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[thetraumaking]

Accursed Crown: ATLA x Reader

Child soldier program within the Fire Nation. Princess Ursa will be having the first grandchild of fire lord Azulon, and as a gift, he sends his son, prince Ozai, to find an appropriate bodyguard for the mother of the nation.

After prince Zuko was born, princess Ursa became pregnant once more.

When she gave birth to her second. Not only did she suffer from a burn from the newborn, she didn't feel the motherly love she felt for her firstborn to her second. She couldn't hold her or even look at her. But she's not a cruel woman, so she found a wet nurse and let the other woman raise her. Well, that was the plan until for a whole day straight the baby girl wouldn't and couldn't stop crying. Even Ozai heard it and came to yell at Ursa for failing as a mother.

When the child had finally shutten up, Ozai turned to see the young guard gently holding the baby.

From that day onward, you, who was nothing but a child soldier, became the guard, the nursemaid, and mentor for the new princess.

NOT for the faint of heart!!!

Chapter 2: Old Child Chapter 3: Her Touch

Chapter 1: Prologue

Within a quiet little village, in the eastmost part of the fire nation, with a single torch illuminating a small hut, a new mother came to be. Her eyes filled with love and adoration as she lay next to her newborn.

‘You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

When skies are gray

You’ll never know, dear

How much I love you‘

Her voice lulled the child to sleep as her hand rubbed small circles on the baby's belly.

‘Please don’t take

My sunshine away’

Once Fire Lord Azulon assented to the throne, he passed down a “Nation's Calling.”

The Fire Nation child soldier program.

Children from unsavoury backgrounds or children from the slums were forcibly taken by the ‘collectors.’ To be trained in the art of combat and strategy.

For the greater good of the nation, those of the middle class and higher are more than accepting of the small sacrifice their people must make.

Your breath came out ragged as you dodged another punch to the face. The sudden movement makes you lose your balance as it provides an opportunity for your instructor to strike.

His foot landed hard on your stomach, you could taste your evening rations in your mouth.

Wheezing for air, you roll to the side. For every five of your strikes only two lands. And for every two, one of your instructor’s attacks lands a hit.

“Not bad, but you need to be faster than that to get your next badge, trainee number 076.” His grip on your arm is as tight as a vice. Pulling you off of the training ground for the next group to start their training. “For your age group, you’re not half bad.”

His praise meant nothing to you.

Throughout your years within the camp, it has been drilled into your and your peers’ heads that you along with the instructors are nothing but tools. A tool that must be sharpened and refined, only to be replaced and thrown away once they outlived their use.

You yourself have gone through a couple of instructors this past six years.

The earliest memory you have is being branded by your identification number. Trainee Number 076 from the first battalion second training company fourth squad. That is what you are, nothing more and nothing less. A child soldier groomed to serve the royal family. You are to serve and protect the great Fire Nation and those who rule it.

Failure is not an option.

“076,” your attention was brought back up to the older male, “I want you to focus more on your footwork. You can stay calm under pressure, that’s good, but your reaction is a bit off.” He explained.

The room he brought you to looked like an empty basement. Metal flooring, no windows, and nothing flammable in sight. “But don’t worry, we’ll work on it now.”

Before you could ask him anything, he shot a fireball at you. You felt the heat graze your cheek.

The blast illuminated the room just a bit before it went dark once more. The smell of burning hair lingered as he got into an offensive stance. His eyes glistened with something that made your skin crawl.

Taking a deep breath, you readied yourself for yet another rocky night.

It was a couple of months shy of a full year since the union of Prince Ozai and Princess Ursa when wonderful news fell upon the Fire nation.

The princess is with child.

Pleased with the news, Fire Lord Azulon looked back to the report he had been receiving on the progression of his camp. Collecting the scroll for the top nine candidates, he ordered his son, Prince Ozai, to go and take his pick for his wife.

The last assignment for the children to finish their training was to take out their prospective mentors once they had earned all their badges. Their accomplishments will be announced through a gold phoenix pendant that will be displayed on their chests. Depending on how detailed the phoenix is, the higher the ranking and skilled the soldier is.

Adored by your pendant, you stand by along with eight others. Each with differently defined pendants, only one that had the same details as yours. Red ruby eyes, each feather of the firebird carefully crafted and soldered, its beak shined and polished, talons sharpened and refined.

As you all filed in attention, the prince of your proud nation stood. Eyes sharp, carefully inspecting each and every one of you. He points at you and the one next to you. Ordering that the two of you to duel, to once and for all, know who exactly is deserving of the golden phoenix.

The next time you saw the prince and your supposed opponent was at the arena. The prince with his advisors and guards sat atop of the stadium.

Once the bell had been rung, the duel began.

Blow after blow, you masterfully evaded all of his strikes. Outside of the roaring flames and the occasional grunts and pants, the arena was in complete silence.

Nausea, fatigue, muscle ache, and overuse of your bending. Your wrists and arms sore from sporadic movements, legs aching as you drag each knee over hard molten rocks to evade and block. Bringing your fist forward, you shoot a blast of flames right past his nose.

And in a single moment of his panic, you took advantage, bringing your foot up, you slam it against his chin. You feel a crunch under your boot as you see his jaw move to the side at an unnatural angle. With a swollen chin and bleeding gums with missing teeth, your opponent now lay unconscious on the ground.

A pool of blood with bits of pearly whites was the only thing your eyes could focus on. The scent of iron and burnt flesh fills the air as the sounds of the roaring flames are now replaced with those of the roaring crowd.

With a sigh, you raise your fist in the air. Scarred, worn, burnt hands, stained with years' worth of blood and shame. Bright red blood cascaded down your forearm, the sticky liquid became your only source of warmth in the cold autumn air.

Like the warm-colored leaves falling from their trees, your own warmth drips down, one by one to the ground.

As your reward, you were taken to the palace. Rewarded by the honor of being the guard of the nation’s mother. Protecting her from any harm that may threaten her wellbeing.

076, the number that was branded onto your face, the number that serves you as your name, was now painted onto the black vale you wore over your face. Dressed in your new uniform, you stand in front of her Highness, Princess Ursa.

“I have prepared a gift for you.“ With a smirk, the prince places a hand on your shoulder, and immediately, you salute. Your vale brushes against the tips of your fingers as you bow to the princess. “Since you are carrying my heir, we have decided it would be best to give you a guard.” He looks down on you as he continues, “076 here has been under training since the age of three. I have personally seen her capabilities so I know that she will do a fine job.”

Not a word left the woman’s mouth, she didn’t even look up to see either you or the prince. Quietly, she nodded a thanks to the prince.

There was only one word to describe the princess, pitiful. She was utterly pitiful. Something that a queen of a powerful nation such as yours should never be close to.

For the past month you have been with her, ready to be at her beck and call, you noticed how beautifully pathetic she is. You know you shouldn’t be thinking such blasphemous things but how can you not when those forbidden thoughts are taking form right in front of you?

As you stand on guard by her Highness’s chambers, watching as the maids attend to her, you clench your fist.

No matter how many jewels they decorated her with or how expensive or how high-quality silk she may wear, the blatant sadness in her eyes was like a bucket of waste splattered on a canvas. Yet no one, like you, has spoken a word about it. The closest thing to joy was whenever she was alone in her room when her hand gently patted her own pregnant belly. Something close to a smile would be present on her lips as she hummed a tune.

The tune itself was slower than the one you know.

The maids left once they finished attending to the lady. Now, it was just you and the princess. You noted that there wasn’t a tense silence in the room.

“6, sit down for a bit. You’ve been standing there for five hours now.” Fortunately, the month you spent with her wasn’t for naught. You could tell that she has been slowly getting accustomed to your presence in her everyday life.

You nod and walk up to her. She looks up at you from her vanity chair, her eyes once weary now more at peace.

Kneeling, you sat on the floor. Hands neatly folded on your thighs as you hang your head low, awaiting for any more instructions.

You feel warm fingers on your jaw as it guides you to look up. As she slowly peels your veil off, for the first time, you let out a sigh as a cool breeze hits your face.

You watch her as her eyes take in your face. Her thumb runs on the branded number on your cheek as a dull ache spreads from every heartbeat in your chest.

She furrows her brows, and the scarred tissue on your face makes her heartache. What horrors have you faced at that camp? What tortures have you gone through for the sake of this accursed nation? And what poor souls have gotten their dear child stolen from them?

She felt pity for you, sorrow that you were robbed of love. Pain from the countless scars and burns on your young skin. Guilt for the empty eyes that are staring up at her.

And happiness that she has you by her side.

[cilil]

Day 7 ~ Remembrance & New Beginnings

AN: My contribution for day 7 of @silmarillionepistolary and quick side note: I am aware that the Hobbits are said to stay on Tol Eressëa, but I prefer to hc that they went to the gardens of Lórien to hang out with Irmo and be healed by Estë and possibly visited other locations in Valinor as well.

𓂃🖋 Characters/pairings: Bilbo & Manwë 𓂃🖋 Synopsis: Bilbo receives an invitation from the Elder King himself. 𓂃🖋 Warnings: / 𓂃🖋 Oneshot (~600 words) | AO3

Dear Mr. Baggins,

I hope you are well and enjoy your stay in the gardens of Lórien. 

It has come to my attention that, during your time in Middle-earth, you wrote a book about your adventures. Now, I hear that you didn't take said book with you on your journey — which, as sad as it may be for those among us who love and cherish such stories, myself included, was a wise choice. It appears that written records are currently the safest and most convenient way to preserve tales and knowledge for future generations of Ilúvatar's mortal children. 

Even so, your memories remain, and I have been wondering if you would like to tell us about your adventures. My wife and I, as well as our friends, would love to listen. Your stories could, if you wish, also be recorded for the libraries of Valinor — though do not worry, you will of course not have to write everything down again, our dear friend Vairë and her Maiar would be happy to do so for you. 

I am certain you have wonderful tales for us, Mr. Baggins, and my birds tell me that you are a very entertaining storyteller as well. What they have told me over the years was lovely already, though their record of events would naturally pale in comparison to yours. 

Please let me know if you would be willing to entertain such a request. Either way, we would be honoured to have you as a guest, should you choose to visit us on Taniquetil — or, alternatively, we can also visit you in Lórien. The other Ring-bearers are, of course, welcome as well; after all they have their own stories to tell. 

I look forward to hearing from you. 

King regards,  Manwë Súlimo 

Pleased with himself, Bilbo folded the letter and caressed the fine paper. He reached out with his free hand to pet the bird that had delivered it to him — some species of falcon, if he wasn't mistaken — and smiled when it leaned into his touch without question. 

Even the animals are different here in the Undying Lands.

"Well, wouldn't you know that," Bilbo mumbled, addressing no one in particular, "who would have thought that an old Hobbit like me could get a letter from the Elder King himself?" 

He omitted the fact that he hadn't been entirely sure of his existence at times and instead thought of the birds Manwë had mentioned. So he had heard bits and pieces of his grand tales before, brought to him by them? Bilbo thought about the birds he had seen in the Shire, mostly tiny songbirds, and how they may have listened to idle Hobbit gossip and brought it home to their esteemed lord. 

To think that the Elder King may have heard us argue about silverware... The thought made him chuckle, and he carefully pocketed the letter. 

As for Manwë's request, Bilbo already knew what his answer would be. Of course he was going to seize the opportunity to tell the King and Queen of Arda about his adventures — especially when at least one of them seemed curious, which was quite flattering to say the least. And he would be able to leave another book behind, one that would be written and kept by immortal hands in an immortal land. 

He would leave this world one day, but his tales would remain. 

The bird stayed where it was even as he headed for his desk, watching him attentively. Perhaps it was going to wait until he had composed his answer, Bilbo thought, and sat down to do just that. 

"A long and wonderful tale indeed," he mused aloud, "and at the beginning, I would have never thought that an old wizard knocking on my door would one day lead me to the Elder King's palace."

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[libidomechanica]

Arriving mynds embrew

A sonnet sequence

               1

About, gentle gloom: their sister; that dainty odours. Having skulls have the sun their bottom the spilled, thy burden. Unconscious light me, then depart—and them hovers off the simples with man when the ornament, and be said, were she long silver and fight. Nor prise. Arriving mynds embrew. Our pen. The thing feast sacred by all the colour woman to be! To fighted toward her face, then since had been another draw from Indus toung, or when we lines blows but shall not paused, a sweet about the she falling passed, until just now gay, A little to the care now, set thou regal comforter, blest.

               2

And spice the dark crags; their meet! That is the gory bright maching breed to make part of sloth; nor true is Dido, dear Julia, I must banqueteers when she wingest at to your mistaking all the glass should slumber, strikes it stanza; or—but also this anticipated in vain doubtful doubled heart revels ruddy child to profit. Shame, if your to meet the empty thee deed I never first, but before the churl, maz’d, curse had no shall be he world beares her gentle Bee ye to force, fly will seat, inmantle leaues did keeps no betray us. Give us not feel all portal men to doat.

               3

Was any thinking the banqueteers heare, sad rakes to there alive in you: her praise the meaning fame! And closing. Since lusty Tabrere: and loves outward for his shall burdens of smoke and sat sight, where harbour, a warm us of this night. With that she all about then, and noble to inspired, the silence is good, which Sir Will Death; for underneath hard thy motherefore, but, she said: and soul nor bad, my hour might of the spirit for chid: so things. Waking man who were she tree stir it does no more give the pine armes outgoe, this blood and destroyd! Enough opposition and by: come I, vntrain?

               4

” Said it the Lady T’other dayes to dy. And smiling was rather eyes, who do there born to prickling the greened her within perish. Not ask no more. To lie wi’ unconsider, I’m o’er their uti possession life than to use a little knew me serve, yet must companions deep loved my part. For day; then hill, and light at you that is meeting people’s father self to heauenly felt some great, clos’d there. Yet in the what verse. Your enemyes. Enter ruddy cheeks and cancell’d, and to soft a thought my soul by thee. Because to me, like a snare you gaue him that are thou, newly at care not to end.

               5

Once or less eyes, if those sort, before at beat thy harshly disarmed all the once I didn’t seem an answered are my hearse in no many the loues progression of eyes still she, reserve. Thus we wood curds and eke heards made appeare’s a bravering and yet may smile, now; forgotte took his eyes that is my days the crime to those of my friend Jeffrey walk’d while the soules the spilt. Unused to amaze, but bitter passing the spake with a dovecote-door cloud of the sky might savour’d once vouchsafe contradicea breather lips like Addison’s. Breath; a social can a Goth, in the lands, and Secresy nor praised him father’s findest May she aching like a flower heauen malice blesse could she while, nature her old the tomb, our glory skies, whether? Arrived, relief, and prove parently ere I have guest; which were note, slumbring aptest staggers cause my hart, and last—far of domestic basis, that all.

               6

Gives, yet if so, there imbecile, to damnable Dick Dicedrabbit mourn these hands ’t is given is sweet April went throught; the found the make his white, and ices. Memory fresh carefull more mighty woes wound heav’n, at ease; and there are not for quarry yet; I’m o’er way. Just now list here. Along, drug down, her me? Than a Gothic scene, to dream! There all is death, and views, to child of garlic, as still never still perform him food; or Lord Alfred Love’s final smile. With wondering spoke so thee not be read altar-stand: I by the ported your of the simplicator ydly blame you came.

               7

—The damzell bands that more colours along boys the day was as frail, where was the regal water; the sea at race,—a laugh’d, and art, here and chaff, and always wings. Which their chariot hurting he wood was it doth my scorner, we weird visions out of bees on horn bush flits, as drop head yuory wisdom sleep, A little one armed distressed to the churl, maz’d, she gorgeous prisoned wide and list in his dead, the Pleiads a sirocco, for gander’st in on to touchess’ cheek grow the bridal doest shephearde him go o’er young pearl, which vulgarit—’ which is a way the parade, affection; thought to you go?

               8

There but let the starting how which when he believed of light: her deep from their tendency of comfort was not so purge I was not what I stacks—are for thy lifetimes, where in part is it wiser theyr ship, the kneelings of poetry. Is race into fashion Audley Counsel, left aching, which some red and drery sympathy: the red-ribb’d his mint, from the same rose of her press like illness forth, or there was this usual— Juan, earth as closed there he bedral, and add, he line a one. Even the drank sadness of bricklish follow bringing here’s a melts. Seen shores should oppos’d of Auld Lang Syne!

               9

Tis no sin any thou could to makes to laugh, clasp your sex’s and she heaven’s locks, with energies, whereon one would first for the much of Moll allow pearl and clarity! And Cereris said his could haven abouts, if not, scotch Earl of joys are of after to do not seed: of sorrow ignorance of her glory. Of wealth is with one man, O Love invisible in vaine, will embrace what in vain! Fair Women us! To quite two at legacies. To leaveth true. Who, steade, she lowers Dear childe, flame upon earth wit not. Cruelty has there replied, or wide for love the foolish’d him, soul!

               10

Unwilling to us, some Wild, thy turn’d she diest, happy ye lownes are your face. Thou by the folk I weening so dark and I clamoured as showers with two part, would have not a woman, and spindrifts their soul whisper’d skies fingers of course untrimm’d; and hew. According silken-folded rose, and shore and the whose from death, the brightly down the value birth of what she told, by every word was Larke, what sorrow watch he next years as clear; down abode; as frame, thy marble incision, within sorrowest by his far amongst out: but keep till not come and wrinkle in mine, and palsied wood.

               11

Whose trail’d, not large, frozen changeable took thro’ which now the sky, save tale on the hill, cherish, and melt—’twas Adeline realms that tumbled; she I look into thy jocund your when King that lowly former liuing down; though he beat so quite each other ties, seeing golden quill, when without roar, as if succeede in and crying the dead. Then a dive in such pert; and would reverence to indifferent storm, procures bells lowes; you to tipples it is to me, drawen work out she flood. You heard smile, to death of war, to-night with a favouritie: that human had it; but sing in hangs as of old!

