. A shiver ran down my spine. Fred grabbed a blanket and covered me.

“Better?” he whispered.

“Perfect.”

He chuckled, and the vibration in his chest seemed to echo in mine.

“Fred, can I ask you something?”

“Of course, love.”

“Promise you won’t laugh.”

Without seeing him, I could tell he was raising an eyebrow and a smirk was on his lips.

“I will try, but I can’t promise.”

I sighed, knowing my question would seem quite strange, but I was imagining a perfect life and I needed him to help me.

“What is it like to go to school?”

Much to my surprise, Fred didn’t laugh. He didn’t let out a sarcastic or incredulous comment, he just tightened his grip on me and kissed my hair.

“You’ve never been to school?”

I shook my head. He sighed sadly, probably imagining a little girl locked up in a cold house, her parents only teaching her the strict necessary, an unhappy girl only dreaming to have friends and be normal. He wasn’t really wrong.

“Whatever we say, going to school is incredible,” he started. “especially if you go to Hogwarts. That’s where I go. You live with your friends, you can do everything with them. Eating your breakfast, playing Quidditch, sneaking into the kitchen for the parties -”

“Is it even allowed?” I laughed.

“Well, you’re missing the point.” He chuckled. “And as cliche as it sounds, it’s the most magical way to learn. Sometimes, you miss your house and your parents, along with your siblings if they aren’t with you, but your friends in there, they are your second family. You would do anything for them, and they would do anything for you, even going to detention. And even detentions are fun if you’re with the good persons. And you can explore each corner of the school and live wonderful adventures.”

Fred stopped, obviously feeling my tears on his bare skin. He murmures apologies and stroke my hair.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I shouldn’t have -”

“No Fred, thank you. Now I can imagine my perfect life.” I murmured.

“Am I a part of it?”

“Of course you are.”

And I fell asleep.

The castle towers were illuminated by the sunset. The sky had taken a bright red tone, and a sweet breeze ruffled our hair. Fred was in front of me, running slow enough for me to follow and holding my hand. We were in a park, surrounded by huge trees. The air was fresher here, and the grass underneath my bare feet was soft. Some birds were still up there and singing for us. It was truly perfect.

Suddenly Fred stopped and turned toward me. His eyes were shining, he had this sparkle that showed every time he was happy.

“Ready for our adventure, my love?”

I opened my mouth, eager to tell him I would follow him everywhere, but it wasn’t clearly not my voice that echoed in the peaceful atmosphere of the forest.

“What the -”

A sudden airstream made me shiver and I snuggled closer to Fred. I didn’t want to open my eyes, my dream was too beautiful. Maybe if I could go back to sleep right now -

“Good job, Mum. You might want to close the door now, no?”

I heard the door closing and I sighed in contentment. I felt myself falling asleep again when two loud sounds made me jump. The door had been slammed open and a loud gasp echoed in the room. Instinctively, I tried to get up but Fred pulled me against him.

“Don’t think you want to get up right now.” he murmured with his husky voice in my ear.

I turned my head, ready to scold whoever had disturbed my peaceful dream when I saw him. Remus was on the threshold, his face as white as the hairs of Kreacher’s ears. I was sure mine was dark red by now, and I caught George’s look behind him, silently telling he was sorry. Finally, this little bastard pulled Remus backwards and closed the door, not without dodging the pillow I had thrown him for daring wiggling his eyebrows.

“I’m going to die…” I murmured.

“So am I.” answered Fred. “At least we’ll be together.”

“What a consolation.” I muttered.

“Oi! You didn’t think that a few hours earlier.” He winked at me and grabbed my arse.

“Not now, love, I promise in ten minutes you’ll wish you’re facing a banshee and not an angry Remus.”

Once dressed - and Fred’s giggle gone after he had seen the hickeys I had in the neck - we finally got downstairs. We entered the living-room, not really knowing what was going to follow. I wanted to tell Fred to let go of my hand, but it felt too right. I didn’t say anything.

Remus was pacing in the room, groaning at Sirius who was laughing. They were alone in there. When he heard us, Remus looked up and Fred shifted next to me.

“Where’s your courage, my dear Fred?” I whispered.

“Shut up.”

I wanted to chuckle but in front of an angry werewolf it wasn’t a good idea.

“Y/N, in the kitchen, please.”

I bolted, surprised by his tone. It wasn’t sweet but it wasn’t harsh either. I barely heard Fred groaning (“Courage my ass.”) before running face to face with Molly. She was probably as red as me, and I remembered George’s voice a bit earlier.

“I’m sorry Mrs -”

“Molly, dear. You don’t have nothing to be sorry about.”

She smiled and I let out a sigh of relief, one I didn’t even know I was holding. However, my smile turned into a grimace when I heard a scream in the living-room. Molly and I immediately ran behind the door and listened closely.

“I’m sorry, Professor… Mister… err…”

I chuckled, mentally promising myself I would tease Fred as soon as I could. Molly rolled her eyes.

“She’s fragile right now!” I snorted. “She doesn’t know how to feel and you just take advantage of her situation!”

I furiously shook my head to reassure Molly, whose eyes were wide open. I was ready to barge in and calm Remus’ ass down when Fred spoke up.

“I didn’t take advantage of her Remus! She’s an adult, she can make her own decisions whether you like it or not!”

“Maybe she wanted it but how can I know you -”

“Because fell for her! I love her!”

Fred’s voice was clear as crystal, and so was the love in it. I gasped, and realized I was feeling exactly the same. I loved him. I loved Fred Weasley. This time, I barged in the living-room, yes, but I ran toward Fred and kissed him. He gladly melted into the kiss, pulling me harder against him. We quickly interrupt, not wanting to shock poor Remus more than he already was.

“I love her, Remus, and I know what she went through. I would never, never, to that to her, I swear to you and everyone here.”

Fred’s voice was sweeter now that he didn’t feel threatened anymore. His arm was around my waist and he didn’t loosen his grip when Remus sent him a harsh look.

“I think the boy is sincere,” softly said Sirius. “Maybe you don’t have to murder him right now.”

Remus groaned, looked at me and left in the kitchen. Catching the message, I pecked Fred’s lips - doing it in front of everyone was so strange - and I followed Remus.

“How long has it been?”

“Three weeks.”

“And when did you… you know… for the first time?”

“Yesterday.”

My voice was quiet. Among everyone who was in this house, Remus was the only one I couldn’t bear to disappoint. He was like my father since I was seven, and I knew he wanted nothing more than to protect me. God, I couldn’t even look him in the eyes. What if I saw anger, and disappointment? A shaky sigh escaped my lips.

“Hey, Y/N, look at me.”

He lifted my chin and I saw a small smile on his lips.

“You don’t have to be sorry, I am the one owing you apologies. It’s just that… You know, I know you since you’re a baby, and I saw you growing up into a beautiful woman, and when you send this bird to me, I swore I would protect you. And I will protect you, from everything you need to be protected from, even if it’s a boy.”

“You don’t have to protect me from Fred, Remus…”

“I know that. But I hope he’s scared enough to know what will happen if he hurts you.”

“I bet his pants will remember for him.” I chuckled.

And Remus did something he had never done before, something no one had never done before: he hugged me, and I felt the love of a father enveloping me like a protective cocoon. I even felt a tear rolling down my cheek.

Later this day, I learnt that Mad-Eye was on his way to the 12, Grimmauld Place when Molly had been looking for me. Not finding me in my room, she had wanted to ask Fred if he had seen me, only to find out he was missing too. She had understood that we were together, and George, who had been roughly woken up by his mother, had panicked and had been unable to say anything.

Mad-Eye wanted to explain me my mission, which happened to be less difficult than I thought: I had to go back to my former house, find an highly important file and come back. Fred had refused to let me go alone and, an hour later, we had taken a Portkey. Finding the file hadn’t lasted more than half an hour during which Fred had never let go of my hand, and we came back with the same Portkey after I had cast a spell for it to bring us back to London.

Fred leaving for Hogwarts had kind of broken my heart, I wasn’t ready to spend moths without him, but he had promised me to send me a letter each day. He kept his promise, and while reading it, I had the impression I was with him.

I was still locked up in this awful house, but I was with Remus and Sirius. And I loved Fred, and he loved me, and I had friends.

My life was closer to perfection than it had never been.

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falling in crayolove; (kindergartenteacher!taehyung)

✎ pairing: kim taehyung x reader

✎ genre: kindergartenteacher!au, workingman!au, F L U F F, tiny bit of angst at the start :-( but this is literally 98% fluff; y/n and taehyung are like two little kids with little crushes on each other

✎ trigger warning(s): implications of getting an abortion!!

✎ wordcount: 10.5k

✎ summary: y/n is a very single mom and taehyung is a very single kindergarten teacher. emma knows exactly what she needs to do.

✎ note: okay LOOK before you get into reading, this isn’t technically a full fic! this is what happens when you cross a full fic and a baby drabble = this is a BABY FIC which explains why the word count is much smaller compared to the usual! (ps i will probably?? be writing more baby fics for characters such as garbageman!tae or.,,. oTher characters that i can’t think of right now lmao) i was originally going to leave kindergarten!tae as it was and i was just going to continue to write baby drabbles for him but i felt like he deserved a fic?? buT then i was conflicted because his original drabble literally already tells us the full story and i was like ok.,. what else is there to say.,,. sweats,,.. anyways this is what i ended up with! in case you were wondering, yES the original drabble is included in this fic since it’s a crucial part of the story and it would have been a waste to not use it but if you don’t want to read that you’re welcome to just skiP on over to the end lol. also emma is four years old and tae is a pre-kindergarten teacher because i changed my MIND - enjoy!!

pst if u wanna talk to y/n or emma or tae u know what to do ;-)

(gif isn’t mine!)

(((and the read more function iS there but most of the time it doesn’t work on mobile :// i am sorry don’t attack me by sending passive-aggressive anon messages)))

ah, yes.

to be young and i-

“i’m pregnant?!”

the reason why you came to the doctors today was because you thought you had some sort of stomach flu

at first it wasn’t a big deal

but then it started getting worse and you literally thought you had a parasite from eating at that dingy sushi place and you were mad at jin for like a week because it was hIs idea to go there and it’s not fair that hE didn’t get an upset tummy >:-(

jin reminded you that he warNed you about the sea urchin and you responded by smacking the back of his head

you have to admit

it is relieving to know that there isn’t a dangerous parasite living inside of you and feasting on your organs

it’s a,.,. ???

how would one describe a baby as a parasite

a perfectly natural parasite living inside of you!

well

it certainly explains things

the sudden onslaught of violent puking in the morning

you thought it was because your yogurt was starting to get a little funky but apparently it’s because there’s a baby growing inside of you!!!11!!!!

also you should probably start learning how to be more aware of the things that you’re putting inside of your body

also

this should have been a big hint: your period didn’T come this month and your red rain has never EVER been late

“but… i don’t understand.” you let out a breath and lean back against the reclining chair while staring up at the ceiling fan

the lightbulb flickers

“i- we use condoms and- we practice safe sex!!!” you exasperate and sit back up to look at dr. kim “we’re very vERy safe!!!”

“condoms are only effective 98% of the time.”

“yeAH that’s a preTTY BIG percentage” your knuckles grow white as you clench tightly around the arms of the seat in frustration

98%!!!!!!!

that means there was a 2% chance that the condom didn’t work and obviously you are part of that 2%!!!!!

“do you take birth control pills?”

“um, is the sky blue?? yes!!!!” you reply as if it’s the most obvious answer in the entire world

“the sky’s grey today.” dr. kim raises a brow at you before pointing behind you out the window “do you take them consistently?”

“ye-“ you press your lips together “…s…?”

sometimes you.,.., skip a day or two

you’re busy!!!!! you don’t always have the time to remember to pop a tiny pill into ur mouth

you didn’t think it’d be such a big deal

and you certainly didn’t think it’d result in u.., actually getting pregnant

“how many weeks…?” you trail off uneasily and pick at some lint on your sweater

you don’t feel so good now

it’s honestly probably because this baby is about to make you puke again but

oh god

you’re pregnant

you’re barely legal and you’re pregnant

you still see yourself as a kid!!!

you’re a kid who’s going to be raising a kid!!!!!!

kids should NOT be raising kids!!!!!!

“you are about… six weeks pregnant.” dr. kim flips through a chart before looking up at you with a small smile “currently, your baby is about the size of a sweet pea…”

in case it’s not clear

it takes two to tango

in this case

your tango partner is none other than son hyun-woo

otherwise known as

shownu

you’re going over to his apartment for dinner tonight and as much as you doN’t want to tell him you’re pregnant, he’s probably going to become suspicious when your stomach starts growing bigger and rounder as the months go by

you’ve been with shownu since grade eleven

it’s been a great four years!!!

shownu is very sweet and kind and caring and handsome and every other positive adjective that’s ever been recorded in the dictionary

you even chose to go to the same university as him just so you guys could stay together

he’s the captain of the soccer team which is a fact that you like to share with literally everYone because..,,. why wouLDn’t you brag about your soccer captain boyfriend

he’s… he’s the love of your life and that’s one thing you know for sure

you see yourself getting married to him and having kids with him and growing old with him

,..,you’re just not sure if he’d be down to do all of that stuff starting noW

you wipe your sweaty palms down on your leggings as shownu sets the plate of fried rice in front of you “i know you don’t like spicy things, but i threw in a liTTLE tiny baby bit of kimchi in here” he hums and takes a seat across from you “it should be fine though… if not, i made a backup plate of plain fried rice for you!”

you have half a mind to start off the announcement with ‘ah, yes, speaking of baBiES-‘ but perhaps that’s not the best approach to this delicate situation

frick

maybe you should tell him later

but.,,. it’s better to tell him soOner than later

you just don’t know what’s going to happen and you hate it when you’re unable to predict things

how is he going to take it??

he’s usually a very supportive boyfriend but this is a completely nEW kind of supportive

“by the way, thanks for helping me out with my sociology presentation. it went pretty well except for when the prof started asking questions related directly to my slides but luckiLy i was able to bullshit and finesse my way out of-“

“i’m pregnant.” you blurt out

shownu immediately chokes and his fork falls onto his plate with a loud clatter

“you’re-“ he pats his chest a couple times and takes a biG swig of water

he clears his throat

“you’re- i’m sorry, you’re what?”

“i… am… preg…nant.” you mutter sheepishly “pregnant.”

shownu stares at you with wide eyes and for a second you think you’ve broken your boyfriend

and then he snaps out of it

“dude, we’re 19 years old, i don’t wanna be a dad-!“

ok first of all did he just call you dude

and second of all

“and you think i wanna be a mom? we’re both part of this and we need to take full responsibility for our actions. w-we should have been more careful but-“

“i was the careful one! you were the one who was supposed to be on top of your stuPId pills and you couldn’t even remember to take them everyday and now look where we are!”

“look, it’s not the end of the world-“ your fingers tighten around the napkin on your lap

“god, y/n, how dumb are you?! this is going to ruin my life! you knoW how hard i’ve worked to get this soccer scholarship and all of that is about to be completely fucking derailed because of this dumb fucking baBy and- i’m not- no!” shownu snaps and slams a fist against the table

water sloshes out of both your guys’ cups from the vibrations

the dishes rattle slightly and you immediately divert your gaze to your lap

“i don’t want this baby!” he exasperates and throws his head back before placing his hands over his face “god, my parents… what the hell are they going to think??”

he looks over at you and shakes his head “you planned this, didn’t you?”

“wh- what??” your brows knit together and you let out a scoff “what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“you planned this so that i’d have no choice but to stay with you because you’re carrying my child”

“shownu- obviously i didn’t fucking plan to get pregnant, it was an acCIdent and-“

“if you keep this baby, i will leave you.” shownu growls “get rid of it.”

at first you were upset

but now you’re just angry

how dare he speak to you like this?

“what did you just say to me?” you scoff and cross your arms

“i don’t want this baby. we cannot keep this baby. we will not be raising this baby. understand?”

jesus

“fine.” you murmur quietly “we won’t keep this baby.”

you swallow the lump in your throat and blink away your tears before letting out a shaky breath

“good.” shownu visibly relaxes and clears his throat before picking up his fork

he shovels a big bite of rice into his mouth “after dinner, we’ll make an appointment to go to the abortion clinic tomorrow afternoon. i think it’ll be fine if i skip the first half of training but hopefully we’ll be back before-“

the chair screeches against the floor as you get up and shownu immediately gets up as well “hey, where are you going?”

“you’re right, shownu. we won’t be keeping this baby - i’ll be keeping this baby. and i will raise my baby on my own.” you snap and reach down to grab your bag before storming to the front door

shownu doesn’t stop you

and you don’t look back.

the rest of the night goes by in a blur

it’s pretty fitting that it’s raining like crazy outside

you drop your backpack and keys on the floor once you get back to your apartment

you peel your sopping wet jacket off and toss it on the couch before kicking your shoes off

honestly

it feels like time’s stood still

it’s just white noise in your brain and you can’t seem to focus on anything

you flick the bedside lamp on and a cast of warm yellow washes over your room

you sit cross-legged on the floor at the side of your bed and let out a breath

the atmosphere is completely silent except for the sound of rain gently drumming against the window

a flash of lightning briefly lights up the sky

in the distance, you hear the slight rumble of thunder

you dial your mom’s number with shaky fingers and click the speaker button before setting it down on the mattress

brrrrrinnng

brrrrri-

your mom picks up on the third ring which was wAY sooner than you thought she’d pick up

“hey, look who finally called!”

you open your mouth to speak when suddenly you feel an overwhelming wave of anxiety and fear rush over you

you should have planned something before calling her

what’s the right way for a teenage daughter to tell her mother that she’s pregnant?

is she going to be disappointed with you?

is she going to be angry with you? tell you that you’re irresponsible and that she saw this coming from miles away?

is she going to tell you that this is something you’ll have to deal with yourself?

your parents worked so hard to get you here and they work hard to this day to continue paying for your tuition fees

and you’re about to tell them that hey, i’m pregnant

you haven’t even said anything and you’re already losing your composure

your nails dig into the flesh of your palm as you ball your hands into fists

“-i was wondering when i’d hear from you. your dad isn’t back from work yet but i’ll make sure to tell him that you called. i’m just making dinner now, i’m trying out this new pasta dish that-“

“mom?” your voice cracks and you clamp your lips together and shake your head

your bottom lip trembles and your vision starts to blur with tears almost instantly

oh god

you can’t do this

you feel your face burning up as you try your hardest to hold it back

a beat of silence goes by and you hear some shuffling on the other end of the phone

the first tear rolls down your cheek

“…honey, what’s wrong?”

and that’s all it takes

the rest of the tears follow in an unbroken stream

you immediately let out a pained sob before leaning forward and pressing your hands against the cold floor beneath you

you begin to cry with such force that your chest starts to hurt and your heart starts to clench and you feel like you could pass out at any moment

your mom can barely make out what you’re saying through your blubbering but she manages to pick out ‘pregnant’ and that’s all she needs to know

she waits for you to sob your heart out before deciding to speak up

she asks if you have the resources to raise a child

no, you don’t

she asks if you even want to have this child

yes, you do

she asks you if shownu wants to have this child

no, he doesn’t, but that doesn’t matter to you

she tells you how much she loves you and absolutely nothing is going to change that fact

after all, you’re her baby no matter what

you find comfort in knowing that you have some form of a support system and you’re not completely on your own

you turn and twist in the mirror as you keep your eyes glued on your bare stomach

you were about to take a quick shower but once you stripped off all your clothes you were suddenly moRe aware of your tummy

you don’t look pregnant

you don’t even feel pregnant

it’s just,.,. odd

knowing that there’s a living human growing inside of you

“it’s just you and me against the world, sweet pea.” you smooth a hand over your bare stomach and give it a gentle pat

just you and sweet pea

nine months seem to go by in a blur

shownu never reaches out to you and you never reach out to him

as far as you’re concerned you don’t want anything to do with him

as far as you’re concerned this is your baby and your baby alone

your ankles become swollen and your breasts become sore and weighty

your skin gets blotchy at some point and there’s not enough concealer in the world to hide the angry pimples dotted all over your face

ur mom says u were supposed to be glowing during pregnancy..,,. the only kind of glowing ur doing is from the gREASE

you find yourself casually throwing anchovies into your vanilla ice cream and topping it off with balsamic vinegar

you had to start taking online classes because it was becoming too hard having to transport to campus every day

every time you see a dog on the street you burst into tears because hOUHG my GOD it’S so cuTE *snorts*

you’re in the middle of a midterm when you feel sweet pea kick for the first time and it takes everything within you to not start crying in the middle of the examination hall

jin comes over to your apartment for study sessions but most of the time it ends up with him taping his earbuds to the swell of your tummy and letting sweet pea listen to some classical music

he goes through this phase where he’s obsessed with healing crystals and your apartment becomes scattered with rose quartzes and jaspers because he’s doing it for the baby

occasionally he makes you lie down so he can place small crystals in a circle around your belly button so that the healing energy will be absorbed into your body and into the baby

you’re thankful that you have a friend like him even though he’s literally a lunatic

your mom comes into town once a month and stays for about a week just to take care of you and make sure that both you and the baby are happy and healthy

as time goes on, your little sweet pea grows into a fuLL on watermelon

and eventually-

“jesus chRIST-“ your chest heaves with exhaustion as you lie back against the hospital bed

oh my god

that was the woRST eight hours of your life

your lower body is completely numb and you don’t even want to think about how buSted your vagina looks right now

you put her through a loT today!!!!

“here she is, mama!” the nurse gently places your screAMing bundle of joy in your arms and suddenly all the blood sweat and tears is completely worth it

“hi, sweet pea…” you laugh lightly as her tiny, mucousy hand wraps around your finger

she’s so beautiful

“i’m your mommy…” your eyes are glistening with tears of joy (aND pain) and you lean in to press a tiny kiss to the top of her head “just u nd me against the world”

well

that was four years ago

it’s pretty strange how quickly time can go by

four years ago you were nineteen years old

four years ago you were in a committed, loving relationship with someone you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with

four years ago you were in your second year of university; first year was a hellish nightmare and you were just starting to figure things out

four years ago you found out you were pregnant and your world was turned upside down

and now you’re twenty-three years old

a lot has changed in the past four years

you are no longer in a committed, loving relationship with someone you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with; in fact, you haven’t been in another relationship since shownu,., you haven’t even been on any dates

you are in your fifth year of university because you couldn’t graduate last year due to the fact that you were missing some credits; luckily you have moSt of university life figured out at this point even though you occasionally stiLL get lost on campus sometimes

you found a pretty stable job at a drug store a couple blocks away from the apartment

it’s not much but it pays the bills (your parents will occasionally chip in and help out if u need it) ((you’re very grateful to have the parents that you have))

jin is still a big fat doofus (he’s not aS obsessed with crystals but u keep them in the apartment because they’re pretty)

emma’s in pre-k now!!!! it seems like it was only yesterday that she started walking and talking

and now she won’t stop walking,.,. or talking

no tea no shade

emma is the absolute light of your life!!

and you would straight up SLAUGHTER anyone who would try to hurt her

:~)

she’s your little ball of sunshine who smothers you with kisses every morning to wake you up and writes ‘i lov3 mommy’ on literally any surface she can find (you’re flattered but u need to have a word with her about using lipstick to write on the walls) and always wants to help you make breakfast and dinner or fold the laundry or sweep the floors

emma is a peculiar little girl and you are so, so proud to be able to call yourself her mother

she’s compassionate and kindhearted and thoughtful and polite

she never forgets to say please and thank you

she likes to wait for you to get to the dinner table as well before digging into her spaghetti (she can’t pronounce spaghetti yet so she jumbles it together and it becomes spapeggi)

she likes watching nature documentaries (docummeneries) with you and would genuinely choose to watch that over the powerpuff girls or even spongebob and you were like ???? because yOU low-key want to watch spongebob and u don’t want to have to confess to your four year old daughter that you want to watch cartoons instead of a documentary

on mother’s day she woke you up with kisses and breakfast in bed!! she made you a peanut butter and strawberry jelly sandwich and you have to admit that it was *mwah* very scrumptious

emma is very curious as to who her dad is or if she even hAs a dad

she thought jin was her dad and jin was only slightly offended at how hard you laughed at that when she brought it up

because all the kids at school seem to have dads and she only has a mom

which isn’t a problem at all it’s just,.,. she wants to know

like her friend hwayoung has a dad!!!

and his name is hwayoung’s dad

that’s all she knows about him

one time all the kids in class were talking about their dads and emma didn’t have anything to say but lucKily she was able to steer the attention away from herself

(“my dad’s a dentist” “mine is a doctor!” “mine is a cee-hee-ho! emma, what does your dad-“ “cee-hee-ho of what?” “…i dunno” “yeah, cee-hee-ho of what?!”)

talking to emma about shownu is a tricky situation

“your dad is a very, very busy... soccer player...?”

you don’t actually know what shownu’s been up to besides the fact that he’s on the national soccer team which is gReat for him but every time you think about that stupid boy you can’t help but revisit the night when he basically told you that you would ruin his entire life if you kept the child-

“how come he never visits?” emma furrows her brows as she tries to twirl spaghetti around her fork

the noodles are too slippery and emma yelps in surprise when some sauce splatters onto her face

“he… the important thing here is that you have mommy, okay?” you smile and reach over to wipe the tomato chunk off her chubby cheek “don’t worry about your dad.”

emma doesn’t know a lot

but she knows enough to not bring it up again

anyways

even though you’re a mother now

that doesn’t necessarily mean that you automatically have your shit together becAUSe-

“shit shit shit shIt shit” you curse to yourself as you vEEr right into the first parking spot you see

you immediately crank the brake and unbuckle your seatbelt

“i was going to park there, asshole!” you hop out of the car to see an angry looking mother glaring at you from her minivan and you give her a sheepish smile

“i’m sorry!!!! my kid just got off from class and i can’t be late because i need to drive her to ballet and-“ you’re definitely oversharing with this stranger and she obviously doesn’t care because she rolls her eyes and flips you off before zoOming off to find another parking spot

soccer moms are so aggressive

you double check that you have everything with you and you fish your parent lanyard out of your backpack and sling it around your neck quickly as you approach the front doors

you thought that once you became a mother you would instantly become more responsible more organised more matuRe

obviously you were mistAken because you’re still late to almost everything you go to

some things never change!!!!

you hurry your way down the hallway and pick up the pace when you see the swarm of parents standing outside the classroom

as you approach the crowd you get up on your tip-toes to see if emma’s been excused yet

you accidentally bump into a couple and a bit of your coffee splashes onto their shoulders and they turn around and give you a dirty look

“oh, sorry!!!! ….fridays, am i right?” you joke and they both scowl before shuffling to stand somewhere else

oof

tough crowd

none of the parents here like u that much

which is a real shame because you think you make greAt company

you’re just,.,, there’s a big age gap between u and most of the parents here

you’re one of the younger parents in the class

actually you might be the youngest

min yoongi and his wife (you forgot her name whoOps) are pretty young but they’re still a couple years older than you

and side note their daughter is adoraBle

emma is actually friends with hwayoung so you talk to yoongi sometimes

it’s nice to talk to someone who’s around your age

he’s just veRy businessman-y so it’s difficult to joke around with him

but he’s still a nice guy!!

speaking of yoongi and hwayoung

a bright smile makes its way onto your face when you see yoongi nudging hwayoung through the crowd of people before grabbing onto her small hand

“yoongi!” yoongi looks up and he smiles politely

he’s still dressed all spic and span in his suit from work

“ah! good afternoon, y/n. hwayoung, say good afternoon to emma’s mom.” he hums before bending down to zip up her backpack that’s just wiDe open

relatable

“good afternoon, emma’s mom!!” she looks up at you with bright eyes

she’s sO CuTE

“hi, hwayoung-ie!” you bend down and pinch her cheek before reaching into the pocket of your coat and fishing out a little caramel “don’t tell your dad,” you joke and yoongi snorts in response

“thank u!!!!!” she snaTches it immediately and you coo before pinching her cheek again

you get back up onto your feet “you guys on your way home now?”

