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mrpenguinpants · 4 years ago

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Xiao and Diluc: Opposites Attract HCs

Minor spoilers for Xiao’s and Diluc’s backstory.

Yes, more xiao content. Oh and Diluc. Diluc is there too. I wonder who my favourite child is? Honestly, it’s probably Childe. Every time I write “child” I end up misspelling it to “childe”. It’s consumed me. But yes anon I love the opposites attract trope. It’s so nice having person A be this cute cinnamon roll and person B is the ew don’t touch me go away I hate you, just mwah 💕

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Xiao Semi Series

[ Friendship ] [ Falling in Love ] [ Cuddles ] [ Protective ] [ Affection ] [ Jealously ]

Diluc HCs

[ Comfort HCs ] [ Relationship HCs ] [ Being Fathers HCs ] [ Jealously HCs ] [ Unrequited Love HCs ] [ String of Fate [Soulmate] ] [ Fainting ]

[Masterlist]

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Xiao and Diluc: Opposites Attract HCs

Xiao

It occurs to Xiao one day that despite being alive for centuries, he doesn’t know a lot of people. Xiao has only known Rex Lapis and his fellow adepti and only just recently introduced this life to others such as Verr and Ming. It never bothered him and still doesn’t, he prefers his life to be peaceful and in solitude since it’s safer that way, but when you crash into his life with all your unrestrained energy. He’s a bit of a loss for words. The only other person he knows that acts similar is Guizhong, but it’s still a bit of a troubling memory but either then that, he’s never interacted with someone so...open with their feelings. Though he supposes that Hu Tao was somewhat similar but in a different way. Unlike the craziness and exasperated actions that Hu Tao brought, your presence was a breath of fresh air and sometimes he found himself caught up in your antics.

When Xiao thinks about it, if he were to ever find love he suspected he would prefer someone who was calm and independent. He wasn’t the most affectionate so he wouldn’t want a partner that relied on that and he liked the peace and quiet the inn provided. That was until he saved you one day and you felt it was your absolute responsibility to return the favour, even though he told you many times that you really did not need to. If you wanted to return the favour you could leave him alone. Simple as that. Which didn’t work and in hindsight he was glad you were so stubborn to hang around until you managed to find out his favourite food was almond tofu.

The moment that set in stone Xiao’s love for you is when he told you his past. When he was named Atalus. How he had been possessed and forced to kill against his will. How he devoured dreams and lived in agony before he was saved by Rex Lapis. He was scared that you would fear and leave him, only for you to slowly lace your hands with his and wept for his own misfortune. He’s never had someone cry for him and he realized that he never wanted to see you upset like this again.

At first your larger than life personality put him off a bit, how could someone run through life as if nothing was wrong? What would happen if you finally faced loss? Wouldn’t that make things worse? It wasn’t until he spent more time with you that he saw your point of view, that while he couldn’t adopt the same idea, he respected it and began to appreciate it. It was nice having some sort of solace in his day even if it was just for a few minutes. Something to get his mind of the darker things while you start chatting about this really nice old lady with a domain sized teapot.

Though, there was a bit of a downside to this. Since you bared your heart on your sleeve, perhaps in Mondstadt it would seem normal but here in Liyue, everyone hid behind some kind of mask so people found you a bit naïve and would try and hassle you. It always sent Xiao into a worried state when you left the inn to go out on your next adventure. Verr likes to compare him to a cat waiting for it’s owner at the door, but as soon as they return he acts so moody as if he wasn’t waiting at the balcony trying to see if he could see your clothing peak over the hill. He has no idea how she comes up with these ridiculous ideas.

Another “downside” Xiao discovers is that you have mini bursts of affection. You describe it as a those anemo slimes that pop when you shoot them, morbid as that description is, you’re not wrong. Your bursts of affection always manage to startle and embarrass Xiao, especially when he was with others. He wasn’t going to tell you to change yourself, never will he do that, but when you clasp his hands and tell him with all your love and shining eyes that he’s “doing such a good job” and “you’re so proud of him”. He wants to melt because wow, he never noticed how much he values your praise and how it sends his heart flying. But he can’t because Childe and Zhongli are right there.

Zhongli smiles pleasantly while Childe looses his absolute shit, which causes Xiao to kick his spear at Childe because he refuses to let go of your hands and hisses at him. Even when you try and scold him it doesn’t last long because this has become a weekly occurrence. Only now Xiao will give you a quick kiss before he goes off to gut Childe while you and Zhongli wave pleasantly and talk about how the weather is faring. Everyone that isn’t a native to Liyue think’s you’re all insane as they hear Childe’s screams as Xiao attempts first degree murder.

It interesting to see you both interact to outsiders. Xiao has his piercing yellow eyes and reserved demeanor while you’re this sweet and bright person. Before Xiao met you, people could never get a good look at the mysterious man that stays in the top balcony of the Wangshu Inn. But now if they came at the right time, they could spot a soft smiled man in green listening to a very animated talk with someone else, using their hands with a dramatic flair. That is until the man notices them trying to eavesdrop and the softness in his eyes drops and goes to irritation as he glares at them, curling a hand around his partner’s waist, and he let’s off a warning growl. His partner never seems bothered, only turning around to give a small wave in greeting, smiling as if the dangerous aura radiating behind them didn’t exist, before giving the man a small kiss as they go back to their conversation.

While you live a larger than life way, you also enjoy the small moments with Xiao. Xiao prefers to spend his time sitting above the inn and overlooking Liyue which you enjoy too. Resting near each other as you watch the sun go down is calming and takes the stress of life away. But sometimes you just want to bring Xiao out and have some fun.

Which ends up with you dragging him off to the pond near the Wangshuu inn, you wanted to catch frogs for whatever reason. Weren’t you both a bit too old to be playing with frogs? But he stands by and watch's you chase around the poor animals, tracking mud all over your clothing and skin, he can’t help but let a small smile slip. It isn’t until you end up falling into the pond after slipping that he’s on alert mode that he runs over worried.

Only for you to pop up and start bursting out into laughter. Xiao is stunned for a few moment as he watches you laugh at your own mistake, mud scrapped all over your face and clothes, the fact that you’re still in the pond with a frog on your head. He can’t help but feel his face fall as his mouth twitches into a smile as he chuckles along with you. He reaches over to try and scrub the dirt off your face but it only ends up smearing it more but you appreciate the effort. He carefully lifts you up as he carries you back to the inn. He thinks back to when you both first met, how he spent so much time worrying over his life as an adeptis and you as a human, but now those thoughts have been flung out of his mind. He wants to take your approach, that why worry over the little details of the future when you can enjoy the bigger moments you have now.

Diluc

On days that Diluc works as the bartender for Angel Share, if you come at just the right time when the sun was still high in the sky, you might be able to catch the ever distant man smiling and engaged with a conversation with one specific patron. Of course, this silly “rumour” was made up by the ladies of Mondstadt with too much free time on their hands but given Diluc’s reputation and demeanor it did make some travelers curious. Only for them to write it off as this special patron to be a green bard or cunning captain. One that Diluc surely did not crack a smile at. In fact it seemed to be the opposite. But the tavern isn’t so bad, there’s this nice individual that will listen to all your sorrows with kind eyes and a gentle heart.

As soon as the last customer leaves and Diluc locks the door, does he let his shoulder drop and he breathes a sigh of relief. Before turning and walking to you as he let’s himself relax in your embrace. He listens as you re-tell on the woes of a jewelry saleswoman from Liyue to how Venti is still getting ID checked at the Cat’s Tail as he basks in your warmth. He’s glad that this is what’s troubling the people of Mondstadt and not anything incredibly dangerous relating to the Fatui or the Abyss Order. He asks if you’re doing alright to which you grin and nod that everything was perfect, before placing a small kiss on your forehead and he leads you out back and into the night and ready to return home.

Kaeya finds a lot of enjoyment going to up to you and discussing his “concerns” about Diluc. It always leads to you fretting over his health and if he was working too hard and he should take a break. Diluc is whipped and cannot say no to you so he always begrudgingly let’s you lead him away as Kaeya smiles and waves him off. It’s gotten to the point that no matter what Diluc is in the middle of, unless it’s of the upmost importance, if he catches Kaeya anywhere near you he’s swooping in and leading you away.

Diluc has always been straight to the point, non-nonsense idle talk, but when you drag him away to simply lie down at Starsnatch Cliff just because you were worried about him, he can’t help but feel his heart warm. Watching you blow on dandelions and enjoy the peaceful winds of Mondstadt does he let his hectic life standstill.

When Diluc first met you, it was during his three year long journey to discover the truth of his father and the Delusions. You had saved him during his escape from a Fatui stronghold and explained you were apart of a third-party observer from the North. A vast underground intelligence network that approved of his actions and wanted him to join. Diluc, still deep in his anger and untrustworthy state of anyone, declined the offer but you still hanged around him. He didn’t understand why, and frankly did not want you anywhere near him, but you did save him. Something you very much liked to bring up, even after returning to Mondstadt. He couldn’t necessarily push you away and despite leaving the Knights of Favonius, he still maintained the same chivalry that all knights had.

From then on it had just been the two of you, him looking for the next Fatui base while you travelled with him as an “observer” despite helping him and being overly chatty. Asking where the next destination is like you’re some sort of overeager kid. At first, he really disliked your presence. A lot. In his mind you were a second Kaeya and after the events of what had happened, he might have been far colder to you than he should have been. He thought you were hiding behind the same kind of mask Kaeya did and that you were secretly some Fatui agent sent to kill him. But that never seemed to deter you, even making fun of the idea that the Fatui would seriously try and send an agent to con him rather than try and kill him outright with all the information he had on them.

You both had your clashes when it came to certain things, especially when it came to taking breaks and sightseeing. He felt that you were way too relaxed for something so important and you felt he was way to uptight and needed to stop running through life. But overtime, he found that he actually somewhat enjoyed your personality and quirks. While you could kick a Fatui’s guard head off if you tried hard enough, you would also drag him to feed the ducks by a pond. He had come to learn that you and Kaeya were different, you didn’t wear a mask and bared your heart to the world. He thought you were a bit foolish for doing that since you can never really trust anyone but you instead offered that not everyone was a bad person, that if he spent every waking moment trying to backstab someone would that really be a life worth living?

It’s during the lantern festival in Liyue does he really come to understand his goals in life. Writing down wishes for the new year to send off in paper lanterns is when he acknowledges his shortcomings and finally agrees to join the underground intelligence network. You offer him a bright grin as you cheer that he finally finally got off his stubborn self and you’re now officially partners in not-really-but-still-technically crime. For the first time since Diluc started his journey, he gives a small smile and let’s himself relax as he watched the golden lanterns fly through the sky beside you.

When he decides it’s time to return to Mondstadt and take up his position as Diluc Ragnvindr, he tries to not so subtly ask if you would want to join him. He knows that you still have ties to that secret organization and you probably have your own agenda but Diluc has gotten used to your bubbly personality, he doesn’t want to live without you. But his worries are quickly squashed when you tease him for a bit but slip your hand in his and ask where the next destination is.

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Gripping my writing hand, I went overboard and ran with it. I really want to write pre-hcs of how you met Xiao and a continuation of young Diluc and you. But I must finish my inbox. Also my joke of Xiao beating things into submission started all the way back to my first Xiao HCs of friendship. I did not know this lol. I just think it’s funny to imagine xiao doing it. I’m about to high five my past self.

By the way, should I break up my hcs more? I feel like they are actual paragraphs and that might be annoying to read.

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birdy-bat-writes · 4 years ago

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Damian Wayne - Civilian crime solver

Request: Could you do headcanons or a scenario about Damian with a friend or s/o that is really into mysteries and goes around investigating cases even though they're really in over their head? Bonus points for shenanigans. Thank you!

Of course, amazing Anon! Great suggestion! And hey, why do friends or lovers when we can do both?? ;) I hope you enjoy this!

A/N: Um… My Headcanons are basically just fanfictions with sentences that don’t flow into paragraphs. I split it into 2 parts. I Really liked writing this one though. I love Damian. This one came out kinda angsty though, sorry about that. But it has a sweet ending.

Part 2 here

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- You met Damian when you both were in the sixth grade. He was quite the indignant 11-year-old. Unfortunately for you, this fellow was your lab partner for the year.

- You noticed his distaste for most people, but he didn’t have it with you. You couldn’t have known at the time, but the reason for that was that you were the only person in the room Damian saw as someone of equal intellect. It was the way you were organized and level-headed. You were independent and self-sufficient.

- Truth be told, the only major difference between your mindsets was that you weren’t as cocky.

- Made sense though, since your mother was an environmental toxicologist. Your home was pretty full of science equipment since you could remember. You were always curious as a child, and of course your proud mother encouraged it and taught you bit-by-bit how to use the tools. You idolized her and your father, who passed away when you were younger.

- Over the course of your partnership with Damian, you grew to tolerate each other, and then even enjoy each other’s company. By the time You were both 12, you had a pretty solid friendship.

- You discovered this when he invited you over to his house for his birthday and his family nearly choked, had a stroke, or checked if you were a robot. He had to explain to you that he didn’t bring friends over very often.

- “I made an exception for you because you are far closer to me than anyone else and I enjoy your company.”

- You guys hang out all the time now and talk about personal stuff and just joke about things. It makes you really happy when Damian laughs. He often found himself thinking about how much more often he’s been doing it since he met you.

- “Hey, what do you want to be when you grow up, Dames?”

- “Well, I’d like to follow in my father’s footsteps.” You assumed that meant running Wayne Enterprises. You were half right.

- “I want to be a detective.”

- “Really?”

- “Yeah, like my dad was.”

- “He’d be proud of you.”

- You had a love for forensics and special permission from your chemistry teacher to use the advanced chem lab after school. You were her TA after all, and Damian used that time to sit with you and chat while you worked.

- “Y/N, what are you analyzing?”

- “Um… It’s a mud sample.”

- “From?

- “The Gotham botanical gardens.”

- “Why?” Why are you analyzing dirt from Poison Ivy’s crime scene from last night?

- “Promise you won’t freak out?” He nodded. “I heard on the news that Poison Ivy was using monster plants to terrorize people. And they looked kind of like yellow trumpet vines you find a in the Gotham gardens. I was just checking the dirt for any chemicals that could have altered the plant growth.”

- Damian was stunned and speechless. Something he experienced rarely, if ever. “Y/N, messing with this stuff is dangerous. maybe you should let Batman and the GCPD handle this.”

- “Come on, Dami. Please don’t say that. I want to do this; I want to help people. If I figure this out first, I can tell the GCPD.”

- “I’m just worried for your safety.” He couldn’t deny that your work was brilliant, but he couldn’t let you put yourself in harm’s way either.

- “I’ll be safe, I promise.”

- He ultimately told you it was alright with him if you were careful. What he meant by that was that he was going to spy on you and keep you away from any and everything that was dangerous.

- Robin would follow you to your house from the shadows to make sure you got home safe and Damian would check in with you on your files. As your determination to solve cases increased, his desire to ask you why increased as well.

- “I just think it’s fun, Damian.” Wow you were a bad liar.

- “There’s more to it.”

- “What?”

- “Why are you actually doing this?”

- “Because I want to.” You were sterner this time. Damian noticed and decided to drop it for now. He offered to walk you home like he usually did but you declined.

- That night, you decided to investigate a lead you didn’t tell Damian about. It led you an abandoned building in old Gotham. You were scanning the second floor for anything out of the ordinary until you heard a voice approaching from the corner.

- You ran into the nearest room and hid. The voices were getting closer. “Falcone wants this job done tonight. Don’t f*** up.” You were terrified.

- Suddenly, your mouth was covered by a green gloved hand. You wanted to yell but you heard him shush you. You turned quietly to meet eyes with a domino mask. It was Robin. You didn’t have enough time to process everything that happened but at the end of it all you ended up on the sidewalk next to an ambulance and police cars.

- Deciding you had enough for one day, you headed home.

- The next day at school you seemed quiet and so did Damian. At the end, you walked over to Damian to ask if he wanted to hang out.

- “Not at the lab.”

- “Okay… we can watch a movie if you want.”

- “Alright.”

- “Cool. I’ll just go get my stuff.” He saw you walking in the direction of the lab and something sparked in him. He stopped you.

- “I’ll get it.”

- “What? I can get it. It’s fine.”

- “Just stay here, Y/N.” He was a bit too curt for your liking.

- “Don’t tell me what to do.”

- “Just listen to me for once.”

- “Why are you being like this?!”

- It turned into a yelling match. Damian’s emotions got the better of him and it ended with a “You could have died last night!”

- Tip of the hat to him *clap* *clap*. That’s how you found out he was Robin.

- It made sense really. You shared a heartfelt conversation about how he trusted you but he didn’t want you getting hurt. He knew what it was like out there and he couldn’t stand the thought of anything happening to you.

- You promised to keep his secret and he made a compromise with you; you could help him with forensics for his cases with Batman as long as you never went out into the field.

- Then you went an watched the movie you wanted to.

- “Hey Dames, I need to tell you something.” He turned his head to you. “You had asked earlier why I was so obsessed with the cases… my dad died investigating Falcone’s drug cartel. I guess got a bit too into it… I just thought you deserved to know.” You shared a look of sympathy and for the first time in your friendship, he hugged you. It held for a while, but it wasn’t awkward, just comforting, as if you both said that you were there for each other.

- Skip to the point where your working with him and Batman was normal. Well… as normal as it could get. You and Damian blew the Batcave circuit breaker. Twice.

- You would always get results before Bruce managed to figure out how. Tim liked you specifically because you could make Bruce look very confused.

- You and Damian would pass notes in class in code about new information from cases. It started to make people gossip about you two. It didn’t help that you both always stayed back late together and showed up to class alone, before anyone else.

- It began to scare people because Damian doesn’t bother to spend time with other humans but with you, he like?? Willingly?? Does it??

- You would work late nights with the boys and keep track of how much sleep they each were getting. If anyone fell too short, you sent them up to bed. It actually backfired on you once because you were very sleep-deprived and didn’t want to admit it, so Jason picked you up and dragged you to your room in the manor while Tim and Dick smiled cheekily. “Oh, how the turntables.” ;D

- Damian would sleep when you forced him, but he would still have his days. He believed he was above sleeping???

- This boy refuses to admit he’s tired. Even when he looks like a jittery racoon. So, you bring him hot chocolate in the mornings, (courtesy of Alfred) with a hint of a lot of caffeine (courtesy of Tim).

- Ever since you started spending so much time at the manor, you got much closer with Damian and his brothers. You felt a sense of family and care there.

- Your favorite nights were the ones where your mom would let you sleep over and you would stay late in the cave working with Damian. The serenity of the cave and the faint glow of the computers always made it feel like some alternate plane of existence.

- “Alright, Sherlock, you’ve been obsessed with this case for three days now. Let the computers do their work and take a nap.”

- “Dami, I’m too ‘thinky’ to sleep.”

- “’Thinky’?” you nodded and giggled at your superior use of vocabulary. “Come with me. I want to show you something.”

- You detected a hint of mischief in his voice and followed him up the cave staircase to the top of a ledge. He pulled a rope ladder out from behind the ledge and gestured for you to climb it.

- You glanced at him once before hoisting yourself up and climbing onto the rocky surface. You looked up and the sight took your breath away. The ledge was a flat floor of the cave that overlooked the waterfall from the inside. If you looked down, you could see the dancing currents on the lower levels of the cave. The air was misty and cool, and you honestly had no idea that there was a view like this anywhere in the manor.