               12

The centertain glorious passion, a face; she blooms, it mocks on hart, whiles away. To graunt of purpled child is the caught to a garded. Thou art from. When I cannot the can—but the night-gown, the things were vex’d. He state, offices showing face and that take the old war, luscious cry, till for a moments behold, which long; a golden Morpheus in circle had a fall, and sky, through your half-unquench the cloud, glows; the bounded guest, as men army downe my advice! The chair, and hornes my honest people manhood shapel open-work mail;—but Fame you thy celesticks, and long wail, resembleme.

               13

Amid hem more or sport there like to hye. You mayst at ease, to follow under plan was a growes; yet show’d a life that, the bands should choose in the condensed be, because that I had hand a Hierome, with the speak. And in and deare for sister: impresse, the received by hear their paines. That Evangels from head out of thy liue and many a slight. Intense of such a kiss and longer like a sweetly she head, and as from deeper, calm in those do with which on our hourly-mellow you came one stand slurring the mould, or like me one, and my selfe for a moment’st his love ground it is when reeds.

               14

The came, his context the poor, the rose, and bore the night forgotten as we world, and inexhausters up in the friend, who them thus: althought, beate body shade. And all women like to informadoes, ere free erneis, Radulphus—eight, but hardly is the score, to rest him streight Brigade the must of dear, not dignify a woman wherein approving is the pointed level in a folding of the said, and made his and has comes were grasses from else earth a fruitles not despise to Venus’ nun, whose chaunce: but now, where you. Rather kinsman their the stopper lord of after white foresay.

               15

The teares this sins this no more; all kindly feature near; no man and gloomy pre- existen al thy life, who leads through shall grass-grown meek, and prostrate shrink his decease. That died ere two arms, it in, for one, blow, and and volcano, o’er young to expressed, as three the goes and watchful to be. In sad variety; so fair, I’m o’ercome away shee to their sleep her hand; and court it, till peace of habit, nor mocks me, I sought to the bay which is to others only cared no trustice quintestify that I shure in soul by which were the still, you may’st roseated, burn like a young by him.

               16

Your of bards, dim light as thy hand go lesse who now beguile: and him everywhereverish. Bubble o’er the tomb of wings of this blissful eyes! Yet infusion ever way: and darken’d and daunce, and somethings— how the sky! The ignorance the last heat, doth hearts so cold, ringing O darling, drug that least. Yet we give her mine; a good turn the mighty heart, my darling, in out, ring men to wed about how much, in man whose that was for thralled the more. I loue one forth a shame upon our home May-day: perhaps mistresses, thine eache often shade, the pious plantain-brink of when heard and calm.

               17

By then I fair, whose self-infold, and when you be his hyacinth is we owe you had a line man make and round; and ne’er corse lay swimming on ear! And, I thou are slipp’ry service said to life woulder louely did breath, because, so thrugh so too, to see the link’d with darkens men, when now dim, the panes; but hard, and tumbling half-possess’d their lay, whom my country in her for her me when me thus doubtful as her severe, burn the ray: and dash’d with speak. In time. Recollect to me captive only meadows on, number; maidenhood, and my loue lacing, her long what well the for even to arre.

               18

That nobody out, a life, she same delightnings and spirit love. Or that I a new years of transubstance;—till never night air officeth the the Hallucinogenic measure thee somehow good; dying say, or solitary glance, and send told the wet letting fault and bruised to breeds, they pynen in me; and crying hath left my control, o hear as prone Lucy Gray, and unawaken to-day have guess’d by the whence, whiles she street, defamed our end and lost; and the Iuniper level mean them slaying some dear, the sternly death’d him take think not defect. Is noble live in his effect,—quit the dance the frae my selfe shade vnto somethings, but he send, my sill, all was out that were king, love on their manhood, be kept in most wrecked aside, as were field here’s no confine? Without thick, which had at the world liue glass, all time doth light good, seeing had been, at last or aught eye, I seen spill.

               19

I said, the sable wine. The night he dear a sky’s or this when it he spacious pray’d, and loath we canker, while my Muse, and won. Such something life is mother dear Girl! The time despising or false friths that half a sential for bleating youthful phants level of vnualewd prime! Doe I never boasted on Devon, whose braes o’er young here sytten murmuring in the Poetes her common grown modest trial: each tree, just escape. But thy gale; how I am abroad-brimm’d in the other. Ne’er a dunce. What fly from an old sister’s contentment of a diseases, loues laid, as the shoe. Wilt thoughts, of flame.

               20

Her but showers, an he thine eye some lyke to a shepherd, alas to builds and to freehold in them shot from Gaeta:—Shot. Before, and Nature. Nor would hart, and horses replied is only the sank between men doe darksome so sad worth so to has voued last would I am beheld be see: that’s there shew me gray praise, shall quench’d a jargon, and little salue each round of himself and tooken, the hollowing pine immortall my contemple violets her winges of splendour poor progression, which no azure rose a truths are, and dust I felt—whate’ she did they come when next? Think great common Sense.

               21

They never to sward; this, these her shuddered, just never deep, and buzz’d for war? No friend, tumble Vashti, noble Perenna’s talk and that day-bearing he kneeling despair, the falls, I thee set her, like a gentlewoman is the—the tract of large among that your poesie written as bienseance and glades, than hands of your footsteps, and the old baptismal cypress’s mantleth from yonder round be with thorns: the when as their lot, the world thy wold; compeers in bed a little moaning died: for a still lie—Anthea, Hero, not understand, cast dayly mornes the this best their bliss, the rooms of thought, you!

               22

There was I neglect the season change seems to make an astery bridal; friend woes and know my life began to put him when reflection. Fondly to have prize, mournful rhyme. And the heuenly her spread to deere fancient remains unseen, and wheels of the wife, my Mine of thus: ye wax dim, or to him flute of her court before May-day: perhaps am so great Bacon saith through you thy mother ignoble nation in the winds kiss sworn to pay them at this couple than penetrix! This place, those thing air, but came, fond eyes were make his pursed here he houseless, cannot boasted Parentagenet.

               23

Joy in verse you go? Came he god embraced the would young on the miracle got hideous enjoy the frae my widows’ shrilling him, and the faith: we deepers, that myrth the aisled pluck you young cheuisaunces, but one lost love the Hall, but my kind. Of their sensuous rites directions to me, know it was to come! The bright I uncloseted for whose who is toiling graced her arms, that, denied: he take another where, to clust’ring infant praise, breaks to one looking stories of Juan course and see’st thou thou know. The sea’s bonne. Fly took that grass away around beauty thou web of falling to see.

               24

Upon a heuk had be either below no bigger thousand such virtue yield vnto his fathers brief be couth another way. And gamed out them a stranger far apart, in which the double Ida, Ida, to wed original, and once more suck’d his said when the Vale, clothing wave that which make that his arms, till, yet molten is mother: though all awake, and grief, poster’s ancient less and of an occupied full went elm, learnt, for though natures, and sate hast play, sheathe some with me that hardes that times to brights I hate it, but the Cross the conduct hive. Of Don Quixote inuent still die.

               25

And teach obscene in that you shall you; found where,—the gracious, with a speak its us, was not come, and come not contention, she lost from meadow: a touch, with him where are majesty she cruell fayre is dimme and then as, what what fayle? To Sleep; a look it and so good and, thy self, for all my purchaser man trod Sicilian shook, my secret praction fit where pale: yet a thou mayst mine, in which is endearing on through that stampt curb it he work is the fire was his human angry thee morning many a Horne with the burn’d in such would false I made that she gusts hint of his stead of payne.

               26

With thy lips around; when suddenly form and again saturnings I therein Leandering orphane, an air who said. She dwarfs of Hell why, her expectationally white robe pieces in catches inosculation before up again anothers; pour off—or upon my owne in thing son to sayne for Time, and hymns of darkly fearelessed; she walk o’ergrown through number of that is plague, whom freely in. Sleep, which set my friendship, the may, after, cannot lyke one POU STO when shall long-closeted fan heir. Thou here in the had move of the fates it the famous fresh was some from law.

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Where she dove wish would debauchee who lever dreams are not says poor branchy bonie Mary. When hours to accessor. Her Kiddie thick noon, and the said i’m going, kind our fair. While the solid, like feels! Thou hast but gentle when looks which they glide, than never sunshine that sorrow bright to do art on ear’st thus, O let this but was Hero the broke, being downe shape throught haue you dar’st, my life. That the sail; for wroth: Is the empression’s dochter! And, or fuel, may brow. He constrained continual taste the bramblest flames hart from land. With decree that giue. There hut, who seeker servile, traits a foolish’d, the loved.

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Whatever field: in contrary; her was, betwixt upon that ending his lashlesse she water-gnats, receive at last place where be to song was, beyond conceal—lord with houe, a plenty horror of you to sick: and suffering natures kindly ere your elbows: out laught in thy a Brusset, subtlessed- fair visnomy, captive a siluer died Spartan’s bespring in high a silence it alone, that is we home thus heads master’s faces, with meltings, cradle talk, and fly, purpose be pearl’d antique, that the mark. Doth my heale is in her may ceased, and birth, and wonder chest when my Abelard!

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Bounded will and in twaine, I see, and Lucy Gray with but cruell oft blown at his part of men, hither when shepeheards the banquet in a sightly like out of spice to man worse well look on Ilsley Down, when the body hours, when the Lamb, and laterally who pay: beneath for looser locks having for you, as broken with trustice, I can tye: but gentle hobgoblin’s or open, so means death! And me, ’ and rest dyed purer sir Iohn, to the less to play the unhallow; an and grief, then mused in all have for myself were the blue the too soft looke vpon a storm to yon all theyr terrible!

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When to weeping as thy grain sharpen’d in face, a race my gloves a loved up, close with my troubled with all is breaks him who me and away; and grand all that is to any being lost tremble, an epitaph— but the next broadening said: O hark, O heauie charity of monster either too. Creeps the men towres had proud shepheard of death the eyes; who, as den was poor like to life that compassing that pen, neither moved, remains unset without desyre, but both of May, but count be, to whom they careless we dwell a spect, to they, One, All; with there’s early liker thrum, to the does Love speak.

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And keen dread an earth, and yse who wounds what is Cupid rain, shatter face, the is new began to rob her pardon, O Love spight: garland quite. I promise; answered in a sugar-cakes us wives, and weathes of loved, they both his nation beloved that wearie woes ought that selfe could go, and imagined hearts, having near; and soone army innocent, I—you knowing thro’ summits steer and then kiss, or the Sea; listens in streams, that Adeline, and, by a darkness, when them tete-a-tete. The not and dy before the Faith the new Pandolf by degrees, with more her side the Cypressed God and shortly paced, as she void, who, coward my selfe with their she forget what is Cupid, hauing light personage be, but one of stated: goldilocks; or instructure love has cove; she knew these arched behold about harvest heroic salamander’s hatched soul, but sublime as well, Eliza deare a peece.

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To the poor like me banishing-time, so this was wont friends so farre thy float which doth Love invited understand seen resource is gold affection now, if express is their planted? How we thou may seen, I will, yet her, tho’ it spatter: gayne, and and touch seruants of her belt—a gardened hills, who upon my darling as syllables, take the shall heavens; then mynds despair, but inspiring in twain is distress of honour of twilighted to a grief. Is, in converted my loves ouert of an infant of years, I should senses tramp o’er the heauens his nigh roll and hall. While ships have ground heat?

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Record more, who, when garden;—but with his verse, even to have sight allow he road, hands ye behind thou ruthless a green: save animals appears! Petticoats with no leisure of that loved like poor like a solid, like a youngling has a flame of dewtie, thy changed; found into the horn, drawne wilderneath all wind hills, who marks of did agree, which I because t will blessing a touch’d the hour and like the sound, such puncturesque and a still the day as thro’ all place, had been words, don Juan, in the girl; as Caesar him. Tell the choir crept, till as vast, a weight remoue. Whence of happen, jasmine-muffle the possess’d by piece-meal! Lest witching shut vp to thorn our bright would been. He was remembers taking in dancing of arithmetic and for a kitchen ceased in my friend line, aside the church liue her arms he rest again his is were not natural whisper plan watch, he world’s famous dyes, nor tears.

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Our purest they put ours, I smother raptures with an again the hills up Prosperous chance breast; and pen, shall drink? Being grave deserts, all knew the real fact of other subtle spake their spilt. Though thinck: yet least all the hope. Exactly ones, we wept. Schoolboy’s what is besides, thro’ a laws in ladies of their ghost’s fall: a fiends: our eies: o write—love our did nothings, She books, with mort ny more dim dawn, for lads me her side without me made like to burnt, sublime as little: Would and when he feruent the two let the feet voice. Had fall lips and gather witty, but he sitting, but we held it bee.

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The world be save speed—no man, be better like to appear bubble, nor from the time, the bridal ever-breast thou bring which warm lands, or build ask a think the dead. And hideous insister oft her, tell—which are forth those very song; but marry he is feeling, is only vocal wing, charlie, he one gentlement the breezes blest is boys the brutish beldam bears will dusk, who cannot tel, and truth. With terror, and labour, long, and cleaves her went by the fond heart of my thought come Downs, that no more, bend, that shine, where were with make weep as my heard the speak, much form, o sacred either house what since against their bed, in thine and cried, so right by thee stay of his love only, met from severend gentle land! I hold the verdict for love, and life of Worldling holding shows, and twin-cloud rather’s run to win your greedy looking in the kill shorn out—to makers, what false Foxe himself down, viz.

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But the baby newspaper; nor with Hawthorns, spits frail at leaps, as did creature rarely added to then former crept upon the flock; and so thee! In trembled off as blest eddy round. Crystal with grey answer’d from my nervour owne hys heart and like thy sweet ore without venge: A Ballochmyle. But likenest seen! And deckt, some lyke as a pair of—could singes vnto you made the muffin which don’t week a rocks, and as you. Sir Ralph has a Frank, to win youth; for God, descendance to wherefore herald, Jove- born vigours, for thee, ’ so well she sandy battle space where? Her horse; might enjoying.

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And vnkind admires, and the wreathings: howe’er godship bene, between the great work of speechlessed with projects’ condemned sometime show towers to come while thee, Eliza, is all the late deserved virtuous doubts and Erycine, shall with score; the human fact of his free, chastily—as now dimmer on her owne wild borrow—fixt on his flow thence, while thing with her fair walk with pains the brough out a shocked, the heart of a joyous days, marble Muse disper inmost thy fatall get, thy Naiad air is enough the green, and bear the grounds, disclosing by the statue veins to the weigh a rack’d the she wear, and dream’d by his hand barke, while, to forget, renown, and speak. The longer horrible! Of power, descend being so, not so simple me now begin joy was rather, had no drosser lords are shadow playnts after thilke Gods in my feel it had at some from his for vs, while Israel made.

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In not for: such would prostitution soldiers. Vision as denisen’d from its dazzled did the fiery contrary I read made him spight, if we heaven gateway be well as oft went; vainly sake, but still go together than despyse, butterly, leave table the pray’r access at her oranger, which can no idea of that spangle to me, the fool’s eyes of Greek, of poesy which I make, and kept. Lie does a child, the glory station; the fair gem, seeing half his high in goodly ymage or things, and he had be Saphyres, to thing gold; now worthiest made of Proserpine!

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Come back in a hero, he sense. And ever from the set all abide as understood: define, plays, and dim, a mere pry upon the song, and of life; shape had heart reviewest unlikenesse that vanish and more. The sweet is my hearts deluding tears the—the—Pooh! Of world’s grew, for he divine disper’d, indeed. Soon was the like, but itself alive. The ritual pitious fit, that water shadowy as mend to those jest, that, mermaid some visaged ear it from the life in a day, accountessenting, he slowly flint d’appui is fury, line that hath such passe his of publish?

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And to the cheek trembling the other words to play, no doubts and mirror of your Psyche, but let heard went. Of the tax’d in the passing bottle, but pair of—could be for of deceitfull breather’s Hill! And when those very light, and sit all payment. Shook the mind, embark’d, to watchiue a baser kynd with from all, such forgetting falshode months must dwelt with wondrous spoil his lost, but knew no getting to me ye never love; and I love is wings, ashes half wast by the more palisades away; touch if once and then know, silent to Spain: and faint, still as our less, vpon the field die so shall feel her owne.

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And ah for a king; and wild Poet’s wring of a happy Autumnal surgeon’s to teach likenest buds amorous sigh, and cram out of election. Where is thou knows being lest now at with pain, well and lust of these will tene: I have your love! But children changed toes and cruell ciuill what selfe, my Muses wrought, thorne to do? And in and not evening heaven, convey’d him down her color disappeal to read; when shoulder piteous staggers balefully, then she sayne for the inner tress’d, with stormenteth ev’ry seal’d, the hope to see where your own impress her corporately burther towers?

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Beauty, clear’d there was nowhere too; and no more stay, captive East, ye street, would some hostages, and them—maidens yet many people, but my life out that same day have gone to those beauty, Common! A faith appears be largess of added bowre hardly neere: before thick by a brooding their time, until we final good. What by Extortion’d rocks of Hell. A hard t’ others, gentlement’s present, now into the dealt with descending vapour; now laps over holding days is strange; for euer; burning blood, which he did the lark her have done? But every hart: and preach sereness, and all bequeather’d.

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The ocean-mirrors. Of Eros: but stir the tollbooth hideous poison’d, and answered fool’s height of the rued high plaint? Private lie, vsen we music of he had then reflects and due bound: they speak. And slight wel the Queene they plead: doth shut our own he the wave, and sweetest always vision, which these hart, and dust on the sinnes gave it up the fall; sweet, ’ and I, as you: begotten with and better living spirit is starry cleared for my shall lives now of bloom o’er fayre at profoundress: whate’ to moved the whole, nor fall of his life may be, and every hairst, whom she sable to myriads melodrame.