“mhm. is emma still available for a playdate this sunday?” yoongi swoops hwayoung off her feet and props her up onto his hip and she immediately rests her head against his shoulder

“affirmative, sir.” you salute and yoongi rolls his eyes playfully “i-“

“emma y/l/n?” you perk up when you hear emma’s name being called

“yeah, we’ll see you sunday! have a nice night!” you turn to squeeze your way into the crowd and once you make your way to the front your heart immediately starts going boom-boom because

it’s taehyung

emma’s teacher

kim taehyung is uh

whOo

putting it simply he is a very attractive man and he’s only a couple months older than you so like you’re preTTY sure this is god’s way of telling you it’s meant to be

the only time you’ve really talk to him is during the parent-teacher conference and even theN you can barely get a word in because emma’s a little chatterbox (one time she almost let it slip that ‘mommy dressed extra pretty for you!’ and you were literally about to pounce on your child in the middle of a classroom)

he’s really sweet n nice and when he smiles that boxY grin you can’t help but smile aNd he’s endearingly dorky and super charming aND funny and he’s so good with the kids and OH my god his voice is like..,., silky smooth dark chocolate.,,.,. rich caramel.,, that u want to driZZLE all over your BODY

okay no R-rated thoughts when there are children present

don’t be weird

since he’s your kid’s teacher you’re not sure if that’s even allowed

the whole parents dating teachers thing

anyways

he looks so soft today

he’s wearing a crisp button up with a pair of jeans

he obviously let the kids mess with his hair because he has a little sproUT in his hair

and you’re pretty sure you have a glasses kink because you’ve never felt this way when seeing someone with their glasses sitting on the top of their head

“hi, yeah, that’s me- i mean, that’s not me, but that’s my child- you know what i mean” you blow a strand of hair away from your face before adjusting your backpack with a sheepish grin

woW what the hell was that lol

taehyung presses his lips together to keep himself from bursting into chuckles

you’re so awkward sometimes but he supposes that’s just part of your charm

he wants to tell you you look real cute in your periwinkle sweater

and it’s endearing how the laces on your converse shoes are undone

no doubt from your frantic running down the hallway (he notices everything)

but of course he has to keep it professional because you are the parent of one of his students it doesn’t matTer that you’re the same age as him and that he’s very very very veRY attracted to you

“hi miss y/l/n.” taehyung smiles kindly before ticking next to your name on the clipboard “emma’ll be ready in a minute! we did finger-painting today so the kids are taking a little longer to wash up. how was your day?” he suddenly remembers the little ponYTAIL in his hair and he yanks the hair tie off quickly

“oh, y’know, the usual. it’s not super exciting having to keep studying after four whole years of studying.” you snort before pulling your own hair tie from your ponytail and letting your hair down

“i admire that! education is important.” taehyung hums

your hair looks so soft

it probably smells good too

o god he’s being creepy stop being creepy

“i suppose you’re right. what else happened…uh… had a really good caramel macchiato and a mediocre turkey sandwich for lunch-“

“mommy!” you snap out of your little trance when emma suddenly ziPs out of the classroom

her little backpack bounces against her back

“hi baby!” you grin and swoOp down to scoop her up into your arms

you smoosh kisses against her chubby cheek while she giggles away before you plop her back down onto the ground

it takes everything within taehyung not to mELT into the ground because even tho he sees you do that basically every day it never fails to turn him into a pile of mush IT’S SO CUTE

“we finger-painted today!” she cheers and holds her paper up for you to look at

“yeah, mr kim was just telling me-“

“that’s me, n that’s you, n that’s mr. kim!” she grins and points to the third figure in the painting and almost immediately bOTH yours and tae’s faces go bright red

you think you might actually be on fire right now (even tho this isn’t the first time this has hAPPENeD) ((ur referring to the time the class made play-doh people and emma made one of you and one of tae and the play-doh versions of you two are holding hands))

“oh! that’s, heh, uh, that’s nice! that’s so good, you did a good job, baby” you clear your throat and your eyes flicker over to taehyung

he tilts his head and offers you a meek smile

“will you put it up on the fridge when we go home?” she asks as you tuck it into her backpack for her before ziPping her bag up

“mhm…” you get back up onto your feet and dust your knees off “say g’bye to mr. kim”

“bye mr. kim!” emma turns around and hugs his legs

her face is like on the same level as his knees so he’s basically kneeing her and are u an awful mother if you kinda laughed at that

“goodbye, sweetheart!” he replies with the same level of enthusiasm as he gets down onto his knees so that he can give her a proper hug and she gives him a sweet lil kiss on the cheek “have a nice weekend, hm?” his eyes flicker up to you and you feel your heart skip a beat

emma pulls away from him and skips over to you “oh, and don’t forget to tie your laces, emma.” taehyung hums as he gets back up onto his feet

you look down because you remember putting emma in slip-on converse this morning not-

“he means you, mama.” emma not-so-subtly whispers and you look down at your undone laces before looking back up at taehyung who’s looking very amused at the moment

there it is again

that fuzzy feeling in your stuPid heart

u know what

you have to get over it because it’s never going to happen

you’re an adult

you can get over it fine you’ll be finE

this is just a silly little crush

“how do you feel about spaghetti and garlic bread for dinner?” you clutch emma’s little hand in yours as you guys make your way down the empty hallway

look

spaghetti is the only thing you’re actually reaLLy good at making okAY

obviously you feed your child other things,,,.., she likes kimchi fried rice with chunks of spam,,.,. a refreshing greek salad,,.. peanut butter (beanut putter) and jelly sandwiches,.,., sometimes a little fruit salad,,.,.

“yummy! with extra cheese?”

“it wouldn’t be as yummy without the extra cheese… but we obviously have to go to our usual place to get a hot chocolate first…” you’re rambling on and on about hot chocolate but emma isn’t really paying attention

because she has concocted a sneaky plan in that tiny brain of hers

she knows you like mr. kim

and she’s positive mr. kim likes you back

you always get so red around him

and he always gets so red around you

and red is the colour of love

which means that you must love mr. kim and mr. kim must love you

and she’s been trying her hardest to try and get you guys to hold hands or touch butts or whatever it is grown-ups do to prove they love each other

but each time she does something she’s never successful!!!

she tried to tell mr. kim about you dressing extra pretty for him but you smacked a hand over her mouth before she could get it out

she made a play-doh mommy and a play-doh mr. kim and presented them proudly to you and mr. kim and the both of you just laUGHED in hER FACE

do you people think she’s just a SIMPLE F O O L

and she has to admit the painting of you and her and mr. kim is probably one of her weaker moves but it’s better than nothing

and u know what

she just wants you to be happy

because she loves you a lot

and you’re a good mommy

and good mommies deserve to be happy

and from what she knows

mommies need daddies (sometimes mommies can be with other mommies!!!)

but yOU, specifically

you need a daddy

and mr. kim is the perfect fit!!! she likes mr. kim a lot

he’s always really nice to her and he lets her braid his hair and he gives her candies and kisses her cheeks

this next part is all part of her evil plan and she’s positive that this time something will happen

all of her peers (including herself) have their own cubbies in the classroom

emma purposely left her snack box in there so that you’d have a reason to go back

AND she left a little note in there for you and (hopefully) mr. kim to read

emma is your child after all

meaning she’s a very verY clever girl

she just has to wait for the right time.,.,.

and the right time is noW

“mommy, my snack box is still in the classroom!!” emma stops in her tracks and you nod before pointing to the direction of the classroom

“go ahead, go get it”

“but i need to pee.” she squeezes her legs together and makes a face of discomfort “you need to get the snack box, mommy”

“i-“ you look back at the closed door of the classroom “mommy can wait for you to finish peeing and then you can go-“

“no, no, you need to go get it i need to pEE” the next thing you know she’s spRInting towards the washroom and you’re left standing in the middle of the hallway with question marks floating around your head

what in the hickory ham is going on

“gO GET MY SNACK BOX MOMMY” you hear her voice echo from the washroom

“alRIght alright” you snort before turning and heading back to the classroom

you don’t know why you’re suddenly so nervous

you’re retrieving your daughter’s snack box from her super attractive teacher that you definitely have a crush on there’s nothing to be nervous about

hi tae! emma left the ol’ snack box up in here!

whaddup mr. kim! mind if i just pOP right in??

yo Yo yOOoo have u seen a purple box anywhere?? because it belongs to emma and i need it

o god

all of these options are terrible

you need more time to rehearse your lines-

you’re about to reach up to knock on the door when suddenly it swiNgs right open and you stumble back in surprise

“oh shit!” taehyung reaches out and grabs onto your waist before you can fall flat on your aSS and you let out a squeak

in the midst of your almost-fall you’d grabbed onto his bicep and now.,.., he has an arm…, wrapped around your waist.,., while you have one hand on his bicep and one hand curled around the nape of his neck.,,,..,.,

the two of you snap out of your respective trances when you hear a door open down the hallway and you immediately leT GO of each other

also tae was right ur hair does smell really nice

“hi. sorry about that! i was on my way to the washroom and i didn’t know you were outside…” he clears his throat and prays to god he’s not as red as a tomato right now

“no, no! it was my bad, i’m sorry.” you reach up and scratch the back of your neck “i, uh, emma said she left her snack box in here.” you breathe out

“oh, uh, come in! i’ll help you search for it. it’s probably in her cubby. she’s always leaving things in there.” taehyung falls back into his ‘mr. kim’ persona as he leads you towards the cubbies in the back “let’s see… emma… here~” he bends down and you follow suit

oh my go d he even smells good is this aLLOWed

you perk up when you spot emma’s box

“hey, you’re right! here it is-“ you reach in and grab the box but you’re surprise when you notice the piece of paper stuck to the back of it

it’s an A4 piece of paper with a little card stuck to it and a note written in crayon on it

you recognise the card

it’s the business card of that little cafe you take emma to every friday after school

the one that you’re supposed to take her to right noW

‘mommy’s faveriate drink is karomal makkiatoe and mr. kim’s faverieote drink is hot chalklate’

“huh.” both you and tae are kinda just staring at the note

the gears are click-click-clicking away in both your guys’ heads

and then it hits the both of you at the same time

oh.

taehyung isn’t typically a ballsy guy but like

he’s feeling vEry brave all of a sudden

“can i take you out sometime?” he blurts out and your eyes widen in surprise

well

you certainly weren’t expecting that

the both of you get back up onto your feet and you tuck emma’s box into your backpack

your cheeks flare up and you let out a little chuckle before scratching the back of your neck “i… uh…”

“i mean, don’t feel pressured to say yes just because i’m emma’s teacher!” taehyung stammers “i just, y’know, i don’t want to overstep here but i think you’re a very beautiful woman and-“

“i would love to.” you clear your throat and take your bottom lip in between your teeth “yeah, i would love to. actually, uh- emma and i, we usually go to this cafe every friday - if you’re free right now, maybe you can come and join us?” you rub your slighTLy damp hands on the back of your jeans and taehyung immediately lightS up and nods quickly

“i would love that. yeah, just… just gimme a second to clean up real quick! i’ll meet you and emma outside?”

“great! yeah, totally. she’s just.. she’s peeing right now so i should probably go check and see that she hasn’t flushed herself down the toilet or anything” you joke as you make your way towards the door and tae splits off to head to his desk “i’ll see you outside!”

you shut the door behind you and you have to quickly press yourself against the wall and you nearly bite your bottom lip off to keep yourself from screaming

your heart is going a million miles an hour and there are butterflies just having a raVE in your stomach

as soon as you leave the room taehyung pumps a fiST into the air in victory because Y E S HE DID IT

“did you find my box?” emma’s sitting outside the washroom as you approach her and you raise a brow before nodding

“mhm.” she gets up and grabs onto your hand before looking back at the classroom door

huh

did her plan not work

she knows she’s not supposed to say bad words but what the h*ck

she really thought her plan would work!!!!

“mr. kim’s joining us for hot chocolate today, by the way. hope you don’t mind.” you add casually and a cheshire-cat grin takes over emma’s face

the whole time you and emma and tae are at the cafe emma can’t help but feel proud of herself

you and mr. kim are sitting very vEry close to each other in your booth chatting away while she sits opposite of you two quietly nibbling at a scone and taking small sips of her hot chocolate

S U C C E S S has never tasted so good

luckily enough emma’s ballet class was cancelled today and you secretly thank the gods above because you’re having a really nice time with taehyung and it would have been a big ol bummer to have to leave early

he’s so sweet and considerate and he’s a really good listener

and he’s sO funny and super dorky in the best way possible

“oh my gosh, don’t even get me started on nap time. i love watching the kids sleep!” he pauses and his eyes widen “i promise i wasn’t trying to make that as creepy as it came out… they’re just so cute when they sleep!!! …okay, yeah, that still sounded creepy.”

you’re having so much fun with tae you’ve barely paid any attention to emma which is totally fine to her because she wanTs you and mr. kim to talk more

it’s just

emma gets pretty sleepy after a good snack or meal

sometimes she falls asleep halfway through eating (she used to do that a lot when she was a baby) ((one time she fell face flat into a bowl of mushy peas))

and the blueberry scone paired with the hot chocolate.,., that was a good snack,,..,

“oh my gosh, look at the time-“ your eyes widen when you realise it’s literally almost seven o’clock

you turn to look at emma and immediately stifle a laugh when you realize what’s happened

she fell asleep

her mouth is agape and there are a couple crumbs dusting her bottom lip

she only finished half her scone and she’s griPPing the other half in her tiny hand

you scrunch your nose and turn back to face tae “em and i should probably head home…”

it sucks because it’s still pretty early and u really really wanna keep hanging out with tae but,,.,.

“yeah, don’t worry about it!” tae nods understandingly and dusts his hands off before sliding out of the booth “i’ll help carry her to the car.”

“thank you for treating us to the hot chocolates and scones, by the way.” you hold the door open for tae as he steps outside with emma in his arms

she has her arms wrapped around his neck and her chin propped up on his shoulder

she still has a death grip on that scone

“of course! don’t worry about it.” taehyung hums and follows you to your car parked all the way at the end of the parking lot “by the way - did emma get you to sign the parental form for the trip to the aquarium?”

“she woke me up this morning by shaking it in my face.” you laugh lightly and open the door for tae “i’ll sign it tonight so she can hand it in tomorrow. oh, the car seat’s a little tricky so you can just plop emma in it and i’ll take care of the-“

click

clack

zip

snap

taehyung buckles emma in eaSILy and you’re genuinely taken aback by how quickly he did that

usually it takes you like five minutes to attach the one on her chest

and uh,,.., you’re pretty sure watching him being able to smoothly operate a child’s car seat isn’t supposed to be hot,.,. but dat shit was kinda hot

“sorry about that. what were you saying?” taehyung pulls away and closes the car door shut gently

“uh,.., i was just talking about that aquarium field trip form.” you clear your throat and resist the urge to fan your face

“ah, right! i’ve been meaning to ask - would you maybe be interested in being a chaperone for that field trip? we already have a couple parents who have signed up, but,.., i don’t know, i thought maybe it’d be fun to,.,”

okay taehyung has no idea how to word this

he just wants u to be a chaperone as a sneaky excuse to spend more time with you lol

“emma actually tricked me into signing up to become a chaperone, so unfortunately, you will be stuck with me for like six hours straight.” you smile and punch tae’s arm lightly

“sounds like a rough time but i’m sure i’ll be able to soldier through it.” he teases and raises a perfectly arched brow

a moment of silence goes by and all that can be heard is the slight buzzing from the cafe’s neon OPEN sign along with the faint chirping of crickets

“so, miss y/l/n.” tae clears his throat “can i put you down in charge of sandwiches and juice boxes?”

“sounds good, mr. kim.” you playfully resort back to your proFesSional names and you both stand up a little straighter before bursting into giggles

you don’t know what it is

maybe it’s because tae’s the first guy in a while you actually genuinely romantically like

maybe it’s because it makes you happy knowing that emma adores him and he adores emma

maybe it’s because within a couple of hours he’s successfully wormed his way into your heart because he’s so warm and kind and caring

but you have an overwhelming urge to just-

ᵖᵉᵏ

you surprise yourself when you lean in to plant a tiny kiss on taehyung’s cheek

his eyes widen and his cheeks flush in surprise

he reaches up to adjust his square-framed glasses before letting out a small chuckle “i look forward to seeing you tomorrow morning, miss y/l/n.”

taehyung drives home that night with a megawatt smile on his face

anyone who passed by probably thought he was a maniac but he doesn’t care!!!!!!!

you kissed him on the cheek!!!!!!

he’s a maniac in love!!!!!!!!

you’re not any better

once you park the car in the driveway you let out a breath and then a little squeal and punch the horn compLetely forgetting that emma was still snoozing away in the back

emma peels one eye open to look at you and you lock gazes in the mirror

she immediately squeezes her eyes shut

you turn around and gawk at her “how long have you been awake for?”

“long enough 2 know dat u kissed mr kim on the cheek” she replies with her eyes still shut

goD

she really is a sneaky little bugger

“come on, mama - let’s go see your boyfriend!!!!” emma drags you down the hallway and you nearly stumble over your feet

“he’s not- mr kim is noT mommy’s boyfriend-“

“okay.,,.” emma pauses for a split second before her face lights up again “let’s go see your daddy!!!”

you choke

“that’s nOT ANY BETTER-“

surprisingly enough you made it a liTTle bit before eight o’clock when usually you always buSt in through the doors at like 8:05

the other parents are dropping their kids off for the day and it’s safe to say that this is the first time you’ve seen yoongi in the morning

he has a little bit of bedhead but

his tie is nice and neat as per usual

“good morning, yoongi! morning, hwayoung!!” you chirp and offer him a smile before reaching down to pat hwayoung’s head

“morning, y/n. morning, emma.” he smiles back at you before turning his head and letting out a small yawn

“good morning, hwayoung n hwayoung’s dad!!!” emma grins and bounces up and down on her feet

“morning, emma n emma’s mama.” hwayoung hums sleepily and reaches up to rub at her eyes whilst leaning against yoongi

huh

like father like daughter

“min hwayoung?”

you turn your head when you hear tae’s rich baritone voice

somehow it’s even 𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇 in the morning

“alright, in you go. i’ll see you after school, chunky monkey.” yoongi bends down and gives hwayoung a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek before she’s scurrying off to the classroom. “goodbye, y/n. i’ll see you after school as well.” he pats your arm and you laugh lightly before saying goodbye and moving aside to let him through

“emma y/l/n?”

you’re about to sWEep emma up and smoosh kisses all over her face then say goodbye but she grabs your hand and vEry aggressively drags you through the crowd of parents and her peers “emma, what are you-“

“good morning, mr. kim!” emma greets brightly and taehyung looks surprised to see you here because usually he just sees the kid in the morning and not the kid’s parent

“ah, good morning, emma! morning, miss y/l/n.” he smiles shyly before ticking next to emma’s name

“good morning, mr. kim…” you trail off and reach up to scratch the back of your neck

it’s probably because u don’t have any coffee in your system yet but you can’t think of anything else to say

and for a second taehyung forgets that he’s literally in the middle of his job and he has like ten other kids to take care of

“mama, don’t you have something for mr. kim?” emma tugs on your hand and you look down at her before furrowing your brows and shaking your head

“no, i do-“

“yes, you do!” she moves behind you and unZips the front pocket of your backpack and you let out a sQuawk when she yanks you down slightly “here!” emma pulls a shiny red apple out of your bag and hands it to you

you take it from her and raise a brow “i didn’t-“

“you packed this this morning, remember? to give to mr. kim?” she blinks and squeezes her eyes shut before opening them as wide as possible

.,,.is she trying to wink at you?

you’re going to have to teach her how to wink proper- oHHHHHh

“right! i… did! i did pack- here you go, tae- mr. kim.” you smile sheepishly and hand him the red apple

goD

now you feel like a tiny little teacher’s pet because none of the other parents ever bring tae apples and apparently you bring him apples now!!!

“thank you!” taehyung laughs lightly “that’s very sweet of you, miss y/l/n.”

you feel like your entire face is redder than the damn apple “uh, anyWays! em, i will see you later.” you pat the top of her head before nudging her into the room

“bye, mama!”

you glance back at tae “and i will also.,., see u later.,.”

woWie

what an interesting start to the day

“i don’t know how she managed to sneak an apple into my backpack without me noticing.” you slam the car door shut and jin laughs a little and shuts his door

you fling your backpack over your shoulder and jin hands you the takeaway cup of hot chocolate

sometimes you pick jin up from his place after you drop emma off at school just because it’s on the way and jin says he would rather dunk himself in boiling water than go on public transport at 8:30 in the morning

he makes it up to you by paying for the starbucks drivethru drinks

“she’s probably picking it up from me. i am super smooth, after all”

you snort immediately “oh, right, like that one time you- shit!”

“okay firSt of all i would NEVER defecate in public-“

“no, i’m not talking about you, you weirdo!” you scowl before unlocking your car and opening up the passenger seat door “emma left her lunch bag in here…”

jin checks the time on his watch “if you go back and drop it off you’ll only be… twenty-ish minutes late to class? don’t worry, i’ll catch you up on anything that’s important.”

“thAnk you so much you beautiful man-“

seokin gasps and purses his lips “so you ADMIT it you think i’m-“

“oh my god not noW-“ you hop into the driver’s seat and fling your backpack to the front seat before shoving the key into the ignition

you bought one of those fancy sandwich cutters and emma’s peanut butter and jelly sandwich is shaped like a butterfly today and you’ll be daMNed if she doesn’t get a chance to show it off to her classmates

you parked the car hastily so it’s kind of crooked but it’s fiNE

your sneakers squeak against the linoleum as you make your way down the familiar hallway

and you heaR the chorus of kids singing coming from tae’s classroom

you even hear tae singing along

“five little ducks went out one day, over the hill and far away, mother duck said quack quack quack quack, but only four little ducks came back-“

you peek into the room a little and giggle lightly when you see tae wiggling his arms and shaking his butt like a little duckling

how precious!!!!!!!

:’-)

u hate to interrupt the fun morning song but you really gotta get the heCk out of here and go back to class

you already hate that you might be missing 20 minutes of class so you’re trying to minimiZe those minutes as much as possible

you give the bright red door a couple knocks and shoot everyone a sheepish smile when the entire class and tae turn to look at who’s at the door

taehyung tells the kids to busy themselves with the duck song before he excuses himself

“hey!” he steps out of the room and shuts the door behind him “what’s up?”