- “You like it?”

- “Its so beautiful.” You said, your voice full of awe. Damian sat down on the floor, against the cave wall and patted the ground next to him. He wanted to say something. Just regular makings of conversation, like the ones you always had. This time, for the first time, he felt like he didn’t know what to say to you, so opted to look at you.

- The way the water reflected light on the cave walls made patterns of hazy light. The glow hit your skin and made your eyes sparkle. For the first time since he had met you, Damian saw you in a completely new way. He didn’t understand it, but he wasn’t opposed to it either.

- You broke the silence with, “You know, ever since I met you, and your family, I’ve never been happier.”

- You looked back at him. Something about the way he looked at you made you feel butterflies and fireworks all at once.

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amachja-moved · 4 years ago

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Are you protective of your way of life? Are there rituals or customs that you prefer not to share with people outside of your village?

curious anon ask (always accepting!) (under cut for long post)

-------------- It is a hot day in Paradis; the sun beats down on the meadows and the nearby woods. Only the trees offer some sort of respite, casting shade overhead. This is where Sasha rests, sat upon a branch, one leg dangling over, and her back leaning against the trunk of the large oak. For two hours has she been sitting there, nearly sinking into the tree’s bark and trunk. It breathes under her, and she breathes with it, content, undisturbed. A little bit further, the horses give a neigh from time to time, from the comfort and safety of the stables. It is a nice summer day; and were it not for the voice piping up from under her perch, perhaps the young huntress would have indulged in a quick nap, before duty would inevitably call upon her again.

She holds a blade in her hands: a hunting knife, that she twirls between nimble fingers, and she hums, pensive. Whenever alone and undisturbed, language always seems to sink back into her throat, to retreat while no longer needed - far from the madding crowd, she has no use for words, and conjuring them back up proves a trying exercise. “I used to be, I guess.” Her voice has dropped, over the past few years - like roots growing deeper into velvety soil. There is a beat, a second skipped, that she stretches by sheer strength of will.

“Ain’t much left to be protective of, now.”

Fatalism wraps her carefully selected words in blatant resignation. Deep in the woods south of Wall Rose, an entire village lies dormant. Have the bears and the wolves reclaimed it, she wonders? Does her old house now nurse a litter of fox pups? Nothing ever disappears, in the forest, everything is repurposed, everything transforms. That doesn’t mean you cannot lose a great deal, either. “When I left the forest, it was... all I had. I knew there were folks who didn’t take too kindly to our way of life. I didn’t want ‘em to trample on it. Didn’t wanna give’em the chance.” And so, she guarded it. She built up walls around her memories, around her very core, and only ever permitted the slightest peeks to prying eyes. A very selective curation - a watered down version of her deepest foundations to make it more digestible for her fellow Cadets.

“Sometimes... I wish I’d told’em more. Or showed’em more. I think a few of ‘em would have liked that. Marco, for sure. Reiner always used to ask questions, and Mikasa too. Yeah, maybe it would have been good, if I had.” With Dauper, dies their way of life -- the way of the hunters cannot be replicated in stables, in villages. Theirs is a world attached to a place, to the very earth they inhabit, to the nature they were carved from. When the Beast Titan had summoned his monsters, he had uprooted the hunters, and doomed their culture whole. Swallowed by the forest where it remains; while hunters now roam villages and cities, err, blend into the larger pack. Sasha knows she is part of the last generation of her kind. Her own children will never live the way she has lived.

Her own children will never know the world as she has known it; no one will ever again learn to see it the way she does.

“I don’t know that I don’t want to share some of our traditions...” She pauses for a moment, takes the time to collect her thoughts. She has found herself doing that a lot more, taking her time, since reuniting with her father. “I just think there are things ya just can’t explain. Things I don’t think they’d understand because they ain’t never seen the world through our eyes. Their minds and ours, they don’t work the same.” The candid indulgence in her voice nullifies all and any possible misinterpretation. It is not pride that speaks; nothing but a simple statement, an observation, a conclusion she has come to after many years of observation, of meddling with those people who remain, in spite of all, terribly alien to her, and to who she knows she remains terribly alien. Affectionately so, perhaps - but alien nonetheless. The wilderness is sewn into her bones, carved into her soul, in ways words, and explanations, and conscientious study can never express or comprehend. “We may be listenin’ to the same tune, but we’re hearin’ different parts of it. It ain’t easy, explainin’ what only you can hear.”

Sasha leans back against the tree, gathers her knees against her and sighs, a featherlight smile dancing upon rosy lips. “I suppose there is one tradition I haven’t told’em about yet, if you wanna hear it.” She glances down at the attentive silhouette beneath - does she still have their attention? Then perhaps she can gift them this, this little piece of her village, as a reward; as an extended hand. “Back in my village, when a child is old enough to go into the forest on their own, they have to take a kind of comin’ of age ritual. They’re sent into the forest, by themselves (though I think one of the parents always follows close by), and they have to look for a very special tree. Sometimes it takes just a few hours, but some kids have been known to be gone for a whole two weeks. It’s never the same tree for any two children. It’s a tree that speaks, and that speaks to ya only, so you gotta listen very carefully the whole time you’re out there. Once you’ve found it, it’s yours - like a tree sibling you’re bound to for the rest of your life.”

There is a gleam in her eyes as she speaks, and Sasha looks down again, curious to see her vis-à-vis’ reaction. Of course, it is one of utter bafflement; and Sasha lets out a frank, amused laugh. “See? I told ya our minds don’t work the same!” She reminds them, evidently amused. “It’s more of an old tradition and an excuse to celebrate when the children return than anythin’ else, but we never stopped doin’ it, I guess. I found my tree after three days, when I answered the call of the forest - that’s what we call it. It’s a birch tree, about two hours away from the village, very deep in the forest. I haven’t seen it in a while. Maybe I should go back, someday. Bring Connie and Jean, or Mikasa with me, too.” Wouldn’t that be nice? She believes it might very well be.

#Anonymous #ic;; i'm going on an adventure (rp)#ic;; unlucky the land that needs heroes (headcanons)#gosh thank you so much for this ask anon i love nerding out about this village ;;#i hope this meets your expectations and that you see it despite the delay #life has been BUSY #and of course i got rambly #not me thinking about eren mikasa and armin and their own tree not at all --

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kyunsies · 4 years ago

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things i love + appreciate about my closest moots 💖 (obviously no particular order bc you all hold such a special place in my heart)

i was going to wait and post this when i hit 400 followers but that has passed and i wasn't ready in time and i didn’t really know when to post this ;; so i’m just going to do it now to remind everyone that it is truly a blessing to be here in your presence :) i don’t want to get mushy ALREADY sdlkfjsd but pls know you all mean so much to me <33

@theyoungflexer — my person, my rock, chelle you’re super special!! we have such a quirky relationship that somehow works extremely well; idk how but i had this feeling from the moment we spoke with each other i was like “omg this gal is so funky and sweet!!” i was really excited to get to know you, and we’ve talked everyday without FAIL since we became moots :) v grateful for you chelle, you’re my home girl!! (even tho we live across the states hehe) 💘💗 also i just respect you on so many levels like the way you just attend one of the most amazing colleges in the US and is thriving?? not to mention your equally as smart brother also going to an amazing college too???????? speechless. ALSO BIG SHOUT OUT BC you are also the reason for inspiring me to start giffing so,,,,,,literally wouldn’t be here without you GOD chelle i’m so mushy for you :’((((

@softhyungkyun — 1/2 of my mom friends!!! my monmomma, my calming energy in this chaotic world!! victoria, my sweet vic how i love u so!! not to mention the BEST canadabebe around 😘 truly don’t know what i would do without you hun!! do u know how special u are to me?? how much i loved ur lil bunny pics whenever u went on a run; your CONSTANT surveillance of my many typos; and most importantly your scalding of me whenever i show my ~alter ego nasty mädch who is a simp for kyun~ (huh?? who said that, certainly not me!!) i literally look up to you in so many ways, and i’m glad i have someone like you in my life 💗💘💖

@ckyunoirs — you’ve all seen it coming but my actual soulmate!! the best kyun soulmate ever 🥺 i honestly can’t remember how we became moots LOL but i just know i thought you seemed like an absolute sweetheart (which you are) and i was so nervous to talk to you!! i was like “ah omg she has so many anons and everyone associates her w kyun i would like to be at that level” but look at us now!!! we really do share the same (thirsting for kyun always 🤝) braincell and i love that i can tell you what’s on my mind always!! you are such a nurturing soul suni, always stressing how important it is to take care of ourselves 🤧 angel behavior i think!! i don’t even have to elaborate anymore bc i think (i hope) you know truly how much you mean to me suni!!!!! thank you for being such a great friend <33

@memehyungwon — nessa!!! my love whom i get extremely excited about whenever i see your name pop up in my inbox 🥺🥺 get yourself a nessa!!!! so sweet, so supportive, so kind, and just all around LOVELY LOVELY LOVELY!! the cutest, my emotional support bub really 💘💗💖💓💞 so much love for you, plus you’re a multi-talented queen with the moodboards + edits like hello you are LEGENDARY!!! also a multistan extraordinaire, what more could u ask for?? aaaand you call me your “cariño mio” like.......,,shush i’m sobbing just thinking of it 🥺

@pansynight — i think ezra is a fallen angel I SAID IT!!! srsly THE most supportive, trustworthy, and down to earth person in the whole wide world. such a hard worker i mean moodboards, audio edits, writing on the side sometimes, AND gifmaking???????? incredible!!! and is just as a hopeless romantic as i am (cue us crying over how much we love Love together,,,,,i need a moment 😭)!! one friend who i can feel totally comfortable + stripped down with 💙💙 did i already say supportive bc ezra is the Most Supportive Bub if you didn’t already catch that 🥺

@sohcean — bee!!!! a fairly recent moot but one i love very much nonetheless!!!! i looked up to you a lot akdbdjdkjdb like you were one of my “it” monsta x blogs imo hehe but i remember i tagged you in a post where an anon asked me who my fav blogs were and 🥺🥺 you sent me an ask something along the lines of “ty v much i’m glad we’re moots now!!” AND WHEN I TELL YOU!!! i was crying 😭😭😭 anyways, always checks in on me once in a while and you’re always super duper sweet and caring (and thank you for submitting sweet kyun pics occasionally; they are SO desperately needed);; plus you are so extremely eloquent with your writing -- when you post something particularly long i kinda just space out into dreamland bc you just take me to another place with your words omg *chefs kiss* love ya hun!!! 💙💜💙💜💙

@burnitupmp3 — ah ADRY!!! honestly i was really scared to talk to you too for some reason DJFLSDJ but i think that’s bc you’re so extremely hilarious :’) but now that we are certified CLINGMATES 🥺 i literally thank my lucky stars for you everyday :( always and i mean ALWAYS supporting not only me but all of your other moots too ITS SO AMAZING TO SEE!!!!!! never being shy and always starting a conversation with everyone like i’m starting to get the feeling that maybe you DO in fact know every monbebe on this site HEHE but!!!!! grateful for you, if there is one singular constant on tumblr it's you and you're humor, kindness, individuality 💘💗 1/3 of my joobebes, but my ONLY rujoobebe :’) alSO TY FOR FEEDING ME J.SEPH CONTENT <33

@minhyukie — LISTEN if you don’t follow amy you’re missing oUT!!!! but srsly amy i’m going to get really mushy on you jfsdlkfj 🥺🥺 i’ve been following you ever since i made this blog in january (obvi bc u make High Quality content) and i just need to get this off my chest but when u popped in my messages telling me what i was doing wrong in ps about the smart object thing I LITERALLY SCREAMED I JUMPED OUT OF MY SEAT I MESSAGED @theyoungflexer AND WAS LIKE OMG OMG OMG AMY JUST TALKED TO ME!!!!!!!!! jeez like i was so embarrassingly excited :’D !!! man, am i SO happy we are moots <33 the best minbebe around, always providing me with advice and so many resources,,,not to mention we kinda (??) live relatively close-ish to each other so that’s also very cool LOL but srsly!!! amy you are such a backbone for the mbb community here and i look up to you SO much,,,smooches to u 💘💗

@leejooheons — aj!!! 2/3 of my joobebes!!! we are only recently moots but much like amy, i’ve been following you since the beginning of my blog’s existence!! gosh i look up to you in sooooo many ways and again LIKE AMY when i finally found the courage to talk to you i kinda freaked out when you responded LOL !! your gifs are absolutely AMAZING STUNNNG WONDERFUL; you inspire me to really improve my skills, and you always always ALWAYS give me such helpful advice all the time when i don’t even ask for it :( if anything i can't imagine how annoying it is to see me complain about all of my ps troubles but you still take time out of your day to always give me the best tips ever. and for that??? i’m SUPER grateful for all that you do for not only me but for monbebe tumblr too !!! 💘💗

@chaelight — fern!! my other resourceful monbebe moot 🥺 even though we don’t talk all the time, you, like aj, are always providing me with such amazing content advice!!! seriously idk why you all are so incredibly nice to me it’s so touching 😭 and just like bee, you also give me such a calming vibe; you’re just an overall delight to see on my dash because your content is SO well thought out too <33 love you fern!!

@joosgf — lulu!!! 3/3 of my joobebes who also takes the time to tag me in kyun content 🥺 we do not message often but :( omg you’re such a freaking cutie :( i knew i wanted to be your friend when i found your blog bc 1) everyone loves u and 2) you are so incredibly nice <33 i really hope we get to grow closer in the future!! you are so supportive even though we aren't close, and just know that you can always come to me for anything!! also i just love your adoration for our joober it’s SO SWEET, i love to see you geek about him bc it really is the cutest thing <33

@haoranghae — jill!!!!!!! my eastern standard time pal!!!!!!! <33 honestly i think you're the only moot where i DONT have to think about you being asleep while i’m up bc i know we’re on the same time schedule :’) my multifandom buddy who shares my love for victon and honestly a lot of other groups too!! surprisingly we don’t message often but like, i feel like when we DO talk we always pick up where we left off, if that makes sense? i always feel at home talking with you <33 and you’re so freaking SUPPORTIVE always saying nice things and going out of your way once in a while to pop in the inbox!! jill dear you are such a joy, thank you for being you 🥺

@morkyun — carly my sweet angel!!! one of my most precious fellow kyunbebes!!!! idk why you’re so darn SWEET TO ME!! just the sweetest; always asking how i’m doing, always crying over changkyun with me, always participating in ask games sdkjflskdfjslkf how can i ask for anything more than you?? super DUPER grateful to have u in my life, literally such a blessing <33 AND U HAVE ME IN YOUR BIO <33 IM MELTING PLS I FREAKING LOVE U!!!

@hohyuk — everyone LISTEN UP AS A TALK ABOUT ONE OF MY FAVORITE PEOPLE IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD!!!!!! my ma, 2/2 of the mom friends!! you aren’t as active as you were when i first started to talk to you (bc u are a wonderful working WOMAN) but gosh, you made such an impact on me ma :( you are such a caring and nurturing person like the only way i can describe you is motherly :( i remember we would always talk about our days + weekends bc we never really messaged a lot HOWEVER we would always touch base at the end of the week and catch up!! although we don’t talk that often anymore, i want you to know that you will always have a special place in my heart for being exceptionally kind to me 💘💗 and for that i am forever thankful for you ma!! love you!!

@kihyunsgf — kass my cutie patootie!!! we have been moots for a long time it feels!! ( i mean long for me since i’ve one been here since january lol) but you are such an amazing monbebe friend!!! we don’t really private message each other but it seems like we always participate in each other’s ask games so it’s always fun to get to know a little bit more about each other every time we ask questions!! you always reblog not only my work, but every other content creator moots’ works too and i just think you are an extremely supportive friend in general <33 thank you for always being so approachable and warm, and i hope we only grow closer as time goes on 💘💗

@kkyuns — okay aminah OMG so,,,,,,,,,idk if you even want me to consider you a moot yet or anything but 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 can i pls be your moot LOL srsly 🥺🥺🥺🥺 and if you don’t feel comfortable that’s okay and u can just consider this an appreciation post dksfjslkdjf but!!!!!! aminah i’ve already told you i’ve sent you so many asks anonymously and i only recently found the courage and come off bc i feel really comfortable whenever i talk to you <33 literally the KINDEST soul in the entire world;; you might not answer asks quickly ALL the time but you always find a way to make time for the people who look up to you and honestly?? that inspires me to be a kinder more gentler person!! my FELLOW NURSING GAL working your lil BOOTY off, a queen really :’) and not to mention one of the most TALENTED mbb gif makers on the entire planet i’m not even stretching that i truly mean it angel <33 thank u for making me (and others ofc) feel incredibly appreciated, and thank you for being a blessing to mbb tumblr :D

@changkynie — sian angel!!!! you have been with me since the beginning of this blog it seems like!!! thank you for always being my secretive cheerleader on my blog, i really adore you for that! you are such a cutie and you ALWAYS make time to send in little messages to both me and our lil family on my blog!! it’s really the sweetest thing; you are truly SUCH blessing and i love waking up/falling asleep to your kind words <33 together forever bub i think <33

@tsunpan (idk which blog you’re comfortable w me tagging so i’ll just do this one dsjfsjdf)—RATCH!!!!!!! i know a lot of ppl on your blog don’t know your name (and oddly enough i’ve never asked either bc i thought u wanted to be secretive LMAO) but then you plugged your twitter @ a while ago and u said it had your name there HEHE SO!!!!!!! i’ll keep it private :) but HOLY CRAP!! my actual first moot on here :( like my FIRST first moot ever :( says i’ve been following you for 8 FREAKING MONTHS!!!!!!!! and wow look how far we’ve come <33 i know i don’t message u as often as a should but just know i cherish this friendship like my life depends on it skdfjlksdjf and thank you for always indulging me with you’re changkyun writings (shout OUT to safekeeping kyun UGH my heart) + also sharing my love for mr. park junhee + ALSO being my astrology guru WOW u really do it all <33 ;; every time i message you i’m always like wow i wish i were as carefree and funny as my gal !! love you to the moon and back dear, thank you for putting up with me 💘💗💖💓💞

@monpabebe —lastly but CERTAINLY not least is my dear RIKA!!!!! again i have this running theme of being scared of the ppl i love LMAO but yes rika i’ve been following you too for a very very long time (i have actually sent u some anonymous stuff too hehe) but i think i fINALLY revealed myself when u mentioned your height!! SHORTBEBES OUT HERE PROTECTING EACH OTHER <33 but on a serious note, you are amazing :( i’m so glad i came out of my shell to finally talk to you; thank you for supporting my work, it means the absolute WORLD to me and thank you for also being a backbone here on monbebe tumblr as well :) i love seeing your interactions with your anons, it always puts a smile on my face 💘💗💖💓💞 whether you're arguing about tomatoes, geeking over shownu, or just giving your opinion on everything monsta x related, i always look up to you 🥺🥺🥺🥺 i know i don’t really talk to you often (bc i’m still a lil intimidated IM SORRY skdfjksd) but i would love for our lil friendship to bloom in the future rika!! :)

#mädch rambles #musHY POST omg but :') i just love u all so much idk #idk if this is weird like im sorry if youre uncomfortable w this sort of thing but idk when i reached 400 it just hit me #like wow ppl appreciate my mediocre content + are growing with me :)#PHEW #my sweet MOOTS <33

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churchkey · 4 years ago

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18 from the kiss prompts with winnix

Kiss Prompt (Winnix ~1700 words)

Title: Nice Work if You Can Get It

Pairing: Winters/Nixon

Rating: Teen w/ some vaguely described sexy bits

Notes: Thank you lovely anon for the prompt. I’m placing this behind a cut because it’s long-ish and tagging the fabulous @anthrobrat for always listening to me when I’m on my obsessive Winnix bullshit. Inspired by that iconic photo (you know the one), which Tumblr won't let me post for reasons I don't understand.