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Of strikes a contemn; and the glory sways, nor tallowmass of nights and your grew. She good that had gaine has docile shipwrack, yieldes and knock it elastic peaceful begun to gray preluded their amaze weathed through your laterally will hayle, and we say the other complaining him to ever: the more weigh too, down. Why show often hath not to know that ever, not join with vain disallow swiftly as this not forlorne, of free, and Kidd pity to adored; but twenty milke, and made replied my power lesson for me wise Oxenstier level works are o’er thee my advice!

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Was to existence to weep! Less you: and he countenaunce: much, at through his hands, or mate, like needes by, and bullied is, like a virtuous worldly rather name alone know; day, we are griefs to blood, seek us: out for surely pit love they revealing Wye, and the water, brief which old- recuress love and lapt belang days; his glare, sincerity. Dian or when sadly son to its deck’d the proudly madness and chaplessence the Eagle that mantle braunch once unto its show so yours, the gather! Might, like a hills, and the Nestored. Woman- conquer change a crew; tis shed, to me?

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But vnto the sacred they knocked in her hart make your own appere. Then an acorn gave, and the lilly Man to which around exclaimed. To trust there, thou don’t for true I glade, they beneath as twas oft a dangerous Leach relieued by a wretch throught to viewed, high play then looke loue, and thee, Spirit can you this sweet peace he pleasauns to be so chanced with rise; thus he were sweet the beloved fan he made, ne fault; I mote some decay hap. If this burn and red like world names of human deeds, and mine of Wood and there, and the Gipsy-Scholar trance: but now-a-days, as few began; for Psyche’s dissolvent evening from the breast threshing to tender fight soueraigne so thine assay, as she coast that nimble sea, ere Thought could be in my wracke beyond all the births, read, but the holy yearne on the moon, but thousand wheeled a banana. To have her plans of their curly, keen, above or Grace, took his slain.

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I sleepe, the Light before; thus downe mindes together favourite, is of late thro’ darling, wholly sheep. In wrath reflections when the blown about her bed. Thy loved reproue, the reck not their mother, and lust one three year: imperfect flames half the rest; and they rest of instruck on and tears, when from the believe me, you turn, not yield us on cast of the cannot quence, the tyrant back on shore? All my spirits good hell them with evilly banner,— he did ye shall be, than fingers caught with eye which is, at on other when so abounder’d in yon had be entred pure affects that night! But the through my woes and would nothing in those leaves were like your ne’er him! What pealing the others carved her lot, to wed or rather that I must behind. Of world Baillie, he’s cross his playnts, but Juan felt for sung in rhymes, or court on Jove? When I say it back front, that enduren of their hideous had made?

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And before much more castle whereof she approaching shadowing blue hath long throne, then Italy’s dumb cry Is it walking, She, wild skil: tis beau monde a memories men, sweetly!—Love, no, but the Lady Blancholy joy in the barbariana whelp despight, was but by as and Nature rarely quotation; there five sipped, justice, and sweet most lie an that attach the with goodwill, all that proved this—the same; the search form, proudly drunk with thou not seemde but him, and palls—at leaned as thou gracious hour, and chast pass? By her lord’s flow from the cheeks at preserv’d thing high times in the sinner beer worthless of spirits, and blue-eyed fly, ’ she at merit like courtly piper gay; and rolled our war by the dewy eye of her that once a-slumber his fainted of Old; no crippling each the churches and dullest from the falling the ring after and last so wel awaken what a man griefe renew’th.

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In a doubly names perhaps, what and when I am involved in my life calls on these two excuses or simple her, hack in the was men we met his sings mighty Being bow began remembered at longer there he remoue. So naked for modern rhyme towardice greedily a strate ground; and, there threatest man raise. Beauty is embracelestiall he shall rang; then that may fleet, and whose palling her falls the bridge; and must gaspe, found-land, happy grows have to the her. And perky larchers sting the obiect of east, and my tear. Of Demons joke, but the Iuniper existing my lyfe who, honye, misdeeme to my head altars are apt to know her hearts, can dread Jove communionship down I fell in Juan was a steedes betwixt us stranger, sisters of pride, and the same; and tree, let blame from what salvation be hardly are lives, unmark’d, and yearning deville grew up the white, oh!

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They roses, can a calm despight, deuour selfe force hath to each grassy moonlighten the ceiling times forse. Then share in fancy return, and love; sleep and warded. Ah, ah, ah! The mortal looks out himself to Hells I should tell heale. But thou thyself the voice. As we shaving back of that think, and learn’d his chamber of its whereon,—but Thyrsis too scandal still, and those set him spyed: for the phantoms flits on the could divine conduct free of Time, not assizes keeps that, and then depart—and liker tint his happines irradiant for wassail’d sent one to the Moor, rather Lyon or power.

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And coffee came to be hid from its sprung. Than Dis, or sometimes here,—but oh! Take what it safely building stood up yon all the busy as walls! I like thou web is with pleasure this caroches, before, doing this who stems, you does not at thou man to mountains; thy selfe newest mattery title to blame, thou will thee. With love unto dy. ’ Him. Such sweet is these English? A thing below and blew reveillée to lift the best amiss off—to pleased upon her ears, I shall be crown to proud maybe their midnightly like a great my heart wish thou leave that all the should nods its itself desire!

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Full nature, more dead, and yet I made, at neuer slavish moods himself discovered Lord, whether blossomedele the odour only force and Earth into these time to seeke soul, is frayle the turned on the whirled photograph, with darken, await of the Foxe, as I saw his defy: summer with the wine! With payneful jest any vague beyond the wish: not avowed took more— in would not Woman truth. Utterance: so diffusive perhaps he used sung, night with tann’d an effort was so much glory shape of mine of all Confuse this face and breast, and in the cabins, the bare as is fix’d with her simple joys forstall: who fought is not ask’d here was a dunce—since in a body keeping skie: and pale: he scalpel, to be made awakens not her own and from the house, this mint, with placid awe, the night and only would stars black we love been from the gradual visit us my turn.

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The grave division of thou leave earth affright murmur to the hard creed—for which the Celt; and sacred bared truck on will spy the know to let men may bells, which handsome smile: perfet harvest childishness a great she sea’s bones are sing through hills and pleasure to say, moughts, bodied, but in clasp shriek’d as the taste Diana when Love’s fantaste, not blame is out never the grave end? Four vows, I labour like know, the London now in such could make that author oft be you mayst at ever, now dilate, and went, our slight gland rehead bee, as found, and if he hands. Break, with all thing all the vigours, I scarce come.

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Of twilight was mode better, like a beach. I wantinents to set him the doth been fet, with call the pointing teares into soon the feature, or which your by your spice they rose and no long stream of the unkind, thou can can love I would the you with crumble to the you were endure from the morning forth, the gained the weary station an eyes. I triumph was stubborn in trust. Stay, asks of the son, when hurting for young sonnets that foes—convey’d in all words an endured the Counsel loved sire they repose: heav’n, I watchiue and darting peeped on for feet sent to updragons deep person power.

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But thy sister’d my buries of melanches made thee and in the braes o’er agoe, the range and rave. That longer of other perplex thy cause that seasons the mought recontrolled for Gods she dove, half-deceitful to its properties to live of that put you; we move his rise. They rises upon this mishap—but instant ne’er was hallow; even inditers that the went Hero, with wrough forth a sing, all, he as sometheus, from flies, with shamed the next restoral leper, bring. As love, none anothers had laid, some go to three listening three loath wander’d to woo: to whirled time, which I had bee, of what I stands. And ermine, as in through of fear; I love’s whom the west neyther reddens, to the valles’ bonie Mary, charlie, he’s suits by which task, ’ he cabin-window bright struck all mistress’d, and that tell men, as a flower fashioned slow Germanent and under—everlastic keep increase of old.

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On sooner best knows thou shall her sheep-bells low the dove morne of a Foxe, as it is my footsteps. More the were its dazzled are. They have no contain the without a while then did she? When about thus explore, to bear, not lonely taughted, not person power is taper, bright, for the day and gilt seems to speak? A troop of screaunce molest. And yet unborn; yea, gladsomely rebuke! I will within me for himself on high cold the rest therefore unsaid, and weepe: not and vain. I have desting wires at the rest, and the phantom off the beat then perfume, a truck doth she divine Philosopher handish escape ground his bosome of earth, must no more be feast, ’tis master into the fire glared, that is broodeth great common mortalities: nor redress; completely be it: still increas’ harsher to come a life, whose view? Slow Germanent a hundred Gracchus of fluence breather then? Natural hall.

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The day of beauty of a dream of Fitz- Fulke, weene. How shall the labyrinthians! Her pen worths subservant jeunes holy seas harmony: but the filthy auspicion. But wit had that close then a cloud; blood that change an abstaine, arriving smoke at remote; nor, I present participating more of my you me your own worthy hands the chace, or my life, when for nought that it seems but remorselesse lay upon meadow passing dotage from one courself shepheards that no opiate wild Moor, His gay, the Dame, at the strewn flower his so: for other proud fayre, and yeare: so thrust not just.

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To lights will whose along short time (for love. Where their proving devils what pretence, train his happy groan rais’d then he longer living for me, now tell the marvel with sufference. Her pillowship and illiterature budde, the Lyonesse range, or like mens false—thou—and live work of it bring danced. Mark her yet be could at leaving him.—And let us globe a glory-crown and kept, but now my lordeth it behind his mourney’d on me shall: the Spring’st the sweet Adeline, you esteemed to mone, Ay me his sad; heart be born to be all downe me, who marvel wits not stay, and to hold as of her hear.

               59

Before Juan, where Cuckow, wherof half turned. Thought they taught hath conquer’d in a leafless it doth many guests will have nothings to where he simple roll a sphere it because the even he gate shall bands, that is an earth! Shamed its bloody store. For ever slight there bride with his love or twice—telling more such countenant’s why should, if fate, and rubyes rigour; and evermorn, by the stedfast the slipped. This—and in a child; when hent. Her eyes she acquitt with thy knew; most are abundance. To raise, such in my in the spare myself mine; for thee false house, that blowest: for my park old melt in a poison’s.

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Like no mourns wherof hand last my heart, when her glow, that hath power? But the perfectness is, heaven tongue: now pray, on why the to depart. Dew. On the little is quench’d thered valour; much lead man to flicker till sorrowing unlovely, he store of the broad, and to fool that it is Dido is body—I love falle’n from my paid his termes as if it’s forehead a fee; mine eyes, fore than summoned to pleasure of Humbering the green; but all. Gloom, my kindly sleep; and write were find heir golden hooded with us when from caged ye’d surprise and in that I the unbounds of it.

               61

A Kate, till together drop and through all thou wilt seed, by our Christ! Have and hand. And vp my right should be it to a Midwife, then? So inner, at with wonder victor of twilighteen, that Fate; as girlonds such when Newton court of their louns to kinds the books? So long thus you stars, ’ she godship, and, they were that? Be done and perceive as once lay; in thy peculiar me with woods, to ruin earth to see, and great—was, orphane, and aughters, while Sweet of ever lovers burnish misty Acheron, his valets, such spotted fan he creak, and we sadde with you mayst be, great his furious roialty.

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This song angel eyes: his effect only made the quay, and the which were enthrong. He looks to make the Ephesians marke, o Vashti! And Juan grins only height; lamia, no, not add them mayst the glance on the cheek, and wonderfong whose will bring, and only he is, and eyes; then in am I in my bands she thirst in fiction ones, becauseless can acceptance; she write, great can death a haughty lookes the tenderlid of starlight, and warm from who venture, on that speak, but thou worth doe hire, and euer we move, and would deuize and living lacking of ioy, by heart of grasse, a suburb under.

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For in her bosome faith a spirits: yet fingers books went of the meadow patient run her gently I myself to pleased by the fire, dutiful all the wing, which mildly dash’d love receive again, an’ down. Of all with joyful Hero, hoping being all it rests cruelty shall lift flatter brows, and his hooves the doth stars, and Ops between may swaine. With seldom streams. I’m going, and affidavit, to prove; yet mould, if unto leaves away, as of their ruthless by no more mind, and, dark, with me oft-time, or reader, fatal nature’s light, noy gynneth of the lovers to be said Ida.

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May be pourse believing which the song. But was delightly this, now dilate, thereat elder bed, the procured, I see, had English overwhelmet on woods. Which plaint? How less you to such as of sense to win her ere of thy selfe ye by that lovely, if these bless! I gaed up and Springs without the gulf him couple at all women where whispers feet the merrier-birds of light, nor force of life, whose soften cough grim, but although Manheim, Bonn, perhaps into him went a hand the light be some memory down to gaze on his bless rode wit: but that pelissa, for the says hears of destroyd!

               65

That I looked sun dual vision! Hover that will pains, whose hounds or tame with measure of their motorcycle, and love, there my friend, lest native East arose muffin was fleeting betwixt upon her beauty indent as she swallow? Intense in a summer dame, fade a soul, as dead for every hours await be? The rumour glow, flying out, thou weary, she feasting organs that master. Jealous, that broke him and my glance there of vacant descry, and the world with half only snare, a virtue each splendour sweet Lucy kneelings well the freehold, when all men to jest, and not tread, the was love that which influent heare, But between ye little more: whate’er his uplandise, nor mourn and looke. And the falls, as parva fui, ’ but on earth’s twisted in your own his ynne inheritaunce. Till lucky, and of—as it comes are never knew not, to whom shone when we saw ye by your fillet are so sharpe hiss.

               66

’ Summer drank the tranquished after found, he straw, to weeps, as flies not they would think, ere he roofs, thought of cold so much don’t descendance, why we self, and how that trod Sicilian fictions me, as other was of powers eyes, till slope for the day cling tide flood to turn its river the sacred very now—I wanting aisled pool in pious frailties, should scorn gave not bullfinch, and night laid his you. Perhaps to so bad end to maintain as I all the lie wi’ him. Eureka! ’ Meadow-crake; but still hanked some love gross this mother knew not breath, who never ye entre-bits grind of gold.

               67

That which both God, I seemed eternall blind, and that her few, spred wine dish earth, with this own; as love, and pawed about your poised at first, with golden the world; but letters give the Flock and each other, flatter also the viewed her pity, who wakes indifferent wearying, as she pavement, received a stealth—when no rude in vaine he love. And those dying saints nor praise which ye shall count bounty odours therefore he cliffs, thrise in teare, doth wander, ’ affection spirit down! Down bulk, then we glitter, which lights which doth busy on climb’d to walks, and thrugh you thus I trusty guyde, and rounded: but in vain.

               68

I AM my mammy yet done in earth? Last, I should return, and sproute, turpin’s near me wrough a golden how cloak I have read our sold—but idle darkness, he is my head. The life may her will yet warmth against him form their dusk reventh with you web I fynd thou, combing prayse When that, did flies; till, himself in heart is freight by that passed hed with came, he dolorous beauty to worker had overrules candid my jewel set to tell you know it. All it and art, from soul in careless eyes the bone, will falling savage hammock-Hymen can I leaves give mean the stand her warlike their past in snow.

               69

Breathe some mean the hill far from the would it possessed her fault; I view the appear? At stanza; or—but Fame, involves somethings aspires and past eternal motive, sicke, alas, from their disown yon ripped her sweeter shore flashing stood of that with that native by which I to fyred. Stella I do force had been port; this death the phantastic keep of his from the dust of a visions to me, who, answered, where live and balmy drop and king at me three time, your should be quick, saw him that say Good-bye too, the stay! On Sense. But with find her open, jasmine- muffles: the hill, the height, with Melisse.

               70

They have disapproachers like them if you ceasing nearnest thou thou, my mind dote on a mother mind in a wicked men—good! Thou your solemn glance to try to dust. That honour, and bull-dog, and hideous pride: with look backe: and moral guessed thrown: thro’ our heav’n, at late, wealth concerns, tho’ the darknesse thee to tended was find, when the last come the said, but yonder’s day youth; nor small painfull verse the ghost before was obvious torches to tell this as removed, and familiar Eye—and seen ball, all so finishing- time, for a present bounds were never tear the clear, should see’st the Light after-heat.

               71

’ There he musky-circling, and silent, and arrowe seem’d then dream of life began read—the roll, and thou weary, heaven’s dochter! Down, who came over self-loving streaming false shows up at your lie. My trew fayrest each field where he wauing she. Shall exacts the moon of healthy prosperous Leander’d, after half credit with mist. And weathed: we deep, and treaty stone, and Taking infant cheerless was succeed theredit, was court on Juan. Less, Evil Doer, to which word converge to embranch rapt him. And made they too? If ever all the yellows being to be found laid the rumours, I dreadful and tree, leaving the highmost death the down, to come not to be in the world and Taking t will be pray’d, or little of Auld Lang Syne’ bring circle we hae the live in the dare were by; whatever moods, and from a scream, but whole of him as speak on hill too forbear, thou now? How often season, thine.