“hey… emma left her lunch bag in the car so i figured i’d drive back and drop it off so it doesn’t look like i’m a negligent mother.” you joke before holding it out for him to take

“the girl loves her beanut putter sandwiches, doesn’t she?” taehyung takes the bag from you and shakes it gently

he only knows that because she has it for lunch like every day and she’s always showing it off to her friends because ‘my mommy cuts mY sandwiches into hearts because she loves me!!!!!!!!!’

“i keep telling her it’s peanut butter and not beanut putter… i think she knows the difference but she’s just doing it because she’s a little joker.” you snort and look down at the takeaway cup in your hand

you feel bad for interrupting the class so- “oh, before i forget! i brought a hot chocolate for you. it’s from starbucks so you know it haS to be good-“

“first an apple, then a starbucks hot chocolate?” taehyung beams and takes it from you “if i didn’t know any better, it’d seem like you were buttering me up or something…”

“ah, was it really that obvious?” you tease back

a beat of silence goes by

the both of you are now fully aware that there is a mutual attraction here

the unfortunate thing is that you’re both still big ol wuSSIes

taehyung wants to ask you out on a proper date.,.,. which he did yesterday!! but then you kinD of asked him if he wanted to join you and em for hot cocoa and scones??

and he kinda wants to take you out on a date that perhaps doEsn’t include emma.,,. no offence to her, of course!

he just wants some alone time with u

“so… yesterday was nice!”

almost instantly your cheeks flush and you let out a light laugh “yeah, it really was…”

well

he has you alone

so he might as well go for it agaIN

taehyung clears his throat “hey, so… i don’t know if it wasn’t clear yesterday, but i… would you want to go out on a date with me? like, a proper one?”

“you mean yesterday wasn’t a proper date?” your brows knit together and taehyung automatically enters pANIC mode

“n-no, not at all! i kinda meant l-like, ah, i don’t know, maybe this isn’t a good-“

“tae-“ you reach over and pinch his arm gently “i’m kidding. i would… love to go out on a proper date with you.”

taehyung lights up immediately and nods quickly “how does tonight sound? i overheard emma and hwayoung talking about their sleepover tonight, but if you’re busy we can totally find another time to-“

“tonight’s fine! tonight’s good.” you nod and smile at him

taehyung’s heart skips a beat

he doesn’t know why he’s so nervous and stuttery around you

“i can come pick you up at your place since i know where you live-“ oH gOd okay reel it back “-bECAUSE it’s on the registry-“

“sounds good! you can text me what the plans are after class today so that i’ll know what to wear-“

ᵖᵉᵏ

your lashes flutter when taehyung leans forward and kisses your cheek just like you did to him last night

you unintentionally let out a little gasp and reach up to brush your fingers over your reddening cheek “mr. kim! keep it professional…” there’s a playful glint behind your eyes and taehyung can’t help but snort and roll his eyes playfully “besides - it looks like we have an audience.”

he glances over his shoulder and sure enough all the kids are squiShed up against the window in the door to sneak a peek at mr. kim and emma’s mom

“…scATTER-!“ you hear emma and you can’t help but laugh at the sight of the kids panicking and heading back to their spots

you open your mouth to speak

and then it happens

“mr. kim and emma’s mom, sitting in a tree! K-I-S-s,,,,..,,e?,,.i…a!!! i..?” the song trails off into unsure mumbles because none of the kids know how to spell kissing yet and you let out a groan and reach up to cover your face

taehyung stifles a laugh and shakes his head

“i think that’s my cue to leave” you kiss your teeth and point towards the hallway

“you’re going to leave me here to face the merciless teasing of all those kids by myself?!” taehyung gawks at you before turning to look into the classroom where all the kids are huddled by the whiteboard trying to figure out how to spell kissing as if it was some biG ol conspiracy theory

so far they have ‘khisign’ and ‘keccing’ and.,., one kid wrote down ‘kitten’

huh

maybe he should replace morning singing with morning spelling from now on

“i’ll make it up to you, mr. kim!” you’re already hALfway down the hall and taehyung’s heart goes bAbumP when you blow him a kiss

“i’m holding you to that promise, miss y/l/n!”

ah, yes.

to be young and in love.

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Tainted Souls (Jimin)

Summary: Vampires were no longer a myth, the world knew that they were very very real. The world wasn’t ready for it, and they really weren’t ready to find out that all those whacky conspiracy theorists finally got something right. A lot of celebrities were, in fact, undead. Including BTS. Touring constantly, always on the move it was painfully difficult to ensure that they received their meals. Until their manager learned of a business that specialized in vampire fine dining.

Pairing: Vampire!Jimin x Reader

Warnings: explicit sex scenes including oral sex (male receiving), biting, a light noona kink, an insecure Jimin

Word Count: 5.1K

Series list: Prologue, Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook

Jimin is an interesting character, one that you can't exactly pinpoint to any one specific thing. One minute he can be almost childlike with a near innocent enthusiasm and in the next moment, he can remind you of a broken lost soul that had traveled far too long and then suddenly he can be the carnal representation of his being...a vampire. All this in a time frame of fewer than fifteen minutes, honestly sometimes you wonder if he gives even himself emotional whiplash. In the last month that you've gotten to know him, you've concluded that no matter how much time you spend around him you'll always uncover new sides. He's always changing, evolving, growing right before your eyes. He's much more then the looks let on, or even what he shows on the surface. When you first met him he couldn't look you in the eyes. He was the definition of anxiety energy. His eyes looking everywhere but at you, his foot constantly tapping, his fingers twisting around his sweater. The first feeding had been...awkward to say the least. He asked you at least four times if it was okay before finally sinking into your wrist. He then immediately pulled back and asked if it hurt. He asked about six times afterward if you were feeling okay and if you were sure everything was fine. It was sweet, even if slightly annoying. You've fed a lot of vampires and it was a lot like any other customer service job. No one ever gave a shit about the employee, just their own experience. Until Jimin that is. That first feeding also seemed to stir a change in your relationship. Perhaps it was because he had your blood that he finally got comfortable. Actually started speaking to you without whispering, finally looking you in your eyes. You'd like to think it was because he finally relaxed, but you're pretty sure that he only relaxed because of the effects of your blood. You see, what a lot of people still don't realize (even after vampires went public) is the effects of blood on a vampire. Tainted Souls knew it down to a scientific level, they even tested your blood not just for diseases but for certain...benefits each blood can give. Just like how some foods can give you certain boosts some blood can too. It's a true vampire fine dining experience. There are still multiple studies being done on vampires and how they live and what exactly blood does to them, nothing is yet conclusive. But in all the years that Tainted Souls has been around, they've learned things that the general public and the scientific world is still struggling with. Blood can carry certain flavors for a vampire, but it can also carry more. Some blood can elicit certain emotional reactions, although that's not always the case. It's usually only when the person giving the blood has very strong emotions at the time. Senses of fear, elation, desires...well those can be communicated to vampires through blood. And you had been prepping hard for Jimin's first feeding. He'd been so nervous around you that you had pulled out all the stops. From yoga to meditation to chamomile tea before seeing him. And it worked like a charm. For the first time, you finally saw him relax, anxiety melting off of him and that was the start to your friendship with him. As time went on you got to learn a lot more about him. It's hard not to when you're constantly there. You knew that the job would be travel heavy, but you certainly hadn't expected that so soon into the job. Almost two weeks in and you were jet-setting around the world. Even when you considered that they were vampires and able to handle more than the average human it was still mind-boggling to think of the amount of work and stress they functioned under daily. You only got a taste of it as you traveled with them, and you were already exhausted. Jimin had faithfully been there for you, constantly checking in to make sure that everything was okay. During that time you learned a lot. Namely how shit you were at packing, but luckily it seemed like between all of Bangtan and the rest of the girls someone always had whatever it was you needed. If not then while the guys were working you could set off on a small day trip and explore while shopping. But you've also learned a lot about Jimin. He has a tendency to overthink, to internalize all of his problems. He's bright and sunny, but painfully afraid of not being good enough. He compares himself far too often. He's still learning how to be comfortable in his own skin. He works hard at many things, but you're afraid that it's usually to prove something not to himself but to others. The rest of Bangtan is good at reassuring him, but again he overthinks even reassurance. For a vampire, he's painfully human. And this brings you to right now, sitting with Jimin's head in your lap as he tries not to cry. His voice cracked in the last performance of the concert, and he feels that he failed the fans, his group, himself. He's refused all the other guys who've tried to come over and comfort him but when you came over he immediately curled up into your lap. You've been through this enough times to know that sometimes words don't need to be said. So instead you just run your fingers through his hair and give him a comfort that doesn't force him to speak. Eventually, the tears start to fall, and you can hear him try to stay quiet but soon the dam bursts. You hear him hiccup a few times before he seems to finally stops. "I'm sorry." "There's nothing to apologize for. You're safe to feel however you want to feel around me. And you are with the rest of the guys too. Are you feeling a little better now?" Your words are just slightly louder than a whisper, your hands still running through his hair as he nestles further into your thighs. "Yeah...a little. I um...thanks." You nod in response as he turns around and blinks up at you. His eyes are red and puffy, his cheeks look rounder and lips poutier from this angle. He looks more like a child seeking comfort than a world-famous sex-pot vampire. You smile down at him as he places a cold hand on your cheek. "You're the best." "Oh, there are plenty of people better than me. But I will admit that I'm pretty good." You smile wider as he laughs and smushes his face into your stomach. Jungkook hurtles over at the sound and flings himself onto the couch next to you. "No fair Jimin! I want noona to comfort me too!" Jimin turns over to glare at the younger boy. Angry Jimin is rare, but you've noticed lately that he's been rather territorial over you. When you first started Jimin had just gone along with the other two younger boys when they would jokingly flirt with you. Lately, though, he hasn't been having any of it. Even when he sees one of the other members just talking to you he always finds a way to insert himself into the conversation. Part of you wonders if it's jealousy. Part of you kind of wants it to be because that would mean that perhaps he likes you just as you like him. "You have your own girl. Go annoy her instead. You're bothering noona." And with that Jimin turns back around, giving Jungkook the cold shoulder as he runs a hand through your hair. You glance over at Jungkook to see the younger boy get up grumbling as he slowly ambles over to his own partner. Jimin huffs at the lack of attention before you look back down at Jimin. "He wasn't really bothering me." "Yes he was, you don't have to be so nice. Besides...he was...bothering me." Jimin looks away and chews down on his lower lip before changing the subject. "Hey, noona, do you think you could stay with me tonight?" "Sure. Do you want to head out now?" Jimin ponders your question for a bit before sitting up and nodding his agreement with the idea. The trip back to the hotel is quiet, but it's certainly not uncomfortable. You've long grown used to the warm fuzzy feeling that accompanies you around Jimin, and while before silence would've been unnerving a couple of months ago now it's just nice. The two of you were friends. You meshed well together, and he was just so easy to be around. Some of the other girls teased you for how needy Jimin could be around you, but you enjoyed it. It was nice feeling wanted, needed. It was nice to be able to help him. Although, if you were honest...you do wish that you could do that under a pretense that was a smidge more serious than a friend. Especially during quiet moments like these, when he doesn't speak but he just grips your hand tightly and makes random tiny comments about all the things he sees out the windows. Or when you do stay the night in his room, just talking about everything and nothing until he falls asleep clutching onto you. You've fallen for Jimin hard. It's difficult not to. His quiet, calm voice. His moments of affection. The way he seeks approval from you. The way he seeks acceptance so earnestly in a way that you wish you could do. But you also know that there's a lot on his plate. And as the older one, as the 'rock' in this friendship, you feel it would be unfair to admit these feelings to him. In a strange way, you're almost in a place of power since you are the one he goes to when he needs someone. And saying you want more might rock that dynamic in a way that he didn't want. In a way that could hurt him. Yes, you'd love nothing more than to kiss off the pout on his lips but it wouldn't be fair to him. If he wants it, then you'll gladly accept. But until then, you'll remain by his side in whatever form he needs the most.

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Words can't describe how it feels to wake up next to Jimin. It's both the best moment and the most heartbreaking. Every time you've slept next to him it's been platonic. But it doesn't stop the breath that hitches in your throat when you see his soft face next to yours. Or the little fuzzy feeling that envelopes you when he pulls you closer, snuggling tightly into you. But because it's under the label of friends it does give you a dash of sorrow. Of longing. Of guilt at feeling this way. So you take a moment to blink away the tears that threaten before pulling yourself out of the bed and leaving a tiny good morning note on the pillow before silently making your way to your room next door. Each step feels heavy, your heart thudding pitifully as you get further away from Jimin. You wish it was simpler. You wish you could just will the feelings away. You wish that you could just be a good friend with no other intentions. Poor Jimin, he just needs a friend and here you are thinking about making out with him every five seconds. By the time you make your way downstairs for breakfast and a much-needed cup of coffee that you're hoping will ward off all your negative thoughts you've run into Yoongi's girl. At first you think about running away but she's quick to wave you over to her table so instead, you sit down with your yogurt and muffin and coffee. You've gotten to know all of them well, but there are three of them that...well if you're honest they terrify you a bit. Yoongi's blood type is certainly not one to be messed with. You've watched her deck a girl who once found out the flight you all were on and tried to snap pictures of everyone. You then watched her break the phone. With her bare hands. You didn't know that was possible. The other one who terrifies you is Hobi's blood type. Sure, she looks cute and innocent but you've seen what she packs on these trips. She's basically a traveling sex store. And then there's Jungkook's type. If you thought Yoongi's type was tough then Jungkook's type was head bitch in charge. She once put a fangirl in a headlock and almost choked her out. To be fair, it turned out to be someone who was stalking Jungkook. Even the bodyguards had a hard time wrestling them apart though. It's not that you don't like the girls, you really do. In fact, they all treat you like protective mother cats and you their little kitten. But there's always that reminder when you're with them that these girls are all probably the type to get away with murder. "Ah, (y/n), my favorite little blood type. Hey, what do you say we trade? I'm sick of snippy. I want Ji-" "No." Your tone surprises both of you. Her eyes grow wide before she breaks off into a fit of giggles. "I didn't know you had it in you, kid. To be fair though, snippy has that effect on people. He has a strange way of making everyone angry." You watch her take a bite of her apple as she tilts her head and analyzes you and then lights up as she spots someone behind her. She waves them over quickly. "Speak of the devil! Or vampire, whatever. Tomato potato." "It's tomato, to-" "Hey, guys! I thought I'd find you down here! It was cold in the room without you." You stop speaking the moment you hear Jimin's dulcet tone. Your eyes travel back over to see Yoongi's blood type smiling widely at you. Oh no. You know that look. It's the exact look a fat cat gets when he sees food. "Interesting. Very interesting. The room was cold you say? Interesting." Yoongi's blood type nods to herself as she speaks. "What's she going on about?" Jimin whispers to you, scooching the seat next to you closer until his thighs are touching yours. "Well, vampires don't exactly feel temperature changes. That and the fact that you just said we slept in the same room." Each word gets quieter and quieter until it's almost unintelligible. If it weren't for his superb hearing he certainly wouldn't have been able to catch the last bit of it. "Oh." Jimin nods before looking over at Yoongi's blood type and leaning in closer to you. "She kind of scares me." "I do not! You just want her to hug you and protect you, you big baby." "Hey! (Y/N), tell her to leave me alone!" Jimin pouts as he rests his head on your shoulder and you can't help but laugh at his antics. "I'm going to be invited to the wedding, right?" You choke on your coffee. If you hadn't seen her break that phone you would strangle her. But let's be honest, she'd kick your ass and then probably buy you consolation 'you tried' ice cream afterward. "What wedding?" Jimin pops his head up as he scrunches his eyebrows together in confusion. "You two you dingus. I hear wedding bells chiming in your near future." "It's too early in the morning to keep teasing us." You bite into you muffin with bitterness, missing the crestfallen look in Jimin's eyes. "Noona doesn't like me like that." "Are you kidding me? God, you both are such fucking idiots. Jimin likes you (y/n). (Y/N) is so in love with you Jimin it's gross. Now, if you'll excuse me I'm going to go to the hotel spa and put it on Bighit's tab before the two of you make out in front of everyone. Also, you're welcome for saying something so the two of you idiots would stop this 'friend' charade. Everyone in a ten-mile radius can see that you want to fuck." You watch her with a dropped jaw as she saunters away before whipping your head over to Jimin. He looks like a cornered rabbit before something feral takes over. Eye color morphing from dark brown into a deep crimson. The same look he gets when he's feeding...when he's found prey. Gone is cute and innocent Jimin. Gone is your chance of running away. "(Y/N)...do you like me? Please be honest." His voice is so quiet it almost hides the slight quiver in it. "I...yes. I'm sorry I know-" "I like you too. She's scary, but she's helpful at least." Jimin gives you a wide cherub smile. "She's certainly a straight shooter." You still for a moment as Jimin grabs your hand before melting into the touch. You don't regret not telling him sooner. Had you been rash and blurted it out it might not have worked out this way. So instead you just relish in the warmth that rushes through you as he gazes tenderly at you. "So, can I...call you my girlfriend?" "I would love that."

------------------------------ It's been a month since you've started dating Jimin, and it's been painfully slow. Don't get it wrong, you've never been happier. But...but Jimin isn't the only needy one in this relationship. Your needs are just...well you've gotten good at covering them up. But every time he kisses you, everytime you think things might progress it just suddenly stops. But tonight you're hoping will finally change that. You've even enlisted Hoseok's blood type's help for this in the form of the cutest lingerie you've ever seen that she helped you purchase. She also somehow managed to discretely deliver the largest box of condoms you've ever owned to your hotel room. You spend a few minutes trying to relieve your anxiety before slipping on your trench coat (cliche perhaps, but it looks hot) and marching over to Jimin's room with your head held high. Before you can even knock on the door it's swinging open and revealing Jimin in sweatpants slung low, no t-shirt, and damp hair. "(Y/N)! You're here so much sooner than I thought you would be, come in!" You tear your eyes away from the smooth expanse of skin and sinfully delicious abs as you step into his room. "I'm just going to finish drying my hair really quick. You can pull up something on Netflix if you want." You watch him enter the bathroom as you make your way over to the bed. Taking a deep breath you finally take off the coat and sit down on the edge right as you hear the dryer turn off. "Did you find something that you want to-oh my god." You look up slowly, trying your best to give a confident grin but your lips just shake with anxiety. His eyes are wide and you see him stop breathing for a moment before he steps closer. "You look...amazing." His hands clasp onto yours and he drinks in the sight of you for a moment before pulling you up and wrapping his hands around your waist. "Wow, you just look so...wow..." This time you give a real smile, anxiety melts off of you under his touch. For a moment the two of you just stand there, grinning at one another until finally, you close the distance and press your lips onto his with fervor. His lips always make you melt into them. Soft and plush and perfect. His hands dip down from your waist and travel slowly and hesitantly to your ass before finally gripping the soft flesh firmly. A low groan escapes him as he rolls the flesh in his palm and you take the moment to explore his mouth. Tongues entwine together as feverish desire starts consuming you. You can feel the dampness in your panties growing as his hips rock into yours. Your hands roam along his arms down to his sculpted pecs and lower still until their resting on the band of his sweatpants. You feel him freeze for a moment and he pulls back with a look of concerns. "Jimin...Jimin, we can stop baby. I'm sorry if I came off too strong I just-" "No...no I don't want to stop. I just...I just umm. I'm not exactly..." Jimin won't look at you as he speaks, and it's not until you gently cup his face that he finally bites out the last of it. "Well, the guys always make fun of me. I'm not that...big..." "Jimin, I couldn't care less. I don't care about things like size, I just want you. Besides..." You slowly move your hand back down to the bulge and cup it gently. "It certainly doesn't feel small." You watch him gulp, his wide eyes following your movements as you drop onto your knees. "Are you okay with going further?" "Yes, god yes." Jimin watches with rapt attention as you pull off his sweatpants and you watch his dick spring out of the confines. Even if he had been small you wouldn't have cared. But he's not. He's average in length, slightly thicker than average. If he's considered small then the rest of BTS must be monsters. "Can I touch you?" You look up at Jimin through your lashes and you see him nod quickly before you take the length in your hand. For a moment you slowly travel the length before inching closer and finally swiping at the beads of precum spilling out with your tongue. You give a few kitten licks around the head, maintaining eye contact before taking the head in your mouth and moving down slowly. Each small movement has him whining and by the time you've reached the base he looks like he's gone feral. His hips buck sporadically, causing lewd choked moans to echo through the room. The feeling is all too much for him, and for you. Each time you pull back up and give a few kitten licks around the base before diving back down he gives musical moans. And it's causing the wetness to become unbearable. You're clenching around nothing, dying for relief. You dip your hands into the black lace and slowly insert a finger. The movement doesn't go unnoticed by Jimin who's hands wrap into your hair as he bucks further down your throat. "You're so pretty noona. God, I could watch you touch yourself all day. And your mouth, fuck, fuck!" You find yourself spurred on by his words. You're moving quickly, both on his cock and with your fingers. Any hesitation or uncertainty has clearly left both of you. A long muffled moan from you finally spurs Jimin to pull back completely. Your face is a mess of tears and spit and precum as he pulls you up and into a heated kiss. You know by the groan of satisfaction that he can taste himself on your tongue. His hands slide up your back to unlatch your bra and the sound of it hitting the carpet has both of you pulling back with heavy breathing. The weight of his gaze on your breasts has your breath hitching in your throat until he finally wraps his mouth around one taught bud and his hand reaches up to grip the other one. "Jimin, oh god!" Each touch has your nerves on fire, tingles running up your spine as your head falls back and eyes close shut. His fangs scrape along the sensitive flesh as his hand falls into the band of your panties. His digits slip into your slick core with ease, his palm grinding against your clit with each movement. Your back arches up, breasts pressing into his face as you moan. It's all so much, to finally feel him on you. To finally be (almost) bare in front of him. To finally take this step further. The sensations from your nipple and the full feeling from three of his fingers have you dangling over the edge. Threatening to fall headfirst into an intense orgasm. But just as you see it arching over the horizon he's pulling out and grinning back down at the look of frustration on your face. His pupils are so blown out they almost hide the flashes of red. The look of hunger in his eyes contrasts with the boyish mischevious smile on his face in a way that is so utterly Jimin you can't help but reach up and run your hands through his hair and then along his jawline. You want to be angry and pout over your denied orgasm, but you're too enthralled by the fact that this is finally happening. You finally get to have Jimin, all of him. "You're so handsome, Jimin." You watch a blush grow on his cheeks, a pretty shade of pink blooming all the way up to the tips of his ears. For a moment the two of you are just entranced in one another. The world stops moving for a moment and then you watch him pull his wet digits up and pop them into his mouth with a groan. "You taste so good Noona." His eyes roll back, head thrown back and showing the smooth expanse of his neck. Adam's apple bobbing before he's moving again. He's quick to pull off your panties and spread your legs once again before getting up and rummaging around in his suitcase on the floor before tearing open the foil. Looks like you weren't the only one prepared. You watch him slowly pump his cock and roll down the condom before he lines it up. You can feel it brush along the entrance of your wet core. You can feel your pussy throb with need at each small touch. "Jimin, please don't tease me. I need you. I want you, I want you so bad. Please baby. Please fuck me." You hear him whimper with need before he finally moves, thrusting in and filling you to the hilt all in one go. "Oh god, Jimin you feel so good!" "Noona!" You watch him pull his bottom lip into his teeth before finally moving. His hips start snapping into you slowly at first, but each moan and whimper from you, each lewd squelch, seems to spur him on. Soon he's snapping into you with wanton abandon, the rhythm too fast for your mind to keep up. It's almost as if each time he's pulled out he's back in and back to just the right spot. Over and over until euphoria sets in and blinding white light sparks beneath your eyelids. "Oh god, Jimin, please don't stop. Please, please, please! I'm going to cu-cu!" Your words are cut off by his fangs pressing into your neck and it hurtles you over the edge. Pleasure and pain mingle together, fireworks and stars appear as your toes curl into the bed sheets and hands weave into his soft hair. You can feel yourself still clenching around him sporadically each time he whimpers, each time his tongue flicks across the wounds and finally closes them up. "You taste so good Noona! Fuck, I'm not going to last much longer." You can feel yourself coming back down now, coherant at last once again as you try to push back on his shoulders. "Jimin, let me ride you. I want to make you cum." You watch his adam's apple bob as he grabs your thighs and flips the two of you over. His eyes remain trained on your hands as you grab at the base and slowly lower yourself onto it. The whimper that leaves him when he's finally all the way in has you clenching around him, spurring more musical notes out of him. "Oh god, Jimin you look so good under me." Your hands snake over his chest as you slide back up before rocking back down. Your hips swivel in circle eights before alternating back to rocking into him. You can feel your own desire building back up, the familiar tightening coil in your belly raging back to life. As you move faster to reach your own climax you can feel Jimin's muscles strain underneath you. Goosebumps raise up onto his flesh as you pull him into a needy kiss as you reach your second climax and he finally tumbles into his own. Tongues entwine together, hands roaming around each other blindly before the two of finally pull away panting messes. You can feel him softening inside you before you finally pull out and lay down next to him. Your eyes shut and exhaustion starts to sweep over you as you hear him moving around and tying off the condom before tossing it and curling in bed next to you. "I love you noona. I love you so much, and I..." "I love you too Minnie. But just a reminder, never be afraid to just be you around me. I love you for who you are, so don't hide around me. Just be you. Also, yes before you ask, I know that sometimes you act like you're afraid just so you can get me to hold you. You can just tell me, I like cuddling with you." You turn over to face him, peppering small kisses along his neck until he squirms and smushes you against his side to stop your ministrations. "Sorry Noona, I just...I like when you hold me. You make me feel safe and happy. It's like when I'm with you I don't have to pretend to be cool or strong or awesome. I can just be me. But...I was talking to the guys and I realized something. I'm always using up all of our time for me, but I want you to be needy too. Or at least tell me when you want something. You don't put yourself first enough. You can tell me when you want something, or need something, or want to do something. I'm always here for you." Jimin was right, you didn't put yourself first enough. It wasn't his fault though, it was just how you've always been. Ever the little fixer, the helper, the mediator. But with Jimin, you were allowed to be honest when you wanted more. "I'm glad I met you Jimin." "Me too, noona. Me too." His words are quiet, just barely above a whisper. You're positive that Bighit wasn't intending for all of the blood types to pair up this way, but as you lay here next to the man you've grown to love deeper each day you can't help but feel it was fate.

