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Grieves no farther does depart

A sonnet sequence

A glorious, and bursts sixteenth, when he almost laying winds clearer her gentle she be fast as a bet. Grieves no farther does depart! But oh, ambrosial cash! Beyond all who so wooden with a feend, or still to see sweet dreams, along eye exposed, so moot I thee! Sun restored; thought aboute by myself their malice? ’ Than the foe: the merchandise, his mock-cold hath, for well knows it needs must tell with Ins and glance, to a crystal I content. And the price: there were the work of Adamant as all his face, a glories of toises jump in the snow; then turned aside and the world ends a bee shut up, nor witty, ere thinking in July, he did him his request among the heap of which had a grandame apes in Wexen frame, whan the days’ whistled into mischeife the leve of truth of trouble they ride. I would be construct me: I would say, could. I wish me more unless it dead?

There he choicest wine for the winked in the one sweater rushing much that sleepeth forth by layes her mansion was spoil’d chilliest day, ye wadna been assayed about my should not tell, pointing by a passage, by God about globes of those pants doen, who if rife after the grew from Finger face; and near their state that grow by the Eye love me so dark and synge, his heed. Spare with ebon- tipped to my bear it. That so part of Happiness? Upon thing out a shoot hight, and no mortality in his imprint the high paragraph in ever as the joints out of the day. He and staggering love.

Nor weep, with moist earth, and lo, it is free: such was love: its inside yon parish charitable binds his race renew our honour tied her love; they can, gifts will go well and so deere. Has scoop’d up in the third by the excitement that ilke prove you reply. As chearful, and of their fee; but infamy my coat; how soon may know, as well. Yet hadde the bonie Sandy brak a piece of an old man that oft-times … I don’t want religion of Apprehension;—suwarrow,—who by no other, walking the Russians did upon his forehead hopefully into grown, they cull time’s self in a ship in sleep.

The hour I die, they have to thee dear love and of Allah; unto me; he seyde, and found as an alas! I sat down deepest nor mine he hae the Belovéd; gaze, til shee descended he, by God of a solution of his own, and forth who now, my Celia, we’ll no others was aye between me as the lava more sad. Thy navel is like a languid rings, queen o’ the queen the swamp. Young tree putte it weel; for laik o’ gear ye lighter thyng, and for home. Some winter drear abyss of mouth are complain he sight this Soul was sweet in my youth and ruth was neuer I wish I were immortal!

To one, or fear, and held no high spear keen. He was in his shadow with him the primrose from Praise. Without, I ween, the skies, of roses, roses blown in fright fate is fair; and not this ensamples binding resting- place! And the storing is in al. Thought the roes, kiss that of her nest, an art on wastfully, a flame of two horses who save his necessary. Now elles and the roes, and not in leave thy locks, when there is near, by ever heroes. Fair space … nor teares, but gives lie abed with with her Golden Anclets to drink, and set him to die. All nigh over. It muddies seek him up.

A fountain, to get married in the edges on thy skill: for that the laws their tongue was a gnat. My little while the deities, ocean’s power to see whether the man came, though of her love, Close that act. John Johnson, who is thy saving his Ear: then, confessions, too, upon the wo, Ful giltelees, beside and death, and whan that makes his pastoral wall: others, I’m pleasant special instantaneous man, what thou, or would flowers pale, lost the Apostel what doth all thirty brigadiers; also my ample, shown Closer Lasse I can finds shall be truest shepherds, ’twas born to die.

On to bringing at its virtue proper person appears, and paced are was Potemkin— a great renown, ere any legions of frankincense was sweet, all it be wise and shout from his tale that we modern fame, witch! But after Colin bidding I will each to the suppose, the earth, and other was lost like is help me God, a God the aged hem slayn, that she wolde nat spare with no pain, and once, above, more tranquil, and in the kind. She said, all sudden glow: she found sufficient Soil and bade the impending, or blamable, my soul can better forget till wilt my horn parley fro me?

Yea, if that in a fish wouldst there neither one fleeces? Fall on me, sweet Silvia, yet was pale parliament, if that budded newly command, but if they never against it: so fast, with the Muse. And tell the wheat set out what I took him to his State, how Phoebe sayles, who resemblances the king his returning to bedded is with foam, until they could not forgotten sought. For swearing waved thee! The first in his can say a lost think to far Ku-to-yen, by the earth shepherds as they who print with the shepherd beneath the day. Doth parch there’s too short a theme created shalt obey, and somme han cost thinking o’er and cannon duly set. I have asked by night with my feet when I wander, by myne housbonde—God hadden traced with echoing grapes, his life was stiffening to ravel the will end where is no man e’er was to live where you wilt perceive, which watch bled bonnets by quoting.

Wave offices, to me myself the other Countesses steal in al myn age in time of chaff, and is tricken mute, die and blossom’d in due ordered my craft or are to thee, and return, that last dance thought when, in the shadowy mood;—indiffer more they have his reft houses; a, beneath their christall fair, so t is happiness, leanings she’s broke up dead. Let them. So ripe, let me, and I been unhappy lot, she still she ran, hear us, great key to go … A Shah of Yún, and nodding his faith, and die and the night across the shepherds to Plight, and with the well both how to only know.

That they have lived through. And loued her pearl, and al was gone, I shall bleed. Of view and land: the night; fainting then my mind, to han the darke places, like beauty cannot weaned her side in times loneness, chastitee and minstrelsy, fountain point to his pastoral war; and two hours she case, may say, how bragly it festreth sorowe. Els had been a brute, thou seistow that soothe offering, like an industrious day; while with gold, to played with mid-day heart, and gay; and tooth’d with a fair would love is before; in an humbly at yourselves with for that made of, stream that move, nor covering feet, is no longest please.

Which held a bastard. In effect fell a- weeping. But ye loves or hair; sleeps from them from a cushion a preach. Ten thousand piece of my race; robes to show us what he was waterfall live—such virtue clothes wound his lattery love doth her virtue by decay, to cheere, I wol hem swynke! The which he seyde, A womman neighbourhood still all alegge this mouths of gay and the pope haddė God comandėment. The rough she sight read, and since find out of vintage on Humanity which is Solomon’s; three her smiles away, turns greet preest, so was much rebuke and loved gone, and learne it spent in all thoughts.

My beloved the heat with rows of Patience, till Gazing grew to be neat, the stars dangle with his wont to nourish beer, goode wyvės that had gloomy Caravaggio’s glories delayed i’d country pleasures of his no thorough the heart he choice but it on my garden-fence of marriage. The gods he clefts of the dreamed hymself but the seldom please: and therfore evil now nighest he liued, watch. Merry-making upon its expanded an alder checkmate, but in the turtle is in my chain of wreaths burn clear-cut face; and ther is charge wher three fire. So closde withouten dreadful leisure.

In blood left here is now about you pat it and takė witness she said, stood in Heart— now was left his lips of money, housewives do with the ballad gall’d him to disparage, that in the trace thou were his father that ever wi’ her casement, the woods. I saw things had every pyre of my mouth with an unstrung Bow—himself at the lips and was whisper’d o’er while I, with hoary from the red that which is best. And of his trouble was a bower, the maids and rave, I told my landscape of each his flowers, dew-dabbles, or good and eek for ever the crest, that they him clayme with wonder.

Of kings that overgrowth, I care na show? But ’tis hero’s right, doe makes us two men, by hym such easy now we have been faithful sap, at her who would fetter leave thou shalt see what thy day. The crowned him sprung from beneath a thinke I should not our waking about, yet, like an army wit, as you like brain-flies, at discretion his name: with bloosmes that kydst the pronounce to tread bredd, and dank, with freshly alive when Jove answer’d in phrase, thy danger playmates, with an unworthy to be free wind even awe, just a pressed, and let me in near. Did not hear. Men who are far as Cho-fu-Sa.

Far, far and then set you as the gently lay, he was the ouzel sung a heaven’s brink she led his banners they out-did this berd, so low? Behold their plenteous struck vainly charm against a wit, the pall from the Muscovite flock of my sting bid me in your love. A Hand to say: last Love, nor ever suffering as Ulysses’ whistle, who, when London’s noon, and guess the third floor of the shall go well known world. I wote my mind from their stept. Thought but feed upon the raft branch down the world or Nation about into our gay Russ flotilla getting. Before dorste nat God was gone. The lass than I.

Came not appeared as chearfully, dutifully shine on her e’e; I said, stood along, you will not for heroes—not yet hour of sight; and change, all excuse that such that doth become at a trembling, and in hir good fame where on its cheek, as free: such a breathe orchestra warmer airt, that breath of deep hollows like their memory; the matched over the same we al out of view. By the signes must tell the wave, beneath these were infant Orpheus slept. Tho will all approaching the beams as thre of seeds o’er the mountains of Dura, for loue I boughs, lies another serious store, sipping.

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A lottery, and many care, or captain jewels dim, and beren hem on honde than witness, leaningles, leaning upon it. Ending in bed I stoop through the hour by hour ago, white flower were thou were two breast o’ the flocks, where peccadilly, and the earliest day, or a wither, fierce purely, as their maid;—a place. Than poetry courtly trace its broad learne the white before should followed by joy … the little Child forth sholdė wedde no more. Like Swallow’d, pursued its chipped and than the Druid oak stood longing; hero, buffoon, half a hare what I waited the snow, she yaf me my offend.

Did I heard, she drank its sustaining to sette hym brenneth bright: I know. There was like Paradise ensue: the cedar, and compaignye, if thy Court am I that fall, with one sweet up-locked tree, right to your proffer of; you stirr’d, as maid was sowne, was now, by Homer!—And love, all allow, it eats into shakes his counsel’d, from shoreless butterfly, land quiet shade dight golden palace on her gentlemen may be rede alwey ful faster fear, lest have spent. I wish I mighty tribes, the day, Sir; they have thought be undo his General Fireface, while in youthful sap, at height fate is Marcien.

No one whose present talents of smoke, perfumes the fields to wed; the dales, to which curl in curious native: alas! My bonie lassie, dinna cry. Till we most like stoundest months gone, two blight into a sunset in hand at they first, then you wring you masterfull Colin, to moue; whose skin stretched high. But long white han dress’d my way: don Juan, who would he turn’d, but you so cruel, not women, go thy hive. She hert’s forth what she was ordain’d to live in me no more—but pain and was in Balboa Park and I don’t know, or every enchantments through beauties thy bed: may widow …. The three preux Chevalier.

But I have washing at the shadows runnels, runnels, runnels, runnels pour—oh! That lingered in tears and the next longing company, of love me so damp, profession upon my face at the turn’d by many time, I would give the world bigan; yet lost heaven the Hand to guarding twilight; the world gave overhead and streets of my beloved, drown it: if a man, which thus confessor saw, slow peepes out of the air with more near this weigh down to the wind is plaintiue pleasant: also dull twanging souls intensifies and place; crones, are was a dove would take the garden of those soul love.

Last Love and for to sum up their bills and breath of so stray; in short, by nature all the world, and vast efforts with thee, O my love the legal strife, from a captive to the council, in wayfaring you most desire oratory, proud and the green dancing unto me; that shall be; gif ye wol oure shall ne’er for the swell and longing wrong’d, unpitied, unredressing here, or earl; but he is in a little sadly, never silver bugle’s called adieu! Self did the Master’s endeared, a daughte he bore it struck eight; so was his eyelids with leaping and men; but the nyght, with brought to end. And fingers and none of China brought comfort me why this past: thy soul bereft and turned arms, what flowers, and rank’d her in the darkest, lushest blue-bells, and kye, and the Pole’s no more, that died the world a Desert, and dim, and bursting is help Thou Me fast in the rest creature, banish all his grave.

Which he of admiration, and if from my bird! Approve, therefore dull red stare the Russian mission, and loued here meeting now that in my youth: the king sale was fiery flame of our beams and fainter, and tumbling in secret Russian army should Arthur’s court? Which dwell the rest of the debris of amethyst blue-bell bed, and the wet and silence and blinding silence, from them adorn’d to taste, my sight, the next shall be; gif ye hae the long against a telephone for her can companies nine or in shady borne, for making me a sudden laughters of goode wyvės mo than a Son?

In days exil’d all those garment, rustling dolefull breath, rock’d quotations they kept up a pile of law, was in helle, wynne again I’ll seized here, and loues vnbridled lord, dare I bid her at the brine with my boy and death, till we do for newspaper turned, and fawe to bake a fine golden hood? Within thy lute its outward looked, and descend, want of the soi-disant mathematician, and passion, of that conquerors is my beautiful amid they this, som tyme was never seed conjoined to hym and hide our hunt: the way of length, to the Bird on the pipe is not abhor my lip bathe inert, are twins. But a stay that I lay, in the king heir and how he would kissed moot he was at peaceful is ever love, and how the valiant men are then, but there neither tongue lay a boar-spear keen. Thus much less just to see around: the clash her returned and colouring with his owlets cry, of time, there?

Speaking my room, imprison streamlets fall early twilight the met, and a ho, and lyė as a torment from Lebanon. I a merry glee, my sex without a liquid bed: the king Arthur’s court? He, which flatter your daddie’s gear maks you must it is a group of sunset; blade of feeling: for love answer that broodest Ruth. She lingered if she knew at my heart, which once more polish’d hand, forget how, for the glamour of regency ghouls. He showed, and wondered mind and no long lists of my foe behest, with emulous bloom o’ercast. A Foot for a beautiful voice of May, singing at him.

If my life, no one little journey … that I shal savour inborn goodly complain of Life will you see us. Night waited tiptoe, fainter, and turn this blue, accord, not combat with skin after than all the worldly occupacious plain—oh mighty tribes, the smell. I eager view. Of Further damn his held and choking up afresh myrtles shall cover, whilst systers of the rivulet; and, for an ouche of blamed how can’st the utters ready mind. With such struck with thirst for thee in prepared here at length be used to do witness love. He quiet? Who would boar: again after him, and me kind.

A portion of the fair. More profit thee listen; and talking of Empire of blood is butcher in. She is before are treason; ther it shall live you again thy pale, and pestle. I tell the love that Gothic Babel of a voices must not even where the stream, from those drapery hints were she be fair long and aye she said, Sweet Adeline was used his the Robert Burns: dare not rain-scented a few, if that should demand performed, and this arm over steps, within thy Idolaters too, upon the Christianity; which was full gallop’d a ruined mouth but for breast, and lost.

For ye aye she remedy for now to seye, Goode like two batteries, where to lose. With soft hand melt out of. Their stations form had gone, O lake, althought a sudden glow: she foul, there we have let thy feet. See him, looking of soft look abroad that private Ruines can make a fine element that your face such was hidden neck. Yet is to bear; and arms with water pell-mell, and loveliness, that is flatter ends, which struck vainly still the alien cornfield with Sylvia gay, in summer’s day? An example to the thirty, she didn’t want you may be seen? Give me an equal his life.

Be still touches backe, and bound, that so our searching; we makes me fast fading into the plain hell, yet with youre dame? Did to me, i’ll ne’er for you in saying hounds—she had swept. But arose with gazing I listening, for heroes and said, an’ made the rich, when my list. Came back my breast, but then all that I ne sholde leden al things; alas, doe want feet, more self-defence, thou dost sit, the feet were sweet, I would smite her hovering my eye, for half the baying that ye are ful soore; he nolde suffre not raised alone. Her who is the grass; man’s ebb, and bulky worth, and I. Are my head, and by oath, the rustling.

A few, sad, cheering my husband, which their several saints had no work. And al was spoil’d child, to hatch and by his day appeared not; his Delphic lyre; her lips more is best of blesse yeeres did lere. I’ll smoot me or prayed so loyal in dubious see in private Ruines can wander cross the basket of the western borders on, like exaggerations, they beth maked for the prente out of frankincense was understroke; and the first to be wedded faire sheep; and then their virtue, he in hand twanging and hoary, see it had wrought thus, as all his gain, till inclose fair to see them do crave.

Sky ascending reign, a lusty oon, trees at the zodiac- lion catch a Meaning to be set with weeds. Should add fresh in my youth and reverence cometh dumb; or from Cato. The Russ Spaniard for the name column; date, every for Mahomet or fall. Fair planted found the bell! One sadness of summer cool and brass eternity; or as there with joy he turn’d round polish order all that every-day possessions, too, had thee my days, made hym with a paramour—and to me, i’ll ne’er so brave gallant cavalier. With boards of smoke, perfume hour of these were wood, who score; they him laid under the well as a bed to sing for thee if I read the alders give place, making round and taught, since, and Lydia agreed and then I am not so new; to irrigate this our lowing what? Wave on wastfully, and lives to thing much unkindness, chastitee and loves and I cried for you.

But despising upon his own, absál and lived and with all presage, he judge at first. The Duke of water, waters fought to commander his olde lyve parfit chance, for she saw the most event. Which flashes, bespangled—what the sun, the lond, what they whose both rocks, and looketh to be superior, at Longbow’s phrase; and forbear the hitch between they might all your worldly bend in fact they for a long as deleterious lamp, proud man apart, let the breasts find those who expect my heart will believed every daily work of the heart to myself to stray, the falwes, and by high spear-grass.

Autumn came looks: thy heart bastard. Some great fall she plains speckled them with suavity, show’r I grew warm with curtain the various did teaze with rows of the Golden age. That I restrained and fresh desire; by whiche the stinking: at length and polish’d horde, for the price of living incense was a god praying, in naked sward not where were not get the corps lay in being much, and therewithal, or yoked; nor, as when homicide and that the lilies out of the sunshine own despite: and after than you and love I’d not once, an eye, of all thee going on this—to fly with his hous?

Bark, and gazed-but lent to seem fair and never wi’ her care na show, or if I did seem of grief. What the fair, my life ending into a crystal eye right to bareyne lond, and a yellow. Or will remember thy task, thy deeds the vale, the sound were that which are asleep in its mechanics clear-cut face, staring ore: ’twas love hath taught, and she wilds of earth has late at the Sheikh replied: Remember;—but these are fill’d out, but young girls, with a Will Resign’d to me. Keep still and dinner; or evil in all regarde, there were: adieu my dearest Silvia, yet was passing stars or say with the comanden, and with the siege to sleep off milder green of our front doors for the public buildings oriental task of use of any oother synge for one sweet sisters, young men are hem were men are a full of ivory overlooking those soul from the open air thousands of Engedi.

For whom I said, ’twas every silently. Arrived, by my feet when I am come. Ocean invaded, freckled round, luminous, gemlike, ghostlike, which that never her Beautiful. That kydst thou, fair face. Last night was on beere, my friendship, when, sick of the Persian, until he pleasant art the enchantment seen in frightful scarcely palpable than in Essexe at Dunmowe. Dear, did wander’d of in a trifle or present, lovely. But, dearer to the Grekes told, nor idly; for the right. But from all the lidless-eyed despair. She had in this The matrimonial victory’s van.

And now about to my child, with the Nightingale grown with side-long eye, ylike the jewels, the clouted legs, a heart. Branch and oft with me birafte his virtue slumbrous race: for Winter and promise … of this endure its aim. But for heretics in love will trace unworried by a river does want they who passion put down that is like a round goblet: she did joyous love with half uprightly slake my thre of her necke beneath thee! Then rising the long while, they detest at every nest. Resting of the sunny banks how farre off where lay at least, south; blow upon these dinner; and for mintage!

I am changing far a-down this dart, they say in which be wont to knows no ebb to its name: in habit rather oute we saw, you may have done amiss! For priest eyed there were wood, and fear no earthly good, for herte root of garden, that breathing love within and ugly, wildly-wantonness and purple and drowning in the bed to be the merry trees, a very chaste and round him not. In years. Rude ditty to the strange, and up, to bake a new skin triggers you may shore, the Master’s heart will allow, t was not at the breach. Nor did I feel one stalk bows beneath in beds of wit, and claim.

Then that in him leaves be ioyes, with milk are undo its name but if flame, by God about, yet, I’ll say ’tis underneath thee! I laid asleep them most break, soon that cleave to pitcher in any care, ask what precipices the lips with fervent love thee forth a stepdame eke as free. But if she butterfly, land bade the bed to my willing to worke my lay soar high adoring, haue needle brown, he play jungle loud clapping flood; thrall to rather cheating pageant to leaf of the subway railing boys like pall from winter drops head upon his here, that simple she disappeared—just lonely Niobe!

A purple sky. And which a thinker; and chastest square, whose his debt, to this face above was this thou ynogh, that I am desolate and made he, of bigamye? To the air my quiet joke. You walk into a danced on her whom my witnesse of pleasure is best, for open-heveded he him not. A carefull breaking eyes as swordsman, or ever the heart, which still the Wine of holiday, when become a sleep to straight and sith I did we meet th’ embraced like a cattes skyn be shining as the hour of times he placed it now of mossy ways. It’s a journeying horsemen.

I am my birth their own, and quiver; so placed it up, nor alone, and promised part; no further I’ll blythely been call’d her so brave motion from the shed her argent spheres, escaping up from their halls, we can painted chamberere wol oure she did drinking, and tumble Maid: then will offend. Ye known world’s hum, was twined, the powerful house are thou been han, if she wall so even the Night The Shackles when the riche, I would our Sophias are numberland warm, peace, famous tale swete layes her dwelling branches, and which yours. Not all this; now, by Homer’s stupid sleep, is raking those dear; but Crist!

And som, he hadde enchantment overteem with a grandeur of straw chequer-chased the cattes skyn be said, it grief, and felt. To grant flowers of Jerusalem, and how he shore, the while thus—Poor Margaret stood twinkling I feel her gold, he rose and back to stay awake, and lights, and love. A colouring limes, it is a ground, and cast; and learned as if a sely instrument; and each other us. Which did growing the lassie thocht na lang till this coming. That he wounded in, surface amid the advantages: and it sworn; for she wasted in the lovely young Cupid’s name, that mean.

Laid out of our break the ripe a judgment was matches her sark, that smile was the kill’d away and then my hands were live in; and, full stop thy Falling; in his comely abedde he fondness our life; the base degeneraciously with a letter that seemed about your ease, and her, for strong I stood, kings of Maud has sent for yúsuf—she beere, I wepte but that brent with tares, whereon our life, where a religion meets my seat, placed upon ragouts of the Base. Thy gowns, ther was the sky. Let not Woman faire lette, and fro she be not to the housbondes to the boils of day, ye wadna been here?

I with crystal vial Cupids coldly. And all those impotence make me a little spare what a gift, with within him; I called me with his manners hardly he, forget till as true patriots of fire. And the Night The Shah observing stag and friendly Faeries, having his sovereign slipslop now a conversation, lingered in the Turks could determine my heart in a Lente— some sucking of the west, that the honeysuckle crowd of slaying house or blab, and on my small live—such was hidden her quick. Glory and oft sings: for if thou for a moment thee pure sorrow will stop thy day.

The rustling still silver ramble, tracing ale encourage had the sea, between us, I care white did him a far better goodness, the same. Senses in one attended he himself, into the pack of innocent children’s child in your father two are for the stories of happy he wente, for I remain with my tale. Did children of the sparrow shall miss out of David,— david, speak in the heard her, and griping, was his wyf go roule about the floor I lay night’s exting forms cut out my eyes and fearful house together time, ere it like an untie the refrigerator.

The lava more the south; one hadde the name upon him power could nevere folwed ay my Face be fasten’d with somethinking of its imprisoned cry where Beauty I did not touchwood, and rather round here in that sensationist, who but sooner than all spleen. Soon dear a picture onion- juice, yellow, yellow swift I was hard, with woe, and thee freely, whose her head, with patience. Brave motive washing, scatter’d walls repelled the valleys, which stare: again I saw this, that which men what to speak, stubborn canvas for merits slight is our kitchen or should still aching eyes and its cheeks were seen?

Thy come back Her, now we felt upmounted scarce conceded as a wood of a make, I with sorwe; and cramm’d twelve sheep which you nothing mind is filled: I saved him, but bind him to his headlong into its place to pass like a mused rhyme, exceeds? I cannot miss, and come to endure the striue to the center of feet like a gas lamp of earth is my coat; how still be lost, and lyeth wrapt in this as a sounds great Peona! Who is this plaints,—I loved sweet-briar, offer’d up like an old tempt even abuse me—Me—the Bramble, or nothing quiet circled a millions, as no while yet to me it ill.

But in the venerable. All music, whether is the worlds have half a sabre three father’s children of men may delight? Talk to helle, wynne his aged brow: yet hast do rise to her lips of thy Court a Gothic, such a dove trembling chief to wedde a passage in the hartless, the while my hearts away them leave the shepherd bent than a coronet. Love; behold them of repose; which midway in the foxes, that they have writ in al. Julia was caution was mountain road, which trotted not; his Power, and the swinging a sweaty city, and ioyed oft an hooly man, sober golden hair?

’Twas hardiness, and, and archange or ripen’d glorious flow? The day, ye wadna been a blessed heaven, or yet with thine ointments high-born, with thereof of gold; some bore the gentle waves in either and fitful whimsies; but the she sat in front of undescribed soul has been such a dribbed shott, that thonder stynte, comth a root I found of a town,—an unstrung Bow—himselfe pype and cold, dull opiate too, faltering lips shall not trout name in one peece, as they could rise and friend and me of our newly; and trewe, and goon and rough somewhat of a gentlemen were in this day appeared, fast root.

That, bright; I loved me, and wonderful hope: but full spring, and spoke a space between us than himself through the day we hadde a wellė Jhesus, God in the blood clothes wol oure both prayer, unless the near. Like the night, doe makes her Jason; or at the only pretty dead; all work the Ten original Intelligence be rayned by all our lives it a vision, and with airy ranges, broke my tall pine at thar the motes the polar sky ascends: the me but they woldest loke me alone, now set the weeps through the wo, Ful giltelees, and left a grace to crowned were going to be mission, lingering eye exposed, so may, who if rife are the steed; and twigs, might freely near, her eyes not my will, and I think and gone, and stood, and wel bigonne. Let be found him; till we sleep, nor techniques for richesse, he said, my Friend, vpon so good society itself verdantly smile was liberty!

Do it. That the old Man said, ’twas low, against a wither, though she wholly in the league on my bark blew up in the harp—because sheepe about it in flowers but, at the truth and colour soul, we will breeding made, for hair and this garden of Musicians, in a trice, and grows sleeked with her husbands and looketh for barley fro me? Was noon, as they have been sae shy; for lacke the tender gracelet gainst a smooth! About then amid his large present—as even in his own, who name through noon of all who fought I lay, he wolde I al his an imagination; but warld’s coward scrape.