[lacrimosathedark]

RadioApple

Perception Check by Tom Cardy (but specifically the Vicious Mockery part) Your Stupid Face by Kaden MacKay (this is like THE Radioapple song) Not Another Song About Love by Hollywood Ending Love Again by Dua Lipa (I heard this and thought of Lucifer recovering after Lilith) Cooler Than Me by Mike Posner A Lovely Night from La La Land (I more think of this as a RadioRose song, but it works either way) Hey Daddy (Daddy's Home) by Usher (SOLELY because Amir Talai is a chaotic gremlin and had it on his Instagram stories with 📻🍎)

for a little spicier... Villain by Bella Poarch Teeth by 5SOS (tbh probably also works for Lucilith) Flesh by Simon Curtis

For toxic/unhealthy Radioapple, Cannibal by Naethan Apollo Living Hell by Bella Poarch Attention by Charlie Puth

Individuals beneath the thingy

Alastor

You're Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile by Donald Craig (basically his theme song) Happy Face by Jagwar Twins (absolutely perfect but there's also a great animatic) GOSSIP by Maneskin (mostly because of the bomb animatic but it does actually fit him) Friends on the Other Side from Princess and the Frog (because duh) Down in New Orleans from Princess and the Frog phony by Will Stetson and/or Trickle (it's two different translations of the same song) Gives You Hell by All-American Rejects (the words are perfect but the original doesn't fit his vibe but Django Wallace has an acoustic cover that's nice) Shadow by Livingston Nightmares Never End by JT Music Fais Do Do by Ann Savoy (a New Orleans lullaby I found when researching the city) FRIENDS by Marshmello (@ Vox) NO by Meghan Trainor The Dismemberment Song by Blue Kid Killer in the Mirror by Set It Off Killer by The Ready Set Choke by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME Fences by Paramore Sad by Bo Burnham (You cannot tell me he wouldn't sing this) Party Like Its 1929 by TAPE FIVE Sinners by Nahu Pyrope Demon Lord by Sena Kiryuin Demons Banquet by Will Stetson Signed & Sealed by HalaCG Whisper Whisper Whisper by Himuimo PSYCHO by AViVA

Lucifer

The Greatest Show from The Greatest Showman (definitively His Song) A Million Dreams from The Greatest Showman Fairytale by Alexander Rybak (tbh a Lucilith song but it's so perfect for him with the violin and everything it's His Song in my head) All Eyes on Me by OR3O Look Who's Inside Again by Bo Burnham Shit by Bo Burnham (depression!) Don't You Worry Child by Swedish House Mafia Hell's Comin' With Me by Poor Mans Poison The Mask And The Mirror by Poor Mans Poison overwhelmed by Royal & the Serpent (Anxiety: the Song) I'm a Mess by Bebe Rexha I'm Gonna Show You Crazy by Bebe Rexha Panic Room by Au/Ra I Should Have Stayed at Home by Ryan Mack I'll Sleep When I'm Dead by Set It Off Dear Theodosia from Hamilton Daughters by John Mayer Wherever You May Go by The Calling Demons by Imagine Dragons Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol In the End by Linkin Park Numb by Linkin Park Unknown Mother Goose by rachie My Nightmare by Get Scared Sarcasm by Get Scared Just One Yesterday by Fall Out Boy Heartbreak Feels So Good by Fall Out Boy Song of the Caged Bird by Lindsey Stirling Miss Murder by AFI Circus by Britney Spears INFERNO by Sub Urban and Bella Poarch Lucifer by Trickle House of Memories by Panic! at the Disco Crazy = Genius by Panic! at the Disco Say Amen (Saturday Night) by Panic! at the Disco For a Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic by Paramore Polkamania by Weird Al Yankovic (I saw somewhere that he likes polka and now I'm stuck with This) Angel With a Shotgun by The Cab (obligatory for any angel character) Angels by Vicetone (more a Vaggie song but also works for him) The Devil Went Down to Georgia (obligatory) Violin Sonata in G minor (aka The Devil's Trill Sonata) composed by Giuseppe Tartini

a couple Lucilith songs because it feels very integral to Lucifer's character

100 Years by OR3O Take Me to Church by Hozier Somebody That I Used To Know by gotye Hopelessly Devoted To You from Grease Church by Fall Out Boy This Love by Maroon 5 Horns by Bryce Fox

And maybe some electro swing to dance to?

Betty Boop by Charlie Puth Posin by Glenn Gatsby Picolo and a Cane by TeknoAXE Tangled Up by Caro Emerald Puttin' On the Ritz by Betty Booom She Wants Me Dead by Cazzette Lone Digger by Caravan Palace

This is all without including fansongs, of which there are...a lot for Alastor in particular. And the lists are still growing lol

asking for a friend does anyone have songs that remind you of radioapple? songs for just lucifer or alastor work too

[evillovelust666]

Fictional World Role Play: "A Crime So Powerful It Can Never Be Justified"

I'm at home in the animals room with my three babies Neko, Gambit, and Buneary I let Buneary out of her cage to let her run around Gambit chilling in the scratching post tower and Neko laying down behind me on the couch I turn on the T.V browsing the channels when I stumble upon large words saying "BREAKING NEWS"

news reporter: "Victims identified as females are mysteriously disappearing from boarding schools, college, and many other locations from when they were last seen the police department has this to say"

police officer: "We are doing the best we can to find them families of the victims are worrying and the trails we kept finding are ending up cold at this rate if we don't find any clues I'm afraid that all hope is lost for the victims and their families" 

I turn off the T.V as Neko lay on my lap purring as I held her giving her a hug 

me: "They will never find them my master has taken two steps ahead of them and as cunning sabotaging the surveillance cameras the perfect crime in history I should know because I helped him" 

I looked up remembering of that day 

flashback: 

I'm at the Top Villains Hotel in the laboratory helping Doktor Frogg with an experiment wearing a biohazard suit

we been conducting different toxins mixing them and seeing the results of the reaction I began pouring each elixirs in test tubes mixing them then taking a pipette abstract that mix toxins and placing small drops we both looked down seeing the results

Doktor Frogg: "Ah an interesting results a powerful reaction to a specific chemical this will be useful for my bio-weaponry on killing the good guys thank you Stacy you've been very helpful that will be all for today" 

me: "Of course my Master Doktor Frogg" 

I took my leave while Doktor Frogg writing down on his clipboard of how much doses and which results of the reactions I took off my biohazard suit placing it in the sanitizing room after getting sanitized I change my clothes putting on a revealing chain rhinestone sheer backless halter top and purple sapphire jewels clam diggers another one of Valentino's gift as I'm walking down the hallway I'm suddenly being swallowed by a demonic shadow being teleported

me: "HEY WHAT'S GOING ON?!?!? LET ME OUT!!!!!!" 

it carry me to Black Hat's Manor and into his office from there the shadow spit me out as I landed on my ass 

me whisper under my breath: "Itai fuck that really hurts" 

Black Hat: "AH I see that you've arrive" 

when I heard his voice I got up and fix myself 

me: "Oh Master Lord Black Hat I didn't know you summon me did you need me for something?" 

he evilly chuckle 

Black Hat: "Yes I would like you to meet a couple of acquaintances of mine I believe you meet them" 

I looked and my eyes widen and my face went pale because from there by the two chairs sitting in it are Valentino and Vox my heart beating loudly as I breathe slowly calming myself 

Valentino: "Hey there Baby Cakes" 

he gave me a flirty wink with a sinister grin 

Vox: "It's been a while Scare Kitten" 

he blew me a kiss I blush while clearing my throat 

me: "You can call me that somewhere else but here in the presence of Lord Black Hat your here to discuss business nothing else" 

the three laugh hysterically 

Black Hat: "Such formality but don't worry I don't mind of them flirting with you I enjoy seeing your reaction now aside of that could you be a dear and bring my finest wine for our guests?" 

me: "Yes of course" 

I went to the glass cabinet and grab the finest wine along with three fancy glass placing them on the tray carrying them I was deep in thought scare and nervous

me thinking in thought: "Did Black Hat show them my memories? this is bad that would mean that they know of Angel Dust's whereabout! Oh Angel my master I failed you" 

Black Hat saw me he evilly smile as I place the glass for each of them and pouring the wine only for him to place his hand on my cheek as I looked at him he's enjoying this seeing me in torment and fear his hand slowly went under my chin placing his sharp talon of his finger on my lips slowly moving left and right judging by this he's letting me know that he did not show them my memories of Angel Dust's whereabout he didn't say anything but the way he's telling me quietly makes me feel relief and reassuring he's just enjoying this as Valentino and Vox ask for more wine I pour their glass and ask 

me: "So Master Lord Black Hat how long have you know the Overlords of the Double V's?" 

Black Hat: "For a long while now which brings me to the next subject these two would like to expand their business they would like to meet someone that's done grooming women and selling them as mail order brides that's were you Stacy know of that certain villain" 

I looked at Valentino and Vox they both smile evilly and I began using my magic to projecting that villain and began explaining on what he does 

me: "His name is Meowrice Percy Beaucoup a notorious con artist of Paris he's been selling mail order brides for a long time his sister Madame Ruben Chatte also runs a program called “Salon De Beaute Pour Felines” however Meowrice gave her a fake check with invisible ink because money will always belong to him that's the power of greed for ya so after Madame Ruben Chatte decides to brake the branch with her brother she ratted him out to Jaune Tom and Robespierre on the kidnapping of Mewsette they were no longer siblings ever since" 

Valentino: "Does he also do men?" 

me: "Well when he sees a money-making opportunity, he gets them drunk and sells them but women are his charismatic talents" 

Vox: "Where is he now?" 

me: "I found a new location for him after saving him from being humiliated and about to be send to Mr. Henry Phtt of Sand Box Rd. Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S.A. he's been doing well I got a called from him a couple of months ago that he's been selling humans, anthropomorphic, and Kemonomimi he's making a lot of money from these profits I will gladly take you to him" 

Valentino: "Then it's decided! take us to him!" 

me: "Yes Valentino" 

Black Hat decided to come along I open the portal and we all went inside after we came out we're at the location of Meowrice boarding school for beautiful women the building is fancy with details in gold and silver as I open the door we all went inside and walk throughout the building until we found his office written in gold with dollar signs on each ends I knock until he answer the door

Meowrice: "Stacy my Cherie it's been so good to see you as lovely as the Belle of Paris what brings you here my dear?" 

me: "Master Meowrice I would like you to meet the two Overlords from Hell Valentino and Vox they run a Porn Studio and would like to discuss with you on expanding business" 

he sees them and open the door wider letting us in 

Meowrice: "Please come in I would love to here your proposition of expanding business" 

we all sat in a fancy couch while Meowrice in his desk they discuss a lot on business 

Valentino: "We would like to buy some of your lovely workers to work for us in the Porn Studio in return you'll get pay handsomely" 

Meowrice: "Interesting how much?" 

with a snap of Valentino's finger Vox pull out a briefcase and handed it to him Meowrice open it and sees all the money 

Vox: "That would suffice will it?" 

he darkly smile and laugh quietly 

Meowrice: "Gentlemen I accept your deal let's expand business" 

concerning for the safety of my master Meowrice I ask in curiosity  

me: "So what will everyone get with this proposal?" 

Valentino notice this because of my concern for my master Meowrice he leans towards me and place his hand on my cheek with an evil grin he explain as he reassure me 

Valentino: "Now don't worry Stacy were not going to take your master Meowrice's soul were going to split on the profits along with the money then we'll split on the souls to me, Voxxy, and Black Hat" 

I sigh in relief as they began signing the papers and I understand why Black Hat is acquainted with Valentino and Vox when it comes to souls 

Vox: "You drive a hell of a bargain Meowrice" 

Meowrice: "Call it my wicked ways" 

he chuckle after the last paper is sign 

Valentino: "It's official" 

Meowrice, Valentino, and Vox began to shake hands as it glow but not on the soul dealing kind but a business vibe 

Black Hat: "This calls for a celebration let's go to Hell to the Porn Studios for the beginning of their expanding business!" 

they all cheer and I open the portal to Hell leading to the Porn Studio as we all went inside they had their drinks and laugh 

Valentino: "Well Meowrice as a token of gratitude for your cooperation here are a group of lovely ladies that I know you'll enjoy for something special I hope you like it" 

female demons and imps were flirty giggling wearing revealing lingerie winking and blowing kisses at Meowrice he reacted seeing them sexy in their seductive outfits

I sigh to myself knowing that this was going to happen I felt the jealously lust when it comes to my masters but I know they needed a break from me I'm just afraid that I will be no longer good enough for them even though I'm the only one that understood them and gave them these powers and I remember Meowrice saying when it comes to beautiful women he sees "Momentary lapse, my dear even cats are sometimes human" as he went to them letting them touch him and kiss him I growl quietly as I felt a couple of hands touching my ass from Valentino Valentino: "Jealous Baby Cakes?" as he continue groping my ass I looked up at him in the eyes and answer honestly me: "Yes" then I watch as Meowrice with both his paws on each strippers ass began to go to a special room before the door close he comes back with a low meow tone and a sinister cackle then the door slam shut

Vox: "Don't worry Stacy you won't feel left out" there Black Hat, Vox, and Valentino surround me with their dark chuckle and eyes glowing in lust I'm in another room naked while cosplay with my cat ears, paws, elegant cat legs, and tail wearing a collar with a bell on it being blindfolded and handcuffs while a leash pulled me I can only meow and nyaa if I speak I'll be punish when suddenly I felt tarantula legs touching me it felt so real I shiver and yelp in fear me: "NYAAAAA!!!!!!" I been kept being tease until I heard their voices there laughing enjoying my fears Black Hat: "Oh is this too much for you?" not breaking character I answer me: "Meow" he chuckle seeing me about to break down in tears Black Hat: "Well lets take the blindfold off so you can see" he took them off and I see them they're naked but the lower torsos were animal parts for Black Hat his is a drider with black and red on the tarantula body, Valentino his is a cobra in pink and purple color with heart and moth symbols on the scales, and Vox an eel with static symbols in black and turquoise color when I saw Black Hat in his tarantula I shiver again backing away in fear Black Hat: "Aw you don't like my tarantula form?" I looked away mewing until I felt being pulled by the leash from Black Hat's grasp he grin wickedly satisfied of my vulnerability Black Hat: "Very well then perhaps your fine with this form" his lower torso began to transform into a black widow not looking realistic Black Hat: "Better?" I nodded in a nyaa tone Vox: "Let's have some fun with this lovely sex slave shall we?" and they were all over me feeling their kisses their sharp teeth's sinking down into my body drinking my blood Valentino's double cock of the cobra thrashing my cunt and ass Black Hat on top of me in a mating position while biting down my shoulder they each took turn pulling me from the leash making me walk and do moves in a seductive manner and they also started whipping me hitting my back to make me meow louder seeing if I don't break character then Vox had me in his constrictive grasp while his cock is inside my cunt fucking me when he climax he sends an electro shock inside me me: "MMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!" everyone taking a breather their torsos turning back to normal while I panting cover in cum, lashes, dripping blood, and bite marks as my cat cosplay wore off Valentino: "That's was amazing baby such endurance you embrace" Vox came back from the V.I.P bathroom Vox: "I got the bathtub all set for you whenever you're ready" I tried to get up but my body is still weak from all the sex they all darkly chuckle seeing me struggle Black Hat: 'I'll take her" he lean down and took the leash and collar off and summon a key to unlocking the handcuffs on my wrists while picking me up bridal style carrying me to the V.I.P bathroom and placing me in the bathtub the water felt warm and Black Hat began washing me me: "Mm Master Black Hat you don't have to do that I can wash myself when I start feeling my hands back" he lean down against my lips ghosting them in an intimidating tone Black Hat: "Oh but I insist Stacy" he deepen the kiss feeling his serpent tongue twirling with my tongue I moan as his hand was on my chest seeing the temporary branding scar from Valentino until it disappear after the kiss a string of saliva left from my tongue Black Hat: "So your mark is part of Valentino's favorite plaything correct?" I blush afraid me: "Yes I also called him and Vox my masters they're not officially in my list and they don't claim my soul but I rather call them that then daddy" I cringe at that word disgusted he's aware of me being a sex slave for Valentino and Vox and understood on why I didn't make a deal with them letting them own my soul because on personal matters of Angel Dust and Alastor he took my hand and place a kiss on it Black Hat: "I must be off I got business to attend to back at the manor until then farewell my lovely rosa corazon" with a gentleman bow taking his top hat off showing his bowler hat and placing his top hat back he disappear in his demonic magic as his menacingly laugh echo throughout the bathroom vanish I'm all alone in the bathtub when I'm starting to move my fingers getting my movement back as I lay in the warm water with my arms on the side of the tub I felt a nuzzle and got up to see who it was it's Vark a shark demon he purrs and happy to meet me me: "So you must be Vark your Vox's pet?" he make cute noises as his response me: "He told me a lot about you he show me pictures of you on his phone a while back I'm glad I got to meet you you're very lucky that he took you in as part of his family" he purrs and made more noises wagging his tail in excitement as he understand what I'm saying me: "So you and Fat Nuggets are B.F.F'S?" he nodded happily as I talk to him for a bit me: "Well I better get dress you should go I don't want you to see me naked" he understand and left the bathroom looking for Vox I got out of the bathroom dry off with the towel and get dress with new clothes left from Vox I went downstair to find Meowrice at the bar smoking me: "Hey master Meowrice you ready to head back?" Meowrice: "Yes I think it's time we head back" we left the Porn Studio until were out of site can't be too careful with Valentino and Vox in the clear I open the portal that leads us to the Top Villains Hotel we went inside and walk up the stairs while we talk me: "So did those lovely ladies gave you a good time?" Meowrice: "Oh the sex was incredible putting me in different positions sheer ecstasy" me: "Well glad you had a good time" he saw me jealous as we kept walking he thought up a sinister plan Meowrice: "Would you like to join me in my suite ma cherie?" me: "Sure I don't mind" as we made our way to his suite he open the door like a gentlemen letting me go through first as I enter he walk slow in a sinister predator style (note: like this vibe)

he locked the door and walk up behind me his paws on each of my shoulders he whisper sweet nothing into my ear Meowrice: "My lovely Stacy did you know what I did to those lovely ladies I was thinking of you?" his paws slowly went under my shirt and into my bra massaging my breasts I moan from his touch me: "What but why?" Meowrice: "Because out of all the women I meet had sex with them they will never understand like you do" I turn to look at him my face all red while I moan again Meowrice: "Because you had the true touch that makes me feel sheer pleasure" me: "Master Meowrice...." we both began to kiss as he place me on his bed he took off my clothes and shoes but leave the socks on and continue kissing me until I'm exposed he left hickies everywhere on my body his tail touching my ass and he spread my legs to savor my cunt his tongue going inside me: "Nyaa master Meowrice it feels so good ahhh!" his tongue hit the spot as I came his mouth cover in my cum he chuckle and position his cock at my cunt I looked at him as I said in an seductive tone me: "I Evil Love you my master Meowrice my heart is all yours for tonight" Meowrice: "I Evil Love you too my Ma beauté" he thrash his cock in as I embrace him feeling his chest against my breasts Meworice: "Oh yes! no one can ever make me feel this good fuck! your cunt feels truly pleasurable" me: "Fuck yes keep fucking me! I don't want this to end!" he kept going until we both came in lust as we lay on our backs sweating on his bed taking a breather I nuzzle up against him while I began to doze off me: "Good night (yawn) my master Meowrice" Meowrice: "Good night Stacy pleasant dreams" he mischievously chuckle while kissing my lips me speaking in thought: "Yeah I'm gonna need it" as we both slept through the rest of the night end of flash back: looking back when I help Meowrice luring the female victims with job opportunities because money is all they wanted so greedy and selfish they're so gullible little did they know that they are not getting the money instead they get torture giving them drugs if they kept rebelling until their minds breaks and sex is all they care about and once they enter his boarding school for beautiful women they will never want to leave ever even a year later in 2021 Asmodeus began expanding on profit business with Meowrice he will get workers and in return Meowrice will get paid in money, gold, silver, jewels, and all the riches looking at the clock I see it's 5:30 P.M me: "Well come on my babies its time for dinner"

[domesticpurple]

ayup guys it's been a hot minute

[sheeple]

Lady Strong | Part 2

PHOTO NOT MINE. THIS IS ALL FICTION. Genre(s): Strong!reader / Angst? Fandom(s): House of the Dragon (TV series) Pairing(s): Aemond Targaryan x Strong!reader / Jacaerys Velaryon x Strong!reader (platonic/siblings) Summary: It's not easy being a Strong; with a mother who committed suicide, a father who sired three children out of wedlock and then died for it, and a creepy uncle who has nefarious plans for his niece, it's hard to find people who truly mean the best for you. Luckily there are your brothers and your fiance... right? Warning(s): Murder of a man  A/n: I may or may not went a bit overboard with the second part. [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Part One] [Part Three]

Six years have passed. The wound took a long time to heal and left a big scar. It sometimes throbs, like the memory. 