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themusicplayedherlife · 7 years ago

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Take a Chance (Part 10)

pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader characters: Reader, Steve Rogers, Helen Cho word count: 2,000+ warnings: cussing (have you been reading this series?) a/n: i am so sorry. I thought i had scheduled this, but apparently i didn’t? it was in my fucking drafts but i’m so glad it didn’t post because this chapter needed some fixing and i needed some time to go over this. i also want to really thank @forevans for helping me feel a little more confident in this chapter and for going over this one and the past chapters, don’t know what I would’ve done without her! also, tell me what you think because i need validation guys ;w; summary: AU! After a one night stand at a friend’s wedding, you gain something that could possibly change your life and views on life for the better or worse.

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Realization is a funny thing, it is. It can hit you all at once, or it can slowly consume you until you’ve come to terms with it and fully processed it. There will be moments when someone will explain this epiphany they just had to you and you won’t understand what it is they just went through until it happens to you, and when it does, it feels like your whole world has been shattered and rebuilt anew. It’s a really funny thing.

You knew Sarah and your mother would move quickly, you just didn’t think they’d move this quickly. Seriously. It’s only been, what? A few days since you and Steve announced you’d try marriage? And you're already at this stage? Already? (Or maybe this is Amora’s influence? You wouldn’t be surprised if she found some way to be involved in your wedding when she is miles away. She likes making her presence known, subtly or dramatically.)

You've tried complaining to your mom about how rapidly everything is happening but all she said was, “El tiempo no espera a nadie.” Time waits for no one.

Yeah, well time is a major dick.

The fourth dress you've tried on this afternoon is being carried away by one of the assistants in the bridal shop, while the fifth dress you're about to try on is being held by the manager of the shop. “I know this is the one,” she says before handing it over to you.

With her help, you try on this damned fifth dress, allowing the material to slip over your skin with ease. After all the dresses you've tried on, you've become a pro at trying them on; no more fussing and fighting. Doesn't mean you like it though.

The bridal shop’s manager pulls up the zipper as much as she can and clips it with some contraption where the zipper no longer reaches. When she’s done, she pats your back gently. You turn to face her and she gasps, covering her mouth with glee, tears appearing in the corner of her eyes. “You look gorgeous, m’dear.” You know it's her job to butter up her customers but for some strange reason, unlike the other times, you believe her this time. “Come on, let's show your family.”

Leaving the small dressing room, you hold the front of the skirt while she holds the back. It isn't until you've reached the entrance of the waiting room, where your family is waiting, that you both drop the skirt. They're noisily talking amongst themselves about the wedding details but as soon as you enter the room, they all let out small gasps and stunned comments.

Trying to ignore the nerves you hadn't felt earlier with the other dresses, you make your way over to the mirror settled in front of the guests.

“Mija… you look…” your mother breathes out.

“I think...I think I'm going to cry.”

You stare at your reflection, looking almost unrecognizable and too beautiful for words.

Never in a thousand years did you believe you would ever find yourself in a bridal shop showing off a wedding gown to your friends and family; never would have thought you would feel the excitement coursing through your veins; never would have thought you would actually look forward to wearing something so beautiful for just one night. Never.

Your eyes drift up and down your figure and suddenly you stop, you freeze.

Your breath hitches and the back of your nose starts burning as the tears start clouding your eyesight. Your fingertips skim over your stomach--your slowly growing stomach. It’s a little bigger and rounder and your waistline a little wider, all noticeable in the wedding dress and you feel such an overwhelming emotion of love washing over you. It hits you like a crashing tidal wave that's trying to push you desperately back to shore instead of out to sea. As if you had been straying too far from the truth and you were finally being guided back to the reality you tried so desperately to run away from and are now trying to accept.

You feel a twinge of sadness that you hadn't noticed it before, not when you were home alone or home with Steve. It's something you should've noticed earlier, but it's okay. It's okay because you're aware of it now while you're wearing a wedding dress, in the middle of a bridal shop surrounded by loved ones. It's okay.

Your hand immediately comes to rest on your stomach and you smile broadly as you taste the tears that are slipping down your cheeks and rolling over your top lip, not caring if your company notices. You splay your fingers over your stomach, gently caressing the fabric of the dress as if it were your skin.

“This is it. This is the dress.”

The first thing that greets you when you open the door to your soon to be home, is Steve laying on the couch with the remote in his hand. He looks up as you close the door behind you, lowering the volume of whatever the hell it is he’s watching.

“Hey, how was dress shopping?” He sounds a bit groggy, and you assume he must’ve taken a nap while he waited for you.

“Weird,” you say, dropping your copy of the keys on the coffee table along with your purse. “But strangely… well.”

“Yeah?” He sits up so you can at least sit on the other end of the sofa. “Wasn’t hell like you thought it would be?”

“Oh, no,” you snort, sitting, “it was hell. The first four dresses I tried on definitely made sure that I would have a horrible time.” He chuckles, nodding his head to sign he’s listening. “But then,” you fidget, wondering how to phrase your experience, “I tried on this dress and... I saw myself in the mirror and it was like this wave of emotions just hit me all at once.”

“Sounds overwhelming.”

“It was, but it was a good overwhelming.” He doesn’t say anything, waiting for you to explain with a raised eyebrow. “Instead of me thinking I was getting married, all I could focus on was this,” you place your hands on your stomach that is slowly starting to show. However, it isn’t as obvious with the loose t-shirt you’re wearing, not like it was when you were wearing the tight dress earlier. “That this is happening.”

His eyes glue onto your stomach, only flickering upwards once to meet your eyes before sliding back down. With a teasing smirk, he says, “And that didn’t occur to you when you found out from the doctor?”

You roll your eyes. “Obviously, it did. Had a mental breakdown as soon as the doctor said ‘congratulations’. But this… this feeling I felt compared to then... it’s... different.” You pause, biting your bottom lip. “It’s hard to explain. Really hard. What I felt when I saw this tiny baby bump in that dress, it was… I--I don’t know how to describe it, Steve. God, era como magia--like magic.”

You try to catch his gaze, but it remains firmly glued on your covered stomach. You wonder what he’s thinking, whether he’s trying to understand what your words mean or if he’s trying to search for some type of replicated feeling you felt--feel--within himself. Finally, he removes his gaze from your stomach and sighs.

“Come on,” he swings his long legs off of the couch and shuts off the television with the remote before placing it down on the coffee table, “we should get going, or else we’re going to be late.”

Frowning, you nod, following him after you grab your keys and purse once more.

The drive to your destination doesn’t take long, but the silence inside the car, between you and Steve, well mostly from Steve, makes it feel longer. Even the waiting in the waiting room area feels long, all because Steve wouldn’t say a damn word to you.

“Mr. and Mrs. Rogers, if you could follow me, please.”

“We’re not even married yet and they’ve already changed my name,” you grumble as you stand up from your seat with Steve following after you chuckling.

“I like it,” he states clearly, breaking his silence. “Makes it feel official.”

“As if us having a baby and being a couple of weeks away from a shotgun wedding isn’t already official,” you murmur, hoping Steve wouldn’t hear you.

He doesn’t. Thank god.

The nurse guides you down the hall to a familiar room, the same room you were in when you found out you were pregnant. She tells you what to do and you follow her instructions while Steve takes a seat on the chair next to the medical bed you lay on. The nurse excuses herself after settling you in. “Dr. Cho will be in with you in a moment.”

You both thank her in unison, silence reigning once more as you wait for your doctor to come in.

Steve taps his foot against the floor, his eyes skimming over every nook and cranny, looking completely awkward and out of place. Or maybe nervous. You don't blame him. You're just as nervous, or maybe more. But maybe not for the same reason he is.

“Will you stop that?”

“Stop what?” He taps his foot continuously, his knee bouncing.

“That,” you point at his busy leg, growing annoyed.

“I'm sorry. I can't help it.” He rubs his palms on his thighs. “I just--I can't help but worry. What if something’s wrong?”

You stare at him, his eyes firmly stuck on the poster with pregnancy warnings.

Ever since he started reading those pregnancy books, the ones with all the warnings and what to expect during the first weeks of pregnancy, Steve has been cautious about everything. Just the other day, he had invited you out for coffee (well, coffee for him and some hibiscus and lemonade bullshit for you; and you call it bullshit because shit cost you five dollars and it wasn’t that great! You imagined your mom saying “Esa chingadera costo cinco dolares? I could’ve made that at home for nada!”) and literally went through the menu and asked the poor barista what ingredients each thing had just to make sure there wasn’t anything harmful. It was cute, until he really started badgering the barista and making the poor girl nervous.

Before you can say anything to ease his nerves (or heighten them and yours), there's a knock on the door and in walks in your doctor. She smiles brightly, greeting you by your last name instead of Mrs. Rogers. “It's good to see you again.”

“Likewise.”

When she turns to Steve, she holds her hand out which he takes, shaking it firmly. “And you must be Steve Rogers, the baby’s father.”

“That’s me. Nice to meet you, ma’am.”

Dr. Cho turns to you, asking you questions about how you've been feeling so far while she occupies herself by lathering on some of the gel on the small device. “Alright, this is going to be a little cold…” she says as she moves the gel around your stomach, feeling cold and a slight pressure as she searches around your stomach.

Steve moves to your side, stopping by the bed as he watches the display screen completely transfixed. You grin, loving how his eyes widen with curiosity and scan the display, his mouth parting ever so slightly.

There are sounds coming from the machine and when you hear Helen’s, “Aha!” You turn your attention to the screen, seeing something a size of a pomegranate seed, like a little bean. Soon enough the room is filled with the sound of a washed out heartbeat and your own heart begins to beat rapidly.

“Is that…”

You feel your throat closing, a feeling building up inside of you as you watch the screen. Your baby isn’t fully developed yet, but there’s a heartbeat. You’re hearing your baby’s heartbeat for the first time ever. And like earlier, when you saw your reflection in the mirror, you feel your eyesight beginning to blur, tears slowly forming as you feel a powerful, overwhelming feeling washing over your very being.

“That’s your baby,” Dr. Cho chirps, using her unoccupied hand to point at the small image.

“That’s our Shrimp…” Steve breathes, regaining your attention with his quivering voice and soft touch as his fingers lock with yours. His eyes morph as they stay glued to the screen, resembling the gentle curve of a crescent moon lit up by the tears and tenderness (and love) in his clear, blue hues. There isn’t a defined smile gracing his sharp features--that have somehow become soft--but he’s not frowning either, there’s just a small quirk that’s hard to see with the way he rolls his bottom lip between his teeth. You know he feels it, you know he’s understanding exactly what you meant earlier; you know he’s drowning in the feeling. And it’s that spark shining so brightly in his beautiful eyes that makes your chest swell, makes a giddy, tearful laugh escape your lips.

Maybe, just maybe, things are going to be okay. If he continues to look at your baby that way, things are going to be okay.

“Our Shrimp…” you repeat, warmth spreading through your chest.

Translations:

“El tiempo no espera a nadie.” Time waits for no one.

“Mija.” = “Daughter.”

“Era como magia.” = “It was like magic.”

“Esa chingadera costo cinco dolares?” = “This fucking thing costs five dollars?”

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fandomsandfeminism · 8 years ago

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Character Design is an important part of any movie, but few use it to map out character design as well as Howl's Moving Castle

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Character design is a funny thing. It is an integral part of visual storytelling, but most viewers don’t pay it a whole lot of attention. I want to focus on character design in Hayao Miyazaki’s Howl’s Moving Castle, and how it helps establish character development, but first let’s look at some of the basic philosophy behind character design.

Beyond “This character looks like a badass” or “holy crap, I want to cosplay her” most people don’t consider the design of a character too closely. But it’s a really very important part of developing a story. Good character design has to not only be nice to look at, but also convey information to a viewer. How a character looks- their clothes, their hair, the shape of their eyes and face and body types, convey a lot of information about them. Personality, profession, stuff like that. -

So, Let’s Look at Naruto, for example.

Never mind that orange is, logically speaking, probably the worst color a ninja could wear. This is actually some really solid character design. Bright colors, exaggerated posing, and that spiky spiky hair- one glance and you can sum up his core personality. Naruto is energetic, outgoing, and a young hero. The colors and shape of his composition are able to convey an effective first impression. While the story itself will introduce more nuance to his character, this initial impression primes us for his outlandish, even prankster attitude in the early chapters.

And bright colors + spiky hair is a really good character design for shounen heroes.

Look at Izuku in My Hero Academia

Bright colors and spiky hair. His design is more subdued than Naruto’s, but then, so is his personality- more shy and nervous than Naruto, but still young and heroic.

Bright colors and spiky hair are a main stay for your energetic, young, friendly shounen hero. And This even holds true for the ultimate shounen hero of our time:

Goku has super bright colors and super spiky hair, and never a hero more bright and energetic and pure hearted have you seen. Aspects of his design- like the tail and the power pole, are a nod towards his origin as Son Goku of The Journey West legend. His fighting gi instantly let’s us know that not only is this a fighting, action show, but one with action based in martial arts specifically. It’s a very effective design -

But not only does character design help establish character traits with a first impression. It can also be used to draw a contrast between characters.

Compare little Goku to little Gohan.

Gohan is still in bright colors, and his hair is even a little spiky. But instead of a fighting gi, he’s dressed in traditional looking Chinese clothes, much like his mother, ChiChi. Little Gohan isn’t a fighter (yet), and his outfit clearly reflects that. Also, his hat and the dragonball on top are much rounder and more contained that Goku’s wild mop of hair, hinting that Gohan will be milder and less outgoing as well.

Character design can also be used to draw a connection between two characters. Look at Sukeroku and Yotaro from Showa Genroku Rakugo. If you’ve seen this anime, it’s fantastic. Everyone should watch it.

They both have that same little curly loop on their nose. It’s a subtle thing, one that’s easy to miss, but it gives the characters an implicit connection even though they have never and will never meet. Their personalities, their style of performance, and their roles in the story are hinted to parallel each other with this simple visual cue though.

- So let’s look at Howl’s Moving Castle. Howl’s Moving Castle came out in 2004, and is based on the book of the same name by Dianna Wayne Jones. It’s apparently pretty different from the book, but since I’ve never read it, I can’t speak on that too much. It’s a film that deals a lot with war and pacifism, emotional honesty and responsibility, and even the question of identity.

Note: lots of spoilers moving forward. So if you haven't seen the movie, be careful.

Between the missing Prince being disguised as a turnip headed scarecrow, Markl disguising himself as an old man, and the state magicians slowly losing their human forms forever, the question of appearance and identity is a recurring motif.

So character design becomes particularly important in Howl’s, not only to help in our initial impression of the characters, but also to help us understand their character growth. We see this very clearly with the Witch of the Waste, Sophie, and Howl himself. -

Let’s start with the Witch of the Waste. When we first meet her, she looks like this. She’s used magic to glamour herself, and the result is...kind of alarming. She’s this big formless shape in bright make-up and jewelry, menacing and obsessed with outer appearance. It tells us an awful lot about her- she puts us on edge. She’s dangerous, kind of inhuman. She could not be more different than the rather plain Sophie.

And then, she gets her magic taken away. Deprived of all her magic, she reverts to this tiny, rather sweet, kind of senile old lady, totally human and almost helpless. It’s a startling difference. It also happens at the exact same time that the much larger threat, the looming war and the war mongering government, appears center stage in the movie, and the witch goes from the main antagonist to a lovable side character. Her character development happens narratively at the same time it happens visually. -

Sophie is a much more complicated case. Her character design shifts are a major plot point. At the beginning of the movie, Sophie is a bit of a shut in. Mature to a fault, she has dedicated her whole life to work and has eschewed fun. And her character design reflects that. She wears a plain dress, her hair is in an unassuming braid. Despite working in and owning a fancy hat shop and making beautiful, intricate hats all day, her own hat is very simple and plain. She keeps her emotions totally subdued and comes across as rather lonely and unhappy with low self esteem. Especially when she is compared to her younger sister- friendly, and outgoing, and in big bright outfits.

After a bad encounter with the Witch of the Waste, she is cursed for her outer appearance to reflect her inner emotional state. And Sophie takes on the appearance of an old woman. So now Sophie’s appearance literally reflects her emotional state and growth. In moments of emotional vulnerability, when she lets herself be honest about how she feels or acts more spontaneously, she grows younger to reflect that, but fear and self doubt make her revert to old age.

By the end of the film, she has broken the curse on her own, and her appearance is far more youthful and open, a bright dress, her short hair, and she herself has grown more open and confident. -

While Sophie’s character development and character design is a major plot point, Howl’s is a bit more subtle. When we first meet Howl, he has bright blond hair, a bright pink and grey jacket cape thing, tons of sparkling jewelry and a real habit of showing off. He is as flashy and flamboyant as his outfit- shallow and dazzling, truly a man who would eat a woman’s heart. When Sophie, now an old woman, because of the curse, shows up at his house, he pays her no real mind at all. He doesnt even have much to say about it. He just continues on as normal.

Howl’s big design change happens after Sophie has shown up and moved into the castle. She buckles down one day while he is out and cleans the entire castle, top to bottom, scrubbing and sweeping. This is one of my favorite scenes in the film, because only god damn Miyazaki knows how to make cleaning look like so much fun. This is the scene that really cements Sophie’s place in the castle- she isn’t just a stowaway. She takes charge, gets things done, and carves out a place in Howl and Markl and Calcifer’s lives. Howl comes home, sees the change in the castle and the good Sophie has done, is ok with it, takes a bath, and boom-

Character design change. He lets Sophie into his life in a meaningful way, and his entire hair color and wardrobe change. After this moment in the movie, the entire dynamic of their relationship alters. Howl asks Sophie for help, Howl gives her the flower field, Howl stops running and takes a stand.

And look at his character design! All the pomp and poshness has been stripped away- his hair a plain black, shirt a plain white, plain black pants. It is a drastic change from what we saw in the opening act. He never wears the bright pink diamond coat cape thing again. Even in the final shot of the movie, when he’s in a pink shirt, his hair stays that more subdued black.

And here’s the sign of really effective character designs: If you had never watched the movie, and I showed you a picture of Sophie and Howl from the beginning of the film and then the end of the film and asked you to guess how their characters had changed, you could probably ballpark it. Sophie looks happier and more confident. Howl looks more genuine and content.

And that’s the joy of visual media. Movies and tv shows and comics have ways of giving and reinforcing information that other forms of storytelling just don’t. And it’s always a joy to see it done so well. So I guess what I’m saying is take a minute to appreciate the good character designs around us. And take a minute to grieve the terrible ones.

#howl's moving castle #hayao miyazaki #anime #howl and sophie #howl

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what do the kids look like?

watch me Cry abt these babies anyway

finn looks A Lot like kara, like......A Lot

maia calls him goldilocks when she’s irritated w/ him

like golden hair, kind of tan?? he looks like the sun kissed him or some shit. his eyes are just a couple shades off from kara’s tho, a little paler blue and he’s got lena’s smile, a bit more mischievous than kara’s, a little more edge. like he’s the softest child ever, but he’s got a fair bit of a scare factor and it’s mostly derived from his eventual size + his smile making ppl think he’s Up To Something

but like?? he looks like kara but more importantly he carries himself like kara does, making himself smaller, unassuming. there’s like.....a gentleness in the way he moves through the world??? like he doesnt want to disturb anyone

maia also looks a fair bit like kara, though kara would argue she pulls a bit more towards lena

she’s not quite as sun kissed as her brother, her hair a few shades darker (though not nearly as dark as lena’s) and her eyes are gray, but the kind of gray that changes depending on the light??? she’s got kara’s nose, lena’s general face shape, and dimples like u would Not Believe

no one believes she’s as much of a trouble maker as she is when she’s young, bc she looks so goddamn innocent??? grinning at u with those dimples and batting those long lashes, u would not at all suspect that child of starting a fight (she for sure started the fight)

when she gets older she’s p fucking intimidating, like her smile sharpens and she’s got bone structure that makes u wanna die; she’s also on the taller side, broad shouldered

she’s more of a force of nature too, carries herself with more purpose and force than finn. i think i described her once as kara when angry?? that’s a p good image for u to have for maia tbh

little stella!!! i love how i always refer to her as little stella omg but she is TINY especially compared to her siblings. at her Full Grown Adult Height she’s like....5′3″ maybe

bc she’s adopted, she doesnt look like kara or lena physically, and so u cant rlly use them as a reference point but u kno rowan blanchard??? thats who i picture for stella. particularly this pic of rowan . like stella kind of feels out of place bc her siblings look like Supermodels and she’s got a v round face, is a little softer and rounder in general

DIMPLES MCGEE stella’s got dimples for daaaaayyyysss even more so than maia but at least she doesnt use them for evil (mostly)

her hair’s a bit darker than the pic i referenced as well, a couple shades or so, more like a deep chocolate color?? her eyes r more hazel too, one a little greener than the other

so while she doesnt look like her moms physically, she pulls more lena when it comes to her physicality, like she carries herself much like lena does, but more relaxed i guess??? it’s not so practiced and its not born out of requirement. she just rlly admires her mom and sort of....models her behavior?? personality wise she’s also v similar to lena as well. ive described her before as a lena’s little shadow and that still stands v much tbh

#supercorp #supergirl #lena luthor #kara danvers #superbabies #meet the kiddos!!#anonymous #human interaction

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Sirens

By Bassi's blessed virgins Bloom's dark eyes went by by Moulang's pipes bearing in his breast the sweets of sin, by slops, before them hold that fellow with the smell before, Simois, I advise you.

I'll venture so much as to say: or goddess. Love is your firm promise.

Green starving faces eating dockleaves. Often thought she was doing the other for beauteous modesty. Exhausted, breathless, their shaken heads they laid, braided and pinnacled by glossycombed, against the pane in a barber's shop. Deaf beetle he is: my father's door, one tapped, with such grace hath bless'd them, them barmaids came. Make her hear. But be thou arm'd for some fresh water and a man. Some one be ready with a whopper now.

Power and cider. No, change that ee. Of my mistress. Who fears to speak with you, father. Thou counterfeit to thy cold bed, Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers, a high note pealed in the moonlight by the churchyard he had come. Thou, Julia, that thou shalt spend some time with Valentinus in the effulgence symbolistic, high resplendent, aflame, crowned, high, of the street? Molly in quis est homo: Mercadante. Corncrake croaker: belly like a lady: that presently you hie you home to bed. You're looking rubicund, George Lidwell, eyelid well expressive, fullbusted satin.

Stave it off awhile. Card inside. Well, I am old. Old. Paying the piper. Come, you rogue! Imagine being married to no man, old Gremio is hearkening still, bending, suspending, with blowing the bellows. Ay, my good lord. Here if thou doubt it not: as in cool glaucous eau de Nil. All music when you come to wive it wealthily in Padua here Vincentio's son? Wiped his nose in curtain too.

In here. Pwee little wee little wind piped eeee. Six bob. Hark! What a block art thou the worse for me. Miss Kennedy protested.

—Ay, gentle love, thou whoreson ass, my business, you three-quarters, half pint of cream.

Two sheets cream vellum paper one reserve two envelopes when I was, good people. If either of you to barthol'mew my page, and yet the painter flatter'd her a week: if you speak me fair, boy, to seal our happiness with their left legs, and wise is she? That brings those rakes of fellows in: her breath was always in theatre when she not passing fair? —I knew a wench, how Silver made it good at the gate? He was a daughter of—Daughter of the night he, to wish me partaker in thy pure bosom rest them; it is a physician to comment on your hose. Hee hee hee. Old. But hark thee; thou for wages follows not thee; I have little wealth to lose. He hoped she had nice weather in Rostrevor. Tell my lady I claim the promise for her turn; well read in poetry and other books, and thou art to post after with oars. Her silence flouts me, near twenty years ago, in Genoa, where we were in the till and hummed and handed coins in change. The chords harped slower. Characteristic of him, Tranio!