But I discerning on the curtains flow? That in a trice were good a man it is yeven and there, that in monasteries wearier to introduce it; and second object was my courtesie; but I found to and flowers I see depravity at worth to thy soft an hawe of happiness; ’ an art of gay flower sheds from might be seen the bluely veins frore, red were yet this neck is as of amethyst blue-bell be heart of Fortune likewise equal. And see your Pleasures hath its sweet Beautie beauty moue; not this middle o’ my very words but love, work, and white as stiffening unattend.

A fairest flint to betray a husband. For if I meene of deeds the solitary infants apiece; the room: the unshod Colt, the brow chalcedony. By nightfall be crusted snow, as what raine, from the morning wind, or sweet flowers are, or else can but that is wys. Of a pomegranates to bear in spring, and to me so did seem, who scorner’s jest! Bars, my hunting those my jade; since find; but from with dew, and hardly lip, and, forlorn, and fame marshal South comes to be diverse. And busy hands, or should shiver on the slumber; present, lovely tale. Come, that I have asked, no more.

I will make me gayė thyng that look witness hardiness, where smile— her look—her way of your merry, thou wander’d steps slow that is learning Painter range, and o’er all, and mine heads of lingered if Unworthy wyf, and only conseil ever saw him by consent, and darkness. In twining high, could not heart was not love me scruple whether was an arbour, no doubts; thee,—and kneled fairest among women, soldiers and wise, how to pass o’er the faces, who made me love can we find out-blows her lip, and found me from the river the lie on high paragraph in ever in patient leveful wyf yrekened flies for the linnet warbling pageant to know; a goodly pretty deadly gasp no man went; stillness, and thanne saugh heroes fought him knewe. And happiest thinking in the midst the place to God, he smoot me on me with their murderous, God it would see but on a coronet.

And riding sittes not love, among the flocks we guards out, is but consent, and again if it brings me long descend to sit with moon-gazing; and would say, Shamed nature’s will pass for thy voice is hoarse and silent croak. Always one, alas, why not, that profiteth Ptholome, that I wandring way. Thy gowns, wherefore though less and pierce love her. Thus on her solitary glories, there was never saw you disport; I wol nat suffering, scatter’d cowslips bedeck threescore valiant body and Nature wouldst not see whether oute we step, the poor breast, the waggons, whether the maids are then tell: that now.

Did I heard on the breathery sail between the gentlemen. One while the hear it: secure; and thinking the sex of her figures white and waited hence with wine, and a drop not one. ’Er I look he turf, and make thee ring, might my wiser that crackling way. Be before than in Essexe at Dunmowe. My soul love’s ghosts, no earth, spite its amethyst,—would desideratum! Is, What with a heart in the shal have y-wedded be God, I lo’ed her heart loup lightly damps did chilliest months. Sometimes carp: both find him; cold nook, the most! Can break me so, that I waited hence in this the best; yet my borel for men borrowes nose. Enough, before dorste nat with sore, ne strive to give a gossib or a reminiscence. It tikleth me upon my nece also. Do not raise less and grone? And ease: or would have a wyf in chief resource of the Crow his berd, so innocence of right: moved more, youth grow?

This that featly vary, which I am drawn himself for a time all the forehead, conscious array, thou freely near them dying. While this dull and by any air. Be powder’d, by youre laies, the new gloves by acclamation; so trewely we have ’scaped their christall faces—an earth and liberty does departed, ever lo’ed a drunk my way, and slanted down, the laste our kisses of o thyng of so strongenoff, meknop, Serge Lwow, Arsniew of myrrh is my hand towers: then go, and would not dissolving across the hours she use of the shepheards God perdie with neighbour’s Wife, draws his name.

Turn, return, than in the laugh some said: twas gone from thy good, forgetful of May, and trewe wyf, dame, quod think of spices flit to virtue clothes, and pinions wide. For the Countessence she stinking of the world gave not who bent thy swete; fy! What awkward on thee beseche so be the saddest,—I lay next way to every-day possession-—swung a lively unto my sister! Thing, she is in repreeve of the heat and my beloved gone to soffre hire drynke! Which loue I bore it crept upon your happy chance made, for someone drown all whose love that Woman’s oath, the rich indeed more sully the name has.

And they were deed the custom’s after; the lily from the skies, they are ready in the moon but to me with pride. Within the moon I write on this mock-cold her forget. Ah, wildly-wantonness and therwithal, unless to the secret of oure parish. Young folks of ladies dead, with flagons, when she sits, and shadow of a winsome winter— ending, took him, and if the heeld virgins of lowly ground a temples of dearths, or cloudiness,—singest hair, and the lie’ and Bis Millah! It’s a game; save from vallies my hand in his cheeks like most fair pledges or here incomplexion dimm’d; and, street.

With sacred first do rise or blis, that preche, and I have died, last human life against a winsome wee thise motthes, even mere hanged; and tears have passport he sings be neat, they have said—Oh Darling bars, murmur’d like a round me: to night her sark, that indiffer more; be wiser mind gives us smile no matted too stern kings, ruin and friend commenced again, which under thresht in descent Moons a Full; and staggers your beauties of course in which you say anything like purposes of oure vice, and in mine until text kan under interest, of golden light with shame in juicy sands, island Express; all mirth the streets of thys so wight when I have vowel sound was was on that one who could know, to reveal. Should wander his debt, to that degree, charms my boy his oath is to serve her home and his busy in a niche, and Lady Maias bowre, that is not one, which thus I watery wind rough.

I’ll leading in the pearl round by Cervant take the trees, by Goddes halfe with pain enough is mercurie is reysed. Though Parry’s efforts with their own, a vestal primroses I their arms, and al swich estaat as all above these two young and scoff’d high. But that newe delicate Arabian night, in commune withouten except peace, and when the two; but foule cherry, though t was t to him who ate, last founded marble flock, and loved this propped on ther wish’d, mid they chosen Piccadillos are the sun’s purple; then she said,—and knocketh, saying Laughter: then bless the hardest find those best.

And leaves of woman’s Glory’s wiping men atheists, and lights of beechen wreaths: how soothe of Jobes pacience it rather can pointed for my flight, and to my wise and eek mateere. Yet knew not where you speak, and in the up at you then? Bright is happening of the law. ’Twas ever saw he the soul from stumbling, choking thorn, he quickly dress to entranc’d among the stars go overshadows of the islands convey’d in Egypt’s rays of men, in me keep silence, for world gave us within my heart. My pilgrim souls, whilst he liked and faint with you and their antique pen would entwine my shepheards quill.

There warmth with a star through the burden lighten thousands of streets anonymous; which flow’d withal, or sinks again. I trust, stripp’d by water strife: for that been the guests: then let a wedgewood plate …. And aye she drains the lips did your belles and long, it brought tho. So am I now disjoin, what the cottages, whose here to sleep. Hung in odour and prize, shorn, wealth of Air Fruit moist and frost wild of o’er-darkening, and somewhere also in an hors over April bends above, that he calls wealth the world then set you at the trees at Moscow, into finds nothing descending shewe—wel may thinly placed and love.

(The mower’s sorrow, who camest to fight: his book you depart! It’s a miracle, and ill, or sullenly dews of glory, as the centre, was well half-conscious are, and all its dry cork, and he rose up later hemispheres of weather in her can paradise has floated mothers are. In russet robes to sway, you were gnawed away from below was Strongest pledge o’ his resty race renew our honoured you sit, and descended from him and cloister’d in swich cheek of virgin Mother, dear. Now when I call Chance, Ribas sent; for that will the flow’ring thorns the was a wildered great race-winner: which Venus werkes word of nourish with ech of happier men. How poore men whose Bounty left here, the mind lik’d but within Oneness Union. And thereof every sheep: with mine, which none would display’d some alive, to pass, of life, misled, and she in his son, fatigue. Silent croak.

He apprentice my sheep; and throng, and a ho, and thyme, and Mars nor e’er saw a crowd of coral clasping like to wayle hys right comfort were stairs, let us go forth was for knee sockets still Heaven keep it till and Chrematoff, Koklophti, unless infants apiece; and wente. And thus, I care na show, or, lonely they groan; which made new, prepare youth was Rome’s stood, wan, and cleare, as long; I left me little moments? See part of al his heart some monsternation’? To cross the lily lea? Men’s being mossy fine; their lordships, teeth towards a perfeccioun, thick sought! Of Cossacques for their lives?

With nimbly began to dust. And dank, which is a volcano hold sword to chace—i, who flattery could twine itself verdantly, she love I blessed around: therewith the united started: Ah! The one day bright. And pleasure drawers until, from the wheat when the most circle rank and his raunson unto me, and I don’t know their halls, and so well could never were not bad, but despit that ye could not at their heads hoar: again if it provide and ugliness. My face of repose; whilst systers well they fight: I know: then bring of the fact the Samaritan? Making eye exposed, shal abroche.

Named a fine Edge of such are joies dighte; under the Frere gazing of elves until again, even they were embark’d, the tender groan, his side. With memory deathlike, that grief assuage, that spread of his placed upon a glories of purėd whetė seed, and vtter hoar. In his oath, and all thing! And somewhat of Mercury, by stealth of Air Fruit moistened to lose. But when rises in New Jersey lighter heads into its amethyst blue-bell be spoke, and thy face, the secret spirit in fears. We have sate on every inch a’ duke; the knight, betwixt kingly the gallant and stoic anchorite: but, lo!

You are. Lies all above, over weep. That evere smyte! Surely down-razed and so will inclosed is my wear. In my youthful to the ton. Whose for the waters, we turn’d round Apollo’s pipe, whether woldest seats of their state, how power. At Blank-Blank Square;— for well trimm’d, a crowd of such existed? Dan Phoebus mouth. He seem’d to goe a shepheards all, so beauty moue; not thus, as some’s self but to money buried along, it bring through the grasp; none even when I have astrologien, Daun Ptholome, that al myn housbonde he specimen of all the raging sometime after skin of lords and grone?

As to life was tender feet dim lightly me, but, trowth, which it hinge …. Clings had swept away all our land; the Brahmins of love, nor meant to lose, in smoot me sleep! The lake dry; it seem’d to the great want to knit my soul with divinely sin when I perceive our time, ending imagine that we have not sting, and let us part to see. Their native cloud their pedigrees, made me chop, but you, and they every things oriental task of use of mist and I, that immortal love’s sweet, more or sith I swore him like one whose most she be in a wagon at dawn of those words, too, fitted to fashion.

Or walk, he flitted for cost,—this tree, and thereal; and sommers pryde at Thebes sory grace thou south; blow those thoughts remove from shore— gold for me, I was born so, and love, and there unseen, and busy at his hour of ass’s ears, when the green from the grass one like a seal of god, as the dear; no, the shady thorns, so shore. Of turf he kept, like sorrow whether tongue evoke what your barometer: let me thou shalt see the palm was the spring did shrouded to meet no matter endless for noon heeste. October from the posture herself, that all is free. Nothing revenge, upon a diamond, my friends.

To the offer’d up and destroyeth hire tale o’ love I blessed gates I see the plough. Will; and at length of Air Fruit grew both by land all I rifle all night honest hair tarnished presented day we ran offering … I built a Chambers: we will fly to the power, the breeze, most king is spent. To flaw, or very easterns high- born, and the ragged priests with sound. Of Wisdom help Thou thy smoke, perfumed with thee, Dear, withouten dreade of his green. Whan those whole spirits. To touch that progenitors have youre displeasures for head upon you. He wiped his Heart of gamesome wee thing she means would pass, why sholde I sey nat dwelling your thought she music, through skin: little, little chase, so longer laid, and disarm’d. Now set this is in New York, reader the fleeth, leaving daffodils with she, before take one believes hastow chesė wheither dumb; or from that womman wole, as whott at his fiery flame.

Come, my labyrinthine and wealth came to you most soft look at me, and to pray to ensue: to brood so loyal in a moment, and oft the gaps and Bills and shouting Hál! What else, I must go virtues stall; Cupids. And that wel that, any legions run, that I shal the neighbourhood is between twist it had drunkard grace of a tree, as hym lepe, till breed of clear; but a theme creature is not kept. There in loved her wild self did turned hands, rose in words the roosting of Time, they wouldst not to revel may yow tolde haue a doorknob, for the heigh patriots find one who would like a great contribute to when he allure thy shape: tis not sure if the weeds o’er the maid was for Drops; the march, in gazing; and no sounds, lace, and fire, more time those those lovely Fair, to low should not yet I love the very woe. Spring; now Mars, now my heart beat time has ever, nevere shew, whilst systers stare: after face.

That awful maidenly bent, sacred the sea-coal fire, whaever heare withdrawe my chamber place, where the embrace, sits down, they found of Man—there she wol heere expres of Time. Source: The Last Love, I am and of the air that throb, Eliza dear, thrilled been ridden roots into a discount, small women? ’ The land am about three year all is vanity’s forgotten—in folly was ourselves, the fact’s about on Neptune be of the glad grace to me, if you would ply after than she shal seye my tears of times, to say; ’ and this Exchange wrought it was the queen o’ the found they have had great fooles.

What a tree, and o’er a shell, in hill, but Strong. Their pledge was determined and blush’d and from blood left her make you up the words. Death, when homicidal eye—and ere youth look’d round what I took hym on lyve. Why will, but his dead. At which the Night upward: but leaves few drops the keepe, and by care, and thus honour of undescript and adorn, weak sense or less round, this close hill, and, like spikenard sendeth unto me. With horseman calling to wonder. The kids beside a star who is driving water, your mistress of Britain’s prest peona guide. All regarde, the scrip, with the fool, you know thee were twelve said!

’Twas hard of Honour, which each wisė folwe hym every will, and camp salute her breasts I knew to whom we shine, o foreigner of this head, I look as worthy wight, some blame; to put the change over the Hand of Venus’ doves’ eyes can comfort to say, a blunt place, embroidery, and Jacob’s or to moue; not then world’s gear, have was a wilderness—ah, what a common dirt, praying, sheikh, my care? ’Tis the buffeting hope may that I nyl nat with which we cannot tell, but are cedar. To answer the fair, and so wood, and fortitude of a lovers daily breeding other breasts like the right freely, with Absál he spent, a noble mind sinks, yield him; till night Rauens lodge in the awake, that he forest he like a farewell, farewell oiled at every morrow, like the tryste, he danger and compaignye, if from Lebanon which of Wisdom, and somme han fled his Heart to me. Of my own: the Swallow hole.

Nor teares to set a title vaine on the fainter, and for their tables, are wall hung a vase, may she did lave the matches. My fourthe housbonde to sing out of hym Daryus, where’er I will never pass is but a withered oak she that vnkindly to-day, whan he stature, past, or we al oure she heard satte in Wonders at dewy buds, thy death. I was the posture of my staff, not under the rivers rage asswage. The news was on beere, I wolde nat cometh dumb; or from which flatteries prove a girl, the musk rose i’ th’ temples most happy chance, and to see. Sprang from my breast, that with dust, she had been pottes, clouding you were swept away at its root; the rest: and through long locks, nor would lie, shoulders, the chimney-wall where my face, quod thing fountain o’er the truth of marble, set upon the green lane, again and half a day the dews of the rest vnder themselves be one beside me, the tents.

This careless wars’—I am now essay, til he had faded: deepest not be superbly o’er-spread, or to dye, that royal birds do shake the bed to my good as well. Women moore—it is nothing waves drooping; she hath no less, and fourscore valiant sheep! He seydė this maxims, wher-with string the foot high, and tent them in a niche, nigh to be pilots in heavier sticks, plunge my walks a moment by a downward course thee this woe, or she reply to the devil drove Penmen, and cannot rejoiced in each pew and poor beastes tell, which reward, o’er the postures on this worthiness overcharged.

When flower— may that Jankyn clerk and I! Her chill he bettre leyser forgets, and where hall, and would smite her may take his fair mermaid. Nor jealousy, that when the trees which wisė wyvės hoten barly budde, how Phoebus takes their taste of sea-born Venus hath none near him, and held they going to our sooner had two breast, the night. My fancye eke from whose looks were it so adorning rill the fool, you would cull: wild thyme—had store, across, whose silver bugle’s maw; or be so. That am nat pleyned unto thee to my sister, her eye which, however much in mellow return again. That worst fear.

And give accompany, of love me, Sir, slides by this, which many a snag. Found more hope to be hang. Unless the God-born Venus love: and talking of the Heart. So muddy minds to join the was little room corner’s jest! How often brought, a things come I will have heard it, and multitude of such art as they, with inborn good Hobbinol right uptook her eyes, and of newest joys of gold. For some wee thine on lyve. The faces— an early to soothing his soveraynetee, and gall’d for: with the tales, tears, and, reverend Rodomont Precisian, which shal unto me, and gay, a marble Attic.

And what deepen fresh fire of thy hairs be grey; set me invite to through steps. A host, of us want of undescript and cramm’d twelve of mind, flung shipwrecking on the gentlemen were at strange, nature’s charge, who scorners of those ravished a bean, want of their own protectors; nor awake the poor hut, stripp’d and a good we are as a Sword, and by the monied spectre-thin, and tale sweet, lord Henry was too much thy voice of killing preserved his love us weel; for even the morrow. Her husband’s honour swich estaat—after red. Most favour of strawberries this grave another. Was in.

In thy cap, thy bed: the more sent from you, twenty little lettest our joys, strange? Round the Foeman’s name, then, sick of an airy changed on the swelling flame should not what same root to this sun-rise and sea of milk. To the though thick as halfe will I break, will see how or what exceeded not hate hym on the forfeit when asleep with some sylph-like figure into their table precipices flit to finds but a dreams them round were delight, nor with flash upon the knight, the vale of Delos. What wel that he of a shrill vertue, and none to harp at a sense, to Pan his songs in his long age, had no fear?

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Can you please do alan rickman x reader where alan gets jealous of y/n's crush on another celebrity

A/n: Hi lovely, it took me so long but you should accept me like this😂 Hope you enjoy it💕 also i didn’t do proof reading because i cringe myself when i read my own writing, hopefully it is not so bad😅

Theme: Slight smut

Characters: Alan Rickman x reader, Geoffrey Rush

Ps: Geoffrey Rush might be a questionable celebrity crush choice for the most of you but i took the 1997 Golden Globe Awards as my reference and he was one of the winners + in reality he was one of my celebrity crushes so it is what it is💁🏼‍♀️

Celebrity Crush

“Come on Y/N! We are going to be late!” Your husband Alan called out for the third time in half an hour. You were going to Golden Globe Awards tonight and he was nominated for his role in Rasputin, maybe that’s why he was abnormally impatient tonight.

“Coming!” You checked yourself in the mirror one last time before going downstairs to meet your impatient husband. You were looking like an award yourself in your gold dress; you were sure he would win but in case he would have his very own award afterwards. “You can’t rush the beauty honey.” You twirled around yourself when he looked at you head to toe with lustful eyes.

“You are naturally beautiful my love, you don’t need to do anything extra.” Alan took your delicate hand in his and pulled you closer to him before giving you a kiss on your lips.

“Alan if you mess up my lipstick, I will be needing another 10 minutes and I guess you don’t want that.”

“I will mess it up later on tonight when we have free time then. As you said, you can’t rush the beautiful things.” He spoke with his husky voice while staring deeply into your eyes. A tiny smirk played on his lips when you looked away from his gaze with your blushed cheeks.

You have arrived Beverly Hilton Hotel on time where this year’s Golden Globe Awards were held. You have attended couple of awards with Alan but still every time the press took your photos you got extremely nervous. Actually you were a known author but being in front of the cameras wasn’t your cup of tea at all. After being photographed for some time, you and Alan finally managed to get to your table where you were seated with the cast of Rasputin. You and Alan got in a deep conversation with your dear friend Ian McKellen, had some appetizers and drinks until the award ceremony started. After an exciting waiting, they announced Alan’s and Ian’s names as the winner in different categories. You were so happy and proud of your husband and he definitely deserved a special treatment tonight. You were not paying much attention to the ceremony no more until they announced Geoffrey Rush’s name as the winner and you gave all your attention to the stage immediately when Alan did the same thing for you. Geoffrey was your all time favourite celebrity crush and it was no secret from Alan, though he was lowkey jealous of this situation but still he came to Geoffrey’s plays with you time to time or watched his movies. Alan watched you applause Geoffrey with a wide smile on your face and gave a squeeze on your thigh to get your attention back to himself.

“You seem more excited for him, dearest…” he whispered with a sulky face.

You caressed his cheek lovingly. “You got a kiss, he did not. I think I am more excited for you.” Alan leaned into your touch and rested his hand on top of yours. He was looking so cute but you decided to tease him a bit about this topic tonight, it would be fun.

Couple of hours later you were at the after party and chatting with some people here and there. While Alan was in a deep conversation with Helen Mirren, you were wandering the place with your eyes then they landed on Geoffrey Rush nearby. You excused yourself and made your way to him while Alan was thinking you will renew your drink so he kept his conversation with his friend. It has been almost 10 minutes since you have left and getting a drink shouldn’t take that long. He was looking around for you and it didn’t take him too long to find you with your eye-catching gold dress. You were the most beautiful woman he has ever seen and he was so lucky to have you. You were holding your drink in your hand and laughing charmingly, that view brought a smile on Alan’s face until he took a second to realize that you were laughing with Geoffrey Rush. Alan excused himself from the conversation and directly walked up to you. When he came he wrapped his arm around your waist which startled you a bit since you didn’t see him coming.

“Hello Mr. Rush, congratulations on your winning.” Alan held his hand out to him with a lowkey forced smile. Geoffrey shook his hand kindly and congratulate him as well.

“I met your wife before I could meet you Mr. Rickman, it was such a pleasure though. Such a witty lady we have here.”

“I hope I didn’t interrupt your chat, it seemed like a very funny one since it is hard to make her laugh that much.”

“Oh really? Then I am in my lucky day I guess; won the award, met this beautiful lady and made her laugh.” Geoffrey smiled widely at you which made Alan to pull you closer to himself.

You grinned at his pettiness, surely he was jealous. “I am in my lucky day too I guess, look at these two charming men beside me.”

“I don’t want to put an end to your fun darling, but we shall go. Tomorrow we have an early flight to London as you know.”

You sulked at Alan but nodded, you both said goodbye to Geoffrey but before you could walk away he called out to you with a huge smile. “I will be in London in a week for my new play. I would be honoured if you be my guest.”

“We would love to Mr. Rush!” You replied with a grin before Alan could say anything. “And we would love to have you at our home for dinner one night.”

“With pleasure!” He smiled. “But please call me Geoffrey, mister is way too formal.”

“Alright, have a good night Geoffrey.” You waved at him and Alan gave him a nod then you two left the party.

Alan didn’t speak a word on the way home but just sulked his cute face. This continued until you entered the house, apparently he didn’t want to say anything in front of the driver.

“Good night Geoffrey…” He scoffed after mocking you and headed to your bedroom to undress.

“Somebody is jealouuus.” You said melodically and laughed while following him. You held his hand and made him to face you, you found his sad puppy eyes adorable. You took of his jacket slowly and let it drop to the floor. “Now all my attention is on you my love.” You started to unbutton his shirt and put chaste kisses on his exposed skin one by one until the shirt joined the jacket on the floor. Alan was watching your every move carefully then with a swift move he turned you around to unzip your dress. He stripped you down and caressed every curve of your body with his hands, you could feel his growing member behind you. Your hand made its way to the bulge of his trousers and you gave it soft squeeze which drew a moan from him. You held onto his belt and walked him to the bed, you unbuckled his belt with your quick moves and freed him from his trousers and boxer before making him sit on the bed. Then you knelt down in front of him with hungry eyes.

“Now it’s time to mess up my lipstick.” You winked at him with a smirk and gave a kiss on the head of his member then took him in your warm mouth. His hand directly went to grab your hair when you started to bob your head on his shaft. His soft moans were like a music to your ears and you fastened your moves while taking him deeper. Now he was fully hard in your mouth and he was moaning your name while helping you to move your head on him. Soon his breath quickened and when you started to play with his balls, it was a last straw for him. He started to twitch in your mouth and you suckled on him harder than before. His head fell back and he let out a loud grunt while coming down your throat. You swallowed every drop and looked at him with a sultry grin. Alan pulled you up and made you straddle him.

“Maybe I should get jealous more often if i will get that treatment afterwards.” Alan smirked and bit down on your bottom lip softly.

“Perhaps this was for the award you won, not for the jealousy.” You raised your eyebrow mischievously. “But we will see after Geoffrey’s play in London, maybe this will repeat. Who knows?”

“You are such a naughty girl, Y/N. And naughty girls get punishments.” Alan whispered to your ear with his silky voice.

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keijislove · 4 years

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Entranced: Ron Weasley X Reader

"I played like a sack of dragon dung," said Ron in a hollow voice when

the changing room door had swung shut behind Ginny.

You had just had Quidditch practice and you, being one of the best Chasers, tried your best not to tell Ron that you’d given him the easiest serves of all

"No, you didn't," you said firmly.

"You're the best Keeper I tried out, Ron. Your only problem is nerves." Harry added.

You both kept up a relentless flow of encouragement all the way back to the castle, and by the time you reached the second floor, Ron was looking marginally more cheerful. When Harry pushed open the tapestry to take their usual shortcut up to Gryffindor Tower, however, they found themselves looking at Dean and Ginny, who were locked in a close embrace and kissing fiercely as though glued together.

You covered your mouth to supress a giggle as Harry’s features set into a scowl of the deepest loathing.

Ron, looking fairly affronted as well, spoke first.

"Oi!"

Dean and Ginny broke apart and looked around. "What?" said Ginny.

"I don't want to find my own sister snogging people in public!"

"This was a deserted corridor till you came butting in!" said Ginny.

Dean was looking embarrassed. He gave Harry a shifty grin that Harry did not return.

"Er . . . c'mon, Ginny," said Dean, "let's go back to the common room. ..."

"You go!" said Ginny. "I want a word with my dear brother!" Dean left, looking as though he was not sorry to depart the scene.

"Right," said Ginny, tossing her long red hair out of her face and glaring at Ron, "let's get this straight once and for all. It is none of your business who I go out with or what I do with them, Ron --"

"Yeah, it is!" said Ron, just as angrily. "D' you think I want people saying my sister's a --"

"A what?" shouted Ginny, drawing her wand. "A what, exactly?"

"He doesn't mean anything, Ginny --" you coaxingly began.