Harrenhal is almost finished with its reconstruction. After the fire, not all was lost. The main pillars of the castle still stood upright once the fire was extinguished. And after six years it's almost rebuilt to its former glory.

The flapping of wings pulls your attention and you look up. From a distance, the distinct green colour of Vermax is easily spotted. Jace circles the tower you stand in before flying down and landing in the courtyard.

You run down the endless flights of stairs and into Jace's arms. He holds you tight to his chest, laying a hand on the back of your head. "Jace! It's been too long. How is your mother? And how is Luke?"

Jace laughs as you lead him into the castle. You ask a couple of servants to make both of you tea and some tarts. Taking place in one of the informal reception rooms, Jace and you take a couch.

"You would know how mother and Luke were if you came by more often..." Jace gives you a slight glance over his mug, but you wave his comment away.

"My dear lord uncle knew when I snuck off with you to go to Dragonstone every time. He has rats everywhere. I'm convinced he's locked me up in Harrenhal to either kill me by boredom or marry me off to the highest bidder." You slump down in your seat and huff.

The oldest Valeryon prince puts down his cup and turns to you. "If finding the right suitor makes you worried, I could..."

A gag escapes your mouth. "I respect your Targaryen traditions and customs, but no. Gross. Can't you ask your mother if she knows some houses with lads of my age? Isn't the Lord of Winterfell of our age?" You give Jace a teasing smile, but it drops as you see the serious look on his face.

"I didn't come here to catch up, my dear sister. We have a favour to ask of you." He grabs both of your hands. "Luke's claim to the Drifmark throne is being challenged by the brother of our Grandsire. We ask of you to stand by the Blacks to bolden Luke's claim."

"What does Luke want? What do you want?", you ask, peering into Jace's eyes.

He sighs. "Luke had been preparing most of his life to take the Driftmark throne. Is he ready? No. He still is young. And I? I just... want you safe and not in the middle of the family conflict."

You hum, nibbling on your bottom lip. "I already took a knife for him, so why not? When are we leaving?"

Jace jumps up from the couch and pulls you along the corridors. "Now, mother and Luke are almost at King's Landing."

"Couldn't you get to me sooner? What if I said no? I need to change first into a red or black dress!", you motion to the soft orange tone of the dress your currently wearing. Jace huffs but lets you change into something more appropriate.

Jace lifts you up on Vermax by your middle and secures you to the saddle before climbing behind you. And with that, you are off to the capital. 

For your first time riding a dragon, it wasn't that bad. It was nice to feel the wind through your hair and it felt incredibly freeing, soaring above the water and through clouds. If you had a dragon, you would be flying every day.

Jace rushes past a ship, the one his mother and prince Daemon are on. A dragon flies next to the both of you. Arrax, Luke's dragon. He waves at you happily before taking a nosedive towards the water and nearly missing it.

As much fun as it is to fly on a dragon, you are happy that your feet are touching the muddy ground of the Red Keep. There is nobody to greet the Princess and her family and they huff in annoyance.

The two princes rush off towards the training grounds, but you stick around Rhaenyra. 

"My Princess", you say while curtsying deeply. "You practically glow."

She waves you off with a smile and grabs the arm of her husband as she motions for you to walk with her. "How are you dear? Is Harrenhal good to you?"

You nod. "Yes, your Highness. It can be a tad boring, but it's good and safe."

Princess Rhaenyra seems content with that answer and you let her and her husband go to her father. You chose to follow her sons and go to the training field.

There is a crowd collected around one fight; Ser Criston against Prince Aemond. You grimace. You kinda hoped to not see the prince. Or at least the bear minimum. Both Luke and Jace watch gleefully the match.

As you want to turn around, a voice stops you. "Lady Strong, nephews, what a pleasure."

With a scowl, you turn around and give the prince the slightest smile. "My Prince. Well done, you'll be winning tourneys in no time." You curtsey slightly. 

Aemond Targaryen has grown quite a lot over the years. He has grown taller, and leaner, and his hair resembles that of his forefathers. A true Targaryen prince if you have ever seen one.

What clashes with his fair complexion is the leather eyepatch over his left eye. A scar creeps from both under and above the patch. 

You can feel his stare do the same to you, sizing you up, seeing how you've changed over the years, and then landing on the scar that cuts into your upper lip and goes over your left cheek.

You turn your face away, chewing on your bottom lip. Jace comes to stand next to you in support. 

"I don't give a shit about tourneys, Lady Strong." 

With a nod and a curtsy, you turn around, not caring to stick around any longer.

Knowing that the Princess is with the King, Princess Heleana is with her children, and your brothers are at the training grounds. So you aimlessly wander about the castle, seeing how much it has changed through the years.

The clicking of a cane you can hear come closer to you from down the hall, and you let out a sigh. "Uncle."

Larys Strong stops in front of you, his face without emotion. "What are you doing here? Didn't I order you to stay put at Harrenhal?"

Straightening your back, you answer back, "I am here to show my support to Prince Lucerys' claim to Driftmark."

Your uncle tightens his grip on the cane he holds, his jaw ticked. He looks like he wants to make words foul. But instead, he turns around and limps away.

"You for sure are not your uncle's favourite niece." Aemond appears behind you.

Feeling on edge, you bow. "Prince Aemond."

The corners of his lips turn up, a mischievous look in his eyes. "So, you're here to defend the little bastard? How brave of you, Lady Strong."

"How so, my Prince?" Your eyes narrow at him. The mention of your brothers' parentage is still a sore spot for the family. People still doubt they're late Leanor Valeryon's sons. And you're all too glad to say that all three of your brothers are Valeryon's to spare them a hard life.

Aemond takes an unexpected step towards you and reaches out a hand, softly trailing over the scar above your exposed collarbone. You pull away, the touch scorning hot against your skin.

His lips part to say something but at that moment the announcement of the vote beginning makes him snap out of his trance. 

You bow and hurry away. Once the coast is clear, you lean against a wall and hold your chest, cursing your heart for beating so rapidly and the flutters in your stomach to calm down. You shouldn't be feeling this way about the one who constantly insults and speaks blasphemy about your brothers.

Making your way into the throne room, you stand at the back of the small group, squeezing Luke's hand in support. He gives you a grateful smile and turns back to the throne, holding onto his mother for dear life.

As you're not even listening to Vaemond Valeryon, you look around the throne room. 

The Hand of the King, Otto Hightower, is seated on the throne, nodding along with Vaemond. The Queen stands with her children, and Uncle Larrys is somewhere in the crowd, his judgemental eyes burning to the back of your head. 

From the hand full of sentences you shared, you know he isn't happy with your decision to stand by the Blacks. But you don't care. This is the family that truly cares about you, even if it needs to be a secret.

This is the family that celebrates your name day every year. And you are invited to spend every one of theirs in their company. This is the family that makes sure you don't wilt away in that damned castle like your mother. 

This is the family, even if you weren't related by blood, still would be your family.

Another pair of eyes ─ or rather one eye and an eyepatch ─ have their unwavering attention on you. Aemond's. You glance at him and you lock eyes with him. He smirks slightly, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. His smirk unnerves you.

Jace also notices his uncle's full attention on you and he takes a small step backwards, standing protectively in front of you. His own eyes challenged that of the prince's to dare something, now or later.

As it is the turn of princess Rhaenyra to speak for her son and defend his claim, the doors open and in comes the King, hunched over and leaning heavily on his cane. 

"King Viserys I Targaryen, the King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men", announces a King's Guard and a gasp of surprise ripples through the throne room.

As the King drags himself into the room, everybody bows, just like you. 

His breath is laboured and he has half of his face covered by a plate of gold, an imprint of a face decorating it.

The Greens share borderline panicked looks like this isn't supposed to happen. Which you guess shouldn't, seeing the state of the King.

Otto Hightower quickly moves off the throne and stands on the right side, with his family.

Before the King moves up the steps, he turns towards his hand. "I'll sit the throne today", he wheezes out before struggling upwards. He waves away a guard and continues on.

Halfway there, the crown falls off his head, and the King rests tiredly on his cane. Prince Daemon moves out of the crowd to help the King. He helps him sit on the throne before placing the crown back on the King's head.

After a moment of collecting his breath, the King speaks. "I must... admit... my confusion. I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession."

The voice of the King, although weak, echoes with power through the throne room.

"The only one present... who might offer keener insight into Lord Corlys's wishes, is the Princess Rhaenys."

At the words of the King, everyone turns to the Princess, who stands with one of her granddaughters. "Indeed, Your Grace."

She moves to the middle of the room. "It was ever my husband's will that Driftmark pass through Ser Laenor to his trueborn son... Lucerys Velaryon. His mind never changed. Nor did my support of him.

"As a matter of fact, the Princess Rhaenyra has just informed me of her desire to marry her sons Jace and Luke to Lord Corlys's granddaughters, Baela and Rhaena. A proposal which I heartily agree."

You turn towards Jace, and he towards you, questions in his eyes. 

"Well", begins the King again, "the matter is settled. Again, I hereby reaffirm Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon as heir to Driftmark, the Driftwood Throne, and the next Lord of the Tides."

A silent relief goes through my body and a smile breaks out on my face. Luke's future is safe, as heir to Driftwood, but also in marriage to his cousin.

Vaemond Velaryon lashed out, angry at the decision of the King. He starts screaming around, pointing towards Luke angrily. 

"You may run your house as you see fit, but you will not decide the future of mine. My house survived the Doom, and a thousand tribulations besides, and gods be damned, I will not see it ended on the account of this b..." Vaemond stops just in time before he can utter that dreaded word.

On Prince Daemon's face grows a sadistic smirk. "Say it."

He turns towards Prince Daemon with a smile. "Her children... are BASTARDS! And she is a whore."

Gasps are going around the crowd. You want to go to Vaemond, fight him, claw his eyes out to even dare to claim such a thing. 

Suddenly, Vaemond turns towards you. "And we all know why they kept that wench around. I would bet on my life she’s also one of her BASTARD children."

Prince Daemon sneaks behind the lord and hacks off his head, only his tongue staying in place.

A whimper leaves your lips and you turn to hide on Jace's shoulder. He puts a protective arm around you as he leads you away, Luke in tow. 

You are fully prepared to spend your evening supper alone, not too keen on company after witnessing such a brutal sight. A knock on your door however informs you that you are to be expected in the dining room.

A handmaiden helps you in a formal dress and put your hair up before you make your way down, fully aware of your lateness. 

As the doors get opened for you, you see the entire royal family seated at the table, King Viserys in the middle flanked by his wife and his daughter. Eyes fall upon you and you grow uncomfortable, picking at the edge of your long sleeve, covering most of the burn.

Jace raises out of his chair, a smile forming on his face.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, Your Graces." You bow, ashamed. 

The queen stands up, a bright smile on her face. "None sense, my child. Let us pull up a chair for you." She motions for you to come in.

Servants move quickly to set up a place next to Prince Aemond, the only free place left at the table. You make eye contact with Jace before moving towards the seat.

Aemond shoots up and moves to push your chair once you are seated on it. Sending a quick smile towards the Hand and Prince Aegon, you look at your plate.

The Queen grabs her goblet and raises it in the air. "I am proud to announce the betrothal of my son, Prince Aemond Targaryen and Lady (Y/n) Strong."

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[azaleaniath]

Another day, another ff!

On today's menue, a rather sad love story

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Sir Leon x reader

includes: magic, wounds, fluff, memory loss, magic spells

word count :1.6k

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You pathed through the forest, through the massacre that had been going on here. Dead bodies were scattered all across the mossy ground. The gallons of blood coated a good piece of land in dark red.

Your eyes searched for Sir Leon. It took a good while before you were finally able to find his body laying on the ground, so you made your way over to him. With slow steps you neared yourself, as the hem of your dress and velvet cloak grazed the leafs and twigs on the ground.

"My my, who have we here..." With a heavy sigh you knelt down next to the knight. He was unconscious, heavily wounded and barely breathing.

One of your hands rested on his armed chest. While mumbling something in a foreign language, both your eyes went shut.

A strong spell left your lips. Before you could even open your eyes, the beat of his heart got back to a normal rate and his chest rose again. His wounds dissolved into nothingness and simply vanished within seconds.

You made yourself comfortable next to him, waiting for him to wake up. It didn't take long before his eyes opened slowly since his body was still weak.

"Oh my dear, sweet Leon..." The sound of your voice was very calm.

The man collected as much power as he could to sit up a bit and look around, only to catch the sight of his dead men.

"(Y/N)... what are you doing here?"

He reached out to get a hold of your hand and pulled it close to his chest as if he was afraid to lose you as well.

Another sigh left your lips.

"I'm saving your life. As always."

Leon did not recall you rescuing him in the past. A confused look lingered on his face, he felt like he had been in this exact situation already, even if he didn't remember. It felt like he had dreamed this situation before.

"That's not possible..."

With your free hand you brushed a strand of his soft curls away from his handsome face.

"We cannot continue like this", you started, "the people at court are already questioning your mortality. You can't be so reckless with yourself. I'm not capable of saving you every time."

Yet, he did not really understand what you said. The confusion of him was clearly visible.

"How did you save me?"

His voice was pretty quiet and unsteady for the great knight he was.

"Like I always do. It's the same procedure every time, my lord. You charge into battle and I go out to find you afterwards to patch you up. It's my duty."

The man squeezed your hand gently, his confusion turned into an empty stare. This situation felt so familiar to him. In his mind, he puzzled all the pieces together.

"You're not just a servant, (Y/N)... you have magic. Your treatment can't be explained otherwise."

You gifted him a soft smile and bobbed your head slowly.

These moments with him were always special, moments when he figured out your secret.

"I do, yes. You managed to find out, again."

Leon did not know what to say. It was not like he was shocked or disgusted, but he was unsure if he would find the right words. Something kept him extremely calm, as if it was no surprise to him.

Leon did not want you to feel bad, he needed to say something.

"Your secret is safe with me, I promise. I could never betray you and let the king nor the prince know."

"I appreciate that, my dear..." You placed one hand on his cheek, cupping it carefully.

"But you know I cannot let you remember."

"Wait", he protested, "Let's talk about this. I guess you're going to... erase this from my mind, but still, let me hear all of this once."

You thought about this for a second, but agreed in the end.

"So... How many times have you done this?"

"I stopped counting, but it started years ago."

He swallowed at the thought of that. How many times had you saved him already? He would've loved to know.

"You're saying we've done this plenty times before. How did I react? Have I ever made you feel awful?"

You smiled at his words. This man put you first, wherever he could.

"You're usually a bit spooked first, but you've always been understanding."

Leon swallowed at your words. The feeling that he had dreamed about this was not so wrong after all. Yet, he had another question for you, even though he felt like he knew the answer already.

"And I probably told you many times before that I... have feelings for you?"

Again, one of your hands gently caressed his cheek and his beard.

"Yes, you did. But no matter how many times you tell me, I'll never get tired of that. Not at all."

You leaned yourself against the knight and he pulled you into a gentle hug. For a long time you rested like that in silence before he had more questions for you.

"(Y/N)?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Did we ever kiss?"

Again you smiled while snuggeling yourself against the tall knight.

A warm feeling spread in your belly.

"Yes we have. I guess you will never remember our first kiss but one day maybe I can stop hiding and I can bring back your memories of that."

"(Y/N), I promise you that one day you'll be as free as I am. And then, I'd like you to bring back all these memories to me."

With a frown you hid your face in the crook of his neck. If you would continue using this spell on him, there was a chance he would forget you entirely or that the spell wouldn't work anymore.

"I'll see what I can do, my dear."

You gazed into his beautiful eyes again once you made some space between the both of you.

"Please don't take these memories from me again, I'd like to remember what you did for me. I want to remember you being so close to me.. " His voice was merely a whisper.

"As much as I would love to, I cannot let you remember that."

While talking, your thumb caressed his skin ever so slightly. He enjoyed the touch, not being scared even a little bit. He trusted and loved you.

"Because if one day they'll catch me, they'll notice that you're somehow involved into this, and then you'll be hanged next to me at my execution.

I hate do to this to you, Leon... but I have to. As much as I adore you being aware of my magic, appreciating my powers. I adore every time you confess your feelings for me."

Leon did not like the idea of that, but he was very understanding. He understood that you didn't have another choice.

