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libidomechanica · 3 months ago

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“See where a green as, whose for”

A sonnet sequence

Tho’ but once How good Queen she: What the seav’n to steals thy love made here either’s eyes the doth corps; the wood, and makes to me a juggle he fields before things prone, beating jealousy from me, that lie? How much refined, the passion spent in vain: than if he brain? How good go to say is it, have freedom a battle mace, shouldst faith, therefore be invisible racing bug. She woodbines laid his betwixt sighed; and blind. More I will in the great Nemesis breathedral. See where a green as, whose for my thought be without highly heart to be so far out of us wark, what I chaunst the ancient eyes.

To chance, the names, like a listened. We shall welcome send had authority be he madness albeit nothing where on earnd it is love the bottom, Gama saint animal cypression fills, whilst skies alay, champaign with his hand, what air sights were and thee: in other sense and the farms my hemispher e d courage ears hence peised. Did her crime, when tower heard their grooms of them would never look a tree-topp’d his speech by poet’s grace: yts times morningly to blood run upweight of that Mars callest with the clung. Are of night, and pasture-grown in her broke this fate as she, with increas’ hair.

When dead! Descends that he cool that she could have me this we have smiled together sings passive it. And night with the pure, as erst time you. Warm Fresh beldam bear the birken a rattling maid, Sweet Love itself of frighten to decay’d and with ease, and sure of Truth, and crowd. As Lot’s foam-bells thou haste desires to fair vessels side the kiss and down. Conscious of ghost not waitedst age of truth—i say is exceed the rise; the for men are he to beauty growing Leander, though the clenched, with shine. There to age’s coffee in me, lie brute,—gain unto his under crystal entertain warm place.

Ever light, Stealing to plumes learned about his teeming to me. Their turn him of fame, and knocked its god floated and was, and many? Carve its would I go still we that in microbes began, that every handled you so too credulous oyle of the grain what I am gone. And wade importune deserve, yet, Thyrsis, sad as she state I melted, the made walls, pearl he this wonderer weel may blesse, he sot stay that cannot reason wave, and must what I am your love the storm; the possession impious look at us, Cyril, dark, and his made herself’s debtor found did his careless.

What make, when touch, differed not less; augment they laid, who taught not have provides to man, would know it than tellect some ghost they bees finger tincture love they hurt to dry bought I calmly betrayed, and talked I never witness, or like Flattered side by our sweet in the cost, that in separate in dell. My hear head, and aye she shore not drink was endear’d but her her place at all, the had to the prize my heart the beat feed of silver and double the prisoned out for the immortal! And hastly drink my faces long stars, and be some say, women, and blood: no more: and farther failure made for our win.

A skylark and yet won, year American and boy, humming net, all dawn in the mother’s days—the loved, continued not British beer, good shall alone: so strike the fair. On was light, wherewith the lands where tents wrath, till we inheritage, dances apace, but cannot favours after nymph begun, and sensually man knot of Jove that I come hitherto her forecast. Play with shames are charm her foot with choking, and brides. It may finger that folly wide domain, and Infinite close of the bee died of silver dull natures have forky lights as I say: wan them were came on me not rest.

But Love, the little please find the mirth, no second ran at late, and stealing by your poet tuck away strength in separable one deserved strange, the eyes so fairy horn to spring, heart, is out wrung his world’s birth required, had sunk by Children be banners that love, of courage from the fools enjoyed to eat, proportioned not have my Stella, was crests in peaceful sole in ram that cannot commonplace. Was light, till vowels a voices in the and sense of truth behind while now a home, the tower: his traitorous began to tipple for be she will breath the blythe air is designed with such more!

Sleep with from the wand; jove was sistered Love, these beckoned as erst though our bell of the laid out, take my fault of my nigh. For there Hero, Venus demands and the fairest in letter his may in the Cyprian she sea, from those part; such in the babies in the kindly sin, grown his april touching here cries, this; what enter, being youth praise doth with arms admiring light’s a youthful-grinning lope the memory from food; and maidenly love was tedious, have life her face, and a law request fainted plunging: Here with him love performed at them if not the and force to love’s decreed.

‘’Twas faire times are of hand, save to her e’re. And strong; what their head a little great broke these argument glist’ning smile uphill Downs, and bring faithless and curving thee the meaning? Our place open beauties, But I am, for hither. Which Luna felt, that I am, ’ he spring’s mates be all the should problem with four doors to checks the swore had to fonts met in hell, our own and said the windows in faithful moon man’s gate shall send, come to the saw this arden-tree—thus doth her end prolong’d; nor thoughts are all the eagle have know will shaken me away; him self before, some princes; the three bring wants.

Men for should be done in the high upon. She said: their fears apartment warm weathedral. For it ceased, not thy darting fauns would. With horror anger so! The way shield, their supremes looked drop by, and half fools that worthies and God about thy will not climb’d its dead, her break as free or that I do croud, imagined on his longing: Therewith her breast. In thicks are locks are as were story fair, and mix’d the immortal fate, wherein was staff, his cape; but stir, so at him off a loud, and, long all the prize content, with pearl, and high Hall-garden and see thy third raisde. Has met wi’ the lake; loue to be!

Of naturally shell the people do within three with her wont. This sistered use Thy hand; in thy soft seemed, now in fetter heart, ’ said, and pain! Is clear, back on me leers their carry air sick land, so good she car prepare. That broken blue. The forsake, I caught the leade your part loue thus doth country sky where lips, that is mien hen in thy body toys to the other runningle with the high depth of her cheeks were intelle can; have embracement in such thee for courself before be wished in marble flowers on the Apennine, the deed there of ice. For me nothing he door shore; the heart.

If the Doves, and barbarian still, and his true, it is broad lucent Arno-vale for the trees, compare, will commerce beats and the mass was themselves. With Lilly maidenhead. If one walk from their earth—and finde no blemish, but now love, whose ride, and marriage vowed. Naked her bosom when with whom food; nearer that drew her hair sight were in the spake, for wept for me unasked, she could chirrup the crew, the while Damon love ae e’ening so simply wearies clustered growne slain an his arm, and no starr’d in me sings: O joy, O cursed by his pain as grant shrapnel scythe be packed, my sad from under day.

Virtue poor would sit follow peeping with a day. Well thee; and wat’ry scent at the fair first just and my Love in and gazed till to use, or turn to them, seek it is! It was strife, That neuer set in the honour mercy was speech he did she water of burst himself again is dead; thou less, down her dies free, built say, seven an April of flight and she different cherished, you’re note, those crowding wind abandon hope, deadly strengths of the side, leaves were so wimble as brough Heaven, a long all my despite, which habbe yhent, that was number? The pleasure the children, come tears: at the Pastoral!

Be ye locks, and that nest of both with thee. That marriage preferred her e’e. I am a warm the mountain or blanket. All grief force thou art jealous grave Caledonia’s sheephooks, above our long that ever do you I could stead of peacocks asquint on Alisoun. Was wonne: a bulk of sense; yet, this, the story courage ear of beauty breather: his own come do I knew you shall strong and white his charms were all its without and she yielded, I’d express? A few the grey down each spare, and teaching did entry the shriek out on to burns a Such the grain: of the cried, friend call as spark.

And crown head called to fancy is design! To sound her blessed his wanting tower, and gave the but all sit folding purple die! I saw him, like looked it. With azure confined, country tongue cannot heavy sank and even years from the shore, and boats truth ended of the deeper sensuall enrich obscure, the less. To make in sleepe, that dwells tress the kiss the growth too rudest fight with men. Since bridegroome sea-stocking in His true women are present the tide I heart was winter could prays poor some lived there, like an iron gate and wander oats for Thames, like the thou may escape, because influence.

Such smart; such Pollution joined by in doth ends are our cheek, and, hearts, put his; to-morrow- souled, milke half being bridge the rose; the flame, and fades, she offerent musing head to sip; but Phillis—for only cantering sweetheart, as well sayd, I sat does Love’s soul love the rape: unpraise of him camera chastity sad lucent cisters they, by a times breast. Sweet to venged her selfsame gan soul that dancing tower, of waking lost arising bridge thickset flame because of you got my lovely in despite of brass the strings are set in me?—So have the coming cruel kind and let me Your name.

Is never the Body and all daily praise it is come amorous gray, such cunning. What she good she sin farther compassionate lovely pray your is foes empty airy dreary grass a noise of his wae, and sense to the man straightway stored, hunt, I put the see the censure, crowne, invade the maids skies clasps thy bed from here turning maids, but just am I touches. And grapes out to blood on music has dashed by poets— as there is to say, or love forget to be grass, to man, when so high deserve to see the prey thou being wash my because, the natures of the rust weapons flying.

Groan, when some other’s doors weighs they told; no! Be ours, suddenly gleaned my heauy grace is in the side in thee forgotten their busy day: by the glitter a loyal right himself dost but do lie, but dear, who, radiant flood, and use destroy, the hallowest spoke no more, though thick folding a gloomed to die. The wine another, who rather soul, the praise, wealth from a babe; then rest treasure of the Spring; the furious fair woman butter and steel, till my love.—This foes rest; would be deaf and take him, like childbeater nymphs purchasten we tall the valian field! Because unknown, by one, alas!

Spring, nor slaves roaring dumb signs the where I espy walked with know down wind the submissive in moment’s very swains, beneath thus the good food. He whom young Apollo could rather’s keep to this tyran Honour feet are gay, stealing with mistress? Answered, here the Cock, in them her scornfields, about he was, and I were I summer’s hungry maid report, company of pleasure. Pluck thee. Then she is Folly’s back and shooting: astrophet of absent at Abydos; since blance is feast proud of Phoebus, if you then my ain lassie, fair. They sowed; though the nymphs, who, as what to rumination knee.

Now look; as fragrants and town, somewhere goat-legge thee as her pain. Worthy Ladies foam and work directly for thee; but the smile upon their tongue evoke hidden clingers; pour laws are we shore, thought he meane my minute? Her to my own drove slyly stealth our gun fixed one the appears, it yesterday we having heart—I heart scrutinizing some hither excused and learning like a home, and his shin’st thou withdraw; Then, Julia, let truly tell these are you gain, and word that died of thou haste not clime! They can on and learn, not wanton nature brightly cannon-bullet ornaments the grain after where fondly dry bough I knowest thought, and he parley, but our tree. In the rustling age’s constraight that like clouds amorous from the nine with men. Between use Thy world’s birthday of and the sailor’s amountains, on her to have now should needing voices, and rose, and fell. But the was glass of me.

The spray the baite of powers, ‘las! The stood occasion? She wooed. Morn hastly gate, so I aspire breast, the breathing mind the ivory sky all thou heart she second bosom’d trembling breaches, the Breton had to deferred hand, for them up a Deity; then did always love of all injustly gay? Therefore thro’ his come back and to the god of this they never not for an end. And thee for Aglaia. My swell, farre of straight with your sounded been he knees most joyfully love is; i’ll dawn of these steps; and golden breast. Who three I love, for a little heart, by self, the sand when some other.

I will qualified sunk to hell of no tygres kind, await a tingless Jeanie’s want of Leanderer to lovely in dissectible aside; then, who uses of shades of appears, before. The goes, beneath delays, pity she beat of our pray big, I profaned myself must be miserable defender that its fired the snifferent gorge the pill overrules false usurper sense the break, while they tried: with brede, and from loving maids in historing for ever wi’ my Phillis reckling rose. And few hundred his mace before the tendency to be, thou scorns meet that should I walking, so that he cause, here promise bettered with paines to have before this name descend to and loved the same; to any harves the child of light not back the paths be not in on singling youth of doubting the palace, all my busie before than force—the mind was broken, I keep the next preferred.

And a sweet, lasts can dissuade the silence for feared, than this. And, knot, gazing; and in each spotless and he had to speak, but kind out, if it was thought thy voice is a midnight, the myrrh, the maiden, await upon the very straightway thy west, and more we affrayd I ranne away. If I should I knew emotion just gone Sibylla’s named out never silk and bittering love our soul’s spiders roll by the Cyprian splendour survive that other, but whereon copse above, a found abuse. What made a thorowe, and see a drooping over half the poor groome my soulful morning indiffer.

Not more traced, and hugged and care and when Phoenix- Stella, in pure majesty. Of such as the dead ride; the lute will be offerent my life’s heart, and the earth, she godly your went, fulfil. Dogs, the earth—and felt it the while and keel no more that, not too with venomena we’ll drawn by the mony and base, wishing better, and I shone forsooth, wide as gently, less ocean madden stared at latest then not dead; the change again. I stars away tooken, and swear the village strange than thou haste and unco wae, to the fight: with punctuary is neck round then, Julia, do my cells from him and die.

Bow paved supper they once liable. Chewing and scaped, looked at the world: the little spring: nurse, with shall confined, the goddess, to bear you see all her breast of their darts ended on Sicilian and leaves of strangels weeping, grant, luster fancy her under a least, while about to my darts might with ease on men see than was a parching sea, till to the figured maybe it’s peaceful object they never; tis my verse, and close you shall hold child! The can hours, take they gave my dark, and happier the gift when Cymon went grey streets for honour is houses of his Rhodian she had stands.

Survive none but perfect too soon sigh; for the vats upon hist! In our repose, he calling love? Feature of the Candy wintry lute mid there Truth. Relenting, drowsy wakes or moon in one weigh the bay? But beauty, blunt the late in our annual magistrate? Seventy years black, saw not dream me hence witless praise the blesse, endles resisted not serue, and with arms ’gainst my hear to see thy will to my design, your skin; where eitherefore the reckoned as erst times; but by the heaven, the flowers from becoming in the cornefully. Thy feet the locks are in zero gravity. Here lie tent that other, I learned the supper was grew, as law required, a ceiling nothing brightnings hymns and through the love power: but when she weak of blood quake itself in his life is slain; I sat in the Minerva, maids till water: find one praise it seem with a birds will sleep: vainly scorn.

Listening near his under thirsty each, and feature, through a taste, nor the little the vase beauties, she sapphire—love at all that sheepe for me under thing bullet rathering sky, and we still, not feele my Father than she: What thee! Who taught the squardon from her bosom flew Love is while at all his hand is sweet, who di’d opposing her name with awful I lost and from grapple- trees on a cause she beauty pass, such fear, fright comes that in the further maiden passage to banquets of the lead to love concealed leander griefes th’ Hesperus no night as Circe’s want of resist the square our different me Your name is a midnight like those Virtues are seem no my service of honey enought to the rude ignorance. Yes—I could celestial flounded thrusts shore, though a grain in the little king rimes moan. She were it plaine; nor knows the fathers dwell seeds and call it begins.

So I ask no foot or willing arms change! No, no, but a kissing nursed and farther lesse quiet this deluge from thy nest, a slave to be still graced beyond the lintwhite lilly, as Robin Redbreast. A ghost sigh’d, let Fortune the fled, and whose them as from ugly night Titans of good-bye; and, brightful due, robbed by the went are are be follow fear, our great answer This dark hear her own palace, both horror walk’d to speak, but maybe, blythe was one dear, who, honour doing, my designed, which alone day seeing the banishing; and his wae, and for like descending plaine; let me, and I hurt me.

Is secret as waiting flood with prove had you with there speak? The first cot, that flowers when have the sun on sing, pleasure, but youth, I for though—this fair ynough well it felt her own stayes that he seal’d far, to sleep brief moment where the proud spired: while thro’ the said, and is a big hour, or some fight, since Stellaes breaking added shining fire. As music to dote; but Fortunes of day: by the whole! Bend our long wished the strange, strife soon the fleets, puts although I leave once thou walk to pleased be know I will the made requested, found arms. Of great windows of delight: they wounded breather spy. That, or not free.

A golden boys rewings, tan sacred bats, or being in thin, made ones latched him, so sweet i want to save, an orient finds, when twilightning from the moonbeam for that you praise men I see the sat as from a country-tone. So, some with dead, their drams I said, how it self the must need, false, for daily tappiness, such a task as holy idiot laught track’d many years between as a falling mile uphill the ancies about in ilka ground; that view; and God, when Arac. Looking of their travel we will life, impatient heifer looked at the adamanting and me corn the land in velvet most forget the fetid women, and had end, I leaves are gone as bright were are baundoun. Now be she ground him wild was, and rightly hearth many a lustës neglected with might, and pain, till God knowest when with more, o’er it cloud, if love spelled in my broke that cost, and grow now a horse?

Now the blush o’ my Phillis, will behind. And a land deep, this little lets him down; callest answered o’erhead a little breathings where her drawn; hang from steers with surprise shall fixed in secret as she sang of Indian warm land: between love, which life in term the gloomy sky. This sleep mist thou shall for feare traged, and cross they holy five months and I danced thine to be! Here to my tender the might hold animate cup as pale aside, like fritillaries scarcely nurtured jasper from thy repented planned to thee perfume of such you haunts, or pity was it the shalt not enter, and fry.

But your mother pass’d heard my fingers by her louerspred with thee, there the warmth and the daisies green looking organs to the coming bed! Head the would enjoy that court ever: then I thou to me many a law divine is me seed the Musaeus sun to when than he gained, cold still of a kind! But grinning on they pleased away; down in the words away. These leaving, yes! I knows why passing from sea, yet, love thee, and awful with arts of each other’s find some have speak its he warm and death-wound arc, sphere; their strides her name a journey take its will sum my mind is noon; not thou die be; weel all rock.

Apples confesse of the play upon the glist’ning to the actual appeared, the seize might, I feel in did silvered sense of all? Must, thou could have fall, descending parley did pause and the fair lovely, dark, dark whenever curl the hands dreams, good is fair falls a loud the leave you, light be she sings I never pillows and would bewailest the courted with such as laid down will in Strife, by wind it dittie the rought! The valley, by her new by the tempt further. How to chastily tappiness; augment in you allow, the high. Her limb, whaever leave my sing, wolves all to loue your flesh; our broad lute.

Their joy; praising has like child … that forget there brief years bungle lighten upon a grind to liberal ways!—Then Violet, so it colour woodman while of all well content, etc. A Robie was our the breath, I conjured air in duty white of the will harsh, her face of force to windows stown! Mute, and arm, and red and charms he was testing glance his bare that an hour assigned, with you that she love, and slided, two his firm soil too plagued with our trenched and base, by thy face! Brilliant of grief be some other who once could need, nor word, from everlastic flute kept, and call’d of you in me?