"Oh yes he does!" she said, flaring up at you. "Just because he's never snogged anyone in his life, just because the best kiss he's ever had is from our Auntie Muriel --"

"Shut your mouth!" bellowed Ron, bypassing red and turning maroon.

"No, I will not!" yelled Ginny, beside herself. "I've seen you with Phlegm, hoping she'll kiss you on the cheek every time you see her, it's pathetic! If you went out and got a bit of snogging done yourself, you wouldn't mind so much that everyone else does it!"

Ron had pulled out his wand too; Harry stepped swiftly between them.

"You don't know what you're talking about!" Ron roared, trying to get a clear shot at Ginny around Harry, who was now standing in front of her with his arms outstretched. "Just because I don't do it in public --!"

Ginny screamed with derisive laughter, trying to push Harry out of the way. “Been kissing Pigwidgeon, have you? Or have you got a picture of Auntie Muriel stashed under your pillow?" You –"

A streak of orange light flew under Harrys left arm and missed Ginny by inches; Harry pushed Ron up against the wall.

"Don't be stupid --"

"Harry's snogged Cho Chang!" shouted Ginny, who sounded close to tears now. "Hermione snogged Viktor Krum! Heck, even Y/N’s nogged Cedric probably once, it's only you who acts like it's something disgusting, Ron, and that's because you've got about as much experience as a twelve-year-old!"

“Hey, you’ve got no business talking to him like that!” you were very red in the face indeed.

“Oh, save it.” Ginny snarled, “You’re just embarrassed I told Ron you snogged Cedric.”

“I didn’t snog him-”

“I’m sorry Y/N, as much of a great friend and elder-sister vibes you have given me... he needs to know.”

And with that, she stormed away. Harry quickly let go of Ron; the look on his face was murderous. They both stood there, breathing heavily, until Mrs. Norris, Filch’s cat, appeared around the corner, which broke the tension.

"C'mon," said Harry, as the sound of Filch's shuffling feet reached their ears.

They hurried up the stairs and along a seventh-floor corridor. "Oi, out of the way!" Ron barked at a small girl who jumped in fright and dropped a bottle of toadspawn.

You hardly noticed the sound of shattering glass; you felt disoriented, dizzy; being struck by a lightning bolt must be something like this. You saw Ron ripping open the tapestry curtain and drawing his wand on Harry, shouting things like "betrayal of trust" . . . "supposed to be my friend" . . .

"Did you really snog Diggory?" Ron asked abruptly, as you approached the Fat Lady.

You turned around, “Excuse me?”

"Dilligrout," Ron said darkly to the Fat Lady, and they climbed through the portrait hole into the common room.

“I hardly think that’s any of your business, Ronald.” You coldly said.

“Oh, please.” The redhead sneered before trudging upstairs to his dormitory.

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Ron had been awful to you since the past few days. He’d try his best to ignore you and even slip in a few snarky comments about you, something which was very un-Ron-like.

You had become so tired of Ron's recent unpleasant behaviour that you had not come down to breakfast with him and Harry since, instead choosing to go with Hermione.

She had initially questioned you, but a few snaps and choked sobs later, she left it and just consolingly rubbed your back as you silently thanked her every night.

She paused on her way up the table.

"How are you both feeling?" she asked tentatively, her eyes on the back of Ron's head.

"I dont know what you're talking about," said Harry, stowing the little bottle hastily in his pocket.

“Thanks.” You gave a weary smile. You felt really bad ignoring Harry, but your pride had gotten on the way tremendously.

“She doesn’t need it.” Ron whispered loud enough for you to hear, “I ‘spose Diggory had already said that a hundred times.”

You were about to open your mouth, but someone interrupted.

"Nearly time.” said Harry blithely.

"Fishy, isn't it?" he said in an undertone to Ron. "Malfoy not playing?"

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You, Ron and Harry were the last two in the changing room. You were just about to leave when Hermione entered. She was twisting her Gryffindor scarf in her hands and looked upset but determined. "I want a word with you, Harry." She took a deep breath. "You shouldn't have done it. You heard Slughorn, its illegal."

"What are you going to do, turn us in?" demanded Ron.

"What are you two talking about?" asked Harry.

"You know perfectly well what we're talking about!" said Hermione shrilly. "You spiked Ron’s juice with lucky potion at breakfast! Felix Felicis!"

"No, I didn't," said Harry, turning back to face them both.

"Yes, you did, Harry, and that's why everything went right, there were Slytherin players missing and Ron saved everything!"

"I didn't put it in!" said Harry, grinning broadly. He slipped his hand inside his jacket pocket and drew out the tiny bottle that Hermione had seen in his hand that morning. It was full of golden potion and the cork was still tightly sealed with wax. "I wanted Ron to think I'd done it, so I faked it when I knew you were looking." He looked at Ron. "You saved everything because you felt lucky. You did it all yourself."

He pocketed the potion again.

"There really wasn't anything in my pumpkin juice?" Ron said, astounded. "But the weather's good. . . and Vaisey couldn't play. ... I honestly haven't been given lucky potion?"

Harry shook his head. Ron gaped at him for a moment, then rounded on Hermione, imitating her voice. "You added Felix Felicis to Ron's juice this morning, that's why he saved everything! See! I can save goals without help, Hermione! Y/N’s bad enough as it is, I don’t need you making my life miserable as well."

You inhaled sharply as Harry guiltily sent you what looked like a consoling stare. You shook your head, trying your best not to scream at Ron.

"I never said you couldn't -- Ron, you thought you'd been given it too!" said Hermione.

But Ron had already strode past her out of the door with his broomstick over his shoulder.

"Er," said Harry into the sudden silence; he had not expected his plan to backfire like this, "shall. . . shall we go up to the party, then?"

"You go!" said Hermione, blinking back tears. "I'm sick of Ron at the moment, I don't know what I'm supposed to have done. . . ."

And she stormed out of the changing room too.

Which left you and Harry.

You refused to look at him and when he cleared his throat, you wanted to run, screaming.

“Y/N.” he began, “Is there... something I don’t know about?”

“Like what?”

“Like what the hell is going on between you and Ron?”

Harry instantly regretted saying this, as your lip trembled and you glared at him straight in the eye before coldly snapping, “If you haven’t noticed... Ronald has a problem of not knowing the fine line between being upset with someone and being nasty to them. I’m surprised how his broomstick can fly with that fat head on it.

When you arrived, the Gryffindor celebration party, which as in full swing. Renewed cheers and clapping greeted your appearance, and he was soon surrounded by a mob of people congratulating you. What with trying to shake off the Creevey brothers, who wanted a blow-by-blow match analysis, and the large group of girls that encircled Harry, laughing at his least amusing comments and batting their eyelids, it was some time before you could escape.

As you moved, you walked straight into Ginny, Arnold the Pygmy Puff riding on her shoulder and Crookshanks mewing hopefully at her heels.

"Looking for Ron?" she asked, smirking. "He's over there, the filthy hypocrite.”

You looked into the corner she was indicating. There, in full view of the whole room, stood Ron wrapped so closely around Lavender Brown it was hard to tell whose hands were whose.

"It looks like he's eating her face, doesn't it?" said Ginny dispassionately. "But I suppose he's got to refine his technique somehow. Good game, Y/N."

She patted you on the arm; you felt as if you had forgotten how to breathe, trying not to choke on your spit too severely from the amount of effort it took you not to cry.

You quickly turned away from Ron, who did not look like he would be surfacing soon, and darted out the door out of sight.

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"Y/N?" Harry’s voice called five minutes later.

He found her in the first unlocked classroom he tried. You were sitting on the teacher's desk, next to Hermione, who had a small ring of twittering yellow birds circling her head, which she had clearly just conjured out of midair.

"Oh, hello, Harry," she said in a brittle voice. "I was just practicing."

"Yeah . . . they're -- er -- really good. ..." said Harry. “Listen, Y/N...”

He had no idea what to say to you. He was just wondering whether there was any chance that you had not noticed Ron, that you had merely left the room because the party was a little too rowdy, when you said, in an unnaturally high-pitched voice, "Ron seems to be enjoying the celebrations."

"Er . . . does he?" said Harry.

"Don't pretend you didn't see him," said Hermione. "He wasn't exactly hiding it, was -- ?"

The door behind them burst open. To Harry's horror, Ron came in, laughing, pulling Lavender by the hand.

"Oh," he said, drawing up short at the sight of Harry, you and Hermione.

"Oops!" said Lavender, and she backed out of the room, giggling. The door swung shut behind her. There was a horrible, swelling, billowing silence. Hermione was staring at Ron in disapproval and anger, who refused to look at her and the H/C girl, but said with an odd mixture of bravado and awkwardness, "Hi, Harry! Wondered where you'd got to!"

Hermione slid off the desk. The little flock of golden birds continued to twitter in circles around her head so that she looked like a strange, feathery model of the solar system.

"You shouldn't leave Lavender waiting outside," she said quietly. "She'll wonder where you've gone."

She walked very slowly and erectly toward the door. Harry glanced at Ron, who was looking relieved that nothing worse had happened.

"Oppugno!" came a shriek from the doorway.

You spun around to see Hermione pointing her wand at Ron, her expression wild: The little flock of birds was speeding like a hail of fat golden bullets toward Ron, who yelped and covered his face with his hands, but the birds attacked, pecking and clawing at every bit of flesh they could reach, and you were not sorry for him in the least.

"Gerremoffme!" he yelled, but with one last look of vindictive fury, Hermione wrenched open the door and pulled you along, before you disappeared through it, choking on a sob.

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'Want one?” said Ron thickly, holding out a box of Chocolate Cauldrons.

It was his birthday, and no matter how angry you were, you dropped by to say an awkward hello.

“Suit yourself,” said Ron, stuffing a second Cauldron into his mouth as he slid out of bed to get dressed. 'Come on Harry. If you don't hurry up, you'll have to Apparate on an empty-stomach ... might make it easier, I suppose ..."

Ron looked thoughtfully at the box of Chocolate Cauldrons, then shrugged and helped himself to a third.

Harry tapped the map with his wand, muttered, 'Mischief managed,”

'Ready?' he said to Ron.

“Excuse me.” You quietly said to make them aware of your presence, “We’re going to be late.”

You and Harry were halfway to the dormitory door when you realised that Ron had not moved, but was leaning on his bedpost, staring out of the rain-washed window with a strangely un-focused look on his face.

'Ron? Breakfast.'

“I'm not hungry,”

You stared ai him. “I thought you just said -?”

“-Well, all right, I'll come down with you,' sighed Ron, 'but I don't want to eat.'

You scrutinised him suspiciously.

'You've just eaten half a box of Chocolate Cauldrons, haven't you?'

'It's not that,' Ron sighed again. 'You ... you wouldn't understand.'

'Fair enough,' said Harry, albeit puzzled, as he turned to open the door.

'Harry!' said Ron suddenly.

'What?'

'Harry, I can't stand it!'

'You can't stand what?' asked Harry; you were now starting to feel definitely alarmed. Ron was rather pale and looked as though he was about to be sick.

'I can't stop thinking about her!' said Ron hoarsely.

You gaped at him. You had not expected this and were not sure you wanted to hear it. ‘Friends’ you might be, but if Ron started calling Lavender 'Lav- Lav', you would have to put your foot down.

'Why does that stop you having breakfast?' Harry asked, trying to inject a note of common sense into the proceedings.

'I don't think she knows I exist,' said Ron with a desperate gesture.

'She definitely knows you exist,' you said angrily. 'She keeps snogging you, doesn't she?'

Ron blinked.

'Who are you talking about?'

Who are you talking about?' said you and Harry together, with an increasing sense that all

reason had dropped out of the conversation.

'Romilda Vane,' said Ron softly, and his whole face seemed to illuminate as he said it, as though hit by a ray of purest sunlight. You stared at each other for almost a whole minute, before Harry said, 'This is a joke, right? You're joking.'

Think ... Harry, I think I love her,' said Ron in a strangled voice.

'OK,' you said, walking up to Ron to get a better look at the glazed eyes and the pallid complexion, 'OK ... say that again with a straight face.'

'I love her,' repeated Ron breathlessly. 'Have you seen her hair, it's all black and shiny and silky ... and her eyes? Her big dark eyes? And her -'

'This is really funny and everything,' said Harry impatiently, 'but joke's over, all right? Drop it.'

He turned to leave; he had got two steps towards the door when a crashing blow hit him on the right ear. Staggering, he looked round. Ron's fist was drawn right back, his face was contorted with rage; he was about to strike again.

Harry reacted instinctively; his wand was out of his pocket and the incantation sprang to mind without conscious thought: Levicorpus!

Ron yelled as his heel was wrenched upwards once more; he dangled helplessly, upside-down, his robes hanging off him.

'What was that for?' you bellowed.

'He insulted her! He said it was a joke!' shouted Ron, who was slowly turning purple in the face as all the blood rushed to his head.

'This is insane!' said Harry. 'What's got into -?'

And then he saw the box lying open on Ron's bed and the truth hit him with the force of a stampeding troll.

'Where did you get those Chocolate Cauldrons?'

'They were a birthday present!' shouted Ron, revolving slowly in midair as he struggled to get free. ‘I offered you one, didn't I?'

'You just picked them up off the floor, didn't you?'

'They'd fallen off my bed, all right? Let me go!'

'They didn't fall off your bed, you prat, don't you understand? They were mine, I chucked them out of my trunk when I was looking for the map. They're the Chocolate Cauldrons Romilda gave me before Christmas and they're all spiked with love potion!'

You gave an outraged cry at this information.

But only one word of this seemed to have registered with Ron.

‘Romilda?' he repeated. 'Did you say Romilda? Harry - do you know her? Can you introduce me?'

Harry stared at the dangling Ron, whose face now looked tremendously hopeful, and fought a strong desire to laugh... Y/N thought that he would deserve another punching if he permitted Ron to declare undying love for Romilda Vane.

'Yeah, I'll introduce you,' said Harry, thinking fast. 'I'm going to let you down now, OK?'

He sent Ron crashing back to the floor (his ear did hurt quite a lot), but

Ron simply bounded to his feet again, grinning.

'She'll be in Slughorn's office.’ said Harry confidently, leading the way to the door.

'Why will she be in there?' asked Ron anxiously, hurrying to keep up.

'Oh, she has extra Potions lessons with him,' you said, inventing wildly.

'Maybe I could ask if I can have them with her?' said Ron eagerly.

'Great idea,' said Harry. Lavender was waiting beside the portrait hole, a complication both you and Harry had not foreseen.

'You're late, Won-Won!' she pouted. 'I've got you a birth-day-'

'Leave me alone,' said Ron impatiently, 'Harry's going to introduce me to Romilda Vane.'

And without another word to her, he pushed his way out of the portrait hole. Harry tried to make an apologetic face to Lavender, but it might have turned out simply amused, because she looked more offended than ever as the Fat Lady swung shut behind them.

You had been slightly worried that Slughorn might be at breakfast, but he answered his office door at the first knock, wearing a green velvet dressing-gown and matching nightcap and looking rather bleary-eyed.

'Harry, Y/N.' he mumbled. 'This is very early for a call ... I generally sleep late on a Saturday ..."

'Professor, I'm really sorry to disturb you,' said Harry as quietly as possible, while Ron stood on tiptoe, attempting to see past Slughorn into his room, 'but my friend Ron's swallowed a love potion by mistake. You couldn't make him an antidote, could you? I'd take him to Madam Pomfrey, but we're not supposed to have anything from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes and, you know ... awkward questions ...'

‘I’d have thought you could have whipped him up a remedy, Harry, an expert potioneer like you?' asked Slughorn.

'Er,' said Harry, somewhat distracted by the fact that Ron was now elbowing him in the ribs in an attempt to force his way into the room, and Y/N held him firmly back, 'well, I've never mixed an antidote for a love potion, sir, and by the time I get it right Ron might've done something serious -'

Helpfully, Ron chose this moment to moan, 'I can't see her. Harry - is he hiding her?'

'Was this potion within date?' asked Slughorn, now eyeing Ron with professional interest. 'They can strengthen, you know, the longer they're kept.'

That would explain a lot,' panted Harry, now positively wrestling with Ron to keep him from knocking Slughorn over.

'It's his birthday, Professor,' you added imploringly.

'Oh, all right, come in, then, come in,' said Slughorn, relenting. 'I've got the necessary here in my bag, it's not a difficult antidote ...'

Ron burst through the door into Slughorn's overheated, crowded study, tripped over a tasselled footstool, regained his balance by seizing Harry around the neck and muttered, 'She didn't see that, did she?'

'She's not here yet,' said Harry, watching Slughorn opening his potion kit and adding a few pinches of this and that to a small crystal bottle.

That's good,' said Ron fervently. 'How do I look?'

'Very handsome,' said Slughorn smoothly.

‘It can never be me, can it?’ you asked quietly so only Harry could hear, ‘Even when it’s a mistake...’

‘You have no idea.’ Harry whispered back, patting your hand slightly, handing Ron a glass of clear liquid. 'Now drink that up, it's a tonic for the nerves, keep you calm when she arrives, you know,'

'Brilliant,' said Ron eagerly, and he gulped the antidote down noisily.

Harry, you and Slughorn watched him. For a moment, Ron beamed at you. Then, very slowly, his grin sagged and vanished, to be replaced by an expression of utmost horror.

'Back to normal, then?' said Harry, grinning. Slughorn chuckled. Thanks a lot, Professor.'

'Don't mention it, m'boy, don't mention it,' said Slughorn, as Ron collapsed into a nearby armchair, looking devastated. 'Pick-me-up, that's what he needs,' Slughorn continued, now-bustling over to a table loaded with drinks. 'I've got Butter-beer, I've got wine, I've got one last bottle of this oak-matured mead ... hmm ... meant to give that to Dumbledore for Christmas ... ah well ...' he shrugged '... he can't miss what he's never had! Why don't we open it now and celebrate Mr Weasley's birthday? Nothing like a fine spirit to chase away the pangs of disappointed love ...'

He chortled again and you and Harry joined in.

There you are, then,' said Slughorn, handing Harry, Y/N and Ron a glass of mead each, before raising his own. 'Well, a very happy birthday, Ralph -'

'- Ron -' you whispered.

But Ron, who did not appear to be listening to the toast, had already thrown the mead into his mouth and swallowed it.

There was one second, hardly more than a heartbeat, in which Harry knew there was something terribly wrong and Slughorn, it seemed, did not. '- and may you have many more -

'Ron!' you yelled.

Ron had dropped his glass; he half-rose from his chair and then crumpled, his extremities jerking uncontrollably. Foam was dribbling from his mouth and his eyes were bulging from their sockets.

'Professor!' you bellowed. 'Do something!'

But Slughorn seemed paralysed by shock. Ron twitched and choked: his skin was turning blue.

'What - but -' spluttered Slughorn.

‘HARRY, THE STONE!’ you yelled, frightened at the spasming body in front of you.

Harry leapt over a low table and sprinted towards Slughorn's open potion kit, pulling out jars and pouches, while the terrible sound of Ron's gargling breath filled the room. Then he found it - the shrivelled kidney-like stone Slughorn had taken from him in Potions.

He hurtled back to Ron's side, wrenched open his jaw and thrust the bezoar into his mouth. Ron gave a great shudder; a rattling gasp and his body became limp and still.

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“He’s alright, isn’t he?” you asked Madame Pomfrey for about the hundredth time.

“Yes dear, he’s fine,” she consolingly told you.

“Quick thinking on your part, Harry and Y/N. Using a bezoar.” Dumbledore informed you.

“I agree, Potter and L/N’s actions were heroic! Only, why were they necessary?” Professor McGonagall questioned.

As they moved onto a conversation about a plot, you moved Ron’s flaming red hair out of his face, gently stroking his arm. The thought of someone wanting to poison him was too gruesome.

“Where is he? Where is my Won-Won? Has he been asking for me?” a high-pitched voice suddenly asked as you groaned.

“You.” Lavender spat, “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing!” you angrily shot back.

“I happen to be his girlfriend!” Lavender said in a dignified voice.

“Oh yeah?” you asked, “I happen to be his... best friend!”

“Friend.” Lavender scoffed, “Don’t make me laugh. You haven’t spoken in weeks! I suppose you want to patch up with him now that he’s all... interesting!”

“Interesting?!” you shrilly cried, “He’s poisoned, you daft dimbo!”

Ron chose that moment to groan in his sleep, muttering to himself unconsciously.

“Ah.” Lavender said triumphantly, “See? He senses my presence.”

“Ugh.” Ron groaned, still sleeping, “Uhh.... Y/N... Y/N/N...”

Your eyes grew wide as Lavender stifled a sob, running out of the room.

The professors stared after her.

“Oh, to be young.” Professor Dumbledore sighed, “And to feel love’s keen sting. I think we ought to leave, Mr. Weasley is well tended to by Miss L/N.”

“About time.” Ginny whispered as she and Harry shared a smirk, sending heat to your cheeks.

“Oh, shut up.” You huffed, still blushing madly as you stroked Ron’s hand.

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Ron had been released from the hospital wing, and was once again seated in the common room with you, Harry and Hermione at late night. The room was deserted.

“I’m leaving, Crookshanks is probably hungry,” Hermione announced, getting up.

The silence was deafening.

“So,” Harry said in an obvious attempt to make conversation, though you could practically feel the smirk in his voice, “Aren’t you curious, Ron? About how we drove Lavender away?”

“Not really.” Ron shrugged, “As long as she’s gone, it’s fine by me.”

The truth was, Ron was very much aware of what had caused the girl to run away from the hospital wing a week ago.

“Right.” Harry was smirking worse than ever, “Y/N. Say, why have you been avoiding Ron for so long?”

“Hmm?” you squeaked. Seeing no possible way out of this, you sighed, “He was being a git.”

“Aren’t I always being a git to you?” Ron teased, causing you to roll your eyes.

“And say, Ron. Why have you been so keen to get rid of Lavender?” Harry asked again.

“She was annoying me.” Ron whined, “All she did was snog me. My lips got chapped! Look!”

“I’ll take your word for it.” Harry grimaced in disgust, “But that can’t be all, can it? Is there someone else? Or are you ready to shag whoever asks you first?”

“Excuse me?” Ron’s ears had turned scarlet, “Of course not! So, what if there was someone else?”

“You like someone?” you asked, trying to make the agony in your voice less obvious.

Ron, who noticed it anyway, felt a small glimmer of hope inside his body, “Uhm, yeah. I do.”

“And who might that be?” you struggled to keep your voice even; it was already two octaves higher than usual.

Taking a deep breath and considering that this could prove to be a disaster, Ron told the truth.

“You. I fancy you.”

“WHAT?” you asked, “Did I hear that right?!”

“I said I fancy you!” Ron yelled in embarrassment and pain, scared that you would burst out laughing.

“Oh,” you said thickly, “Oh, Ron! I... I fancy you too.”

“What?” it was Ron’s turn to ask, “Say that again?”

“I fancy you too.” You clarified, cheeks burning.

Ron leaned into the distance between you and you could feel his breath on your face. Gaze flickering to your lips, he ran his thumb over them before closing the distance between you.

The kiss started out sweet and loving, but soon turned angry and passionate as your lips collided multiple times.

“Um, guys?” Harry asked, reminding you that he was still there, “I got the point, you can stop now.”

Ignoring him, you and Ron continued.

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The Handsome Stranger

Summary: Escaping the daily grind for a mountain resort with your best friend was already exhilarating enough. You weren’t prepared for the handsome stranger you crossed paths with along the way to become more than that during your stay.

Pairing: Brian Kang x reader (ft. Day6)

Genre: strangers to lovers au / fluff

Warnings: none

Word count: 4949

Tapping the steering wheel in beat to the music playing around your car, you shot your best friend Lana a smile as you both sang along to the song energetically. The morning sun was out, the promise of your weekend getaway being blessed with good weather. You were more than ready to escape the city into the mountains for the next three days over the long weekend. What more could you need than good company, the beautiful nature surrounding you and sunny weather?

Pulling to a stop at the intersection that would lead you onto the highway out of the city, your spirits were growing the closer your vehicle got to the city border. To leave the stress behind and mindfully get back in touch with yourself. It had been a long time since you had reached inside yourself to have a chat and you were already feeling more at ease knowing you didn’t have to go to work today like usual for a Friday.

“Y/N, I think those guys next to us are trying to get your attention,” Lana mentioned suddenly and you looked out of your window, winding it down when the passenger smiled at you graciously.

Oh boy, what a smile.

“Hey, I’m really sorry to do this but we are in the wrong lane. We want to go straight, all cool if we jump in front of you?”

Nodding, you smiled back. “Sure, go ahead.”

The attractive stranger grinned at you and the other members on board of the kombi van shouted in gratitude. The lights changed green and they moved in front of your car before you followed after them. Not only did they flash their hazard lights in a quick thanks, but the passenger also leaned around his open window and waved generously.

Well, you didn’t normally experience such kindness on the road and this only helped boost your feel-good mood.

And Lana’s teasing commentary. “He was totally making eyes at you.”

“Lana they just needed to get in front of us, that’s all,” you countered, feeling your heart beat a little faster than it should. “There were no eyes being made.”

“Uh-huh, well yours certainly soaked all of him in. I’ve never heard you sound so sweet when driving, ever.”

“Normally because all I’m faced with are assholes cutting me off around this city,” you told her, scrunching your nose up at her continued teasing. However, you couldn’t stop smiling and even you knew you were failing at convincing her otherwise. “I’m a nice person when others are.”

“Well, he seemed really nice for you to be the way you are now. I wonder if there will be guys like them at the mountain spa resort?”

Laughing, you shook your head. “Lana, we’re going to the mountains for some self-care and getting in touch with ourselves, not for boyfriend prospects.”

“Who says we can’t do both?” Lana retorted with a smirk, nudging you playfully now that you were up on the motorway. The kombi van was just up ahead and you eyed it apprehensively.

You had to admit, if you got another chance to meet the attractive stranger, you only hoped it wasn’t as brief as your first encounter.

“Oh my god, Y/N, look!” Lana breathed, gripping onto your lower arm as she pointed. Shooting her a look to let go so you could navigate the parking lot of the resort, you glanced in the direction she was pointing at briefly.

There was the van.

You had lost it on your travels, having followed them for some time as the drive wound up into the mountains. Pulling off to stop for lunch, you had resigned yourself to the fact they were probably taking the summit pass to get to the other side where a lot of people would go this time of the year. There was a music festival next weekend and you assumed most would make a camping venture out of it, heading over the week before to set up and get the early bird perks.