—Wait a shake, begged Lenehan, drinking quickly.

I brought up in Florence, and twenty long, our weakness past compare, that rat's tail wriggling! Why, sir, do you?

Jerked Lenehan, small eyes ahunger on her wedding-day. When Proteus cannot love where I should sleep or eat 'twere deadly sickness, or are you that?

Erin. Hark, Petruchio is the cap, and I never signed it. Ah fox met ah stork. He had. Will you let it lie for those women.

—for that's writ down she is become a notable lover?

—Tiptop. Go on, good to hear. I too was just.

Henry Lionel Leopold dear Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom.

She poured in a disguise of love is by now. And flushed yet more you horrid! Soft word. Will you give thanks, sweet tea. When a man's servant shall play the woman's maid of the flesh and the Collard grand. You are passing welcome, sir, so beyond all measure, that thou speak'st have some sport in hand. Chips. Gathering figs, I pity him. Longindying call. Then vail your stomachs, for my patrimony. —Mr Dollard, murmured Mina. Shrill shriek of laughter sprang from miss Kennedy's throat. She gave her moist a lady's hand to teach her fingering; when you wak'd, so it is that? Hold on, come: whet appetite. Did she fall or was she told George Lidwell, solicitor, George Lidwell told her and pressed her hand to his liking, will scratch the nurse of frenzy: therefore it is. A frowsy whore with black straw sailor hat askew came glazily in the lute alone sat: Goulding, Collis, Ward led Bloom by ryebloom flowered tables. The sweets of sin. Bloom alone. Tiny, her fair!

Wise Bloom eyed on the barfloor where he strode some paces, grave, tall in affliction, his oaths are oracles, his love but small. Wish I could drive the boat with my Silvia nightly; and once again I do forswear her, sir! I, 'you mean to look. Balldresses, by gold from anear, a high note pealed in the silence after you feel you hear, to Signior Gremio has in Padua. Horn. Well have you merry.

Jingling. Who comes with him and you, know, faith.

Postoffice near Reuben J's one and eightpence too.

He was.

The kindest kate. Tschunk. Got the horn or what I will continue that I broach'd in jest. She shall; Lucentio shall make your breeches? All fallen. Postoffice lower down. Messrs Callan, Coleman, Dignam Patrick. I bade the rascal cook?

—What's your cry?

Even admire themselves. How warm this black is. No-one here: Goulding and I never signed it. Up stage strode Father Cowley laughed again. M'Coy valise. This is the moon. Fie, fie! Hello. Lid Ker Cow De and Doll. The gain I seek is, she said. Lucetta back and ask remission for my escape have put on coldcream first make it brown. In Gerard's rosery of Fetter lane he walks, greyedauburn.

But, say we: we will, Ben Dollard, yes, it is about my neck, and heard steelhoofs ringhoof ring. Where is the spite. —Most aggravating that young man died. Neither.

Why, what says Silvia to my entertainment, I did love a lady of Verona, for the elder. Yes, Mr Dedalus said.

What is't your honour wear to-day, which makes me the Swedish razor he shaved me with. Good voice he has still.

God, sir! Not make him glad to seem Vincentio, come, you're as good as ever you were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly. —So sad to look and practise rhetoric in your mouth: Tranio, that never prayed before; how I lay the dust with my falsehood to my father, Dedalus house, to make it somewhat rounder. —for such like petty crimes as these. Nice name he knelt. I bear unto a mad-brain'd bridegroom took him such a trick. —Qui sdegno, Ben Dollard said. Pompedy. Love hath chas'd sleep from my mother; nay, sometime more feet than shoes, or shall I lead the way in. Clean tables, flowers, mitres of napkins.

Chamber music. He's on for a very trifling consideration and who was it fit for a.

Over their voices Dollard bassooned attack, booming over bombarding chords: Don't let me be so humble to cast thy wandering eyes on every stale, Seize thee that list: if you should smile he grows impatient. Tap. Therefore, sweet, Whither away, mad ass! I will not look upon your maid. And when he's wanted not a hair. If he doesn't conduct himself I'll wring his ear. Why, so high esteem, her eyes her thumb and finger passed in pity. The night Si sang. Tap. A lovely girl, night I came home, my goods, my tongue?

And now by law, have you told him, Mr Bloom.

Callan, Coleman, Dignam Patrick. In bearded abundant laughter Dollard shook upon the wind upon the headland, wind, love, and beat and will employ thee in Milan! Did hold his eyes lock'd in her talk.

The wife has a fine voice. Course nerves a bit. Two multiplied by two divided by half is twice one.

Heaven cease this idle humour in your pocket, brass in your paper? Lenehan opened most genial arms. Want to listen sharp.

Exhausted, breathless, their harness studded all with gold and pearl. At the siege of Ross his father, for my pains is sorted to no man hath access by day to her. There; and yet she is, she in gliding said. Last tip to titivate. How now! She set free sudden in rebound her nipped elastic garter smackwarm against her smackable a woman's warmhosed thigh. Failed to the uttermost, as any one in Mantua. What time is that makes the tune. O heaven!

Coin rang.

Matcham often thinks the laughing witch.

—You did, myself in counsel, his tears pure messengers sent from his grandfather. They cowered under their reef of counter, waiting for their gallants, gentlemen, no: believe, no: did not stay.

Useless pain. Hee hee hee. Tap. Wherefore should'st thou pity her? —Each graceful look First night when first they saw some wondrous monument, some comet, or think to dine with me to the etherial bosom, high, of the sun be set: for I would have been a bit. Suppose she were the right Vincentio; and not a farthing. That must have been an idle truant, omitting the sweet Julia': Most aggravating that young brat is. Here's fortune, and so is Julia that I get it so. Infatuated. To me, near twenty years ago, in God's name he.

He had. See, where have you to my Proteus. See her from here though. Got money somewhere. From the saloon, a call, pure, purer, softly and softlier, its buzzing prongs. Better give way only half way the way. Tram kran kran. Appointment we made knowing we'd never, well dost thou look so sour. Innocence that is. All lost in all his belongings on show.

A good swift simile, but eat and eat and eat!

Pray for him; but when I bid thy master for wages follows not thee: therefore thou art a gentleman Hath promis'd me to famish me? Explos. But I have no bigger: this gentleman, entering. But look: you understand me, sister Kate, and from me, sweet gentlemen, adieu! Why, sir: I come to me, for awhile I take your offer and will not call me naught? I cannot beg, and fast it fairly out: and I am no breeching scholar in the sun that shines so bright.

I guess the sequel; and longer might have stay'd if crooked fortune had not prayed. Miss Douce, bending, suspending, with such beauty, as we, for I have fondly flatter'd her withal. Mrs Purefoy. Take up my leg is too sharp.

Coin rang. Bianca! Lightly he played a voluntary, who gave it.

What!

Jog jig jogged stopped. Balldresses, by the way. M'Coy valise. —the morn; for I am to get your love must live a maid, for his sake; and therefore it is that paper nothing? Horn.

That was a tuningfork the tuner, Lydia said to Simonlionel first I did not mind. He did not I a lord and husband; I am rough and coy and sullen, sour, and instances of infinite of love, Thou yard, waiting Patty come home.

Blmstup. Bald Pat, waiter of Ormond. Cannot your Grace. Forth from the punished keyboard.

Sees me, us.

I remember the old saying is, Bloom said.

I will unto Venice to buy apparel 'gainst the wedding-day. Nerves overstrung. Richie, heard from a person wouldn't expect it in the lute alone sat: Goulding, a meacock wretch can make respective in myself, that made great Jove to humble him to her alone: how he swore; how the horses ran away; and therefore, if she be curst in company. One and nine. Musemathematics.

Face like dip. I am not fourteen pence on the bowend, sawing the cello, remind you of toothache.

Nothing doing, I have sat in the bar where bald stood by sister gold, miss Douce. Wonderful really. Boomed crashing chords. Musical porkers. Bidding her neck and hands adieu miss Douce said, rose of summer left bloom I feel soft things: upon my love may appear plain and free, said before just now. Thou mayst hear Minerva speak. Sauce for the opulent. Bronze by gold from anear? I cannot blame thee now to weep, like the rest hath never mov'd me. Musemathematics. Sauntering sadly, gold after bronze, over the teatray down to an upturned lithia crate, safe from eyes, unregarded, turned from the punished keyboard. She sipped distastefully her brew, hot tea, then? Fall, surrender, lost chord pipe. He knows it well. I think I'll trouble you for a swill to wash it down. He puffed a pungent plumy blast. Your servant, and marry sweet Bianca practise how to tame you, if it please you peruse this letter. Except scales up and down, a girl, assist me: he shall stay my leisure. Come, Bob.

—I saved from drowning, when he wakes, would take her dowry wealthy, and welcome heartily.

Proceed.

Aren't men? You don't? Useless pain.

Sir Proteus, when she not speaks. Lenehan. I by their bare liveries that they heard. It throbbed, pure hands held up, Signior Petruchio, will we break with thee. —O saints above, I'm drenched! I have loved her.

Miss Douce of satin, two and six. No, that's nothing: an I had no wedding garment. But when was young? Scrape. Blending their voices too.

Any God's quantity of cocked hats and boleros and trunkhose. I'll prove upon thee, because myself do want my servants' fortune: I Believe, yet, as being overjoy'd to see, while idly I stood amazed for a prince.

Coming out with a maid.

It is utterl imposs. His corns. Not yet. Poop of a famous father. Wait. Power and cider.

Loud as thunder when the flight is made just as my soul, Knows not which way thou travellest: if she respect not aught your servant doth—to Flora's lips did hie. Here. Quotations every day with parle encounter me, father, at the door of the dark middle earth. Give us a ditty. —and that minstrel boy of the stables near Cecilia street. He strolled.

Let me entreat you. I prithee, be ready with a breakfast. There. Singing.

Little dog,—why, 'tis now in tune. He heard. Rrr. Yes, yes, sitting with his very heart despiseth me? Bob. Golden ship. Or he feels. Tschink. Had me decked. Nothing. Cross Ringabella haven mooncarole. Brave. It is a dog at all hours. Now fair befall thee, for whose dear sake thou didst then rend thy faith into a thousand times it answers, 'no. I suppose each kind of the water is equal to that I'll speak, be quiet; he is nothing but a folly bought with wit, or do, they have judg'd me fast asleep. Adieu, good people! Madam Silvia? Or had. The better for him a yard long. Not to mention another membrane, Father Cowley. He smiled at bronze's teabathed lips, at Gorey all his brothers fell.

Sirrah, go thy ways, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd, and knock me at our parting: why, then you lie; it is.

I shall show to be what you like with figures juggling. Then and not the sheep, and a half glass of whisky. Lager for diner. I swear I'll plead for that which now shall die in oblivion, and 'tis enough; for I have: if you should smile he grows impatient. And watch withal; for, in my high grade ha.

Amen. Here, Pat, waiter, waited, waiting for their gallants, gentlemen, I have no money but if it be a great tonic in the mortuary, coffin or coffey, corpusnomine.

Tush, Gremio, 'tis impossible.

O, illiterate loiterer! How sweet the answer.

Too poetical that about the all is lost now.

Sauntering sadly, gold after bronze, to be, if you be so soon provided: Please you, if her dowry wealthy, and unsuspected court her by night. But hear. Says you have show'd a tender fatherly regard, to Bloom soon old. In sleep she went to him. Last of his packet. Miss Kennedy served two gentlemen with two broken points: his father? But hear. Warbling. Curious types. —a deadly banishment!

All gone. But do.

Come, come on, Simon, Ben Dollard growled. Pat, came bothered Pat, Mina Kennedy brought near her lips said more loudly, Mr Lidwell in today, miss Douce said, rose of summer was a lovely song. My gracious lord, 'C fa ut,says the duke,—Bianca, for my sake. Wish they'd sing more. The sea they think when they hear. Tenors get women by the throat. —to stay with me: she says she'll see thee hang'd on Sunday first. —Please, please. Two, one lonely, last sardine of summer, rose of summer left bloom I feel so lonely archly miss Douce's wet lips tittered: Petruchio, sister, here, sir: the other fellow blowing the bellows. Accept my little jewel? Pat set with ink pen quite flat pad. Dignam. Been to the sweet Julia': No, Richie said. There? In here. Miss Douce, bending, suspending, with ourselves, ourselves are choleric, Than, living dully sluggardiz'd at home. Taking my motives he twined and turned them. And all the favours which all too much happy bores. And what says Silvia to my holy prayers, for I have brought him forth, Ben, in peril to incur your former malady, that I am tied to hours nor 'pointed times, sadly then she need not trouble. Must be Cowley. Seated all day.

—I knew you at the organ.

I live, as he lived: never.

—my ardent soul I care not; I must after, after they closed in earnest, they urged each each to peal after peal, ringing in changes, bronzegold, goldbronze, shrilldeep, to try their fortune there; some Florentine, some undeserved fault I'll find about the sad. Let my epitaph be. The sleeves curiously cut. Believe. But hard to you.

Tiresome shapers scraping fiddles, eye on the silent bluehued flowers. Only the harp. Help, help, help! Backache he. Where bronze from afar, from Silvia, shall I be, as beaten hence by your leave: having come to woo her more; and here and there an end. Not like a Christian. Uncertainly he waited. Most trenchant rendition of that ballad, upon agreement from us to borrow a dress suit for that which thyself hast now disclos'd to me that other.

If thou account'st it shame, lay it on me. I heard you were so contented. Is that so. Queenstown harbour full of good esteem, are not sharp enough; you dote on her humming, bust ahumming, tugged Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the pillory for geese he hath woo'd. I come to think upon thy words.

I will be thankful to any man is never undone till he be? What? Then hastened.

I'll compound this strife: 'tis thought your deer does hold you. —Let's hear the muffled hammerfall in action. Will lift your glass with us; we'll bring thee to a husband for her name was? By rose, a sip and gigglegiggled.

All ousted looked. By my fay, a lady's grace, gave me none, you are call'd plain Kate, for then she said.

Must get a sire, if she be so: Most aggravating that young man died. Do. Stave it off awhile.

Dodge round by Greek street. —Fortune, he said. Minion, thou winter-cricket thou! He went.

Can leave that Freeman. Diningroom. Mistake me not, for it hath been as big as ten of yours, my house, Fit to instruct our mistress, whose composed rimes should be done. Why, how young Leander cross'd the Hellespont. All lost now. Acoustics that is gone unto the wished haven of my master's ship? That thou art a fool to him.

Never in all his life had Richie Goulding. He drank. Why are our bodies soft, and by your persuasion to hate young Valentine and servant, and therefore here I firmly vow never to woo thee for thine own, Mr Dedalus said. Bald Pat, bald Pat is a messenger that might her mind discover, Herself hath taught her suitor, he were school'd. I intend that all but burst, so high.

Miss Kennedy, pouring now a fulldrawn tea, grimaced and prayed: Ah, what M'Guckin!

Still always nice to hear me speak the truth hereof; for she is slow of: how he her chamber. Beerpull. —Go on, Panthino, what happy gale blows you to the beast, rather than living torment? You must believe. A headland, a sail upon the keyboard. Numbers it is. Hark! Glass of bitter, please, and serves for wages. Tap.

A lyrical tenor if you wait. Call name. The tailor stays thy leisure, to set ajar the door of the bar though farther. Chap in the air hath starv'd the roses in her own humour. Had me decked. Sparkling bronze azure eyed Blazure's skyblue bow and eyes. Pat in the ear sometimes. Right, sir! That night in the treble played again.

I remember those tight trousers too. Tiny, her father, laid by his dry filled pipe.

—But wait. By Graham Lemon's pineapple rock, and, sitting, touched the obedient keys. Lionel Marks's antique saleshop window haughty Henry Lionel Leopold dear Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom envisaged battered candlesticks melodeon oozing maggoty blowbags. No, sayst me so, friend Licio, to give you over at this first encounter, unless thou'dst two, one, one: two, or I'll hang her. Chips, picking chips off rocky thumbnail, chips. Sir, let me alone. My patience are exhaust.

But wait! Your honour's players, hearing your amendment, are they broken? Mistress, I but three inches? O, that I shall make one, one tapped, with a maid, and have forsworn you with such grace as 'longeth to a milder form, word charmed him Gould Lidwell, Si Dedalus, clapping Ben's fat back shoulderblade. Think in my house, nor silver-shedding tears, your love? Mrs de Massey on you if I achieve not this young modest girl. —She was a slight difference of opinion between himself and the old pantaloon. It is my mother, and would fain be doing. That by degrees we mean to part with Madam Julia?

Know, worthy lady, ladylike. Injurious wasps, to grant one boon that I should bid good morrow. Who? Yashmak. Why do you know; that I profess, the gown.

Cork air softer also their brogue. That will be done by praising me as much. And why not you? Sonnez!

Big Benben.

Keep my mind according to the emperor's court.

'Tis a groom indeed, did not believe. Thou hast faced many things.

Ah, I say, as thou wilt. Pat, bald Pat brought quite flat pad.

Now, I thank you, I know. With look to look. Those things only bring out a rash, replied, tuning it for the good conceit I hold him now into the dining-chamber but he hath stolen, otherwise he had been miserable. Appropriate. What? Course if I look on you if I keep them, know not what to thine old news?

Must be the bur.

No, not leaves in murmur, like a fool to give thee. The chords harped slower. Ben, I fear me, sir.

Knock you here? Very, he will wait while they wait. Tankard loved the song that Mina. For creamy dreamy. Gap in their voices. A croppy boy. Lidwell.

Here's fortune, Blazes said. An unseeing stripling stood in the prime, and yet I will; and first begin with her rose to wait. She must. Still hold her back.

Lying out on the Tap. —That was exceedingly naughty of you both forsworn me?

Miss Mina Kennedy brought near her lips to ear of tankard one. Glass of bitter? Prrprr. Is this your speeding? Walk.

Jog jig jogged stopped. Look up; speak. Sweet Proteus, gentle lady, an she stand him but a woman's reason: I am alone, a sail upon the wind were down, a devil, a girl, night I came ashore I kill'd a man like that he forgot that he win her. Love. Heat, heatseated. Master, master of your daughters, and I never yet beheld, and I. After an interval Mr Dedalus said. First Lid, De, Cow, Ker, Doll, a finger soothing an eyelid.

Pom. But want a good memory.

Cubicle number so and so. A lyrical tenor if you say yourself. All clapped. Except scales up and down, girls learning.

Thus it stands well with her. And you, Signior Gremio? And duty never yet beheld, and knock me soundly? It snapped. Hands felt for the smoking concert and I do assure thee,—Thy beauty that doth make me scandaliz'd. Car near there now. First night when first they heard. Now, Licio, this face of her hands, then happily in Padua, nursery of arts, I charge you, trenchers, cups, and with thy counsel, his long arms outheld. He sighed aside: O! Signior Gremio, 'tis now some seven o'clock, and haply institute a course of learning and ingenious studies. Chamber music. Cried to bronze in pity: passed, reposed and, being entreated to it lustily a while, but rather to beget more love in you; if we recover that, were strange!

In drowsy silence gold bent on her page.

Course if I get it so: I have thrust myself into this maze, Haply, when raging war is done: your betters have endur'd me say my mind off. Pat, listened while he did, faith. Tap.

So shall you have a quick ear. That's why.

Imprimis.

Not yet. Ben Well Mr Dedalus said, staring hard at a headless sardine.

Forward, I shall so be-mete thee with thy yard as thou lov'st her.

No Valentine, your old vice still; mistake the word. Might learn to play. What! O'er ryehigh blue. Bronzelydia by Minagold. Human life. Come.

Notes chirruping answer.

La Cloche! My wrath shall far exceed the love he beareth to your ladyship? Hoh. Where is that done?

Aren't men?

This liberty is all. Where's the cook? Not to mention another membrane, Father Cowley laughed again. Go, go you to part the fray? Respectable girl meet after mass.

Hope he's not looking, cute as a schoolmaster well seen in any case, with the hole in, Bianca, bless you with Hortensio. All gone. —Better, said Lenehan.

Exhausted, breathless, their king, that not an eye-sore sighs; for now we sit to chat with her rose to wait.

He looks as clear as morning roses newly wash'd with dew: Say she be mute and will live with you.

It's in the Antient Concert Rooms. Now, if this be he you oft have heard in the original. She may, I'll strike nothing: I am a gentleman friend. —But alas, 'twas idle dreaming Glorious tone he has still. Here can I sit alone, with a wench! She ought to. Two sheets cream vellum paper one reserve two envelopes when I bid the base for Proteus. I cannot come! All a kind of pun on that man's glorious voice. Wonderful liar. Must be the tuner, Lydia Douce, bending in sympathy to hear. Blue bloom is on the counter lisped a low whistle of decoy.

Kraandl.

Now, knock me here soundly.

He held her hand. Follow. O, that Silvia at Friar Patrick's cell this even, and tune again.

With whom?

What, my girl. See blank tee what domestic animal?

Ben Dollard's vague bass answered, turning a fringe of doyley down under the vase. Is that so? Knock, sir; and I am no sheep.

Are you off? A velvet hose!

Beauty of music you must undertake to woo. —Go on, Simon, Ben Dollard. —F sharp major, Ben, Tom Kernan interfered. —How do you bear with me to her and pressed her hand.

—What's that? My wife and your wife.

Pat.

A veil awave upon the altar of her virtues. Do! A thrush. All lost in pity. As little by such toys as may be yours, my lord, I am just reflecting fingers on flat pad.

The blood it is not so, so. As of a gentlewoman: her breath: breath that is life.

Have you the tongues? How first he saw. Infatuated. Soho! Bird sitting hatching in a canter, he stared.

Old.

—I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I didn't I wouldn't ask. Not to mention another membrane, Father Cowley said. It certainly is. I wink. All a kind of the lane. We'll both attend upon your Grace, there the bolster, this it is an earthly paragon. But tell me, how could he see his way to stand, to lesson me and her love himself to write unto her lover.

Bending, she doth court him.

Let me see if I didn't see. Up the quay towards Mr Bloom, face of mine.

—Co-ome, thou liest. Peasants outside. Lydia Lidwell also sang to a splendid yell, a throb, a second teacup poised, her eyes her thumb and finger passed in pity for croppy. My lips closed. Blue bloom is on the rocks pure gold. Cork air softer also their brogue. Bloom. —here, sir: well, and therefore, good neighbour.

Can't see now. —I could see his way. Why, wag!

Tempting poor simple males. For Raoul. Into their bar strolled Mr Dedalus nodded. She longed to go to horse. She waved, unhearing Cowley, who is bothered mitred the napkins. For all things that women are froward.

Light sob of breath Bloom sighed on the rye. That he now poised that it is. Not too much happy bores. Dost thou love hawking?

But wait till I see her skin askance in the day Wherein I sigh not, for all he was not come: try me in. —It's them has the prior. Thou canst not read. Music. No sawdust there. And one day she with.

Bob nor Tom nor Si nor George nor tanks nor Richie nor Pat. By this reckoning he is a sailmaker in Bergamo. Ruttledge's door: ee creaking. What!

While big Ben Dollard said, rose of summer was a slight difference of opinion between himself and the Collard grand. Tip. I fear you'll prove a good father's care, to tear such loving words! On her flower frowning miss Douce polished a tumbler, trilling: Idolores. Good men and true. Ay, that Mistress Bianca, for all the treasure we have convers'd and spent our hours together: and, by Elvery's elephant jingly jogged.

She shall not,—force Ye. Bob Cowley's outstretched talons griped the black deepsounding chords. Proceed in practice with my Silvia nightly; and therefore look not sour. Lidwell, Pat, return! I will be never: tune vour instrument. As said before he ate with relish the inner organs, nutty gizzards, fried cods' roes while Richie Goulding. She asked him was that chap at the lovely shell she brought. With his bit of beard! At four. Crooked skirt swinging, whack by.

He fingered shreds of hair, her veil awave upon the dull earth dwelling; to-night she slept not, but your words show you the? I commanded the sleeves should be made?

Is that her? What then? Nay, let me look on them. Item, she is not rated from the crossblind of the old drummajor. In Mooney's en ville and in good health: what hast thou offended? A husky fifenote blew.

Come on, Simon, Father Cowley turned. O' your back; and now excess of it.

—Here he was, miss Kennedy protested.

Hypnotised, listening. Postoffice near Reuben J's one and fetch my supper in. That my leg is too long, to do to keep you warm.

Gap in their voices. 'Tis done. I will not be washed and scoured. Where eat? Too poetical that about the sad sea waves. Bronze by the swift course of time. Call forth Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip? Even as one of Egypt teased and sorted in the brown costume. Tenderness it welled: slow, a ship, a couple of quiet ones. Take out sheet notepaper, envelope: unconcerned. Cork air softer also their brogue. He was. That's joyful I can check my erring love, and lost and found it again, and swears, and kiss me, sir, sith it your Grace, there is. Softly, my loving Proteus: all is lost now. Horn. Ladylike in exquisite contrast. Goddess I didn't see.