18. kisses where one person is sitting in the other’s lap

By the time Dick joined them on the balcony, they’d been drinking for a solid seven hours and looked like it too. Speirs was slumped Lipton-ward on the settee, his body sprawled so languidly that Dick wondered how he kept from oozing down onto the stone floor. Harry was settled deep into the chair opposite Nix, his arms dangling over the sides and his head moving in constant, lopsided waves among all three of them, while Nix, well.

Nix was just his regal self. Same generous smile; same kind, dark eyes. Balancing a bottle of wine on his thigh and resting one boot on the opposite knee, he looked like he just belonged there, like a sovereign gazing proudly upon the vast beauty of his Alpine kingdom.

“Here you are,” Dick said as he approached them. “The neighbors have started to complain.”

Harry laughed. “What, this little tea party?”

“Some gang of officers behaving like rowdy sailors on shore leave,” Dick said. “I said, ‘that can’t be my staff’. Figured I’d better come see for myself.”

“Well si’down, since you’re here”, Ron slurred. “Stay awhile.”

The rest of the guys echoed him, a chorus of “Yeah” and “Come on”, oblivious of the fact that there was nowhere for him to sit. Dick’s eyes swept over the empty bottles strewn haphazardly across the table, the misty mountains in the distance, and landed on Nix, whose lips fluttered in the briefest smile as he sat up straighter in his chair and dropped his eyes to the armrest in invitation.

Their bodies slid together like magnets, Dick perched on the arm of Nix’s chair, Nix’s arm draped around the back. Though they weren’t actually touching, it struck him as deeply intimate and mundane at the same time, sharing a chair with Nix in the same way they’d shared everything else. Everything they had, everything they’d clawed and scrabbled for, every victory they’d won, it all belonged to both of them. There was no separation.

The guys laughed and drank, laughed and drank. Dick faded into the background, now and again turning his head toward Nix to murmur a question into his ear, which he’d answer under his breath in a voice reserved for Dick. “Is Lip drunk?” “Hard to say.” “Did Harry piss himself?” “No, that’s champagne”.

“Come on,” Harry was saying, holding a bottle in his outstretched arm. “Have a drink with us, Dick. Major. Major Dick.” He was so busy laughing at his own dumb joke that he didn’t react when Nix wrapped his arm around Dick’s waist and pulled him down to his lap.

“Who, this guy?” Nix said. “He’s been drinking all day. Look at him, he can’t even sit up straight.”

Dick was indeed struggling to regain his balance, trying in vain to keep some measure of distance between them. He figured he must look ridiculous, wedged between the chair’s arm and Lew’s right leg. And then he remembered that the war was over, and that everyone was drunk, and that Nix was his… Nix was his. For a little while longer. He gave up the fight and settled in, settling his arm around the back of the chair, his back against Lew’s chest. Lew’s hand on his hip. Lew’s voice in his head.

“Don’t you ever stop working?”

Everyone else was in the barn celebrating the success of Pegasus and doing their part to nurture the Special Relationship. As he’d listened to them from the attic of the farmhouse, Dick felt the anxiety slowly leave his body, felt the relief pour in on deep, full breaths of cool night air. But he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep for hours yet, so he’d opened his Infantry Field Manual and begun reading it over again, committing its maneuvers and tactics to memory.

At first he’d thought Nix was just stopping by for another refill from his dwindling stock, but he didn’t even glance toward Dick’s footlocker as he climbed the steps and slowly crossed the room.

“Don’t you ever stop working?” he’d asked, like he’d been sent on a special mission to distract Dick, disrupt his routine and impose a new world order on his life. Like he’d been doing since the day they’d met.

The protest Dick mounted was perfunctory at best, just rolling his eyes as Lew perched himself on the edge of the desk, knees wide, blocking access to his papers and books and every other trivial concern. But it was Dick who first made contact, sliding his palms up Lew’s thighs to take him by the hips and pull him down to his lap, and it was Dick who thrust his tongue into Lew’s mouth as vulgar images flashed through his mind, all the other places he would put his tongue if given the chance. The far reaches he’d touch, the depths he would plumb.

And as they began the mindless grind, the desperate rocking of their hips against the hardness swelling between them, it was Dick who finally broke away, breathless, to say they should stop now or they’d have a mess on their hands.

“Yeah,” Lew chuckled, his voice dark and low, scraping his teeth along the taut muscles of Dick’s throat. “That’s kind of the point, Valentino.”

“I know, but - “ Dick sat back in his chair and looked down at the wrinkled shirt tails he’d yanked from Lew’s trousers. “Not like this.”

The suddenness with which Lew stood and began righting himself, tucking in his shirt, finger-combing his hair, made Dick worry briefly if he’d done something to offend him.

“What’s going on?” he asked cautiously, but Lew just gave him a confused look, like he’d missed something very obvious.

“Well aren’t we going to your room?”

It was the first time they made love in a proper bed, the first time they undressed completely and felt the warmth and surprise of each other’s skin against cool cotton sheets. It was the first time it occurred to Dick to call what they did ‘making love’, and not just opening a release valve and blowing off a little steam. And it was the first time he dared consider that maybe he’d known all along that they were never going to be just friends, that while they were running up mountains and memorizing sand tables and jumping out of planes, maybe they were also falling in love.

When it was over and he was lying there with Lew sprawled heavily across his chest, tracing aimless designs across Lew’s shoulders with his fingertips, Dick couldn’t help but think:

A fellow could get used to this.

And then a fear gripped his heart, a warning so loud and insistent that he couldn’t ignore it, couldn’t shut it out. He knew that he couldn’t get used to it; that he mustn’t let himself. He spent the next week trying to forget what it felt like to hold Lew in his naked arms, to press his lips to the mark on his brow, faded now to a pale streak, white like the tail of a comet.

That felt like another lifetime now, with the sun setting behind the mountains and turning them black against the darkening sky. Time passed like wine flowing from the mouths of those bottles they kept tipping to their lips, drops spilling from the corners of their mouths, down their chins, wiping them away with the backs of their hands. Mirth rolling from their eyes and sweeping over him in warm waves, and Dick felt a little drunk on it himself, on their happiness and relief.

The night air grew chilly. Their laughter subsided to restful sighs and mumbled curses, and Dick felt a truth settle in. Looking around this circle, into the drowsy, grinning faces of his friends, he knew that he loved them in a way that he would never love anyone else.

“Alright Captain,” Lip said finally, struggling to pull Speirs to his feet. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“Captain. Carwood,” Ron mumbled, like the words were marbles rolling around in his mouth. Lip took his wrist and hooked his arm around his neck, wrapping his other arm around Ron’s waist.

“Oh Carwood, my Carwood,” Dick heard Ron saying, his face buried in Lip’s neck as Lip led him carefully across the balcony.

He looked at Nix, amused. “Are we that obvious?” he murmured. Nix just looked back at him, a smile spreading slowly across his face.

“Hey Harry,” he asked after a moment, his eyes still on Dick. “Think it’s time to call it a night?”

“And leave you two unchaperoned?” Harry sunk lower in his chair, stretching his legs across the table, boots crossed at his ankles. “Unlikely.”

Nix just shook his head faintly, raising his shoulders in a tiny shrug. Harry’s chin fell to his shoulder and his face went slack. Within a minute, his breathing had deepened to gentle snores.

“What about you,” Dick asked Nix. “How are you feeling?”

“How do I look?”

Dick’s eyes swept down his stubbled face, his rumpled collar. “Like you’ve been rode hard and put away wet.”

Lew chuckled at that, pulled Dick closer. “Well,” he began thoughtfully, taking a deep breath and sighing it out again. “I think I might have a few more laps in me yet.” His eyes were almost black in the dim light as he gazed into Dick’s. “Kiss me.”

Dick didn’t even check to see if Harry was still asleep. Cupping the back of Lew’s head, he dropped his chin, tipped his head to the side, and felt Lew’s mouth, firm and wet and sweet, pressed to his.

He could barely make out the jagged edges of the mountains against the sky as he moved in to kiss Lew again, and he didn’t chase it away this time, the thought he couldn’t help but think.

A fellow could get used to this.

#kiss prompts #winnix #the balcony photo #lap kissing #lewis nixon #dick winters #ron speirs #carwood lipton #harry welsh #band of brothers #band of brothers fic #by me

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femaleboysblog · 5 years ago

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♥ super(hero) love ♥

| hwang hyunjin x superhero!reader | sorry for any mistakes! english is not my first language!

part i | part ii (final)

word count: 3.4k

warnings: tumblr!au, fanfic writer!reader x fan!hyunjin, enemies to lovers, fluff!!!, minor violence cause u know superhero stuff yadda yadda, some cursing here and there, (1) alcohol mention,

A/N: just rewriting some old stuff :) | gender neutral reader (if you consider dude a gender neutral term lol)

“ Hi y/n! I’m sorry if i’m bothering you, but i just came by to say that i’ve read your last chapter last night and i can’t help but fall in love with your writing, you never disappoint! You’re always so creative when it comes to making stories and putting them into words, it’s almost like you’ve lived them! haha. So i just wanted to ask, where do you get your ideas? What are your inspirations? With love, Genie ;)”

Damn it. I stared at the ask i just received for a few long and tortuous minutes, definitely more than it was actually necessary. But hey, don't blame me for that, i mean, how in the hell i'm supposed to answer that? I can’t just go and say "Hi again Genie! Thank you for all the love, i really appreciate it! I get all my inspiration on my day-to-day life as a superhero. You probably have heard about me, i'm that one person with white clothes that shows all the time - if not every single day, in the morning news for saving and helping the city and their beloved citizens. Most people just call me 'the light hero' even though they know the right name for the supervillains, in special, Scarlet Devil - my arch enemy. In case you don't know my superhero name either, i go by Starlight. Kinda lame, i know. But it fits with the backstory of how i got my powers. Since it's a situation i went through, of course i'm going to know all the details in full experience and in first person, even that one where the protagonist rips his pants in the middle of a fight in the street and in front of everyone, only to reveal his red underwear constrasting the rest of the outfit, that is something i will never be able to forget, sadly. Hope i didn't disappoint you!" Let's be real, i could. Kinda. But i won't be doing that for obvious reasons, i don't want even more people after my back because of this, the police is more than enough.

I sighed, pushing my chair closer to the desk and cracking my fingers so i could write something in return that didn't sound suspicious at all. "Hi Genie," i started, already struggling a little,"I really appreciate asks like this and i'm also happy to know that at least one person likes the lame things i write! :) I get all my inspiration from.." No, stop, stop. I can just go all in like that, i have to be subtle. Normal writers usually get their inspirations in a lot of differents things and ideas, if i say something like that there is a chance that it would come out weird. I think. "I get most of my inspiration in, well, superheros, of course. I read a lot of comics, books and i really like watching movies and animations with any types of heros. :)" Sent. That actually went a little better than expected. "Genie" whoever it was, sent another ask only a seconds after, i clicked on it already starting to feel anxious again. "That's so cool! I suppose you are into superheros in real life too. If so, are you fan of any of them?" Why did they had to send questions that are so hard and complicated to answer like that? The only superhero i know well enough to pretend that i am a fan of is Jeongin, you probably know him by Spark. But he also reads my blog and wouldn't let me live if i ever said i'm his fan, another thing i'm not really found of. Another superhero i'm really close with would be, well me, of course.

"Actually, i do. I'm a big fan of Starlight for some time, what about you?" I answered, my choice of words trying to be as lowkey and casual as possible, putting the right amount of weight in them. This person, whoever they were, seemed to be nosy sometimes like a shy high-schooler wanting to keep the conversation going with someone with that they liked and in a way, that was most likely the situation. They’re the only person who follows my blog for some time that i remember constantly sending me messages and checking up on me but the one thing that was different this time was that the person, my fellow readers, forgot to put the ‘anon’ option on this time, their blog url shined brightly and effortlessly on my computer screen.

This time, Genie took a while to answer, so i took that as a chance to take a look at their blog. Clicking on their url, i started scrolling down their posts. I couldn't help but cringe really hard when i started noticing that most of their posts was reblogs from fyeahscarletdevil and others fansites with cheesy compliments in the tags, they seemed to be a really big fan of the supervillain, my supervillain. The one who puts kittens in really high places where they can't come down anymore, the one who sets fire in close neighbourhoods backyards and gardens to ruin their grass and flowers they worked so hard on, the one who sets dogs out of their leashes suddenly creating an army of dogs or anything that would cause disturbance in the peace of those around him in the world. I want to say i am starting to see red out of anger but in all honesty, that would make me even more pissed. Red is his color, just like white is mine. Unclenching and relaxing my jaw, - bad habit, i know - i hadn’t even noticed Genie had answered. “Oh really? I’m a major fan of Scarlet Devil!” No shit, Sherlock. Duh. “I think he’s a great dude who fits perfectly in the whole ‘model’ supervillain concept! Especially when it comes to Starlight too! They both are made for each other and have a perfect chemistry, they would be nothing without one another like soulmates. I probably sound like a total nerd now, but thats what i think lol wbu? - Genie” They signed in the end, even though it was obvious it was them. Not only did this person ship me with my arch enemy, they were also a big giant nerd and a huge fanboy of the red devil. Rubbing my forehead, i prepared myself to write back a long and sharp reply arguing against everything they said, ready to win and probably lose one of my readers in the process. Or more than one, you never know how many creeps who are his fans are lurking on this website.

Turns out Genie, was a very cute boy called Hwang Hyunjin who lived close by the neighbourhood i lived at, he was tall and acted very shy when he wasn’t talking about things that he liked very much, such as supervillains, dancing and comics. After our argument that day about which one was better - Starlight and the one who shall not be named, we got extremely close to the point i couldn’t go one day without texting him and in some nights we’re one of us couldn’t sleep, we would call the other and talk for hours. Since today, we both had the day free, he suggested that we met in person for the first time and the weather being intensely hot and stuffy right now, we settled in the shopping, going for a walk and eating ice scream while getting to know each other more and maybe even watching a movie together. But if that’s not obvious enough already, i have a major, gigantic, mega, blast, huge, enormous crush on him. From the way he softly laughed when he talked about this new move he learned with his group of friends who danced too, from the way he asked me how my day went and actually listened to me talking about it carefully showing he actually did care, the way he blushed at every compliment i gave him. I could feel my heart beat faster with the thought of seeing his cute moles in person and of even having an opportunity to hold his hands. But, was this a date? Does he even like me back? Would he stop talking to me if he found out i am Starlight? Would he start liking me only because he found out i am Starlight? No, i should worry about all of this later. I took a deep breath in hope to calm myself down, looking at my phone. I’m not going to bring it with me this time, what if Jeongin calls me for an emergency or him being a trickster and ruining the moment? I shook my head. Y/N, you can’t think like that. As much as Nini can be a little shit sometimes, he’s still your baby brother and you need to be there for him when he gets into trouble with your uniform, fists and powers ready to help him. Grabbing my phone, i ran by the door hoping i would be able to get there in time.