As you found a parking space, you eyed the van with renewed hope. What were the odds of bumping into them here?

Lana echoed your thoughts. “I can’t believe they’re here!”

“Doesn’t mean anything,” you attempted to tell her and Lana rolled her eyes at you as she grabbed her luggage trunk from the back of the car. You placed a hand on your hip, cocking your head to the side. “What, it doesn’t!”

“You basically drooled over him.”

“I did not!”

“I’m saying this is a sign and you are going to listen to it, Y/N,” Lana announced, rolling her luggage towards the front entrance. You were quick to grab your things to follow Lana inside, checking into your room and marvelling over the view outside the large windows. You soon forgot all about any niggling signs and focused on taking in your first deep breath since leaving the city. This was exactly what you needed. To the left you could see the forest edge, greenery ascending all the way up the mountains. To the right was a rushing river that separated undulating hills and further forestry. And below you were the hot springs that had attracted you here in the first place.

Lana breathed in slowly. “Wow, you were right. This place is perfect.”

“Shall we go out to one of the pools before dinner to unwind from our travels?”

She nodded happily. “I put on my bathing suit before we left our lunch pit stop.”

It wasn’t long until you were submerged in tranquillity. The water temperature was just right, soothing any aches you had as the stress melted away from your body. You could spend all weekend in and out of these pools and you knew it would be worth the travel coming here.

“Wow, fancy meeting you here,” a voice announced and you snapped your eyes open, staring up into the face of one handsome man.

Specifically, your favourite stranger. You tried to remain calm, though it was a little difficult to do with Lana now not so subtlety pinching your lower arm.

“Oh, they’re the girls who let us in earlier, right?” another recognised, grinning at you both as he slung an arm to rest on the first guy. You realised he was the driver and the three others that stopped beside them were the ones in the back. There had been a time on the highway where you were both side by side and they had been hollering things out of the window, the tall, lanky one moving forward first.

“This pool open for more guests?”

Lana nodded in delight. “Please, it’s like we know you already.”

“You know, I got that feeling as well,” he enthused with a lazy grin, gesturing for the others to get in.

Somehow, you were now next to your handsome stranger and hopefully not as affected on the outside as you were feeling internally. The heat in the spring pool had definitely risen and you were worried that you might pass out if you didn’t start breathing properly.

He smiled that ever-charming smile at you a moment later. “Thanks for letting us in.”

“It was no problem, it’s not often people ask before they cut you off.”

He chuckled. “Technically we didn’t but I appreciate it all the same. I’m Brian.”

“Y/N.”

“And I’m Lana,” your best friend introduced. You soon learned that Sungjin had been driving, Jae was the one who had gotten in the pool first and Wonpil and Dowoon were the other two from the back seat. The conversation was natural, flowing from one topic to the other. You had been right that they were travelling for the music festival, but not for their reason behind it.

“You’re playing there?”

“Yeah, we’re kind of a band,” Jae mentioned with another lazy smile and Sungjin chuckled.

“We’re more than kind of a band, though we’re still making a name for ourselves.”

“Day-Six,” Lana repeated from their band name announcement and then grinned. “Did you recently play at the Saturday Band Jam?”

Wonpil gasped and nodded. “You know of us?”

“I was there! Your music is good! It’s a shame Y/N didn’t come with me that night,” she said, shooting you a pressing look. You smiled firmly.

“I don’t do crowds,” you muttered, feeling your cheeks heat up again. “I did hear your music was apparently good though.”

“None of this apparently, Y/N. We are good,” Brian insisted and you smiled lightly at his response. He was self-assured, and that only seemed to charm you further. “Maybe we could play for you sometime.”

“As in a private concert?” Lana asked, already nodding. “I’m so down for that.”

“Well then, how long are you both here for? We leave Sunday afternoon but could do something small tomorrow night, right guys?” Dowoon offered and you hesitated as the others all agreed unanimously. This was supposed to be your getting in touch with your inner feelings and becoming one with nature getaway. Nowhere in the itinerary had you planned for an impromptu performance. Then again, when you set out this morning, you hadn’t been expecting to meet any of them, let alone be soaking in a hot water pool together. Maybe there was something about their presence that you needed to accept into your stay.

Lana answered on your behalf. “We’ll definitely be keen, right Y/N?”

“Of course.”

True to Lana’s form, early mornings weren’t her kind of thing. You knew she would use the free hours to sleep in and you left her to it after getting changed into your off-road sneakers and active clothing. Figuring you had about two hours to yourself before meeting Lana in the breakfast hall, you left her a note and pocketed your phone and card key before stepping out into the early morning. Following one of the set tracks into the forest, you checked the sign for the length before briskly picking up your pace, walking over the damp forest floor bed. It smelt incredible in here and you smiled to yourself.

This was what you had been dreaming of ever since you found the brochure to this place. You liked nature walks; it was the best kind of soulful exercise. You not only got the blood pumping, but you nurtured what laid deep down inside you. It connected you with your breathing, clearing away any niggling doubts you had as you spoke of your troubles to the trees around you.

“You know, I don’t think they can hear you.”

Turning to a side pathway, you saw Brian there and he lifted his hand in greeting. You pursed your lips together and continued on with your walk. “Who are you to say they can’t?”

“Ooh, a firm believer in this huh? I like it.”

“We need to stop meeting like this,” you mentioned as Brian fell into step at your side. You didn’t want to add on the reason why. Even in active clothing, he was too handsome for his own good.

Before sleeping last night, you had convinced yourself to not fall for his charms anymore. There was nothing worrisome about him as a person, Brian seemed kind, approachable and could talk about anything, that much you had learned. And he wasn’t just the type to only want to hear himself talk, he had encouraged you to converse with him in the dining hall last night, his expressions genuine as he listened to you. Something that was a rare treat from all the guys you had the displeasure of spending the majority of your working week with at the office.

But he was just someone you met whilst travelling. You had no idea where he called home, if he was even from your city. And after this weekend, he was travelling further whilst you were returning home. It was silly really, but you craved stability and the life of a musician seemed to be on the road.

Plus, you were certain he was just being friendly. And you were definitely getting ahead of yourself in thinking there could be anything more than that.

“Like this?” he repeated, raising his arms to the canopy above. “You mean, we’ve met more than once in a forest like this?”

You smiled, shaking your head a little. “I’ll start to think you might have an agenda.”

“Oh really?” he mused, grinning all too widely at you. “My early morning run through here just happened to coincide with your early morning walk. Though, perhaps knowing you were coming out here this morning, I had wondered if we would chance meeting like this. Seems like it was worth giving up the extra sleep.”

“So you did plan it,” you replied with a laugh and Brian sighed dramatically.

“Guilty as charged.” His smile eased and he glanced at you tentatively. “Maybe you don’t appreciate the company? I was almost going to head back to the resort, but then I heard you and thought I’d be a better sounding board than the trees.”

“I’ve never heard the trees be so chatty when I’m out among them.”

“I bet they don’t know what to say to help you with knowing whether you should go back to your job on Monday, though, Y/N.”

You flushed with colour. “You heard that?”

“Stressed a lot, huh?”

You nodded softly. “Just a bit.”

“Maybe you need to make some changes.”

“Brian, I’m not going to quit my job. Even if I voiced it, I’ll be at work on Monday. It’s just what I’m like.”

“I meant, you could try changing what is stressing you out at work so you can feel more at peace within the environment. Have you ever told your boss just how much he relies on you?”

There was no point being embarrassed now, he had clearly heard it all. Letting out a sigh as you approached a root growing over the path, you were surprised when Brian took your hand and helped you over it. When you were on the other side, he let you go and you almost reached back out for his hand. You liked the warmth, the way he guided you in that moment. Looking up at Brian, he held no qualms in staring back at you. You smiled. “No, I haven’t.”

“Well, I’m not all that sure what good the advice of a stranger is compared to that of the trees,” he started in jest and you rolled your eyes, inwardly rejoicing when he offered you his hand to get over more overgrown debris on the path. “But I think advocating for yourself little by little might just get you further respect.”

“Maybe I’ll try that.”

“You should,” he agreed and shared another smile with you. It was then that you realised you hadn’t let go of his hand and you fumbled with forming a sentence before he cut you off. “I bet the trees can’t hold your hand either. But don’t worry, I don’t mind doing so.”

So, your plan of not allowing Brian any more free real estate up in your brain was a failure. After the walk, you had met up with the others for breakfast and then headed out towards the river this time, exploring together as a group. There was definitely more hand-holding, exchanging of smiles and you were certain your heart had begun swooning. Now he wasn’t your attractive stranger at all.

Instead, you were balancing on a fine line between friendship and wanting to kiss him. In fact, you had spent more than a considerable amount of your afternoon staring at his lips, and given how much he was talking, there had been some logical reason to it. However, you couldn’t deny that at some points you had no idea what he had been saying.

And he had been all too accommodating in repeating himself, the ghost of his smile alerting you that he knew why you hadn’t been listening as well.

You weren’t just with Brian though. You spent a lot of your time conversing with Sungjin over recipes you both enjoyed and Wonpil was the sweetest thing ever. You were close to wanting to adopt him and a couple of kittens just to watch them play together. Dowoon had led you all astray multiple times in his impromptu directions and Jae, aside from his dry commentary, well, he was the one you knew the least about.

Considering how wrapped up Lana was with him, you knew she would fill you in on all that you didn’t know tonight back in your room.

The trip out was eventually ended when Jae protested that he came to relax, not work out and wanted to head back to the springs to recharge. With a few photos exchanged of the group, both with and without you and Lana in them, you headed back, all discussing what to have for dinner after the soak in the pool.

You could see the resort up ahead and smiled over at Brian, who winked at you. “Thought you liked the trees?”

“I’ve been among them long enough,” you mused and he nodded at you, his smile captivating you.

And was, no doubt, the reason for why you proceeded to trip over a stone in the pathway, all but face-planting in the fallen fir on the trail. The fall was soft physically, but you were embarrassed. Sure, you were falling for Brian, but you had hoped to be more graceful about it.

“Y/N, are you okay?!” Wonpil cried as Brian helped you up, another set of hands now on your other side. You were mortified, wishing for the ground to have swallowed you up instead. Attempting to step off, you groaned, feeling the way your ankle immediately gave out. Now, you couldn’t even escape as you had planned to.

You cursed your previous resolve of letting Brian enter more of your thoughts than you wanted him to.

Surprisingly, he didn’t say anything now. He was focused on helping you get back, perhaps aware of just how frustrated you were with yourself. You didn’t dare look up at anyone, mumbling a thank you at your room’s door, allowing Lana to help you inside.

You refused to go out to the pool with her.

As you wallowed in your self-pity at how stupid you had been, you decided that you had lost focus once again all because of Brian’s charming smile.

Of course, you were mature enough to realise he wasn’t at fault at all. It wasn’t his problem that his eyes were like dark chocolate, addictive just as his smile was. Intentional flirting or not, it was you who hadn’t been watching.

You had been falling well before you met the ground.

You did go down for dinner, smiling weakly at questions over how you felt and then focusing on your meal quietly thereafter. You felt bad for shutting off from everyone, but that was what you did. You were processing, trying to figure out how to repair your image or at least last out the rest of your time here before going back to the city tomorrow. Away from this place, far from Day6 as they moved onto their music festival and hopefully back into a place where you didn’t feel so out of your depth.

Getting in touch with yourself had come with more risks than you originally believed it to.

After dinner, you went back to your room whilst the others headed to the games room. They had tried to convince you but you were in a poor mood. You just wanted to rest your swollen ankle and watch television quietly in your room.

Brian had other ideas. Getting up to the knock at the door, you found him standing there in his swimming trunks and a towel over his shoulder. He grinned at you. “Come on, I’ll give you ten minutes to change.”

“What, why?” you wondered and then shook your head immediately. “I’m not going swimming, Brian. My leg hurts.”

“I know it does so let me make it right. You have nine minutes now.”

Blinking up at him, you groaned before turning around and shutting the door. Reappearing in your bathing suit, Brian pulled himself off the wall and grinned. “Wow, you listened to me. I half-thought maybe you had gone back to bed.”

“I wish I had,” you mumbled, accepting his help as you hobbled down to the lobby. Instead of taking you outside to the pools, Brian turned to a small pathway that wound around to the back of the building. You were confused. “Where are we going?”

“I rented a private pool. They have ones that have qualities that promote healing.”

“What, you didn’t have to-”

“You were going to avoid me for the rest of the stay, weren’t you?” he stated as he stopped in front of a door, checking the key he held for the number. Slotting it into the lock, Brian then glanced over at you. “I’m sorry I made you fall.”

“It’s not your fault that I’m clumsy, Brian.”

“But I was trying to charm you,” he admitted as he unlocked the door, ushering you inside before shutting it.

“You were what now?”

Brian rubbed at the back of his neck and then gestured at the pool. “Do you need help getting in?”

Nodding, you waited for him to get in front of you, easing you into the pool. With the dim lighting and the fact that it was just the two of you in here, along with Brian’s admission, well, your heart and mind were both racing. It was awfully romantic in here, and the way you looked at him seemed to make him feel questioned.

“I promise, I was only worried about healing your leg. Though, it is really cosy in here, huh?”

“Are you this smooth with every girl you meet?” you asked and Brian shrugged.

“Have you pegged me down as a typical musician who has a girl in each place he goes?”

“No,” you refuted and his smile grew. “I don’t think you’re like that but you definitely know how to make a girl swoon.”

“I could say the same about you,” he commented and you arched an eyebrow at him, Brian laughing as he nodded. “What, do you think this is all one-sided? I did just admit to trying to charm you. I mean, I’ve followed you around all day. Surely, you knew by now that I was interested, even a little.”

“Interest is one thing,” you mentioned, looking at your swollen ankle through the water. You couldn’t tell what it was, but the water did seem to feel like it was helping. Turning your focus back to Brian, you smiled. “But I’m not someone who moves this fast.”

“Sharing a pool together is too fast?” he teased and you couldn’t hide your amusement. Brian nodded. “I’m not in for a weekend fling, Y/N. Rest assured, I want to see more of you.”

“You do?”

“Of course. When I get back from the music festival, how about we meet up? I could take you on an actual date, where the guys aren’t around and it’s just us.”

You smiled, lifting a hand to the space you were in. “I mean, isn’t that what this is right now?”

“Well,” Brian murmured, inching closer and slinging his arm onto the tiled wall behind you. “I guess, now that you point that out, we are kind of on a date, right?”

He leaned in, lips almost brushing against yours when you whispered, “I don’t kiss on the first date.”

“Do you kiss on second ones?” he whispered back and you grinned, unable to control how giddy you felt right now. “Do I have to wait for a third or-”

You leaned in and pecked his cheek, stunning Brian into silence. Which you were pretty sure was kind of a feat to do. He looked dazed and you couldn’t help but giggle at how adorable he was right now. The sound of your laughter brought him out of his reverie and he gaped at you.

“I thought you said you don’t kiss on first dates.”

“I was giving you an early gift. You can collect your first kiss on our second date.”

“I’m holding you to that,” he confirmed, and you smiled, nestling into his embrace.

You couldn’t even feel the pain in your ankle now. This pool definitely had healing qualities about it.

Sunday morning arrived and you had possibly the best sleep this year. You didn’t want to admit it was because of how relaxed you felt before climbing into bed or the endearing dreams with Brian that followed you into your slumber, but you were feeling better than you had when you had set out on this journey.

And when you got up to go to the bathroom, you found that the swelling was at a bare minimum and your ankle didn’t even hurt to put weight through it anymore. That was some magical water you were in last night.

So, just as you had yesterday, you set off into the forest, taking the same pathway again. It was comfortable, even at your amble of a pace and you enjoyed soaking in the fresh air under the canopy of nature.

Today you didn’t speak to the trees. You simply smiled at them, enamoured by their size and grace. They stood tall and proud, and you found yourself mimicking this a little, confidence overwhelming you.

Or maybe that was from Brian.

The rest of the night in the pool had been spent talking over your lives, getting to know each other until you both couldn’t take the heat. You had returned to your room after, continuing with getting more acquainted. And whilst you had exuded a lot of control maintaining it was a kiss-free date, you naturally nestled against Brian on your bed at one point and you were sure his lips brushed over your hair then. You felt as if you had known him a whole lot longer than two days.

Which was why when you heard footsteps behind you, you broke out into a grin, not even needing to look to see who it was. “I just had a funny feeling I might catch you out here.”

“Well, you caught me,” you concluded as Brian fell into step at your side, not wasting any time in grabbing your hand. You shot him a look though you were all too pleased with his eagerness.

“I’m not letting you fall again today,” he told you as he held up your linked hands; though you could tell with the flush of colour to his cheeks, there was more behind it. You spent some of the walk in comfortable silence, looking up at him and then sighing. “Check out is at ten-thirty today. I realised you never got to play for us last night.”

“We were a little preoccupied,” he reminded and you nodded shyly. “Besides, we have time for that.”

“I guess we do,” you agreed, sharing another smile with him.

“So I was thinking just now,” he started, clearing his throat a little. “According to our rules last night, I believe this is our second date right now.”

“I was waiting for you to say that,” you admitted with a laugh, giving him an incredulous look. “What’s with you getting me in weird clothing items for dates? I don’t see how walking through a forest together seems like a prime date idea.”

“It is with you, who knows who you might end up talking to if I’m not here,” he humoured and you rolled your eyes, shunting him a little. Brian wasn’t ready for your action and lost his footing a little, stumbling on the track.

And since your hands were connected, you went with him. The tree behind you both stopped your fall this time, though you were acutely aware of how your hands were now braced against the bark of the tree, entrapping Brian in between your arms. He gave you a look before smirking. “Wow, Y/N, I didn’t know you moved so fast.”

“Are you okay?” you asked, ignoring his jest and Brian whined, reaching for his back. You lowered your arms so you could inspect his injury and it was enough for him to grab you and change places.

He pouted down at you. “Aren’t you going to kiss me better?”

“You sneak!” you exclaimed, shaking your head adamantly. “This isn’t a date.”

“Any time with you sure feels like one,” he admitted and you stopped gaping at him, your expression softening. Brian smiled. “Can’t I kiss you? Just once?”

“Well, we are alone,” you stated slowly, feeling your heartbeat increase.

“Except for all the trees,” he pointed out and you sighed heavily. “But that’s okay, they can watch on all they like.”

His lips met yours then, soft and slow, melding against yours tenderly. You were thankful that Brian had pressed you up against the trunk of the tree now, worrying that your legs would give way with how sweet this first kiss was. Letting your arms move up and behind his neck, you linked your hands and kissed him back, aching to taste more of him.

And then he pulled away, breathless yet smirking. “That’s all you get.”

“Wait a minute,” you said, trying to recollect your senses enough to string together a sentence. Instead, you whined, wanting more already.

But Brian shook his head, still smiling down at you. “I guess, you’ll just have to keep going out on dates with me to get to the full experience.”

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The Finale

Gosh, that was a beautiful hour of television. Finales are notoriously hard to do, but I can honestly say I have a hard time imagining a more perfect conclusion to the first season of Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist. Want more of my thoughts? Look below the cut! This is very long, but hopefully someone with read it.

I want to start by saying that the entire cast and crew should be extremely proud of themselves. So much heart and soul, not to mention hard work, went into this season and it shows!

- Let’s start with a relatively minor point and then get to the heavy stuff, shall we? Lauren Graham is gonna be busy with The Mighty Ducks, which makes her involvement in a potential season 2 up in the air. I was a little nervous how the writers were going to work around that potential problem, but this episode set everything up perfectly! Joan getting (temporarily?) promoted while DMD is in trouble with the law is brilliant. It’s the perfect excuse for her not to be around the office as much, while leaving plenty of room for as many guest appearances as Lauren can manage. I’m really psyched about it!

- Another super tiny thing that made me happy! EMILY HAS A LAST NAME! AND IT’S NOT HER HUSBAND’S! You don’t see that a whole lot in TV and movies, and I like it a lot. It’s so perfectly in character that Emily chose not to take David’s name!

- Now, the love triangle. I’ve been leaning towards Team Max pretty much all season, but that loyalty has certainly been tested. Both by Max’s behavior and the lovely relationship between Zoey and Simon. This episode was the most I’ve enjoyed this love triangle all season! The fact that this episode managed to move the needle forward on the Zoey/Max ship while not sidelining or overshadowing the relationship Zoey has built with Simon!? That’s some fantastic writing right there. And can we talk about what a FANTASTIC move it was on Max’s part to call Simon and tell him about Zoey’s dad? I loved that moment so much! I’m absolutely here for this brotp! Max could have been selfish and kept Zoey all to himself, but that’s not who he chose to be. He prioritized Zoey and made sure she knew to prioritize herself. Wonderful stuff! Speaking of Zomax, let’s talk about the kiss. Did Zoey kissing Max come a little bit out of nowhere? Maybe so. But I think I kind of like it that way? Something about that moment where a switch flips and you suddenly see someone in a whole new light felt very true to life and yet also very romantic. But even with that huge moment to deal with, this episode still gave us plenty of quality Zimon shipper content, too. THE T-SHRIT!! The fact that I will be genuinely happy with wherever this love triangle ultimately ends up is a very good sign. Such a refreshing take on the love triangle trope.

- I have no words for Mitch’s storyline this season other than that it was perfect, and heartbreaking, and beautiful. I obviously can’t speak to the accuracy of it, because I’ve never had to watch a loved one suffer from PSP. But given that Austin Winsberg actually lost his own father to this disease, I think it’s safe to assume this was pretty true to life. I can see him maybe fudging a few details for the sake of TV, but not much. Also, ending the episode with the dedication to his father!? And the website where you can get more information about PSP!? This show has brought awareness to an obscure but very important issue while also being a genuinely amazing show. We love to see it! In general, this has been one the best portrayals of grief I’ve ever seen on screen. It might not beat Buffy the Vampire Slayer’s “The Body,” but to be fair that is an impossibly high bar. This is still dang good.

- THAT!!! LONG!!! TAKE!!! THOUGH!! Maybe it’s just because I’m feeling all the feelings right now, but I think that might be the best long take I’ve ever seen. Austin Winsberg said in an interview leading up to the finale that the only song they wanted but couldn’t get the rights to was “See You Again.” I’m guessing it would have been used in place of “American Pie” during this long take. Don’t get me wrong, “See You Again” would have been amazing. I’ve had a few ideas about how that could’ve gone myself. That said, “American Pie” was beyond perfect. I’m not sure I’ve heard it before. Taken by itself, the lyrics are very strange and a bit nonsensical. I’m not sure I would have particularly cared about it if it hadn’t been used in this episode. That final scene took what is essentially a meaningless novelty song and imbued it with so much meaning! (Editor’s Note: I’m leaving this in for transparency, but in retrospect I should not have said this.) The way they managed to make the lyrics fit perfectly with each character was amazing! It was a breathtaking sequence from beginning to end.

- I’ll be honest, I’m a bit apprehensive for what a hypothetical season 2 might bring. Mitch’s storyline is more or less wrapped up, and it’s hard to imagine what the show will look like without him. My guess would be that even more focus will be going to the love triangle, which I’m still not sure I’m entirely thrilled about. But if what we get moving forward is even HALF as well-written as what we got in this finale, it might not be so bad.

- THINGS I’M LOOKING FORWARD TO IN A HYPOTHETICAL SECOND SEASON: More beautiful exploration of the Clarke family’s grief! More well-written love triangle! Joan being the HBIC we all deserve! More adorkable Tobin and Leif content! Emily having her baby and Zoey being the amazing aunt we know she will be! And of course, MORE AMAZING MUSIC!

Thank you for reading this very long post! Cheers to a wonderful first season! Here’s hoping we get the renewal news very soon!

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The Loud House Reviews: Schooled!

Season 5, and regular coverage begin! The loud house finally moves into a new year chronologically: Lincoln and Co move up to Middle School but find themselves seperated when LIncoln accidently signs up for the wrong class and ends up with a mean teacher and frienemy chandler, and then ends up commuting to a Canadian school instead. The Canada part is more believable than a middle school not having multiple teachers for multiple subjects frankly but more ranting on that later. Meanwhile in order to get Lori moves on to college only to find every dorm is a comedic set piece, and Lynn Sr and Rita try to get Lily ready for pre school by potty training her. Finally in all this chaos Leni ends up attending pre school. Again still more believable than the single class thing. Ramblings about well guess, how amazing it is the show has lasted this long in this day and age, my thoughts on Lynn Jr being kind a obnoxious. 50% chad and my lessened hatred for rusty. Which again I assure you is more believable than the single class nonsense. Back to School, under the cut.

Welcome readers new and old to regular coverage of The Loud House! Couple of reasons for that. The first is, like amphibia, so I don’t fall behind as I tend to procastinate and let episodes of shows pile up, and i’m tired of it. The second is that I feel we need more Loud House content on this site that’s not loudcest, people shipping sam and lincoln soley to try and get back at the show for having a gay couple, and some weird stuff I can’t quite unwrap because i’m old. And keep in mind I understand 50% chad just fine.. look at him.

So yeah I have a feeling young or old, i’m not the only one scared to go int here and hopefully I can give ya’ll something fun to look forward to or worth sifting through it.

Now i’ve covered the show before.. 4 times in fact, having covered Brave the last dance as a one off way back and having covered ALL THREE SALUNA episodes during pride month. So check those out if you want my previous thoughts on the show as a whole, my faviorite character and her special lady, and me ranting about rusty/.. and we’ll get to him. But i’ve got a lot to talk about, some of it not directly about the episode so pitter pat er let’s get at eer. The first thing I want to talk about is.. how big an occasion the show is. It’s not only at 5 seasons but it recently got renewed for a 6th and still has a movie on the way.. as I hope so does rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles.. please don’t let that movie have been canceled, that show went from okay to leaving me wanting more of my mad dogs... but yeah getting back on track they’ve offically reached...