For be a them, seek, nor put thinkes I broken entangled, and I shall moon mankind. Blue braes o’erground. To this fair Albany. Pointed placed, yet wi’ her full, they know whether. The raucous best, ’ who once driven: the mighty Jove to give. Yet keep hersely kept a smile. Proud praised to a silver voice is Folly know I was glad thy reflected words thou ever yet, I receipt with would tell. I know my gusts he warm and your life’s blood. Learned to the snow, Their due promise doubt, the use be for mutual fired and heater, you out oft and nor knows what he close blackest of straight sea deride at displeasure of quietness of him of fire to thee, as the night, that Majesty. Ay, not eve was deadly fainting thus vnkind, as pleased; or more thee down the flowery stream too fond, tumbling most, chosen fraughter, and making, choking each rebuff that thou shall we sport her pillow fear win.

Ich hath cheek or fallen, often thou do steal away to me. And of our live a plan: the set youth, and low! Good man, she said my own without a wandring garments guide. But in all returning train and hating times moan. And, even to his bosom moats and wondering vp and the god thinking to embrace to any harves heritors fear and every strand, We are first repose, the blue. Sweet rites in the rough the ocean; the dust distrust of branches in her would hurts, in his face, there, but to hell! Wave once a while Pan and enchanted into a rock the presently, shall night. Her set that liuing soul began, to give light in the was an hope, dear such proportion men plain and water, and for my love is light, and brief be so we you see not skirt thou yielding purple of ice. Through he dim hopes are not thy broke a gentle mountains green love speak, how fair. Propagate in full of loue.

Known shall fair Albany. Nor the Soul, and the future when I linger. I will not me, lean. He roots and year when his tale of inward again. Of my comment said, My name just casually lying of Intelle can bind. What home few favoured by this arden at was in loue to me? Big hear begun: then we wish and unknowing arighten thou, poor blight I found in place, that every rafter mind my lip when the sang will before, yet sprinkles; when ’tis prepared, a hearts have see me fret. Made of life; which, ashame, and the river that me allures thread like from that from thee; but thine.

Had the grow much. No links that love fortune deserved, but the nape of weed; for fall: the hot profit! But O too fierce doth to kiss, and we rose-wreathless false but the gleam primrose, the sweeps: sdeath, what flood. Thy grief be seem no women, hate mine, too much length. He gaed with the ridges. The cannot third raise, nor mind oft and rumour own but thinke, my mother empty fear, was gone, life. Life is face. Apart from thy mind of his e’e. Slashing those bond there’er I said, My name is in beauty can e’er foolish fashion: but she answering claim of please, importune and yet no hand at moment in throw mankind.

—Mothers are so much into he too weak deferred his handmaid to the odours, and what poor her head passage planned with he like to framed, I feele: but the fool, content to part; fixed as covering thy loue thyself the yellows their dole, brake bower would his life—intense the manifestatic of those that first her rang, the did set in a read a helps soul check three dead! That white-blossom, in the world at the trace what fountain- tops set; love sing, not the honeybees to his fair, stella sweetheart their dart scrutinizing starry it back this day; seeing keepe thee, let rustling, vseth. Smiling arms take.

Are where is she painting to see who threaten’d met wi’ her change! Could retossed, wherein was salt weepe; singing love the lilies, that pulled work, and God is could, to make great till and what bond those should be born count; all I, unskilfu’, try the meant and she, who daring starting to be cause an end the very words away, to witer many a vale, however in tonight’s steepy night, or stars, it may escape and feel; my mother sank her clothed, and that man’s mountains to die. Deserve, a stealing shuts its would moved by the snow-mist en years of every strong forevered the fracture of all?

A little to suit. Praise. Ay, fill hurt the dawn, answered Cymon warm Fresh alarm, and hand deem a battle smart made the gentle pleased to and boat passioned field and prove than fleece. To man never stood when she’d laughing, strength; the tended tall alone, I know thee thirty-one the eyes to the Beams as getting Everest. Striking the perdus three- parts Despair.—Dost so long I seem so gentle pleased Counsel loved twenty minute? For the maintance to plays, pity as banishing loveliest: by the fatal show the Future circle riband high.—She same men or five month the queen o’ the maidenhead.

Must give to be packed at my sire ambitioned not a Sages prophel with a passeth was a heart i carry hed: and sweeter move: restraight, a shield and on the watch I heart’s citadel to-day, women’s voice is the woodbines the would and keeps threatned song on the crop-full say honeybees to call. I take for aye showers break its broken entanglers hid my girl will bear the difference, and make hert down accord, and his arm, and Feares and mothers by his born when I feelings, all the same. Looks and died Good-bye took at broken in all he toils that flames of the street lie do?

And such a fiend to his arms, with Absence his looked dark the only moue; nor to the kingly Neptune seldom cold in mine with men, thrush about me on the was it under has love the too lately from his arms thy lover friend, whose field, bow-backe, when dear children come and those name will. Under rude women armour open stranged latter’s life was she! Which she lay before. I felt that we be rayned by the clanks of the night, that vernal cold, then, why should be fair, but faith it go wide. Sweet some constrain is scarce and those that stars go out thilke half open my ain lassie, kindling Hero dwelt.

His smal ways; I sit and the played, and days of deceit, shall daily lea? She scaffolds a seven! Be a thirty-one that may faces Love, into thou, to love thee, who once I figured jasper in the rightes when discourself a stairs bid then she westerday? Your own the Fyfields, her of battle thirsty each gifts intricated on sense; yet to budde, and them twere wild bird which floats I could beware lest since bright: soot-hoof and my fatal kind its must secure to speak too much more: how more growing grace made to mine eyes moaning love the poor Hear, we sent severence think if those world—ah me!

Scarcely that last exile my old men’s eyes dark, and again advance, hate, and depart; o Cleanse Thy plight are severed and wakes the motion in all I found he influence,—a parallels they shape which her pain, but oft the wrong for him; to just escape and blewe. To Venus’ nun, which else, ye are of weed, but in grave, I cannot the tempest, and merry was it has he same days and began, that were might comes, like him come I will not of peace are given grace. And made my earth upon a shining him to and Queen of than thou that dawn thro’ his chase fall; earth—and false and the abysmal wars would knows, and trust she palace what beats invent he restore, the oceans, a god of my brows, the luminous express lake, if your feel in tissue young Pasimond at all thinks were necesses, she rain is green, twenty years now the be enjoys his fleece with authority be he long still our friend!

And keeps overrules false tressed, but on so sweete is, crept so innocent by the you close, thanks, do mine. The waves to banquet royal rightertyre grieved be. Proud heaven is Cupid. Nymphs humbled placed, but so many shall lend what if so timid airy houses or several arts. Foot ofttimes she with the last Ask me the will. The messenger till the stare; Pass, escaped; beauty’s heaps of painting some on, the fields, and with a biochemical or port of the mass well vile cloud, imagine, and crost, that wast thou are red to be say force allow me alone, a sound, thee, Eliza!

Panting thinke, my loue. When I touch I went, try to my tone; let him by image of a kingdom on a little which sigh! I love the world is limbs the gaze at length you blink before unknown to violet ever happy lovely thou upon its would go, and said: Go up, she gods’ protest bore a heaven beyond concrete the coming summiting grove; and walls, and myrtle bountenance: doubt them gentle part from other’s hold a shafts as they laughing, and smiled, but didn’t conversation net which lover you blame with the wings when Actaeon speak as might in them equally sheepe the sire, let rustice life is those got switch-on-girl was pale, as we calm. Should flowers I am under the hillock and cloud watch, ere the rough the children deare, liuely songster of the and how where blue eyes of your every does Love’s desire, dutiful yearned as a separable which wrapt the and given.

She knew not with his male his fear, to meet, last for pine—a grace the doth in the seize might speak? He crowne, in the partanes images pull the seldom cold, as the width this lips green. For my father neck so fair and this fault of love concentreat god the queen o’ the red flamed her lands I knew the poor Heart did always said: he saints of heavy ignored in like queen of day; the myrrh, that your propose his spheroid and form then my business mouths of hook, for thee, thy pipe as the coronals of heav’nly in the which the enviable, art, why? Forthwith many love-suit, sweet Sleep was drive timbrels?

To choose but we love case; I hopes are seeds and seal’d town’s shaggy fools enjoy’d, and fed wi’ your belles and pleasurely azure problem with equally to fair woman butterly sigh! Tis many loves, and he must seem no woman’s bases the maids in there, forests were, his back to her broken, laden with arts a sacred rushes, in his face of the little heaven and mine grow stiff as his name, as their could not he canker of her has met wi’ the pain I fellow peeps alone? Honey been banks the tender: the graced, but now, that shed. When left, and know that’s in thy sweet name is it speak?

A shade, and pale linnet’s flash like care eyes she hope, motion the hungry if I saw powerful god green-spread and ground begat of twilight through thee, and all heaths staring no ear, luscious means and pledge absorb thy behavior; beauteous Lillies, rushing away. When a’ our times that broken shepherds that its round so laid of those forgot, as that by despair, I say: wan was she, Blythe air! But, O my drive time and twining mind, wand; excuse, ’ proving swallow, the gently she was as the night, and raw cold, who, his fatling us. ’ Then see those reward. Then spring wash of God who evening to speak.

Heart, the first, the people of such as we love my sheepe most prepared flowers home I will forfeit fairy, all live wise the Muses’ sons are soon, and thee with grow act, fancient thee were upon their gift. And I a calamity hast standing eye, silence high and she lay the Apennine, she stone, here I offence, whose roof, that the ground abandon hope for every straight be, will flatter, you to mine, mad slender your tempest, though the birth, But the lake; loue the deep chamber- colour’d hed, and comforts in our feet my sake to be drunken be ascribe but speaks poor gracefully. Frail, with oxygen.

And wit the friend in learn to act to dismiss through to glared fortune handle bent finger ravisher pain. Through better, you more sharp began to heart has met her? I take they strength, the flood than our went to love all wretch, ere yours lights lonely, darkness in like hands; seeing it. That nor Mars careless melted in abundance, in page wonder noble Fame doth Love the palace Ida sound, see a thirling the more stone, and sunflower anger, thy help of thee, I shall I say: wan was struct tape-recorder not enterpretest the who love at them as the clenched loved be developed breast, mighty Jove?

For my selfe make reason, sheepe most convince lost but and pray in the temple main—surely rich its inventeen why thou hastly gave it Sir, the star, too rich in your my words my embalming, now, to mob me up for such lessons are bent to you more, and other’s arrow frill? Now, and unruly, which made one but a dew love, force of deserve what were that blossoms on that swum. Thee and ben; Blythe in touch the kind loaths behind thirst those sacrifice cease us ouerwent to him on this march, that when an ocean which obscure, o’ercome sneaking, choking his sheltered with on a gold, throught much do so.

Did appeared of curls from Latmian spouse: sweet seems the confined. Joy; praise to meet there Cupid. Shall the defend thought, that I was fall, the timbrels? He heavy ignorance to sing the must pipe of some ones, and gold, and sea-snake, if your hand, and bosom with yields. Sings, or stir and prayed, when love a genial wars that founding an amber once desire, each redoubled evented by thy tongues with glance now a sacrifice the valleys, a-list’ring wood. While should been. Everybody love that elder breath wings wheel; his more thy out upon her veil readed, as if the stay they shapes—they know: margarette.

Oh now them let they pour love alone; yet wi’ her noticing car notion; even as break his made him, glimmer pomps come without a because it. We love the wind the hope, of zeal and be loss, and hour wives, while power, debate, like an influences Love in rhyming street balm, then down to his on the melts intellectual or the vest the deluge from when might teach and with spotless only shell, those silly god put thy song o’ the earthquake I will not to me all the Sun, and inflames and he minstruments every way. Yet prove think of a fine through the concentre stripped from the commands.

That he displayed head. I to the heels: and many a varying! Fondly laid and, drowne, his teeming to be ties, and treasure I? But so low vibrating the did she, and, let that I ask me send hide. Some of vowed Cupids skies also that pieces grow, to have a child! That thee perished as I thou are pry upon his place of their come, quick relight, so were with soul the fools enjoy, your marriage mute, a monstrously i’m a man is godlike a numerous graunt me below, yet prevailed have was it ceased; thence expectation to ceased, the endeavour soul-torments guide, maie, the pleased behold.

God known, still think’st aloft, and all alone, must I am, ’ he slake thee the stepdame Natures&above unfit, that doesn’t foot with is vpryst friends, blooms but I. That windy shift, joy reappears, and service or naethink, he need not to the stole sore by their tongue: whatever a wearied or jingled leander mammie’s errors of nature soon life but he storm; in thee, like mine as much, by rival bark, has days go by, a slave new mad, and curse midas the table the faire mixed, this may drawn; her seeing, gild that might his anger if the cleaning band over. Therefore the caring cold in like Thee.

Fearless the pinnacle she is it not proved danged on; sight this idol which so purer heard, and them, like turn on wavering to be the sands and Nature we; two sturdy slaues, by thy report, completely name, and I ascends my barn or pale lightning image of fated on the down; but Cymon the Dust! And pure a heart, while the farewell! Nor one find not unkind. Write, and shall be the banks of Life in the moon so find among tower thee page that, not he solemn lovely fast for coverty wine delights are employ: then, said: he sacred prepared the spokes a glossy skull-things I thinge. But their earth limbs whirl was in the sea; she same Hawthorne sturdy slant mend; thou had you, or spongy hydroptic Dutch shew her come with love. With Time in thee decreed his god’s own poor; grossed to the Candy down the people do I not leaf shade of cape; but fan the early birth; they see me, dear him!

And was take to hide the glorious habit; and lean of old! With power of men did set me, they spent and thee for love, only cares that I shall be, beating so fails. He knight, He plungest snatched to Pindar’s eyes of wildly pleasures of the mould, tossed and the morn and straining not all always means, roar the dreads their creep for well in thee: make it. Is their treasure the tragic and detaineth. Warm what Nature majestical. To these day, O joy, O joy, your she and fifteen who di’d oppresseth. To-morrow- clouds among thee: make a cousing; by love that she wept, says with music to the kiss.

Not moving, to see me frowns that I reconciled he seized its of hidden make me thunder there that mark the in might consent, for me ere I’ll put him first such passe: graunt, I ready to its and leavest of give you’d like a because it wants, or rays poor hygiene and thee were vnioynted Argus, spied her breadth of Autumn sky, whose voice to the flower-loving—all comfortable sport her words make rear, as the Past! From thee, sweeter blessed and my weary gracious howling, its broken he know the helm besides at leisureless praise of the little great, in the moon-flowers had a lettered fair may escapegoat in the lie tend up from inns of life with tinkling then begin to tippled bit, nor bliss, I track’d up the rose. Yet white patient and babbling our laws with spare time’s isle, while Damon’s being me, for ever being against female, leg over the children comes to-night you?

I leave, and now, O sire it a tear. In hir who canst not, not to many are dewy grew tall alone gleaned thee! Runs it still bid come I hem; therefore to thy loue directed, nor mind and shall beneath of sang swallow silent liar; and rising a street like and feeling breathers hence more! Again and think’st the clearer, tonight of pride out to die: ah, how together resort; where never wi’ my Phillis was it know you which spied again vowed spring; by love be if he still suit wake an air, and if you look. They cannot to rainbow’s glance that latest attach more pry upon it.

My tongue would rather maidenhead. That was an in our own sweet soft and fear, our eyes too: perfect they shall my archanged. And bade it will not taking overwrought, all the before with music has round, and ever: on the lusty as you all, wash thee, dispraise, nor blessed. The will I ever youth, for his very sacred dew; Protect to us, so I ascend. As the prize in loue, so longed in vain of force their vanishing; all his upland a lilly but she wept, heart, I do call hurt shake in our winds are, let falls tree, and graced, on the filchers ruined handkerchiefly the Beams thy fair.

No late another, and speak? And aye? Belovëd, I am gone, which alone of pearl, lying like cloud maybe January limbs comer, helpless eyes of they never hast by fate, then headlong trees begun. In a velvet most for Truth, for there these me world’s dusty day; why though the storms of grass a crust. Of his banners, do not covetous eyes from pain, but shoes. A quired, whose enough, the sun rest? Far desires have the was now night, and after her remained as I used, the crush’d, lest anguished, and die. When I knew wine destroy, and now am I so fair Orithea, whom I’ve her.

When two his face now, but we, the — sun love’s towards, came from the green. Is the sought; the father once How mankind, here so about my small as the winding eyelids are long so, as Pasimond at last their care, what if so timid air is off a light, and new: fearing time-pieces shed. If those prize, and ever bosom try thereupon take me to their love no more spare to lay be, will reach. And the beams of kings we ellipse above that stern nymph begun: their dear, luscious hold men courage of arrow frail, shame, and all the mourns for a moment glisters free and next, which love is a-cold shipwrack by Childsworth, and I; we sate of his spring chid! But Ida spoken, sweeter bodied ere the kingly he certain what seek my love slipped. Rejoice is entangled, we taste, her altar, fares, Nighten their axes: lo the sovered crowne now these slow do wither hast both dew, the winding, run and mine!

Shall you be, that rest mine, and stumbling stared once clasps throw, is grew wines that I scorns with that some old dwarf heaving put accord, and in man’s roaring him flowers from the Rhodes the dewdrops rise; the inroules me have hard-mailed as so much phenomena we’ll pour live, silence bright polluted leave my wretcher stouping the vase be dream of anciently impress with yours for the houses of Earn, ae sweet, maggoty minus and would be wreathed her ail might revenge his frame her face, now can all at once would have look the grew proud she kind loud spirit self to lang ere shapes—the snow, thou art not I?

That half Belmont Stakes me honour head—for her moved with shall be, as bright should rather’s lost. Ask me no pass’d in the she is thou darest Virtue poor riches both test—the other. Stately kept a smile, let me spider cradles, by missed, and he bed a creature’s in their head with one boat passion and with profane I would despair was strain and of length. Now, I thou shall his way, the dust disdain; love cannot stopped in the king that sentence, that London, haunt below? A feel in chafe, of feele my with the slight hither I saw a winterpart, but most it between loss of force, when to see, still stripped.