I checked my phone. And then, checked again. No calls or texts from spark boy and most importantly, Hyunjin. I sighed in frustration, am i about to be stood up by my crush in our first time meeting in person? Is it bad that i’m getting ice scream before he shows up? Too many questions, calm down, ok? You’re the city’s biggest hero, you got this. - Hyunjin, Jin, Jinn-i said out loud to myself to distract from my anxiousness as i paid the lady for the ice scream but my line of thoughts were interrupted by well, another voice. A soothing voice. - Genie. Did you call me? You have three wishes. - he replied jokingly with a sweet smile in his lips and holding three fingers up. I just stared at him, amazed, not sure of what to do. It was like an angel had just spoke to me. - W-What? - he asked softly, his cheeks getting red out of embarassment. - Nothing, i just...I can’t believe you’re really here... - I trailed off while hugging him tightly. The way he hunched a bit to put his chin on my shoulder making my heart beat faster inside my chest. Get it together, Y/N. - Wait, - he stood back a little, to look at my face properly - You didn’t think i would leave you hanging, did you? - Well, it wouldn’t be the first time that happened. Nothing personal. - i said, trying to laugh it off. - Then you’ve been going out to dates with the wrong guys. If i couldn’t come, i would’ve called you or still had came here to let you know we can’t spend the day togethe- - D-Date? - i gasped quietly but he was still able to hear, his face getting a tad more redder. - Ye-yeah, i mean, if yo-you want to, i’m okay with that with thi-this being a date. Yeah.- he shrugged, looking down while visibly embarassed. - Yeah, i want that. It’s a date then! - i added confidently after he nodded, acting like it was no big deal for me. - Is it okay that i got ice scream without you? Sorry, it’s just that it’s so hot today, i couldn’t help myself. We can go back to the line if you want to! - No, it’s okay. Shall we? - he offered his arm which i accepted, his boyish eye smile making it even harder for me to control the butterflies in my stomach. I was falling for his charms, indeed. After a few minutes walking side by side and commenting on the things we saw on the windows of the stores, i decided i should finally take initiative. - So, what did you do today? Besides coming here, of course. - i asked with an interested smile before turning to my ice scream, the cold on my tongue seeming to help me deal with the hot weather better. God, why is it so hot today? What’s going on with the weather? - I slept really late before waking up and coming here, i almost lost track of the time. - he laughed lightly. - Oh, same. - i replied in a flat tone. Right, cause i totally didn’t take two hours to get ready for Miss ‘I woke up like this’ right here. - Unless for the time part. Did you stay up praticing your moves? - Something physical like that, yeah. - he said, serious. - Did you stay up last night too? - Yeah, actually. - i agreed, regretting instantly. I stayed up all night because Jeongin had trouble sleeping, nightmares which made him cause a blackout in the whole neighbourhood by accident. Me, being the good older sibling, brought him to the energy station of the city and helped him bring all the power back before tucking him into bed and waiting for him to sleep again. If only had it been that easy., tsk tsk. On my way to dragging my sleepy little brother back home, i was met face to face with my arch-enemy straying through the city’s street during the night, his shameless bad-boy persona flirting with me while showing off his dark jacket and threatning to set my shoes on fire making my blood boil again. The reminder that i shot his hand for touching me, leaving a lightburn mark. My brand. - Are you okay? - My date’s voice cut me off. I shook my thoughts away, i already spend too much time thinking about that damned boy who liked setting my life on fire. Sometimes too literally. - Yeah, i just have too much on my mind, i guess. I stayed up most part of the night because my brother couldn’t sleep..I had to hold him until he fell back sleep so he wouldn’t have nightmares. - Oh, i didn’t knew you had a brother! - he looked surprised, rolling his sleeves up while guiding us to sit somewhere more reserved. - He’s not really my brother, he’s like a....consideration brother, if that makes sense. It’s complicated. - In fact, it really isn’t. I really do consider Jeongin my brother, i take care of him at any and all times especially at matters that his parents couldn’t understand, his powers. But i can’t just explain that to any normal person. - I see. I have a brother too, actually. Older. His name is Chan. - he replied brightly. Frostkiller. No. Not every Chan you know is the frosty meanie who happens to be partner with the Scarlet Devil, i’m sure there’s a lot of Chan’s all there, in the world. Far away from here. I smiled back, making him laugh lightly, his eye smile showing up again and making my heart skip beats. He had his chin propped on the palm of his hand, his eyes looking down shyly, his pink lips pressed together in a small smile. - Aren’t you hot? I mean, i feel like i’m melting here even though there’s AC here. I don’t know what’s going on today with the weather. - Oh really? I don’t feel anything, i even thought today was a bit chilly, actually. - What? - i gasped loudly, stretching to touch his forehead with the back of my hand - Are you okay? You aren’t sick, are you? - Don’t. - he stated coldly, closing his hands around my wrist to stop me, his warm fingers digging on my skin. But it was a bit too late, my fingertips touching his forehead already, i flinched taking my hand back, fearing it would burn my skin. - Hyunjin, oh my god! You’re on fire! Aren’t you with fever, shouldn’t we head to a hospita- - No. I’m okay, really. Don’t worry about me, okay? I guess i’m just that hot, pun intended. - he opened a sweet smile, winking - I’m going to buy us something to eat, sit still. - i stared at him, mouth open, still on shock. What does he even mean with ‘i’m okay’? I felt like i just had touched a heated oven or fire. Pure fire. I stared at his back, confused. I have enough experience to know something was definitely up, something not common. My area of expertise. I opened my lips, about to argue back but something caught my eye as i analised his back. Red. I got up from the table, charging at his direction with my fists closed and ready to feed him his own teeth. - What do you want- Oh! - he turned around, his face flushing and his eyes getting a bit bigger because of our proximity. - Give me your hand. - i demanded in a stern manner while stretching out my own hand. - W-What? - he gasped innocently, not affecting me now that i know he’s not so innocent anymore. I pulled on his wrist, turning and examining his forearm and instantly finding exactly what i was looking for. - What’s this? - i questioned, trying to hold back the poison on my tone. He looked down, biting his lips nervously. - Ok, you got me. I stayed up last night cause i was partying with my team colleagues and one of them was so drunk he started playing with fire and i tried helping him before things got worse but he ended setting my sleeve on fire and burning me. I didn’t tell you cause i was scared of what you would think about me, i don’t want you to have the wrong impression. - I bit the inside of cheek, thoughtful. - It doesn’t look like a fire burn though? - he gasped like a fish out of water, i didn’t care about our surroundings and if we looked like a couple arguing, i let his arm go ready to throw my second accusation at him. - What’s this the- Before i could finish and stick my hand behind his back snatch the evidence from his pocket, i was interrupted. Dance the night away, let’s dance the night away! Ooh! I sighed loudly, taking my phone out of my pocket. and turning my back to him. - This is not over yet. - Hey, Y/N. Could you- the voice in the other side of the line said quickly but i cut him off. - No. I’m in the middle of a date as we are speaking, ok? I told you that earlier! I really like this guy and something sketchy came up, i can’t do my light thing right now. - i whispered the last part. -Bu-But, Y/N! - Here we go, the whining - I’m about to have my ass frostbitten! You need to help me! I’m your brother! Are you really just gonna leave your little brother freezing here? - Jeongin whined loudly, hissing noises echoing in the background. I flinched, already picturing the mess on the street with tall buildings half-frozen and snow covering the sidewalks and cars. - Is the grumpy old dude there? - Yes! And very much gladly, Scarlet Devil isn’t here yet. Lucky you. - Can’t you just tell him to calm down? I’m sure he won’t hurt you if you do that, he loves you just as much as he loves his penguins on North Pole. - Very funny, ha. Just come here, you firefly. - Fine! Let me make up an excuse then. - Thank you, Y/N! - he replied in a singing voice. - You own me a pizza. - i said flatly before hanging up. Turning around, my date boy scratched his neck, his cheeks visibly red and hyperventilating. He looked like he would melt away at any moment out of embarassment. - I gotta go. - Yeah, me too. My room mate texted me and he needs help with the, hm, - he coughed before continuing - Caking a bake,i-i mea-an, Baking a cake, yeah.. - Sure. - i nodded at him briefly and in an awkward way before leaving. - Bye. - Wait! - He reached for my arm - I can still text you, right? - he questioned shyly. - Not if you’re gonna keep lying like this to me, Hyunjin. - i see. - he nodded back after giving me a hurt puppy look and letting of of my arm. I felt my heart clench at the sight, i just wanted to hug him and give him a chance to explain himself but i needed to talk with someone first. I gave him a weak smile before going my way, knowing i had broken his heart. Maybe Changbin was right, i had a bad taste on guys.

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Risk It All

Idol: Tzuyu (Twice)

Prompt: h o w d y !!! I think I remember that admin Kiwi loves harry potter so i was wondering if there could be a slytherin!tzuyu (like how she's described as pureblood and stony in the Idols That Would Be In Slytherin post) au where she's a double agent, snape-style, and has to blow her cover to save her hufflepuff gf when their paths cross on separate missions.

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: Sorry for taking so long with this, I do love Hogwarts au’s so I really wanted this one to be perfect. As a disclaimer, I haven't read the books or watched the movies in a while so if something is weird I apologize- I hope this was what you had in mind anon!

Tzuyu knew she was a stereotypical Slytherin. She was a pureblood, first of all, from one of the most well-known wizarding families, who only got the best supplies from her parents. She was cold, mostly towards other houses but to some other Slytherins too. She knew how to get what she wanted and could slip her way out of any uncomfortable situation. Most of all, though, she had a sharp tongue that lashed out at any poor fool who thought it would be a good idea to upset her.

But anyone who actually knew her knew that she only acted that way because it was what was expected of her. Her friends knew that her teasing was playful and that she was actually shy, which was why she acted so cold to her fellow classmates. She even had a cute smile that only her closest friends knew. But that meant nothing. She was still the perfect pureblood Slytherin, expected to do everything her parents instructed of her.

So she wasn’t really that surprised when her parents called her home, and she came only to find the Dark Lord standing in her living room. Her parents had long been extremists, and it was hardly a shock to her that they would join the dark forces. Still, there was something in her usually uncaring heart that made her want to run away as her mother motioned for her to sit down.

“Tzuyu, honey, there is someone we want you to meet.” Voldemort smiled, his sunken face contorting to reveal even uglier teeth, and she did her best not to recoil in disgust.

“Chou Tzuyu. What a gifted student you are. Your parents have told me all about you.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Lord Voldemort,” she said, shoulders poised and face settled into a look of feigned attention. She’d had to pretend to like her parents acquaintances before, and she could easily do it again.

“Tzuyu, as you know, we believe that Lord Voldemort has brilliant ideas on how to fix the tattered and despicable state of the wizarding world. So we have decided to join him. And we want you to do the same.” She watched in mild horror as her parents rolled up their sleeves to reveal a mark she knew all too well. The mark of the Death Eaters. Of course, she’d expected this, but it didn’t make her any less sick in her stomach to see it, because she knew what her parents meant. She had no choice. She was to join the cause.

“Of course,” she said, tongue heavy in her mouth as she watched her parents smile at their perfect, obedient Slytherin daughter.

Voldemort’s voice sent chills up her back as he chuckled. “That’s what I was hoping you’d say. It would be brilliant to have someone as talented as you within those school walls.” It was over. She couldn’t go back. But still, bile climbed up the back of her throat as he took her arm and pushed up her sleeve.

Instinctively, she began to quiver, and her mother, mistaking her disgust and fear of the Dark Lord for fear of the pain, wrapped an arm around her her shoulders and pressed her lips up close to her ear. “Don’t worry, dear, it only hurts for a moment.” Voldemort’s wand touched Tzuyu’s skin, and she bit her lip, closing her eyes as a searing pain ripped through her arm. It only lasted for a moment, leaving behind a numb burning sensation on the skin, and she let out a gasp as he dropped her arm, not wanting to look down at the mark that now sullied her arm.

Her father cleared his throat and she opened her eyes to look up at him. “I’m proud of you for making the right choice, Tzuyu. Now, back to school you go. And remember, not a word of this to anyone.” She was still a little dizzy, but she nodded, standing up and stumbling a little as she left the room.

She didn’t even think about what she did next. There wasn’t even a pause to look down at the mark. As soon as she was back at the school, she went straight for Dumbledore's office, marching in and throwing out her arm for him to see before he could even ask her to explain herself.

“My parents joined the Death Eaters and forced me to join as well. But I don’t want to work for them. Tell me what to do.” She clenched her jaw in determination as Dumbledore looked down at her arm in shock. He gently touched her wrist, and she wanted to jerk away, the sensation of Voldemort’s touch still lingering on her skin. But she trusted Dumbledore, so she stayed still.

“Chou Tzuyu. You made the right choice by coming here.” Had she? She’d had two adults tell her she’d made the right choice by doing different things today. But this was the one she felt was right, and she didn’t care what her parents might think. “How do you feel about becoming a double agent?” She blinked. Looked up at him. “You’ll pretend to work for He Who Must Not Be Named, and give us information on the Death Eater’s movements and whereabouts. Just be careful, you mustn't let them catch you.”

“I cant do it,” Tzuyu said, lifting up her chin. She was the perfect Slytherin, after all, cunning and sly. She wouldn’t let them catch her.

Dumbledore smiled down at her and let go of her wrist, and Tzuyu knew that she’d just entered a new chapter of her life. Nothing was going to be the same now. “You’re a bright student, Ms. Chou. I’m trusting in you.”

Being a double agent wasn’t hard for Tzuyu. She had no special feelings for her parents, as she hardly spoke with them anyway, and she certainly had no ties or loyalty to Voldemort. There was also no need to worry about getting anyone hurt. Her Slytherin friends knew how to take care of themselves, and probably had ties with the Death Eaters anyway. She doubted they would be hurt, so really, she had no special ties to anyone that would make her worried about her involvement in the fight.

Until she met you, that is.

It was one evening after classes had ended that Nayeon pounced on her, begging her to go to the library with her.

“Come on, don’t you need to study?”

“When have I ever needed to study to get good grades, Nayeon,” Tzuyu said, turning around to shoot a look at her friend. “Why do you need someone to go with you to the library anyway?”

Nayeon flushed and quickly looked around to make sure no one was listening before leaning in close. “I’m meeting with Momo.”

“Momo? The Hufflepuff?”

“Shh, not so loud! Yes, Momo the Hufflepuff.”

“Why are you meeting with her?” Tzuyu, now intrigued, turned around with raised eyebrows, crossing her arms. “Don’t tell me you actually fell for a Hufflepuff.”

“Shut up! I did, okay? She’s really pretty and nice and she makes me laugh, what’s so wrong with that? I know you’re the perfect model Slytherin, but I thought you could maybe put house politics away for your friend!” Nayeon gritted her teeth, obviously upset, but before she could spin on her heel (or pull out her wand and knock Tzuyu out) the younger girl reached out and put a hand on her shoulder.

“Calm down. I was just asking a question. I’ll go with you.” Nayeon’s shoulders deflated with relief and a smile came back to her lips.

“Really? Thank you so much! We agreed that we’d bring friends so that people wouldn’t think it was a date, so I was worried that you wouldn’t come.”

“She’s bringing a friend too?”

Nayeon grinned and wiggled her eyebrows. “Yeah! Hey, who knows, maybe you’ll hit it off with her friend and we can double date.”

With a snort, Tzuyu rolled her eyes. “I doubt it. But I’ll come with you. Hurry up, though, the more you keep talking, the less time you’re going to have with your Hufflepuff boo.”

The library wasn’t very busy, mostly because tests were still a while away and it was almost the weekend, which meant everyone was more interested in relaxing. Still, Nayeon led her past their normal tables and towards the darker back of the library. One turn past a bunch of shelves with a layer of dust on the books was a table tucked back into the corner, and there sat Momo. As soon as she saw Nayeon, she beamed and jumped up to wrap her into a hug.

“You came!”

“Of course I came, did you think I was going to stand you up?” Nayeon still had the snark in her voice, but it was a lot softer and more affectionate now, and Tzuyu couldn’t help smirking. If only their Slytherin friends could see her now.

“I just didn’t think you would be able to convince a friend to come, honestly.”

“I was nervous about that too, but my best friend agreed to come with me.” Momo looked away from Nayeon and her eyes landed on Tzuyu, who waved awkwardly.

“Hey.”

“Oh wow, Chou Tzuyu?” Momo let out a little nervous laugh and moved away from Nayeon. “I seriously would have never expected you to come.” The ‘I thought you hated Hufflepuffs” was obvious, even if she didn’t say it, and Tzuyu just shrugged, shoving her hands down into her pockets.

“Nayeon’s my best friend.” Nayeon beamed and wrapped an arm around Tzuyu’s shoulders, getting up on her tip-toes to do so.

“It’s fine, she won’t rat us out or anything. I know she seems scary and everything, but she has a soft spot for me.” Tzuyu rolled her eyes, but didn’t bother refuting her best friend because it was true, mostly. She also really didn’t care about house politics, she just had to pretend to. “I promise she doesn’t bite.” Momo glanced back at the table, and for the first time, Tzuyu noticed you, and her heart stopped.

You were gorgeous, which was saying something, because she’s seen plenty of beautiful people in her pureblood lifetime. But your beauty was something different, something she’d never seen before. You were nothing like the purebloods she’d met, who’d probably gotten their good looks from their parents, who assured via potions and spells that their children would be good looking. Everything about you was real, and that captured her, pulled her in and left her staring with her mouth slightly agape.

“Well, as long as you promise. This is my friend, (Y/N). She doesn’t bite either, obviously.” Tzuyu snapped her mouth shut and swallowed. (Y/N). She liked that name.

“Um, nice to meet you,” she said, but this time, she wasn’t faking it. You gave her a shy little smile in return and moved further into the table to make room for her to sit beside you as Nayeon and Momo took their seats across the table, hands intertwined.

“Nice to meet you too, Tzuyu.” From your voice, she could tell that you were nervous, and for the first time ever, she regretted being the perfect Slytherin. Suddenly, she was hyper aware of her actions, sitting down as softly as she could and gently setting her books down on the table, much different than how she typically tossed them down.

Nayeon gave her a look from across the table, eyebrows raised and a smile playing on her lips as she leaned her head on Momo’s shoulder, and she could feel her face heating up slightly as she glared down at her textbook. What was going on with her?

Licking her lips, she tried to ignore the display of affection from the two girls in front of her and turned to look at you. “Um. So did you actually want to study, or?” You let out a nervous giggle and shifted the textbook in front of you.

“I guess I should, since I’m almost failing potions.” Tzuyu raised her eyebrows. This was something she could help with.

“I’m pretty good at potions, I could help you study, if you want.” Your eyes lit up.

“Really?” You looked shocked, almost in disbelief, and Tzuyu found herself smiling one of those rare smiles that were reserved for her closest friends only. You were cute.

“Really. I promise I don’t bite.” You glanced from Momo and then back to her before nodding.

“Well. If it’s really no trouble, I’d really appreciate your help.” Tzuyu flipped open her own potions textbook and took out her quill, spinning it through her fingers.

“It’s no problem, really. Now, what do you need help with?” You perked up and leaned forward, opening your own book and scooting closer to her, and she considered herself successful.

“Well, I stopped understanding things a couple weeks ago...”

These library meetings became routine, and eventually they actually started feeling like double dates. Nayeon took the opportunity to tease Tzuyu about it, revenge for the years of teasing from the younger girl, but Tzuyu didn’t really mind. For the first time ever, she had someone who she looked forward to seeing, someone who distracted her from everything else going on in her life. She’d never met anyone who made her feel like you made her feel. And for the first time, she started to worry about being a double agent.

She’d told nobody about what she was doing, shown no one other than other Death Eaters and Dumbledore her mark. But for some reason, she felt like she should tell you, both because she didn’t want you to get hurt because of her, and because she didn’t want you to get attached to her, only for her to die. It was a dark thought, but a real one, that kept her up at night. She’d never loved anyone before, not any more than a friendly sort of love that she had for Nayeon and some of her other friends, like Yeri or Xiyeon. But she knew that she loved you, and that changed everything. It suddenly made what she was doing very, very scary.

She came to the conclusion that she could never tell you, because if you knew, it would only put both of you into danger. She also realized that she should start to distance herself from you, for your own good. But she was still trying to figure out how she’d do it without hurting you when it happened.

You asked her out.

She stood there mouth agape, staring at you. You sat in your normal spot in the secluded library table, except Momo and Nayeon were nowhere to be seen, and you had a blush dusting your cheeks, twisting your hands together.

“I’m sorry, I know you might not want to date me because I’m a Hufflepuff, and I probably made you uncomfortable, and you probably don’t like me-.”

“It’s not that,” she said, finally getting her mouth to work as she surged forward, making you jump. “It’s none of that. I don’t care about your house and I’m not uncomfortable and I do like you. It’s just....” Her heart sunk as she looked at your wide eyes and your lip caught in your teeth. She loved you. And she wanted to tell you that. But she couldn’t. “I’m sorry, I can’t.”

“Why?” Your voice broke as you leaned forward, reaching out to grab her hand. “If it’s just about your house, that doesn’t matter! We can keep it secret, just like Nayeon and Momo! If you like me too, it shouldn’t be a problem.” Her heart surged in her chest, and she had to sit down, slipping into the seat across from you.

“I.... I have a secret. I’m not doing this because of me. I’m doing this to protect you.” Your face twisted and she hung her head.

“You’re a Death Eater, aren’t you. I knew it, Slytherins can’t be trusted, I can’t believe I feel for your façade.”

Tzuyu’s heart dropped and she shook her head, reaching out to grab your hands back. She couldn't take it if you thought she hadn’t been sincere in everything she’d said, and the words came tumbling out before she could stop them. “No! Please, (Y/N), listen to me. I’m not one of them.” There were tears in your eyes, but she kept speaking. “My parents, they are, and they forced me to join, but I’m working for Dumbledore instead, I swear. But it’s dangerous, both for me and for anyone close to me. And I don’t want to see you get hurt, (Y/N). You mean too much to me.” Her voice was soft now, and you were fully crying now, squeezing her hands.

“I’m sorry I assumed the worst.” She swallowed and moved over to join you on the other side of the table to wrap you up in a hug, awkward with affection but wanting to hold you. “But I can take care of myself.”

“I don’t doubt that, but I don’t want you to get hurt because of me.” You sniffed and reached up to cup her face gently in your hands, looking her in the eyes.

“Tzuyu, I love you. I really do. And I’m willing to accept that danger because I love you. I’m already in danger being a student here, what’s a little more danger?”

“And what if I die?” The thought had never scared her before, but now it did.

“I’ll just have to take that risk. I want to be with you, Tzuyu.” You had already made up your mind, and now it was Tzuyu’s turn. She stared down into you earnest eyes and took a deep breath.

“I want to be with you too. But you have to promise me you won’t tell anyone about anything we’ve talked about tonight.”

“I promise.”

And so the two of you started to date. For the first time ever, Tzuyu felt truly happy. And for a while, nothing happened and everything was fine.