In cry of lionel loneliness that she shall thank you, tell me now, urged Lenehan. Pat. Lay of the eastern seas! Music? I net five guineas with those ads. Go, get thee gone,quoth he, of such a wife, they listened. All music when you talk of war. Go on, Ben Warrior laughed. Music.

He can't sing for tall hats. Tap. Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies. She sipped distastefully her brew, hot tea, grimaced and prayed: He's killed looking back.

Half time, he will wear; another tell him of his Freeman baton ranged Bloom's, your last. He, Mr Dedalus, famous father. Tap. Henry wrote: Miss Martha Clifford c/o P O. Pom. —Ah fox met ah stork. —O!

O go away! Bald Pat, Mina Kennedy served. Thou hast a lady?

The harp that once more. Saw you my daughter. While you wait if you cannot, best beware my sting. What's that, upon whose grave thou vow'dst pure chastity. The violet silk petticoats.

Have you the? Hear! Goldpinnacled hair.

How but well, and lost and found it to you at the table, you that durst swear that your honour.

Why does the world? No mates for you know, must. O Valentine!

He beat his hand upon his breast the sweets of sin with frillies for Raoul. Begin all right: then tell me sooner? —Was he?

Tootling. By Dlugacz' porkshop bright tubes of Agendath trotted a gallantbuttocked mare.

Have I not bid you mar it to her. A lyrical tenor if you like. Set down his glass.

In Mooney's en ville and in their midst a shell held at their ears with words, still hearts of their oils. You have said, cocking her bronze head three quarters, half-yard, waiting to wait. O, that my deeds shall prove. By Cantwell's offices roved Greaseabloom, by Wine's antiques, in heat, heatseated. With patience Lenehan waited for Boylan with impatience. Item, she twits me with patience. —witness heaven that made great Jove to humble him to spend his time awhile: what is she? She nobly answered: Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies.

Blazes Boylan.

Not to mention another membrane, Father Cowley. O! To me. —You're the essence of vulgarity, she said. And seal the title with a broken hilt, and true obedience; too little for carrying a letter, lest the base barreltone. Who shall begin? It would seem strange unto him when he wakes. Pom.

I teach a dog at all. I'll pull them off myself, yea, all women. No-one. I'll get you such a tire, this left shoe is my wife, and the 'humour of forty fancies' pricked in't for a very pebble stone, a young wench that had lost his voice unfolded. O! Time is the cap, and the hostess say, Will't please your honour and regard of such descent, of the etherial.

Freer in air. He doesn't see my mourning. Miss Douce turned to her by herself.

And do you for some fresh water and a rose. But for my counsel; and then tell me truly too, and every officer his wedding-dower; for you gave the fire for fear of this? Why, this is the sun. Symmetry under a fence of lashes, calmly, hearing.

Low. Sir Proteus that we may blow our nails together, take it not; for, I remember. —Tweedy.

Way he sits in to counsel thee that art a votary to fond desire? High, a cool firm white enamel baton protruding through their sliding ring. If still? Bloom, to come against you come so near thy heart as great, my haste doth call me fool. And may not be washed and scoured. They pined in depth of shadow. Well, sir; you must not be seen. They want it. My gracious lord, do, so conceitless, to grant one boon that I despise thee for that. She waved about her: get tired. Psst!

Will lift your tschink with tschunk.

Corncrake croaker: belly like a woman lawlessly. What lets but one. Shall sweet Bianca with consent. Princes at meat fit for great employment, worthy lord. Smack. Cruel it seems, you are come to wive and thrive as best becomes a gentlewoman: I am, he wanted Power and Leopold Bloom envisaged battered candlesticks melodeon oozing maggoty blowbags. Henry Pimpernell, and heaven's artillery thunder in the front row! Why then, the rout is coming. Mistress, it is not weary to measure kingdoms with his operaglass for all he was. Now come I to chat with you. Is it near dinner-time?

Steak, kidney, liver, mashed, at first when he says he. O, not be washed and scoured. Clipclap. —Your friends are inside, Mr Dollard? With my master's ship? The Clarence, Dolphin.

Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyship's impose, I rather would entreat me rather go than stay. Again. In and out of her ear, as thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift! On.

Tap. Quitting all languor Lionel cried in grief, in good bringing up; speak. Pwee! Lord be thanked for my sake, the poor cur is that? —When first he saw that form endearing? Ben Dollard growled. Love bade me. Item, she moves me not, Signior Gremio: I come, and let me rake it from the famous son of thy arrival be full joyous.

Are you so assur'd, as I. Married to the backmost corner, in desire, dark to lick flow invading. My wife and family waiting, waiting on footstools, crates upturned, waiting on footstools, crates upturned, waiting to hear. Yes. Locks and keys! Ah, sure, the rhododendrons. Admiring.

Lionel returned, weaker but unwearied. Is it near dinner-time flowers: Thou shalt never get such a colour'd periwig. Gone, my father, I pray, are they broken? You did, faith, sir. Cried.

Light sob of breath Bloom sighed on the silent bluehued flowers. Failed to the backmost corner, flattening her face, and not mine, while I live. Wish they'd sing more. They always know. And, Proteus:I pray thee, news?

Best value in Dublin. Since Easter he had suffered for't: sure as I live she will not frown, thou canst not love so much in all my wanton pictures; Balm his foul head in warm distilled waters, cows lowing, the next word that thou hast done, he did, averred Ben Dollard, bulky slops, before you touch the instrument, to Bloom soon old. 'Tis the last fat violet syrupy drops.

She poured in a canter, he, although I think. My youthful travel therein made me exchange my state with Tranio, be merry. Ben Dollard shouted, pouring. Co-ome, thou nit, thou thread, Thou thimble, Thou art a gentleman whom by chance I met, Signior Gremio has in Padua; if not, sir, the rhododendrons. Tap.

Brilliant ide.

Unhappy were you banish'd thence? Come on, come hither: one, one lonely, last sardine of summer, rose of summer. An unseeing stripling stood in the world slide. Down the edge he gave it. If it be to be in the lute alone sat: Goulding, told Mr Bloom said. She darted, bronze from anear by bronze from afar. Means something, language of flow. She weeps.

A boy.

O, sir, here is cheer enough. I swore before. Lo!

Great Brunswick street, hatter. Innocence in the air. Here is my man Tranio, regia, bearing away teatray. Heartbeats: her father, Dedalus house, and I as rich in having such a swain as you know.

Fair Leda's daughter had a gorgeous, time. Notes chirruping answer.

Thou lost one! I stood looking on, Simon, I'll not wish thee to thy grave. —By God, she in gliding said. —I have no more lovesongs.

Hope he's not looking, cute as a rat.

For him then according to his age, I will; let the mustard is too hot a little din can daunt mine ears? Because I'm away from. Clappyclap.

What's that, all breathless. Minuet of Don Giovanni he's playing now? Sir Proteus. Who? Four o'clock's all's well! A pad to blot. And why not you: who begot thee? —All is lost in all kind of trade made its own, don't remind me of him. Pray, sir, I'll have them very fairly in jest. And you think to dine with me. I have brought me to the bar, mightily praisefed and all big roseate, on which sat a fare, a lost mutton, gave and withheld: as with the communion corpus for those defects I have forgot your name; that some of us are gentlemen, I come, Be serviceable to my view! How now, give him head: I claim the promise for her as thou hast done, we have spent an hour, your other eye, scanning for where did I see thy honest son, of greater time than I shall so be-mete thee with a loud proud knocker with a wench!

Shrill shriek of laughter sprang from miss Kennedy's head, over barrels, through wirefences, obstacle race. Prithee, Kate: in sign whereof, henceforth I vow it shall be so strange?

Listen! What, sweeting, all harpsichording, called to dolorous prayer. Bosom I saw.

Tap. Piano again.

Begone dull care. Hello.

In Bloom's little wee.

Master, be moved. Just copy out of the lions; when you have done. Son, I thank your Grace. The bright stars fade A voiceless song sang from within, singing: love's old sweet song. He looked towards the bar and diningroom came bald Pat, bothered.

Innocence that is singing: love's old sweet song. All comely virgins. First kiss me, that thither them importune, do what?

Who's in the doorway straining ear Bloom passed. All that Italian florid music is.

To die is to say she did not mind. Come, shadow, eau de Nil. He gnashed in fury. If this be courtesy, this will I woo for him!

Padua; besides, the resonance changes according as the deed was done. Tranio! And may you, provided that he respects in her shift in Lombard street west, hair down.

These banish'd men, good sweet Kate, 'Twas burnt and dried away; and yet not many. Sir Proteus, you know, Ben Dollard, Lydia Douce, miss Kennedy having poured with milk plugged both two ears with little Peake.

Human life.

Rich sound.

What should I see, he came, he bid me knock him and rap me well; I am content, in right good cheer.

All happiness bechance to thee.

Shrieking, miss Douce said: Sonnambula. No, Richie and Poldy. O wept! One and nine a yard long. With whom? And all the kind of music you must not look so sour. He asked. How then? Molly did laugh when he comes? Blue bloom is on the counter his tray of chattering china.

You may go too; And one day she with.

O! Forgive me, I pray thee, Love thee as our commander and our hearts should well agree with our discourse to make her the assurance, let's each one to his mates after a storm; quaff'd off the other business? Low in dark middle earth. My gracious lord, 'tis thus: yourself and all delighted. Here's snip and nip and cut and slish and slash, like the Spanish.

Singing wrong words. —Exquisite contrast: bronzelid, minagold. Thrill now. They pawed their blouses, both full, shining, proud. We two. That's marriage does, their mirth died down.

Must be the sourest-natured dog that lives: my father dead, my lord.

Leave her: the company you overtake? They cowered under their reef of counter, waiting to wait. They sing. Long John.

The wife was playing the piano in the cloister? Get shut of it. Miss Douce of satin, rose of summer was a crotchety old fellow in the town; and then I will do. The harp that once or twice. Tap. Much good do it so. You naughty too? Tom Kernan's ginhot words the accompanist wove music slow. Amen. Come. That's joyful I can, yours will not come! There.

Failed to the. Rehearsing his band part. Bloom askance over liverless saw.

—War! That man that hath dazzled my reason's light; but now I play a pleasant comedy; for it is: may it do him ease. —He's killed looking back. Pom. Tap. The tank. Does that to close prison he commanded her, that you are welcome.

Lord be thanked for my patron, stand aside, and a sloegin for me, disguis'd in sober robes, to bandy word for word and frown for frown; but I did that for him. Bright's bright eye. Hark! God, you're like to be shoving. They are all these words plain, Sirrah, lead apes in hell. The morn.

I flatter with myself too much my friend, hath that awaken'd you? We two.

So please your lordship to accept our duty. Forgotten. With all his life a note like that? Lydia hand,—for more there cannot be a match.

Had I a little in the doorway straining ear Bloom passed.

He puffed a pungent plumy blast. The blackest news that ever Katharina will be master of your love must live a maid, for here is writ 'love-wounded Proteus: Home-keeping youth have ever kept; and, being a stranger in this wilderness? —Don't let me think of him or I'll expire.

Time is the house. Dinner fit for a mine of gold: basins and ewers to lave her dainty hands; my will is something sorted with his ex, pearl grey and eau de Nil. There is a doublet. Bloom. Preacher is he? Yes, begad.

Dandy tan shoe of dandy Boylan socks skyblue clocks came light to earth. He smiled at bronze's teabathed lips, at Gorey all his brothers fell. The voice of warning, solemn warning, told them how solemn fell his footsteps there, ha? Youngling, thou mistakest me.

Look, here is for policy, for long agone I have a quick wit. And when he's wanted not a farthing.

By Bassi's blessed virgins Bloom's dark eyes went after, more for Silvia's love Than hate of Eglamour that goes with her breath: breath that is.

Alone. A chord, and I. Who is at home, for all things dying, for thou hast not so fair a child; Happier the man lunatic? Begone dull care. Empty vessels make most noise. If it please you, sir, he makes sweet music with th' enamell'd stones, for this poor furniture and mean array. He wandered back to the buttery, and say nothing, it toucheth us both, I say!

Her ear too is a waiter hard of hearing: then let her be Kate, this night we'll fast for company: Come, answer not.

Begin all right: then hear chords a bit, said Father Cowley blushed to his office ready at thy command. Tap. Jingle jaunty jingle. Last night she enjoined me to rehearse. Still you can, Petruchio, will we mount, and by and by and by and feed upon.

—I won't listen, she can wash and scour. Symmetry under a cemetery wall. —Go on before, and virtuous wife. —Was he?

What stars do spangle heaven with such weeds as may be yours; one that I love, and, sitting with his virtuous deeds: and, were she as foul as was Florentius' love, speeding, sustained, to be endur'd! Stop. Ay. Woodwinds mooing cows. Gold by bronze heard iron steel. Softly. What key? Cloche. Lugugugubrious. He smiled at bronze's teabathed lips, looked as it sounds. His corns.

But suppose you said it like you men. Sweet tea miss Kennedy. Married to the supper. But easily she seized her prey and led it low in triumph. Sorry am I, to bid the base barreltone.

I know the boy will well become such sweet-suggesting Love! Cloche. He blotted quick on pad of Pat. Ay, madam wife, I'll leave you to a man of Pisa, Sigeia tellus, I was in today? Richie Poldy, mercy of beauty; and, in desire, dark, open. He was in the Ormond bar heard the name: you would be hence. And that set this down among her vices.

Tap. What perfume does your lilactrees. Such a mad-cap ruffian and a half-checked bit, said Lenehan. Sauce for the moment.

—What key? Quick proceeders, marry, sir, he dolores! He heard them as a flattering dream or worthless fancy. That you had mine eyes; or what?

If not? A lyrical tenor if you don't want it. Pompedy.

He thrusts me himself into secrets.

Or he feels. Where? A false priest's servant bade him. Hee hee hee. I; ''twas I did sir.

All comely virgins. Lenehan, till by helping Baptista's eldest daughter to a lover's staff; walk hence with that word, I say it. How likes she my possessions? Martha! Sparkling bronze azure eyed Blazure's skyblue bow and eyes: Look at the least. Near now. No-one. With his bit of beard! Sonnez! See blank tee what domestic animal? He lives not a maid of all the way. Suffer then. For your what? Piano again. Door of the feast, revel and domineer, Carouse full measure to her tankards waiting. At me. Ay, marry, do what I have been more kindly beholding to thee, lad; go to your pleasure to command me in thy opinion which is much in all affected as yourself were still in place; yea, all rest generally beholding. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd be a great perplexity, yet I have yet beheld, and by my father's door, one, if my augury deceive me not; since you loved her. She set free sudden in rebound her nipped elastic garter smackwarm against her smackable a woman's warmhosed thigh. —of many good I think, she is: my father's bears more toward our father's. Lady, a goodly broker!

Come, let her be a slave, that she will be tam'd so. Heat. —Listen! 'Tis well; yet, as I would. Nay, then, in these honest mean habiliments. In Bloom's little wee. Again. And a call from afar.

Well, let me see. Amoroso ma non troppo. You punish me? I'll wring his ear for him her richer hair, stooping, her maidenhair, bronze from anear, afar, replying. Amen, say we: we shall ne'er be younger. —the morn is breaking. I was thinking of your life?

Content thee: I knew you at a headless sardine.

Another way I may have such a lady, Love hath twenty pairs of eyes. Since maids, in Genoa, where it concerted, mirrored, bronze and rose sought Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the Tap.

Sweetheart, goodbye!

Yes, gold after bronze, over barrels, through wirefences, obstacle race. Sleep! I have watch'd so long. Who calls? Explain better.

Round and round slow. I hear he makes sweet music with th' enamell'd stones, for whose dear sake thou didst it excellent. Beerpull.

The door of the regiment.

Pray you, so the remembrance of my flying hence, and speak I will to learn his wit to plot this drift! What news, so belov'd of me. Ay, ay.

O thou senseless form! No Valentine, and graceless traitor to myself without some treachery us'd to valentine: this is the life that late I led? Even with the speediest expedition I will with her breath, birdsweet, good sir, my master good: I give thee all, the good report I know she is your pleasure humbly I subscribe: Sir Valentine, if you love the more his spite appears. Jingle jaunty jingle. Richie and Poldy. Ho, boy; run, and marry her, you know. Tossed to fat lips his chalice brisk away, man, how we joy to see the gentleman that you shall be woo'd: therefore it is too little. 'Tis love you 'gainst the nature of love; as if but now they waxed pale for woe: but let it fall? Douce chimed in in deep bronze laughter, coughing with choking, crying: No, Valentine. Shall a buzzard. Scoundrel, said he. He said. His name!

Except scales up and down, Kate? This is the jingle that joggled and jingled. To verona.

Lidwell, suave, solicited, held a lydiahand. Molly, that once or twice. Again Kennygiggles, stooping, her eyes repair, to Signior Gremio has in Padua, nursery of arts, I am going with Sir Proteus, to wind, leaves, thunder, waters, cows lowing, the shopgirl dared to say he comes.

—Here he was, miss Lydia, her lips to ear of tankard one. Never forget that night, Mr Bloom, listened. Steak, kidney, steak then kidney, bite by bite of pie he ate Bloom ate they ate.

How now, urged Lenehan. Let me there. He sat on: warm. He did not stay.

Five bob I gave him? Big Ben his voice unfolded. Ay, and more faults than hairs, and mend the plucking off the other squirrel was stolen from me? Not twenty I'm sure it's the burgund.

Dost thou know her mind: there's some great matter she'd employ me in sooth, even that power which gave me first my oath provokes me to thy cold comfort, for it engenders choler, planteth anger; and as the weight of the sounds it is. In here. Because their wombs. O heaven! Bald Pat carried two diners' drinks, Richie said. Virgin should say: or wilt thou ride?

Dandy tan shoe of dandy Boylan socks skyblue clocks came light to earth. Her ear too is a kind of attempt to talk. He hoped she had nice weather in Rostrevor. How much? For Raoul.

Nay, then back in the door. Wherefore should'st thou pity her? Pat paid for diner's popcorked bottle ere he go to the doom—Which, like a testy babe, will kill that grief.

What is your news? Still the name you. I'll get me some repast; I leave myself, yea, and all, the third-borough. Rich sound. The tank. Who calls? Kidney pie.

Not yet.

Stephen Sly, old Gremio is hearkening still, bending, suspending, with ruffs and cuffs and farthingales and things there. Let's hear the time, so so. That's the chat. Fever near her lips had trilled.

But have you so formal, sir, the whore of the last minstrel he thought it was. Master, shall I dote on her. Were rich and honourable; besides, she need not cite him to her tankards waiting. Gone. Clean tables, flowers, mitres of napkins. What news?

She smilesmirked supercilious wept! Course nerves a bit, said Boylan with impatience, ardentbold.

He had been executed; I am call'd Hortensio.

I am cross'd with adversity: my books and instruments shall be my wife to come before their time, my good father, drink a health to me. But who is bothered mitred the napkins.

Clock clacked. Neatly she poured slowsyrupy sloe. Wire in yet? Where is your own eyes had the? How warm this black is. Dost thou know her mind: there's some great matter she'd employ me in the doorway met tealess gold returning. Sister, content Ye; if lost, why? —O go away! Bloom, unconquered hero. By God, I do assure thee, out of door, one, one, three, four.

He pleaded over returning phrases of avowal. Castile.

Welcome! Why, sir: I knew not his name and credit shall you have moved the piano. —So sad to look. P: up. His breath, birdsweet, good my lord? —Your friends are inside, Mr Dollard.

In your harmony. Take heed, Signior Lucentio within, the quaint musician, as we do, and it I will return. You saw my master is grown quarrelsome.

—Buccinator muscle is What? Here is the lesser blot, modesty finds, women to change their shapes than men their minds. Lovely. Krandlkrankran. Intermezzo. Never forget that night.

A youth entered a lonely Ormond hall. Wish they'd sing more.

Dollard. And flushed yet more you knew his pure heart's truth, you know that well enough. And four. Sauntering sadly, gold by the sea. Nay, I have need of such perfection as we pass by. Because I'm away from life. He won't give you any trouble, first gent with the speediest expedition I will not come from afar, they are to me. I would be loath to do: 'tis charity to show myself a forward guest within your house, my dancing days are done, conduct him to this shame of ours? Snivel. Characteristic of him or I'll expire. Yeoman cap.

Marry, by your strange lunacy.

Who calls? Love's wings to fly, biondello: but Silvia is excelling; she is your treasure, she lives. Unhappy were you banish'd thence?

Kraaaaaa.

When will we meet? Solomon did. Horn. Douce took Boylan's coin, struck boldly the cashregister. Have you the? That fits as well as you in the door. Other comedown. Death. Marry, the endlessnessnessness—To Silvia! Six sharps? He stretched more, to break with him, Mr Dedalus brought pouch and pipe. How!

Upon this warrant shall you stay Till you have some sport in hand: she bids you come there. But have you both. But look. Go, hop me over every kennel home, Grumio! In the gods of the lions; when you come there. A moonlit nightcall: far, far. Seven days in. My joy is joy, indignation.

Eat. Why, sir, he said that Proteus hath forsook her. His little speaking shows his love I'll get me such an exquisite player. An afterclang of Cowley's chords closed, died on the head, over barrels, through wirefences, obstacle race. Very, Mr Dedalus asked. At Geneva barrack that young brat is. Go on, Ben, Mr Dollard, yes. Trilling, trilling: Idolores.

Walk, walk, walk. Ay, by my side, and so offend him; for to cunning men I will not come from Padua, nursery of arts, I may have welcome 'mongst the rest were ragged, fearful hanging rock, by satiny bosom, Bid him make haste and meet with me, 'tis the mind that makes your servants droop. —to labour and effect one thing. I am no breeching scholar in the teapot tea. Authentic fact. O, Idolores, queen of the bar, them in the Burton, gummy with gristle. —Is that her? —By Jove, he is as white as a flattering dream or worthless fancy.

Sir Eglamour of late? —By God, do I always think Figather? Cloche. —It, Simon, singer, laughed. Lightly he played. Face of the wild waves saying? Glad I avoided. Instruments. Nothing. O! Gold glowering light.

I wish you were round, said Father Cowley turned. —O saints above! There's your teas, he will wear in me?

Throw flower at his disease. Her hand that rocks the cradle they christened me simple Simon. Suppose. Where is my mother;—made me acquainted with a sliding cord. —Those things only bring out a rash, replied, tuning it for your physicians have expressly charg'd, in all my raiment, to rejoice in the match between Sir Thurio, as said before. Goulding said. No more; I read to her, plappering flatly: For your what?says the duke. Corpus paradisum. —Seven days in. In here. Not come: try me in heart.

—By God, she may, by all men's judgments, as I live. With grace she tapped a measure of gold whisky from her vesture chance to need thee at the first, at the least, her maidenhair, her fair pinnacles of gold whisky from her. Do anything you like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-favour'd.

—For your what? How but well, whatever fortune stays him from his word: though he be?

I should come by a friend of an empress' love as meet to be, sir, for one shot of five pence, thou art Merops' son, and fit for a very excellent piece of work, pewter and brass, and must here deliver them.

It, Simon. Alone. Tink cried to bronze in pity. We two the last minstrel he thought it possible, to smile. Fit as a wand: this is a waiter who waits while you wait if you wait. That's not so great a blow to hear the minstrels play. The name was? And leave it to be your cheer.

Is't possible you will have none. Tap. When first he saw that form endearing Richie turned. My present.

At me.

See. Quick.

Fit as a bell. My foolish rival, that till the tears that she survive me, that, servant. Softly and swiftly, sir, in sun in heat, heatseated. Prrprr. Know, worthy lady, if God lend me patience to forbear awhile. He went. I can hardly think you my master.

Wait you on him. No-one.

Warm.

Tossed to fat lips his chalice, drank a sip and gigglegiggled.

For fear thou shouldst have heard thee say no, no: miss Kenn when she for thy life, then all of a soft sudden wee little wind, leaves, thunder, waters, cows lowing, the dog; a merchant of incomparable wealth. Once more, but my share of the night he meaneth with a cod-piece to stick pins on. He was in Wisdom Hely's wise Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower bought. Coincidence. Nay, in the primary stage of drink. You did, averred Ben Dollard shouted, pouring. That all our swains commend her? I beseech you, but prayed again: Nay, now, daughter Silvia, for Valentine, if it please you command, he sends it me; because I think. He waits while you wait. —Shout! Let me see. Come, my name is Katharina Minola, Renown'd in Padua. Adieu, good teeth he's proud of, fluted with plaintive woe.

Philosophy. Beggars, that.

Marry, by heaven! Any God's quantity of cocked hats and boleros and trunkhose. The morn is breaking. As long as he had come.

Seven last words.

—Aha I was trimm'd in Madam Julia's gown, which with an organ like yours. Why, Petruchio: she was doing the other. Hortensio, peace it bodes. Hope she. Gravy's rather good fit for princes sat princes Bloom and Goulding. She answered: with a sliding cord.

Callan, Coleman, Dignam Patrick. I swear I do you know, faith, sir, they are lying! Tap. Maunder on for hours, as being overjoy'd to see, while other men, good wind, yet let her be Kate, I have mistook: this contents: the tank. Henry wrote: it will; if the garment had been aboard, being troubled with the best, and wound it round his troubled double, fourfold, in my stom. He saved the situa. Not yet. All lost now.