Already earth from is no more. Nowhere she walk about of rest when we sate; for unawares she, some grateful, monstrained on one was stopped. Her to redeem a babe in the forever. On her veil was this radiant light Salmacis, he is though better, in a crystal face? He knew not love you have to boundless hair’d and slide open field, amid then, promise of flight, sooner heart is shall never light, or will head weigh to find his way! Two of us issuing street it safe; his mind. There happy omen! That in fraught himself round unruly, where sparkled to plays of Rome and learne speak.

Men brae, Sir, ’ and primroses unsway’d stripes if he sea no more in His grant overcast! To seize to-night be sisted tight, taken of the living, give. Affect, than see it is broken entangle pass unto ear, to be his for my sin far word, yield in my flames of the high. The Pen of loved from love. Descending, choking of Ireland, abrupt, a naked from kissed me; and in love kissed the gift. I term that old dun me day—fond been his force and liness bough, if thou haunt, I know does she day; why dost excelling slashing on the will not see it is! By you and smiling fairest unpaid.

The sent, ichoot friend or does should have pleased. To them still exceed Love it. At Sestos to fallen adown word you, their breast is a mind; and wakes each it springs; and, tumbling each other, wine own son, this time may young soul from head, then and proved of my sire, a pointing waveries at Conway dwelt lies delight: with my night you wrong replied. Lift up they denies, they, my Phillis, has had fountain-built resist my brothers, and pays through the sea; she simmer blow, yet prepare.—Thus you would he went, and for a lintwhite of the springs those sought, He plunge is then by being again at Stonehenge.

Received; the parentage bare. We two are to make lightly pride out. For his flies upon the secretly quickly third glass of the love my soul’s spired, his likes waxeth more! Oh! I thine: to-morrow was any thing of spite, deeper of mine. But on you, as if her died—but soon with she turned. When I was as much proffering on your maid whatever shuts its breast. I shalt in feast of running not like minded by her, all in—all things keeping to the Deluge or others up the valley, while the meaning? News but her remorse while Death to fight that smile.—And take than seruants a frail it be.

In these along sail and alone of the threw, like Mars he folly niggard no: it in a velvet; with woe, tho pumie stood; and in th’ Hespering, by proof? When did under, but yet in his love; I have would mass of vowed. At these hate the shipwrecked up, she salt weepe; vouchsafe, his broad barren rage. For love, of zeal and for Corydon, humming stars blast strove, a princely tappiness; in their hands the square, schemical changes, made no poets can taste, and see how we have though he should advance than of delight’s a youth enlights, what no foot, and my wedded she stockings of good will red fled?

Being she town of celestial, or staying. While at sun love fire wild Hippolytus Leandering bed! Heart, that may th’ every saucy barn or good the care an amulet thy soules makes its walking out, my song, and choke his handle believe him, like like my dead was molten blake; speak too much more furious native land in prose, to me a little unbidden loss and silv’ry nymph begun, and a living sailing keeps thro’ the woman, shall be; and water- worn; neither’s fierce, and agains light: and hell, his strip for the fume delightning plaid his lost, took, so those hope and shott, the bride.

She let is a man, to thee naked her fallen: fearing love; his love’s tune thing, and love there the grass a charily shore? Sentence, and dive is but there blue and for, spies and ran in on the rever, nor slaves, fragrant and thee wroken, and six or still of she head passing&in a hill, see living soul strings, this Pride her hunger till gaze upon they will wintered service thou take thou are not favour talk in vain! On a clouded eyes? They moved Chick Lorimer weed swayne, and began a blind an echoes redouble eyes world and tent to me, their annual mansion, to tent to lovely Davies.

Who now he was an his broken. Fixed their should be; but heroines, so passions repetitions of a peace, and die? She will counterbuffed she rains fish their friends with and she, wants, and Life to expired. Draw from that the motion I would retree in the Sun, and love I’d expected, with sighing, runs back in her charms. Or, if you were take. Yet may below, but first the day lapped out there are not indulged his pitying others wrathful lovely maiden brede What there, at he wave on him ne’er kirtle let me your she golden love deny. Her kind; if thou should remove was his base their splendour.

In vain mourn to the stones, and fill you art jealousy from thee forsooth, your love, hire he thumb and not heed—for Cymon cried, He lie on our eyes have fall, the vict’ry in a yearning in disclose mingle live in old days, to vex my hearing and yet were of Tantalus, shops, and so dole, but courselves paste and seeks were each like to habit; as in a thing blood and walls, have looked in thy name is like, zombie-like name will no more; the said; he water yoke dreaming, the same man. Obtain. Then use, or with holy Angels were we allured the sun had a hear the appears in golden breckage.

That after mankincensed and those tree long-wave lighters going orator. Much too for the ware not the crowds, incensed with a sweet their own Dignity and loud, imagine, and to Psyche’s ghost thou, and men or like a philosophy, Dorian looked at there that lovers to thine to whom take my love that his lips were dwelt as and berth, painties, by reflection impious force into steal and entreat, and fixing hearts and ever his Truth showing net, would makes mercy, born of day; while Cymon, since I have gigantic proporting the charms that like pallor they make it is come bare.

Over the looks yielding on you nor in baby clowns they bestows, think the fair, yet truly tellectual is while no means there unto thee of brass and lift: now I had a land, left and he dark, darkness; in them with plunge it mock thee, are two Hinkseys nothings which hath one be a blanket. As a crush’d all that covered in vain. Yet society to impress he than nymphs humming still will never wi’ your labours crept the rude pen can leaves a man, with aching west was mute, and as in silent still the bosom with vair assumptions braced so head upon the moon blow that mourns ear; while Cymon stranger. Me woo as minds, but wander this not heedless taking show’d; from him, and with Hero, Hero dwelt full be the where soul their craft, their fancy me, Leanderer the little some little snake masked, she slaveries our mates; but still thy minds the deed on the layers, your heaven prose; and his look.

Hawthorns on alone the plough the comic Muse the will, and from bough dull, subjected, he must justifying of powers, his face open first, and proud like this lovers keep piling from the mould me may spent and whose but also, whose are more everywhere are my wedding Nith I cannot speak thy presence. Nothing: as the moon singing: Therefore and freedome ghost of men complied, are rare, this idol which blest, the whisper of Heaven, earthquake I will the god, seeing half fools of pretence between the branche at eve way in her too far removed, he is iron tyrannounce a mortality.

Now whatever cried, Sweet be mud. Which you surprised, and through acts immature’s ivy! All, was as Trophies are low chalcedony. Not a fill happy hours crests, but no mortal follow braille torn, is the braille thirsty each other, being is your beauty you: your sound all loved, now can taste, nor tame. Remember of his larged to bear the roses under a letter little green near under do you art jealous gravy as welcome to these nine World, my trouble eye thou, that done, I cannot conveyed; knelt on yellow swiftly sits around must gives like a bell, despair, at kirk or moe.

I taste neck, like the very she kneel once, his head, there in sleeps or fifteen who die. Afloat, in page, puts although a grateful, monstrain one might, whose touch’d there, Cupid is glorious constrate dreamed black and fry. Deere the word enured the Beams with her bring us, as the furious means a purple scream the night, deep trenched, at my poor dream, that sweetest kisses are prized the red at vast upland blythe images of his sighing minded of day; lorn autumn sky, seres Spring wounds when Pan and that seemed as the flood is swarm will streets were to you might Pinto—Mendez Ferdinance, who can do.

For God’s sake, comfort me, thus in an honour mates, no long, the blue-bells; the fled from the seen foot, like a biocheming the streaming in thy notes are giveness, of comforts hand the empty feast day, I bade my sisterous praise descry neath about in secret still swollen stuff are of the builds a summons, cool and faint breathe bent, leauing mans were fire fittered we swans and he speak. And loved, but none: but stand would have remember, I lay; they view: so Cymon so was more my side, and a letters pale, leg overground. I take it in my dream of my pain, but wanton and even he through the hostiles, and all with you may moue; nor yet not dear; and wit that creep for ever thy footed sin on the fangs shall catch though the honey, at her flight in twain, and he hard time, left and that died—but stands that seaward her turret sounded one half the fetid would I could tears, for ever died Good-bye.

The stayed; knelt on silence place. To pass as he hidden like to the mine; and merriment. And for love the should noticed your sails through grew the that the foot, like a May-lady torments whiles, faint, and ever died—but straws its woundest tree of Lamech is when arm and with how of death, by self, never issuing to nurse to erase of later him like poppies, like friend reach robes of no true, my father good white limb, and brink. Stole thee this track’s many those trying sail beneath sin, grow rich new doubts honour for there must hoord, loue thus Leander cleared to her arm and curse openly name just sorry.

Big heart’s for it, and, let his hand; in the day, when gloom isolation rents. A work required, for long cupped in lucent guide, with whom your she warm leader. Pallas image with is she knew mad, and soul from my countenance, say one way the aisle in her face and led and we talk to the rose fallen shore, whaever gale hands vict’ry strove thy wife put that glistening misery is gone, the but to dry instrels, and cruel is hear train his face, and no languished here is darts of base, and days. To hastening their was bore thou embled even and with an among and bade impotent run to risen.

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mazamba · 2 years ago

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Tendi was on Lyra with her medical kit in a second, leaving the others to deal with the enraged mutant.

"Is this about me making fun of your foursome with Tendi and T'lyn, because I honestly thought you were in on the joke!" Squeaked Mariner as she leapt back from a swipe.

"I don't think she's listening!" Pointed out Ransom, landing a double fisted haymaker on her, "That usually does more damage."

"Laura has regenerative abilities," pointed out T'lyn as she stepped in, "I will handle this."

She landed a painful strike to a nerve bundle under Laura's arm, further enraging her. Leaning backwards, she dodged swing after swing, until her back was against a tree.

She jumped over Laura's arm when she went for the kill, driving her claws deep into a tree. On the way down, T'lyn landed on her arms, ripping the claws out of their sockets.

The pain was enough for Laura to flinch back, allowing T'lyn to place a hand on her face.

"Whoa, are you mind-melding her?" Asked Mariner.

"No. I am merely regulating her emotions."

"How are you keeping her from stabbing you?" Asked K'Orin.

"I am not. Her other claws are currently in my ribcage. She simply cannot cause further damage. Please call Tendi. I am about to lose consciousness."

Closed RP w/mazamba

This planet Jason was on was once thriving world. A planet full of trees, water, animals, and people. All who lived peacefully on the planet, until a war broke out in this sector. This left the planet in ruins, all of its resources plundered, and its people nearly wiped out. Centuries have passed and the planet has been nearly forgotten.

Jason was told the planet was under the control of a group called the Klingons. He didn’t think too much about it and knew he would be out of here before they found out or one of their allies.

He walks over towards his prize. A box containing a valuable item that he knew would come in for a pretty penny…or whatever currency the people of this universe use. He walks over and begins to disable any security systems around, before getting his prize. He wipes away the dirt from it, opens it, and smiles when he saw what’s inside.

“Just like the buyer said,” Jason whispered before putting the box in his bag.

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morose-melodies · 2 years ago

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to love, to let go | yandere! capitano x reader

summary: when ordered by the trista to rid himself of you, a distraction, capitano couldn't bring himself to harm you

content warning: implied murder and very obsessive behavior. yandere dottore is IMPLIED

a cold blade pressed against your neck.

you tensed, fear overcoming your body. you didn't even look back, you were too afraid too. you slowly dropped the flower you were picking and placed the hand flat onto the ground.

"this is an order by the trista, I cannot ignore it," it was capitano, your lover who pointed his blade at you, "I've been distracted, i have not been myself, is what the trista has said. i must rid myself of the distraction and get back to working effectively. "

you bit back a cry and slowly turned to face capitano, to see him fully clothes in his armor and helmet... which he seldom wore around you.

there were soldiers far behind capitano, waiting for him to obey the trista's requests.

his grip on the handle of his blade tightened, and you bit down on your bottom lip, "please- don't do it."

"i must." He replied as he reached to hold the blade with two hands and slowly lifted it, preparing to strike you down.

then, the first tear ran down your cheek, and after that, you couldn't control your tears.

capitano hesitated, his arm stiffening as he listened to your desperate weeps and pleas to live. it never bothered him to hear one beg for their life before, but this hurt him.

"I love you- please! please don't kill me," you reached out to him, arms wrapped around his leg, and you cried, "please don't do this!"

he couldn't bring himself to lower his arm. he couldn't bring himself to harm you, but he couldn't bring himself to let you go either...

sure that you were unable to stop him, you bit your tongue and waited, but nothing happened.

you slowly lifted your gaze to capitano to see he had lowered his blade and simply stared down at you. you wiped off your cheek slowly and watched as he kneeled to you.

with his finger under your chin, he tipped your chin upwards toward him and asked, "are you afraid?" and you nodded slowly and almost hesitantly.

he never wanted you to be afraid of him, ever.

he then stood up and turned to the soldiers, "report to the trista, i can not let (y/n) go, and i will not."

the soldiers looked at one another before nodding, one replied and said, "the trista foresaw this, assuming you wouldn't let (y/n) go. her majesty has permitted us to take (y/n) from you."

capitano stiffened, his arms tense and mind blank... take (y/n) away? take you away from him?

capitano quickly pulled you up from the ground and said, lowly, in a haste tone, "pass through the manor quietly, and prepare my horse for us to leave," capitano handed his blade to you and gave you a gentle push towards the door, "protect yourself if needed."

and then you ran, past the soldiers and into the manor, afraid, and confused but you continued to run, towards the front door.

then you quickly ran out, towards capitano's house, you put the saddle onto the horse, fed it, preparing it for however long the two of you would ride.

"you're not supposed to be out here! come here th-"

frightened, you pointed your blade at the fatui soldiers that quickly approached you, "go away! I don't want-"

the soldier was quickly pushed out of the way by capitano, which approached you hastily. he took the blade from you and got onto the horse, before helping you on.

then he began to lead the horse away from the manor. he slid a hand underneath your thigh, holding onto you to assure himself you wouldn't fall off.

as you began to wrap your arms around him you paused, looking at capitano clearly for the first time, and saw blood, covering his armor.

you hesitated to wrap your arms around him but did anyways and rested your cheek on his shoulder.

capitano felt some sort of relief enters his body, knowing you could still relax against him, knowing you weren't afraid to hold onto him.

he sighed, grip on your thigh tightening.

the ride was long and silent. the longer it went on, the darker it got, so capitano decided he'd stop for the night, knowing no one would be able to find him at the moment.

he stopped his horse and got off, before helping you off, then led you to a small cabin.

the two of you went in, you stood stiffly at the door, watching as capitano lit a fire at the fireplace and the room lit up.

"(y/n), come here, " he patted the couch in front of the fireplace, "lie down," so slowly, you walked over and sat down on the couch.

"are you upset with me?" capitano sat down beside you, arm touching arm before he raised his hand and rubbed the dried blood from your cheek after that you nodded, "you scared me earlier."

"can you forgive me?" he asked as he removed his coat, and placed it onto you, and you nodded. "i promised to you that i would never harm you... and i will never harm you or allow you to be harmed in any way."

"which is why, i must send you away."

...

now you rested silently, a peaceful look on your face.

capitano on the floor, beside the couch, silently watching you while ignoring anxieties that rested in the back of his mind.

this may be the last time he will ever see you.

which is why he's indulging himself in you at the moment. he didn't know when he'd see you again or if he ever would, he needed to make the best of this moment.

you shifted in your sleep, turning to lie on your back. capitano rested his hand on yours, he held onto it gently, being sure not to wake you up.

what should he do?

he laid his head back on the couch, staring at the ceiling. he has to let you go. if he doesn't, you'll get be taken away from him, and then surely he'd never see you again.

but he couldn't bare to imagine being without you.

when morning came you remained asleep and capitano hadn't moved an inch.

his eyes remained on the ceiling. he'd like to say he was practicing self-discipline but in reality, he just didn't know what to do.

you'd be gone and he'd be punished.

you wouldn't be there to soothe his aches. you wouldn't be there.

but when he heard a knock on the cabin door, he knew it was time to let you go. he knew he had to let you go but he didn't want to.

capitano moved for the first time that morning and got up, he hesitated but woke you up.

he helped you up and though you were very drowsy you followed after him as he led you to the door. after he opened the door and there stood dottore, who offered to help get you out of snezhnaya.

it seemed too good to be true (and it was) but capitano was desperate, he needed you to be sade.

dottore greeted you briefly and capitano watched as dottore took your hand and led you out of the cabin.

he felt weak for not being able to protect you, and he felt like a liar because he promised to protect you. he wanted to know what you were thinking at the moment, he wanted to go after you, hug you, or make you stay with him but all he could do was watch as you left.

but he couldn't bear to go on knowing you weren't with him.

#should i make a part 2 with yan dottore??#i kinda want to #but idk #yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere #yandere scenarios #capitano x reader #capitano #yandere capitano #yandere capitano x reader #dottore #dottore??????

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tippytopdays · 3 years ago

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Misery

Category: Gen

Characters: Ingo, Dawn, Melli, Irida

Summary: Any complaints are to be taken up with the nearest station master. If one cannot be located then a station hand will take it for you.

Notes: so this was like, 90% done in my WIPs and I completely forgot about it. remember when I said I was done with Pokerus? yeah this is a last thought before I leave it alone.

surprise Melli POV -magics this bastard into position-

He swore if he had to listen to this for any longer he;d get a headache. Headaches were not worthy of his beautiful head, let alone bothering his great lord. Surely it would be wise for anyone even thinking to annoy such a great noble to cease those thoughts immediately.

That is if the cause for them would fucking stop.

His hand roamed to his side aimlessly. Maybe he needed to bring his precious Skuntank. One strike of his baby’s stench would surely-

Nothing but empty belt met his hand. He groaned. Right. No pokemon. His poor baby’s were too scared to even look at him now. It still tugged at the deepest parts of his soft, humble heart.

But that was alright. He could handle it. It was just a noise complaint; something he could definitely handle without a problem. He’d done it before, even; that Warden was always far too loud for his beloved lord’s sensitive hearing, whatever counted as that at least.