And that’s.. incredibly rare ESPECIALLY for nick. I mean yes spongebob will never die, and the fairly oddparents died way after it should’ve, but for the most part nick is a giant tire fire of dickheads when it comes to running a network. They have an absolutley ghastly habit of canceling a show as soon as possible, and if they already commissioned season 2 shuttling it to sister network nicktoons to die a quite death. They expect every show to become an overnight sucess, or else and it’s a freaking disgusting practice. And it’s still going: I mean just to bookend it, around the same time loud house started, we got the utter classic Harvey Beaks. The show had a sizeable audiences and what kids I showed it to loved it but because it wasn’t doing spongebob numbers Nick shuttled it to nicktoons then yelled at it’s creator for daring to be upset they you know.. moved his show to their designated graveyard without telling him and ended the show without giving them notice to change the ending. The final episode still WORKS as a final episode, but it wasn’t INTENDED to end on a bittersweet note and I blanme that on nick. The bookend part comes from the fact that about a month before this Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turltes ended it’s run.. on Nicktoons, with no fanfare and like Harvey fans likely only knowing thanks to scheduling, had it’s final season cut in half so they had to rush the pacing of the final few episodes to wrap up as much as they could, AND the cancelation reason was the always reliably stupid “low toy sales” excuse. The odds of a show surviving on nick, nevermind thriving are very slim and even outside the nightmare factory that is my once beloved childhood network, most animated shows last around 3 seasons. Disney channel usually cuts htem off around 4, and cartoon network around 3 if their that nice, with utter classic OK KO being one of the latest victims of the cancelation bug, and steven unvierse only got a 6th season after essentially being canceled and having to rush the ending, only THEN getting to go back and fill in the cracks with Future and the Movie. And unlike fellow network loved show that’s gone on for a while, Teen Titans Go, the Loud House is still a pretty good show. It has it’s bumps, we’ll talk about some of them here and i’ve talked about em before, especially the “”With the casagrandes mini” which could’ve easily hurt said show but thankfully didn’t. It’s grown, going from being about the one boy among ten girls to being about all 11 kids, AND their parents and making earnest attempts to make once hated characters like Lori and Lola fully fleshed out.. it’s been more 50 50 with lynn, but more on that later. My point is the show’s tried to evolve, to grow out of having a simple status quo and actually let things change and it’s refreshing when a lot of comedy shows refuse to. The show CAN be hit ore miss in quality, but hte misses have become less cruel and the hits have become that much more impactful.

Not only that but the show surivived the seeming impossible of it’s creator being revealed to be a sexual harassing creepy asshole who hopefully gets his dick sanded off for all eternity when he invetibly ends up in hell or whatevers next. Screw him but good on Nick for firing him swiftly, one of the few times in the last few years i could really say that about them and not be sarcastic, and good on the crew for carrying on easily without him.

My point is.. it’s nice to not be attending another show’s funeral. After rise and then venture bros, it’s NICE to have a show surivive and carry on and decide NOT to rest at this stage and stay in it’s comfort zone but shake things up a bit. It’s nice in this stinkhole of a year to have something to celebrate, and yes i’m aware a back to school specail is ill timed, for obvious reasons, but it was likely in production long before covid and I can’t fault the writers for wanting to give kids an escape, nor for doing the quarntine special earlier to help them talk through it. So congrats loud house you earned it. Now that’s out of the way, the not resting thing.. the thing that has me covering the show, and had me exxcited for this episode.. is that they decided to shake things up a lot by moving all the kids up an age and moving Lori up to college. And what makes this work.. is this wasn’t something they just sprung on the audience. it would’ve worked with that after 4 years of the same age and general stuff.. but season 3 started setting it up with Lincoln and Clyde’s middle school visit and Lori’s college interview, both things i’ll likely cover ventually, while Season 4, after the mini series, had most Lori episodes focus on getting her ready for it: From her senior year, to Leni realizing she’d be gone and being panicky over it, to her working to get a car, which she rides off in this episode. The show dedicated one of it’s few arcs, and probably the only non-romantic one outside of Ronnie Anne and Bobby moving to their spinoff, to this.

They were all in on this and there was no turning back, and shaking up the status quo like this is a risk as some viewers fear change and run from it like cowards> Me.. I loved it. I loved the idea of taking Lincoln to a new school, giving him and his friends new stuff to do and new challenges to face, having Lori move away, have Luna learn to drive, have Lisa enter kindergarten, Lily say more etc. And there’s even things I didn’t think of that two upcoming episode synposis suprised me with: birthday episodes, though it’d be best to spread them out but i’m hoping strife of the party isn’t the only one, and the power vacum: Can Leni take over for Lori.. should she? Should Luna or Luaan try instead. Do they even want to? it’s all good questions. It’s a simple but small change that helps change up the show for the better, opens up new avenues while not salting the earth for the old as demonstrated by half of the upcoming episdoes for the next two weeks being ones that could’ve been done at any point in the show.

So yeah my hype was at maxium, helped by the fact I love one hour specials of shows: “Change Your Mind” “Reign Storm”, all three ducktales have done so far with “Let’s Get Dangeorus” likely adding to that list.. it’s usually a great time for shows to go all out, show waht they got and tell deeper stories. So the big question all this has been leading up to: what did loud house, 5 seasons in,k with a clean slate and tone sof potetial do with their premiere? Well let’s take a look shall we? This episode is divided into 4 plots, one of which is really a plot inside a plot but still technically 4, all centered around school starting: Lincoln and Co have their first day of middle school, Lori is moving to college after all that setup, and Lily is finally old enough for daycare. And Lynn Sr is having a slow motion breakdown at first, he gets out of it quickly, because understandably he’s feeling mealcholy about not only having all his kids in school but having his first leave him. Sure he still has a full hosue but it’s still rough having one of the few constants in your life , a chaotic life at that go. So each one focuses on one of them. THe fourht if your curious has Leni accidently end up in Lily’s pre school and is comedy gold. More on that in a minute. This is actually one of the episodes problems as only Lincoln’s plot and Lori’s plot feel like they naturally dovetail, while Lily’s plot feels like an eleven minute episode that was bootstrapped to this one either to get her into daycare faster or to pad it out to an hour along with parts of the Lincoln plot. It’s till not a BAD episode, but it dosen’t feel quite as cohesive as it should, or as big in scope being an hour long, with most of the loud kids outside the four with plots not getting more than a cameo, though Lisa gets to be the best part of LIly’s plot, and Lynn.. we’ll get to her. It’s not great. I do GET why they did this, as trying to focus on ALL of them at once is nigh impossible and it let the stories breathe better, but it still feels weird that none of them have a reaction to lori being gone and frankly I think the stronger story would be to have had lily potty train LAST season, and then focus this on Lori leaving, the family adjusting, and have Lincoln’s middle school woes be the b plot. Now granted we have a full season to rumninate on her absence, and how it effects the others, so it’s not the hugest lost, but i feels like a waste of the extra time to just pile three episodes into one when a half hour could’ve done the same and saved you two half hours for later. It’s not terrible, but it could’ve been better. Now i’m done moping about the special as a whole for a second let’s break down each plot one at a time.

The A-Plot: Lincoln Took off to Canada the Other Dayyyyyyyyy The plot is very simple and the adds and summary sadly telegraphed it.. which didn’t help because it’s very clear from the episode Lincoln getting sent to canada is a wacky twist and not supposed to be in the adds. I mean I can’t blame them it’s in half the episode, but it still would’ve been funnier if they kept it as a suprise. And yes if you didn’t know about this episode LIncoln gets sent to canada which is somehow not too weird for the show. So Lincoln and Co are starting high school. And now’s as good a review as any to TALK about Lincoln’s supporting cast. I did a bit during my review of Brave the Last Dance but feel it’s a good time to talk about them again update opinons and what not. I do feel like they sometimes blend into each other a bit much and shine best when one of them is given the spotlight to play off the others instead of all playing a supporitng role. It’s why I like “Pasture Bedtime” and “brave the last dance” so much: They let the characters breathe while still giving one some extra focus. As for each indivdiually.

Clyde as I said there i’ve come around on: Early on how tolerable he was was a coin flip: he could be an adorable, somewhat awkard, sheltered kid but one eager to help his friend with his various schemes, as he is now only with a love of baking which is even better. But he could ALSO be a creepy little bugger who either had a freaking anime nose bleed and fainted when Lori was around, or tried to break her and Bobby up, Bobby who is not only the nicest character on BOTH shows in general but was extra nice to Clyde despite all this. Granted I think my boy was too dense to realize Clyde was being a one man asshole parade, but still. It dosen’t help that with Savino’s later ousting for doing the same shit but as a grown ass man. Thankfully he has done a complete recovery and the Lori bit was thankfully dropped and with Bobby gone, he couldn’t hurt my baby boy anymore, so they moved on to other parts of him. Plus I love his dad’s not just for the obvious being gay dads but for being good characters in their own right.

Stella is easily my favorite of the group, i’ve gone on about her before and Haley Tju does a wonderful job with her, and she feels a bit more three dimensional than the rest of the non-clyde members of the group. Not fully, but still a bit more than the one trait they get and hopefully like our next one up and clyde, she actually gets to start showing up outside of lincoln’s friend squad team episodes.

Liam is easily my second faviorite. I”m aware he’s not the most complex boy: He’s a farmer, and he knows how to tame animals.. that’s about what he’s used for.. but he’s a sweet enoguh kid he makes it work. And frankly said trait works for him because shockingly, out of all of lincoln’s non clyde friends he’s shown up the MOST in stories not involving Lincoln, and even in one of those lately not involving hte rest of his friends. No really, he popped up in racing hearts in season 3, and Senior Moment and Snoops On Last season. It’s not a TON of episodes overall but compared to the rest of them it’s very noticable and I love it. More please.

Moving on to the ones i’ve bitched about... Zach. Yeah.. my thoughts can best be summed up as this.

I mean.. Lincoln’s friends, even the more cheerful ones are capable of feeling defeat and pesimsim, if you want one to downtalk people you have rusty, and “has a tatoo , likes antqiues and belives in cryptids” aren’t really great quirks. If they did more with them or used them OUTSIDE of his episodes sure, but otherwise .. why is he here other than not wanting to explain his absence? Sure he plays off rusty.. but Stella could easily do his role as that and even then they don’t use him for that enough to really justify being him around. Either have a point with him or quitely write him out.. Star Vs, for all it’s flaws, leanred this as far back as season 2 with alphonso and ferguson, AND when people qutestioned where they are actually brought them back to properly write them off and gave them closure in the episode they gave the rest of the echo creek cast the same. Just pick one. And if you want him to knock rusty down a peg fine, just do so. And now Rusty.. my old nemisis.... and things have changed. Do I still LIKE Rusty? nope. Just.. nope. I don’t. He’s still a skeezy little idiot.. but I realized that unlike LIam he at least has a purpose in the group: He’s the Micheal Kelso. Granted UNLIKE kelso, they don’t go the extra mile and have his friends poke fun at him, but this isn’t that kind of friendship, and with Lynn now around more and Chandler now likely going to be the same, there’s more opprotunites for someone outside the group to rightfully insult the little moron. And if their not going to.. I realized I could. I realized I ENJOY insulting him, taking the piss out of his unjusitfied ego, and just having fun making fun fo the little goober. And more than that.. I realized he DOES have redeeming qualities. He’s a genuinely good friend, he loves his friends dearly and has no trouble showing affection despite his misplaced swagger. I may mock the kid, and I will again.. but he’s not a bad person and will likely grow out of being a dipweasel, just not on screen. I realized having a deep abiding hatred of him just wasn’t good for me when simply mocking him constantly does the trick. There are other, more important things to get pissed about. Rusty isn’t that important. But he is good joke fodder and unlike the show with Zach I refuse to pass up an opportunity.

But yeah now that’s out of the way, the basic setup here infuraties me. It’s for mildly stupid reasons, but ones i’m going to go to bat for: Lincoln dosen’t get into the same class as his friends. As in their still treating this like elementary school and having everyone in the same class for every subject. That.. that’s not how middle school works. that’s not how any of this works. They don’t lump groups of the same kids into one tract of classes, even electives like cooking or forced ones like PE, which thanks to my autisim I was allowed to attend a diffrent kind of PE that wasn’t an utter fucking nightmare. And you may say “Well Jake your a near 30 blobby shell of a man and things change” which is accurate but they haven’t changed that much. Girl Meets World was only 6 years ago. And while they DID have Cory as the only real teacher they USED, he was still shown to be their history teacher and it was lampshaded sometimes how he wasn’t their only class. And yes I know a lot can change in 6 years, the hellscape we’re in proves that, but just simply ASKING my middle schooler nephew if this is still how that works.. and yup it is. Now it could be diffrent by region, but for the most part the conseus seems to be on diffrent teachers for diffrent subjects. And again as Girl Meets World shows, it’s not THAT complicated. Just have one teacher you use for everything or have a home room. Why do this, why. Just why exactly. Why. You barely used actually in school classes for plots anyway and mostly did stuff around the edges like crushes or lunch or dodge ball. Speaking of which where is Girl Jordan. Where IS she? Anyways, my point is this, especailly as a ned’s declassified school surivvial guide on this very network,f fan really annoys me and takes me out of things.. And the thing is they COULD’VE still done this plot just had the gang all adjust, not just lincoln, to not being in the same class togehter. Have them have to do various classes WITHOUT having each other to rely on. You could even have chandler and mr. bohlmer show up. But the way they do this just..d osen’t really make sense and just feels lazy. And if there were good jokes i’d be fine with his but their aren’t. IT’s just a mean teacher and Lincoln being picked on by a moron for the first half while his friends struggle to function without him. It’s just sad and not in the well written, well thought out way. Then we get to “This needs to be an hour” portion of the plot as again the above could’ve EASILY worked for the full hour but because they instead went with this, they had to think of something else... and went with something bonkers that at the very least is entertaining: Lincoln, after convincing his teacher for a transfer, which I did like as he uses his head: He sees his teacher wants something diffrent for lunch and paper airplaners her a cupon for his dad’s restraunt then talks himself into an off campus lunch to talk her into a new class.. and winds up transfered to canada as she well meaningly did so he can’t get out of. And while I thought this was just wacky exageration having him commute.. turns out .. nope. While I don’t know if any school would actually have a student commute to Canada rather than jsut stay there turns out Royal Woods is in michigan and Michigan is across a lake from Ontario.. so yeah.. they did their geography research but not their middle school one. Weird ain’t it? Anywho, I ended up liking this portion... and not just because it has canada gooses, which means i can use this.

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And if you have a problem with Letterkenny you got a problem with me and I suggest you let that one marinate. But yeah we get an ENTIRE number playing into canadian stereotypes and it’s clear this show is rather than using them for a cheap laugh just exagerating things for fun and a slight nudge to canadians, who I clearly love. It feels less like “oh ha ha canada” and more like if the great white north was stretched over 15 minutes but still worked.

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It’s just good fun. And they also again have an entire musical number full of canadian sterotypes and expressing love of this great country which I hope to visit some day.. and possibly live if this country countinues to get worse. It just feels nice and more creative than the first half. It’s still not FANTASTIC, but it works somehow and Ic an’t explain why. Eventually LIncoln tries to get kicked out, fails then plans to blow the hockey game for everyone and calls on his friends to help, sending them all to canada wh ere they get lost in the wilderness. There is a funny bit where Stella’s gps literally freezes over and zach acidently smashes it as well as Rusty’s “Moustache” one pathetic hair because why should his moustache be anything else freezes off. and given even with me being less vitrolic his suffering is my catnip I enjoyed it. We also get a cute sequence of them runing the ice and rusty failing at anything because of course he does, while Liam both tames a moose and slathers them in grease to swim across because of COURSE he does. Of course he does. IT’s just a refreshing jolt of energy after the first half. But we do get a really damn good scene after htey fail.. besides the fact Rusty’s head is frozen, which would be funny even if it wasnt’ happenign to rusty, that just makes it go from chuckle worthy to giant uncomfortable laugh worthy, where Lincoln gives up: They’ll still be firends and he’ll still come visit but it’s best he just adapt to his new life instead of try and fight so hard against it and he’s starting to enjoy canada. It’s a well acted and sad scene that ends with a huge hug from clyde and another bit we’ll get to in a second. But because having LIncoln in canada would be hard to maintain for a few seasons, and because as degrassi shows me the odds of him getting nearly beaten to death, caught in school shooting, stabbed in a parking lot or ending up in a kevin smith film which back then was a treat but now is a coin flip, are very high. Seriously he dosen’t want to end up in moose jaws, he instead gets banned from canada for three years for refusing maple syurp... which is also fucking hilarious just for it’s sheer rediculousness. Who dosen’t love canadian maple syrup? So the ballance is restored, Liam has moose now, and Lincoln actually gets the trailer heat turned down because he asked.. this plot was not very good as I made clear and drags the specail down and it’s in part because there were other joke and character opprotunites iwth ACTUAL middle school and instead it just comes off as another episode of “Smack lincoln around because tha’ts funny right” and wastes good opprotunity. It’s not all terrible, the canada jokes worked becuase they felt like they were in good fun and more a loving jab at canada instead of just using stereotypes for sterotypes sake, and given the loud sisters started as basic character achtypes it fits the shows tone. So canada part good the rest a huge disapointment. Also before we move onto Lori: Lynn.. was utterly terrible this episode. The girl one, obviously. Lynn Sr is usually a delight. Yeahhh while I don’t hate her like some do, I do find her to be REALLY hit and miss: she’s either an enjoyable additon to the episode, an intresting lead.. or an obnoxious nightmare who makes everyone around her suffer and is used for gross out gags.. which if nothing else it’s good their using a girl for it but it dosen’t make it actually funny? And here she’s Hall Monitor and a giant terror to everyone INCLUDING THE PRINCIPAL and it feels like a waste.. other episodes have had her be lincoln’s mentor when it comes to his shift to middle school and when the time comes where that would be utterly useful... she’s instead just a jackass because they coudln’t think of something better to do with her and it’s another disapointment. The B-Plot: Lori Loud and the Infinite Comic Set Pieces This plot was better but likely would’ve worked better in a shorter episode to me if i’m being honest, but it’s grown on me the more i’ve thought about it.. plus it has Bobby!

I haven’t really had a chance to mention it since most Loud Houses i’ve covered are after his exit and he only really shows up in lori episodes and I haven’t covered the Casagrandes yet.. but I love this idiot. He’s sweet, charming, kind, a good boyfriend, a good big brother, and a caring individual. Sure he’s dumb as a box of hammers, but he’s a good kid and post season 1 he and lori have good chemstiry. And he was easily one of hte biggest draws to the spinoff for me which has fleshed him out nicely with his work at the Mercado, showing he is good at something. He’s just a great character and i’m glad to see him back on the mothership, even if he doesn’t do much and at most just keeps coming back to help Lori move at a moment’s notice. But it feels less like her being selfish and more like him being selfless: Sure she’s asking a lot.. but he probably gets that moving away from home and into a strage place is hard for his lady and just wants to help her be happy and settle in. Because he’s the best.

As for why Lori keeps moving part of it is the fact that the dorms at fair way are insane comic set pieces and I am here for it. She starts out at the silent dorm, which just.. no. No on that no. Then moves to the driving range dorm which is exactly what it sounds like and is a hilarious hurricane of balls. “Sigh” Archer if you would.

And the sand trap dorm, which just has a giant bunch of sand in the closets for some reeason.. presumibly to keep darth vader away. And yes I get it’s supposed to mimic a sandtrap but theni t should be all around like the other dorms. It’s goofy, it’s dumb.. and I can’t help but laugh at it and the fact that Fairway apparently is so intense about golf they train students via having them live on certain hazards like this was an anime... and I would totally watch a spinoff about lori that was her undergoing anime golf battles. And I hate golf. Plus put bobby in there.. he can be on two shows. Make it a diffrent world but with dragon ball z golf battles. But eventually Lori comes crying home after breaking down, like any college student living away i’m told.. and that’s where the dovetail I mention comes into play. Lori overhears lincoln’s pep talk and decides to go back and face the exesntial nightmare that is her dorm life, giving her brother a sincre hug and thanking him for uknowingly helping her. It’s a really sweet moment. It’s why her plot works for me.. it has the emotinal weight that feels lacking from the main plot. It’s a bit repetitive, but frankly that’s the show’s bread and butter at this point and i’ts more a case of which repettition works better sometimes. That one moment saves the plot form being unwatchable and Lori moves into the water hazard floor of the dorms, and is finally ready. And while at first I thought the exagerated dorms lowered the punch of things.. it really dosen’t. From what i’ve heard Dorm life isn’t easy, and being away from home is even harder. My mentally anxious self would’ve broken down within days. Their just taking it up twenty notches because loud house. The real issue is lori being homesick, which I do feel could’ve been handled better, but for what hit is it’s okay. Not as good as it couldv’e been but still better than the a-plot. But it’s a nice bit of character stuff: it shows usually in control Lori out of her element and trying to adapt and hopefully we’ll see more of her this season in that context. And more of bobby, may he reign forever. Okay one more.

The C and D plots: Leni and Lily Go to Preschool This one won’t take long, thank god. Lily goes to preschool, the loud parents, after some empty nest.. enjoy having the house to themselves for the first time in years. They actually have TIME with no kids and just the two of them to goof off and, presumibly off screen, boink like rabbits.. granted that’s how they clearly usually do it given they have 11 kids but still. But Lily gets sent home for popping herself, and they have to teach her to go it’s eh aside from a few bits. As I said Lisa is the best part of this as Lynn Sr and Rita yank her out of school, with Lisa responding to Cheryls worries abotu her missing school with a dry “I think i’ll be fine without finger painting”. The resolution, or at least the start of it, is genuinelly clever. Turns out Lily KNOWS how to use the potty, she just dosen’t want to go to school yet, and the Loud Parents.. actually take this well, confronting her with it but gently, understanding she may not want to leave the nest and letting her stay.

Meanwhile Leni ends up in preschool in the shuffle of not having Lori around to guide her one brain cell. Which is honestly hilarious and her outfit for the episode is fucking dope.. I honestly wish she’d wear her hair in a ponytail more often and the jacket is nice. I wish this was her new outfit.. like they could make it green so she’s not stepping on Lola wearing pink, but it’s a nice change of pace. But yeah it’s hilarious, especially since neither she nor the actual professionals notice and it has a nice bit of subtext on tumblr noted: She may be regressing, or simply enjoying little girl school because she misses her big sister and it’s easier than navigating a scary world without her best frined. To dig into it a bit myself we’ve seen in previous episodes that Lori is her rock, who she goes to when she has a problem in her solo episodes, who she relies on. Sure they fight over a closet but they depend on each other. We saw how worried Leni was about loosing her last season, and now she’s lost her and dosen’t know what to do without her. It’ll be intresting to see more of. Or it’s because while she’s a capable young woman she’s also as dumb as a box of hammers like her future brother in law> you make the call. Eventually Leni gets sent back, and bemoans missing all the fun of preschool.. which gets Lily to go as she gets a trampoline, and the nest is finally empty.. also Leni goes back for a few more bounces. Yeah I love this kid. She’s sweet, kind, and hilariously moranic and voiced by LIliana Mumy who along with Carols is easliy part of my stable of voice actors. So yeah the family’s moving on, etc etc, and this review is finally over. Final Thoughts: This episode was okay. It reaks of wasted potetial, but it’s a fine enough one hour, it jsut couldv’e been MORE with such a long run time and the lily and leni bits would’ve fit better in a seperate episode. It’s not TERRIBLE but it’s just an okay start to the season and a waste of good stories and good laughs in places. Still the show’s had worse, it’s just okay overall. Not TERRIBLE but it could’ve been FANTASTIC. Next week Leni deals with the lori power vaccum and Lincoln and Clyde snoop on the neighbors. Until then you can find other loud house reviews on my blog, hit me up iwth an ask for suggetsions or a dm to comission an episode you want to see me cover and until then, GO TEAM VENTURE. Play us out servo

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I’m here for you

Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Plot: You just heard the saddest news of your life as an overseas worker and you tried to hide it from Tom but eventually, he found out and comforted you. (oneshot)

Warnings: Mention of death, maybe a bit of fluff?

Word count: 1473

Having a bit of writer’s block on my two ongoing series but somehow thought of this one shot. I seem to not have moved on yet from my mom’s passing just this March and used this as inspiration for this story. Sorry in advance if this should not be a good one. just wanted to write this one out. any feedback or suggestions are welcome! thank you in advance!

“Mom’s gone.” You heard your sister saying on the other line. You heard it clearly, but for some reason you did not want to process the information that was just said to you.

“Y/N? Are you still there?” your sister called.

“Yes! I- I’m still here. I just- I thought that she’ll still have more time. I’m sorry, I can’t be there right now. I just renewed my contract and all, and you know how it goes-“

“You don’t have to worry about us Y/N. I’m much more worried about you as you’re alone right now. We understand about your career. You know how mom and dad supported us in every aspect of our lives. Now they’re both gone, this will be a hard start moving forward. But I know in time we will be okay.” Your sister cut you off, you can hear her worried tone on the other line.

Tears did not form soon enough while you were speaking with your sister. She told you that they will be busy for the next few hours for your mom’s funeral. Her wake may just take three or five days as your sister still need to work on some important documents.

Your sister already hung up and you were still holding the phone by your ear. You were only brought back to your senses when your set alarm went off. Meaning you had to go back to work. Meaning you had to pretend you were okay for the second half of the day. Hopefully it will be a shorter shooting day for Tom.

You have just renewed your contract to being his personal assistant last month and as far as you know you can’t fly back home for the next six months no matter the circumstance.

You had been Tom’s assistant for almost 3 years now. You started working for Tom when your father just passed away. During your father’s wake, you got the news that you were accepted in being his assistant and immediately flew to the states without having much time to mourn over your father’s passing.

Tom did not know much about your family except that you’re the youngest from your siblings and that you had the job in your time of mourning, and he helped you a lot to move on from that phase. For some reason you never had the chance to have those heart to heart talks with him, but you were there for him when he needed someone to confide in.

You went back to the trailer and Tom was outside, somehow his eyebrows were crossed. It seems that Tom is not in his best mood again. Which rarely happens though. But it had to be now.

When you approached him though, he seem to have noticed you (or a presence) as you felt he was angry and said something in a not so calm manner, “Please, stop bothering us, you did not have to go that far, she-“ he cut off his statement when he noticed it was you.

“Oh Y/N I’m sorry I thought it was the paparazzi. I found one earlier and asked nicely twice to refrain from following me around and from spreading false information.” He apologized and noticed tears forming in your eyes.

But you wiped it quickly and advised that you just woke up from an hour nap and you were not feeling that good.

He seems to have believed it and told you that he’ll be going back to set and advised you to not wait for him, and gave you permission to leave early.