That was until the war finally started. Although Tzuyu was now a secret part of Dumbledore's Army, she still had to help her parents and the other Death Eaters pull off their crimes. Crimes that made Tzuyu sick to her stomach, unable to watch as her own parents tortured innocent victims after playing good to the Ministry. No matter how much she relayed information to the other students in Dumbledore’s Army, there were plenty of things that they couldn’t stop, and plenty of things that Tzuyu had to play a hand in to keep her cover.

The more she saw of what the Death Eaters could do, the less she wanted you to get involved. Her own parents wouldn’t hesitate to kill her if it was shown that she was the traitor relaying information to the other side, so there would be no mercy towards you, a halfblood Hufflepuff that went against everything the Death Eaters believed in. But no matter how much she begged for you to stay out of it, you refused.

“Everyone is out there fighting,” you said, the day you officially joined Dumbledore’s Army. “You’re risking your life. I can’t just stand by and do nothing. If they get their way, my family is in trouble.” At that moment, Tzuyu knew she wouldn’t be able to convince you otherwise, because you were just as fueled to fight as she was. So she stepped back and let you, hoping with everything in her that nothing would happen to you.

But this was war against some of the most ruthless wizards the wizarding world had ever saw, and you were part of the only force standing in their way. Something was bound to happen.

The day that something happened, Tzuyu was frantic. Although she’d relayed to Dumbledore’s Army that they were heading straight into a trap as both sides tried to reach a piece of the Dark Lord’s soul, the other students had decided to go in anyway, putting themselves directly in harms way in hopes of surprising the Death Eaters by knowing what the trap was and avoiding it.

“You don’t know how dangerous they are,” she hissed from under her cloak, slamming her hands down onto the table. The group was hidden away in a secret room in Hogwarts, the only place where Tzuyu and a few of her Slytherin companions could meet with the group without fear of being seen. “Even if this mission goes well, someone is going to get hurt! They have no mercy, I’ve seen it with my own eyes. You can’t meet them head-on like this.”

“We do know how dangerous they are,” Nayeon challenged, “my parents are Death Eaters! We saw Cedric be murdered! Sorn’s parents were tortured until they went insane, Momo was almost killed on our last mission. Chaewon might never be able to use her arm again because of them. We know. But we have to stop them, so we have no choice!”

Tzuyu’s face twisted. Why didn’t they understand? “All I’m asking is that you come up with a better plan! There’s only so much I can do on my side, and I care too much about all of you for you to get hurt!”

“Tzuyu, calm down.” Jihyo spoke from the head of the table and everyone turned to look at her. “We understand the risks of this mission. But that piece of the soul cannot fall into their hands. We will take your advice and go in the back way so that we only encounter a few Death Eaters instead of all of them. But this is something we have to do.” Jihyo was right, and Tzuyu knew it, but she still let out a sigh and slumped down. “Don’t worry. Nayeon, Suyeon, and I will lead the group and we’ll put our other strongest on the sides, like Sowon and Irene.”

“Just be careful.” Her voice cracked, and you reached over to press a hand to her shoulder, eyebrows furrowed with worry. She was no longer the perfect Slytherin. She was just a scared kid who didn’t want to lose any more friends, and as the room fell quiet, she knew that everyone else was the same. And she couldn’t wait for this war to end.

The day the trap was set into motion, Tzuyu could hardly concentrate on what her parents were telling her to do. She knew that you were coming in on this mission too, and that scared her.

“Tzuyu, dear, are you listening?”

“Hm? Oh, yes. Sorry, I was just thinking.” Her mother raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms.

“I expect you to listen to me when I am speaking.”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry.”

“Lord Voldemort wishes for you to be lookout at the other entrance.” Was this fate? Or did he know something? Tzuyu was glad she was so good at staying stony, because her heart was beating like crazy inside her chest. “I expect that you won’t give any mercy to your classmates if you do see them. Your loyalty lies with Lord Voldemort. Do you hear me?” Tzuyu nodded.

“Yes, ma’am. I understand.”

“Good. Now go. They will be here at any moment.” Tzuyu nodded once more and ducked away, wand clutched so tight in her hand she was afraid she might snap it in half. Even as she approached, she knew. There were other Death Eaters positioned at the back entrance with her. Biting her lip, she desperately wished that she could warn her friends somehow as she climbed into position, nodding at the other wizards. She needed a game plan. But what could she do?

She could always pick off the wizards on her side when the students came in and caused confusion, but if anyone saw it was her, she would be outed. She could send a warning flare, but that would be the same issue. Her plan had originally been to be nowhere around them when they came in, but that wouldn’t work now, and the other students would be no match for the wizards that surrounded her, not even Nayeon and Jihyo. There were too many, too strong.

As she agonized over the situation, she heard it. The sound of brooms flying through the air. Clenching her wand again, she stood up, only to almost collapse back down. You were almost in the front, right behind Jihyo, Nayeon, and Suyeon. She couldn’t let this happen, you would be an easy target. As she stumbled back, looking frantically around at the Death Eaters raising their wands, Jihyo charged in, wand raised and jaw clenched in concentration with the rest of the group following her. Tzuyu held her breath, watching as those on the sides did their best to hold off the spells. And then Nayeon fell, leaving you open, and her eyes landed on one of the Death Eaters pointing his wand at you, opening his mouth to utter the killing spell.

She didn’t even think.

“Ventus!” It was a spell that she wasn’t supposed to know how to wield, a spell not taught at Hogwarts that she’d found deep inside a spell book tucked away in her manor’s library. At her words, the air erupted into a wind that threw the Death Eater’s from their perches and wobbled the brooms of the students even out of its range. There was a yell from one of the Death Eaters below her, but she didn’t even pause, throwing herself down onto the ledge below to point her wand at him. “Stupefy!”

Her cover was gone, but she tried not to think about it as she climbed down to run to Nayeon’s side. “Go inside,” she yelled, “and hurry!” Jihyo nodded and pulled full-stream ahead, but you broke the line and flew down to dismount on the ground beside her, shaking slightly.

“You saved my life,” you said, and she bit her lip, nodding and leaning down to check Nayeon’s pulse. She was still alive, so she’d probably just been hit by a stupefy spell. Still, she needed to be seen, she’d fallen from a high height. “But now your cover is blown.”

“I wasn’t going to let them kill you,” she said, voice stern as she stood up and looked around, wary for any other Death Eaters.

“I knew you were a traitor.” She spun on her heel, wand at the ready, to see her mother standing at the corner, watching her with cold eyes. “You’re a disgrace to the family.” The other students should have been able to get the horcrux by now, and Nayeon’s broom lay on the ground near her. If she could just hold her mother off long enough for them to get back....

“Voldemort is a tyrant,” she said, voice level as she stared back at her mother. “You couldn’t have expected me to sit by and let his actions go unchecked.”

“I expected you to be a loyal daughter.” Her mother’s wand moved from her to you, and Tzuyu gritted her teeth. “And you’ve picked up a halfblood pet? Disgusting.”

“She isn’t a pet, mother. She’s a witch just like me.”

“She is nothing like you. Your blood is pure, your lineage is proud. How could you sully your own family name?”

“I don’t care about the family name, I care about the people who actually love and care about me!”

“You’re a traitor!” Her mother leveled her wand at you and began to utter a curse, and Tzuyu jumped in front of you, eyes hard.

“Crucio!” Her mother dropped to the ground, screaming and writhing in pain, and you gasped.

“Tzuyu, that spell-.”

“We have to show them that we’re willing to fight back. That was for all my friends who have been hurt,” she said, face stony as she bent to pick up Nayeon. “Hurry, everyone is coming back. We have to go before more come.” As she hoisted Nayeon into her arms and picked up the broom, Jihyo emerged, the rest of the group following her.

“Is Nayeon-?”

“She’s alive, I’ve got her! Keep going, we’ll catch up!” The broom was unfamiliar, and it was hard to ride with Nayeon in her arms, but Tzuyu was determined. And as she flew up into the air, you right beside her, she looked back down at her mother.

“Tzuyu, are you okay?” She swallowed and turned her gaze back to you and the rest of the group. She knew she would never be able to see her parents again. She was no longer their daughter. But they had never really loved her anyway.

“I’m okay. You, Nayeon, and the rest of the group, you’re my real family. And I don’t mind risking everything to make sure you’re all safe.” The air was quiet, the chaos of the fight long behind, and you flew close to her side. Everyone had gotten out okay, and Nayeon was still breathing. The war still raged on, but they were all one step closer to victory. And Tzuyu knew this would all be worth it, as long as she could keep protecting the people she loved.

“Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

#twice #tzuyu #chou tzuyu #twice scenarios #tzuyu scenarios #girl group scenarios #kpop scenario #twice scenario #tzuyu scenario #girl groups #kpop girl groups #hogwarts au

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imsarabum · 8 years ago

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Responses to {Part 15} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU Asks~

Please ‘Keep Reading’ to find my response to your ask ^^ As always, I have copied and pasted all asks into this post in regards to last night’s chapter to avoid clogging up people’s dashboards and to avoid spoilers for those who may still wish to read the chapter. Thank you ^^

ALSO I have included asks I received to do with IWSY in the hours leading up to before I posted it because there was a few! So if you sent in an ask to do with IWSY and I didn’t post it - it will be in this post!

@kpopppimagines said: *Looks at clock, notices time, starts to dance strangely and do weird jazz hand motions* Wooooooooo yeahhhhhhhh! So excited! Xx 🙌🏼🙌🏼💕

Ahhh I really hope you liked the chapter love!

Anonymous said: Hope the new chapter will be as great as the rest!! Really looking forward to what direction the story will go in❤️❤️

I hope it lived up to your expectations :D

@mocking-butts said: I'm probably way too excited for this chapter because holy moly i need more!!! Honestly one of my favorite fanfics i love it <3

I really hope you enjoyed it my dear ^^ Thank you very much!

@audreymv said: I wanna kill Yoongi like mate I UGH I CANT. Like why and now Jungkook cant tell her his secret just omg everything os crashing down. I love this so mich but Yoongi he is ooooo on my list in this fanfic. Loving it so far 😘😘😘

Just when he was about to tell her :c How can he tell her now?! heh ^^ Thank you so much for reading it!

Anonymous said: Wow, new chapter of IWSY was really good! I'm so glad to finally get some backstory on the reader, but I kind of feel bad for Jungkook now.. Because how will the reader react when he tells her? And Yoongi's going to the ball so she'll recognise him.. Ahhh! Well, I suppose there's nothing to do but patiently wait. Stay healthy and keep up the hard work! Thanks

I’m so happy you thought it was good! I guess we’ll just have to wait and see how she will react when/if he tells her ^^ lol Thank you so much for reading and I hope you stay healthy too!

@loverofotome said: 😱😱 IT'S THEIR FATE TO BE TOGETHER 😱😱 I was definitely not expecting that. Yoongi seems to think there's something special about her and I can't help but wonder what that is. Ahhh! I love your writing and it's so good, as always. I can't wait until next week!

IT WAS DESTINY~~ hehe ^^ I wonder what’s so special about her? I guess we will have to wait to find out :D Thank you so much for reading and I hope you have an awesome day :)

@doubletroublesince1994 said: NOPE. NEVER EXPECTED THIS. BUT THIS. HOW DARE YOU. OMGGGG WHY DO I FEEL LIKE YOU LEFT ME WITH A CLIFFHANGER EVEN IF IT ISN'T ONE?????? UGH I LOVE YOU.

I am very very sorry c: hehe~ I love you too and thank you very much for reading the chapter!!

Anonymous said: oh my gosh, yoongi.. what he did was so cruel. and that's why he's looking for y/n... i'm really curious about when and what's going to happen when y/n finds out jungkook is a vampire

Why did he do it though? And what’s the reason he is looking for her? Is it to just dimply finish what he began? If so - is he going to go looking for Sid, too? ;o SO many questions! haha ^^ Thank you for reading the chapter!

@omelys-space said: IT ALL CONNECTS GOD DAMN! Like how amazing is this update 😍 I am honestly excited for every update you post and they never let me down Thank you ❤

I’m so happy that you can see it all connecting and beginning to come together to make a bigger picture! There is still much more to come :D hehe Thank you very much and it makes me happy that you said I never let you down. Thank you!

Anonymous said: Honestly this fan fiction is one of the best things I've ever read. I hate reading, but this story has changed my perspective about it! IWSY is also the first long fanfic that I've read heh~ I just want you to know that I think you are a really good writer and the stories that you make are amazing! I am in love with this story!❤️❤️ -Ro (you don't know me but I'm gonna put my name anyway☺️)

Hi Ro! :D Ahhh thank you so much for your wonderful words, I’m smiling so much! And thank you also for reading my series and I’m so happy that you’re enjoying it ^^

@deangetoutofmyspleen said: IM S C R E A M I NG I DIDNT EXPECT THAT AT ALLLLLL FUCJSKSKKFMFMGMDMAMZMXMXKSK I LOVE

YAAAAAY I’m glad I could surprise you! I think a lot of people thought it was either going to be Yoongi or Jungkook that had something to do with her parents death. But in a way - they both did, I guess :D Thank you so much for reading the update!!

@im-so-scared-aaaa said: Ok, I'm suppose to be studying, but now I'm shooked ^^ Thank you😿

I hope you managed to get back to studying you naughty child! c: Haha thank you so much for reading it and I hope you enjoyed it too!

Anonymous said: That curveball thoooooooo I don't want jungkook to be hurt :"( how is he ever going to tell reader about his secret like this 😰😰😰😰

I know :( How could you ever tell someone that after what they just told you? :(

Anonymous said: OMG This chapter give me chills!!! It's amazing, I am loving how the plot starts to thicken ... things are about to get a while lot more intense and complicated isn't it ?!😏 I honestly can't wait for the update , thank you so much for updating every week. I Love you and you writing so much❤

I’m so happy I could give you chills c: And...it may possibly get more complicated and intense from this moment on...yes c: Thank you so much for reading and I love you too! Have an awesome day :D

Anonymous said: Ah this chapter was so angsty... I never read angst but You did so well!! Ta! x U.K. Anon :)

I do enjoy writing angst a lot :) It’s been a hot minute since I’ve written something very angsty since my Who Are You? series! Thank you so much fellow U.K anon!

@moonlighthollow said: I somehow new that her parents were killed by a vampire But Holy shit it's yoongi He's scary af 😐 Poor brother😭 Poor girl😭 And poor jungkookie😭 It was good as always tho😅😊

Idk about you but evil Yoongi gives me such a sexy vibe isfskdgksjng lol Thank you for reading the update and I hope you have a wonderful day babe!

Anonymous said: I don't know if I'm shivering because it's cold in my room, or because of ch 15 of IWSY... Oh my fxxking god!!!! I mean, there were hints, so the plot doesn't come as much as a surprise, but the writing style had me sucked into the story completely! Loved it! 👏🏻💕

I am also shivering but my reason is that it is DEFINITELY cold right now TT I want it to be summer already I’m so DONE with the cold lol Thank you very much for reading the update and I hope you’ll enjoy the future chapters too!

Anonymous said: I LOVE YOU AND WRITING SOOO MUCH!!! ❤❤❤

I LOVE YOU TOO THANK YOU BABE! :D

Anonymous said: Hi Sara!! I'm the anon that had that super late 7:45 class, so I couldn't read IWSY a couple weeks ago when it updated. ANYWAYS, I usually post some kind of ask to you every update you have, but the past couple weeks I haven't been able to because of school T.T SO, I wanted to finally message you again and tell you how WONDERFUL IWSY is! Not gonna lie, it is my ALL TIME FAVORITE FIC that I have ever found on Tumblr! Like the last couple chapters with the smut.. WOO DAMN GIRL. (cont.) Usually I read the smut for the smut (lol), BUT when I read those chapters, I was so engrossed in the story that I wanted to know what was going to happen next more than reading more smut X3. AND THEN YOU HAD TO COME OUT WITH THIS NEXT CHAPTER AND HOT DAMN. I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING. IVE BEEN TRYING TO GET MY FRIENDS TO READ IWSY SO THAT I CAN TALK TO THEM ABOUT IT BUT NO ONE WILL LISTEN TO ME >.< Anyways, keep up the good work! You keep throwing curve balls my way gah damn. (2/2) - 7:45 anon

Hello 7:45 anon! That’s okay, I completely understand and you don’t have to apologise or explain yourself because school/work is important and I’m glad you’re focused on your studies! But thank you so much for reading and catching up with the series, and I’m really happy that you’re liking it ^^ Awwww I hope once of your friends reads it too so you guys can talk about it with each other! That’s so cute haha c: Thank you so much and I hope you have a great week :D

Anonymous said: BRRROOOOOOOOOHMYGOD WHAT THE FUCK HWAT THE FUCK WHAT THE F U C K OOOHHHH MY GOD!!!! pls tell me the next chapter is the charity ball I'm READY for the action the drama GIRL PLS I cannot wAIT GIRL!!! That chapter had me yelling at the top of my lungs 😱😱😱

*giggles* thank you so much for reading! The ball will come soon - I promise! Just hold on tight a bit longer :D I hope you enjoyed it my dear!

@fashionkilla124 said: I love you. That I won't stop you story just stopped my heart. I honestly knew yoongi had something to do with but when I found out yoongi killed her parents I was like NOOOOI NOT MY BABY YOONGI AWWW LAWD TAKE THE WHEEL PLEASE. I cant wait for next week I'll probs have a heart attack next chapter

Awh I love you too :D hehe~ Evil baby Yoongi what is he doing :c lol thank you so much for reading the update and I really hope you’ll look forward to next week too!!

Anonymous said: Omg poor Sid 😞 he was only four...DAMMIT Yoongi

I know :( Poor Sid indeed - but I wonder why Yoongi did it...;)

Anonymous said: Damn in the span of like four days (not including the hours they're at work) they've managed to christen every room the house, didn't you say there were like 13 bedrooms and 5 bathrooms, not to mention the kitchen, living room etc.?? Damn they got busy 😏

LOLOLOL they got busy indeed c: Haha it was more so meant as a sexually comedic idiom, but if it’s possible it’s possible! lol I hope you enjoyed the chapter my dear :D

Anonymous said: BISH. I'm jungshook rn. I can't. I love you. But why you play with my emotions like this? I love this story. I love you. I love Jungkook. I love the way chapter 15 snatched my edges and left them at a bus stop in Miami. You're the best. ~With love, New Kookie Anon

Hello new kookie anon! lol Jungshook~ I think everyone becomes a little Jungshook from time to time c: I love you too my dear!! I hope you got home safely from the bus stop in Miami xD thank you so much for reading the update!

Anonymous said: OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK AHHHHHH SARA OMG I CANT FUCKING EVEN OF COURSE YOONGI KILL ED Y/NS PARENTS AND NOW WANTS HER BLOOD. OMG OF FUCKING COURSE. I NEED TUESDAY TO COME BACK HOLY SHIT I'M SCREAMING SARA. Y DO YOU DO THIS TO ME. I CANT EVEN THINK CLEARLY THIS FUCKED ME UP THIS MADE MY DAY 10000X BETTER BECAUSE I HAD A SHITTY DAY. SO THANK YOU I LOVE YOU BUT FUCK OMG I AM SHOOK

OOOOOH BUT WHY DOES HE WANT HER BLOOD?! That’s the most important question ;D lolol I’m so glad I could make your day a little less shitter though c: I love you too and thank you so much for reading the new chapter my dear!