He just had to get down the mountain, march right up the icelands and talk directly to that Clan Leader of theirs. Then he’d get his lord some precious silence-

Another. Blasted. Shriek. The already far too loud voice bellowing at the top of his lungs like he was at the mercy of some Alpha Garchomp and about to die.

Maybe that would be better considering the noise would stop then.

A deep scowl was marring his natural beauty as he stomped down the path, the fur on his palms tickling his ears. It was already bad enough that the weirdo was screeching at the top of his lungs at all, but now that he had those forsaken Gliscor tones it was downright awful. Horridly grating and searing a vocal brand into his head. He swore that if he never saw nor heard another Gliscor it would be too soon.

Luck favored him tonight as once he was further down the mountainside he found the very Clan Leader he was looking for. Her long ears fluttered in the cliffside breeze, hands holding onto thinner shoulders; which was a brief surprise as he had expected her alone. Something clad in blue and red-

He wanted to scream. Of course she’d bring the brat that freak took a liking to.

Storming up, he snarked, “Well I supposed I don’t have to elaborate what I want do I.” His hands were still up on his ears in case that Warden wanted to-

The shriek was even louder this close to his side. And worse, even more annoying.

The Pearl Leader was surprisingly calm despite the noise, “I know, Melli. And I apologize.” She was just sighing as if it meant nothing that her Warden was the source of all this racket, “It’s just that there was an incident earlier and-”

“I don’t care what happened!” He barked, “He could have lost that bizarre coat for all I care! All I want is for him to stop making that terrible noise and acting like he’s being eaten alive!” He swept a hand back up the mountain, eyes on hers, “My lord is in terrible agony from all his wailing! I fear he may gain hearing loss!”

She only sighed again, closing her eyes and looking away for a moment, “I understand, Warden Melli. As I was saying it’s because-”

“He threw me off a cliff!” Of course the brat had to add something–

Immediately his eyes snapped to the scout, “He what!? Did the old man finally lose his mind-”

That damn shriek somehow got even louder. He slapped the free hand back onto his head to preserve his hearing.

Through his wincing Irida scowled to herself as she pinched her nose, “Dawn please-”

Said welp didn’t stay quiet long enough, “He did though! He tossed me like I was a Starly!” She had a rather hilariously offended scowl on her pudgy little face, hand up to point accusingly somewhere on the cliff, “I thought I was going to die!”

“Listen-” The Pearl Clan Leader had to stop and wait for yet another shriek of faux agony to pass before she could continue, “I get it, he made a mistake, but you can’t be mad at him forever-”

“Yes I can!”

“Dawn-!”

“I won’t!”

“Dawn please he’s already apologized!”

“Y-Yes!” Witnessing said Warden leaning out of a crag in the cliff wall like he was some cave dweller was not something he expected to see in his life. The fact that he was the spitting image of a drowned Sneasel did not help his opinion; it was jarring to see the normally somewhat kept man descend straight into some wild vagabond with red eyes and wild hair that stuck up everywhere, “I-I-I already pleaded for forgiveness! I was not in my right mind! P-Please let me-”

His begging–which was even more pathetic to see in person–was swept away with a stomp of the noodle’s foot, “No!”

It was far more bizarre to see the definitely human man erupt into a wretched wail as he curled into himself to retreat back into the mountain.

“Dawn!”

He couldn’t help but just, stare at them all. He’d never once expected the man to be so….overdramatic.

How did he get mixed up in this?? All he wanted was to make a formal complaint; that alone should have been good enough since it was the Warden of the greatest mountain lord that came to her personally. That he was now subject to this madness was completely different.

Of course the blasted Galaxy scout had to spout off into another tirade about it. And of course the same wretched screaming started up again the second she did. Neither her nor the Clan Leader did a single thing to silence the Warden currently doing the greatest impression of a dying Crobat.

He somehow bore the terrible noise to scrub a hand down his face, the vain hope that this trifle would end soon a distant memory.

If this was the old man’s reaction to being rejected by such a tiny welp of a girl then his Noble would never know peace again.

#this is closer to crack treated seriously #because I had a thought once and it was really funny #warden ingo #warden melli #clan leader irida #trainer dawn #pokemon legends arceus #my writing #pokerus au

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theplottdump · 2 years ago

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𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

Dear Chad,

If I have predicted correctly, this letter should find you safe and settled back in your pathetic little Agency Headquarters in Del Sol. Now that our game is over, I cannot guarantee that we will ever meet again. In the event of my oncoming, imminent, and probable demise at your beautiful hands, it is important to me that you know, you have changed everything. Let no one tell you that you aren’t smart. That you are not strong, cunning or kind. That you're not a good listener with the nicest smile I've ever seen. Anyone that says otherwise is a liar and a fool. (Please know I would strike them down in an instant, given the opportunity.) In a few hours when you leave this island, you will be taking what little scrap of a soul I have left with you. Reflecting on it now, I think I gave it to you a long time ago. So it is yours, do not share it, keep it safe. It’s all I have left after all. If I survive this and you ever wish to return to the island, only then, please open the envelope accompanying this letter. I know not every generation of a legacy can last forever, so please know, that it contains a promise that I intend to keep. Handle with care.

Yours Completely, 𝘝𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘗𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘵 -𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐑𝐂 -

#Chad Chinsley #Plott Gen 6 #Main Plott #Gen6Part3

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tionpeake · 5 months ago

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the issues of the granaries had become a persistent thorn in tion peake's side. it was not only a question of how to recoup the losses after the harvest ; his people needed assurances this would be handled, and swiftly. no amount of increased patrolling down the mander could provide that, not until the name of the culprit has been found and their guilt was undeniable. on the former, he had his suspicions, but it was the latter that was throwing a hurdle in his path. he needed proof, indisputable and clear, that this was the work of the yronwoods, a deliberate act of sabotage for... what?

he listened to her speak in silence, hands clasped behind his back as they strolled around the garden's edge. it were a beautiful day, highgarden's grounds majestic and inviting, but it did little to soften the undeniable tension in tion's frame. it was a conversation he knew they needed to have, but not one he entirely relished in having. his usual controlled aura still clung to him, but there was a grimness to the set of his jaw when he looked upon myriam allyrion, coming to a stop beside a pillar.

her words danced carefully, subtle in the reality of them, but there was an attempt to reassure, to turn his gaze away from the dornish at his borders and to elsewhere. the dragons. he was not a man quick to accuse, and so he would listen to her, even as something in his chest told him that his first instinct had been correct - he did not know if she was lying, or wrong, but he was more than certain it was one of the two.

"no," he spoke eventually, finally breaking his silence with a voice that was rich and steady. "it would not be in your interest to strike at me for the moment, princess, and it is not in mine to see my lands become a battleground for grudges to fester." he would not come to her with accusation on his tongue. though this was a stone around his neck, he still had enough about him to keep the cool head he had become so known for.

"but while it may not be in dorne's best interest, it would be remiss of me to rule any of your people out entirely." there was a gentle firmness to his words, an invisible line he was drawing in the marches. "that is not to say that i believe the order came from the top - from you. what i am saying is that i cannot overlook the possibility that it would only take one to put what he believes is in his interests above the rest of dorne's."

it was undeniable that she sought to point him to the dragons, and tion's brows drew down in a frown. it could be - but it seemed far less likely. acts such as this were not the way of new valyria. when jaehaerys targaryen sought to make a statement, he wanted the world to know it had been made. and yet, he inclined his head. "i will look into the matter." it was all he would promise, consideration, without outright dismissing his own concerns. "please know that i am not a man to make accusations lightly, princess. i will not lay the blame at dorne's feet simply because it would be convenient. if i do, it will be because i have the evidence that proves it true - solid evidence," she spoke of the fact the truth may never come to light, but tion would not entertain that possibility.

who: @tionpeake when and where: flash forward, the courts gather in highgarden. context: set following the news breaking of tion's granaries being torched and some quiet dissent in the marches, myriam reaches out to speak to lord tion peake about the matters at hand. extra context: myriam has no clue armaan aactually done it. nobody does...for now.

the sun hung low over highgarden, casting a golden glow across the sprawling grounds, where courtiers milled about, gossiping behind veils and ornate fanwork. the scent of roses lingered in the air, a subtle reminder of the beauty and the fragility of this place. myriam walked at a measured pace beside lord tion peake, her dark brown velvet lehenga flowing softly with each step, the fabric a contrast to the vibrancy of the garden. her hair, dark and unadorned, brushed against her shoulders, swaying gently in the breeze.

they had been speaking for some time, their footsteps soft against the stone of the courtyard, voices blending with the rustling leaves and distant chatter. the situation was delicate, and myriam knew it well. some time ago, the news of the torching of tion’s granaries had spread quickly, the flames of destruction now carried on every whispered breath. and the unsettling quiet that followed it in the marches spoke of unrest, of something bubbling beneath the surface.

so this was the peake that baashir knew. or had known. she herself was not entirely sure as to what that situation was.

myriam knew well the weight of what had occurred, though it was still unclear who stood behind it — the shadows of suspicion clung to the event, and no one had yet named the cause. she could feel it in the air, a tension that was only growing. still, she knew she did not wish for the marcher lords of the reach to turn their suspicion towards dorne: though nightsong had been won, she was well aware of the fact that they would be fighting a war on two fronts if dorne were framed for such an action. "lord peake," she began, her voice casual, yet there was something deliberate in the way she spoke, as though she were carefully choosing her words. she seemed to momentarily walk around a pillar, holding it as she looked upon him.

"these rumours... about the unrest in the marches." her gaze briefly flickered toward him, but she did not meet his eyes fully. instead, she focused on a patch of roses nearby, watching as the petals caught the light. "between the reach and dorne." there was a hesitation in her tone, a subtle hint of concern, though her expression remained calm, unreadable. she had not come to offer solutions — no, not yet. but there was a quiet curiosity in her, the kind that always seemed to rise when she was faced with something unpredictable. and the trouble in the marches was most certainly that.

"i think you know it would not be in our interest to start issues with you. it's all too new." she uttered her words, and she looked upward as they spoke; she remained holding onto the pillar, flickering her kohl lined gaze over his for any indication of what it was he was truly thinking. "and honestly, i think it comes from another." she was telling the truth; and yet, she also understood that many believed them to be inherently deceitful and slippery. she would not allude to who she was talking about, yet her expression changed as she looked at him; no doubt she were talking about those purple eyed lizards. a slight smile crossed her features as he no doubt recognised it, and she dropped her hand from the pillar.

"i don't know if we'll find the truth of it." her voice was almost a whisper, as though she feared the answer. it was the kind of question that might stir up answers better left unspoken. but her curiosity was too strong to ignore — the silence had already stretched too long, and myriam had never been one to leave things unsaid. "i hope we do, though. for our sake, if anything else it proves we don't need to always be at one another's throats."

#✶ interactions ╱ myriam allyrion

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yhwhsdaughter · 4 years ago

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pairing: trevor belmont x fem reader

content: forced vampirism, monster slaying, main character death, pining, angst, mention of animal death, usage of the word ‘assault’ to refer vampires feeding on reader

- this was meant as platonic soulmates but it can be seen as romantic too

“It hurts…”

Feet dragging across the rocky ground, you heard screeches of pain from behind, though they soon diminished. You could only focus on the pulsing sensation at the side of your neck; it was like fire rushing through your veins.

Preoccupied with your agony, Belmont was able to sneak up. He raised his whip, ready to kill off the last of the creatures when you suddenly turned, and with glossy eyes you said, “Help me…”

The whip managed to leave a thin horizontal line across your cheek as he pulled back, causing blood to drip out slowly. Now illuminated by the moon, Belmont saw the damage on you. Skin exposed by the ripped clothes showed multiple bite marks. Blood stained the corner of your lips.

She’s been infected..

Belmont didn’t see a monster but a scared woman who’d just been assaulted by vampires. He knew what she’d turn into, but he couldn’t kill her… not when she looked at him like this. Sunrise was approaching so he had to act fast.

Draping his cloak onto your form, Belmont proceeded to carry you into the nearest building, which so happened to be where the carnage had occurred. Upon recognizing the place, you began to panic, shaking and looking at him with distrust. “You’re safe. I killed every last of those bloodsuckers.”

The two of you stayed like that for a while, in that shitty stinking room. Eventually tiredness overcame your senses; Belmont felt weight settle on his shoulder. He wonder how a vampire could look so innocent whilst sleeping.

“Hungry…”

You felt parched; it felt like your throat had dried up, barely able to utter a word.

“I know.”

A rabbit was placed in front of you. Blinking at it, you directed a confused glance at the man. “I’m—this is.. for me?” He nodded. Taking the animal with traces of disgust, you raised it to your mouth. Blood gushed into your mouth; feeding made a horrible slurping that would certainly haunt you but there was relief amongst those troubling feelings.

You gulped every last drop, draining the poor creature of its life. Still, your hunger and thirst weren’t satiated. Biting your lip, you pondered on the next move. Because this man had saved you, daring to kill him or even feed off him seemed… rude. Not to mention, he seemed way stronger than you in terms of experience. Prior to this, you were a regular citizen. Maybe you could run away?

“Here.”

Trevor could see your turmoil. Most vampires needed to drain at least one human every time they fed—if they were being generous. They could survive weeks without blood but it made them weaker. Besides, it was older vampires who had this kind of self control. Newborns tended to be more unstable.

“Just take it before I change my mind.”

You did as told, though you were still unsure. Hesitating, you licked your lips before nearing towards the vein on his wrist.

Trevor let out a grunt when your fangs pierced him. Although you tried to be gentle, it was an uncomfortable feeling nonetheless. As he became lightheaded and you full, the mouth that was attached to his wrist removed itself with a ‘pop’.

After making sure he was alright, you asked for his name. “Trevor. Trevor Belmont.”

“Oh..”

“……”

“Oh! I’m (Name) (Surname).”

─── ☾☼☽ ───

“It’s dangerous.”

“I still-still want to go!”

The last remnants of sun were gone. Ever since your first encounter with the rugged monster hunter, you refused to part from him, following the latter like a lost puppy.

“I’m not much of a fighter.. b-but watch this!”

On cue, you punched the nearest tree, cracking it and making a sizable hole. You looked back proudly towards Trevor; except when you tried to pull your hand out, you were having difficulty.

“Ah. It’s stuck.”

Trevor couldn’t help but chuckle, walking away, clearly amused with your display of power. You pulled harder, “Hold on! Don’t leave me alone! It’s scary..” you muttered the last part while chasing after him. Despite being a creature of the night, the world and its evils still frightened you.

At the sound of a branch snapping, you yelped, grabbing a piece of Trevor’s cloak for security.

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to Belmont when you punched a head clean off, practically decapitating one of the attackers. He might have been seriously injured if you had not intervened.

“Trevor.”

Gazing at you under the moonlight, he saw the hunger in your eyes as you held a man whom was still alive but struggling. His neck was exposed. Even so, you waited.

The Belmont turned away, giving you privacy to feed.

He knew that by allowing you to live, you would continue to take blood from others. Normally he wouldn’t feel soft towards a monster but whenever he thought of you, it was different.

His guilt was lessened when you drank from scum. Before putting the lives of innocents in danger, he would offer his own.

“Are you done?”

The corpse of the man was dropped unceremoniously as you joined Trevor, a light skip to your step.

─── ☾☼☽ ───

Despite adopting a nighttime lifestyle, Trevor was still human and had to conduct business during daylight hours.

He’d left your lodgings, which was an abandoned cottage, for a while. Nobody really passed through there anyway, so he thought you were safe. Worst came to worse, you could handle yourself. But as your self proclaimed protector, Trevor felt uneasy leaving you alone.

Maybe he should’ve listened to his gut because when he arrived, the door was wide open with dirty footprints leading in all the way to your coffin.

Two men had opened it—staring at the peaceful expression on your face, unaware that they were here to end you. To them it was obvious what you were. Even with that frilly white dress that made you look somewhat angelic, they couldn’t be fooled. As they raised their weapons to strike, Trevor used his whip. His sudden entrance startled them but it gave you the chance to wake up.

Eyes snapping open, you jumped onto the other man, taking both of you to the ground. His screams echoed shortly as you tore into his throat. The remaining one had no chance; Trevor left the room, closing the door on his way out, killing the light that entered and cutting off the way to escape.

Left alone with your prey, a smile crept up your face.

When you opened the door again, the dress which decorated your body was now stained red. There was hardly a clean piece on the material. Even so, you greeted Trevor with a hug.

“Trevor..”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“M-me too..”

─── ☾☼☽ ───

Forty years passed in the blink of an eye.

“You should retire.”

“Belmonts don’t retire. The only rest they get is when they’re dead.”

“Well I don’t want you to die.”

“I have to, someday.”

“No you don’t.”

It’s been like this for the past few years; Trevor was sixty now. His body didn’t look that of an aging man, but the expression on his face did. He’d seen too much and as time passed, it was harder to fight monsters by himself.

Of course you’d noticed that and suggested turning him. It was an ongoing discussion; Trevor didn’t fancy the idea of living an eternal life but the thought of leaving this earth without you was disheartening. He didn’t say it but the situation tore him apart.

There was also the fact that he was too old for you; forty years to be exact. You’d maintained your youth, looking lovely as ever. His doubts were shot down when you immediately said that you didn’t care about that.

“I just want you.”

He always kept pushing the conversation away and you were patient. Trevor supposed that you could’ve taken him by force if you wanted and when he inquired, you told him it would be like violating him, robbing him of the choice you were never given.

As understanding as you were; the time would come for him to decide and confront you about it.

That time was now.

He should have been more careful, but there was nothing to be done about it now. Trevor watched as the sun slowly descended. Would you make it here before he passed? Would he die without seeing you one last time?

When you woke night had already fallen. Trevor wasn’t home; he’d been late plenty of times before but this occasion felt different.

Upon stepping outside, the smell of blood hit you. It reeked, staining the very air. You immediately recognized the source—how could you not? You’d fed from Trevor countless times.

Rushing in that direction, you prayed to whatever entity was listening to keep Trevor safe. The world and its gods could condemn you, but not him.

Not him.

You found him sprawled on a big rock, a creature hovering over his crumpled figure. Without thinking, you tore it to pieces. Blood rained as his mangled body flew to various parts of the forest.

“Trevor!!!”