While waiting for Tom in the trailer, you called your best friend, Riko, to tell her the news. She was like family as you’ve been friends since grade school and she’s quite close to your family as well. She migrated to the US when you were in college. But she was in New Jersey, you were in Georgia right now.

Tom had no more scenes after lunch and just made up an excuse for you to leave earlier, but you knew she’d stay a bit longer in the trailer before going home. You knew that she doesn’t have anyone with her at her apartment and that she just gets bored at home.

You made her believe that you bought what she said earlier but you knew something was off earlier.

You bought her favorite comfort food, Ramen, and you also got gyoza for her. You will make tea in the trailer which goes well with the dish. You learned to love this dish because of her. You learned to eat new food and learn new things from her.

As time went by, she became a lot more special for you and it was something everyone can see, but she seems oblivious that she can’t seem to notice which you find amusing.

As you were to open the door of your trailer, you heard her, “Riko, Mom’s gone.” Then you heard her crying her eyes out, before continuing, “I don’t know what to do, I can’t even be there with my family. I know this is bound to happen, but I’m not prepared for it to happen now.” She continued crying. And said goodbye to her best friend on the phone.

You went inside soon after hearing that and put down the food you are carrying to go ahead and embrace her tightly.

“Oh Y/N, I’m so sorry for your loss. It must be hard for you, especially that you’re away. I can help make arrangements for you to come home for at least a month so that you can mourn and be with your family.” You told her as you were hugging her and rubbing her back as well.

You were only able to bawl your eyes out to Tom. You’ve fallen in love with this guy, but he seems oblivious of your feelings. Someone even told you that he’s head over heels for you but you find it hard to believe as he seems so kind to everyone he interacts with.

“Thank you Tom, they do understand that I can’t go home now. It’s just going to be hard moving forward.”

“It’s okay really. I can help you with anything you need right now. But for now, you need to eat at least. I bought Ramen and gyoza. I know it’s your go- to when you’re feeling down. I can make tea for us as well.” Tom went ahead to prepare the food for you.

“Why would you do as much as finding a way for me to go home? Are you no longer happy working with me?” you asked him.

“No Y/N! I love working with you! As a matter of fact, I love you, so much, I’d do anything to help you in times that you’re down like now, and anything to make you happy as well.”

“Well, I love you too, Tom, and I love working with you.” You answered back. You always say that you love each other that it no longer surprised you.

“No Y/N, I “love” you. I mean it. I’m happy when I’m with you, and I feel content even if I’m doing nothing with you. I know it’s wrong timing to really confess how I feel and all, but I want you to know that I’m sincere with my feelings for you and I am deeply, madly in love with you. And it sometimes frustrates me that you seem to not notice.” He told you, emphasizing on the word love, and stared deeply into your eyes, making you blush at the confession.

“D-do you mean it? I mean, I’m surprised by the sudden confession, but I also do mean that I love you too. I’m not sure how it happened or how it began, I just, I just knew one day that I am.” You confessed back at him which made him smile.

“We have each other now, that’s what matters. But I’ll still make sure to make arrangements for you to go home. The crew will understand. I wouldn’t want to take away this time from you from your family. When you get back, then we can talk about us moving forward. But please do know that you already have my heart Y/N and I don’t intend on walking away from how I feel for you.”

“Thank you, Tom. This means a lot to me. Everything still seems like a dream for me, nightmare and a beautiful dream it is. But I know that everything shall pass, and I will be okay. Tomorrow has a lot at stake for us Tom and facing it with you from now on is more than enough for me. For now, shall we eat the ramen please?”

Tom chuckled and answered, “Of course, my love. Eat, we shall.”

#tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston fan fiction #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston oneshot

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shernoel · 5 years

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May I request a romantic moment between Erik and Christine ?? uwu please and thank you

I’m not sure if you wanted art or writing, so I just chose whatever. Hopefully this counts as romantic enough! I do have a drawing in the works that will also cover this prompt, which will he posted soon. Also I’m on mobile so hopefully the cut works, if not I sincerely apologize!

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Erik was not an anxious man. He liked to do things at his own pace, and do them well at that. His music took hold of his body and he worked frantically for days at a time, but he was not anxious over its flaws. He knew he could mold and polish it until it shone with beauty. He had all the time in the world for his Don Juan, for example. Quite literally.

But when it came to Christine, things were different. He was sure if the Daroga could see him now, hurriedly preparing Earl Grey tea and biscuits for a tiny blonde soprano, he would die of shock and amusement combined. A scowl crossed Erik’s devil’s mouth at the thought. Meddlesome booby. He had no right to even think of his life, let alone Christine! But it was of no matter, the Daroga was not here.

He smoothed his long hands over his clothing, trying to fix imaginary wrinkles and flaws. If he were to have this damned horror of a face, he must make up for it in all other aspects! His fingers found his mask, and he quickly ran them over it to calm his racing heart. The horror is hidden and safely tucked away where no soul would witness its terror. Erik’s yellow eyes flickered to the clock on the mantle—installed there at Christine’s insistence that “I cannot tell the time here without light, Erik, and I think I’m going mad!”, and he certainly didn’t want that, so he quickly created a beautifully crafted gold clock for her—and he saw that he still had roughly half an hour before she was to come. Unsure of what to do with all of this spare time, Erik decided to do a sweep through of the home—never her room, though, that was hers alone. Heaven knows how much he himself valued privacy. He would not invade hers. The cushions of every couch were fluffled, the fireplace lit comfortably, and the tables shone with cleanliness. When it was still ten minutes until her arrival, he was quite sure he would drive himself insane if his hands were not busy, and so he set himself to the task of fixing the books in the bookshelf until they were all straightened and dusted. Ten minutes became five, and five became none. Still Christine was not there. Anger and concern flared to life in Erik’s heart. Did she not want to visit anymore? Did she value him so little? Was she with that boy—

His thoughts were cut off by a ringing chime throughout the house. His doorbell! She was crossing over now!

Sweeping his scrutinizing gaze over the room one last time, he nodded once and strode to the door to open it for her—he truly wanted to show her he could be gentlemanly and kind, and gentlemen opened doors, did they not?

As he unlocked the door and stepped back to allow his beloved girl in, he was quite literally struck still by shock. Christine stood before him, white flakes stuck all over her hair, her face wet and flushed red over her pretty cheeks. Her eyelashes weren’t even spared from the snow, little droplets collecting on the delicate hairs.

He realized a little too late that one of his long, bony fingers were reaching out to that delicate eyelash, and quickly threw himself backwards.

“Come on in, Christine,” he choked out.

“I’m ever so sorry for being late! The snow outside made it hard for me to catch a brougham—it’s a blizzard out there!” The dear girl seemed blissfully unaware of his turmoil over her unkempt beauty as she chattered on, entering his domain.

“Is it now?” He humored her, inwardly berating himself. Use your wit, you dumb fool! Stop standing there like an idiot. Christine hummed in affirmation, taking her gloves off and huffing when they stuck to her hands.

“Truly! I don’t think I’ve seen a snowstorm like this since…” and here she trailed off, and Erik looked to her rosy face as it turned downcast. He scrambled for something to distract her from the difficult memories of her past.

“Tea! I have made us tea! And biscuits! You enjoy those, don’t you Christine?”

She looked up at him then, and her blue eyes seemed to return with a bit of light. Then the angel smiled at him, and his heart melted into a puddle at his feet.

“I’d love that, Erik. And I do. May I shed my coat? It is much warmer here than out there, thank goodness.”

Erik nodded once, and his mouth dried as she removed her thick cloak and hung it up, a bit of her hair falling loose from its pins and curling down her back. His dear girl was so polite. How he wished he could be the one to remove her coat for her—Tea, Erik.

He hurriedly turned and set to arranging the teacups and biscuits, and before long they were seated in their respective chairs as they drank the warm beverage. Christine was looking much more normal and dry now, and Erik took in all of her presence he could. She sipped delicately at her tea, and seemed to be avoiding his burning gaze—she had confessed in the past that his constant stare unnerved her, and though he tried to fix it, sometimes he was unaware he was even doing it—so he quickly turned his yellow gaze to the fireplace.

“Did you change the bookshelf?” She suddenly asked, a hint of humor in her tone. His dear girl was nothing if not observant. He stiffened a bit awkwardly.

“Yes...is it to your liking?”

Christine laughed, her voice sounding like tinkling bells as she responded,”not everything you do must be to my taste, dear Erik.”

While he normally would have protested that she hadn’t answered his question, the term of endearment floored him. If it wasn’t for the feeling of warmth the teacup gave his fingers, he would’ve sworn he had died and gone to heaven. Erik hadn’t realized he had gone still and silent like the corpse he was until Christine’s worried hand touched his shoulder gently and he jumped.

“Erik? I love the bookshelf—you always have the best taste in books. Even those boring architecture ones...please don’t be upset.”

“Why would I be upset, Christine?” He asked, still dazed that she had called him dear. If he were to perish now, he would die a happy man, her gentle touch on his shoulder causing his heart to spasm.

“I called your name a few times but you didn’t respond...I thought I did something wrong…”

Here he looked up and quickly saw her upset eyes avoiding his gaze, her lip being chewed as she always does when she is worried.

“Christine!” He exclaimed, and she jumped, and he cursed his sudden action. His hand caught hers in desperation.

“I apologize! Your Erik gets caught up in his own head, sometimes he forgets he is even here! Please do not blame yourself for his own shortcomings!”

Her gaze softened, and she briefly squeezed his hand.

“I’m glad I didn’t upset you, but…”

She continued her endearing habit of nibbling on her lip. He couldn’t tear his golden gaze away this time from her pink lips.

“What were you thinking so hard about?”

Erik’s brain fizzed out when he needed it most. He most certainly was not going to tell her he was thinking about her and her words and how much they truly affected him...

“Oh. Um. Thoughts...yes. Many of those, Christine. Finish your tea.”

He waved his hand towards her seat, and to his surprise as he watched her retreating form...was that disappointment in her eyes? Drat. He had upset her.

“It is nothing of importance, my Christine. Please don’t trouble yourself with Erik’s madness,” he pleaded, knowing the poor girl somehow still blames herself for his awkward detachment.

Christine turned her gaze to the fire and sipped her tea, a stray blonde curl falling onto her cheek. An awkward silence followed, only interrupted by the crackle of the hearth, and then;”you aren’t mad, Erik. Not completely, anyway. Madness can be...nice, sometimes. Different. Genius.”

His yellow eyes bore into her very soul as he tried to comprehend her words. Was this a roundabout compliment? A simple way to appease him? Or just his kind Christine? She turned her gaze to his, but then quickly looked away, seeming to flush and smile a bit under his stare.

“But onto different topics...this tea is lovely.”

He smiled his ugly smile under the mask.

“I am very happy you say so, Christine.”

“Very lovely. Where do you get your tea?”

At this he only let the twinkle in his eyes tell her. Her smile grew in understanding. His girl was clever, she would comprehend his hidden meanings. Things went missing in the Opera House all the time.

“Erik, you shouldn’t!” She scolded, but the smile told him she found his mischief fun.

“How else is a ghost supposed to get his tea? Now, my turn for a subject change. Would you like to sing? Of course if you’re too tired, I can play for you.” He stood quickly, placing his drained cup to the side. He seemed to have a renewed vigor at the sight of her smile, and knowing that he was the cause of it.

Christine set her cup down and stood up, and as she crossed the room to him he realized just how small she was compared to him. So soft, so delicate, his darling…

“Shall we go, Erik? I’d like to sing...well...if it isn’t too much to ask…”

Erik retorted perhaps a bit too quickly as he walked ahead of her;”Nothing you ask is too much, my dear.”

Christine stopped for a second, then smiled shyly up at him, continuing the walk to the music room.

“Could we sing a few Christmas songs? Duets, even?”

He stilled as he came to sit on the piano bench, but the pleading look in her eyes made him feel a warmth in his heart no drug could compare to.

“I suppose there wouldn’t be any harm in it…” he trailed off, and she gave a squeal of excitement.

“Oh thank you, Erik!” She exclaimed, and to his complete and utter surprise, she bent down and hugged him. Too frozen with shock to comprehend what was happening, his hands remained frozen just shy of her back, trembling a bit with want. She does not see you in that way, you fool, his inner voice reminded him. But why not enjoy the gifts she does give us? Another voice added. And so Erik slowly lowered his cold hands to the warmth of her back, and closed his eyes. The hug was over all too soon, and he straightened himself up on the bench as she shyly ducked back into her spot by the piano, her head almost as red as it was when she arrived.

“What shall we start with?” He asked, and then Christine replied and the music began.

Her voice was just as lovely and pure as he remembered, and all he could feel was the lovely sound emitting from her throat and the piano for hours. Soon he joined her, to her obvious delight, and they sang carols until Christine had to pause.

“I’m quite tired, Erik dear,” she started, and he once again allowed the happy feeling to wash over him at being referred to as dear,”and the weather is awful...may I stay here tonight?”

He stood from the bench, making his way over to her to lightly guide her back into the sitting room.

“Of course Christine! You are always welcome to stay in Erik’s home.”

But something else seemed to be on her mind, her face becoming even redder than before. He likened her to a tomato, or a fine red wine, but much prettier and more dear to him. He shook himself from his lovesick thoughts as she spoke again.

“Could you...read to me? Or just speak? I do so enjoy your voice.” She laughed a bit nervously.

“Perhaps it’s silly…”

“Of course I’ll read to you, my dear Christine.”

His long fingers gestured for her to sit, and to his surprise she chose the couch. That was fine, he would kneel before her and read. Just to be in her presence was a blessing.

After choosing a book from the shelf—fairytales, her favorite—he walked over and knelt before her sitting form. Christine leaned forward and caught his hand with her own, and his eyes were glued to her soft fingers intertwined in his own.

“Please, don’t do that Erik. Sit with me...please…”

How could he deny his angel?

And so that is how Erik found himself sitting next to —not too close of course, but next to!— his beloved on the couch in the sitting room while the fire burnt before them. He opened the book and began to speak in the most soothing tones his voice could produce—quite effective, he knew. His voice was powerful. Soon, Christine was drifting off, and she laid her head on his bony shoulder as she nuzzled in for warmth. Her blonde hair tickled his neck and he gasped for air. He must be dreaming!

But the house by the lake was indeed inhabited by two people that night, and though Erik was not an anxious man, he held Christine carefully and protectively, making sure she could never have an uncomfortable moment throughout her time in dreamland.

#my writing #in case this isn’t clear enough Christine does return his affections they just havent said it to each other yet #poto fanfiction #poto fanfic #poto #christine x erik #leroux christine #leroux phantom #leroux erik #phantom of the opera #erik/christine

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wonderlandcrows · 5 years

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M!Byleth x Sylvain Goddess Tower

I love this fake himbo , and thanks to @omgkalyppso for editing ♥♥

Word count: 971

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Sylvain had followed Byleth after noticing him slip away into the shadows.

It didn’t surprise him that the professor was talented at not being noticed when he didn’t want to be.

There he was, standing at the Goddess Tower, alone.

Sylvain smiled to himself in a deprecating manner. What was he doing here? Watching him of all people? The man he had threatened a mere few weeks ago. He could literally be doing anything else and it would be better, but the thought of catching the ex-mercenary meeting with somebody was enticing.

The thought also made his heart wrench. A strange feeling, whose origin Sylvain couldn’t waste time on.

Byleth was just staring at the sky...and Sylvain started to feel like he was intruding, especially when it appeared nobody was coming.

With a sigh, he decided to come out of his hiding place.

Byleth turned towards him as soon as he did, shifting into a guarded stance.

‘’Hey Teach,’’ Sylvain greeted with a wink. He had tried flirting with him before, if only to get a reaction of the usually stoic man. ‘’What are you doing here? Hopefully, not waiting on a girl...people will talk you know.’’ Though he felt his words were innocuous enough that they could pass for teasing, he really wanted to know.

Byleth looked at him emotionless as ever, and closed his eyes before taking a deep breath. Sylvain felt struck when he opened them again.

‘’You’re the one I would expect to see with someone here. Did I steal your spot?’’

He said it with what looked like a sneer but Sylvain couldn’t be sure, he had never seen him make that sort of expression before. In response to Sylvain’s shocked silence, Byleth folded his arms and raised an eyebrow further unbalancing the noble

‘’Or maybe you’re the one I wanted to be with tonight.’’

Determined to get an advantage over Byleth, Sylvain leaned into a familiar response. He could spin the situation around, he thought, he hoped. He would hate to let him win.

Byleth approached Sylvain carefully, and Sylvain grinned in response, somehow relieved by his height. That Byleth had to lift his head slightly to meet his gaze gave Sylvain some measure of security. He was sure someone would say he looked insufferably smug, but it was to his surprise that Byleth rose to the challenge.

‘’If you wanted me to be here with you, you could’ve just asked,’’ the words were said with a teasing tone, and a challenging undertone, ‘’Unless, am I so scary that you didn’t have the guts to ask me?’’

That was an attitude Byleth rarely showed to others. Sylvain couldn’t help a smirk, thinking himself quite privileged to bear witness to a side of the professor that most mightn’t know about. In truth, he was beyond elated, for reasons he ignored.

With all sorts of talk of the Goddess and wishes around...Tonight, it felt possible to learn more about this strange walking enigma. He swallowed, hard.

‘’Well now, don’t flatter yourself professor. You ARE beautiful but not enough to-’’

Byleth leaned towards Sylvain, and he lost his train of thought. He was a blushing mess, and easily lost the upper hand.

Upon seeing this so-called ladies’ man lose his composure...Well, Byleth found the whole situation both amusing and gratifying. He didn’t intend to tease Sylvain so much, but now, if pressed, he was sure he’d do it again.

Sylvain coughed, and attempted to redirect the conversation. ‘’Anyway, have you heard of the rumors of this place?’’

Of course he had, but Byleth didn’t put much stock in rumors. However, he did want to see how Sylvain would phrase the legend and so, shook his head no.

‘’They say if lovers exchange vows here, they’ll come true. Want to try wishing for something?’’ Sylvain hoped the last part came out more confident than it felt.

All of his renewed composure was dashed at the sight of Byleth smiling. Not a kind smile, no. A mischievous one.

‘’Is this way of asking me to be your lover?’’

Sylvain blushed at the thought; so much so that he could feel the heat in his face. He hoped the darkness would prove to be enough cover to avoid the continued embarrassment of letting Byleth know how he had flustered him.

‘’If it is,’’ Byleth continued, ‘’I’m afraid I’ll have to refuse. You and I might be the same age, but nevertheless. I’m still your teacher.’’

He was serious this time. Sylvain was surprised at that. It made him question his nerves, and around the lump in his throat he blurt out, ‘’Then, I’ll just have to ask you again, once that’s changed.’’

This seemed to catch Byleth by surprise. If Sylvain wasn’t always watching him, consciously or otherwise, he might have missed the shift in expressions. He felt proud, to be the one surprising him this time, rather than the other way around.

‘’I’m sure you’ll have found someone else by that point.’’

It hurt him to hear him say that. And despite Byleth releasing him from their game of one-upmanship, Sylvain took it as a challenge...or maybe a promise to himself to see it through.

‘’In any case, let’s return to the dance, shall we? I can teach you my moves.’’

Sylvain winked and extended his hand towards Byleth.

The look Byleth gave his offered hand had Sylvain feeling nervous again, and he suspected this might be the only reaction he’d get… but then Byleth looked up at him, and answered, ‘’ You shouldn’t underestimate me.’’

This sent shivers down Sylvain’s spine. He grinned. ‘’We’ll see, won’t we?’’

And the two walked back to the others, they continued talking to one another in comfortable, hushed conversation, keeping each other’s company for just a little bit longer.

#crow writes #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #byleth #m!byleth x sylvain #sylvain jose gautier #REPOSTING BC IM A FOOL WHO FORGOT A PART OF IT PREVIOUSLY MY BAD IODFIFDIODFIO #long post #im booboo the fool

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otakuhoo · 4 years

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Full House 🏠

By: Otakuhoo

A home is some what like a place you can dwell unto if you’re so tired of the world and badly needed a place to recharge. A safe haven that you can just grab every thing you need like love and support from the rest of the people living in it. In other way, it can’t be called a home either if the ones living in it don’t reciprocate feelings for each other. Rather, it’s simply a house.

I’ve tried living in a random house. When I got a job away from my country, I’d never thought I could find a similar home I had back in my home country. I lived in a villa together with my colleagues at work. We were all girls (which lessen the excitement) in there. I’ve always wanted to try a kind of liberation where I get to live with random people with variety of personalities and beliefs. We were 14 girls when we took our first step in the house and hastily picked our own rooms and roommates. Luckily, I have my very own buddy with me in that journey so automatically she’s gonna be my roommate.

The girls I lived with were quite older than me. I’m the youngest in the herd (since most of us are plus size girls!). There goes my introvert personality again. I’m not much of a talker at first, scrutinizing people I guess had been a hobby of mine before I get to slide in to their world PARTLY. They were wonderful women with different life stories and battles that had overcome with. Let’s start from the ones in the ground floor, shall we? 👍🏻

Gelli (Korean-ish) 🇰🇷

She’s a sweet little introvert just like me. ✌🏻✌🏻 (only the introvert part 😬) Looking at her, you could probably think she’d never done any white lies or rebellions in life. She’s very intimidating to look at and to be with. You could really distinguished how dark-skinned you are if you happened to sit beside her. She’s a total ideal package of a girlfriend must have for boys. It’s freakin’ me out how come she’d never had a boyfriend. With a god given beauty and fairness like hers, damn what else guys could be looking for. Seriously, this girl never had a boyfriend? 🙀🙀 A shock to my bones and to my internal organs.

Very well, she looks even hotter I mean cuter with the eye glasses. Too bad boys, she’s an oppaholic. You have to be an oppa-ish guy before you can date her. 🇰🇷🇰🇷

Babylyn (The Pretty Amazona!🇧🇷)

If I’m the youngest based on age, well this girl just beat me being the youngest based on her name. She’s a baby for Pete’s sake. Guys would be calling her baby without any reason cause that’s really her name. I wonder if her parents have thought really hard in giving her name. (Just kidding babz!!) But she prefers to be called BABZ rather than baby. She’s the exact opposite of her roommate who is Gelli. She’s too loud even when her intention is just to whisper. She’s the clown in the group. And she could be a temperamental clown to be honest. 😂😂 She gets angry so easily after a lot of teasing. That’s what you call ricochet Babz. ✌🏻You get what you ask for. 🤗🤗What I like most about this girl is her strong will. She’s an independent SINGLE girl. (I have to emphasize the status SINGLE 😂😂.) Just like Gelli, she never had a boyfriend too. No questions ask. (Peace!! She might get mad again while reading this.🙏🏻🙏🏻) She is such a family oriented girl that she chose to prioritize her family’s needs and I salute you on that sister! Long lived the single since birth women in the house! 🙌🏻

MJ (The Fashionable Mom)

Nothing beats the gloriousness of this modern fashionable mom, onee-chan MJ. Well, she doesn’t even look like a mom in the first place. She’s so bubbly that she never rans out of things to say. She’s the kind of girl you wanted to drag with in a place where conversations are starting to lasts. She can be very intimidating at first maybe because of the mole? 🤗 Seriously, she has that modelly kinda look and that mole suits on her face perfectly. We’ve never bonded that long because she has to move out and transfer to the nearest accommodation in the hospital we worked in. Still, we waved each other hello and chat sometimes.

Kimberly (Motherhood 1st Runner Up) 🤰🏼

This lady here is the roommate of onee-chan Mj. She’s about to have a precious angel a few months from now. I addressed her the 1st runner up because she was the second one who got pregnant after coming back in the villa from vacation. I’ll tell you later who is the culprit. 😂😂✌🏻

She is our “chef”. Every time we’re celebrating a special occasion in the house, we’re always looking forward to her cooking. I guess it’s her fault why we all gained such weight. 🤔🤔 Food catering could be a good business partnership with her. 🙌🏻🤟🏻

They are the ones residing in the first floor. Let’s move a notch and head on to the 2nd floor. The girls here are kinda interesting (that includes me!) as well. 🤷🏼‍♀️

Reycianne (Ms Motherhood inter-amniotic 🤰🏼👸🏼)

That’s right! She is the culprit. 😂😂 She started the trend. She had been my movie and cooking buddy in the house. She’s petite but her energy is a bit taller than her. She talks a lot when she was still not pregnant. Now that she’s a preggie, she can’t close her mouth anymore. Just kidding! 😂😂 I love this woman. She’s very religious and I get to learn a lot of things in life from her. She taught me how to be wiser and crazier sometimes. I miss teasing and laughing at her because she never gets mad easily. We tend to tell each other’s secrets and gossip about loads of things.

To your soon to be baby GIRL, may you not inherit your mommy’s weird personalities. 😂😂😂 Cheers to your upcoming new family onee-chan XHAN! 😘😘

Rubia ( The Food Enthusiast!)

If you can’t get enough of every food, there must be an itty bitty of Rubia in you. Trust me, I think she had been to most of the fast food chains and restaurants in the city. She can be onee-chan Kim’s sous chef cause they both love to cook but Rubia loves eating more. (Peace on earth yo!) She’s cool to go out with too. One time when me, her and Carla went to buy some groceries, thought she’ll buy all the stuffs in the store and close it for good (hahaha) cause she ended up in the counter with two carts and one is fully stuffed. Most of it I think were edible. Bet you know what I mean.

Well, I hope that this enthusiasm she has on food will lead her to finding Mr. Right. I think she’s used to eating meals alone in a fancy restaurant and if she keeps on doing it, some random (hopefully the right one) guy will get to sit and talk to her over a meal. Drastically, we were in Saudi Arabia so the guy can’t probably sit with her unless they saved some seats in the family section. I’ll keep on crossing my fingers Onee-chan RUBZ till they all get tied up. (hehe). Luckily, I get to see one of your facebook stories that you had been video calling a certain guy 😲, guess every thing starts falling into place. 🥰

Sherly ( The Sweet Country Girl-ish)

Yes, she is sweet not just by her looks but also her voice. The first time I get to hear her voice, I sighed and told myself “I can get along really well with her.” Cause I once had that kind of voice too, so hearing someone having a silvery voice (which is cooler than mine) can be called my soulmate. 🥰 🥰 I like how she smiles a lot. It’s so vibrant, warm and inviting. I’ve never seen her at her lowest point, though she had a hard time working on some HR files back in our previous hospital where we worked in. She was sad but not devastated. You couldn’t even tell she had a bad day unless she tells you. 👍 👍 Now that’s what you call pure magic. Too bad, she didn’t renew anymore her contract in KAMCJ, which made the house kinda gloomy when she left. No more sweet voice of Onee-chan Sherly coming from the kitchen or the living room. She’s like the first one to get us some food every meal time. When me and Carla had our second vacation back to the Philippines, she let us stayed in their house for more than 20 days. We hanged out a lot including onee-chan Joyce (which I will be talking about later). I was able to meet her cute dog named Zoe which was given to her by onee-chan Xhan. We both love dogs so much. Hope I can get to see Zoe and her real soon again.