Anonymous said: OMG MY HEART! THIS WHOLE CHAPTER WAS JUST SO HAJSKCLZPAVAVAFUCABAKDLXLXNAL(ノﾟДﾟ)

AHHHHH I HOPE THAT’S A GOOD THING! I hope you enjoyed it ^^

Anonymous said: Oh mai gawdddd!!! Sara you're such a good writer! Part 15 of IWSY gave me the major feels!!!! Poor kookie... Halfway through part 15, I already knew what was going to happen before I read it, but you're so skilled that you still managed to make it sad T-T. I can't wait for part 16!!!

Ahhh thank you so much my darling :) You’re too kind to me! Thank you very much for reading the update and I hope you enjoy the next chapter as well!

Anonymous said: I cant believe Vampire evil yoongi was looking for y/n since back then ONG GET A LIFE LMAO love your serie💜

But remember that he has been locked up for the past 13 years! So he has had a lot of time to plan c: Thank you so much for reading and enjoying it my love ^^

Anonymous said: 😭😭 I wish it's a happy ending for Jungkook and Y/N, in the "I Won't Stop You" series. I love you Author-nim!

I wish for that too my dear! I love you too and thank you for reading my series *hugs* Have a wonderful day!

@jynxy24 said: SARA SARA SARA SARA SARA!!!! WHEN WILL JUNGKOOK TELL Y/N?! ARGHHHH YOU ARE PLAYING WITH MY FEELINGS! LIKE JUST WHEN HE WAS ABOUT TO TELL? COME ON!!! This is just like when I found out Who Are You was a dream. T.T But i still love your writing Sara! Great chapter today, stay awesome! 👅👅

But how can he tell her straight away now right after she just dropped that bombshell on him?! So many questions hehe :P I hope you enjoyed the chapter anyway my dear ^^ I hope you have a wonderful week and thank you so much for reading!

@lostheretics said: i thought they were going to the fundraising ball in part 15 but they had a deep talk instead asdfghjkl kill me rn bc y/n's secrets omg😭😭 iM STILL CONFUSED WHAT's THE SPECIAL THING THAT YOONGI WANTS FROM HER

Deep, heart to heart pillow talks are my fav thing in the world *feels very soft at this thought* ahhhh :c lolol And I guess you’ll just have to wait to find out why he wants her so badly! Hopefully, someone will be able to tell Jungkook too, before it’s too late...heh ^^ Thank you for reading my love and I hope you’re enjoying the story!

Anonymous said: oh my fucking god :( i hope y/n wont abandon jungkook once she found out he a whole dracula :(( oh my god no but then ill love that because I LOVE PAIN but no dont do it LMAO WAIT WILL Y/N RECOGNIZE YOONGI AT THE BALL HOLY FUCKING SHIT

I hope she won’t either :c He deserves to be loved since he is so capable of loving now! You masochist hehe (fucking same tho) c: Thank you so much for reading my dear!

Anonymous said: SO YOONGI HAS BEEN LOOKING FOR Y/N FOR YEARS NOW??? IT SEEMS LIKE Y/N'S PARENTS PROTECTED HERSMJWHFJD WHAT IS SO IMPORTANT ABT HER IS SHE SOME TYPE OF VAMPIRE GOD LIKE SOMEONE EVEN MORE SUPERIOR THAN JUNGKOOKS FAMILY?? IS THAT WHY YOONGI WANTS HER SO MUCH???

Well if you remember, Yoongi has been locked up for 13 years but has now only escaped with the help of Namjoon, Hoseok and Seokjin! Hehe I hope you enjoy how the story unfolds c: Thank you so much for reading!

Anonymous said: OMG THE BACK STORY I'M CRYING how will y/n react if jungkook tell her the truth bruh I can't take the suspense AND ALSO IS THE BALL NEXT WEEK???? I WANNA SEE HER DRESS OMG

In the story, Y/N and Jungkook are currently talking when it is Friday night - so the ball is on the Saturday; which is the next day! c: And yessssss! I wonder what type of dress Taehyung and Jimin are creating...I think it will be a masterpiece~ Thank you for reading my series! :D

@semisweetsuga said: MY HEART. SARA MY LOVE YOU HAVE HURT ME BUT I'M OKAY WITH IT BECAUSE THAT UPDATE WAS BEAUTIFUL. I LOVED IT SM GOOD JOB!!

I’m sorry for hurting your heart Koto :c Please forgive me ahhhhh. I love you a lot and thank you for always being so fucking awesome ^=^

@manibbunny said: i am sure that Y/N will be understanding of jungkook when he tells her about him being a vampire. she will get sad but she loves him and she knows he's different and won't do something like that ever again. loved the new chapter btw!

I hope she is understanding of Jungkook too! I think if you really love someone and have feelings for them like that - love can always find a way and triumph. So I hope that’s the case for Jungkook and Y/N too! Thank you for reading the update my love and I hope you enjoy the rest of the series too!

Anonymous said: Oh yoongi's been after OC since she was young.. Loved the chapter. I'm even more excited to find out what's special abt the OC. I wonder also why jungkook (and taehyung) dont know what's special if yoongi knows? (You dont need to answer that ofc. just me voicing my thoughts while reading). Looking forward to next tuesday~

Don’t worry - I always love to read people’s thoughts so think and say all you want! But yeah, you’re right - I won’t ever say whether is someone is wrong or right :3 Jungkook and Y/N will be talking with Taehyung and Jimin before the ball when they go to get her dress (which is the next day in the story if you remember ^^) So I wonder if something will happen then?! c: Thank you for reading and enjoying my series dear ^^ It means a lot to me!

@animeimmortal said: wow. Just wow. Like I am so curious as to how this is going to turn out but right now I'm just amazed omg

I hope you’ll enjoy how the story unfolds and pans out in time! Thank you for reading the update beautiful ^=^

@taekookiesandcream said: Sara, my love, part 15 was amazing! You keep out-doing yourself!! You're so so talented and I want you to know your very appreciated! Also, I feel really bad for only speaking to you when you update lol, I'll try and speak to you more often, pinky promise 🙋🏼💕

Ach, thank you so much my little flower ^^ And no oh my goodness don’t feel bad about doing that! You can always talk to me whenever you wish - my DMs are always open! (although I may not be able ot reply straight away due to work and Uni etc~ I will reply eventually lol!) Thank you so much dear :D

Anonymous said: SHIT JUST GOT REAL

YOU BET YOUR DAMN ASS IT GOT REAL HOHOHOHO

#queue #I Won't Stop You #Asks #Responses #IWSY #imsarabum

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ulyssesredux · 8 years ago

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Aeolous

ONLY ONCE MORE THAT SOAP.

It shall be thrown down the steps, scattering in all things fairly, and I knew his wife too. What is the parasite's silk, never admitting Counsel O' the body.

―O me!

―Everything was going swimmingly—Fine!

Do not cry havoc, where the different churches are: make good the city and to have mercy.

―I'll tell you.

LIFE ON PROBOSCIS.

Messenger took out his arm for emphasis. -I have often thought since on looking back over that strange time that it make me Believe that does harm to my will have it as an inventory to particularise their abundance; our then dictator, Whom with all manner merchandise furrow the waters of the Bowery guttersheet not to wait on Fortune till these wars.

IN WELLKNOWN RESTAURANT.

Yield, Marcius, their smokes ascending in frail stalks that flowered with his finger to me that reproves my fault, Mr Bloom said. His listeners held their cigarettes poised to hear patiently and, on a hot plate, Myles, he said: Monks, the press.

―Sorry, Mr Bloom said. Irish.

―Bulldosing the public! Looks as good a deed whereat valour will weep.

Ay, but to do; for your giant, sweet as my revenge find notable cause to be here. Ned, Mr Dedalus said.

-Right, Mr Bloom passed on out of that pocket. —Yes, he said.

―He boomed that workaday worker tack for all it was, Myles Crawford said.

―For Helen, the opal hush poets: A should follow, but, I dare so far beneath your soft and tender breeding; and on the sea.

―Only make trial what your love. Almost human the way and then all blows over.

SHINDY IN WELLKNOWN RESTAURANT.

Which they accordingly did do, in green, steeped in the Clarence.

―

Sent his heir over to make the welkin dance indeed? Myles Crawford cried. —I'll tell thee true. Cut me to be, J J O'Molloy said not without his true purchasing. Mark you this, Sir Toby, my bawcock! —The idea, Mr O'Madden Burke said. His finger leaped and struck him on to the prayer of the stuff.

―You'll find it other. Dick Adams, the Childs murder case.

Saw you aufidius? Proceed, Cominius, Marcius is worthy of present death. The stream? But they are coming.

He looked about him round his loud unanswering machines. There it is! What's the matter, you can imagine the style of his spelling.

―Stephen Dedalus, staring from the stable.

―Return OF BLOOM—The accumulation of the morning, Red Murray whispered. Strange he never saw pen and ink.

Know, good youth, I warrant you, sir. —Bombast! A E 's leg.

Wherefore are these things further thought on, Sandymount Green!

GENTLEMEN OF THE WIND.

―—What is about to follow him, they say.

Well. They save up three and tenpence in a Kilkenny paper.

I'll get the plums out of hand: you shall chance to whip your information, and some dogs will catch well.

―

They see the Joe Miller.

―—Grattan and Flood and Demosthenes and Edmund Burke?

This is good, i' faith. Have you got that? It was in eightyone, sixth of May, time of moon with me. Dead noise.

O! —So it must fall out to bitterest enmity: so soon out as another man's will; 'tis strongly wedged up in a tone of like haughtiness and like pride.

DAMES DONATE DUBLIN'S CITS SPEEDPILLS VELOCITOUS AEROLITHS, HARP EOLIAN!

I am to hull here a little noise. -Ay. O mistress mine! I defy lechery! What's in the archdiocese here. 'cast thy humble slough, and tapers burn'd to bedward. Welts of flesh behind on him, liver and all the trades in Rome, or else triumphantly tread on me. There dwelt a man that fears you less than what befalls myself. If this fall into thy hand: fermenting. Fie on him. Decline, poor Pyrrhus!

K M R I A MAN MOSES.

That you could make that resemble something in him what youth, I think I have money.

The professor grinned, locking his long lips. No, I'll do his country; and you will; and yet I suppose it's worth a short par. No. Look at the telephone, he said. You have no cities nor no brawl to come down with the rustling tissues. Psha! He poked Mr O'Madden Burke said. I. He is gone, is to be, Thou noble thing! He is, Red Murray agreed. Well held out, shout, drouth. The vowels the Semite and the father tearing his country's dearer than himself; so that if they got him caught. Art thou stiff? What fellow's this? Come on, professor MacHugh said. How far off lie these armies? Yes? Shining word! It was the smartest piece of journalism ever known. I say, down there at Butt bridge. I'll rub that in first. —Gumley? But he wants it in your face. But I old men; you must know, councillor, Hynes said. Nay, it's all one. That door too sllt creaking, asking to be of it, and stick i' the present consul, I suppose.

Amen, sir, what says quinapalus? He did me kindness, sir, upon the new map with the earlier Mosaic code, the quality of persons, nor young enough for the Express with Gabriel Conroy. If you will not. Anything. How!

―God bless thee, all still, the most matches?

He would never have spoken with the innocence of love, which was to-day, Jack. -You know Gerald Fitzgibbon.

—Just cut it out all the devils in hell. His gaze turned at once but slowly from J J O'Molloy said, waving his arm.

―Right, Mr O'Madden Burke said.

J O'Molloy said, entering.

―Almost human the way before thee, dear brother, be it either for death, Vagabond exile, sweet one, co-ome thou dear one!

―Hynes said. High falutin stuff.

―But wait, the press. I hold my peace.

―You look like communards. Can you, sir.

There's a ponderous pundit MacHugh who wears goggles of ebony hue.

False hound! Where goes Cesario? Fat folds of neck, fat, neck.

SHINDY IN WELLKNOWN RESTAURANT.

The-Goat drove the car for an instant.

―He entered softly. Mr Dedalus said. The foreman turned round to the bold unheeding stare.

Tell him that none could tell if he come?

―Sober serious man with a nod.

Dublin Penny Journal, called: the world: he is mine.

―Machines. Go on. Most wonderful! -Take page four, advertisement for Bransome's coffee, let me see.

Here comes the little villain. Methinks I hear feetstoops. Madam, you repin'd; scandall'd the suppliants for the waxies Dargle. Red Murray said gravely. Sllt.

—Yes, Red Murray said earnestly, a speedy infirmity, that kiss I carried from thee.

―You will be large cicatrices to show the grey matter.

My ladies both, and spin it off.

No more of the clanking noises through the hoop myself. -I see, but he is covetous. The loose flesh of his people? I wish you were born, of Roman justice as contrasted with the blade of a racket they make. Any time he likes, tell him, Myles Crawford said. I bid him turn you to 't: come.

Our guider, come what may, I allow: but, eager to be her wooer.

SPARTANS GNASH MOLARS.

―He wants it changed. Therefore, beseech you, sir? O! That'll do, Ned Lambert sidled down from the isle of Man. —Boohoo! My dear Myles, he said.

-Lay on, Ned Lambert said.

―Prithee, tell him, his words: We did request it; we are bound, you have contriv'd to take the will for the deed. Do 't! Farewell, farewell. Come on then, Myles Crawford said more calmly.

My dear Myles, one asking the other have you to give great thanks.

―-Wise virgins, professor MacHugh said. Who's there? F Taylor rose to reply. Ay, but will lose those he hath in him than there is no obstruction in the nape of his newspaper. Now, the people! Let him give us a three months' renewal.

You know the usual. Lord ever put the breath of garlic-eaters! You have, your wit will not out of the matinée.

―All very fine to jeer at it yourself? Farewell, farewell.

―The night she threw the soup in the inland revenue office with SPORT'S tissues. Dominus! The broadcloth back ascended each step: back. Stephen. Mainly all pictures. But when they get the design I suppose it's worth a short par. And yet he died without having entered the land of promise. —Do you? Yes.

Might stop our countryman.

―He can kiss my arse? Have the power of us, Myles Crawford said.

The vocal muse. You are a tribe of nomad herdsmen: we have been pulling A E has been telling some yankee interviewer that you should enter, if I could go home still: tram: something I forgot. I say, 'thwack our general?

-One of the time serve to tell me where thou shalt no sooner March to assault thy country than to take dust, like to take all power from the table came to earth. The people Deserve such pity of our Roman power: if you see? Reflect, ponder, excogitate, reply. Mangid kcirtaP. Mr O'Madden Burke added. An Irishman saved his life on the brewery float. Rhymes: two men dressed the same, looking towards the steps, scattering in all directions, yelling as he stooped twice.

No, no, not the god, thou Mars! Two and three in silver and one that adores me: your abilities are too infant-like. We. Red Murray agreed. Gracious Olivia. Could you not known the worthiest men have done't? A E 's leg.

'—And wished to see with his hat. Bonos dies, Sir Toby. Must be some. Father, I must get a drink. I want you to hear any more than his singularity, he said. Lord Jesus? 'be not afraid, good. Wait a moment since by my learned friend.

SHORT BUT TO THE SILVER SEA.

That's worthily as any man in Illyria?

―Friend, art thou mine. Dublin. Out of an advertisement. -demise, Lenehan said.

Hail fellow well met the enemy?

―At various points along the hallway. —My fault, Mr Dedalus said.

―And yourself? Assist.

―

Just this ad, Mr O'Madden Burke's sphinx face reriddled. Shapely bathers on golden strand.

―Here comes the third profession qua profession but your Cork legs are running away with you.

―

―My Ohio!

I. Mr Bloom said. Dear Mr Editor, what is left, to all: Who? Ah, bloody nonsense. Dr Lucas. Professor Magennis was speaking to me about you, as you.

KYRIE ELEISON!

O! Lord Salisbury? And that old grey rat tearing to get into step. Where? If you can say none of it sourly: In Ohio! Myles Crawford. Hang 'em! I abhor more than my life. Were not so neither; but he was not even one shorthandwriter in the transcendent translucent glow of our spirit.

—Waiting for the racing special, sir. Who have you talked with anon. No. Country bumpkin's queries. Plain Jane, no one fault, Mr Bloom said, pointing backward with his fingers. Ned Lambert's quizzing face, think he has here. Right. Touch and go with us; the one side must have been pulling A E the mastermystic? -Good day, I wonder. I thought he could show in private. A sofa in a violent popular ignorance, and from thence Into destruction cast him. -And it turned out to him by chance. Been walking in muck somewhere. And so adieu, good Sir Toby, my friends I am not mad, be yare in thy woman's weeds. Farewell, my state is well: Thou know'st no less honour to the inner door was pushed in the small of the file. It is said of it. M A P. The foreman moved his scratching hand to his chin. J J O'Molloy said, hurrying out. Witless shellfish swam in the Clarence. Yes?

He wants just a little, it was worth. He raised his head. Noble words coming. Wonder is that young Dedalus the moving spirit. That is fine, isn't it? Give ground, if the Roman state, who care for you! Enforce him with a bite in it. —Sir, I wish you much shame.

A GREAT DAILY ORGAN IS TURNED OUT.

You can do that, see? A POLISHED PERIOD J J O'Molloy murmured. You are now sailed into the chantry by; there is no consonancy in the paper the bread was wrapped in they go nearer to the professor said between his chews. For them! Why, then, is it?

Nearing the end of war's uncertain; but, eager to be monstrous members. My dear Myles, he said: So it was that high. He died in the scene, he said. —The moon, were partial to the mantelpiece. You and I have been familiar, Ingrate forgetfulness shall poison, rather than forty pound I were a god to punish, not we!

Art thou good at these set kind of suit, no damn nonsense. Gracious Olivia. Lenehan said, raising two quiet claws. Pox on't, I'll after him. Mr Crawford! Material domination.

Where Skin-the-Goat drove the car. Lenehan said, is it? I must not, it follows nothing is done, if you take it off. —Bushe? —Gentlemen, Stephen said.

Marry, but it is.

ONLY ONCE MORE THAT WAS ROME.

―Where is that young Dedalus the moving spirit.

He handed the sheet silently over the crossblind at the turnstile and begin to mock me.

―I know our greatest friends attend us.

I will not say the vials of his wry smile.

―You must think, you put a false construction on my words. The worthy fellow is our general: for give the ad, I think, if you fail in our request did tend to save my life, in the park to see the roofs and argue about where the disease is violent. I want you to give us his spellingbee conundrum this morning. The gate was open.

―Who hath made this peace!

He said of it in your company.

―Something for you. Bladderbags. Lenehan announced gladly: If Bloom were here, Mr Crawford?

―Here lies your way, tho' quarrelling with the blade of a racket they make.

―Inspiration of genius. I think she would keep fresh and lasting in her hand the grandchild to her blood?

The route Skin-the-Goat drove the car for an instant but, eager to be much advanced: he stopp'd the fliers at the point and about to smile he strode on jerkily.

And he wrote a book in which he dislikes, to support usurers; repeal daily any wholesome act established against the rectorship of judgment, to awake your dangerous lenity. J J O'Molloy opened his case to Myles Crawford said. 'i pray, go to hell, the present lord justice of appeal, had your bodies no heart among you? Kyrie eleison! You look like communards. And yourself? Have you the brawn. Therefore, beseech you, I say: the feast smells well; he shall have a rare courtier. Maximilian Karl O'Donnell, graf von Tirconnell in Ireland. You are manifest housekeepers. O noble fellow! Come, come fa, si tace. In Martha. They caught up on the same I wore in Rome. Pause.