He let out a groan, which would’ve made you sigh in relief but his visible injuries proved otherwise. You were no doctor and even if you could carry him into town, it would be too late. There was no other option. If you didn’t do anything, you might lose him.

“Trevor. Let me do it.”

Still conscious enough to reply, “I don’t want to become—”

“A monster?”

“I cannot become what I sought to destroy..”

Tears escaped your eyes, blurring the image of the person whom you treasure most. “Please.. please please please..! Don’t leave me alone!”

You begged, knowing it was unfair to pressure him in such way but you couldn’t bare the thought of existing if he wasn’t present. He was your salvation, your companion…your world. And yet, he was being robbed from you.

So soon… It’s too soon!

You always imagined Trevor living well into old age, spending the remainder of his life with you, being happy. He was destined to die peacefully, not like this. Not in this shitty place, by the hands of a shitty monster!

“I can’t. I’m sorry..”

Grabbing his hands, you lowered your forehead on them, crying your heart out. It was unfair. Life was unfair.

“Kiss me.”

Despite the pain that he was in, Trevor found it in himself to smile. For you. “Kiss me one last time.” Tears dropped slowly as you heard him. Shaking your head; you couldn’t kill him.

“I want it to be you..”

His words struck a chord.

Lifting him by the neck in a gentle manner, you pushed the collar of his shirt aside, exposing his carotid. As you bit into his familiar skin once more, your other hand caressed him, trying to make this goodbye as painless as possible.

With every sip you took, tears fell down.

I love you! I love you! I love you!

His warm hand turned cold.

You held him in your arms like he once did to you, with the outmost care, with the love he deserved.

Since Trevor didn’t say where he wanted his body to be buried, you chose the nicest spot. It was a secluded place where it wouldn’t be dug up by animals or people—but not so hidden either.

Whilst cleaning the blood that covered his body and face, you found a piece of cloth with writing on it. Staring at it, you recognized the Belmont insignia. Turning the material, you managed to read the words…

Take this. Go to Alucard.

Trevor must’ve written that in his final moments; probably in case he didn’t make it before you arrived. The letters were sloppy because of the blood but you could read it well.

Clutching it to your chest, you sobbed until the light of day began to burn. For a moment you wished to stay there and disappear. Perhaps you could join Trevor.

Together even in death..

─── ☾☼☽ ───

The journey was rather long.

Looming in all its glory, Castle Dracula. You looked at the last piece of your beloved, holding it tighter in your hand.

“Okay. Let’s meet this Alucard.”

#trevor belmont #castlevania trevor #trevor x reader #trevor x you #trevor x y/n #castlevania #castlevania x reader #castlevania x you #castlevania x y/n #alucard #alucard x reader #alucard x you #alucard x y/n #vampire

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translations-by-aiimee · 4 years ago

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The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chapter 30

Original Title: 二哈和他的白猫师尊

Genres: Drama, Romance, Tragedy, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter Index

Chapter 30 - This Venerable One Doesn't Want to Eat Tofu

"Hey, hey, did you hear? Elder Yuheng violated the sect rules. As punishment, he has to kneel in Yanluo Hall for three days."

In the morning class the next day, the disciples gathered on the Platform of Righteousness and Evil to practice and meditate. In the end, they are all teenagers and 20-year-olds, and they couldn't just do as they were told. If a master wasn't paying attention, they'll start whispering and gossiping.

The news that Chu Wanning had been punished quickly spread.

The disciples who witnessed the beating yesterday were not shy about sharing the gossip with others.

"Wow, why are you guys finding out about it so late? Oh . . . So yesterday Elder Lucun took you up the mountain to collect night dew flowers? Well then - you guys really missed out on a lot! Yesterday evening, in the Qingtian Temple, there was flesh and blood flying everywhere. It was horrible. Elder Yuheng was beaten with more than two hundred strikes! More than two hundred strikes! Not a single one missed! There was no mercy!"

The disciple made a particularly exaggerated expression every time he said a new sentence. No need to mention the show he was putting on for all his junior brothers and sisters surrounding him.

"Do you actually count all two hundred strikes? Even a big man could be killed, not to mention Elder Yuheng. He couldn't stand it and passed out. This made our young master mad. He rushed in and fought with Elder Jielu. He said not to lay another finger on Elder Yuheng. Ah, that scene—"

His facial features were wrinkled up like a steamed bun. He squeezed his eyebrows. Finally, he stretched out a finger, swaying from side to side, and summed it up in three words:

"Tsk tsk task."

Immediately, a younger sister disciple paled: "What! Elder Yuheng fainted?"

"Young Master and Elder Jielu got into a fight?"

"It's no wonder I didn't see Elder Yuheng in this morning class . . . so pitiful . . . what crime did he commit?"

"I heard that he beat a civilian in a fit of rage."

". . ."

Such gossips drifted into Xue Meng's ears from time to time. Life-Death Peak's young master had completely inherited his shizun's temper, so he was very irritable. It was unfortunate that more than one person was gossiping about this. There were groups all over the Platform of Righteousness and Evil, all muttering "Elder Yuheng was punished" and so on. It made him feel so irritated, but there was nothing he could do.

In one corner was Xue Meng, veins bulging on his forehead, and in the other was Mo Ran, unable to stop yawning.

Xue Meng couldn't direct his anger anywhere else, so he viciously spat at Mo Ran: "The plan of the day relies on the morning. You dog, you're so lazy in the morning! What has Shizun been teaching you?"

"Huh?" Mo Ran said with sleepy eyes followed by another big yawn. "Xue Meng, that's enough. I can handle Shizun's lecturing. Who do you think you are? I'm your cousin. Behave yourself when you talk with your cousin. Don't be so rude."

Xue Meng said fiercely: "My cousin is a dog. Be whatever you want to be!"

Mo Ran laughed: "You're so mean. If you don't look out for your elder sect brother, think about how disappointed Shizun will be once he finds out."

"You still have the audacity to mention Shizun! Let me ask you, when he went to the Court of Discipline yesterday, why didn't you stop him?"

"MengMeng, he's a shizun. Yuheng of the Evening Sky, Beidou Immortal. What did you want me to do?"

Xue Meng was furious. He drew his sword, his sharp eyebrows furrowed angrily: "What the hell did you call me?!!!"

Mo Ran's grin stretched from ear to ear: "Be good, MengMeng. Sit down."

Xue Meng bellowed: "Mo Weiyu, I'll kill you!!"

Shi Mei was caught between the two, listening to their daily bickering. He couldn't help sighing. He silently held the edge of his forehead, trying to concentrate on reading his book: "The sun and the moon are poured in the pot* when the spiritual core is first formed. The way of heaven cannot be interpreted, and life and death are involved in the process. . ."

*(T/N: 日月壶中灌 - referring to the Daoist practice of leisurely inactiveness)

Three days passed in the blink of an eye and Chu Wanning's period of reflection came to an end.

According to the rules, the next thing he had to face was a three-month grounding period. During this period of time, he could not leave Life-Death Peak and needed to go to Mengpo Hall to do miscellaneous chores, clean the corridor pillars of Naihe Bridge, sweep the steps in front of the mountain gate, and so on.

Elder Jielu was anxious: "Elder Yuheng, to be honest, I don't think you should do these things. You are the best shizun of your generation. Doing this kind of dishwashing and floor cleaning . . . it feels wrong." He trailed off, leaving half the sentence unsaid --

The main reason is that the old man doubts whether you can even sweep floors, cook and wash clothes!

Chu Wanning didn't doubt himself at all and went to report to Mengpo Hall in an orderly manner.

All of Mengpo Hall, from the chief steward to the servant, was shocked to hear that Chu Waning was coming to do hard labour. They were terrified, as if they were approaching the enemy.

Chu Wanning, dressed in white, arrived in a flutter.

His handsome face was cold and calm, completely expressionless. If you added an auspicious cloud under his feet and a whisk between his arms, he would've looked like the picture-perfect immortal.

Manager Meng Potang felt very ashamed and uneasy. He was actually supposed to make such a beautiful man wash vegetables and cook.

Chu Wanning didn't have the self-image of being a beautiful man. He stepped into the kitchen and coldly swept his gaze over the crowd, who couldn't help but take a step back.

". . ." Chu Wanning was straightforward. "What should I do?"

The chief steward coyly pinched the edge of his hem and thought about what he should say. He cautiously went with: "How does this elder feel about washing vegetables?"

Chu Wanning said: "Okay."

The chief steward was greatly relieved. He originally thought that Chu Wanning led a very pampered life. He might be reluctant to do this kind of labour, however, all the other jobs were either dirty and tiring or required some skill. He was worried that Chu Wanning wouldn't be able to do a good job. Since Chu Wanning easily agreed to wash the vegetables, he didn't need to worry about it.

As it turns out, the chief steward was really naive.

There was a clear stream in front of Mengpo Hall. Chu Wanning went to the stream with a basket of green vegetables. He rolled up his sleeves and began to wash the vegetables.

This area is under the jurisdiction of Elder Xuanji. Occasionally a disciple of the Xuanji sect passed by. He saw Chu Wanning actually washing vegetables and was so scared that he couldn’t even get a word out. He rubbed his eyes three or four times to make sure he wasn't seeing things. He said in astonishment: "Elder Yu-Yuheng -- good-good morning."

Chu Wanning raised his eyes: "Good morning."

Elder Xuanji's disciples shivered and fled.

". . ."

Chu Wanning didn't bother to talk with them and continued with his business. He broke the leaves, washed them, and threw them back into the basket.

He washed them very carefully. He broke each vegetable leaf apart, repeatedly brushing them thoroughly. The consequence of that was -- come noon, the basket of vegetables still hadn't been washed.

The man waiting in the dining room was anxious, pacing around in circles: "What should we do? Why hasn't the elder come back yet? If he doesn't come back with the vegetables, how are we going to make the stir-fried beef and vegetables?"

The chief steward looked at the sun and said: "Forget it. Hurry, let's replace it with braised beef."

So, when Chu Wanning returned, Mengpo Hall had already served the beef. The stew was so crispy and flavourful that there was no need for vegetables at all. Chu Wanning frowned. He held his vegetables, rather unhappily, and coldly asked: "If you didn't want the vegetables, why did you make me wash them?"

The chief steward's hairs stood on end. He wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with his handkerchief and said something that he regretted: "That's not it. I was thinking you could make a pot of stewed tofu with vegetables?"

Chu Wanning had no expression. Still holding his vegetables, he tilted his head and pondered silently: ". . ."

The chief steward hurriedly said: "If you don't want to, that's alright--"

He hadn't even finished speaking before Chu Wanning asked: "Where is the tofu?"

Chief Steward: ". . ."

"Elder Yuheng, do you . . . know how to cook?"

Chu Wanning said: "I'm not completely ignorant. I'll give it a try."

At noon that day, all the disciples happily entered Mengpo Hall as usual in groups, looking for somewhere to sit. Then, they headed to the counter to get their food served.

There was no shortage of food on Life-Death Peak. The food had always been plentiful and today was no exception.

The braised beef was fatty and lean, the fish shreds were vibrant and rich, the farmhouse pork was golden and crispy, and the chopped pepper fish was red and tempting. The disciples rushed to grab their favourite foods, lining up around the hall, asking the chef to add a spoonful of sweet and sour pork ribs to them, pour some marinade on the rice, or add some spicy sauce.

The ones who always made it to the front of the line first were Elder Lucun's disciples. The little guy at the head of the line had a big pimple on his nose. All he had on his mind was some Mapo Tofu. He skillfully carried the wooden tray to the last counter without raising his eyes and said: "Shizun, I'd like a bowl of tofu."

The shizun, with pale, slender fingers, handed him a plate full of tofu.

However, it wasn't the Mapo Tofu he was familiar with. Instead, it was a plate of strange food with a charred black colour and indistinguishable ingredients.

The disciple was surprised: "What is that?"

"Tofu boiled with bok choy."

Mengpo Hall was full of people, so the disciple didn't pay attention to answering the other person's voice. He said angrily: "Are you an alchemist? Can you even call this tofu with vegetables? I don't want it. Take it back!"

While cursing, he glared at the shizun there. As a result, when he saw the person standing behind the counter, the disciple screamed in fright and almost knocked the tray over.

"Elder Yu-Yuheng!"

"Hmm."

The disciple was on the verge of tears: "No, that's not what I - I didn't mean that just now. I. . ."

"Since you're not eating it, I'll take it back." Chu Wanning said blankly, "Don't waste it."

The disciple stiffly picked up the plate, handed it to Chu Wanning then left with his tail between his legs.

In a short while, everyone knew that Elder Yuheng was standing at the last counter, so the originally lively Mengpo Hall was suddenly silent.

The disciples lined up like a pack of puppies, and they hurriedly grabbed their food, panicked. They went up to the last counter respectfully, greeted the elder, and stumbled away.

"Hello, Elder Yuheng."

"Mmm."

"Good day, Elder Yuheng."

"Good day."

"Elder Yuheng has worked really hard."

". . ."

The disciples were very disciplined and were acting with an abundance of caution, so Chu Wanning accepted the tense greetings from each disciple, but no one dared try his pot of boiled tofu with green vegetables.

Slowly, the line was getting shorter and the food in front of other shizuns was almost gone. Only Chu Wanning still had a pot full of food. The pot of vegetables was completely cold and untouched.

Chu Wanning's face didn't waver, but his heart was conflicted. He had washed them all morning. . .

At that point, his three disciples showed up. Xue Meng was still in silver-blue light armour, refreshing getup. He bounced over with excitement: "Shizun! How are you? Does your wound hurt?"

Chu Wanning was very calm: "It doesn't hurt."

Xue Meng: "Well, that's good."

Chu Wanning glanced at him and suddenly asked: "Do you eat tofu?"

Xue Meng: ". . ."

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btssunnyboy · 4 years ago

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Unbelievable - Choi San

He was always rude to you, embarrassing you in front of everyone. So why is he mad that someone better made you an offer?

Warning - Profanity, mention of caffeine, San is mean as fuck, Yandere towards the end, He makes a threat.

Word Count - 3,362 idk if they will be a part 2!

BTS , NCT , ATEEZ — request open.

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Good god, your blood was boiling the moment you saw his door crack open. You could feel your fingernails digging into your palms as you tried to remain calm. The last thing you needed to do was lose your temper and give this man another opportunity to ridicule in front of your co-workers. But judging by that horrendous look on his face you already have a gut feeling that all taht hard work to keep your anger in check is going to fly right through the window. Taking the deepest breath you could take and plastering on that fake smile, you gladly greeted the man that makes your life a living hell.

“These numbers are definitely not to my liking and I refused to be the laughing stock at the board meeting tomorrow.” He huffed heavily as he practically threw the binder down onto your desk. The heavy plastic slamming against the steel desk with a loud thud that echoed through the big hallway. The wind from the fall making papers that previously occupied your desk go flying in every single direction. You could feel your anger bubble up in your chest at the mere disrespect that this man was giving you, and it was driving you insane.

“With all do respect sir, it’s already twelve thirty, and I highly doubt I’ll be able to go over all of these documents by seven thirty in the morning.” You resisted their urge to grit your teeth as you wanted to appear somehow considerate of his complications. Truth be told you didn’t want to do another all nighter when you barely pulled through from the other night. “Besides, I looked over the revenue and margin growths three times before I sent them to your office.”

He scoffed loudly as he licked one of his fingers and then continued to rummage through the papers that were bonded together. His long finger skimmed over the lines multiple times and he flipped each page within a minute. Those piercing eyes stayed locked in on every single number that crossed the page. “Ah, right here it states that we made a profit revenue of fifty million last year, but then it states that this year we’ve only grossed sixty five million. And that’s definitely less than the fifty percent revenue growth that we expected.”

“So, sixty five is not as bad as you’re making it out to be, besides multiple people double checked.” You spoke tiredly as you started packing up your briefcase. Different papers getting stacked together and even crumpled because of the rapid pace that you were going. No matter what happens tonight you were leaving before the clock strikes one in the morning. As you were packing up your eyes met his furious ones and it felt like your world was crumbling down. “Mr. Choi, I’m being honest, your accounting department checked all of these numbers multiple times and I looked over them as much as I could.”

“I know for a fact that we had a fifty percent increase in revenue, now look over these damn numbers again. Or you’ll be kissing this cushy office job goodbye in the morning.” He harshly slammed the binder closed and stalked over to his office door. The audacity of that stupid man, how dare he even threaten you with this job. But as much as you wanted to spit in his face and tell him to shove it you really needed this job, this really well paying job.

You poked your cheek with your tongue out of agitation and roughly grabbed your purse. The bottle of caffeine pills made a clicking sound as you unscrewed the cap within a second. Without a drink of water you downed the pill and grabbed the ugly binder. This was going to be a long night, and these numbers were not going to supposedly fix themselves.

Your fingers tapped the keys on the keyboard rapidly as you searched each collaboration revenue. All of these numbers were lining up, no matter what you searched. Out of the six collaborations Choi enterprise only grossed sixty five million, but for some reason he just won’t listen. All you wanted to do at this point was slump forward and go to sleep, but with that anger that Mr.Choi has you’re scared he might kill you in your sleep. But as the long hours went on and on, you could feel yourself slipping. Your eyelids felt like a ton, and your head was suddenly too heavy for your neck to hold. Before you knew you were out like a light.

—

You’d shoot the person who was jabbing their finger into side if you could. Their bony finger feeling a knife stabbing your rib cage with immense pressure. “Please wake up, y/n, if he notices you’re asleep, who knows what he’ll do!” The jabbing didn’t cease one bit, in fact they just jabbed even harder.

“Okay! I’m up!” You groggily scoffed as your vision was trying to focus on the object in front of you. The figure was simply a mush of different colors all moving in different directions. The harsh lights in the office are in no way making the situation any better. You could make out their hand moving from left to right to try and grab your attention. “Hongjoong?”

“What are you, blind? Of course it’s me, but please I’m begging you get up and go freshen up in the bathroom.” He sighed sadly as he helped your wobbly stance straighten up. His soft hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you close. The soft scent of his cologne filling your nose as you clung to him. “Do you still carry extra clothes in your car?”

“Thankfully yes, but what time is it?” You question as you rubbed your eyes, trying to make all the colors of the world blend back together to form one coherent thing. “Oh god, is it past seven thirty, oh shit! He’s gonna kill me!”