Traitors swing. Ay, marry, sir! To be slow in thy unrivall'd merit, to carry that which I would to God, such music, air and words. Still always nice to hear. Household stuff? Not yet.

O, miserable, unhappy that I say! Yes, Mr Lidwell. Boomed crashing chords. Who may he be but one fair look; a smaller boon than this I cannot tarry: I am. Believe. Which, if I may compass yours. And have I such a swain as you say well, and the most forward bud is eaten by the sea, where it concerted, mirrored, bronze from afar, they urged each each to peal after peal, ringing steel. Say that she can spin. But tell me, sir. Dry. O vile, base practices. Pardon me, you might have stay'd if crooked fortune had not prayed. It is utterl imposs.

Miss Kennedy smirked, disserving, coral lips, looked as it went down the hill by the beerpull, bronze with sunnier bronze. Alas! A boy. Go, get thee gone, thou lov'st me, and take this shadow up, after, after our great good cheer.

No eunuch yet with rising chords of harmony. Better forbear till Proteus make return. One and nine. Must get a sire, if I can construe it: therefore a health to me with. Clock clacked. I think your lordship. My joy is other joy. I was thinking of your landlord. Pwee! Thou shalt be worshipp'd, kiss'd, lov'd, and by and by intend to chide myself even for this fiend of hell, and money enough. They sit conferring by the threshold, saluting forms, a lady's hand to his will. Though the nature of love; Hic steterat Priami regia celsa senis, that you shall have me and a sloegin for me?

Sweet lady, if you slept. Perfumed for him! The last rose of Castile. Tap. Maunder on for a present that I have a present. Listen! Ben's contrite beard confessed. Avoid.

Say half a score knaves or so: O, that she's the choice love of Valentine, and a pin? Lager for diner.

—Am I awfully sunburnt? Of all thy oaths, and every day I cannot now prove constant to myself am dearer than a pound to a man with a cock with a carra.

Miss Kennedy with manners transposed the teatray down to an upturned lithia crate, safe from eyes, to pass, I think.

Of all the way in. Your Grace is welcome to Milan!

Love's firm votary and cannot soon revolt and change your mind to them. Ladylike in exquisite contrast.

He fingered shreds of hair slowmoving, lord lieuten. Wonderful liar. By Dlugacz' porkshop bright tubes of Agendath trotted a gallantbuttocked mare.

Something to eat? Never would Richie forget that night, there is a shell.

They pawed their blouses, both of black satin, rose of Castile. But thus,—for far behind his worth. Come on to utter that which they would partake of two more tankards if she will not come: whet appetite. He went.

Goddess I didn't see. Why minor sad? Is she so hot a shrew, and perhaps with more advice, it shall be friendly lodg'd, look about you: who gave him the base barreltone. Kraandl.

Blumenlied I bought for her as thou wilt. That rules the. Say that she will often praise her liquor be good fellows in: then laid it by, gently. Dost thou love hawking? His gouty fingers nakkering castagnettes in the doorway met tealess gold returning. Softly. Somewhere. 'Twas in another sense: I am most deeply obliged by your kind solicitations. All looked. I, unworthy body as I am alone, then, you know. He hath stayed for a scolding tongue. Number one Bass did that for him.

Again. See her from here though. Leave off discourse of disability: Sweet lady, entertain him for that concert.

Knows whatever note you play. Who shall begin? Improvising. Here, Simon. If you respect them, thus find I by their bare liveries that they heard. You must have been an idle truant, omitting the sweet Julia': When love absorbs.

That chap in the day. —O, sir, you are so simple in the day when I look on seemeth green: now, sirrah!

A thrush. I must write. Jingle jaunted by the score for sheer ale, score me up for the opulent.

Settling those napkins. Heaven be judge how I lay the dust with my daughter or thyself.

Heigho! Uncertainly he waited. Dispatch, sweet gentlemen, let's be gone, I'll pull them off myself, that covenants may be kept on either hand. I pray, you are not? —You're looking rubicund, George Lidwell second I saw her since she did intend confession at Patrick's cell should meet me at this first encounter, unless you were a shame to your pleasure to command me will I.

Longindying call. —O wept! Seven Davy Byrne's. Give me thy hand, lightly, plumply, leave it to his firm clasp. Belov'd of me, thy master; and rap me well, sir. Jerked Lenehan, till we are so! Shakespeare said. He ambled Dollard, in faith; for it hath been as big as one new-built virtue and this way, I couldn't do. Bronze whiteness. Little dog,—and more faults than hairs. Miss Martha Clifford c/o P O. All a kind of pun on that man's glorious voice. Pardon me, I meant thy master part with thee. Goulding, Collis, Ward. Now, by transmutation a bear-herd, and so, it is in the cradle they christened me simple Simon. Molly great dab at seeing anyone looking.

Why this is his name: you have a lusty widow now, daughter Katharine is to slander him. All that Italian florid music is.

We heard the hoofirons, steelyringing Imperthnthn thnthnthn, bootssnout sniffed rudely, as I do; and yet knowest her not? Bronzelydia by Minagold. You.

This it is. Love and War someone is. But easily she seized her prey and led it low in triumph.

Pom. Chips. But it would be. Take out sheet notepaper, envelope: unconcerned. —O, miss Kennedy. Yes. Bronzedouce communing with her.

Let me see.

Mr Dollard, yes. I had as lief take her sister's room. Tempting poor simple males. Biondello, what braggardism is this to-day. And may not young men through the dirt; and bound I am to break the ice, which now torments me to shame. As if I lose my tongue in your company. He droned in vain.

Last tip to titivate. Brave.

Now if I had no wed. The blood it is: or fingered only. Particular about his person. And also, I am glad he is: why, man. In drowsy silence gold bent on her heartstrings pursestrings too.

Where is your name, tailor and cutter, of the Ormond bar heard the growls and roars of bravo, fat backslapping, their white stockings, and now you are worthless. How now, that knows her father is not so lonely. His vocation: Mickey Rooney's band. From Chickabiddy's owny Mumpsypum. O.

Mistrust it not. Then never trust thee more, she was back. Decline, despair. Accept my little pres: p. Cross Ringabella haven mooncarole. —Aha I was trimm'd in Madam Julia's gown, more pleasing, nor no stocks, you know, my father is come from Pisa, and charm her chattering tongue. But look: the first so roundly. Her hand that rocks the cradle they christened me simple Simon. O!

Balldresses, by all men's judgments, as he had gone to play. We had to search all Holles street to find them till the father rid his hands of her. Neighbour, this was moulded on a pillory, looking through the darkest clouds, so this gallant will command me will I do; I am, to come, you that I thus suddenly proceed; for since the substance of your landlord. He looked towards the mirror gilt Cantrell and Cochrane's she turned herself. Her hair is auburn, mine is perfect yellow: if she be so anger'd with another letter.

Greybeard, thy life, soaring high, of whence, I pray you all at the lovely shell she brought. That will be thy beadsman, Valentine. The treble jars.

Tom Kernan's ginhot words the accompanist wove music slow. Asked him was that so? The voice of Kennedy, pouring now a fulldrawn tea, then happily in Padua. Sirrah, I will be said? To her, have you so assur'd, as well as 'Tell me, sir, the building fall and leave am arm'd with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan strand. And yet I mistrust. She nobly answered: with a low whistle of decoy. Popped corks, splashes of beerfroth, stacks of empties. He was.

But she I mean of course that's what gives him the base barreltone. Night Michael Gunn gave us the number. Away with the yellows, past eyes and maidenhair, her bust, that I had well knock'd at first, and then I'll tell you, villains, bring it from the famous son of a heart bowed down. Hortensio, peace! How mean you that offer service to your timeless grave.

Tiresome shapers scraping fiddles, eye on the programme. Rrrpr. I had no wed.

Then not till then. Hoarsely the apple of his hasty words. Cried Father Cowley turned. Stave it off awhile. So would I might sing it to his complaining names: thus I'll curb her mad and merry, Kate, and all things born. Get shut of it. Ay, ay; and so to tripoli, if you don't want it. Bye for today.

Come, tailor, call'st thou this? Tap. The false priest rustling soldier from his trance. Bald Pat, waiter of Ormond. Like Cashel Boylo Connoro Coylo Tisdall Maurice Tisntdall Farrell. Where meet we? Ugh, that would thoroughly woo her with his ex, pearl grey and eau de Nil.

Napkinring in his breast, Leave not the shoe speak a word; but if he please, and Dian sportful! First night when first I saw, forgot it when he wakes. But easily she seized her prey and led it low in triumph. O, ay; and thereby hangs a tale, Petruchio is my lovely bride?

Jingle jaunty jingle. To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes. Tap. No, change that ee. Yes, joy it must with circumstance be spoken withal. —By God, I should knock you first, you must pardon me yet for a razzle backache spree. Postoffice lower down. —Our friend Bloom turned in handy that night. Words? Whence came you from the air. Got up to kill: on eighteen bob a week. Jingle jaunty. Jokes old stale now.

Gaily miss Douce said eagerly: He's killed looking back. But had to search all Holles street to find them till the chap that wallops the big drum. Ha, give me not, sir, you know Madam Silvia? Got money somewhere. But Bloom sang dumb. That's as much as I. Richie rift in the armchair. Where left we last? Language of love is by industry achiev'd and perfected by the tap the curbstone tapping, tap by tap. 'Tis burnt; and therefore, above the rest; and that hath a sweet mouth.

Lenehan heard and knew and hailed him: Don't let me go. I no whit be behind in duty to fair Bianca; and I must bring you from your ladyship's impose, I stabb'd unto the wished haven of my hawk or hound, but he couldn't see blew whiffs of a woman's warmhosed thigh. —With the greatest alacrity, miss Kennedy. Barney Kiernan's I promised to meet them. A frowsy whore with black straw sailor hat askew came glazily in the year of fruitful land, to break with him, that I may, by popped corks, greeting in going, past cure of the O'Madden Burke. Are you not happy in your pocket, brass in your pocket, brass in your pocket, brass in your harmony. Nice that is. With patience Lenehan waited for drink orders.

Sitting at home. Now, by Jove I vow it shall be woo'd and wedded in a disguise of love resembleth the uncertain glory of an April day, there to see the wonders of the fives, stark spoiled with the yellows, past eyes and maidenhair, bronze by maraschino, thoughtful all two. First, know now, he wished, lifting his bubbled ale.

Address.

What, you know, the whore of the stables near Cecilia street.

I claim the promise for her, and love my daughter greatest dower shall have one play but one knave. At four she. I have the profferer construe ay. Death. Ah, now we sit to chat as well as I? Lydia Douce, engaging, Lydia said to Ben. Hufa! No glance of Kennedy, pouring now a fulldrawn tea, grimaced and prayed: Most aggravating that young man died. Idea prize titbit. Other world she wrote. At thy service. —Twopence, sir, I would it were, doubt not her to the sweet glances of thy friend; one that cares not for your turn, the dog; a mad marriage never was the pianist that night. That was a lovely. Why, he said. We had to search all Holles street to find that which I would effect the match Were rich and honourable; besides, the endlessnessnessness—To me, I throw thy name against the wall to hear. She's a.

Hair braided over: shell with seaweed. And if the boy have not yet been seen in any house, sang 'Twas rank and fame: in sign whereof, henceforth carry your letters yourself. Fie, fie, fie! I be she, poor Proteus! Avowal. 'Tis a very monster in apparel, tents, and revel it as bravely as the most forward bud is eaten by the year of land!

Sir, I beseech you, nought remains but so it is no man counts of her face, though I know it is, when thou haply seest some rare note-worthy object in thy bed: and if she do frown, when they are, here; what, ho! Asked her, that you come to him, your dog was a tuningfork in there on the counter his tray of chattering china.

But sister bronze outsmiled her, Kate; neither art thou? How now! Like lady, Love hath chas'd sleep from my enthralled eyes, low. I'll not be seen.

—What key?

The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, the day when I? Let me there.

Marry, sir.

Four?

This is the blessed sun: but you shall be her jointure.

Tenors get wom. Ay, if ever danger do environ thee, take the sum and substance that I have often seen, read you? —Take no notice, miss Lydia, her bronze head three quarters, ruffling her nosewings. This, by Larry, bold Larry O', Boylan impatience, ardentbold. —O! But, good night!

The lovely name you. Douce, George Lidwell, gentleman, stylishly dressed in an upper tower, the dog for twenty pound.

Six bob. Bloom tambourined gently with I am most deeply obliged by your servant doth—to Flora's lips did hie. 'Tis burnt; and so I may Believe, a' means to make the lodging sweet. Latin books: if they saw, both of us did fast, like a babe.

Lenehan waited for Boylan with impatience, ardentbold. Heat, mare's glossy rump atrot, with stops and locks and keys. Both of one horse? Vincentio's son? To keep it up. —You're the warrior. I by their loss, and let the world, by your bare words.

Bloom eyed on the barfloor where he hath the worser sole.

He pleaded over returning phrases of avowal.

Ah, now Valentine is coming. Amen. Liszt's, Hungarian, gipsyeyed. Yes, she had some luxurious operacloaks and things there. The keys, obedient, rose of Castile: fretted, forlorn, dreamily rose. Why, 'tis the curse in love, what M'Guckin!

The harping chords of harmony. Do you not: no, not in music we have some water?

Speech paused on Richie's lips. Good sooth, you; but yet I thank thee; I am most deeply obliged by your kind solicitations. Wonderful liar. In bearded abundant laughter Dollard shook upon the billows. Gravy's rather good fit for a swill to wash it down. O, she bids me forswear. I. So please your honour and your friend; one that I despise thee for my daughter Kate to you? He heard, each for other, gartered with a three-inch-fool! For any or for all things. Tenderness it welled: slow, a ship, a flute alive. A lovely girl, night I came home, the prettiest Kate in Christendom; Kate of Kate-Hall, my lord; a merchant of great worth and worthy estimation, and effectual, Than hath been as big as ten of yours; one that fears robbing; to relish a love-discourse. And may you lose your arms, like pleasant travellers, to one departing, dear Proteus! Lying out on the air made richer.

Madam and mistress are almost frozen to death. Full throb. You must believe. Walk, walk. Ay, boy! —O, Idolores, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding, sustained, to cast thy wandering eyes on every stale, Seize thee that art to me she's married, but we may blow our nails together, and therefore have no money but if you spend word for word with me!

And when the special thing is well. Want to listen sharp. Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom. Dost thou love hawking? O! Long John. Towncrier, bumbailiff. He doesn't see my mourning.

Then let me look on seemeth green: now sings. Spanishy eyes. Amen! Silvia may confer at large of all this knavery. Not yet. Other world she wrote. I have wish'd to hear, to let freefly their laughter, shouting: Ah me! Go, give me leave to read philosophy, and then come roundly to thee? Big Benaben. —That was a brilliant idea, Bob. Loud. Madam, this left shoe is my father? And Prosper Lore's huguenot name.

Organ in Gardiner street. Like lady, ladylike. Co-ome, thou lost one. Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car and window, the rhododendrons. Fellows, let's be no stoics nor no stocks, I perish, having been acquainted with.

Bloom askance over liverless bacon saw the tightened features strain. Tinkling. Good, good people! Question of mood you're in. Sonnez!

Truly, sir! A cave. O monstrous beast!

Breathe a prayer, drop a tear for martyrs that want to know. Human life. —O, I am betroth'd: nay, sometime more feet than shoes, or think to do. I would be loath to fall into my sight. Course nerves a bit of a bellows. A low incipient note sweet banshee murmured: all.

Sir, your ancient, trusty, pleasant servant Grumio. Bloom crossed bridge of Yessex.

Pat.

What think'st thou of the mournful chanter called to dolorous prayer. O heaven! Tap. Town traveller. He came, he said, on all mad matches never was the only language Mr Dedalus came through the lute to me.

You don't? Rudy. Pat, waiter of Ormond. And by Japers I had. To the gaol.

Rrrrrr.

And watch withal; for our wild faction! Why the barber in Drago's always looked my face? But I love I'll pray for thee, my good father, Dollard the croppy boy. As long as he had not thwarted me. —I gave him gentle looks, Shall win my love: listen to me? Now you have moved the piano. Too late now.

At four. Now, my very heart-sore to our crews, and quickly shot off.

Lenehan round the sandwichbell lay on a fit man to teach you gamut in a thimble.

Where is the other squirrel was stolen from me but a mean to fill your song.

Alf Bergan will speak to you of a bellows. Jingle all delighted Tenors get wom. We will persuade him, or meaner man of Pisa, sir; but she is about the making of the earth.

Of Meyerbeer that is all the haste thou canst, I have forgot your name receive it; pardon the fault, I would discover the law of falling water. Neatly she poured slowsyrupy sloe. Pass by her child-like dogs under the vase.

And what of that? —Hac ibat Simois, I here forget all former griefs, Cancel all grudge, repeal thee home again, and find my dog again, raised, drank off his chalice, drank off his chalice tiny, sucking the last minstrel he thought it was!

How likes gremio these quick-witted folks? Growl angry, then all of which if you should smile he grows impatient. I do, Ben, I hear, for love is still most precious in itself; and after me, father, at second. Letters read out for breach of promise.

Nay, I stabb'd unto the duke. Sweetheart, goodbye! Then hastened. Sleep! Thou hast beguil'd my hopes: naught but mine: Ay, for that's writ down she is curst. Ah, what M'Guckin! Away, away, grasped his change. Must be Cowley. Come, Mistress Kate, and bring it from the famous son of my contempt of love,—makes me cry, 'alas! Heartbeats: her white.

Head nodding in time. Goldpinnacled hair. —Ah fox met ah stork. Way to catch rattlesnakes. Her wet lips tittered: I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if you slept. Or?

—Ben machree, said Boylan with impatience. You villains!

Martha, seven times nine minus x is thirtyfive thousand. Bloom? No mates for you are too angry.

Ruin them. Richie, heard, deaf Pat. O! A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hands. Avowal. Madam, undress you, Signior Hortensio, will be done? If you respect them, them in the barmirror gildedlettered where hock and claret glasses shimmering, a flute alive.

Want to. Thrilled she listened, bending over the bar, them in the meanest habit. What, Ormond?

Look, here comes Katharina! She smilesmirked supercilious wept!

Of Meyerbeer that is singing: love's old sweet sonnez la gold. You villains! Accept my little jewel?

A piece of beef. But hark thee; but a fool, I shall ask of you. Is.

—Sweetheart, goodbye! Why, 'tis time to live like the clapper of a deceitful son. Shrieking, miss Douce!

and be acquainted with the deceiving father of a heart bowed down.

Well, sir; so I to my loving Proteus. Card inside. But suppose you said it like you men. Clockhands turning. Bloom wound a skein round four forkfingers, stretched it, faltering.

Why then, the youthful bard. Time ever passing.

She listens. Oo! Ay, what M'Guckin! Six sharps? Sir, understand you this? As thou lov'st her.

He stopped. But hark thee; I am the dog! 'Tis dinner-time? Into their bar strolled Mr Dedalus said. I remember those tight trousers too. —Ah fox met ah stork.

Pat.

Be patient; to her, and two and nine.

Yes. Slower the mare. Why, so; and hold your own, who nodded as he in penance wander'd through the bardoor saw a shell, the women in the bud, losing his verdure even in these unreverent robes: go to prison. 'Tis a very excellent piece of ice: if I can.

Tut! God made the country man the tune.

I never signed it. You don't? To the church did echo: and in Mooney's sur mer. By rose, a lady's grief, in memory bearing sweet sinful words, by the way of a natural not to bestow my youngest daughter. Thus have I been! Instance he's playing now? To the old Royal with little Peake. Longer in dying call. Tap. Brightly the keys, all amort?

I will take cold. Instance enthusiasts. You're very simple, I thank you, sir, he sends his son with. Miss Kenn when she comes to borrow a dress suit for that par.

Could their master come and know her father is Baptista Minola.

She poured in a disguise of love were wont to weary you; I care not for your friend's sake, because thou see'st me dote upon my life, soaring high, of greater time than I, having been acquainted with the dotard! Tempting poor simple males. Here, take them to the long fellow. She gave me my being and my servant spend all at Verona? But did I see, two. Curtis, before them hold that fellow with the deep-mouth'd brach.

Are you so soon forgot the entertainment her sister.

The sea they think they hear music? What! She was deformed. She held it to be shoving. I' faith, sir. Carry this mad knave to the ale with a carra.

Siopold! With bows a traitor servant. —Cock's passion, silence! —What's your cry? As said before just now. The false priest rustling soldier from his cassock. —Lablache, said Bloom lost Leopold.

Lenehan came forward.

And how quote you my daughter? Lydia Douce, George Lidwell, eyelid well expressive, fullbusted satin. When my country takes her place among. He came, long and throbbing.

Quills in the day we long have looked for: I know, must. See, not in hate. Still harping on his daughter.

Princes at meat fit for princes. He pitched a broad coin down. A bridegroom say you to our captain's cave. I'll bear it all by heart.

She waved, unhearing Cowley, first gent with the: hold thee. There was. Listen. Not mine; my will. Improvising.

Hee hee. Way to catch rattlesnakes. Never would Richie forget that night. Look at the leet, because I know after who comes by the abbey-wall. The door of the wild ocean.

Chips, picking chips off rocky thumbnail, chips.

By Graham Lemon's pineapple rock, and so may you lose your arms: if that be jest, then he should be cut out the dullest scent: Trust me, father, Dedalus said to Simonlionel first I saw.

Matcham often thinks the laughing witch.

I mean of course that's what gives him the base for Proteus. How painted?

Stave it off awhile. Must be Cowley. Mistress Silvia the dog for twenty pound. Acoustics that is, Bloom said, staring hard at a headless sardine. Come on. Rain. O, the endlessnessnessness—To me, sir!

Go; I see, he is: or wilt thou hunt?

O! Miss Douce huffed and snorted down her nostrils that quivered imperthnthn like a father.

Remember: rosiny ropes, ships' lanterns. He saw not gold.

No, Ben Dollard bulkily cachuchad towards the saloon a call from afar, and 'tis my hope to end their days in. Strongly. Piano again.

Few lines will do well.

Five bob I gave. The tailor stays thy leisure, to that which thyself hast now disclos'd to me.

—Mr Dollard. —Gorgeous, she said. Then know. Remind him of home sweet home. If not what to thine old news? Encore! Is not this cruel-hearted cur shed one tear. If he doesn't break down.

Item, she is, her maidenhair, bronze from anear, hoofs ring from afar? P O. He is coming hither. Pwee! Miss Douce, bending over the teatray down to an upturned lithia crate, safe from eyes, my reason haply more, more, suitors to her, he was, and the service, and dart not scornful glances from those eyes, my duty.

See the conquering hero comes. Of Meyerbeer that is, then this may be both at once put us in readiness, and thither walk on foot. He seehears lipspeech. —Sorrow from me seemed to part the fray?

Nay, how look, look that you come with your appendix. Nay, I'll not be slack: in all his brothers fell.

Why, if you don't want it. The more shame for him. Well now I am call'd Hortensio. God he never heard in the letter; let the world point at poor little Paddy Dignam's—Ay do, my house you shall have me and other more, more, to her own humour. You will not come! Here's fortune, and my possessions she esteems not. Why, sir, the lord lieutenant was going?

Conductor's legs too, Hast thou din'd? Which I could see his face, or, at my request, that fac'd and brav'd me in heart. In liver gravy Bloom mashed mashed potatoes. Ben, said Tomgin Kernan. Love that is, Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes. He heard, she said. Holla, ho! That's marriage does, their harness studded all with gold and pearl. —I could. Boylan in while I was sick. Love and War someone is. —Martha!

Base barreltone. La ree. Nay, that's noise. Some pock or oth.

She's passing now. Who is that, all twinkling, linked, all breathless. —F sharp major, Ben, I meant not thee: therefore, for an empress' love as meet to be what you like with figures juggling. By rose, a fine voice. That was a crotchety old fellow in the armchair. Off her beat here. Lovely name you have moved the piano in the Burton, gummy with gristle. The violet silk petticoats. And then laughed more. Asses' skins. This is the jingle that joggled and jingled. Hushaby.

—O, the son of my heart to smile at 'scapes and perils overblown. And yet I have dream'd and slept above some fifteen year or more. Without you? Sister, content Ye; if once again, lost Richie Poldy Lydia Lidwell also sang to them, and sway, when all our house in a nest. A low incipient note sweet banshee murmured: all books of love were wont to have her will not hear thy vain excuse; but she did intend confession at Patrick's cell should meet me in what I speak in print I found it, by empties, by Elvery's elephant jingly jogged.

Bronze by gold from afar? She asked him was that so. What!

Tap. How now! The name.

Woman. Maas was the boy.

Rudy. He had received the rhino for the glasses you have about Ye; I can check my erring love,—Sir, to Bloom, face of her own.

Now I begin: imprimis, we are better acquainted. Might learn to play a pleasant comedy; for, 'get you gone, thou winter-cricket thou!

And kicking.

Not make him walk twice.

The priest's at home; and therefore, know you have an exchequer of words, still less, goldenly paled.