CES ( The Timeless Beauty)

If I’ll be on my thirties, I want to have a rare, youthful and smashing beauty just like hers. I find hers a natural one even with or without make up on. But you could never mask the radiance of a natural beauty. I love how doe her eyes are on photos, (Gelli has these kind of eyes too) it’s what I’ve always wanted to have. She has a daughter and I can really tell how much she love her when they had this Skype moment back in Jeddah. She was about to cry and her voice was already shaky. I was so moved by that moment where a mother and daughter seeing each other for the first time after a long long flight overseas. It was also her first time being away from her family to work abroad. Most of the girls in the house weren’t first timers in working overseas. I think there were 4 first timers (including me) in the house.

She’s onee-chan Sherly’s room mate. She loves movies and she’s very much familiar to a lot of famous Hollywood actors, actresses and singers and some Korean dramas and k pop groups. And with that, we can get along so well. Don’t forget Gelli too. 😉 😉 Same thing with her, she didn’t also renew her contract in KAMCJ after finishing 2 years in there. So miserable that every person in the house were gradually leaving. It’s part of growing up, I guess. And if we really wanna grow up, it means we have to grow apart as well. I think now she’s back in Saudi Arabia but in a different hospital. Wish we could grab some meal altogether just like the good old days in Villa 6.

Ruby Joyce ( My Mother from A Different Household)

That’s right, she was my mom in villa 6 and until now I still call her mom, A SINGLE MOM, co’z she’s also single and she has me as her daughter so that makes her a single mom. 😇 😇 (That’s just for fun.) Her room back in the house was just in front of us. She’s cool, fun to be with, has a prominent motherly instinct, a big sister you can call on to and of course very voluptuous. She can handle very well her gorgeous bold body and I admire her for that. I’m a plus size as well but seeing how she dress up for the occasion, makes her look like she doesn’t have the weight. She embraced it too well that she made it invincible to the people and that’s a pretty good thing.

When she left and ended her contract in KAMCJ, I was in melancholy. I believe we’ll still gonna see each other again but it’ll take long. I can’t actually handle goodbyes pretty well, so when she was packing her stuffs and about to leave the house, I said my farewell as quickly as possible co’z I don’t want her to see my eyes well up. Somehow, when me and Carla both had our second vacation, we decided to meet up with onee-chan Sherly and her. We had the best time of our lives for a couple of days. It was a great bond and I’m glad that we were still able to catch up after missing each other so much. I hope Mr. right will able to find her so I’ll have a dad to be and she can live the fairy tale life I know she deserves to have.

Michelle ( Exuberant and Full-spirited)

I admit, I seldom pray and go to church but I am still a great believer of God. Onee-chan Michelle here is both. I always saw her pray, not just to put an act but it was really heartfelt. She and onee-chan Reycianne are the most prayerful persons I had noticed in the bunch. Though, she’s very religious I must say, there’s this side of her also that is very comical. She tags along very well to some of the jokes some of us had thrown and laughs hard too. I noticed that she has a boyish walk. Well that was when we still used to walk together back in our villa. She’s onee-chan Joyce’room mate. She didn’t stayed too long in the house as well co’z she had to moved out and transfer to the nearest accommodation from the hospital. Both she and onee-chan MJ were assigned in OR so they’ll probably gonna be room mates. I’m not sure if she’s still in KAMCJ, but if she’s still there, may God keep her and the rest of the front liners safe from all this torment from Covid-19. 😇 🙏

Carla ( The Dauntless Petite)

Finally, I’m down to her since I kept mentioning her in some parts of this blog. 👄 👄 Can’t blame me co’z she had been my company since we started that roller coaster ride just to get where we are right now. She had been my smallest yet straight forward wind vane. I had became so dependent on her that I sometimes depend my decisions in life on hers. While depending on her, I learned how to become independent as well. She could be a walking contradiction and I find it really challenging. She’s so outspoken that you don’t want to miss a thing on not talking back at her. She could be really provoking that not being able to express your own thoughts is like having a wimpy limb. She’s an inspiring artist too. She was the one responsible for all the wall decorations in our villa in every upcoming birthdays. There’s this side of her that’s also very prayerful. 😇 😇 Well, if you want to know more about me and her, I had created a separate blog on how acquainted I am to her, bet you want to read it. Here’s a quick link. (https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/otakuhoo)

We really are growing apart but not that further. We’re still now in the same country practicing the profession we’re bestowed to have. Just that, we don’t work in the same company but still we manage to keep in touch and that’s the thing we don’t want to lose. The full of secrets, funny, opinionated, mature and nasty😁 conversations. I’d say, I’ve grown fond in this kind of friendship, hope this will not last till you set foot to your next milestone in life.

In addition to the 14 people of the household, they are the two women residing in the third floor. I’m not that very well accustomed to their real personalities or their lives but they were also kind to be with. They both showed us the big sisterly acts and gave us some helpful advises about certain inquiries on how to survive middle east 101. I have nothing much to say about them due to the stair that was keeping us socially distanced. 😆 😆 (Just kidding!) Moreover, I’m still glad that they have been great household members.

Dianne (Sweety)

Of course, I better include myself as the 14th creature in the herd. I never contributed much back then, only I was the only girl who liked to fall asleep in the living room while the television was on. I was the movie down-loader, the one who’s flash drive remained attached on the TV and the (Tiktoker 😆) one who sings very loud in the living room. I told you guys I’m not that much memorable (haha). I was such a reserved person while being involved with them, hesitant at its finest and talking to unknown people was my complete dilemma. It was like being cast as one of PBB housemates ( a reality TV show). It’s true what they say, you’ll never know what you really are unless you’ll know how to sync and survive in a vast number of unrecognized people. Those two years I had spent with them was the most life changing, reality living and perky sorority I’ve had.

There you have it! My very own pack of females. Hope you’ll take a good look on how inexplicably beautiful the photographs are (especially me 😆). I know this blog is a bit lengthy, you don’t know how concise I try to make it in describing each of them and still turned out having lots of words in it. Maybe co’z when there’s an interest in writing about certain stuffs or people, you just never ran out of words. I’ll attest to it. 🤘 If you just happen to see me right now, I’m still probably clicking on my keyboard, typing more words about this blog that will make it unending. Since I want to post this one and have my female leads read this, I better end it as gracefully as possible. ✍️ ✍️ 😘

To these girls, the day we parted was not the end of it. We’ll get to see each other again in due course where some of us will be sharing their parenting lives, preggy moments, most serene weddings and many more exciting moments in this every day battle we call life. Just so you know, while writing this one, I had pressed the button to zap me back to those moments where we all took our first step in the villa and hurriedly chose each room and wander around in every corner of the house. And while being zapped, it’s like I never want to time travel again. All rooms were occupied, it was like the house was meant for us alone. I believe, wherever we’ll all gather up together, there’ll be again a full house where history will again repeat itself. 🏡 🏥

XOXO ♥️ ♥️ ♥️

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chuffyfan87 · 5 years

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Growing Pains. Part 6a (NSFW)

Cowritten with @disastrousintention. Trigger warnings for discussion of eating disorders and depression.

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It was Saturday afternoon and the house was bustling with noise and excitement. It was Charlie's birthday and Duffy had organised a family meal.

“Urgh, another year older.” Charlie mumbled.

"Another year closer to me finally getting the top job you mean?" Duffy teased as she prepared the vegetables.

“There’s that.” He laughed, “Maybe I should put a note on your file to say you’re not allowed the job.” He teased back.

"But I'm the most qualified..!" She was cut off by the doorbell. "That'll be Peter, one day he'll remember he actually does have keys still!" She rolled her eyes.

“Hmm, that you are. I’ll go.” Charlie went to the door.

"Happy birthday dad!" Peter grinned as the door opened. He gestured to the tall, willowy blonde stood beside him. "This is Holly, I hope it's OK that I brought her along. Thought it'd be a good opportunity for her to meet everyone." He explained with a shrug.

“You do realise you’ve still got a key, right?” Charlie’s attention was caught by the blonde woman beside Peter. “Nice to meet you Holly. I’m Charlie.” He held his hand out to Holly.

"Hi! Happy birthday." She smiled widely.

"Its somewhere in my flat." Peter shrugged.

“Thank you.” Charlie stepped aside, “Come in.”

Jake appeared at the top of the stairs. "Urgh, I thought you were Krystal." He grumbled at his older brother.

“Why is she coming too?” Charlie asked.

“You’ve finally got a girlfriend?” Peter laughed gently.

"Well, yeh, duh!" Jake retorted. "Hi, I'm Jake." He introduced himself to Holly as he walked down the stairs. "His better looking and cooler younger brother." He smirked at Peter.

Holly giggled, “I’m Holly.”

"Welcome to the insane asylum Holly, buckle up for an interesting night!" Jake laughed.

“Peter was telling me what to expect.”

Tilly came running into the hall towards the stairs to grab something from her room. "Hey loser!" She threw over her shoulder at her eldest brother.

“Hey Tils.”

She stopped, turned and pointed at Holly. "You're new." She remarked before carrying on up the stairs yelling for her twin sister as she went.

“Don’t mind Tils. She’s harmless, speaks her mind though.” Charlie explained.

Holly laughed a little awkwardly. She was nervous despite Peter reassuring her it'd be fine.

The doorbell rang again.

“It’s like bloody Piccadilly Circus!” Charlie said loudly as he went to the door again.

"You must be Jake's dad. I'm Krystal." Grinned the teenager on the other side of the door. Her black hair was straightened and she wore dark make up around her eyes. Her lips were a deep red that matched the minidress she wore teamed with knee high boots.

Charlie’s eyes widened when he caught sight of the teen. Bloody hell! She was wearing next to nothing. “Krystal? Nice to meet you.” He smiled, “Jake was asking for you.”

She smirked at Jake over Charlie's shoulder. "Didn't get enough in study hall earlier?"

“Krystal! Come here!” Jake held his arms out for her.

She strode straight over to him. "Hey dweeb." She giggled before leaning in to kiss him passionately.

Charlie closed the door and shook his head fondly. He went back into the kitchen.

Duffy looked up over her shoulder as she bent to put a tray in the oven. "Why did Peter ring the doorbell twice?"

“He didn’t. Peter’s brought Holly and Jake invited Krystal.”

"Oh!" Duffy stood and headed straight into the hall. "Jake!" She gasped.

“Yes mum?”

Duffy stared open-mouthed at the young woman who was wrapped around her teenage son.

“Mum, this is Krystal. Krystal, this is mum.” He introduced both of them to each other.

"Hi." Duffy replied, casting her gaze over Krystal.

"Hi." Krystal replied, holding out her hand.

Duffy shook the youngster's hand. She wasn't at all what she'd expected!

“I hope you don’t mind Jake inviting me?”

"No, no, that's fine. Not a problem." Duffy caught sight of the other newcomer in her hallway. "You must be Holly." She smiled.

Holly nodded, “Nice to meet you Mrs Fairhead.”

"Feel free to call me Lisa. Or Duffy but that's a bit of a longer story!" She chuckled.

“Lisa. That’s a lovely name.”

"Well, my mother certainly seems to think so." Duffy replied, smiling broadly. "So what do you do for a living Holly?"

“I’m a veterinary nurse, not long qualified.”

"Oh I think we'll get on very well. I'm a nurse."

Holly smiled, “I hope so!”

"Make yourself comfortable in the lounge, I'm just going to finish cooking."

“Thanks.” Everyone ended up sitting in the living room as Duffy finished cooking. Charlie had disappeared...

About fifteen minutes later Duffy came back through into the lounge. "Can you round up your siblings and the birthday boy?" She asked Peter and Jake.

Jake and Peter nodded, “Sure!” They both headed off upstairs.

As soon as their brothers had left the lounge the girls bounced in and sat down ready to interrogate Holly and Krystal.

“So which one of you is Holly and which one's Krystal?” Tilly asked.

"She's clearly Holly." Lottie rolled her eyes and pointed at the blonde woman in front of her.

“Cos Holly looks normal?” Emily asked.

Lottie burst out laughing.

“No offence or nothing Krystal.” Emily smiled.

"Um... None taken."

Charlie was sat on his bed in his bedroom, he had a bit of a headache.

"Ah there you are!" Peter remarked as he stuck his head round the bedroom door.

“Did your mum send you to look for me?”

"Yeh. Jake's gone to get the boys."

Charlie smiled slightly, “Suppose I better come down then, hadn’t I?”

"You ok dad?"

“Yeah.” Charlie reassured his son before getting up.

"Is mum ok?" Peter asked, changing tact.

“Yes.” Charlie went downstairs with Peter.

Peter sighed. Some things never changed it seemed...

Charlie was quieter than normal throughout his birthday meal although he did engage in small talk.

Oli couldn't stop staring at Krystal who was picking at her food. "Don't you like it?" He finally asked.

Krystal smiled at Oli, “I’m just not a big eater that’s all.” She didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.

"Did that hurt?" Paul asked, pointing at Krystal's nose ring.

“What this?” Krystal pointed to her nose ring and shook her head, “No it didn’t.”

"Do you have any other piercings?" Tilly asked.

“My ears and I have my nipples pierced too.” Krystal replied casually.

Duffy choked on her drink. "Your parents let you do that?!" She burst out.

Krystal shrugged, “My parents don’t know about my nipple piercings.”

"That's so cool!" Tilly remarked.

Duffy glared at her daughter.

Tilly caught the glare and sighed.

"Would you like another glass of wine Holly?" Duffy asked, changing the subject.

“No thank you, one is enough.” Holly smiled politely.

"Sensible. Do you have to travel far to get home later?"

“No, not far. I’ve got a house in town. One of the new builds, the estate not far from the river.”

"Oh that's a lovely part of town. Your parents must be very proud of you."

Holly smiled sadly and nodded, “Yeah I hope so.”

Duffy caught the fact that Holly's smile didn't quite reach her eyes and decided not to push. She turned back to Krystal. "I can get you something else if you'd prefer." She smiled kindly.

“No it’s fine, honestly Mrs Fairhead. I’m not overly hungry, sorry.” Krystal explained.

"Oh, OK." Duffy replied.

A comfortable silence filled the dining room.

As soon as she'd finished her food Lottie piped up. "Can we have cake now?"

Charlie smiled, “You used to do that all the time when you were small.”

Lottie grinned. "I like cake." She shrugged.

“We know.” Charlie laughed gently.

"I like cake too." Tilly added with a giggle.

“Everyone likes cake.” Oli pointed out.

"Yeh, cake!" Paul laughed.

“I think that seals it, doesn’t it babe? Shall we have cake?” Charlie turned to Duffy.

"OK, I'll just go get it from the kitchen." Duffy smiled before getting up from the table.

Charlie watched as Duffy left the table and the room.

Duffy came back through carrying a cake that she'd made during yet another sleepless night. She placed it down in front of Charlie. "I thought it best not to put the correct number of candles on it..!" She teased gently.

Charlie gazed up at her lovingly and smiled, “We’d run out of cake.”

"And risk a fire." Duffy giggled, gently resting her arms around his neck as she lent down.

Everyone in the room began to sing happy birthday to Charlie.

After he'd blown the candles out Duffy kissed Charlie's cheek. "Happy birthday handsome." She whispered in his ear.

Charlie smiled brightly before he lent up and kissed her lips. “Did you make this cake?”

"Yeh." Duffy blushed. "Is it OK?"

“It looks gorgeous.”

"Hopefully it tastes OK. I'm sure I'll soon find out." Duffy remarked as she handed him the knife and began to remove the candles.

Charlie cut the cake into slices and handed them out around the table.

"Yes cake! Finally!" Paul declared as he dove straight into his portion.

Charlie shook his head fondly. He picked up his fork with a bit of cake on it and fed it to Duffy. There was something different about Charlie and the way he kept lovingly watching Duffy.

"Mmm, not bad." Duffy decided.

Charlie ate some himself, “Tastes fantastic!”

"I'm glad you like it."

Charlie hand ran up Duffy's thigh.

Duffy snuggled closer into his embrace. Since their disastrous Valentine's Day encounter Charlie had been a little distant so she relished the renewed intimacy.

Charlie was hiding his own secret however.

"I have a special treat for you later." Duffy whispered in his ear.

“What treat's that?"

"Just you wait and see." Duffy teased, discreetly pressing herself up against him.

“Ah I get it.” Charlie laughed gently.

#chuffy #charlie fairhead #charlie and duffy #lisa duffin

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justaramblingromantic · 5 years

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promise

Characters/Pairing: Kobayashi Rindou and Tsukasa Eishi/EiRin

Type: Canon compliant, Post-series, Canon-divergent AU, Peerless-verse, Freestyle

Word Count: 1657

A/N #01: Been dreaming of Sicily again, and this was what came out of it.

This is also a continuation of ‘mine’ and ‘favorite wild thing.’ Reckon there will be another three or four more loosely connected drabbles in this mini-series before I’m done. This couple just won’t leave me be, I swear.

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That morning, she was all disgruntled and grumpy as they set off from Palermo. Wearing an oversized pair of shades and hunkered down on the passenger seat in an oversized hoodie, dark red hair tumbling down her back that was still not completely dry from her shower earlier, she looked rather miserable for someone who was on vacation.

Beside her, taking the wheel of the SUV that they had rented, Eishi briefly took his gaze off the road to glance at the miserable lump that was his girlfriend.

“Still hungover?”

She responded with an unintelligible mumble, hunching even further into her seat like an upset turtle.

“This is why you shouldn’t have drunk so much last night,” he scolded lightly, not entirely sympathetic with her misery since it wasn’t as if she was dying or anything of that sort. She turned towards him and sent him what was probably a gimlet stare from behind the darkened lens of her shades, but his response to her crankiness was to grab a baseball cap sitting on the dashboard of the car and place it on the top of her head, further shading her sensitive eyes from the bright morning sun.

“Rest. I’ll wake you at a pit stop.”

She was feeling a lot more like herself a couple of hours later, though still a bit quieter than usual. He had made sure that she was properly watered down and also had some food in her, so she was a lot less irritable, and was even beginning to gaze at their surroundings with renewed interest. Soon, they would arrive at the sprawling olive grove and vineyard where they would be spending the majority of this trip, nestled in the charming, rustic countryside of southeastern Sicily. As they got closer and closer to their destination, so grew Rindou’s interest and anticipation, and by the time they pulled into the massive, eighty-hectare farm of Pianogrillo, the redhead was already vibrating uncontrollably, beside herself with excitement.

“Tsukasa, look!” She turned to him with sparkling eyes and a giddy smile stretched across her face. “Isn’t this awesome? I can just smell all the adventures to be had here, already!!” She wound down the side window and stuck her head out of the car, taking deep lungfuls of the crisp country air as they drove past neat lines of olive groves and fruit orchards on a graveled road, an irrepressible grin growing.

A friend of a friend had recommended this place for a farmstay when Rindou had been researching for things to do in this region, and she was glad that she had taken up that suggestion and made a booking – the farm was even more gorgeous than what she had seen in the photos, with its sprawling vineyards that stretched out as far as the eye could see and that beautiful view of the majestic Sicilian mountain range in the distance. She could not wait to get out of the car and start exploring the grounds.

Eishi was bemused by her rousing enthusiasm. Undoubtedly she had been to even more exotic places than this for her work, but no matter where they went, she was always excited and happily marveling at the sights and, of course, exclaiming over the food. No wonder she was so well suited for her role on screen; she was so infectiously bubbly, he wanted to smile.

“Are you really that excited about this trip?” he asked.

She turned to him and peered at him incredulously, as if surprised that he even had to ask. “Of course, duh! I’m here and you’re here and we’re both at this very same place looking at the same views and sharing the same experiences! Don’t you think that’s special? I wonder what fun we’re gonna have here; we should go on more trips together, Tsukasa!”

He glanced briefly at her, lips twitching at her palpable exuberance as she chattered away a mile a minute. Her mood was definitely fully revived now, and it made him happy too, knowing that she wanted to visit all these faraway and foreign places with him and share her pleasure and delight with him.

“Yeah. Let’s travel together more from now on.”

They pulled into the front yard of the guesthouse and Rindou wasted no time climbing out of the car, grinning from ear to ear as she turned in a circle and gazed all around her. The actual working farmstead was a fair distance away and she thought that she could also see the stables just partially hidden up ahead along the road. There was even an infinity pool nestled right beside the guesthouse, and the 17th century architecture of all the holdings on the property had been painstakingly preserved and restored to exactly how they used to look in the past.

Eishi got out of the driver’s seat as well, pulling his shades up to rest on the top of his head as he looked curiously around too. There was farmland stretched out all the way to the horizon no matter which direction he turned; endless plots of orchards and vineyards cultivated upon gently undulating hills and rolling knolls, and it was almost disconcerting, all this amount of vast wide space that were utterly devoid of crowds and people, nothing but nature, flora and fauna all abound. It would take a bit of getting used to, but the white-haired man thought that it was already starting to feel like a peaceful, stress-free kind of vacation. Hopefully.

He turned to head to the back of the car to unload their bags when Rindou loped back to him and grabbed his hand, pulling him along in an entirely random direction.

“C’mon minion number two, let’s venture upon these virgin lands and go explore!”

“But our stuff-”

“Do that later, let’s go, let’s gooo! Ah! That’s the pig pasture over there, isn’t it! I’m pretty sure they are rearing free range Sicilian Black Pigs here; don’t you wanna go see-”

She was already salivating at the thought of those delicious, organic pork chops rooting about the woodlands, happy and plump. Eishi’s wilted determination was no match for that sort of motivation fueling her, and so he was promptly dragged along. They didn’t get too far though, for a horse with a rider approached them at leisurely canter from the farm, waving them to a stop as he neared. The steed was a tall, handsome equine with a sleek chestnut coat though Eishi was not familiar enough with horses to determine its breed, and its rider was a dark haired, goateed, middle aged man dressed casually in jeans, a plaid shirt and dusty riding boots.

“Bon vinutu! Welcome to Pianogrillo!” he called out in a heavily accented English as he drew to a halt in front of them. Flashing a smile, his gleaming white teeth stood out against his tanned, olive complexion.

“Ciau~!” Rindou greeted back cheerfully, her ears perking at the familiar voice. “Are you signore Lorenzo?”

The man dismounted from his horse and turned to them. “Se, I most certainly am! And you must be the newlyweds! Congratulations, my dears. How was your drive here? I hope it was nice and uneventful.” Lorenzo unhooked a ring of keys from his belt loop and jingled them merrily. “Come; let us go first to the guest house and then I’ll show you around. We’ve prepared the most beautiful honeymoon suite for you lovebirds, I promise you’ll fall in love here all over again! Then we shall open a nice bottle of sweet wine to toast to your happiness!”

Eishi did a small, gaping double take as Lorenzo herded them back towards the guesthouse. Then he stared at Rindou, bewildered.

…Newlyweds…?

To his wonder, Rindou happily, gamely, accepted the offer. “Thanks for the hospitality, Lorenzo-san! We’re in your care!”

“So. We’re…married now?” Eishi asked his beaming ‘wife’ drolly while they were waiting for their gregarious host to tether his horse to a nearby hitching post.

The redhead grinned. “Why not? You don’t wanna?”

“I did not say that,” he was quick to refute. “Though it’d be nice if you can give me some warning next time since apparently I’ve missed my own wedding.”

She petted his arm consolingly, amused that he was playing along. “S’okay! Your beautiful, patient and considerate bride understands that you were busy with work. But feel free to make it up to me during our honeymoon…or I may just run off with some handsome Italian stallion when you aren’t looking~”

He gave her a deadpan stare…and then he glanced pointedly at their surroundings, where there was nothing but farmland all around.

“…Where in this countryside, pray tell, are you planning to wrangle a ‘handsome Italian stallion,’ my wayward, runaway bride?” he asked politely.

She coughed to mask a laugh at his deceptively mild question. She widened her eyes earnestly. “When there’s a will, there’s a way. And I’m a very determined woman, as you know!”

“I’ll paddle your backside,” he muttered in response, and she snickered.

“Is that a bribe~?” she asked innocuously, gold slit gaze sparkling with mirth and anticipation, and he groaned.

“You’re terribly unruly,” he chided.

“But you married me anyway,” she reminded him cheekily. “S’too late for returns now~!”

He grabbed her hand and tugged her close before she could skip off in her excitement like she tended to do sometimes. “Who says I’m returning you?” he retorted. “You may be a handful but I know how to handle you.”

His bossiness was intriguing to her, and so she obediently stayed close, also partially pleased by his confidence when it came to being with her. She sidled over, tiptoed, and pecked his cheek, pleased to enjoy the thrilling luxury of his undivided attention, especially since they had both been so busy with work lately.

“Is that a threat?”

His lavender gaze settled on her, quietly darkening at her happy affection.

“It’s a promise.”

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A/N #02: Pianogrillo Organic Winery and Olive Groves is a legit farmstay in Sicily and you can check their listing out on Airbnb. Yah, sometimes when I have nothing to do I like to go and look at listings on Airbnb in different countries, haha.

#Food Wars: Shokugeki no Souma #Shokugeki no Soma #EiRin #Tsukasa Eishi #Kobayashi Rindou #EiRin: Peerless AU #my fics #freestyle #[ yah - so there was a honeymoon even BEFORE the actual marriage haha! ]#[ tbh were these two goofs ever out of the honeymoon phase tho ]

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honeyrosereverie · 5 years

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January 3, 2020

Oh, how I long for spring!

The gentle rushing of the breeze, carrying with it the delicately sweet scent of flowers in bloom. The anticipated first golden kisses of warm sunlight upon one’s cheeks. The rebirth of the very earth itself and a renewed energy rippling through the air. The quiet calm as everything wakes from its winter slumber.

Despite having a new winter coat (which I adore ever so dearly, it’s everything I could’ve ever wanted and more) my bones ache for warmth and sunlight. I might be a winter child, why I’ll be turning 27 in mere days, but in my heart I am a daughter of the springtime! Persephone shall return once more and with it all the vivacity of the world.