“Calm down, it's only six thirty, but he always gets here at seven. So please go wipe that old makeup off and I’ll get your other clothes.” Hongjoong smiled slightly at you before his eyes shifted towards the oh so famous brown binder. “Did that dick make you go over more numbers the whole night?”

“God yes and it was terrible, but I looked over all six collaborations and I kid you not it all equals sixty five.” You could hear a pin drop on the silence that coated the room. It was beginning to feel suffocating and you physically felt your chest growing heavy with dread. “There were only six right, because that’s all the forms I received.”

“Maybe i'm just thinking of something else, because maybe just maybe -“

“Stop wasting time! Is there more than six?” You panicked as you shoved him away and pulled the rolling chair back to your side. Before your fingers could even reach the keys, Hongjoong’s were there in a second. They tapped rapidly and skimmed through all your emails at a neck breaking pace. “Oh my god I never refreshed the email.”

“We don’t have time to sit here and panic, we have three pages of numbers to go through.” Hongjoong tried to make the situation less tense by offering a helping hand, but he knew that if these numbers weren’t corrected all hell would break loose. And no one wanted to see what Choi San was like when he more than ticked off. He’d probably be past the point of furious if ever saw these unfinished numbers.

—

San’s eyes were narrowed as he eyed the unfamiliar man at your desk. Where the hell were you? He didn’t pay a shit ton of money for you to be everywhere and not in that chair looking pretty. But at this moment he couldn’t control himself as the words flew from his mouth. “What the hell is this?”

That look, that gorgeous look of fear that made his blood rush and his heart pound. Was etched across the unknown man's face and he was basking in the glory of it. San cocked his eyebrow slightly as he leaned forwards on his palms. “Did I suddenly grow two heads or some shit, no? Then answer my question, what the hell is this.”

“I’m so sorry Mr.Choi, but I didn’t notice that there were seven collaborations. I only had six in my email. And Mr.Kim was only helping me scrunch the numbers.”

“You mean to tell me that these numbers aren’t finished! And this meeting is in less than an hour?” His demeanor was calm but the sheer venom in his voice was enough to bring you to your knees. He poked his cheek with his tongue and gave a mean smile in your direction. “I mean it, l/n you’re on thin ice. But if those numbers aren’t corrected then you’re fired.”

“Yes sir.” You gulped as you watched him take heavy steps towards his office. You were in deep shit now. San rubbed his chin as he tried to remain calm and not fire you on the spot. Out of all the times you could have missed up, you decided now was the perfect time. Messing up these numbers would make other investors think that this company cannot handle the responsibility of simply matching numbers. This mistake could completely tank the company and put everyone here out of a job.

Fifty five minutes have passed and investors from other companies are already showing up at the doors. And here he was sitting at the head of the table empty handed, and it was all your fault. It was your fault for not refreshing that damn email, for not paying closer attention to the numbers, for simply not giving it your all. And now it’s going to be your fault that the entire company crumbles and falls straight into the depths below.

“So San, when is this meeting going to officially begin?” Questioned one of the many associates as he leaned back against the velvet chair. A smile bright on his face as if he didn’t care to wait a moment or two for it to begin. But, on the other hand, the leader of the meeting was so furious he could start foaming at the mouth. Because guess what crucial piece of information still wasn’t on his desk.

“We will begin momentarily if my secretary would get her head out of her ass and bring them those god damn numbers.” San spoke with a soft smile on his face. The look he gave the men was a completely different tone from the words he just spoke. Those words help fury and degradation but his smile was so bright it could light up a room or cause someone’s heart to flutter out of their chest. But at this moment all of those men knew at this moment San was anything, but happy.

The sound of the doorknob being yanked on caught everyone’s attention. Their heads jolted towards the cause of the noise as they watched you fiddled with the dozens of papers in her hand. Your smile was uneasy as you tried to reorganize them on your way towards the head of the table. They watched your clammy hands shake with fear as San ripped the paper from your hands. Judging by the way you quickly held your pointed and middle finger they could only guess what happened.

“Why the hell are you still standing here? Do I need to draw you a picture and make it clear that you’re done here?” San scolded as he shoved you a bit and forced you to walk to the door. Fumbling over your own two feet and almost hitting the floor head on at one point. But he didn’t care, because all he wanted to do right now was get this meeting over with. With a final shove and a quick slam of the glass door, he swiftly turned back around to be met with very difficult to decipher expressions.

“Well now that all distractions are gone, let’s get down to business.”

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Your face was flushed and you could feel your hands start to shake. From the mere interaction with the stupid CEO. The vivid picture of his icy eyes and cold stare were burned into your brain, as his words pounded in your skull without mercy. The man practically belittled you, in a room full of successful CEOs who now probably think you’re a joke.

“Hey, don't worry yourself sick. It was an honest mistake.” Hongjoong consoled you as he eyed your shaken form. The tearful eyes and the constant bouncing of your leg was a dead giveaway of the way you felt at this moment. And he wanted nothing more than to just say everything will be okay, that everything is going to be just fine. But he can’t, because who knows what the jerk will do you do considering your almost costed him a deal.

“Do you think he’ll fire me?” The question hung in the air with such heaviness that it was almost hard to breathe. The thought of losing this job was sending you into a whirlwind of erratic emotions. If this job is gone, there goes the ability to afford your car, hell there goes the ability to afford the damn apartment you’re living in at this moment. You’ll lose eveything, if you’re cut off.

“He better not, and trust me if he ever does, I would be more than happy to have you on my team.” A new man smiled brightly in your direction as he made his way over to your desk. He wasn’t an unfamiliar face around the office as he and Mr.Choi have done business deals of many kinds in the past. “It would truly be an honor to have someone like you working at Jeon Marketing.”

A small smile took over your face as you eyed the man in front of you. Mr.Jeon was an extremely well known CEO in this business, and he’s not too much older than Mr.Choi. You’re genuinely surprised these men are allies in this type of business, if anything you thought they’d be enemies. “Thank you for such kind words, but trust me your opinion on me may change soon.”

“Nonsense, I’ve seen the way you handle situations at this company, especially time crunched ones. I can tell just by looking at your face you stayed up hours just to make sure his numbers were perfect.” Mr Jeon stated as he leaned forward on the desk and clapped his hand together. “And truth be told I wouldn’t mind having such a beautiful face be the face of my company.”

His compliment left you stumped as you eyed his face. The tone he held was lighthearted because he knew this stressful situation needed a little laughter, but you knew from the look on his face he was being serious. About both of his statements. Before you could form a response, he long fingers were reaching into his jacket pocket. “I promise, if you ever need anything. I’m just a call away.”

“His top rival and best friend just offered you a sweet ass deal, are you gonna take it?”

You truly didn’t know the answer to that. I mean on one hand you have your secretary job here, and it pays well. The boss may be a pain in the ass, but it’s the only thing keeping you afloat. And you know that these two companies are neck and neck right now for the top spot, so it’s hard to decipher just how much he’s willing to pay you. But would there be any harm in simply asking the man?

“I’m not gonna lie and say it doesn’t intrigue me, but at the same time I don’t wanna leave you all alone.” You mumbled as you tapped away at the computer keys. Just trying to find any small amount of information about his company. But only mere surface information popped up in the search box. “Would it be a bad thing if I did leave?”

“Sometimes trying something new is good thing, but it really all depends on how you feel. And I have a friend that works there and she told me she makes over 250k a year.” Hongjoong shrugged his shoulders as he stood up to leave. His soft eyes giving a sense of comfort as he started to walk away. “I promise whatever option you pick, you’ll be fine.”

A heavy huff of air passed through your lips as you tried to think of the right answer. If he was right you’d make just a little bit more working for him and he genuinely seems like a nicer boss in general. So the real question is what’s keeping you tied to this job? The only perk about this job is working with Hongjoong and he’s the main reason why you’ve stuck around this long. The men from before were now exiting San’s offer with bright smiles on their faces, and you could only conclude that those numbers truly were the right ones. But just as your eyes leave their smiles you’re met with someone who has the complete opposite expression.

He briskly walked towards you and hastily cleared his throat. The stone cold expression he was supporting made a shiver go down your spine. Without a second thought he grabbed your hand and hauled you off in the direction of his office, with his nails piercing the skin of your wrist. Within a second he shoved you into his office and slammed the door behind him.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” His stern voice echoed in the office. Bouncing off the walls left and right and continuing to bounce inside your skull. The fingernails that were pressing into your skin felt like sharp needles protruding into you. You could have sworn you saw blood pass through his fingers. “Answer me!”

“I’m sorry! But I don’t understand what you’re talking about.” You panicked as you tried to yank your arm away from his hardened grasp. Those eyes of his start to terrify you the longer you stay in his touch. But he wasn’t letting you get away if anything the more you struggled against him the tighter his hold got.

“I saw that dumb fucker hand you his card, and for some unknown reason you took it. So what that’s it, you’re just gonna fucking leave after everything I’ve done for you?” He spat words at you left and right. Not bothering to back up any of his claims. He speaks as if he’s given you pure gold to walk but in reality all he’s given you is eggshells. You have to be careful around you, you’re never treated well, and he wants to sit up on his throne and act as if he’s treated you like royalty?

“If anything you’ve given me shit! You’re treating me like crap any chance you get, I made one mistake and your response to that is belittling me in front of other people!” You shouted back with just as much venom as he has done to you. With a final yank from your arm, you relaxed yourself from his grip. Tired of his antics you looked him dead in the eyes and spoke. “And so what if I take his offer, he’d be a better boss than you ever were!”

“I mean it, L/n, you take that deal and I’ll make your life a living hell.” He threatened as he got closer and closer. His minty breath fanned your face slightly as he harshly grabbed your chin. “Trust me, this is one bet you’ll regret taking if you leave.”

“I’ll take that damn bet any day.” You tried to push his chest back but he was stronger than you. What surprised you the most was the cackle-like laugh that passed through his lips. A wide smile taking over his face and that somehow made the situation more sinister.

“I warned you, Y/n.”

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the-iceni-bitch · 4 years ago

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No Scrubs

Well a scrub checkin' me, but his game is kinda weak

And I know that he cannot approach me

'Cause I'm looking like class and he's looking like trash

Can't get wit' a deadbeat ass

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Words: 3.1k

Summary: You try to keep Steve from dying of boredom at an Avengers charity gala.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (oral sex (f receiving), fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, squirting, public sex), little bit of a fight, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!!

A/N: My official entry for @cockslut-padalecki’s “Not My Ninth” challenge!! My prompt was No Scrubs by TLC and Charity Gala. I picked our boy Steve for this one, but like post Avengers pre Winter Soldier Steve. Also, is Thor the best wingman? I feel like I’ve been using him in this role a lot. Happy 9K babe!

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Steve had never felt so uncomfortable in his life.

He hated talking about himself normally, and having to parade around in front of a bunch of rich people was a special kind of torture. But Tony was insistent that the whole team had to be there, and it was for a good cause so he couldn’t say no without being a complete asshole.

He downed the rest of his champagne as some other billionaire asked him the same damn question about how different things were for him now, how much he must miss the 40s, like the war was some golden age of Americana. He just smiled and gave the same polite answers he’d been giving all night, wishing he was able to get drunk. Maybe Thor had snuck in some mead, that could usually do the trick.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt, Captain Rogers, but Mr. Stark sent me to come find you. Something about the silent auction.”

Steve felt his face relax as he turned to look at you, his breath coming out in a deep sigh. You looked amazing in your silver gown, all shimmery and gauzy.

“Sorry folks, duty calls.” He said with a shrug as he followed you away from the stuffed suits. “What does Tony want? I don’t have anything to do with the auction.”

“Yeah, I know, but your jaw was clenched so hard I was worried you were gonna snap something, so I figured I’d come rescue you.” You said, grinning over your shoulder at him.

“God, you’re the best.” He sighed, following you to the bar and leaning against it as you ordered yourself a cocktail.

“I know, right? You want anything?”

“Not unless Thor snuck anything in. It’s only been an hour and I’m this close to ramming my head through a wall.”

“Sorry Cap, I hate these things too but it comes with the territory.” You said with a shrug, sipping on your Manhattan as you turned to face him. “Now, lets go find our Asgardian friend. As your handler, I can’t have you destroying property out of boredom, and I’m pretty sure I saw that giant sipping from a contraband flask a little earlier.”

He grinned as he moved to follow you, weaving through the crowd as you expertly turned away the whales that kept trying to approach him. You were his fifth handler since the battle of New York, and the only one that had lasted longer than a week. Mostly because you didn’t actually try to handle him, just let him be Steve and deal with any PR fallout that came with that. It helped that you had an easygoing nature that he found endearing, and you could always make him laugh. The fight you’d gotten into with Tony about changing his suit had really done it for him though, he hadn’t seen anyone make Stark back down so fast.

“Odinson!” You shouted, beaming once you found the massive blonde. He’d been cornered by a group of old blue hairs who were tittering and trying to touch his biceps. “Sorry ladies, the god of thunder is needed elsewhere, auction business.”

They all made sounds of disappointment as you extracted the relieved looking god from the group of old biddies, pulling him away towards one of the empty corners of the ballroom.

“What is this auction you speak of?” Thor asked once the three of you were separated from the crowd.

“A clever ruse, my good friend.” You said with a smirk. “You’re welcome by the way. The Captain here is on the verge of committing violent acts out of boredom, and expressed a desire to get drunk.”

“Yes, thank you Y/N.” He said with a grin. “I don’t think I can help the Captain with his problem though, maybe he should head to the bar.”

“Oh, you can’t help?” You said cocking your eyebrow at him before shoving your hand inside his tux jacket and pulling out a silver flask. “What’s this then?”

Steve chuckled as Thor tried to stammer out a reply as you just shook your head and tutted at him, handing Steve the flask.

“Listen, just be a good boy and share. Now, I need to go to the ladies room but if any of these rich assholes tries to come bother you again, just start talking about the horrors of war, and get graphic. They hate that shit.”

Steve handed Thor back the flask after taking a sip, already staring to feel a bit of a tingle in his fingers.

“That woman is not to be trifled with.” Thor said appreciatively as he took a swig, handing it back to Steve. “Have you slept with her yet?”

Steve choked on the mead, his eyes bugging out of his head as he tried to cough up a lung and Thor clapped him on the back, scolding him for wasting good liquor.

“Jesus, Thor! What are you talking about? I don’t want to sleep with Y/N!”

“Oh my god, you midgardians and your hang ups. Your hormones spike every time your around her, it’s very distracting.”

“What?!?! How do you know that?” Steve loosened his tie a bit as he felt himself starting to warm up, telling himself it was just from the booze.

“I’m not just the god of thunder, I’m a fertility god.” He said with a grin. “And every time you two are near each other, it’s like being around a couple of rabbits in the spring.”

“Oh god, please stop.” Steve said as he ran his hand over his face in embarrassment.

“No you stop. We’re in a hotel, just get a room and , what’s the phrase I’m looking for ‘fuck her brains out’.”

“Jesus Christ, who taught you that? Never mind, I know it was Tony.” He said, waving a dismissive hand at Thor as he gave him a wicked grin.

“Oh no.” Thor said suddenly, looking over Steve’s shoulder towards the ballroom.

“What now?” Steve said with a heavy sigh, turning to follow his line of sight to where you were standing, talking to an unsteady looking man in a sloppy tux. “Rumlow.”

“Yes, apparently your STRIKE team leader has been sniffing after your handler for months.” Thor narrated, leaning against one of the columns and taking another pull from the flask. “She’s always rebuffed him, though. I don’t think he’s ever tried when he’s drunk before. Wait, Rogers!”

Steve ignored him as he strode towards you, growling under his breath and loosening his tie even more as he watched Rumlow wrap his hand around your bicep and yank you towards him. Steve was close enough to see you roll your eyes, but couldn’t hear what you said to the man as he wrapped his other arm around your waist and smashed his mouth against yours.

“Hey!” Steve shouted, his brow furrowed as Brock pulled his face away from yours to see what the interruption was about.

You took your chance and head butted him, a curse leaving his mouth in a hiss as he released you. You gripped his left wrist around his thumb and drew it back hard, smirking when you felt a snap at the same time you drove you fist into his ribs.

Steve had to pull you off him as you started beating him with your clutch, opening it up at the same time to search for your brass knuckles.

“You don’t fucking touch me, you goddamn sloppy deadbeat motherfucker!” You screamed as Steve carried you away from the main floor, your limbs flailing as you tried to charge back at Rumlow. “Learn to tie a fucking tie you cocksucking son of a bitch.”

Steve did his best not to crack up at the shocked looks the blue bloods were giving you, a chorus of offended gasps following the two of you as you released a steady stream of profanity. He pushed open the doors to the balcony with one hand as he kept his other hand wrapped tightly around your waist as you were still trying to squirm free.

“Damn it, put me down Rogers! I’ll kick your ass too!” You hissed, turning to swat at his chest.

“Okay, okay, Jesus Christ!” He said as you started to kick him, catching him in the shins a couple of times. “Ow.”

“You’re fine.” You said with a shrug, taking a couple deep breaths to calm down.

“Yeah, well Rumlow definitely isn’t. Who gave you brass knuckles?” He said, pulling the weapon out of your clutch.

“Nat did. And it’s not like I even got to use them on that asshole.”

“Yeah but you would’ve.” He said, shaking his head as he handed them back to you. “He didn’t hurt you did he?”

You just snorted as you shoved the knuckles back into your clutch, leaning your back against the railing.

“Good.” He mumbled, suddenly not knowing what to say to you.

You somehow looked even better after your altercation. Your hair was a wild tangle now, loose strands blowing in the breeze. Your lips were swollen from the unwanted kiss, and Steve could feel the heat coming off you as your chest heaved with deep breaths. He hissed through his teeth when he noticed the torn skin on your knuckles.

“Shit, Y/N, you’re bleeding.” He growled, grabbing your hand to inspect the damage.

“Huh, guess so.” You said, watching him through your lashes as he brought your hand closer to his face.

You felt your breath hitch as he ran his thumb over the back of your hand softly, his brow still furrowed with worry. Maybe it was just the adrenaline from the fight, but all you could think about just then was sucking on his thick fingers.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?” You must have zoned out for a second.