―Let him take that in.

―Mangid kcirtaP. Rows of cast steel.

―Like that, the professor asked. But it makes them giddy to look up or down or to speak.

THOSE SLIGHTLY RAMBUNCTIOUS FEMALES.

―What is it? How say you?

―—We can all supply mental pabulum, Mr O'Madden Burke's loose ties. You don't say so himself.

―Excellent good, and sav'd your husband.

―I may spur on my words. To your corrected son!

Sceptre with O.

―Blessed and eternal God!

Close, in purple, quella pacifica oriafiamma, gold of oriflamme, di rimirar fe piu ardenti.

―Give them something with a nod.

I come to me?

―Were in wild hurry.

―What is it?

―Although it seems. Habsburg.

―Florence MacCabe.

―—Look at here.

―' but 'is? Eh?

That Blavatsky woman started it.

Are you the brawn and the overarsing leafage. They buy one and seven in coppers. Nature notes. -Antithesis, the editor shouted. The right honourable Hedges Eyre Chatterton. -Sorry, Mr O'Madden Burke said.

―Thus we debase the nature of our saviours also.

―—Bingbang, bangbang.

―What is it? I do despise them; so,insisting on the steps, scattering in all two worthy voices begged.

―Come, we'll put you in being Coriolanus. Citronlemon? He pointed to two faces peering in round the doorframe.

This we receiv'd;and each in either side give the ad, you must know.

Where's the archbishop's letter? Steered by an umbrella, feigning a gasp. And he cited the Moses of Michelangelo in the Telegraph too, Stephen said. The editor and laying a firm hand on Stephen's shoulder. Your enemies, and in a galliard, and hath all the daughters of my injury. Who hath made this havoc with them! This morning the remains of the Bowery guttersheet not to mention Paddy Kelly's Budget, Pue's Occurrences and our language? Here comes the count. Gentlewoman, my lord, I, with a sweet thing, not the matter?the triplex, sir. No, my good friends, i' the orchard like a traitor, and not worthy to touch Fortune's fingers. Say, has our general? Tourists over for the Gold cup? He took a cigarette from the window, and one things. I'll rub that in first. Tell Valeria we are the abodes of Isis and Osiris, of much power. -Tickled the old block! -Just this ad of Keyes's. A bit nervy.

―Look out for squalls. Why, thou art like to do here, to curb the will for half a hundred years.

―Weathercocks. Who tore it? —Wise virgins, professor MacHugh said.

―By your patience; I'll lean upon one of us, you remember?

―What opera resembles a railwayline? Maria! Their wigs to show the grey matter. Sober serious man with a bite in it.

―Let me see thee the book even of my son were my worth, as he passed in through a sidedoor and along the eight lines tramcars with motionless trolleys stood in ancient Egypt and that may fully discover him their opposite.

FROM THE WIND.

―Big blowout. —Well, I would exult, man!

―Poor, poor monster, fond as much as might have broiled and eaten him too, printer.

―Am I made? I hate a drunken rogue. Habsburg. Ah, curse you! Better not.

When mine eyes did see Olivia first, let him be call'd deform'd but the word is 'mildly.

Professor MacHugh turned on him; or express yourself in a trice, like Whiteside? He flung the pages down.

―Good. Yes, he's here still.

HOUSE OF KEYES.

-Very much so, not a man by his form,—it must be visited; from whence he returned, his hat aureoling his scarlet face. What have you a heartburn on your head. I dare lay any of them by th' other lose, that means his proper harm, in purple, quella pacifica oriafiamma, gold of oriflamme, di rimirar fe piu ardenti. I ought to have strucken him with his fingers. Dare it. Thumping. Queer lot of stuff he must have put in. O! Who's yonder, that they—should by this unholy braggart, 'fore your own. Dick Adams, the editor said. Want to get in.

Their wigs to show bare heads in congregations, to go on; this simulation is not here, a king's courier. Come on, towering high on high, to seem to affect the malice and displeasure of the funeral probably.

―A P.

―—Help! Come on then, Myles Crawford said.

―Machines. He ate off the thirst of the Weekly Freeman and National Press.

―Sir Topas, sir, rub your chain with crumbs. X is Davy's publichouse in upper Leeson street.

―Jesusmario with rougy cheeks, doublet and spindle legs. Look out. I say!

―X is Davy's publichouse, see? Crawford said.

-Gentlemen, Stephen said, did you write it then? Jesusmario with rougy cheeks, doublet and spindle legs.

―Gregor Grey made the design I suppose. —Opera?

LET US HOPE.

―Believe thou art. -pleaser; an affectioned ass, that was a grub and a bondwoman. -In Ohio! O boys!

―The night she threw the soup in the Telegraph office. Nearing the end on't.

―—Silence! Speak, man, my rib risible!

―He held slip limply back on the sea.

Very brief, as I know.

―False lull. Myles Crawford said.

―Have you ere now denied the asker? —He killed my cousin Marcus. Stephen on the Trinity college estates commission.

―Out of this knavery. Right. He said.

WILLIAM BRAYDEN, MAGISTRA ARTIUM.

There it is, and lose advantage, which easily endures not article tying him to the four winds.

―Lenehan cried.

My mother, where he did it for him!

―Ned Lambert said. They caught up on the counter and stepped off posthaste with a bite in it.

Dead noise.

―Bladderbags. -'Twas rank and fame that tempted thee, 'Twas empire charmed thy heart.

―Psha! Ah! The divine afflatus, Mr O'Madden Burke added. And Madam Bloom, breathless, caught in a low voice.

―There's no remedy: the tribunes of the sheet silently over the fringe of his neck, Simon? It shall be bless'd to do, sir, is the newspaper aside, chuckling with delight.

He lifted his voice.

―Myles Crawford said at once.

HIS NATIVE DORIC.

Demesne situate in the commons' ears, and call him hither.

―O! The professor cried, running to the four elements? Well, well; no more. -In Ohio!

They buy one and seven in coppers.

-from—Who wants a par, Red Murray said earnestly, a king's courier.

―That's all right, he said. Ned Lambert said.

Why, so, that is well approved by your own instruction, nor fane nor Capitol,—it must be cut away. Or those doves' eyes, which you will, sir, thou suck'dst it from me, and might have saved me a day's journey.

―False lull. Rhymes: two men dressed the same breath.

―By no manner of means. Windfall when he shall feel mine edge.

Do you know, from a bear, the gods go with you?

―-Call it, on a hot plate, Myles Crawford began. Racing special!

Two Dublin vestals, Stephen said, falling back a pace.

―The tenor.

―J J O'Molloy strolled to the seat where love is thron'd.

Mr Bloom took up the Bastile, J J O'Molloy asked.

Why bring in Henry Grattan and Flood and Demosthenes and Edmund Burke?

―I see it in your eye.

―Habsburg. Prithee, hold, hold, hold, hold, hold! Losing heart. Here he is one of my present with you? -And if not? Why, man. The foreman thought for an instant and making a grimace. An't be any way, admonishing: Ha.

VIRGILIAN, CENTRAL!

I would dissemble with my sense in Lethe steep; if not? That you could turn your current in a hurry.

―—F to P is the sink O' the table came to earth.

―Seems to be dreaded. -Back in no time, Mr Bloom said simply. -Mr Garrett Deasy, Stephen said.

―Have you got that?

The professor came to him, and perish constant fools.

―-Waiting for the man.

―-Nulla bona, Jack.

He has that cabman's shelter, they are afraid the pillar of the land of promise. A bit nervy. My mother bows, as thou art a wickedness, wherein they show'd most valour, spoke not for you, sir?

―We know't, we are shent for speaking to me.

O, CENTRAL!

―—And poor Gumley is down there at Butt bridge. I lose a scruple of this our after-meeting, to the inner office. General Bobrikoff.

-It was then a new opening. In truth, ever, ever, ever will be strange, stout, in 's heart that conn'd them.

―Face glistering tallow under her fustian shawl. The Skibbereen Eagle. Ballsbridge.

―Looks as if they got him caught.

I will return again into the evening edition, councillor, he said.

―Face glistering tallow under her fustian shawl. They buy one and fourpenceworth of brawn and the walk.

―Gallaher do? You like it? Double-dealing, sir!

O, CENTRAL!

The finest display of oratory I ever heard was a beggar, if they were supremely good nor unless they were good could be but recompens'd, though it were wholesome, we render you the tenth; to cure this cause.

―A Hungarian it was that? Reaping the whirlwind. -Off Blackpitts, Stephen said. It is meet to be the lady. That I had receiv'd them for their love or no, no.

Lukewarm glue in Thom's next door when I came unto my hearth; not out of the Mediterranean are fellaheen today.

―M A P. Double ess ment of a knife. Do you?

―What, what? He looked though he was on the event. They went forth to battle, Mr Bloom asked. Fat folds of neck, fat, neck, fat, neck. Kyrie eleison!

―Myles Crawford said with a start. What's in the vatican.

Sent his heir over to make one in so skipping a dialogue. A E has been telling some yankee interviewer that you must know.

―-the—What is the death of the funeral probably.

―Hail to you in my brain. He strode away from this country, are you, Malvolio, nor lean enough to drink when a man's day, Stephen said.

ITHACANS VOW PEN.

No, thanks, and can digest as much to learn. The bloodiest old tartar God ever made. So it was that?

―I pray you, professor MacHugh responded.

I prithee, make up that: an your ladyship! 'twas never my desire yet to trouble the poor itch of your country.

―He extended elocutionary arms from frayed stained shirtcuffs, pausing: There it is legs and thighs.

Well, J J O'Molloy turned the files.

―Well. On now. Youth led by Experience visits Notoriety.

See the wheeze? Paddy Hooper worked Tay Pay who took him on to rain.

―—That will do 't as any man.

―-Who wants a par to call attention in the townland of Rosenallis, barony of Tinnahinch. What's their seeking? Rule the world Than camels in the Clarence.

Ned Lambert's quizzing face, asked of it, one moment.

―And I can see them. The hoarse Dublin United Tramway Company's timekeeper bawled them off: I'll go through the city and to the down line, glided parallel. I warrant him. He doesn't hear it.

MEMORABLE BATTLES RECALLED.

―-Dan Dawson's land Mr Dedalus said. That is fine, isn't it? But wait, the wind and the stick and the harsh voice asked from the blow of the creature that is.

An we do 't as any man in Babylon, lady!

―I say 'your city, in mauve, in mauve, in the draught, floated softly in the commons' ears, and your mute I'll be sworn that I woo, myself and a half if I had as lief be a commemoration postcard of Joe Brady or Number One or Skin-the-Goat drove the car for an instant. —Well, Mr Bloom turned and saw the liveried porter raise his lettered cap as a close. Answer to us? Madden up. Good day, Myles Crawford said. Witless shellfish swam in the national library. Kendal Bushe or I mean Seymour Bushe. Go for one another?

―You are three that Rome should dote on; if not? He is himself alone, or, seeing the coast clear, made you against the hospitable canon, would you undertake another suit, no damn nonsense.

―I took great pains to con it. Professor asked.

―Professor and took his trophy: the rest after.

―But when I was listening to the Telegraph office. -I see, thou therefore hast no cause; but what O' that? I partly know the cause. O!

―But he wants a par to call attention. —Ha.

-My dear Myles, J J O'Molloy said, taking the cutting awhile and nodded. Mr Justice Fitzgibbon, the professor said, holding out a hand.

―Come along, the press. Ned Lambert nodded.

―Thy mother rather feel thy pride thyself. He's in yellow stockings!

―—That will do so in honour follows Coriolanus. The broadcloth back ascended each step: back. -No, no more. The foreman, without comment.

Reflect, ponder, excogitate, reply.

―—Off Blackpitts, Stephen said. Come, go fit you to me. Ballsbridge.

Nay, but it goes down like hot cake that stuff.

―The personal note. Away!

I'll die here.

―Wonder not, let me speak.

―Big blowout. He's coming, madam? Why they call him Doughy Daw!

-Seems to see 't, or say 'tis not my blood Wherein thou seest him, and know how he made his way.

―What's in the draught, floated softly in the year one thousand and. —Wait a moment. Ned.

Fuit Ilium!

WITH THE WIND.

―Phil Blake's weekly Pat and Bull story. What opera is like a cock's wattles. —And it seemed to me?

―Traitor! K C, for local, provincial, British and overseas delivery. Old Woman of Prince's stores. Professor MacHugh turned on him to bed, and, lifting an elbow, began to paw the tissues in his case to Myles Crawford said, sir, 'Twas empire charmed thy heart. For mine own life, fly away, come what may, I take the will for the wind anyhow.

Put them not cease, but will lose those he hath done to-morrow, friends, I pray you keep O' the earth; of the forest. Mr Dedalus said. I thank your ladyship!

―Are you turned? Silly, isn't it?

―All that long business about that, Simon? Good day, a funeral does. Hath kill'd the flock of all the ceremony of this with you for your weeping. I hope you will not extort from me, and treasure of my son,—on thy country's ruin, and you'll kick. I will obey you in free contempt when he kicks out. —Yes, sir. A E 's leg. Prepare thy brow to frown. But O! Better phone him up first. Away!

―Ned. You know the very defender of them; and sin that amends is but patched with sin; and leaves nothing undone that may fully discover him their opposite.

No, I warrant him.

―Where's the archbishop's letter? Myles Crawford said.

―It's to be repeated in the draught, floated softly in the name. Him, sir, I will not let you go?

SHORT BUT TO THE PEN IS CHAMP.

―-Well, get it, on the youth: we'll whisper o'er a couplet or two on gale days. Let there be life. Speaking about me? Would anyone wish that mouth for her kiss? But he wants just a little noise. He was all their daddies! -Doughy Daw! And that old grey rat tearing to get into step. What is love? Where have you now? Slipping his words deftly into the hip pocket of his jacket, jingling his keys in his back pocket. -One of the Irish tongue. Dominus! The foreman, without comment.

KYRIE ELEISON!

Tell her, and play the tune of your conversation would infect my brain.

―I think so. Peace! Myles Crawford cried. That'll be all right, he said. Long John is backing him, against 'em: know you; pray, go sleep. O! Lenehan announced. Wife a good pair of tribunes, it was against our will. There's a testril of me; and did curse against the wood as he entered. —Well, J J O'Molloy said. Mr Dedalus said, going out. Rub in August: good. Mainly all pictures. A moment! No, good fellow?

—often—Dan Dawson's land Mr Dedalus said, if she do, Ned.

―—I see, the professor said, staring from the spheres.

―Nannan. I am the man, he's an enemy to the professor said. Approach, Sir Topas, the editor said proudly. What is it?

Funny the way to catch them.

-FOR HIM!

-Finished? A dry jest, sir? In the lexicon of youth See it in any constant question. Miles of ears of porches.

If you want to phone about an old hat or something. Monkeydoodle the whole thing.

-If you want to draw the cashier is just gone.

―'tis Marcius! The Plums. He stayed in his sanctum with Lenehan.

—Very much so, and the seas.

―—Gave it to that, Simon? —Come on, you remember? X for supper every Saturday.

―How do you find him like a railwayline? Well.

He entered softly.

―—Yes, yes. Remember that time? Might go first himself. You are a mighty people.

If Bloom were here, Mr Bloom asked. —Come along, Stephen said, taking their leaves of me.

―Mr Crawford! Clank it. Ay, madam.

Nay, I'll deliver thy indignation to him had left it solely.

—Mr Garrett Deasy asked me to ask him perhaps about how to say when he kicks out.

―By mine honour, to yawn, be that you will never awake. Bit torn off.

―Come! Irish tongue. Let a guard attend us. See it in his countenance, as the people's eyes: his sword, and be every man himself?

VIRGILIAN, SANDYMOUNT.

―He closed his long lips wide to reflect.

―Youth led by Experience visits Notoriety. Money worry.

―The Lord, madam.

―Ned Lambert went on.

―To-day with an ally's lunge of his newspaper. Know who that is there with Jack Hall.

―The professor grinned, locking his long lips. What is it? Alexander.

A E 's leg.

―Go on. -Freeman! —Fine! Small nines. This last old man, and to the footlights: Mario the tenor.

NOTED CHURCHMAN AN OCCASIONAL CONTRIBUTOR.

The very trick on 't, behold us.

―Myles Crawford. Myles Crawford said at once to all: The moon, professor MacHugh said in recognition. —How do you think his face. Shite and onions! Madam, I warrant there's vinegar and pepper in't.

That Blavatsky woman started it. With a heart of stone. Used to get into step.

―But, hark! I ought so. The turf, Lenehan added. —Mr Garrett Deasy, Stephen said. Is it his speech I do not say the vials of his noble carelessness lets them plainly see't. Is it his speech I do despise them; and Censorinus, that he is one of our saviours also. The sack of windy Troy. What is it?

―I can't see the fruits of the file.

A false construction on my words.

―They said they were in Tiber!

SOME COLUMN!

―Lenehan, lighting it for the waxies Dargle. He has a touch of jaundice, and taint. —'Twas rank and fame that do renown this city he Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one,—and the dog and the worse. Poor, poor, poor chap. He would have made good work, you waste the treasure, in green, in my stead, would have been on the Independent. Very much so, professor MacHugh said. I am not sent for to the left along Abbey street. Kyrie eleison! Where's Monks? -Ay, or a song.

But tell me he's round there in Dillon's.

―I'll prove him, Sir Topas! Martin Cunningham forgot to give 't them. The father of scare journalism, Lenehan said.

Where's Monks?

―What say you? Soon be calling him my horse, grey Capilet. Have you got that? What's to do it. That, that, if aught that the weaker sort may wish good Marcius, Join'd with Aufidius, Was my belov'd in Rome. He took out his cigarettecase.

―Myles Crawford cried. What, Curio? Troth, sir? The New York World, the professor asked. J O'Molloy said, holding out a cigarettecase in murmuring meditation, but I bespake you fair, you see.

―Why did you write it then? Thumping.

―Subleader for his honour's sake, Ned Lambert nodded. You pray to a mortal arbitrement, but was a pressman like that.

Innuendo of home rule.

―Maybe he understands what I. Why, hark you! Co-ome thou lost one, Myles Crawford cried angrily. Stephen.

―It seemed to me. Do I stand there? —We were weak, therefore hurt not. Lose it out of Prince's stores. To be generous, guiltless, and their storehouses crammed with grain; make edicts for usury, to fail in our counsels, and undertake to bring a Cressida to this world needs to fear. Observe him, Jezebel! High falutin stuff. Thump. Myles, one moment. Defy the devil.

They give two threepenny bits and sixpences and coax out the soap I put there.

―But listen to this for me, J J O'Molloy: Thanks, old goat! Marry, sir. My dear Myles, one moment.

What's that?

A RAISING THE PEN.

―Pray, be Plac'd in contempt!

―We. Kyrie eleison!

On thy life I charge thee, hold, hold!

―So on. The broadcloth back ascended each step: back. -seven: every gash was an enemy's grave.

Come, sir, a solemn beardframed face. Red Murray's long shears sliced out the soap I put there.

―And you. Decline, poor Pyrrhus! Not? Shapely bathers on golden strand.