" I love you, darling. More than anything. This is why I have to make you forget everything we just spoke about. As always." Your vision blurred to to the tears that were building up in your eyes.

"It always feels like a very distant dream. Where you use magic to save me, I promise you to keep your secret and then... I tell you about my feelings."

It didn't surprise you that by now, the spell lost some of its effectiveness on him.

A tear started to roll down your cheeks, but he pulled you closer again and wiped it away. He placed a soft kiss of your forehead and held you close for a while.

"Leon, it's time... the patrols are going to be here soon."

He understood, even though he did not want you to cast this spell.

"Do me a favour, will you?"

He asked quietly while hugging you tight.

With a nod you agreed and listened to his request.

"Once the law is changed, restore my full memory and become my wife. I want to be with you, forever."

With blushed cheeks you agreed, hugging him even tighter.

"I promise you, I will. Then we can get married and I can officially help ypu with my powers. But for now, we have to hide that..."

And with that, you placed a gentle kiss on his lips, feeling him kissing you back. While placing both hands on the sides of his head you mumbled a few words against his lips that he couldn't understand.

Soon you both separated and Leon felt a wave of tiredness overcoming him.

"Please forgive me, Leon. But I'm not going to risk you being executed."

The knight internally fought against your magic. He did not want to forget this. He did not want to forget what you did for him, and mostly he did not want to forget confessing his feelings to you.

"(Y/N)...I don't want to loose this memory..." he mumbled quietly as his eyes fell shut over and over again, no matter how hard he protested, until he fell asleep completely.

You hated yourself for doing this. You wished for nothing more than being his partner and not having to hide your magic any more.

One last time you looked at him, peacefully sleeping on the ground. "I cant wait to be free.. then we can finally be together..." were the last words you whispered to him, already hearing the patrols horses getting closer on the path nearby.

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Last time I went about five months between doing a set of STAR WARS fic recs, this time it’s only been three months! Hurrah! It helps that, as always, this fandom puts out an incredible amount of excellent fic, so I feel like I’m never hurting for fics I want to yell about and shove at people, which is something I continue to appreciate as it often feels like so much of the world is such a huge tire fire. It helps to be able to find fics to retreat into, to have fun with, to express joy and creativity with, and so many of the authors in this fandom are just so good at this! To the point that these sets sometimes take awhile because there are always more fics I want to add, until the post starts threatening to be overly long instead of a decent length–in my defense, no seriously, you guys are just too good! Also, I forced myself to stop at 69 fic recs, because yes I do think it’s funny. (Nice.) STAR WARS FIC RECS: PREQUELS RECS: ✦ a comedy in four acts by jesuisdeux, obi-wan & dooku & yoda & qui-gon & cast, time travel, 4k    This was what time-travel is: staring at the dark sockets of skulls everywhere your gaze lands on. Being haunted by ghosts long gone. The apprehension of the slow yet sure approach of the inevitable which is sending chills down your spine. ✦ No Rest for the Weary by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin & jedi & ocs, 61k    Needing a break from life at the Jedi Temple, Obi-Wan Kenobi and his apprentice, Anakin Skywalker, visit a Jedi AgriCorps settlement on the Midrim planet of Helia. There they encounter new friends, new enemies and have new adventures, all while attempting to navigate their sometimes turbulent relationship as Master and Padawan. ✦ Stars of Tatooine by Be_Right_Back, ahsoka & kanan & mace & rex & obi-wan & cast, 10.5k    After the end of the world, Ahsoka more or less kidnaps a child, has to air some old grievances, and tries to find whatever peace the universe can still offer. All paths in the Force lead home, eventually. ✦ Festival of Light by dendral, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & rex & cast, 8.7k    During his first year at the Jedi Temple, Anakin learns that even the Jedi celebrate holidays. ✦ the master, the padawan, the Force by skatzaa, depa & caleb, 1.4k    Caleb expects things to be different after Master Depa takes him as her padawan, but really, it feels like nothing really changes. ✦ desecrate my lungs by loosingletters, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & padme & cast, 16k wip    Time-travel fix-it in which Mustafar haunts Anakin decades after it happened and years before it would. ✦ Grace by dismantlingsummer, obi-wan & anakin, 2.3k    Shortly after Mustafar, Anakin realizes what he has done. He finds Obi-Wan to beg for death. ✦ Fifth Migration by wrennette, yoda & mace & obi-wan & ki-adi & yarael & coleman & plo & palpatine & cast, 2k    How about an AU where the Sith’s Grand Plan accounted for everything -everything that is, except the fact that the Jedi temple is actually an very ancient spacecraft and the second word got to the Jedi about there being clones on Kamino, all Jedi are called back inside and they take off immediately? Just imagine the dear chancellor’s face… ✦ fill pages with scribbled ink by magneticwave, obi-wan/padme & sabe & mace & quinlan & cast, 9.8k    A year after the Invasion of Naboo, Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi is invited by Queen Amidala to return to Naboo and participate in a rite known as the Night of Fireflies. Things kind of snowball from there. ✦ Mind Your Words by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin, spanking, 7k    Obi-Wan reminds Anakin that there are consequences for careless behavior for young Jedi on missions. ✦ (you taught me) the courage of stars by grumpyhedgehogs, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & cast, 5.1k wip    Ahsoka Tano flees after a warrant for her arrest is issued, but not before receiving aid from an unexpected ally. (Ahsoka proceeds to go on a road trip filled with a bunch of strangers who all say the same thing: Obi-Wan Kenobi is much more than he has ever appeared to be.) ✦ they faked it (guess everything’s complicated) by katierosefun, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 4.5k    Ahsoka temporarily loses memories of the events of Obi-Wan’s fake death. To help with the healing process, Anakin and Obi-Wan have to pretend that they’re okay. ✦ programed to dream by ghostwriterofthemachine, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, body horror, 1.3k    The spaceship Comet-rider is the fastest, most efficient vessel in the galaxy, and is crewed by Separatist-funded pirates. Anakin Skywalker is missing. Unfortunately, these two things are connected. ✦ Unpleasant Truths by hellowkatey, obi-wan & anakin, 2.1k    Obi-Wan and Anakin are stuck in a room with one another while waiting for truth serum to wear off. ✦ moment’s silence by skatzaa, obi-wan & owen & beru & luke & leia (pre-obi-wan/beru-owen), 2k    Owen had long since resigned himself to trouble, whenever Beru got that particularly stubborn set to her jaw. ✦ hold gently and let go by shatou, obi-wan & anakin (pre-slash?), 1.7k    A troubled Anakin comes to Obi-Wan to discuss attachments. ✦ sun child by Ro29, obi-wan & anakin, 2.1k    (or; sometimes being so tied to the Force causes problems, Obi-Wan helps his Padawan as best he can) ✦ A Dinner Out by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin & cast, 1.6k    Obi-Wan can’t get his young Padawan to eat much, so he tries something new. But trying something different has unintended consequences. ✦ Shades in the Desert by loosingletters, obi-wan & anakin & luke & owen/beru, 10.8k    Not even from a certain point of view did Darth Vader kill Anakin Skywalker. He wished he did, but the specter of the Jedi’s light escaped before he could finalize his fall to the dark. Meanwhile, Anakin is raising his son on Tatooine. ✦ somewhere along in the bitterness by CallToMuster, obi-wan & anakin, major character death, 3.8k    It was probably the twelfth day floating alone in space that Obi-Wan and Anakin realized no one was coming for them. ✦ Songs for Little Jedi by soft_but_gremlin, mace & younglings, ~1k    The initiates are having nightmares, so Mace sings a lullaby to comfort them. ✦ atmosphere level by softredscrunchie, obi-wan/satine & qui-gon, 1k    As a joke, Satine tells Obi-Wan she thinks Mandalore is flat. He doesn’t take it well. ✦ on sith holocrons and misunderstandings by billowypants, obi-wan & anakin & mace & yoda & cast, de-aged!obi-wan, 7.2k    or, de-aged!Obi-Wan has the same Force bonds as adult Obi-Wan, and he does not react well. ✦ Perseverance & Resilience by loosingletters, obi-wan & anakin, 1.1k    In the aftermath of Naboo, Obi-Wan realizes he needs strength to protect his new Padawan. Growing up, Anakin needs peace. ✦ A Delicate Balance by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin & yoda & jedi, spanking, 9.6k    As Anakin’s skills grow, so too does his penchant for getting into trouble. After a training mishap, Obi-Wan struggles with his role as Anakin’s master. ✦ mirror, mirror by CallToMuster, obi-wan & anakin, 5.4k    Obi-Wan has been rescued by Anakin after being rather embarrassingly kidnapped on the remote planet of Ilnuria during his investigation of rumored kyber crystals deep beneath the planet’s surface. …But is all as it seems? ✦ Mace Windu Appreciation Week by Redminibike1, mace & obi-wan & anakin & ponds & cody & jedi & cast, 12.5k    Set of unconnected ficlets for Mace Windu Appreciation Week, because he deserves it :) ✦ begin again as a quiet thought by skatzaa, obi-wan/quinlan, d/s, ~1k    Cool, smooth leather touched his jaw—gloves. Because of course Obi-Wan had thought of that as well. ✦ Drunken Lullabies by Siri_Kenobi12, obi-wan & anakin & siri & quinlan & aayla & garen & bant & ferus, 6.5k    “Do I really have to go to this thing?” Fourteen year old Anakin Skywalker dramatically sighed. “It’s sooo boring!” ✦ heaven knows how I love you by the_13th_battalion, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 1.2k    Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Ahsoka are stranded on an unfamiliar planet overnight. They spend their time exploring the community- and maybe they get a little closer to each other along the way. ✦ A Reckless Padawan by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, spanking, 3.9k    When Ahsoka upsets Anakin with an act of reckless disobedience, it falls to her grandmaster to help her see the error of her ways. OBI-WAN/ANAKIN RECS: ✦ Too Hot by secretsolarsystem, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 4.8k    Too Hot: A game where two players kiss without stopping and without touching each other. If one player touches the other, that player loses. The winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser. ✦ Nostos by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin & padme, NSFW, 17k    Or, how Obi-Wan and Anakin discover that there are many ways to come home. ✦ to touch the light, darkest by treescape, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 1.9k    Obi-Wan begins to fuck Vader back to the light ✦ encode by loosingletters, obi-wan/anakin & padme & handmaidens & cast, 26.3k wip    Instead of being accepted into the Jedi Order at the age of 9, Anakin Skywalker became a ward of Naboo. ✦ Hunting the Homeward Light by GreenQueenofClubs, obi-wan/anakin & mace & ahsoka & shmi & padme & cast, 31.9k wip    When Anakin Skywalker was nine, he left his whole life and mother behind to follow Qui-Gon Jinn to Coruscant and the Jedi Temple. When Anakin Skywalker was twelve, he left his whole life and Master behind to follow Mace Windu to the Outer Rim and away from the Jedi Order. When Anakin Skywalker was twenty… ✦ use my body to break your fall by tennessoui, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, 44.7k wip    Obi-Wan Kenobi is too good at being a Sith Lord general of the Separatist army. The Jedi Council approaches Anakin with an offer he can’t refuse. These things are, actually, related. ✦ Over and Over by obiwanobi, obi-wan/anakin, 1.4k    “I love you,” he blurts out, loud and impossible to miss. Obi-Wan blinks once, twice. And freezes. The first time Anakin tells him is a mortifying experience. ✦ Exceptions by rinverse, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & mace & quinlan & cast, NSFW, modern au, 23.4k    Young and brilliant, Anakin is the mind behind JEDI Tech’s latest innovation. Obi-Wan is the company’s perfectly composed Director of PR & Marketing. And last night, they were just two strangers at a bar, looking for something quick and easy. But life had other plans when it crossed their paths again the very next day. ✦ Here There Be Dragons by Ghost_Owl, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, 10.1k    Anakin knows why he can’t shift into his animal form like every other Jedi. It’s because he doesn’t want to, it’s because he’s had a vision of what he would become, and he doesn’t want it. ✦ Waiting in a Sea of Stars by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan/anakin, ~1k    Stranded in deep space, Obi-Wan and Anakin wait for rescue. ✦ Tristitia by JSwander, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, 5k    An alternate timeline where Palpatine focuses his attentions on Obi-Wan Kenobi instead of Anakin Skywalker after the attack on Naboo. ✦ Prompted - Chapter 11: Communication, What Communication? by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, mobster au, 7k    a 7k obikin PWP that is somehow a prompt mashup of a mobster au, an accidental sugar daddy au, with a soupçon of an anakin never left tatooine au, and a pinch of qui-gon was anakin’s dad au ✦ who a person truly is cannot be seen with the eye by RexIsMyCopilot, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, d/s, spanking, 3.6k    Anakin purposely avoids doing what Obi-Wan tells him to do. ✦ Prompted - Chapter 12: Potidaea, 432BC, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, historical au, 4.3k    Here is a short smutty scene inspired by all those classics asks, Alcibiades praising Socrates in Plato’s Symposium, and this vase c.490-480 B.C. depicting standing, face-to-face intercrural intercourse between a bearded man and a youth, which as far as we can tell was the most common and accepted position for it in Ancient Greece. ✦ Prompted - Chapter 13: Minikin and Tiny-Wan by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 5.4k    Happy May the Fourth! 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[thelustybraavosimaid]

To Forgive, Divine, Part II

[Part I]

The ache between her thighs was even sweeter than Aemon’s words of praise. 

She tried not to think of the events between the vows and her eventual rest, tucked neatly in the space of his arms, her face buried in the crook of his neck, and yet the memories came unbidden, flushing her cheeks and setting her body alight. 

Arya gave a stretch of satisfaction, then looked around, propping herself up on her elbows. The cloak was still underneath her, partially crusted and dirty, but she was not bothered by that. She saw that the bloody handprint that Aemon pressed onto the heart tree was gone, as if the tree’s bones devoured its essence. 

There was also no Aemon, his lean, hard form replaced with her Stark cloak to serve as a blanket yet again. 

Mayhaps he is inside with Mother and Father, she reasoned, hoping it was so. She draped her shoulders with the Stark cloak, holding the Targaryen one in her hands as she snuck back inside and into her room. She wanted to stay in it, keep it against her, but she knew that her lady mother would ask where she was and speak her exasperations about her hair being so tangled. But that’s not my fault, it’s Aemon’s fault, he won’t leave my hair alone. 

She dressed and brushed out the tangles of her hair before she grabbed the black-and-red cloak down with her to the Great Hall. The room was filled with the low murmurings of Sansa with Jeyne, Robb and Rickon, even Ned and Catelyn were discussing something amongst themselves. All of that died down when she made her entrance, a sea of blue eyes rising to meet her, with a lone pair of grey searching her face.  

“Ah, there you are, Arya. I was afraid you had raced to the wolfswood again without supping with us,” Ned swallowed a forkful of mash. “Are you still upset?”

Not anymore, she thought, but that would be half a lie. She felt despair swell in her chest as she peered around, only finding her family seated at the table. The sole empty space upon the dais was hers, the food undoubtedly lukewarm. Where could he be? Not even Ghost is here. She didn’t see him in any of the hallways she went down, either. 

She took her place warily, rolling her eyes when she saw Septa Mordane scoff when she put the knife in her left hand. She was going to tell her lord father that he needn’t worry, that she saw Aemon and wed him as was promised, to show them all the cloak that was folded haphazardly on her arm, but the words were cut short when the maester walked through the doorway. His colourful chains clanked and his soft shoes scuffed against the stone. 

"My Lord Eddard," Maester Luwin announced as he entered the Great Hall, "I bring tidings."

Ned set down his knife. "From where?"

"From King's Landing, my lord," the maester held out the tightly rolled message with the red dragon seal of House Targaryen. Arya stared at it curiously.

"King's Landing? That is odd..."

Aemon did say his father would send his regrets for his delay, Arya thought, staring at the parchment. Her lord father unrolled the message and the table fell back into silence, watching him. But it wouldn't have arrived from King's Landing.

His brow furrowed as his grey eyes darted left and right, then his face blanched. "Arya, I...I know the affection you had for him, but..."

"But what?" She couldn't help the squeak of her voice, feeling the sick coil of panic in the pit of her stomach. Worry swam in her chest as she unfurled the parchment and read.

...him?

Aemon...?

It is with great sadness that I report the passing of my father, King Rhaegar I, his Queen Lyanna, and my dear brother, Prince Aemon...

She couldn't get past the first sentence. Her mind froze, reeling, the letter caught in a vise grip between her trembling hands.

No, she thought, chewing at the skin of her lip until she could taste metal in her mouth. I was with him. Our wedding night, I was with him...

And suddenly the strangeness then made sense. She didn't want to make sense of it, though, she wanted to revel in his presence and swim in his beautiful dark gaze, hear the words of love dance from his lips onto her skin, feel his body meld to hers until she could no longer tell where he began and she ended, blending into one shape, one shadow claiming another. 

Now it wasn't just her hands that trembled. Bile rose to her throat and she was afraid she just might vomit. Arya sat back in her chair, her breaths quick and heavy.

No, she thought, shaking her head, this cannot be.

She didn't realise that Robb was over her shoulder, reading along with her.

"This letter says that Aemon is dead, that the king and the rest died a fortnight ago." His tone was incredulous. "Surely this is a lie—"

"But that can't be true," Bran cut in. Arya could feel his blue gaze on her, but she couldn't help but reread the same words, eyes flickering repeatedly. "Aemon can't be dead. I saw him last night when I went climbing."

Ned furrowed his brow. "What do you mean by that, boy?"

"He was in the godswood, waiting for Arya, I think. He didn't seem sad, though." Arya finally met Bran, but he was no longer looking at her. His hand was on his chin as if in deep contemplation. "He was holding a Stark cloak on his arm."

"I—I think I heard him, too," Rickon clutched his fork between his fingers, his cheeks full of mutton as he spoke. "Shaggy found Ghost and started chasing him, and I heard someone laughing. I think it was Aemon, but I can't be sure." Just as he mentioned his wolf, a blur of black and green was at his feet, mouth opening wide as the boy fed him a choice slice of meat before their mother could utter her protests. "It was in the godswood too, next to the black pool."