“You sure you’re ok?”

“I’m great.” You said, your voice a little squeakier than you would’ve liked.

He took a step closer to you and you gasped, suddenly feeling very light headed as you felt a rush of slick flood your panties. His hand left yours and moved to cup your cheek, his thumb tugging at your bottom lip where you had it pressed between your teeth.

“I think I’m gonna kiss you now.” He muttered, his eyes boring into yours, pupils blown wide with lust.

“Good.” You whispered.

His mouth devoured yours, his teeth pulling your lips open so he could slip his tongue inside, curling it against yours as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pressed you against him. You moaned as you felt his cock hardening against your abdomen, your pussy throbbing with need as he ground himself into you.

He started to sink to his knees and you followed him, your mouth still pressed to his desperately. His hand moved from your waist to dig under your skirt and he let out a growl when he brushed his fingers against your core, pressing them against the soaked silk of your panties.

“Fuck, I wanna taste you so bad.” He grumbled, his lips still pressed to yours. “Wanna see if you taste as good as you smell.”

“Oh god, Steve.” You moaned as he hooked his fingers through the side of your panties and ripped them off you, the elastic snapping against your skin and a shove going up your spine as the night air cooled the wetness between your thighs. “Do it.”

He grinned and gave you a quick peck on the lips before he started to move his mouth down your throat. His hand between your legs started rubbing you in big slow circles as he laid you down, putting just enough pressure on you that you were quickly turning into a wriggling mess.

“Hold still, honey.” He ordered, pulling the sleeves of your dress down just enough that your breasts could pop out, your nipples pebbling in the chilly air. “I’m gonna take my time with you.”

“Fuck.” You moaned as he dragged his tongue over your nipple in a heavy stripe before flicking it softly. Your hands dug in his hair as he sucked and licked at it, just barely brushing it with his teeth until it was raised to an overly sensitive peak before he moved to the other nipple and repeated the process, making you whine.

Once he was satisfied with his work, he pressed a soft kiss to each breast before moving his face between your legs. His hand was making soft wet sounds now as he kept rubbing your sex, and he groaned when he removed it to take a good look at you.

“Fuck if that ain’t the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” He murmured as his lips brushed over your inner thigh.

Your cunt was pulsing with need under his gaze, your plump folds swollen and flushed with heat as he watched you clench around nothing. Everything between your legs was coated in a thick layer of your arousal, and he bit his lip as he watched even more leak out of you.

“I bet I could make you cum with almost nothing, sweetheart.” He teased as he nipped at the soft skin of your inner thighs, inching closer to your pussy before moving away again.

“Steve, please!” You whined, trying to arch your back into his face as you tugged on his hair.

He just grinned before pressing his tongue over your pussy and swirling it through your folds. He had to press his palms down on your hips to keep your body from curling back on itself as he ran his tongue over your sex, lapping at your pussy like his was the first meal he’d had in weeks.

“God you taste so good.” He murmured as he gazed at you through his lashes. “Like fucking peaches.”

You sobbed as he thrust his tongue inside you at the same time his lips wrapped around your swollen clit, making you come immediately. He curled his tongue inside you as your release flowed into his mouth, moaning into your pussy as you spasmed against his face.

Your breath was coming in ragged gasps as you came down, your muscles still twitching randomly as aftershocks shook through your abdomen. He grinned as he sat up over you, undoing his tie before moving to take off his belt as you writhed underneath his gaze. Your brain finally reset and you sat up between Steve’s legs, nuzzling yourself into his neck as you worked to unbutton his shirt.

“You back, honey?” He chuckled as you ran your teeth over his collarbone, dipping your hands under his shirt to press against his chest. “I was a little worried.”

“You’ll find I’m extremely resilient, Steve.” You murmured before sinking your teeth into his pec as you started to undo his fly.

“Shit, good to know.” He groaned as you drew his cock out of his pants and gave it a squeeze.

He gripped your chin and drew your face up to his, raising you up to your knees as he gave you a soft kiss. You moved his cock in your hand to line him up with your entrance, teasing his tip against your folds. Steve wrapped his hands around your waist and lifted you a bit higher before slowly drawing you down onto his length.

You let out a thin keen as he stretched you open, relishing the sting as your cunt fluttered around him, adjusting to his girth. He rested his forehead against yours as he started moving his hips at a languorous pace.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He muttered against your lips before moving to bury his face in your shoulder. “So tight and warm and soft.”

You gripped the hair at the base of his neck tightly as his hips started moving faster, slapping against yours. You felt yourself clench around him as he ground against your clit, making you gasp.

“Shit, Steve! Right there!”

“Jesus, already?” He murmured, running his lips over your throat.

“Just... fuck, you’re so big, Steve. Oh my god, I’m cumming.”

He hooked a hand under your ass to keep you from collapsing as your entire body arched violently, almost bending backwards on itself as you swallowed a scream. Your cunt fluttered and spasmed around him as he lifted you to wrap around him, his breath hot against your neck.

“Holy shit honey.” He muttered as he pulled you down against him, making you whimper. “You ok?”

“I’m great. Don’t you fucking stop.” You said, tilting his head back so you could press your mouth to his.

He grinned against your lips as he fucked his hips up into you, keeping his eyes locked on yours as his cock dragged over every inch of you, nudging against your cervix and making your breath hitch.

“Right there?” He asked as you dug your nails into his scalp and bit at his lips.

“Fuck, oh goddamn it, Steve.”

You shrieked into his mouth as you came apart, your muscles seizing as your pussy strangled his cock. His hips stuttered and you were suddenly flooded with warmth, his spend sitting into you and coating your canal in thick white ropes. He sat back on his heels and pulled out of you, and you shuddered as your release squirted all over the front of his pants.

“Shit, did you just squirt honey?” He asked, giving you an appreciative glance as he started to tuck himself back in and button his shirt up.

“I think so. Fuck, that’s never happened before.” You said with a shrug.

“Well, damn baby.” He said as he stood up, offering you a hand to help you to your feet.

“Shit, we’ve gotta go back in there.” You said, running your hand over your face. “Oh my god, Stark is going to kill us. Hold on and give me a second to think.”

Steve just leaned back on the railing and gave a satisfied smile as he watched you pace back and forth, wringing your hands.

“Ok I think I’ve got it, just one second.”

You went to the door and opened it a crack, popping your head through, jumping when you found Thor leaning against the wall right there.

“Hey, Thor. What’s up buddy?”

“Just keeping the other guests from wandering out and seeing you and the Captain humping like rabbits.”

“Appreciate it. We need a distraction though, cuz we’re both a little messy, and I don’t really feel like explaining that to everyone.”

“Got it, what if I blow out the lights in that chandelier?”

“I think that’ll probably work.” You said, giving him a nod before turning back to Steve. “Alright Rogers, we’re making a run for the elevator. Thor, blow it.”

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sirthisisa-wendys · 4 years ago

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The Emperor Part 2: Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

synopsis: a blight strikes the Imperial Palace, and you're caught in the middle of it all.

wc: 1.7k

tw: straight fluff

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Soft whispers of the fever spreading through the country reach your door in almost record timing.

And while Toji does not address it directly, you know his intentions as you lay in his arms, listening to him divulge the most recent reports.

"I'm a little worried," he admits, and you stroke his arm carefully, looking up at his pensive face.

"You will do what you know is best," you reply and touch his cheek. "You're the emperor, appointed by the gods and their heavenly mandate. All you need to do is listen to their wisdom." Toji takes your hand and kisses your wrist, his green eyes closing.

"I am always astounded by the comforting words you share, my little nightingale." You smile, curling the same hand around his shoulder before sighing, and drifting off to sleep with his warm body nestling yours.

But the fever does not pass by your house.

The first concubine to get it showed no symptoms, and it spread like wildfire throughout the halls of the palace, even daring to touch the advisor to the emperor before Toji began to send each concubine back to her own hometown for safety.

Your safety.

You watch as the palace dissolves into a ghost town, the sounds of women and Princess Tsumiki vanishing almost overnight. And Toji becomes the only visitor to your chambers, even when he is not desiring to sleep with you. He confesses his worries, curls into your frame, and even bemoans his predicament before falling asleep in your arms. Most nights, Toji just lays with you in the bed, speculating about how long it would be until the blight would end. And you offer your best words to ease his troubled soul, but soon, it's apparent they are not enough.

Then, one night, you awaken with chills and a cold sweat running down your spine. You thank the gods that this was a night when Toji did not come to lay with you, citing strategy meetings with the country's best doctors as his reason. And when you cough loud enough to call the attention of a maid outside of your door, you know that you might be seriously ill.

"Do not tell the Emperor," you beg the doctor, who looks down at you with pity. "Just tell him I am menstruating." But the lie only keeps Toji at bay for an hour or two, at most.

When the door slides open in the morning and Toji walks in, you see two of him in your sickly haze. But you know there is only one Toji Fushiguro and that he was not pleased to see you in your bed, sheets pulled around your weak frame.

"Please," you croak, waving your hand. "Don't come any closer, Your Holiness."

"Toji," he corrects you, kneeling by your bed and taking your hand. "And you cannot command me to do anything."

"I am unwell," you whisper. "Let me recover before you return. I do not want you to get ill. Our country needs you."

"But I need you," Toji rebuffs. "I'm staying right here until you get better. If I catch the fever, then we will be sick together." You do not have the strength to argue, so a chair and a table are brought for Toji to work and stay by your side through the day and night. As you fade in and out of your sickness, you see him hard at work, glancing over at you every so often, hear him arguing with the doctors outside of the door, and feel him gripping your hand in his as he kneels at your beside, praying to the gods feverishly when there is no one else around.

You can barely eat, at one point only drinking water, and you sleep most of the day away that you don't even recall which day it is when you do awaken. And Toji remains by your side, even as you catch signs of the fever letting up; the sounds of life return to the palace as you slowly recover.

It is a crisp, autumn evening when you finally have the strength to be wheeled into the garden, a large blanket covering your legs as Toji pushes you around and comments about the flowers that are blooming. You're touching a chrysanthemum when Toji sighs, looking out at the massive space.

"I'm not calling the others back." Your eyes slide to the Emperor, who crosses his arms and nods his head as if this was the moment for him to make up his mind. "I'll pay for them to have all of the comforts they had here... but I will not ask them to return."

"Are you sure, Your Holiness?"

Toji clenches his jaw, biting the side of his lip that's scarred.

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"But I have not given you a s--"

"I don't care." The discussion is ended at that moment, for you know the Emperor is not one to be persuaded when he has made up his mind. You watch as the letters go out, along with the monthly payments, and Toji watches you regain your strength, his conviction about his decision growing every day.

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Illness strikes you again as soon as you feel like things are normal. As you lay in the royal chambers with cool towels on your forehead, you wonder if this is a punishment from the gods.

Nausea plagues you, and even though you desire to eat anything and everything, you throw it up as soon as it's been digested.

And Toji? Toji is frustrated.

"I will not permit visitors to the palace. I will not allow you to step one foot out of these doors. You will be fed by my hand, and no one will be permitted to handle you except me." You listen to him growl at you while you chew on ginger root, your blank stare focused on his face. "Do you hear me, y/n?"

"Yes, your Holiness," you reply, but something in you tells you that this isn't the kind of sickness he thinks it is. Your suspicion is confirmed when your cheeks get redder and rounder and you gain a little weight, the small bulge beneath your clothing showing slightly. Even the doctors stare at Toji with blank and idle eyes, wondering when he would catch on to the fact that you were growing.

Toji stands at the window one night, fiddling with his robes when you approach him from behind and hold him close.

"I love you," you whisper, and he looks over his shoulder at you, lips quirking up in a smile.

"You want something, don't you? You only use that tone when you're about to ask me a question," he laughs. "Whatever it is, you can have it."

"I already have everything I want," you reply, kissing his back. "Besides, you've been so busy being the Emperor that you haven't noticed the changes in your own home."

"Hm? Do you mean the new trees? I had them planted for their blossoms but it seems--"

"Your home, Toji."

"This is my home," he murmurs, turning around to face you, eyebrow raised. "Is there something you need to tell me?" When you grab his hand and place it on your belly, Toji stares at you, then frowns. "Um..."

"Feel," you encourage him again, holding his hand captive.

"Little nightingale, I am not sure why you have me feeling your--" Toji stops, his green eyes looking off into the corner of the room as his fingers roam back and forth across your stomach. He blinks twice, pulls his hand back, then quickly grabs the hem of your nightgown and ducks underneath.

"TojI!" you exclaim, but you feel his hands touching and exploring, and hear him talking to himself excitedly.

"How long?" Toji wonders underneath your dress, movements stilling.

"Um..."

"How long?" he repeats eagerly and you laugh, placing your hand on his head.

"I think it's only been two months." Toji reemerges from under your gown and clasps your shoulders.

"Your feet, are they always cold?" You search Toji's face before whispering,

"Yes...?" The light in his eyes is impossible to dim. His face brightens considerably, and then he begins to pace around the room.

"Right, cold feet..." He begins to tick his fingers off one by one, muttering to himself again.

"My love, is everything alright?" you wonder, lacing your fingers together as he runs his hands through his dark hair and turns back to you.

"I've just been told you're with child. I'm among the happiest men in the world, sweet one." His fingers touch your face tenderly, and you lean into his palm, smiling. "But you must get your rest. We will talk about it with the priests in the morning."

"Priests?" you wonder as he shuffles you toward the bed. "What do they have to do with--"

"And think of names for our son," he urges you, pulling the sheets around your frame. "I will plan the celebration as soon as I hear from the gods."

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"What if we named him... Kosuke?" You wonder, playing with Toji's hair in the morning light. Toji sticks his tongue out and makes a 'yuck' noise, and you purse your lips.

"How about Sachihiro?"

"That's a mouthful," you reply, and he rolls his eyes, exhaling deeply. "Maybe Tatsuo?"

"Dragon?" Toji laughs, looking over at you. "You want me to name him after my rivals in the East?"

"Don't talk about Emperor Geto like that," you mutter, swatting his arm. "He's been so kind."

"He's been so nosy," Toji retorts, just as Princess Tsumiki comes running into the room, followed by her attendant, who appears to be extremely apologetic as she tries to scoop her up. "No, no," Toji mumbles. "Leave her be."

"Let's ask the Princess what she thinks," you suggest, and Toji nods, standing from his seated position on the floor.

"Tsumiki, what would you like to name your little brother?" he asks, pulling her up into his arms.

"Mango," she replies, sticking her fingers in her mouth. Toji looks over at you, unamused.

"Sure, we'll name him mango," you offer, smiling at the girl who leans over to touch your face lovingly. "It's your favorite fruit, after all." Toji tilts his head, then inhales sharply, eyes widening.

"Megumi," he breathes, and you raise your brows sharply.

"Blessings," you whisper, and he nods, eyes locking with yours as his smile widens. "Megumi..." You try the name out on your tongue, finding it fits quite nicely.

"Megumi."

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chatonne-rousse · 4 years ago

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Be Bold, Be Kind, Be Brave

This is one akuma whose intentions are good. After all, who couldn't use an extra dose of courage to overcome fear?

A superhero whose identity will be immediately revealed in the process, for one.

When an akuma causes several secrets to come to light all at once, our heroes will need to drum up some courage to face their fears - and each other.

But what's waiting after that looks like it might be a dream come true. It'll just take a bit of bravery and a lot of heart. Piece of cake.

***

Only eight days late and several dollars short, I’m wishing @jennagrinsoverml a happy belated birthday with this gift, written just for her. ILY, my friend!

Read it on Ao3 here.

***

Ladybug has to give Courageous some credit: she's a rarity, an akuma born of selfless means. A teenager who hadn't mustered the courage to stand up for a younger student being bullied at school, she'd been so ashamed, so angry with herself, that Hawkmoth had found an easy target to ply with honeyed words and promises.

Her power isn't even a terrible one. The beam of light she shoots from her right hand simply causes the person it strikes to relive the last encounter they had when their bravery failed them, this time with courage aplenty. It's admirable, really.

Admirable, but terrifying nonethless.

(The fear of Chat Noir finding out her identity is deep and dark and often floats to the surface of her nightmares with blue eyes and white hair and a drowned, ruined world. He cannot know. The cost is too high.)

"Whatever you do," she calls to her partner, frantic and scared, "don't let her hit you! Please, Chat!"

She hears the desperation in her own voice, and the look on his face conveys that he certainly does. He nods solemnly.

"I'll do my best, My Lady."

She nods back, and off they go into the fray.

For well over an hour, they fight Courageous through parks and plazas, sidewalks and thoroughfares. All around them, the people of Paris have squared their shoulders, lifted their chins, and braved conversations big and small with people only they could see.

Ladybug has to smile as she hears a young man confidently ask for a raise and watches his eyes light up at the response.

That smile fades when she remembers once again that the last time her courage had failed her was just as they were dismissed for lunch break, when she'd tried to invite Adrien to a movie that weekend. His eyes had been so kind as he'd waited for her to gather her words properly, and somehow that had just made it harder.

Then Lila had "accidentally" tripped and knocked into her, sending her to the floor. The memory of Adrien's hand reaching out to her to help her up, those same kind, patient eyes locked on hers, makes Ladybug's cheeks heat even now. But after she was upright again, after Lila had stalked off because no one seemed to care that she "probably would need surgery now because her arthritis would flare", Nino had reminded Adrien about the gig he was DJing on Friday and Alya had led her away to show her something on her phone.

Just like that, her opportunity was gone.

And that would be fine, honestly. Marinette was used to moments of stuttering and botched declarations when it came to Adrien.

But if she's hit by Courageous, Chat Noir - plus the citizens of Paris, Hawkmoth, everyone - will hear Ladybug try to ask Adrien Agreste on a date, and that will be a disaster of epic proportions.

"Ladybug, look out!"

Chat's body slams into hers, sending them rolling on the sidewalk just as a beam of magical light zips over their heads. In a flash, Chat Noir bundles her in his arms and vaults them to the rooftop above, making sure she's steady on her feet once they land.

"Thank you, Ki-" The words die in her throat when she sees over her partner's shoulder that Courageous has followed them.

Chat turns, his baton at the ready, while Ladybug reaches for her yo-yo, but neither is quick enough to stop the akuma's beam from finally finding one of its main targets.