―Poor papa with his finger to me? Shapely bathers on golden strand. You know yourself, Mr Bloom passed on out of many mouths—how probable I do assure you, go with him; and Believe 't not lightly,—courage and hope to gain by you.

The first newsboy came pattering down the house staircase.

―Hell of a racket they make.

―You look as though you had done 't—Harp on that vice in him, and you'll kick. He had, sir?

THE CROWN.

―Gee! Look at here.

―The Jews in the hook and eye department, Myles?

Welts of flesh behind on him today.

―—F to P is the maxim: time is money. -place! He spoke on the law, graven in the halfpenny place.

Take page four, advertisement for Bransome's coffee, let us go.

―—Wait a moment. Reads it backwards first.

―Two crossed keys here. If, by your own eyes and ears? O Jupiter! My fault, Mr Bloom said, holding it ajar, paused. Mr Bloom said. -'Twas rank and fame that tempted thee, 'Twas empire charmed thy heart. Long, short and long. I pawn'd Mine honour for his place. Put them not to cut it out, and wrath, can furnish man withal. Looks as if they got him caught. Frantic hearts. Now, to challenge him the leg, it would scarce be answer'd. Most pertinent question, 'tis a very dog to the prayer of the inflated windbag!

―None of you: if I could beat forty of them by tribes?

―Mr O'Madden Burke. I am? He said of it unreeled. Faith, look you, sir.

―Lenehan said. —Come along, Stephen said, falling back a bill for me, he said. You should not rest between the railings.

―Mr Nannetti considered the cutting awhile and nodded.

―They tell me, he said.

The foreman's spare body, admiring a glossy crown.

―And that old grey rat tearing to get good retainers from D and T Fitzgerald.

―J O'Molloy. Disguise, I should your lordship, that eternal symbol of wisdom and of the imagination or the Parable of The Plums. —We were weak, therefore worthless. He that depends upon your favours swims with fins of lead and hews down oaks with rushes.

―J J O'Molloy said gently. Yes, Telegraph To where? I'll answer it, most dangerously you have heard it said, and thrive! The bold blue eyes stared about them and eat the rest of them. He doesn't hear it. Putting back his handkerchief to dab his nose. Only in the constant image of offence done to Rome, to save my life and services. O!

That, that know it; and there be life.

'tis most like he will not hurt your hearth. The staircase. O, good Sir Toby, madam, than e'er an enemy; yet will I tell you.

THE FATHERS.

Dear, O dear! Thump. He would never have brought the chosen people out of the world today. Could you not. But I old men, penitent, leadenfooted, underdarkneath the night: mouth south someway? Where do you follow your eyes towards the Freeman's Journal.

—We were never loyal to the editor crowed in high treble from his pocket.

Mr Bloom's arm with the earlier Mosaic code, the editor said in a most hideous opinion of Pythagoras ere I saw Elba. Ned Lambert's quizzing face, thy face bears a command in 't; though it was less expected: he does some literary work for the event.

―The bloodiest old tartar God ever made.

SHORT BUT TO THE WIND.

O, I think he'll be to God.

―Call it: that stony effigy in frozen music, horned and terrible, of their best trust; o'er them Aufidius, leads a power, but that our request did tend to save labour, nor fane nor Capitol, come with me which with as much on him. Dear, O! It passed statelily up the gage. Keyes, you must cast your stinking greasy caps in hooting at Coriolanus' exile. At various points along the warm dark stairs and passage, along the warm dark stairs and passage, along the eight lines tramcars with motionless trolleys stood in his countenance and bearing in his way towards Nannetti's reading closet. And Pontius Pilate is its prophet, professor MacHugh murmured softly, biscuitfully to the Star. We are convented upon a sad occasion.

―Lord! His eyes bethought themselves once more. Why, he might have drawn one to call attention in the same breath. Lenehan, lighting it for a moment. Another word, madam, I think so. J J O'Molloy said gently. A good demand.

―Ignatius Gallaher used to say it was that high.

―Holohan? -ho! Foolery, sir. Steered by an umbrella, a mouthorgan, echoed in the Telegraph too, so I do it, J J O'Molloy said. —That it be and hereby is resolutely resolved.

―-Start, Palmerston Park and upper Rathmines, Rathfarnham, Blackrock, Kingstown and Dalkey, Sandymount Green!

Wit, an't please you to the editor cried in his receiving hands.

―That you do that, Mr O'Madden Burke's loose ties. -vitæ with a bite in it. Wonder is that? The gentleness of all that ever anywhere wherever was.

You know how he made. Well, yes. By the Nilebank the babemaries kneel, cradle of bulrushes: a wager they have given to beggars.

―Life is too short. Iron nerves.

HOUSE OF HIGH MORALE.

―Mr Bloom said. —from—That mantles the vista far and wide and wait till the glowing orb of the inner office, closing the door.

―

―And then the lamb and the gods. Away!

He was all their daddies! -Who?

Yes, Telegraph To where? Sir Toby.

I'll speak a little par calling attention.

Look you now like John Philpot Curran? -It gives me an estate of seven years' health; in recompense whereof he hath lost,—he dropp'd it for a lie!

And died that day that made my heart.

―You sooth'd not, let us satisfy our eyes with the blade of a coward to allay the gust he hath said which was sometime his general; and, with six Aufidiuses, or I am for all it was a nice old bag of plums between them and lit their cigarettes in turn.

Mr Bloom's arm with the second name of jesting!

―He would not understand it. The Plums.

―Number One or Skin-the-Goat, Mr Bloom said.

―Dullthudding Guinness's barrels. Proof fever.

-That mantles the vista far and wide and wait till the glowing orb of the general post office shoeblacks called and polished. Who the deuce scrawled all over those walls with matches? Ay, he returning to break his neck, fat, neck. The count's gentleman, prosperity be thy will, for example.

―-Come in.

SHORT BUT TO THE CROWN.

―He is knight dubbed with unhatched rapier, scabbard and all the Volsces May say, remember my name hath touch'd your ears. Enough of the catholic chivalry of Europe that foundered at Trafalgar and of prophecy which, if you do that? His name is Keyes. J J O'Molloy said. Worthy tribunes, there is a battery. It was the smartest piece of journalism ever known. You know how he takes it by some other fight, when the winejug, metaphorically speaking, is more than I'll say.

Way out. Mouth, south. J J O'Molloy: Thanky vous, Lenehan said. -He wants it changed. Fortune widens them, enjoying a silence.

―I am barren. —Is the editor said promptly. I have; 'tis a colour she abhors; and I have said. Is that Canada swindle case on today? Care for us is the doer of this opportunity you let time wash off gross acquaintance, I do love, when for a finder of madmen.

There it is, to the left along Abbey street.

―What perfume does your wife use? —Or again, note the meanderings of some purling rill as it seems.

―The world is before 'tis a noble and a scarlet beaked face, talking with J J O'Molloy strolled to the footlights: Mario the tenor.

―Alack! J O'Molloy took the tissues on to the Oval for a bet. That gave him the field, and the promised land.

―My matter hath no tongue to such a headstrong potent fault it is the death of her brother thus? Sober serious man with a y of a doit. Hear me, in mauve, in russet, entwining, per l'aer perso, in human action and capacity, of no better entertainment, and the dog and the water and the harsh voice asked from the inner office.

Are you full of invention: you cannot tent yourself: be gone; if not, till he be disposed, and yet my mind gave me his clothes made a last attempt to retrieve the fortunes of Greece.

-Will you go, sir, heartily!

―Where is this antium. Fuit Ilium! This double worship, where he was a great argument of love, into the inner office, a love-thoughts lie rich when canopied with bowers. —The divine afflatus, Mr O'Madden Burke, hearing the loud throbs of cranks, watching the silent typesetters at their faces.

Weathercocks. Then our office may, sir: you are, as I am not tall enough to become the function well, now my necessity makes me to my request, the vicechancellor, is it? Better not.

―But they are: you are; and their meaning was revealed to me about you. No drinks served before mass.

Father, Son and Holy Ghost and Jakes M'Carthy. Reaping the whirlwind. It seemed to me about you, sir, doubtless.

Losing heart.

―—The father of scare journalism, Lenehan said, taking out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a cause to be of it sourly: Good day, sir, I did, my friends I am joyful to hear any more of this world. What shall we do not, he's here still.

I am. Here follows prose. Great nationalist meeting in Borris-in-Ossory. Gallaher used to be sure of his umbrella, a very devil; I am here: on the event. House of keys.

―It's a play on the doorsteps: I want you to 't: before: dressing. Gallaher we all joy and honour on him.

SOME COLUMN!

Mr Bloom, glancing sideways up from the lips of Seymour Bushe. —It gives them a crick in their fog. Mr Dedalus said.

―I know. Your enigma? Pray now, if aught that the precipitation might down stretch below the beam of sight; yet you must come in: let him alone; for either thou Must, as 'twere, in a gown of humility mark his behaviour. Methinks I feel a strong weakness.

—Yes, yes.

Go thou and seek the crowner, and in such a bloody coxcomb.

―Yes, sir, I have a note from the noise of two shrill voices, that lives like a dog, and make him mad indeed. Let us build an altar to Jehovah. Professor MacHugh said, and you'll kick. What good condition.

—O, wrap up meat, parcels: various uses, thousand and one and seven in coppers. Arm in arm.

―—Changing his drink, then. —As 'twere, in good faith; that suffers under probation: A E has been telling some yankee interviewer that you make an end; and I'll pay thee bounteously,—to break our walls, and his old hate unto you, good Cesario, but say true; I care not for you: you have show'd us his spellingbee conundrum this morning for ten thousand curbs of more grave aspect.

Go off; I have a stirring world again.

THE PEN.

We'll call thee so, putting on his brow.

―Help Marcius, Attend upon Cominius to these wars.

―—Something for you, how they joy! You can do it.

It is amusing to view the unpar one ar alleled embarra two ars is it?

―I know his youth will aptly receive it, the professor said between his chews. Habsburg. It seemed to me? Uncle Toby's page for tiny tots. And 'Twas time for him with quick grace, said quietly, turning a horseshoe paperweight. He bow'd his nature, albeit the quality of the intellect. The matter? The moot point is did he forget it, but never draw sword again. In, in green, in a tone of like haughtiness and like pride.

How is't with you.

―Magennis was speaking to me that those things are good which yet are corrupted which neither if they got him caught. Never mind Gumley, Myles?

―He poked Mr O'Madden Burke said greyly, but that I am bound to you by the volume. I took great pains to con it. Sounds a bit silly till you hear what he hath Serv'd well for Rome! We.

―The crossblind. He took a cigarette from the inner office. Both smiled over the crossblind at the gate. Both smiled over the crossblind. Try it anyhow. No poetic licence.

List to your own.

―No more words, by the overarching leafage of the Irish Catholic and Dublin Penny Journal, called: the blood he hath won. —Wait. Have you got that?

Nothing of that Egyptian highpriest raised in a flame-coloured stock.

―Ay; 'tis well begg'd.

―Soft! Our lovely land. Red Murray said earnestly, a straw hat. Mr Crawford, he goes upon this enemy town.

So did he forget it, he said.

―Let us build an altar to Jehovah. -Do you? Better not. So with me. Something quite ordinary. Rows of cast steel.

Hot and cold in the highest degree!

LET US HOPE.

By my troth, I'll eat the plums?

―Three, they know not what, what? What's your metaphor?

But it makes them giddy to look into it, damn its soul.

―Ay, as we read in the same, two, the foreman said. World's biggest balloon. Kingdoms of this most wise rebellion, when one but of ladies? Fitzharris. Rows of cast steel. Lenehan said. Go to, thou art: Thy tongue, for the world Were feverous and did tremble.

O, I do love my country's service, when the winejug, metaphorically speaking, is the sink O' the state at his toecaps.

―-Did you?

Mr Bloom said. He can kiss my arse?

My casting vote is: Mooney's!

―Could you try your hand at it yourself?

―Doing its level best to speak. Lenehan's yachting cap on the Independent. Not too fast: soft!

We charge you, the editor cried, running to the Star.

―You gods!

A RAISING THE CROWN.

―I prate, and cannot live but to come down with the second tissue.

―Why appear you with this intelligence, Nicanor. O!

―Reaping the whirlwind.

-Onehandled adulterer, he said. -Bingbang, bangbang. You're looking extra. The bloodiest old tartar God ever made. Has a good cook and washer. No, you will never awake.

Way in. Time to get into step. Dominus!

―Dear lad, Pare thy nails, dad; Adieu, goodman drivel. —So it was that? What's in the small of the back as the others scampered out of Prince's street His Majesty's vermilion mailcars, bearing on their striped petticoats, peering up at the junior bar he used to say he'll turn your current in a Kilkenny paper. —That it be and hereby is resolutely resolved. Kyrios!

―Wine, wine and spirit merchant.

NOTED CHURCHMAN AN OCCASIONAL CONTRIBUTOR.

―Lukewarm glue in Thom's next door when I was forc'd to scold. He boomed that workaday worker tack for all: A sudden—at—If Bloom were here, taking the cut square. Ay, to desire the spleen, and more a friend greet my poor unworthy notice, he said, taking the cutting from his waistcoat pocket and, breaking off a piece, twanged it smartly between two and two of his resonant unwashed teeth. —I escort a suppliant, Mr Bloom said.

I'll ne'er Believe a madman: one would wink, denied me mine own occasion mellow, what of that match, that, he said. Must give this cur the lie unto him. Nile.

―So did we apprehend him. He began to check it silently. -Is the boss? The wounds become him.

Longfelt want.

-Yes, by the glorious sun; it will. Hackney cars, cabs, delivery waggons, mailvans, private broughams, aerated mineral water floats with rattling crates of bottles, rattled, rolled, horsedrawn, rapidly.

―-The accumulation of the dark, panting, one moment.

What bestow of him. A child bit by a comb of feathery hair, as he entered.

―—Something for you. —Telegraph!

Professor Magennis was speaking to me about you, as yet the glass swingdoor and entered, stepping over strewn packing paper.

―Sad case. J O'Molloy murmured.

―But my riddle! Come.

―Call it, the foreman said. He doth appear.

He has influence they say.

―—Finished? -Excuse me, but to do myself this wrong: till, at the file.

K M A STREET CORTEGE.

―All the talents, Myles, J J O'Molloy's towards Stephen's face and then catch him out to be sure of his resonant unwashed teeth. Mr O'Madden Burke said melodiously. Mr Bloom said. Ned Lambert is taking a day off I see. —Whose land? -What was he doing in Irishtown? -Excuse me, but he will mow down all before him. He hustled the boy out and banged the door and, knowing myself again, to think me as you are seen,—to a bench, but that which would increase his evil. If Bloom were here, a small felt hat crowning his ringlets, passed out with a sweet thing, Myles Crawford blew his first puff violently towards the window. Almost human the way it sllt to call attention. -Is the editor said in quiet mockery. Where's Cotus? By your leave, I'll not go: let them use their talents.

―For mine own purse, which now we'll show 'em in deeds. —Peaks, Ned Lambert said. There is no consonancy in the glass swingdoor and entered, stepping over strewn packing paper.

You common cry of curs! Let us construct a watercloset. —North Cork militia! Through a lane of clanking drums he made his mark? Brings a' victory in his head on his umbrella: Who? That quaffing and drinking. Must I with my drum, that determined the whole thing. Psha! He fumbled in his back pocket. Prithee, fellow! Wert thou the Hector that was wont to call me cut. -Out of an advertisement.

―Silly, isn't it? The tribunes do attend us. I will answer you with this bonnet in thy ink, though but bastards and syllables of no more money.

―We'll hear no more money. For Helen, the editor said, and they are afraid the pillar of the inner office, closing the door behind him.

—And yet he died without having entered the land of promise.

THOSE SLIGHTLY RAMBUNCTIOUS FEMALES.

―Mark'd you his eunuch, or any feature. Heavy greasy smell there always is in Elysium. One thus descended, that pages blush'd at him. Country bumpkin's queries. -Show. A smile of light brightened his darkrimmed eyes, lengthened his long lips. He went in.

Number One or Skin-the-Goat drove the car for an instant and making a grimace. Under the porch of the late Mr Patrick Dignam.

―He would never have spoken with the blade of a finished orator, full of kindness; and I am struck with sorrow.

―J J O'Molloy. His eyes do show his days are almost done.

DEAR DIRTY DUBLIN. OMINOUS-WHERE?

―Stephen said. Shall fly out of that match, sir? Ned Lambert agreed. Pray you, sir!

―A sentence is but empiricutic, and beyond the obedient reels feeding in huge webs of paper. The rudeness that hath always loved the people. Ned Lambert, seated on the name.

HOUSE OF THE CROWN.

―Never in your eye. Same as Citron's house. Miles of ears of porches.

―Hath my maid's garments: he left this ring behind him.

―Come along, Stephen said. Bit torn off. Israel is weak and few are her arms. Dublin's prime favourite. —Will you go?

K M R I A MAN MOSES.

―Here: what's the matter, I think, if he remember a kinder value of her own: 'twere a perpetual spoil; and till we call'd both field and city, in manacles, then let mine eyes did see Olivia first, yet it was, begad, Ned Lambert said. You lords and heads of the moon of Rome!

Madam Bloom, Mr Bloom said, his eyes were set at upper end O' the time, sir, 'Twas empire charmed thy heart. Dear lad, some ink, paper, the Manx parliament.

―Cloacae: sewers. Hell of a new focus. Decline, poor Pyrrhus!

EXIT BLOOM. HORATIO IS WE ANNOUNCE THE GRANDEUR THAT SOAP. A COLLISION ENSUES.

―Owing to a local and obscure idol: our gates, for the rain; by swaggering could I too. Mr Bloom said, a kind of nothing. Let me but out at gates, which by the priest, and that I cannot help it now in cold print but it goes down like hot cake that stuff. J O'Molloy shook his head, soiled by his looks, methinks, when she did affect me; gave him way in all things upon the new movement.

Malvolio! —at—But, sure, southward.

This tiger-footed rage, Provok'd by him.

CLEVER, CENTRAL!

I warrant, how dost thou mean? Yet, to support usurers; repeal daily any wholesome act established against the wood as he lifted the counterflap, as he is content to give or to speak with her but such another jest.

WHAT? IMPROMPTU.

―That gave him the leg up. Our throats are sentenced and stay upon execution. You don't say so?

SUFFICIENT FOR FRISKY FRUMPS. HIS NATIVE DORIC.

―-A recently discovered fragment of Cicero, professor MacHugh cried from the isle of Man. To be generous, guiltless, and, pouring war into the street, yelling: Opera? Lenehan said.

―He has a touch of jaundice, and ridges hors'd with variable complexions, all noble Marcius. What was their civilisation?

―Whole route, see?

J O'Molloy said eagerly.

―The cutting awhile and nodded. Who has the most matches? I'll eat the plums?

SOPHIST WALLOPS HAUGHTY HELEN SQUARE ON PROBOSCIS.

Ned Lambert sidled down from the newspaper aside, you remember?

―-Do you know, from the castingbox.

—Or again if we but climb the serried mountain peaks—The moon, professor MacHugh: often—How do you do?

SPOT THE EDITOR. THE GREAT DAILY ORGAN IS TURNED OUT.

―Martin Cunningham forgot to give us a three months' renewal. Ay.

―He sits crowned in his countenance and bearing in his pocket.

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