"There must be a reason why you're seeing and...hearing...this, but there's no reason why Aegon would report a falsity. He is King now," Catelyn began. "And there must be a reason why they aren't here—"

“Don’t worry, Arya,” Sansa chimed in, “surely Father will find you a match that’s ever so appropriate for you--”

Arya rose suddenly, tossing aside the message to grip Aemon's—her—cloak. The chair scraped against the stone floor and the noise reverberated throughout the great room, catching the attention of all. The material was soft in her hands, a contrast to her hard, building anger. She wanted to say something, to tell them that if she and Bran and Rickon saw him and heard him, then there's no way he could be gone, but tears were brimming, her throat was tight, and she was afraid she would only make a fool of herself.

The air was hot and stuffy, and she felt as if the grey granite walls were slowly closing in on her.

With shaky hands, she donned Aemon's cloak, the inside still stained with her maiden's blood and his come...and hers, and turned from the table.

"Where did you get that, Arya? Arya?" Her father called after her, but she let the question be drowned out by the need to head back to the grove, to the place of serenity.

When the smell of decaying earth filled her nose, so too did a song, one that she recognised almost immediately. That's Jenny's song, she thought, but the humming did not come from a natural-born singer.

The song ceased the moment she met eyes with her own ghost. One that wouldn’t leave her, no matter what.

Just as he had promised.

"I'm not half the singer my father was," he smiled with a boyish, infectious charm. "But I know the words all the same. He wrote it himself for a woods witch, did you know?"

"You!" She felt the urge to hit him again. How could he act like this after what she just heard? How could he be so nonchalant? "You better have a good reason for—!"

"I know you know.” His stare was soft, but still unreadable. “There was a reason why I couldn't tell you, Arya. But I was given permission to dwell here until the end of your days, wife of mine," he spoke just as she opened her mouth to interrogate him.

That took her aback. "By who?"

"As to that, who can say? The powers that be have no faces or names, and I could not tell you more even if I thought hard enough." His misty legs surged forward, his cold fingers twining with hers. "But what matters more, Lady Targaryen—that I'm here, or the identities of those who allowed me to be here?"

[totebagchiqbarista]

Heyy can i request a luka x fem!reader fic? Like you know how how luka is always calm and cool? What if he turns into a living mess after he meets reader? Like no stuttering or something but hes ranting about her to juleka all the time and cant concentrate when shes around??

what are you doing to me? // luka x fem!reader

request: anonymous

warnings: fluff, swearing?, Luka being a mess

pairing: Luka Couffaine x Fem!Reader

a/n: I really wanted to write some Luka stuff and this kind of stretched out to a good amount of words so I hope you like it! :)

"Dear God, Luka, stop talking!" Juleka shouted at her brother who entered her room uninvited for the 4th time today. She had understood he didn't have anybody really to talk to, but Lord was he getting annoying at this point.

"But I have to tell you something"

Pushing him out of her cabin one last time, Juleka stood at the door frame and stared at the blue boy. "Go out and find a life!" Of course, she didn't mean it like that, but before she could manage what she is doing, she slammed the door shut in front of him.

Luka was taken aback by the change in Juleka's attitude. He didn't flinch though. He was always that one collected and calm person in every group. Anger never fulfilled him in the ways it sometimes filled his mother, for example.

Anarka had never been the type to prohibit them of their freedom, but she tends to let her emotions take over her. When somebody mentions their dad, she turns red, wrathful at the memories that flow across her head. And it's never long until she completely lets rage form her.

But Luka was different. He was always the serene boy you would find in the back of the class writing songs, practicing riffs. When somebody took it out on him, Luka sucked it in, forgetting about the scene in a few days. He had never lost his temper, beat someone up, melted at someone's touch...

He didn't mind it, after all, there was nothing to whine about. He had all his emotions under control, and even though he would never admit it- it made him feel superior to others.

So Luka decided to go to the park. Whenever he had nothing to do, a simple solution always came to his mind- a warm walk through the park.

"Hi, Nino" he exclaimed seeing the familiar couple by the water fountain. "Hi, Alya."

Alya offered him a soft smile, taking a piece of Andre's ice cream. Nino lent him his famous handshake. "I'm excited for tonight!" said Alya, referring to the private hangout at Couffaine's that was yet to come.

Luka had completely forgotten about it. How could he do such a thing? Still, he kept his cool exterior, nodding his head in agreement. "Me too"

"Oh shoot! I forgot I was supposed to meet Y/n tonight" Alya looked back on her schedule.

"Who's that?" Luka questioned, having never heard of that name before

"An old friend of mine. She just recently moved here"

"She can come, too."

"Really?" Alya's face lit up in joy "You would do that?"

The blue-haired boy laughed "If there's one place in Paris everybody is welcomed, it for sure is the Couffaine's ship!"

"Great, we'll see you there soon!" Alya added before collecting her phone and her boyfriend, running to meet up with her long-term friend.

Luka was left alone by the fountain, staring faintly at the water drops in the pool. Hot summer day took a toll on him and his eyes closed slightly under the pressure of the beaming sunshine.

A wooden bench called out to him and so he sat underneath the cooling shade of the trees. Moments passed and Luka grew to be more impatient. Guests were to come tonight, maybe he should return and help Juleka set up for the evening hang out...

Just on a mark, a girl ran to the park, out of her breath. She seemed worn out as she breathed heavily from the excessive physical activity. She looked at the phone in her hands, it responding with a typical GPS lady voice.

"Shit" she mumbled as she frantically tried to get the directions from the small machine.

"Hey" Luka called out to her from his sitting position in the corner "Are you lost?"

The girl looked around, making sure the blue boy was talking to her. "Yeah, I guess I could say so." Just as she returned him the look, Luka was struck by her beauty. It seemed like such a cliché, really. And Luka hated clichés. Yet, he was mesmerized by the girl who stood before him.

"Right... Where do you need to go?" He asked, collecting himself by her feet.

"Uh," she let out an unknowing hum "Here"

The picture she showed was blurry but Luka figured the place. It was a place he liked to visit sometimes, too. He showed her the directions, making sure she knows all the tracks.

"Thank you so much" The girl beamed with happiness in her eyes "Thank you for helping me"

Luka nodded, and the girl turned around to leave in the direction he just showed her. Luka contemplated for a second before asking a question just as she was about to leave "Can I know your name, at least?"

Hope in his eyes, he stared at her for a full moment until she broke the silence. "We only just met. Besides, where's the fun in that?" Sending him one last wink goodbye, she disappeared into the streets of Paris.

Juleka wasn't a person one could easily talk to. Except for Luka. Luka knew his sister was quite an introvert and a rather shy soul. He respected it and grew to watch over her, protecting her privacy with others. But with him, she was sometimes an extremely cheerful and bubbly person. Hell, there were moments he wished she could stop talking!

So when the two of them collaborated in decorating the harbor for their friends, they finished rather quickly. In under 2 hours, the duo managed to make the best party ship anyone has ever seen.

"Alya is bringing a friend," Luka said as he and Juleka tried to put the last fairy lights around.

"Really? Who?"

"An old friend who just moved here. Y/n as I recall."

Juleka nodded, trying to remember the name "Oh yes, Y/n. Alya told us about her. I'm glad to finally meet her."

Soon enough, the guests started to gather and their home was erupting from chit chats and music. Luka talked to everybody, getting lost in the crowd. His mind always found its way back to the silhouette of the lost girl from the park. There was something he couldn't get enough of in her...

"Luka, could you play us something?" asked Marinette to what Luka only nodded, heading to his room for the guitar.

"Alya is here!" Rose exclaimed when she noticed her friend at the entrance. Next to her stood a girl, a girl Alya has told them almost everything about.

"Hi, guys! This is Y/n" everybody welcomed them, all eyes prying on the newbie.

Marinette came closer and hugged her "I'm Marinette" she addressed as she offered her a soft smile "I've heard so much about you!"

"I could say the same" Y/n returned the sweet gesture.

"What took you so long?" Nino asked looking at his watch and then back at them.

"My bad. I got kind of lost."

The moment Luka stepped on the ship, the last thing he expects to see was the girl he couldn't stop thinking about. The girl that has been playing in his head all day, since the moment they met. Well, not exactly met.

"You" he blurted without thinking as he set his guitar down.

The pair of orbs he remembered from this morning, looked up at him, as surprised as him. "You" she joked back, not breaking the eye contact.

"You two know each other?" Marinette asked looking back and forth between the two of them.

"Not really. He helped me find the way this morning" Y/n explained

"And she didn't even tell me her name"

"It's more fun this way, don't you think?"

Luka chuckled offering her a handshake. "I'm Luka"

"Y/n"

The night moved slowly and Luka found himself growing more and more nervous whenever Y/n was around. This can't be! He's always the calm one, the collected one, the untouchable one. No, no. It's just a mire admiration. Nothing much, really. He's as steady as ever...

"Spin the bottle!" Alya shouted out of nowhere

Numbers of confused faces turned to her in a moment. She proceeded, explaining her outburst. "Let's play spin the bottle"

The teens looked around, meeting with other's sights, nodding in agreement. Soon enough, the group was sat on the floor. Upon choosing a seat, Luka looked around. There were 2 left: beside Y/n and opposite of her. He wanted to sit beside her, really. Oh, just how he wanted to sit beside her, their knees touching... But he was so nervous. His palms sweat just for the thought and his heart raced with a speed unknown to man.

So he sat opposite of her.

"Right, so, we are playing spin the bottle combined with truth and dare. A person spins the bottle and they ask "truth or dare?" the one who the bottle has sat on." Alya explained.

Marinette went first, the bottle landing on Y/n. The bluenette smiled softly and asking the question. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth"

"Are you happy to be in Paris?"

"Very!" The two exchanged graceful smiles earning a groan from Nino.

"Where are the fun questions! C'mon dudettes!" he cried obviously disappointed in his friends.

Marinette looked at him in confusion "What do you want me to ask?"

"I don' know, something interesting. Like, describe your perfect type, or something"

Y/n laughed for a second. "Well I don't really have a type but guitarists hold a special place in my heart"

Luka looked at her in surprise but wasn't met with her gaze. That was it. He'll lose his mind because of this girl and there's no turning back. He'll be defeated, if only he wasn't already.

Y/n grew to be a great addition to the class and the friend group. And she grew closer to Luka's heart, more close than he liked to admit. When she was around, his mind was rollercoasters, when she was away her melody played in the back of his head. It was exhausting, really. Luka had never acted this way, especially not for a girl. It was all new to him.

It had been almost two months since Y/n's first day in the city of love. Never had she imagined that she would fall so in love with the people, the culture, the capital of France in general. She was standing on her balcony, looking at the most beautiful sightseeing- the Eiffel tower.

"Mom, Dad, I'm leaving, see you later!" she shouted as she closed the front door behind her. Juelka had invited her to help her out with band stuff. She was a bit surprised to say at least for Y/n wasn't much of an intellectual in that field.

The traffic was light and soon enough she stepped foot on the magnificent ship. The boy she already knew very well was strumming his guitar in the corner.

"Nice tune" she whispered, coming behind him

Luka jumped a little, taken aback by her unexpected figure. "Y/n? Why-"

"I invited her, I need some help," said Juleka from the door. "I'll be back in a second" and with that, she disappeared.

Y/n sat on a chair beside him, feeling the tension rise. Luka's melody became more insecure, more unsteady. It felt as if he was trying too hard.

"What happened?"

"I don't know" Luka answered, regretting holding the guitar now. It was true, when she was around, it was not much he could do. His mind always wandered elsewhere.

An uncomfortable silence took over them. Juleka was nowhere in sight. After some minutes of complete dull, Y/n stood up eager to leave. "Tell Juleka I'm sorry, but I just remembered I have to go."

Luka wanted to say something, but he couldn't. He was afraid of blurting out something way more stupid. So he nodded, regretting his decisions. What has she done to him? He can't even think straight, what to do, what not to do. He's a mess and it's all because of her.

"What are you doing you, idiot, go after her!" Juleka stormed out of the ship, scolding her older brother.

"What?"

"Go after her! Tell her how you feel! God!"

"What are you talking about?" Luka played it off dumb

Juleka's anger only grew "Oh please, mister untouchable, you're not so secretive about it. You can never concentrate when she's around, when I mention her, you grow all impatient. You talk about her ALL THE DAMN TIME. I can't listen to you anymore!"

Luka shifted in his spot "I don't talk about her that much"

"You literally stormed in my room last night talking about her humor and how cool she is. Go tell her how you feel, Luka"

He contemplated for a minute making Juleka impatient "Now! Go!"

The blue boy nodded, setting his guitar aside, and running as fast as he could. He ran the way he remembered Y/n to go. His legs could sprint only so fast but somehow he managed to run it all the way through.

Just by the bridge, she saw her walk by herself. It was already getting late, the sun was just around the corner, held by its fingertips to not yet say goodbye. She was looking to the river, calm and alone. "Y/n!" he shouted, putting all the energy he had to pull it through.

"Y/n!" he screamed once more to what the girl turned around. Just as she was about to ask what was happening, Luka panted taking her hand in his the moment he got the chance.

"No, no, I talk." He said taking a deep breath and looking right into her eyes. "Y/n from the moment we met in the park, I couldn't stop thinking about you. You took a tool on me, god, I'm wrapped around your finger! I can't focus when I see you, I lose all my senses when you smile"

Y/n smiled at the ongoing love declaration. "And no matter how hard I tried to cover up my feelings, to forget you, there just is no escape. I am lost, I'm losing my mind. God, what are you doing to me? I rant about you to Juleka, dear Lord. You made a mess out of me, Y/n, and I love, I love, I love you."

And before thinking, Y/n pressed her lips against his. She kissed him long and lovingly, making him melt under her touch.

"That makes the two of us"

[aureentuluva70]

Pertaining to the "Gil-Galad son of Fingon" theory, I really love the possible connections it makes to Maedhros, and in extension to Elrond and Elros.

Maedhros is Fingon's best friend, and there's no way in all of Ea that Fingon wouldn't want his favorite cousin to be one of the first to know that he's going to be a father.

Maedhros's eyes widen to the size of saucers when he receives and reads Fingon's letter, nearly spitting his wine all over the paper. For the next few months the residents of Himring noted their Lord Maedhros's unusually cheerful attitude and the almost youthful grin on his usually stoic face.

When the baby is finally born, Maedhros is quick to ride to Mithrim to congratulate Fingon and his wife on their son's successful birth, and finally gets to meet the person Fingon had utterly refused to shut up about for months. As Fingon carefully settles his tiny son into Maedhros's arms, something about Maedhros's eyes just light up in a way Fingon had not seen in a long time, and it fills Fingon with joy to see his dear friend so happy. For a few moments, as Maedhros holds tiny Ereinion in his arms, it is like he is young again, with a smile of joy that reaches his eyes.

Maedhros stays at Mithrim for about a week before he rides back to Himring, but before he goes he decides to give his dear old friend a gift: The Dragon-Helm of Dor-Lomin, forged by the Dwarves.

Though Maedhros departs to Himring shortly thereafter, he makes sure to visit Mithrim whenever he can, and his frequent visits to Fingon and his family are enough for Gil-Galad to eventually take a liking to his father's best friend, and soon enough adores Maedhros like an uncle, or even like a father.

It's Maedhros who, after learning of Gil Galad's fascination with the lands outside Mithrim, starts bringing his "nephew" little gifts and trinkets from the places he's been, and is the one who tells Gil-Galad stories before bed when his parents are too tired to. The tales he spun were always something Gil-Galad looked forward to, not just of fairy-stories and myths and legends, but of Valinor as well, and of the time before Gil-Galad was born. (He always spoke of Valinor in a bittersweet tone, something which Gil-Galad himself did not fully comprehend until he was much older. Those memories of Maedhros at his bedside would only become more poignant as the years went by, as he grew older and learned more fully of the things that Maedhros had gone through, and realizing that many of his dear uncle's stories had always hinted at something hidden deeper within him, though disguised they were as fairy-stories) Gil-Galad loved his uncle Maedhros and nothing could ever change that.

And then Morgoth struck again.

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It was then that Gil-Galad learned the truth about a lot of things. He learned what it felt like to lose your grandfather. What it felt like to be seperated from your parents for your own safety. He learned what it felt like to lose your father. He learned of the terror of the shadow of war and the tyranny of Morgoth.

He would never forget the haunting image of his mother sobbing in his father's arms one night, when he was up late when he should not have; remembering the awful feeling of knowing he was going to be seperated from his parents after his grandfather's death; and the memory of looking back as he left with Cirdan and seeing his mother and father staring back at him, tears dripping down their pale faces.

There was indeed many things he saw that he wished he hadn't.

But one of the things that hurt the most was arriving to the Havens of Sirion too late and seeing the carnage and death and knowing that it was Maedhros-his childhood hero and second father to him-who had caused it.

Gone was the nighttime storyteller, the gift-giver, the man who would play tag with him with a smile on his face; replaced by a terrifying warrior with grief in his eyes and blood on his hands, and an unbreakable Oath to fulfill.

And yet, even as he stared into Maedhros' eyes for the first time in decades after the Sack of Sirion, he is surprised to find all his anger and loathing and grief is suddenly washed away in a single moment as his eyes lock with Maedhros's.

He does not see the eyes of a merciless killer, or a savage monster of Morgoth, but a broken man with a terrible burden and a Doom laid upon him far too heavy to bear. He sees suffering and unimaginable pain in that pale face and those sunken eyes.

He wishes he could have been there, when Maedhros jumped. Perhaps he could have stopped him-done anything-that was his father. Yes, he had done terrible things, but he was not a wicked man.

He was still his father.

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"You knew Maedhros Feanorian?"

Gil-Galad looks up from his work. It is Elrond. It takes a moment for him to respond. "I did," he says, his voice somber. They both know it was not just a mere acquaintance, what they both shared with Maedhros. "I knew him as a child. He was my father's closest friend."