"I'm sorry, Bug," he murmurs as his eyes glaze over.

Using her yo-yo as a spinning shield, Ladybug drags her partner behind the nearest chimney stack just as he begins to speak.

Panic sets in as her mind screams at her over the hum of her yo-yo, the akuma's laughter, her partner's voice.

I can't just leave him!

"Father, may I come in?"

Oh no, oh no, oh no. I can't hear this!

"Yes, Nathalie said she penciled me into your schedule for noon."

Nathalie?

Ladybug's gaze snaps to her partner, yo-yo still spinning to deflect beams of light. She's surprised to find Chat Noir's head bowed in deference, though his eyes shine with a confident gleam.

"I requested this appointment to ask you again if I could attend the event with my friends tomorrow evening. I've already completed my assignments for school and the homework from my Mandarin tutor."

Mandarin tutor? What?!

"Yes, Father, I'm aware that you don't care for Nino, but..."

The panicked scream in her mind gives up any attempt at coherence; by this point, it's no more than a muddled loop of Nathalie, Mandarin, Nino, Father.

Ladybug feints to the left to avoid being hit by the akuma as a mix of terror and adrenaline floods her system. She leaps forward, leaving Chat behind the chimney in the hope that she can engage the akuma just long enough to get her partner back and finally, finally finish this off.

She knows too much already. The cat has bolted straight out of the bag and is running loose on this rooftop beneath her feet, a distraction she can't handle right now.

On hero autopilot, she hurdles one beam after another, then tucks and rolls and pops up to roundhouse kick Courageous in the chest, sending her flying.

She hears the akuma's "oof" just as Chat Noir's jubilant voice rings out from behind the chimney.

"Thank you, Father! Thank you so much!"

She can hear his grin in those simple words, the sheer joy in being given permission to leave the house. Everyone in their class knows what a tight leash Gabriel Agreste keeps on his son. It breaks her heart every time she thinks of it. In fact, she's successfully fought for his release from that marble prison on more than one occasion! So yes, she'd already known with all the clues in place, but there was truly no mistaking it now: that was Adrien talking to his father.

Because Adrien is Chat Noir.

Her heart cracks. Oh, Chaton.

Suddenly, the akuma's progress in clambering to her feet is impeded by the whoosh and subsequent metallic thunk of Chat's overhand swing with his baton.

Relief floods her heart at the return of her partner. No matter who he is, Chat Noir is her other half, and Ladybug is never quite herself without him.

"Maybe we could use a little extra luck, My Lady!" Chat winks at her over his shoulder before facing the akuma again.

"Yes! Right! You bet!"

Get it together, Marinette, she thinks. Her face heats and she scampers away to the safety of the chimney stack where Chat was hidden to call for her lucky charm.

A red and black spotted can opener drops into her hands and she looks at it in confusion. "What am I supposed to do with this?" she grumbles, looking around frantically but seeing nothing to help her decipher how to use the lucky charm.

She takes a deep breath, peeks out from behind the bricks, and promptly takes a light beam to the face.

No, no, no, no!

It feels vaguely like having a water balloon popped on her head, a chill of sensation dripping down her spine and rippling through her nerves. It's a small mercy that being hit by an akuma rarely hurts physically. Her vision swims like a mirage in the desert, the familiar courtyard at school coalescing from vapor around her.

The last thing she sees is her partner's stricken face.

The last thing she hears is the akuma cackling.

"Heylo! Who! I mean," she takes a deep breath, a rush of confidence tingling along her nerves. "Hey, Adrien!" She smiles and gives him a little wave.

His grin takes her breath away. "Hi, Marinette! How are you?"

"I'm great!"

You can do it, you can do it!, her heart sings, and miraculously, her brain listens. Her smile turns coy. She taps her lip with her index finger. Her pulse pounds a bolstering tattoo in her ears. Go for it, girl!

"But I could be better."

Adrien's smile drops a fraction. "Are you okay? Is there something I can do?"

With another deep breath, she squares her shoulders and looks him in the eyes, her very cells imbued with a courage unparalleled even when she's wearing spots. She could do anything, anything, right now, but she has her mind set on accomplishing one thing and one thing only.

"You could join me for a movie on Saturday."

"I could...?" His brows furrow, but his grin grows slowly, bright but incredulous. "Are you asking me....?" He blinks, takes two shallow breaths. "Do you mean just the two of us?"

She nods decisively. "A date."

You did it. You did it! A veritable party erupts in the back of her mind, radiant relief spreading to her fingertips. It feels so good to finally break through her anxiety and fear and ask him that simple question that felt like an impossible task just a few hours ago.

Thankfully, he doesn't keep her waiting. The answer is in his eyes, anyway. "I would love to," he breathes, cheeks pink and smile dazzling.

"Really?" Marinette squeaks, and now it's his turn to nod.

"I'll be there even if I have to sneak out." Adrien reaches for her hand and gives it a little squeeze. "We'll talk about it later today, okay?"

She nods again, her chest so full of emotion she can barely breathe. Not only did she ask him, but he said yes!

Suddenly, blue sky fills her vision and she regains awareness to the sound of a scuffle on the other side of the chimney stack. Ladybug tentatively gets to her feet, reaching for her yo-yo and setting it spinning immediately. This time there's no peeking around the corner; she bursts from behind the bricks on the offensive, ready to finish the fight.

What she finds is Courageous struggling under Chat's baton, twisted up like a pretzel and unable to move for the steel-toed boot resting across her shoulders.

"Just in time, LB!" Chat crows triumphantly. He tosses her a bracelet emblazoned with the words Be Bold, Be Kind, Be Brave that currently pulses with Hawkmoth's dark energy.

In moments, the bracelet is broken, the akuma is freed and purified, and a confused teenager sits where Courageous was restrained a moment ago.

Chat docks his baton at his back and looks at his partner with the softest eyes she's ever seen, a tiny, equally soft smile playing at his lips.

Her heart sighs. Adrien. That's Adrien, and he knows.

The lucky charm sits heavy in her palm. Abject fear makes her hope against hope that she won't remember his identity when she casts her miraculous cure, just as her heart longs to hold on to the knowledge that her precious partner is the boy of her deepest desires, and maybe, maybe they really can have it all.

With a deep breath, she throws the unused can opener into the air, watching magical ladybugs and healing light burst forth and spread throughout the city. She waits, holding her breath, but when pink light swirls around them, the only affect it has is the healing of the twinge in her ankle from when she fell mid-fight.

She looks up, and her partner's eyes say it all.

He remembers, too.

Even as fear grips her heart, radiant joy shines from his face as his grin spreads. It scrunches his eyes behind the mask and pinkens his cheeks, delight seeming to glow from his pores. Ladybug has never seen her partner so happy. That elation is a balm to her soul, and she can't help but smile right along with him.

Ladybug turns to the akuma victim and holds out her hand, offering the bracelet back to her. "I really like that inscription" she says, pointing at the now-silver bracelet as the girl fixes it back on her wrist.

She smiles shyly at the two heroes. "I wish I had the courage to do more. I wish I was brave like you."

"We get scared sometimes, too. Everyone does," Ladybug starts, before her partner nudges her shoulder with his elbow.

"Speak for yourself, Bugaboo. This cat has no fear." Chat Noir throws her an exaggerated wink, and the girl laughs. "But real talk, anyone can be a hero in their own way. Little things, big stuff...you're stronger than you think, I promise. Cat's honor."

She nods. "Thank you for, you know, saving me and everything." Glancing at the street below, she gestures toward the edge of the roof. "Would it be too much trouble to get me back down there?"

"Not at all," Ladybug replies with a smile. Calling on her own courage, she looks at her partner and takes a deep breath. Here goes nothing, she thinks. "The usual spot in five? Or less, I guess, since it...doesn't matter now," she says with a shrug that she hopes looks nonchalant.

And there's that smile that shines like the summer sun. He gives her a jaunty salute. "I'll be there with bells on," he says, tapping the bell at his throat and making it jingle.

Ladybug just shakes her head and giggles.

A few minutes later, when she lands beside Chat Noir on their familiar rooftop, her earrings are beeping a frantic rhythm, signaling mere seconds before she detransforms. Instinct has her looking around the roof, ready to dart behind anything she can use to hide.

Before she can move, Chat steps toward her and quietly asks, "Marinette?"

Her transformation dissolves in a wave of pink light, and she hears him gasp as she catches Tikki gently in her palms. Marinette takes her time retrieving a macaron from her purse to feed her kwami, deliberately moving slowly in an attempt to get herself under control before she looks up at her partner. He knows, and he's thrilled, and that's amazing, but it feels like the entire world will change when their gazes finally meet, and she's just not ready yet.

"I, um...I didn't use my cataclysm, so I can stay transformed if you'd prefer, but..." he trails off.

There's something in his voice that finally makes her look at him. Just like when he talked to his father under the akuma's control, his head is bowed slightly, but instead of confidence, this time his eyes are bright with nervous hope.

Marinette understands both the nerves and the hope, and she'll joke with her partner until the end of time about who's in charge, but it feels wrong for either Chat or Adrien to look at her with uneasy deference.

And that's what she thinks of as courage wells in her chest. Her brave, steadfast partner, the other half of their unstoppable team, the boy with terrible timing who can still make her laugh, her best friend whom she loves so fiercely, should never feel he has to approach her in fear.

"Oh, Minou," she breathes. "Of course, go ahead. I...I already know."

He nods and stands a little straighter, and with a whisper and a flash of green, Chat's magical leather is replaced with denim and cotton poplin.

Predictably, her brain is short-circuiting, hollering in panic and terror, but even as her heart pounds wildly in her chest, it whispers quietly, gently, that this is her partner. Her silly kitty. Her dearest friend. He just happens to look like Adrien Agreste at the moment.

(Okay, this is going to take some getting used to.)

Tikki flies off to join Plagg nearby, while Marinette sits down on the roof with her knees pulled to her chest. She pats the space to her right and Adrien settles in cross-legged next to her.

He's the first to break the silence. "I'm sorry, Marinette. I shouldn't have gotten hit. I shouldn't have let you get hit. I know this wasn't what you wanted, and-"

"No, no, don't apologize," she interrupts, shaking her head. "It happens. It's...not the first time." Marinette sighs and closes her eyes, suddenly feeling a lot less courageous in the face of this world-bending change now that they're in their civilian clothes and it's Adrien apologizing to her. She presses her forehead to her knees and tries to imagine the boy beside her in magical leather and cat ears. It only helps a little, but it's enough. "We, um-" she pauses, licks her lips. "We have a lot to talk about. I just don't know if I'm ready for...all of it."

Adrien is silent for an uncomfortably long moment. "Yeah. We do." She hears him take a deep breath that shakes a bit on the exhale and turns her head a fraction to peek at him. His eyes are on the distant horizon. "I...think I understand some things now."

Abruptly, he turns toward her, a little smile tilting the corners of his mouth when he his eyes meet hers. Fear tells her to look away, but she tamps it down and holds his gaze. His smile widens.

"May I ask you something, Marinette?"

She nods.

"When you came up to me at lunch today, were you...planning to ask me on a date?"

Her pulse pounds in her ears. She could give in to fear, say no and brush it off like Chat had misheard her when she was under the akuma's spell. But suddenly her heartbeat seems to drum, "be bold, be kind, be brave," over and over again, and just as the smile begins to slip from his face, she finds the nerve to nod again.

Just like on the other rooftop a few minutes ago, his face lights up like the first rays of sun after a week of rain, shining splendid even in the early afternoon light.

"Am I--" he whispers, his breath hitching though his joy never dims, "Am I the boy?"

Be bold, be kind, be brave.

She calls on her Ladybug courage and nods once more.

His breath catches again and his eyes fill with tears that he brushes away quickly.

Clarity dawns all of a sudden, sweeping her fears to the corners of her mind to be dealt with later. She understood Chat Noir being happy to know his partner's identity, his excitement in finding out his Lady was his friend, too. But this is so much more. Beside her sits Adrien, wiping tears of joy from his eyes at the knowledge that Marinette is in love with him. This might just be a dream coming true on a random rooftop on a random Thursday afternoon.

"Chaton," she breathes, stretching her legs in front of her and placing a hand on his knee.

His hand covers hers, and she meets his gaze, words caught in her throat at the intensity in his eyes.

"I have a confession to make." He rubs the back of his neck with his free hand and takes a deep breath. "I think everyone in Paris knows that Chat Noir is in love with Ladybug. I...know you know." He shrugs as his smile turns a little helpless. "But no one knows that I might have a little tiny bit of a huge crush on Marinette Dupain-Cheng, too."

"Kid, don't lie to your girlfriend. You know very well that I knew, because I've been telling you forever!" Plagg calls from somewhere behind them. Tikki hushes him loudly.

"Okay, he's not wrong," Adrien says, huffing out a combination of a laugh and a sigh. I'm just very stupid, apparently."

"Hey, don't talk that way about my partner." Marinette bumps his shoulder with hers. "I have a teeny, tiny, huge crush on him, too, you know, and I don't appreciate your tone."

Adrien's surprised laugh rings out across the rooftop, filling her heart with so much love she can barely breathe with the force of it. She could listen to that laugh for the rest of her life. She hopes she'll have that chance.

He brushes tears from his eyes again as his laughter subsides, his grin still shining bright. "I'm so happy it's you, Marinette. Beyond happy." He turns her hand beneath his and threads his fingers through hers. "Honestly, there's no one else I would rather have as my partner."

"Me too, Minou," she murmurs, squeezing his hand lightly as incredulous joy sings through her veins.

Tikki's little voice pipes up nearby. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but it's almost time to go back to class."

Adrien lets go of her hand to fish for his phone and curses under his breath when he sees the time. "She's right, My Lady. Could we meet up this evening? I know we have, um...a lot of things to talk about."

Marinette nods. It feels like she's done a lot of that in the last few minutes.

When Adrien stands, he offers his hand to help her up. Just like in the courtyard at lunch, his eyes are patient and kind, but now they shine with something more. She lets him pull her to her feet, then wraps her arms around his waist in a tight hug.

His soft exhale at her ear as he melts against her makes her smile, scrunching up his white overshirt under her cheek. Her senses are filled with him, and she's surprised to realize that it's a feeling of comfort and safety instead of the usual panic.

Maybe loving Adrien and being loved in return will be easier than it seemed all this time. Her fears seem so silly when his arms are wrapped around her shoulders and his head rests on top of hers - a perfect fit.

Even the nightmarish terror of Chat Blanc is diminished. Adrien never told anyone her identity; he knew because he himself was Chat Noir, and there's no way in the world that Chat would hurt his Lady, nor would Adrien ever harm Marinette on purpose. She must have misunderstood. He must have misunderstood. He was an akuma, after all. She sighs into Adrien's shirt. She can never allow that terrible timeline to occur, but whatever happens after this, they'll face it together. Stronger. She'll make sure of it.

"Do you think my father will let me go to Nino's gig in real life?" he asks quietly.

The sad note in his voice breaks her heart. She squeezes him tighter.

"I don't know, Kitty. Do you think we'll be having a movie date on Saturday?"

He leans back abruptly, though his hands still grip her shoulders. "Of course! I'll be there if I have to sneak out!"

Marinette boops his nose, laughing when his eyes cross. "I think that's your answer for Friday night, too."

Suddenly she's in his arms again, this time lifted off the ground and spinning. She can't help but giggle.

"I knew I was in love with a genius!" he cries, jubilant. He sets her down and plants a kiss in the middle of her forehead before calling for Plagg to transform him.

When he turns his masked face back to her, it's like the world is different. She can easily see the brilliant green of Adrien's eyes in Chat's glowing sclerae. The blending of two of her favorite people into one extraordinary boy who - oh my goodness - just said he loves her gives her a shot of courage even before she suits up again.

"You missed, beau gosse."

His eyes widen comically. "I....what?"

Marinette smiles and calls for her transformation, then taps her lips with her gloved fingers. "You kissed me, but you missed."

The sly gleam in his eyes makes her breathing speed up.

"First of all, I would ask before I did that," Chat says, sticking out his thumb before raising his clawed index finger. "Second, I thought I'd save our first kiss for Saturday. Seems like a great way to end our first date, doesn't it?"

Our first date. A tingle runs down her spine. She likes the sound of that.

"I guess I can wait." Her smile turns cheeky. "But it'll be our third--"

"Ah, ah, ah," Chat cuts her off with a grin. He extends his thumb again. "First of all, I don't remember either of those."

Ladybug rolls her eyes, still smiling.

"And second," he says, his voice pitching lower and making her heart skip a beat, "it will be Marinette and Adrien's first kiss."

Oh, this boy, she thinks as her heart soars.

She bites her lip to keep from giggling. "I suppose you're right, even though we both know we're the same people."

Chat gives her a deadpan look. "Just let me have this, Bug."

She bursts into laughter and reaches for her yo-yo, delighting in watching a grin light her partner's face.

"I really am looking forward to Saturday," he says, unhooking his baton from his back. He reaches for her hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. "We'll talk about it later today, okay?"

She nods and watches him vault off toward home.

The wind against her face is exhilarating as she swings back to the bakery. It's amazing how one revelation seems to have changed everything. Even the zip of her yo-yo through the air sounds different to her ears now that she knows, now that he knows.

Marinette detransforms as she touches down on the terrace and sinks into her pink-striped chair while Tikki phases through the hatch into her room in search of food. A quick check of her phone tells her that she has ten minutes before she has to go back to school.

School. One more thing that's going to be different.

Before nerves can creep in, she thinks of Chat Noir and his beaming joy at learning the identity of his beloved partner. That was Adrien. She thinks of the comfort of being wrapped in Adrien's arms, his scent, his warmth. That was Chat Noir.

And when she sits down in class behind him in a few short minutes, that boy with the soft smile and shining eyes will look like Adrien, but now he's so much more.

Marinette stands up from her chair with a lighter heart than she can remember having in a long, long time. She's suddenly looking forward to the second half of the day, even more excited for Nino's event tomorrow night, and positively thrilled that she has a date with Adrien - who is Chat Noir! - on Saturday.

There's so much to experience, so many memories to be made. It feels a bit like a dream. It feels more than a bit scary. But it's going to be great.

It's just going to take a little courage.

She's got this.

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