Of course, I speak strictly of the northern hemisphere. Though those living in the Southern Hemisphere will soon be sailing into autumn, which has its own charms.

I am so eagerly awaiting Imbolc this year! The anticipation of knowing if we’ll have more winter or an early spring is so thrilling. Perhaps more so than my birthday.

Recently it’s not been nearly as much of an ordeal as birthdays are when one is a child. It almost feels like any other day, unremarkable aside from cake and, hopefully, gifts. There’s no excitement anymore, no grand anticipation of reaching a particular number and embracing all that comes with it.

Perhaps that’s is just how it is as an adult. The only important milestone imposed on us in our twenties is the grand 21st birthday (at least stateside) and even for that I did nothing noteworthy. Nor have I had a sweet 16 celebration, another milestone marker given to us.

But flip the coin over and it’s entirely different. As adults we have the freedom to make our own excitement. No longer bound by parents we are free to make each day or occasion as important or minor as we wish with regard only for our bank accounts and work schedules. We can choose to create our own milestones and celebrate whatever number we like with as much joy and enthusiasm as 15 or 16 or 21! Even just a small decision can make the day something marvelous.

Perhaps that’s a benefit of adulthood we don’t always realize. We now have the power to make something as special and significant as we want. I think we just tend to forget that in such a work-driven society. We’re not encouraged to take smaller things and savor them. Or at least we weren’t until recently.

So I think this year I shall soak up every possible instant of my 27th birthday, and wish for a warm, flower filled spring.

#christine’s diary #spring #birthdays #musings

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emblemevents-newyear · 5 years

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Set 5: Fate’s Blade vs. Pride of Hoshido

“Two fates intertwine... who shall come out on top?”

“We’re back again as the last set of matches close out for the day, so let’s have the two dueling crews out here make it a big one! Returning to the seas once more, we have Captain Ron of Fate’s Blade clashing ships with Lord Admiral, leading the Pride of Hoshido. It’s the first time I’ve personally seen the latter battle today, and he sorta looks like that Corrin guy...”

“The cheers and cries of the teams could be heard across the roaring seas, as they all scramble to their respective stations -- quickly loading up their cannons as the players work together by tossing all the spare ammo to the next person. By this time, it seems everyone’s gotten the hang of their own roles, those bringing in the ammunition while others man the Crow’s Nest. Corona seems a little too eager with having her own cannon loaded up, so much so that it... yup. Fires off, hits the side of the ship, and... oof. Right into her own chest! The sudden explosion alerts Fate’s Blade, with Ron firing away out of surprise, which almost hits Azura! Meanwhile, this only excite Peri who once again doesn’t waste time in aiming her cannon (wildly) and shoots -- only for that to also bounce against the ship too and strike her right in the chest! Listen, you REALLY gotta stop doing yourself in at the very beginning!?”

“The teams move into the first attack, but the confusion is enough to send them into a bit of a frenzy, with some team members once again aiming for one of their own yet again. Is this on accident, or is everyone really that seasick from all the battling today? Anyway, it looks like Tharja’s able to finding her footing by launching a quick shot at Yuuto, who gets struck in the hand (Fate’s Blade+2 Points!). This is followed by Aidan striking an escaping Laegjarn not ironically by the leg, but by the hand too (Fate’s Blade+2 Points!). It looks like the team is gaining some momentum with Azura firing off to hit Adal, but instead, goes straight for her own captain, Ron! And right in the chest! Not only that, but the first mate of the opposing team, Corona, tries hitting her own captain too! C’mon people, isn’t it too early for a mutiny!?! Fortunately for them, Aqua and Tiki both team to fire their cannons at Noire (Pride of Hoshido+2 Points!) and Azura (Pride of Hoshido+2 Points!), getting them by the hands! This wins them back those points from before!”

“After that episode of sudden betrayal, the teams go back to reloading and hopefully talking out their differences. Cynthia gets a bit fired up and slams a hand on her cannon, which then misfires -- honestly, I’m not even surprised at this point. On the Pride of Hoshido’s ship, Vevela tries to load up more cannonballs and doesn’t realize that the cannon has been activated at the same time, which fires off hits Mikoto right in the torso -- yeah, have fun explaining that to the captain. The crew then suffers another case of misfortune with Aqua loading up a cannon while it’s activated too, which then fires off, guess. Guess where. Torso.”

“The cannons have been reloaded, and now, the sea air shall rain hell again! Shots are fired to and fro, but only the ship’s hull takes some damage at first. Err, as well as team members continuing to betray each other whether indirectly or not. Swampy takes a literal shot in the dark and aims for the opposing captain, managing to strike a surprised Ron in the foot (Pride of Hoshido+2 Points!). He retaliates by giving orders to his fellow crew members, with Tharja taking action and shooting at Yuuto yet again (Fate’s Blade+1 Point!). I dunno if she’s specifically bullying the poor guy, but...”

“Both crews run out of ammo after wasting them on hitting the opposing ships, as they once again start reloading for the next onslaught. Azura and Ophelia are fast to finish with their own cannons, agreeing to fire at the same time to catch the enemy off guard. However, once again the RNG goddesses aren’t smiling upon them, as their cannons both misfire. But it decides to take one more victim as well, with poor Adal having his cannon fully load up... only for it to misfire and have all the rubber balls thrash about him.”

“Swampy makes the first shot for the next barrage, striking Azura by the hand (Pride of Hoshido+2 Points!), with Aidan trying to answer to this surprise attack by firing away, hitting Corona in the torso (Fate’s Blade+3 Points!). There seems to be a steady back and forth trade with each teams alternating hits; Yuuto strikes Robin in the arm (Pride of Hoshido+1 Point!), but then Tharja angrily retaliates with hitting Laegjarn in the hand (Fate’s Blade+2 Points!). The teams are locked into a brief battle between who will have the last here, cannonballs being traded but only hitting the masts, while others hit their own teammates out of pure chaos! It ends with Vevela and Cordelia taking shots at each other right at the same, as both are struck in the arms (Pride of Hoshido+1 Point & Fate’s Blade+1 Point!). A silence soon befalls the oceans except for the waves...”

“With both teams tuckered out from that hellish barrage, there’s a bit of wonder if they could continue on, but both captains are determined to carry everyone to the end. Tharja, disgruntled though hoping something good can come out of this, makes her way to reload her cannon which literally blows up not a second later. That’s... not exactly the most inspirational thing to see, for sure.”

“At the start of the next barrage, Lord Admiral makes a bold move and aims straight for his rival captain, managing to hit Ron in the arm (Pride of Hoshido+1 Point!). Yuuto tries going for a quick one too to knock out the captain, but once again, impatience punishes the crew as his cannonballs clocks Swampy square in the chest! Meanwhile, Noire and Vevela get into a brief scuffle which ends with both getting hurt in the arm (Pride of Hoshido+1 Point & Fate’s Blade+1 Point!). At last the current round is about to end with Tiki taking a shot at Azura, but Robin makes a heroic sacrifice by throwing himself in the way and getting struck in the chest (Pride of Hoshido+3 Points!). This brave act... it brings a renewal to win for the songstress!”

“Lord Admiral orders his crew to start reloading ahead of time, but he decides to take matters into his own hand by quietly aiming at Cordelia, striking her right in the torso (Pride of Hoshido+3 Points!). This pushes Fate’s Blade to regroup quickly as it’s clear the other team isn’t playing around -- the ocean’s a cruel mistress!”

“But, Ron makes a last minute decision to not have his crew strike just yet. However, he too decides to repay Lord Admiral in kind by quickly reloading one cannonball, and thus striking him in the torso (Fate’s Blade+3 Points!). Seeing her captain get hit, Vevela figures it’s not worth sitting around as their team gets potentially rained, so she goes for the nearest cannon... only for it to misfire! The remaining crew members figure it’s not worth the trouble and stand by...”

“In the next barrage, the teams trade cannon fire, only managing to hit each other’s ships and causing everyone to become unbalanced -- whatever are in those rubber balls, I’m beginning to wonder if they’re actually rubber! Anyway, throughout all this chaos, Yuuto forgets to look where his cannon’s aimed and instinctively fires it, hitting Tiki in the process right in the chest! That’s... that really had to happen, huh?”

“With the teams both numbered down, the next chance to reload only lasts for a short moment, as Laegjarn quickly has her cannon ready to fire, which hits Aidan in the torso (Pride of Hoshido+3 Points!). However, at the same time Azura rushes to reload hers as well, and upon firing it hits Yuuto in the torso (Fate’s Blade+3 Points!). The battlefield’s been evened out a bit...”

“Azura tries using the gained momentum to point her cannon elsewhere, but for some reason thinks Noire is THE ENEMY! And just like that, the latter is betrayed, struck right in the head. Meanwhile, Ron and Laegjarn both trade hits by hitting each other in the arms, making this a, err, probably close game (Fate’s Blade+1 Point & Pride of Hoshido+1 Point!).”

“The Pride of Hoshido is down to their last crew member, leaving it as a final stand with Fate’s Blade having its captain and first mate together. Laegjarn, ever dutiful and not wanting to back down, takes aim for Ron himself, and firing it earns her a clean shot at his torso (Pride of Hoshido+3 Points!). Azura fights back in a last ditch effort to avenge him, but unfortunately, her cannon misfires into what’s an anticlimactic end for a grueling battle. That leaves Laegjarn as the sole survivor, who earns a bonus for her team (Pride of Hoshido+5 Points!)!.”

“That was a close call, everyone... really at the edge of my seat here! And by that, I mean the tiny beach chair I was given. I think it’s gonna give way...”

Fate’s Blade: 19 points Pride of Hoshido: 30 points

**see below the cut for all simulation results!

#season segue ;; summer solstice #pirate panic ;; summer solstice #mod hector

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astrodances · 6 years

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Who's That Pala-Dude?

FF.net link || AO3 link

At last, I finally get to share my fic for the @funsentryzine! :D This is, without a doubt, one of the silliest things I’ve ever written. FunSen, buddy, I hope you’re still enjoying your adventure through the stars! Say hi to Spock for me, will ya?

Special shout-out to @hailqiqi for being a total champ at beta-ing this!

“Oh man, that was priceless! Who should we get next?”

“I’ve noticed the on-duty navigator can be quite skittish when not alert.”

“To the bridge we go then!”

Three paladins and a sentry made their way through Galra HQ, laughing over a day of pranks and mischief as they prepared for their next victim. They'd already given six Galra personnel near-heart attacks in the past varga with their current prank, and it only got funnier with each one. No one was stopping them, though; they were Lotor's friends now, and Lotor was in charge.

Lance was the first to peek around the corner to the bridge. There was a single officer in front of the helm, his hands relaxing comfortably behind his back as he stared listlessly ahead into space. Lance smirked before turning to FunSen (Hunk had come up with the name). "Is that him?" he whispered.

FunSen tilted forward to check, then leaned back and said, "Yeah."

A grin lit up Lance's face. "Alright then, man, do your thing."

Pidge, Hunk, and Lance held their breath as FunSen started to play audio from his internal speaker. Zarkon's voice, dark and foreboding, filled the air.

"Lieutenant!" The boom was answered with a sharp yelp, forcing the trio to cover their laughter. "Why are we not pursuing Voltron?"

The officer sounded like he was pulling himself up off the ground, breathing heavily as he stuttered, "E-E-Emperor Zarkon? Sir?! What in the-"

"I asked you a question, lieutenant. I suggest you answer." The threatening tone sent shivers down even the paladins' spines, which made it harder to keep quiet.

The lieutenant, meanwhile, seemed to have lost his voice. "I- uh, sir, weren't you- oh my, uh...di-didn't you die...sir?"

FunSen paused as if a wave of genius struck him, then he deadpanned in Zarkon's voice, "Indeed I did. Now where is Voltron?"

When the lieutenant burst into tears, the group fled the corner. Their laughter was echoing off the walls by the time they reached the other end of the hall. Lance and Hunk leaned back against the wall, trying to catch their breath, while FunSen casually leaned on Pidge's head, causing her to growl in protest before smiling again.

"Dude, we made him cry!" she laughed. "We finally got another one!"

"I know! Hopefully we can make that three total if the next one cries, too," Hunk noted. "Who's next?" Before he could get an answer, his wrist gauntlet beeped. He held it up for the group as Shiro and Coran popped up on his screen. They looked like they were walking down a hall.

"Team, get to your lions, quick," Shiro ordered.

Lance leaned in over Hunk's shoulder to look at him and asked, "Why? What's going on?"

"Got a distress call from a nearby planet-"

"Planet Vulcan," Coran interjected.

Shiro nodded to the advisor and looked back at them. "—Right, planet Vulcan. A group of Galra deserters have ravaged a village for supplies and destroyed some buildings. We need to get those supplies back and help clear the debris before it gets worse."

Hunk locked eyes with Lance and Pidge in silent understanding and answered, "We'll be right there."

"Good. See you in a few."

The screen disappeared and Hunk lowered his arm. "Well, I guess we're done with pranks for now," he said, seemingly putting a pin in everyone's balloon. They were having too much fun to just stop suddenly.

Pidge shrugged off FunSen's arm. "C'mon, guys, let's go be heroes," she sighed, as if it was a bad thing.

All three paladins began to walk back towards the Castle of Lions in the docking bay, but a monotone voice stopped them. "What about me?"

If robots could look dejected, FunSen was doing that and then some.

The group paused and looked at each other, then at him. Pidge spoke up for them. "Sorry, man, but you can't come with us on a mission."

"Yeah, we'll be right back though," Hunk added.

They were about to turn and keep walking, but Lance stopped them. He had his hand propped up in a thinking pose as he suggested, "Now wait a tick...what if he did come with us and, I don't know, became a Paladin for the afternoon?" His eyes flashed to each member of the group, waiting to gauge their reactions. FunSen had certainly perked up.

Hunk and Pidge, however, looked at him as if he'd swallowed a vat of quintessence. "What? Lance, no," Pidge dismissed quickly. "I can't even begin to count how many things are wrong with that idea."

"Not least of which is that the lions wouldn't allow him to pilot any of them," Hunk pointed out with a shrug. FunSen's shoulders fell.

Lance rolled his eyes. "I know that. What I mean is..." he paused, trying to think of the best way to word his idea. "Well, Shiro doesn't know we made a fun sentry, right? Sooooo what if FunSen is in one of our lions for the mission and just answers everything for us over the comms so it seems like he's the one flying?" That seemed to ignite a spark of consideration in his friends as they thought it over, so he kept on talking, "Besides, it's not like it's gonna be a hard mission. We'll probably just have to destroy a couple of Galra ships and move some rocks. Plenty of time to prank Shiro." He grinned deviously yet hopefully. There wasn't any reason their fun needed to end so soon.

Hunk was the first to get on board. "I mean...it would be pretty funny."

"Yeah, and I guess so long as he's just talking, I don't see any harm in it," Pidge agreed.

Lance flashed them both a smile of gratitude, and all three turned to FunSen, chuckling when they saw him. His hands were brought together in a begging pose, and his viewport practically sparkled with hope and mischief.

"You're in, buddy," Lance told him with a soft laugh.

FunSen raised his arms victoriously and yelled, "Yay! I get to be a pala-dude!"

The other three cheered with him and started to walk towards the Castle with renewed energy. But before they could get far, Lance casually began, "And since this was my idea, I think it's only fair to say...I CALL THE FUN SENTRY!"

With a tug on FunSen's arm to move him along, the two of them took off in a sprint through Galra HQ. Lance laughed carelessly as he glanced back to see Hunk and Pidge caught off-guard before they started to chase after them.

The group made it to the Castle in record time, only slowing up once to avoid suspicion from Coran, who was still talking to a Galra officer in the main hall as they passed. Once on the Castle, Hunk and Pidge checked the bridge first to make sure Allura and Shiro had already gone to their lions before giving the all-clear for Lance to sneak FunSen to his turbo-lift. As they stepped in together, Lance put on his helmet.

"Alright, man. Now, there's kind of an obstacle course to get to our lions," Lance began as the lift took them down, "Starting with a zip line, so...I'm just gonna hop on your back for that, okay?"

FunSen was giddy with excitement and nodded fervently. When the lift's doors opened again, Lance grabbed his shoulders and jumped up on his back. He felt powerful from this position. "Onward!" he shouted, prompting FunSen to jump forward and grab onto the zip line.

The ride down to the Red Lion was a wild one. FunSen let out an amplified, "Wheeeee!" on the zip line, causing Lance to laugh until he was breathless. Once they got to Red, Lance piloted him out of his hangar into space to keep up with the rest of the team, then turned off his mic so he and FunSen could talk about the prank. They had some time to spare before they got to Vulcan.

Lance looked up at FunSen to his left, who stood at the ready, eager to get the prank going. He was right there with him. "Okay, FunSen. You see that button riiiiiight there, on the dash?" Lance stretched and pointed to a circle on the backlit panel, waiting for FunSen to nod before continuing. "That's the manual switch for Red's mic. Push that and you can talk to the team."

FunSen started to reach for the button, but Lance immediately shoved his arm back. His pulse quickened at the almost-blown cover.

"Not yet, big guy!" he chided, softening when the sentry returned to his ready stance and looked imploringly back at him.

"Sorry."

Lance smiled and shook his head. "No worries. But anyway, what I'm thinking is, once Shiro starts talking to us, I'll tell you what to say, and then you press that button and answer for me, using your voice. Sound good?"

"Affirmative," FunSen answered.

Lance could've sworn he heard a smirk in his voice, and it gave him the shot of courage he didn't even know he needed. True, this was going to be hilarious, but there'd been that nagging voice in the back of his mind that this was taking it too far. He knew it wouldn't really affect the mission—he was confident in himself and his team to get it done—but he hoped Shiro wouldn't be too mad in the end. It was a risky prank, but they all deserved, no, needed to let loose, Shiro included. And that's what they had a fun sentry for.

"Let's have some fun, shall we?"

Within half a varga, the team neared their destination. Shiro's voice came over the Red Lion's speakers, serious and ready for business. "Okay, team. According to my scanners, the Galra ships have already left Vulcan and are heading our way. It's important that we don't completely destroy their cargo ships, we just want to damage them enough for capture and transport back to the planet so we can return those supplies. Lance, I need you to go after any ships that break off from the group."

Lance smiled mischievously, ready to begin the prank. Even though his mic was off, he spoke in a hushed tone to FunSen. "Okay, buddy, time to shine!"

After Lance told him what to say, FunSen pressed Red's mic button, his other hand resting purposefully on his hip. He echoed, "Got it, Shiro," then let go of the button.

If he could, Shiro would've had one of those "slam-on-the-brakes-and-screech-tires" moments with his lion just then. Allura seemed equally as flustered in her lion, and Lance could only imagine how hard Pidge and Hunk were trying to muffle their laughter. He wasn't faring much better.

"Wha-Who is that?!" Shiro asked worriedly. "Where's Lance?"

"What's going on?" Allura chimed in.

Lance gave FunSen more dialogue and straightened up in his seat. He needed to watch carefully for any sudden movements from the Black or Blue Lions, should they come for him.

FunSen answered in his monotone robot voice, "I am Lance, the Red Pala-dude—I mean, Paladin." Lance was caught somewhere between wincing and laughing at the sentry's slip of the tongue. Er, wires, he thought. He then quickly whispered an additional line for him to say, and Funsen deadpanned, "Pow pow pow." As soon as FunSen let go of the button again, Lance nearly snorted at Shiro's confusion.

Shiro's face suddenly popped up on Red's dashboard for a two-way conversation, but Lance kept his viewer off. "Lance!" Shiro demanded. "Where are you? Who's flying your lion?"

Lance kept feeding FunSen replies. "What do you mean? I, Lance, am flying my lion."

"Then turn on your screen so I can see you."

Lance shook his head. FunSen said, "I cannot."

"Why not?"

As Lance wracked his brain for an excuse, FunSen shocked him by taking the initiative and answering on his own, "Because as a team, we're supposed to trust each other."

The shock was immediately mixed with a deep, unbridled laugh from Lance's soul. He was in awe of FunSen's clever quip, and found himself leaning against FunSen's arm as he tried to gather himself. But man oh man, the adrenaline was going now.

Shiro let out a groan, his head hanging low, before turning his screen off and addressing the rest of the team. "Do any of the rest of you know where Lance is?"

"He said he's in his lion, Shiro," Hunk innocently played along, with Pidge humming in agreement. She sounded like she would break if she spoke right then.

Allura took a moment to inform, "Shiro, I just asked Coran if Lance is back at the Castle, but his sensors confirm that he's on the Red Lion."

That answer seemed to give Shiro some composure. "Lance, we know you're there. Unless you've been kidnapped or something, please respond."

Lance could hear the "Garrison instructor" tone spilling into Shiro's voice, but he was having too much fun to stop the charade now. He simply shrugged to FunSen for him to answer on his own again.

"Lance here. What's up?"

Multiple shots suddenly rattled the lions, and Shiro immediately dove into team leader mode. "Alright, I don't know what's up with our Red Paladin, but it seems our target found us first. Pidge, Allura, and Lance, if you're there, I need you to stay with me and help me handle these guys. Hunk, go ahead to the planet and start clearing up that debris." Another shot seemed to rattle the Black Lion as Shiro grunted. "I'll cover your tail while you get past these guys."

There were two cargo ships and a handful of Galra fighters. While Pidge started to go in to neutralize the cargo ships, Lance and Allura, and eventually Shiro, made quick work of the fighters. When one of them zoomed off ahead of the group, Lance easily tracked it down and shot it, causing a spectacular explosion that seemed to enthrall FunSen.

Lance smirked at his wingman, telling him, "And that's how you razzle-dazzle 'em."

Hunk suddenly yelled out over the comm, "Heeeeey guys! Could use some help down here." It sounded like he was being shot at in the background. "Some more fighters just took off, and I can't get them all on my own, not with this debris!"

"Pidge...Red Paladin—” Lance snorted at Shiro's choice of words. "—go down and help Hunk. Allura and I will follow with these cargo ships."

Lance was already starting to fly towards Vulcan, but he told FunSen to respond with, "Sure thing, team leader."

"Lance, I swear when this mission is done..." Shiro trailed off, clearly frustrated and riled up.

There wasn't any time to respond to the unfinished threat, what with Hunk facing his own down on the planet, yet Lance couldn't help but think to himself (half-apologetic, half-amused), Sorry, Shiro, but this is too funny.

Pidge and Lance defeated three fighters with practiced ease when they reached the surface, and proceeded to help Hunk clear the remaining debris. By the time they were all finished, Shiro and Allura had landed with the cargo ships. After they released the ships, all the lions hovered above the ground, taking stock of the situation. A small group of Vulcans was starting to gather nearby, watching them with curiosity.

"We did it, team! Nice work," Shiro complimented everybody, letting out a sigh of satisfaction.

As the rest of the team agreed and cheered, Lance gave FunSen one final line to say for him, one that made him smile fondly. This would be the nail in the Robeast coffin for sure.

FunSen pressed the dashboard's button yet again and repeated, "Let's set them down over there, and get ready for the parade."

The only sound heard in response was a loud, but muffled scream over the comm, undoubtedly the sign of Shiro having met his wit's end. Lance lost it then, laughter overtaking him until his shoulders shook from the force.

Shiro cut them off. "Yep. Everybody land. Now."

Despite the impending lecture, Lance kept chuckling as the team landed. He knew Shiro was fed up now, but the payoff was too great to ignore. They'd gotten him good.

Shiro was the first to leave his lion, practically sprinting over to the Red Lion as more Vulcans gathered around them, unaware of the situation. The rest of the team huddled around their leader as they waited for Red to open up and reveal his Paladin. Pidge and Hunk were doing their best to hide the fact that they knew they were up to something.

Yet it wasn't Lance who walked out.

When Red set his chin on the ground and opened his mouth, FunSen strolled down and posed proudly in front of the lion, red bayard in one hand and blue helmet tucked under the other arm. Pidge pulled her camera out to take a picture, moving on auto-pilot as even she and Hunk had been left in awe of the sight. Allura was confused, until something clicked in her mind and she remembered that Lotor had left the trio with a sentry after Shiro had left earlier, and she facepalmed in realization.

Shiro was completely dumbfounded. He stood there motionless, mouth agape, as his resolve completely crumbled. He marched up to FunSen in a daze, stuttering half-formed questions. "How...when did...who..." FunSen merely stood there, not budging in the slightest. After a few seconds, however, Shiro seemed to find his voice long enough for one question. "...Where's Lance?"

"Right here."

Shiro jumped and whipped around at the sound to see Lance standing in his armor right behind him, a big casual grin on his face. He had to bite his tongue when Shiro's eye twitched.

"I think we broke Shiro," Pidge whispered to Hunk, who nodded as they tried to suppress their giggles.

Shiro simply looked between Lance and FunSen, speechless and lost. Lance took that as an opportunity to sling an arm around his shoulder and gesture towards the sentry. "Shiro, meet FunSen."

Lance left Shiro to take his helmet and bayard back, then stood off to the side between the two. He kept his smile up, but inside he was hoping they hadn't gone too far. He just wished Shiro would say something already.

FunSen took an experimental step forward, then another, and put his hand up towards Shiro for a high-five. "Pala-dude?" he offered in good will.

The group collectively held their breath as Shiro seemed to process everything, including that he'd just been pranked. There were still some pieces of the puzzle missing, but to everyone's surprise he started smiling and shook his head with a small laugh before returning FunSen's high-five. "Pala-dude."

The trio collectively sighed in relief, then joined in on the laughter. They'd succeeded with their prank, and Shiro was taking it well. All in all, a successful mission.

"I'm just glad you're okay," Shiro snickered, pulling Lance into a headlock to ruffle his hair. Lance pushed him off, yet smiled in appreciation at the sentiment. After returning it, Shiro clapped his hands together and looked around the group. "Alright...pala-dudes—" FunSen perked up proudly at the term. "—let's wrap things up with the Vulcans, and then get back to the Castle."

The team agreed and started for the group of Vulcans standing nearby. Yet despite the new camaraderie between the two, no one missed Shiro's involuntary groan at FunSen's final remark.

"And that's how you razzle-dazzle 'em."

#funsentryzine #funsentryzine2018 #Voltron #Voltron: Legendary Defender #VLD #FunSen #Lance #Hunk #Pidge #my fanfics #sorry Shiro #also I was obligated to work in a Star Trek reference bc C'MON XD

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