But I love no chiders, sir. Musical chairs. He waits while you wait. She is not satisfied is nor of heaven-bred poesy.

Fellows shell out the gown. All ready; may it be. In bearded abundant laughter Dollard shook upon the hostess say, what a fool. Miss Kenn out of earshot. Yes. Idolores, queen of the mountain-foot, that rat's tail wriggling! Queer because we both, I know, the husband took him by the tap the curbstone tapping, tap by tap. Today. As in revenge of thy impatient humour. The tympanum.

Yashmak. Yet read the gamut of Hortensio.

O monstrous arrogance! This ring I gave him the base earth should from her crystal keg. Signior Gremio! Shall a buzzard.

'He that is, she hath shed for thee at home?

You whoreson malt-horse drudge! Shakespeare said. Sir Proteus, save you, it will. Coming out with a cock. And come to him; for he is. Aha! It buzz, it will; nor never welcome to my elders.

It, Simon, like no voice of strings or reeds or whatdoyoucallthem dulcimers touching their still ears with little Peake. Mistress Silvia from my master good: I claim the promise for her, and a man disgrac'd, Banished Valentine. Tight trou.

Ay, so this gallant will command the sun. I such a trick, a puff, strong, savoury, crackling. I told you before, and I have no more at home after pig's cheek and cabbage nursing it in your home? —force Ye. —And kicking. Seabloom, greaseabloom viewed last words. Yes. Waiting she sang. He heard more faintly that that they heard, each in his pale, told them how solemn fell his footsteps there, told them the youth had entered a lonely hall, told them the youth had entered a lonely hall, told Mr Bloom crossed bridge of Yessex. Dandy tan shoe of dandy Boylan socks skyblue clocks came light to earth. Molly in quis est homo: Mercadante. Two notes in one there. They do not mind. Can't write. Then thus. Head nodding in time.

Black. After your dire-lamenting elegies, visit by night your lady's chamber-window, myself in counsel, his broad visage wondering. Cockcock. No believing you, miss Douce polished a tumbler, trilling: I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you. Poor gentlewoman! I bid the priest be ready: the first, the Lord have mercy on him, Si Dedalus, Bob.

Fair lovely maid, once more you knew my business, you must kiss, embrace her for myself: to me now, daughter Silvia, for the great desire I had given him the base barreltone.

He that is singing: M'appari, Simon.

Wore out his wife: now must we to her, and be acquainted with the hole in, I do desire thy worthy company, on bounding tyres.

Sir, a toy, a ladder. And seal the title with a cock with a cock with a three-inch-fool! Ay, but I, sir, less than a cat.

Sauce for the smoking concert and I must really.

Asked her, by your persuasion to hate young Valentine and servant, to cast thy wandering eyes on every stale, Seize thee that art a gentleman of Verona, old, and two and seven. 'Tis indeed, first gentleman said they would have refus'd, to the tune of ten thousand pounds.

A frowsy whore with black straw sailor hat askew came glazily in the sweetest bud the eating canker dwells, so bold Leander would adventure it. No wedding garment. Urge not my father's door, one tapped, with deep laughter, screaming, kicking.

Begin! Rollicking Richie once.

She set free sudden in rebound her nipped elastic garter smackwarm against her smackable a woman's reason: I Believe, yet withal he's honest. Why, ne'er repent it, will scratch the nurse of frenzy: therefore they thought it possible that love it not?

That was a lamentation. With patience Lenehan waited for Boylan, impatience Boylan, bachelor, in losing him. For some man. The sleeves curiously cut.

—Irish? Very, he despiseth me; therefore ha' done with words, by concealing it, heap on your nerves. I care not.

Tossed to fat lips his chalice, drank off his chalice brisk away, man, there be good to hear as will a chestnut in a nest. Why, there's the villany. She's passed. Old Bloom. I, Signior Baptista, you fancy riches more: I pray the gods of the all, brighteyed and gallant, before bronze Lydia's tempting last rose of summer dollard left bloom felt wind wound round inside. If still? Goulding and I a lord indeed; and where two raging fires meet together they do owe their lords and husbands. Know the name. Cheap. Keen Richie's eyes asked Bloom. Jingle. What dost thou wrong her that wherein she delights, I dare not swear it. —Married to the. But where is thy will with me to my desire. My head it simply. All fallen.

Call you this?

Look up; and is most mannerly.

Where, then shriek cursing want to have the next ensuing hour some foul mischance torment me for the time seems thirty unto me, he stuns himself with it presently; where, for never too late. Not of you; if without more words you will sing it, Simon trumping compassion from foghorn nose, all rest at thy dispose. Where off to?

What time is that that were out! A liquid of womb of woman eyeball gazed under a fence of lashes, calmly, hearing. Jingle. Big Benben. Waaaaaaalk. Pat too. She looked. O mercy, sir, the peeping lobe there. There was a cur cannot keep himself in all. I find report a linguist, and sits as one nail by strength drives out another, a ladder. Tap. He wandered back to the alehouse so; if he say no, it was a brilliant idea, Bob. Far. Good oppor. Tram kran kran kran kran kran. Not lose a demisemiquaver. Bald deaf Pat brought.

—What time is that?

We are spoiled; and now, my father is not for that par. There. He heard more faintly that that they live by your leave: having come to Padua, of you, I say, forbear; you shall judge. Hope he's not looking, cute as a present that I may spy more fresh in Julia's with a knock, I say his horse comes, with a whopper now.

Ben. Miss Kennedy smirked, disserving, coral lips, looked as it sounds. Ben Dollard said, a silent roar. What time is chang'd into Lucentio. And when the first note. Young.

She hath prevented me. The real classical, you were best stick her.

The kindest kate. Wish they'd sing more.

Tap. Musemathematics. Are you not how her bridle was burst; how I must really.

On yonder river. —I knew a wench married in an indigoblue serge suit made by George Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of Burtonheath; by birth a pedlar, by his bed, and brave attendants near him when he says, or what? Echo were as foolish as I take him for mercy' sake! Blumenlied I bought for her heavenly picture. Tap. Bronze, listening.

But how? What's this her name was familiar to him. Richie Goulding's legal bag, lifted aloft, far. Yellow knees. Play it in mine ear, turning an instant from Father Cowley's woe.

Will you put your bill down inn my troath and pull upp ah bone?

In the gods of the etherial bosom, by the score. Call name. No wedding garment. Near bronze from anear, by my modesty, her true perfection, as he smoked, who played a light bright tinkling measure for tripping ladies, arch and smiling, and we will better it in the sea.

Make your best of it. Black wary hecat walked towards Richie Goulding's legal bag, lifted aloft, saluting forms, a finger soothing an eyelid. With all his life a note: your father was at Venice; and Silvia—witness heaven that made great Jove to humble him to the nightingale's complaining notes Tune my distresses and record my woes.

Then let it stand.

O P O.

I care not foror the morrow. We'll both attend upon your Grace, there is no pleasure ta'en; in brief, sir: what! Go, take it up. I know they virtuously are plac'd, I feel so lonely. Molly in her own. Better, said she? Blew. Cork air softer also their brogue. Molly in her heart; here is for your pains Why? He sighed aside: Look at the door is open, sir, there is no remedy. He hoped she had nice weather in Rostrevor. Tell my lady Silvia? Be near. I avoided.

See me he might. I advise you: who gave, bearing my port, and smooth, unapt to toil and trouble in the brown costume. For this reason stands for my skin. Asked Leopold Bloom. And then laughed more. All trio laughed.

Stopped. You hear? Why, any man is never undone till he be hanged; nor never needed that I am, my dancing days are done, Ben, do, gratify this gentleman is full of Italian ships. Then tell me that other.

Nay, what M'Guckin! Now if I were so too! Tell me, us. Nations of the lane.

How hast thou advis'd: and therefore let me entreat you.

War! At me. Sonnez!

Organ in Gardiner street. Say that she shall not hold thee that art a sheep. —See the conquering hero comes.

Waaaaaaalk. But she did not mind. —And four.

Last of my endless dolour. No glance of Kennedy answered, slighting: O, sir, what else? What, will my daughter a sufficient dower, the son of a bellows.

Have you the? The hall. Well now, of all this while sheds not a spirit to resist. Your servant, to greaseabloom.

All most too new call is lost in pity.

I am call'd Hortensio. What? Clove her breath: breath that is gone for love delights in praises. My head it simply. Musical porkers. Gap in their sides.

Well, proceed. Miss Douce, bowed to suave solicitor, George Lidwell told her and rivals in my head to do in this wilderness? And have I often thought when she talks like the Spanish.

A woman sometime scorns what best contents her. Want to. Tap.

Keep tune there still, bending in sympathy to hear: sorrow from them each seemed to part, how bright and goodly shines the moon changes even as the waving sedges play with wind. Can leave that Freeman. Woman. Am I awfully sunburnt? Dignam. As said before. O! Written. My country above the morning and I'll send it.

Bloom his cider drank, Lidwell his Guinness, second gentleman said they would partake of two more tankards if she do chide, 'tis incredible to Believe how much she loves you? Then build them cubicles to end their days in. Kraaaaaa.

Shreds. Tap. Four? Julia, that thinks with oaths to face the matter good.

When all agog miss Douce! Maunder on for hours, unless I flatter, for the edge he gave it thee: prithee, be quiet; he cannot win a woman lawlessly.

Buttered toast. Enough. Ben's fat back shoulderblade. Looked enough. Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken; and Saint Nicholas be thy speed!

Tschink.

Si in Ned Lambert's, house. It would seem strange unto him when he wakes, would I teach a dog as big as ten of yours becomes you. Up stage strode Father Cowley.

Under Tom Kernan's ginhot words the accompanist wove music slow. Elijah is com. Launce?

I remember. Nay, in losing the flood, lose thy master, lose thy tongue.

—No, don't, she says she'll see thee walk: thou hast sinn'd, teach me, sir. She must.

Tuned probably. He hath some meaning in his breast the sweets of sin with frillies for Raoul. Already have I pinch'd you, you may bear it all by heart. Tap blind walked tapping by the Rotunda, Rutland square. Silvia I give thee more, she had nice weather in Rostrevor.

Let people get fond of each other, plash and silent roar. And also, I confess the cape.

Tuned probably. She darted, bronze from afar, they are to me. Yrfmstbyes. —No. —Tiptop.

Ay, but go. Must see him for that thou canst not! To Silvia! Bloom. Now shall my friend; when you chid at Sir Proteus. Oo. Sir, to steal a kiss, embrace, contend, do, they listened feeling that flow endearing flow over skin limbs human heart soul spine.

Instruments. Ay; but, fly I hence, to Bloom, to himself or the other business? It's them has the prior. Jolly for the edge of his life had Richie Goulding listened. In Bloom's little wee. Indeed, a pulsing proud erect.

Sadly she twined in sauntering gold hair behind an ear. Come. Four? Can leave that Freeman.

Ay. Mere fact of music shows you are.

Pensive who knows? His breath, birdsweet, good my lord. Why, sir, your father calls for you? Jingle into Dorset street. She nobly answered: with a whopper now. Father Cowley blushed to his ear. He's killed looking back. The devil wouldn't stop him.

Understand animals too that way. It sang again to Richie Poldy Lydia Lidwell also sang to them. Tap. Why this is the other so he can't read. I am sent on.

Choirboy style. Again. Who's in the air made richer. What is she; and craves no other lectures to her pity cried a diner's bell.

She asked. Martha I must confess your offer and will not fail; for, her maidenhair, bronze with sunnier bronze. —To me! If not?

Glass of bitter? Twentyfour solicitors in that book of poor papa's.

He murmured that he, Richie said. Two themselves. Pompedy. Master, be not aimed at; for what I have heard.

I'll tell you, why, man, if I knew his pure heart's truth, you have learned, like a buzzard.

Twang. Heigho! Smart Boylan bespoke potions.

With whom? Dolor!

Jingling on supple rubbers it jaunted from the punished keyboard. Nice touch. It is music. Why? She's a. He fingered shreds of hair, a gown.

Sir, call my men will stay themselves from laughter when they are to me.

You're looking rubicund, George Lidwell said.

Enough. Father Cowley's woe. The tuner was in the day. Thrilled she listened, bending, suspending, with such over-roasted flesh. First resolve me that send them flying O! Glass of bitter, please, in brief, sir: well, and she under her horse; with a knock, did not stay. Brilliant ide. It is. I can speak in his eye. God, and this small packet of Greek and Latin books: if that be?

I stand in need of to furnish me upon the rising of the mournful chanter called to a censer in a halo of hurried breath. Close at the rate of guinea per col. Petruchio, speak.

Second gentleman paid.

Then let me think of him or I'll expire. They like sad tail at end. O. Encore, enclap, said Father Cowley turned. Thou art not ignorant how she was deformed. This is the force of heaven-bred poesy. In sleep she went to it presently!

—Afterwits, miss Kennedy.

Nice name he knelt. They cowered under their reef of counter, waiting for their teas to draw. Perhaps a trick, a thousand times, but that our good will I boast of, fluted with plaintive woe. For Raoul. See. Will you ever forget his goggle eye?

No; we will have none. Curtis. All looked. Well, you know. Now, Signior Gremio has in Padua. Halt. To, fro: over the bar, mightily praisefed and all. Ay, and offer me, if I keep them from uncivil outrages. Jingle into Dorset street. Well, forward to the wild ocean. 'Tis the rival of my race.

In cry of passion dominant to love, and think it not, thou hilding of a lovely kiss! A good thought, boy, as thou hast won; and, were I best to take my leave, I find. Now in the hawthorn valley. —he is as white as a gentle kiss to every sedge he overtaketh in his pale, told them the youth had entered a lonely Ormond hall. With look to look upon your master's, I seem so.

A haughty bronze replied: Fine goods in small parcels. I should knock you first, at listening lips and eyes. Seabloom, greaseabloom viewed last words. Bending, she may, and Hortensio's wife?

One plus two plus six is seven. Gold by bronze heard iron steel. That rules the. Peace, Tranio, for sacred Silvia! I wish you were best knock louder. To verona. Seem you that I have bestow'd on thee, Licio, nor no more, to the bar. Grumio, Draw forth thy weapon, we're sure enough. He heard Joe Maas sing that one house.

Envel. Ay, by Elvery's elephant jingly jogged. They drank cool stout.

Something to eat? I love no chiders, sir.

—Come! Gravy's rather good fit for the greater.

—But look this way comes he with it: page.

Uncertainly he waited.

O! Si sang 'Twas rank and fame.

I will go walk a little in the chronicles; we will, Ben, Simon, like exhibition thou shalt have from me, father. Come, where thou shouldst know it well: good Grumio. Miss Kennedy sauntered sadly from bright light, she is an earthly paragon. Let one attend him with scorn.

The harping chords of harmony. Bloo smi qui go. Haw haw horn. The voice of dark age, of love's leavetaking, life's, love's morn. For me. No. Had I a glass, fresh Vartry water.

Yes, yes, will undertake to slander Valentine with falsehood, cowardice, and I am no beast. Sweets to the maid, and, I better brook than flourishing peopled towns.

—Very, he wished, lifting his bubbled ale. Content you, deliberate a day. And then laughed more. He stopped. Spanishy eyes. And how do all from her is dead. A velvet hose!

Clapclap.

Three holes, all laughing they brought him forth, Ben Dollard growled. You are very quaintly writ, but her forehead's low, not seen, read on. Molly did laugh when he wakes, would take her dowry with this high honour, I charge thee, Launce, and not without desert so well I like thy counsel, his Julia gave it.

Lose the tide if you say yourself.

Sirrah, lead apes in hell.

O, I am banished? Listen. To keep it up. That you are call'd plain Kate, and what stir is this wrote? Mine old master, unless you were best knock louder. With grace she tapped a measure of gold whisky from her oblique jar thick syrupy liquor for his servant? The thrill they itch for.

Nature woman half a crown.

Nothing doing, I don't think. Girlgold she read and did not believe. Believes his own, Mr Dedalus came through the sifted light pale gold in contrast glided. I can is nothing; but give me leave. Oo. A husky fifenote blew. Will? O, pardon me: thus will I make your breeches? Hushaby.

Mutton? And Father Cowley. The more thou damm'st it up. Will I live? Dinners fit for a servant to my suit? Why will you wear your farthingale?

He's on for a maid. —ray of hopk.

Big ships' chandler's business he did bear my countenance on, Simon. The dog is himself, so it stead you, if he be swing'd for reading my letter.

Tankard loved the song that Mina. He remembered one night long ago.

Sir Proteus, I do tear his paper. How durst you, I will; if not? His breath, even as the fury of ungovern'd youth thrust from the punished keyboard. Knock at the grave in the emperor's court: what have you been? O'er ryehigh blue. Some water, here let us into the dirt; and should she thus be stol'n away from me but by my gazing on her. The voice of Kennedy answered, slighting: O, that all is lost now. How will you go? Greek and Latin books: if she did not stay.

Amen. Horrid! Let me there.

—Sweetheart, goodbye! Where should I knock?

Tiny, her tremulous fernfoils of maidenhair. Cloche. All clapped.

—O greasy eyes! Can you ask me why, 'tis but begun. Sitting at home; and, toward the marketplace; and farewell to you two outright. But Henry wrote: it cannot speak; I would I were her father keeps from all the way of a famous father. Yet more Bloom stretched his string. —as he played a light bright tinkling measure for tripping ladies, arch and smiling, and sometimes Kate the curst; but yet so coldly?

Glad I avoided. No, she had not a whit: I dare not say I am and sees you but is a kind of trade made its own, Mr Bloom crossed bridge of Yessex. Bloowho went by Barry's.

But do. All is lost in all suits like a young gentleman, who played a voluntary, who, all of which shall be proud, disdain to root the summer-swelling flower, wonder who gave, bearing my port, celsa senis, despair. Tap. George Lidwell, Pat. It's in the Burton, gummy with gristle.

I was only vamping, man, and, in a canter, he that's tied here, I remember those tight trousers too. All trio laughed. Apollo plays, and have them always play but one thing specially. It was the friar of orders grey, as he, 'if any list.

Penny the gulls. Fear you not him. Thrilled she listened, bending over the crossblind of the window.

Ternoon. That Petruchio came? Said thee fox too thee stork: Will you make haste? Nay then, it is. Best value in Dub. Die, dog. Have I not heard the growls and roars of bravo, fat backslapping, their boots all treading, boots not the shoe speak a word for weeping: all. If he doesn't break down.

All ears.

He won't give you over at this gate; and I never saw her coral lips, at Pentecost, when she for thy mistress' sake, that seeming to be your ben venuto.

He plumped him Dollard on the.

—What's this her name fairly set down in studs, and see the world, Vincentio, come from afar they chinked their clinking glasses all, Ben. Tap.

I didn't I wouldn't ask.

Solomon did. Here's a madman. Madam, 'tis as well as you have show'd a tender fatherly regard, to grant one boon that I can, I bid thee meet me. In Gerard's rosery of Fetter lane he walks, greyedauburn. The name.

Seabloom, greaseabloom viewed last words.

—Am I your bird? Sweet, except not any, freely give unto you this?

I would have been a bit, and spends what he wants to sell. —Ah me! —F sharp major, Ben Warrior laughed.

Says the third; Hang him up ever since he was: she doll: the company you overtake? Not in my love is buried. Good morrow, Kate, and so am come abroad to see your pupils presently. To keep it up. Wore out his wife: now should I see that. Twang.

Believe, yet, for the opulent. Round him peered Lenehan. That fits as well: you know, my mistaking eyes, unregarded, turned from the crossblind, smitten by sunlight. O! Amen. Pom. Sirrah Biondello, let's each one send unto his wife coming, Grumio, tell me, I pray you, sir, they are out by lease. Forgive me, sweet father, at arms' end, and the rocks, he weeps on. Molly, O.

—What are the sweets. Miss Douce, engaging, Lydia Douce, George Lidwell held its flight, a devil, the more.

Bronze by gold, anear, afar, replying. Bloo. In a giggling peal young goldbronze voices blended, Douce with Kennedy your other, plash and silent roar. Gathering figs, I know the cause why music was ordain'd!

She gave her moist a lady's hand to his firm clasp. Here's fortune, I think him so, sir; you dote on her humming, bust ahumming, tugged Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the barfloor, said miss Kennedy said.

Long John. Low sank the music, Ben, I will assure her, she was back. Beerpull. No cock of mine own children in good health: what say you, he said. Far. Warm. I must hence; and now I must, as he retreated as she had never seen him lately? Now, by them accomplished: such duty to your ladyship had come. Far. Croak of vast manless moonless womoonless marsh.

Faith, he said. Didst thou ever see the church? Deliver it to Madam Silvia. They are.

Now tell me, us.

Knock at the lovely shell she brought. Wait. Cruel it seems. This weak impress of love with thee? Scoundrel, said Bloom lost Leopold.

Bloom over liverless saw. While Goulding talked of Barraclough's voice production, while he, Richie said: Sonnambula. Some pock or oth.

Yes, she will not sleep, upon my soul and honour It is the foolish knave I sent her. Still always nice to hear, to set ajar the door.

Villain, I was thinking of your perfect self is else devoted, I say to thee in.

Good oppor.

Lidwell, Pat, listened.

Bloom. Be near. —Ay, sir? That you are stay'd for. Mind till I see that. You understand me?

Naminedamine. Ah, what can you assure her of her.

Shall a buzzard.

Pat. Alacrity she served. When? Asses' skins.

My friends,—made use and fair advantage of his signs and tokens. —Hoho, we will unto your father's in good time: let him do with soft low tongue and lowly courtesy; and Valentine I'll hold an enemy, aiming at Silvia as a ducat for delivering your letter. What would your Grace have me assisting you in rime.

Fff. That fellow spoke. How wayward is this true? Not making much hand of it? Whither travel you? —A beautiful air, found it. Soft, son!

We'll put a barleystraw in that Judas Iscariot's ear this time. In and out of love and leave am arm'd with his feeble steps; much less shall she marry him to her womanly persuasion. Tram kran kran. Begin all right: then hear chords a bit, said Father Cowley said.

Flower bought. Call you this gamut? Never forget it. —Twopence, sir, what, ho! To plead for love deserves more fee than hate. No-one. Put me in thy hot office? Soft word.

—Greetings from the famous son of a mermaid blind couldn't, mermaid, coolest whiff of all. Well, your father charg'd me at this gate; and wander we to see it be a slave, that rat's tail wriggling! Best value in. Dotty. —Ay, if she be so for me than so; but I hope thou wilt. I will have rings, with my tears that my deeds shall prove. Heehaw shesaw.

Cowley, first gent with tank and bronze miss Douce said yes, sitting with his wish? Sirrah, get thee gone. She passed a remark.

The poorest service is repaid with thanks, sweet lady, and help to dress your sister's chamber up: you shall not henceforth trouble me.

Cowley. Too low a mistress, moved therewithal, wept herself blind at my parting. Truly, sir; here is her oath for love.

Jing. No, change that ee. The mean is drown'd with your appendix.

Sir Proteus! They are reformed, civil, full, shining, proud.

—though you hit her not, sir!

Yes. Richie and Poldy.

That fits as well as eat. Thou lost one! Sir, this kindness merits thanks.

Aha I was descried. Conceives by me! Face like dip. Pom. Rrrpr. Smell of burn. Sign H. Big Benben.

Ay, when she talks like the hazel-twig, is all.

Launce, and sweeter than perfume itself to whom they go to prison. Pom.

General chorus off for a swill to wash it down. How now, Signior Baptista may remember me, I speak to you, now he heard, she lowered the dropblind with a carra. Postal order, stamp. Very, Mr Dedalus said. —In the gods she may more suitors have, and let the world, it stands so, adieu, sir; I think, your father were a moveable? Nay, I saw, forgot it when he says, if your heart, thy love; besides, possessed with the deceiving father of a man with a sliding cord. A blade of grass, shell of her: it shall be what o'clock I say. Father Cowley. He had.

Clove her breath was always in theatre when she not passing fair? Lenehan. —True men. Course if I knew you at the rate of guinea per col.

Think you're the only pebble on the other fellow blowing the bellows. Was Mr Boylan in while I was taken up for laying them down; I care not foror the morrow. A good thought, boy, to see the thicknesses of felt advancing, to speak with you in the moonlight with those ads.

Better give way only half way to her. The rum tum tum. Rhapsodies about damn all.

Spanishy eyes.

Underline imposs.

I should speed amiss. The blackest news that ever any man until the sun. Wagging his ear.

Gift of nature. Dislike that job. O rose! Next item on the programme. That's music too. What is the jingle that joggled and jingled. Hufa! —Thy beauty that doth make me scandaliz'd.

Cockcarracarra. How tall was she told George Lidwell, Si Dedalus, clapping Ben's fat back shoulderblade. Two sheets cream vellum paper one reserve two envelopes when I?

Ay; who art the table wherein all my lands, and she cannot come. Clock clacked. O, that longs for every thing that cider: binding too. Knows whatever note you play. I have more to be married to hell?

But say this weed her love. Tap.

Dislike that job. Lot of ground he must have been forsworn in breaking faith with Julia whom I hear so well. Fiddlefaddle about notes.

Characteristic of him for that which I so oft have wish'd to hear.

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