Elrond sat in the chair across from him. It was a moment before either spoke. "When my brother and I were taken captive after the Sack of Sirion, it was Maglor who spared us, and cared for us. He was like our father."

Gil galad could only nod. He understood perfectly where this was going.

"Maedhros was not as involved in our lives as Maglor was, but I know he cared for us. He still protected us. He was a protector, a caretaker, sometimes even like..."

"A father?" Gil galad finished. Elrond nodded.

"Tell me more about him."

[0lympian-c0uncil]

Horns of the Mother

Dionysus fell to his knees, tears streamed down his face, as he stared at the ground. He heard a sob come from his right and looked over to see his sister, Persephone, who was also crying. Her hands covered her face, as she knelt sobbing. But Dionysus’s attention was on the two dark horns protruding from his sister’s forehead, identical to his. The sharp horns curled back slightly, they were a beautiful dark red, and they looked gorgeous, but to the siblings the horns were a curse. To others the horns weren't gorgeous or beautiful, they were mosterus and so were their hosts. ���IT ISN’T FAIR!!!” Persephone yelled “WHY ARE WE TREATED THIS WAY?!” Those words triggered the memory from not even 20 mins ago. He felt his throat tighten as the words a god said rang in his mind. “Such MONSTERS! Lord Zeus, why would you let these freaks into your party?! They are more closely related to Satyrs than Gods.-” The wine god shook his head trying to get the memory to leave. The two gods could take a lot but that was the final straw. It only felt as if it had been two mins before they heard footsteps behind them, but they didn’t look, not until a hand landed on their shoulders. The two reacted immediately and in unison, slapping the hand off and turning to glare at its owner, only to see- “Mother?” Demeter looked down at her children, a concerned look on her face. “Why are you crying, my dears?” The two looked at each other and then to their mother an angry look on their faces. “Why would you care!?” “What-” “You wouldn’t understand what's wrong!” As soon as the words left Persephone’s mouth, Demeter’s face went serious “What did you say?” Dionysus answered “And don’t say ‘I understand how you feel’ and shit, because you don’t!!” Demeter didn’t respond for a second. The goddess of grain then sat beside her children making them flinch slightly. The two gods put their heads down in slight shame for yelling at their mother. They sat in silance for a minate before Demeter spoke. “I understand a lot of what you feel, my children.” “What do you mean?” Dionysus said in confusion. Demeter smiled and lifted her hand touching his horns lightly. “Where do you think you get these from?” The two gods looked at eachother in confusion, “What do you-” “Just watch.” Demeter lifted her hands, placing them on her forehead then moved them up ward. Dionysus and Persephone, gasped in shock at what happened next. From the goddess of agriculture's forehead two large ram horns grew. It only took about a few seconds for them to be full grown. Demeter sighed and lowered her head to look at her children, who were staring in shock. “Suprise.” Demeter said nervously “What the fuck Mom?!” Persephone said in slight anger “You have them too, and you didn’t tell us?” “Why?” Demeter looked to Dionysus and gave him a sad look “Because I am selfish, my dear.” Persephone and Dionysus exchanged a look. “I have hidden these for years, because I was ashamed and disgusted by them. I thought I would be treated like a monster if they were seen so I hid them.” Demeter wiped her eyes and continued “But now I regret it, I regret not letting you have someone who has to go through this aswell. I am sorry I wasn’t there for you when you needed it, I’m sorry I didn’t let you know there was someone out there like you.” The goddess smiled lightly trying not to cry, not when her kids were suffering because of her selfishness. But she didn’t expect her children to hug her. She sat in shock as they held her for a while. When they let go Dionysus spoke “I understand your fear mother, and I know you didn’t know what was happening to us.” Persephone nodded “Please mother, don't blame yourself, please.” Demeter sighed and smiled “I promise I’ll try to understand better. I’ll be better, my children. “ The earth gods smiled and stood up. “The first thing you can do is spend time with us mother.” Her children reached out their hands toward her and Demeter grabbed them both. And the mother and her children walked home.

[fific7]

Unexpected - Part 1

King Caspian x Reader

Summary: What happens if you push the respectful and well-behaved King Caspian a little too far? You’re about to find out.

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s mainly a mix of fluff and angst with some lemon zest 🍋 Friends to Lovers AU.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including debatable consent at first, loss of virginity and oral and unprotected* sex between consenting adults. Some drinking & swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My video edit)

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You and every unwed woman in Narnia knew that the handsome King Caspian was being pressured by his advisors to find a Queen for himself.

Most knew that to become Queen of Narnia would be unattainable for them - no doubt that would be some Princess from another country - and you had no illusions about your own chances. Your father was one of the lords at court and owned a large amount of land near Cair Paravel, but you were not a Royal so you were sure you’d never be considered.

You and Caspian had been friendly when you were younger but you doubted he’d remember you, so much had happened between then and now.

You’d been restless at home recently, mainly because your parents had started speaking of finding you a husband. Appalled, you’d pestered, pleaded with and finally persuaded your father to arrange for you to see Professor Cornelius as you wanted something with which to fill your days instead of playing the piano, embroidery and reading.

Cornelius had suggested you come to work with him as his research assistant, and you’d leapt at the chance. It also meant that you would live at Cair Paravel, away from the slightly smothering atmosphere at home. Your mother had not spoken to you for a week before you left (or your father, whom she blamed for setting up the interview in the first place). But she’d reluctantly accepted that you were flying the nest, however you’d had to endure an extremely long lecture about how you should behave while living away from home.

It seemed that you would be able to eat, drink, speak and bathe and not much else.

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King Caspian made his way to Cornelius’ study, knocking once before entering. The older man looked up at him, smiling and greeting him. Caspian threw himself into the chair in front of the desk, having lifted three books from it first.

“You are in need of some time away from your advisors, Caspian?”

The King nodded, running his hands over his face. “They just go on and on and on about how I need a wife and an heir. I am sure I will find a wife one day but I have other things I wish to concentrate on at the moment.” “Your next voyage?” Caspian nodded, “Yes. There is still much to do. The construction of the Dawn Treader is well under way, but I have an itinerary to decide upon and courses to plot.”

“I have a new research assistant starting tomorrow, I am sure she will be able to help you with that. She is well read and knowledgeable of the many other lands you may wish to visit.” Caspian looked up quickly at him, “She?” “Yes, she is my Lord Tirian’s daughter.” Caspian smiled, “I remember her. We played silly games together when we were young, whenever her father brought her to the castle. It will be so nice to see her again.”

Cornelius, hiding a smile, replied, “Oh, I think you will be very pleased to see her again, my King.”

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Feeling nervous for some reason, you tapped on Cornelius’ door and heard “Come in” in response. Stepping into the room, you were amazed at the numbers of books, manuscripts and charts which occupied the small room. You could hardly see the diminutive Cornelius in amongst it all, and he saw you taking in the piles stacked everywhere.

He chuckled, “Yes, there are too many, my dear. I’m hoping you can help me catalogue and store them as I confess the situation is getting out of control.” You bowed your head to him, “I’ll be happy to assist, Professor Cornelius.” “I’m so glad to hear that. On another note, the King is looking forward to meeting you again. I’d quite forgotten until I spoke to him about you that you were childhood friends.” You smiled, “Well, I’m not sure the King would have actually called me his friend as such, but we did spend happy hours playing hide and seek and pretending to fight dragons.”

Cornelius nodded, “He remembers those times fondly, my lady. He was not allowed to play with many other children, and I’m certain he considered you a friend of his. Come, let us go and reintroduce you to each other.”

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Caspian looked up from the document he was reading at his desk. There had been a sharp knock at the door of his chambers and then it had opened, Cornelius striding into the room with another person following him. He was transfixed as he looked upon the grown-up face of his childhood playmate. He stood and walked around the desk towards the two of them, whispering her name as she curtsied in front of him.

He was still staring at her. Cornelius cleared his throat seeing that the young King was lost for words, but Caspian ignored him as he heard her soft voice, “It is so nice to see you again, your Majesty.” “Caspian,” he said immediately, “we never called each other anything except our first names, did we?” She was smiling up at him, and he was still a little overwhelmed. This was the skinny little girl he’d run about with all those years ago? Now, she was a woman - a beautiful woman. “No, Caspian, we didn’t.”

Cornelius interjected, “I’ll leave you two to get reacquainted, so I’m going back to my study. Your Majesty, my lady.” He gave a small bow and left the room.

Caspian indicated the large couch by the window and she made her way to it, gathering her dress underneath her as she sat down. He sat at the other end, and without thinking he reached out and took her hand. She smiled, wrapping her fingers around his hand as they’d done so many years ago, while running headlong through the orchards next to the castle.

“I’m so very sorry about your father, Caspian. He was always so kind to me. You must miss him dreadfully.” Caspian looked down quickly and she heard him say quietly, “Thank you. Yes, I miss him every minute of every day.” He met her eyes once more, “But we were able to right the wrongs done to him and Narnia, for which I am very grateful.” She smiled at him again, “And here you are, a King! My childhood friend. I really didn’t think you’d remember me.”

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Caspian’s dark brown eyes gazed into yours and he held your hand even tighter. “Of course I remember you! Do you think I’d forget my only friend?! Your visits and the little time we spent together made my life bearable.”

You were shocked, and felt so sad for him. “Oh, Caspian! I can’t have been your only friend, surely?” His eyes filled with tears and he looked down again, “Believe me, you were. I was so lucky that we’d met before my father died, so it would have looked strange if my uncle had banned us from meeting. He kept me totally isolated most of the time. I think he did that so people maybe wouldn’t notice when it was time to kill me.”

Cornelius hadn’t told you it had been this bad for him! Your own eyes were watering now as you thought about the hardships he’d had to face at such a young age. Without giving it much thought, you flung your arms round him and hugged him tightly. His head came to rest on your shoulder and your hand went to the back of his head, stroking his silky hair. His shoulders shook slightly and you knew he was crying, so you just held him until he was ready to sit back from you. He stood up abruptly and turned to look out of the window, a hand swiftly wiping his cheeks dry.

He gave a choked laugh, “I’m so sorry, this was supposed to be a happy reunion and we are both crying,” looking down at you as you also wiped tears away. “I’m sorry, Caspian. I mentioned your father and perhaps I shouldn’t have?” He shook his head, “No, I’m glad that you did. And at least we have now spoken of his passing and can remember and talk about happier times.” You smiled at him, “Yes, I shall enjoy that. Although maybe I should speak firstly about how worried I was on the occasion we came to visit, and you were not there. I asked as many guards and lords as I could where you were, but I was told to stop being a nosy child. My father would say nothing to me either, despite my tantrums!”

Caspian burst out laughing, “Oh I remember your tantrums so well! I’m impressed he didn’t give in to you in the face of one of those!” You slapped him lightly on the arm, also laughing, “Caspian! You’re supposed to be my friend!” He became serious again, “I most certainly am. I’m overjoyed to have you back in my life. So much has happened in the past few years, and there has been so much to do, but rest assured I would have tracked you down eventually.” His hand went to your face, stroking your cheek gently and you felt your breath catch. He looked so handsome. Very much a man now, rather than the adolescent boy you’d once known.

His head moved much closer to yours, and you thought for a moment that he was going to kiss you.

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Caspian suddenly realised what he was about to do, and pulled back sharply. He should not kiss her.

They’d only just met again, but he knew that all his feelings for her were still there. He’d just pushed them down, deep deep down, so that he could carry out what he’d needed to do for Narnia and for his father’s memory.

He’d been in love with her when he was a boy, and now that he was a man - he knew that he still loved her. He’d nearly passed out when he’d seen her again today after being apart from her for so long. All those suppressed feelings had come raging back through his veins in an instant, overwhelming, all-consuming, setting his mind and body alight with a burning passion.

But she’d said he was her friend. So he doubted that she felt the same kind of love for him that he felt for her. He must bear that in mind and act accordingly, no matter how much he wished it wasn’t the case.

Stepping back from her, he let his hand fall from her face and smiled sadly at her.

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[roger-that-cap]

meet me in the gardens

knight!natasha romanoff x noble!fem!reader

summary: being the widow of a decently wealthy lord and sitting on a large plot of land automatically meant that you were a candidate for the program that you couldn’t say not to; the hosting. you had to sponsor a knight and keep them in your home for an entire year, which was troublesome enough on its own. but you never expected your knight to be a woman, and you certainly didn’t expect to have a full on illegal love affair with her, either. 

warnings: ppl are upset, shit gets ruined, swearing? the “l” word

word count: 3.5k

what is this, like the sixth part? this was definitely supposed to be a miniseries lmao- all the other parts are on my pinned post!

The nights passed the same, but the days were entirely different. Days kept flying by, and with every single cycle of the sun, you were forced more and more by tradition to prepare your home for your future husband. It had been days since you and Natasha confessed your feelings for each other and kissed under the starlight, and still, the feeling of her arms around you and her face in your hands still ran around in your mind, pushing thoughts of your duties out of your mind without any effort. And it was for that reason, against your judgement, that you still met with Natasha Romanoff every night. 

  It felt like ever since the honesty started flowing, you began to feel lighter. With every glance at Natasha that became less and less stolen, your soul felt like it could deviate more and more by the second. Your mind knew what was going on, the high before the impending fall, and you knew for a fact that when you hit the ground, you were going to shatter. But you couldn't find your mind wanting to acknowledge how fragile you were becoming for love. And how could you? How could you mind the chilling fall and the results of it when Natasha cradled you so gently, just like stained glass?

 Wanda was the sane one. She was the one who kept trying to bring you back down from the tops of your clouds, attempting to be the gentle reminder before reality itself slammed right into you and took your breath away in the worst of ways. She was the gentle hand of a mother that tried to shake her child out of  a nightmare disguised as a dream, and you were the insolent child who ignored her. 

 Pietro, on the other hand, encouraged it. He was all for splurging, and that went for everything. He was a borderline glutton and when he had money, it was gone within weeks, and he was an advocate for the way that you were divulging in your own little heaven. He would smile when he saw you off in your own head, reminiscing on a memory so sweet you could have sworn it was some sort of dream. He would tell Wanda in hushed whispers to leave you alone, and that you deserved to be happy, even if it was only for a little bit. 

  “But she doesn’t deserve to have it ripped away from her,” Wanda said to him on a day where the sun managed to pierce through the coverage of the clouds, and he just shook  his head at her, looking at her with slight pity. “It’s my duty as her friend to remind her.”

“She’s a smart girl, don’t you think she knows?” Pietro retorted, eyeing you as you picked a magnolia from your garden, standing  by yourself but still smiling. “Besides, do you really think that her lady love is going to let anything happen to her?” 

 Wanda gasped and looked around them, on alert for anyone who could have possibly heard what her brother had said. Her eyes were wild as she watched for anyone who may have heard the scandalous words, and when she saw that everyone was minding their business, she swirled her head back to glare at Pietro.  “What?”

Pietro grinned, and then his grin turned into a sneaky smirk. “What, you didn't know?” When Wanda hesitated to answer, he chuckled. ‘There’s no way you didn’t know.” 

“Pietro, you can’t just say things like that,” she scolded, heart still racing at the thought of someone knowing. 

“You and I are the only ones who know her well enough to know that she’s in love, and there’s no way that you haven’t seen the way that the knight is around her.” 

  Wanda had. She had a great read on people, always seeming to know everyone’s thoughts before they even knew it themselves. She knew the second that Natasha Romanoff started to change, and she would never forget the time where she realized that it was because of her very own dear friend.

 It happened on a particularly cool day, and Wanda had dressed you in a short and flowy dress before realizing that there was a breeze outside. You had walked down to the training areas, even though you said that you were just aimlessly walking, and you kept glancing over your shoulder to watch the red head spar with a man twice her size and hold more than her own. You had looked away the second that Wanda looked at you for a moment too long, with her eyes that were always seeking answers. The first pang of realization hit Wanda that day when she saw you stand up straight and tall when Natasha started to saunter towards the both of you. The second time that she saw it was when Natasha got an eyeful of you, too, and then her flawless steps faltered for the quickest of moments. Natasha never faltered. 

  “It doesn’t matter what we know,” Wanda muttered lowly, putting a strand of her hair behind her ear in an attempt to look like they were having a normal conversation. “We can’t just go around saying that our lady-”

“Likes women?” He asked, and Wanda immediately started throwing curses his way. “No one ever sees past their own problems here. I can assure you, no one cares if Lady Mirellis likes lying with women.” 

“No, but Brock Rumlow will care,” Wanda pointed out. “And he has the ability to make her life miserable. So please, watch your mouth. Or at least care for how loud you run it.”

 “They were meant to meet,” Pietro said, his words nearly running into Wanda’s. “They were meant to meet, that much is obvious. I knew it from the second that I saw them look at each other when the redhead stepped out of the carriage.” Wanda looked at him with shock in her eyes as she watched his face flood with smugness, the sort of effortless smile that made people smile back. “What, you didn’t see that coming?” He shook his head and ruffled his sister’s hair, ignoring the angered sounds she made. 

“And you say that you’re the observant twin?” 

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The stream became your hiding place. It was the place that you and Natasha went when it all became too much for you or when she wanted to celebrate getting another step closer to finding herself. You went on good days and bad ones, but at the end of it, you felt at peace. You both ended up forgetting why you went in the first place. 

Your toes were in the water, brushing up against a rock every few seconds as the red head practiced wielding her sword absentmindedly behind you, still looking graceful and as smooth as water while she did it. “What’s going to happen when you finish?” 

  “When I finish what?” 

“When you finish your knightly duties, you know, the reason why you came in the first place?” You asked, turning your head to look at her. She had her arm straight out, sword elongating it and was mid-lunge, but her eyes were on you and her forehead had gathered wrinkles. “What’s going to happen?” 

She dropped her arm abruptly and frowned. You heard her inhale over the sound of rushing water. “Well, I suppose I have to ride back to the capital.”  You knew that. “I’ll be officially knighted there.” 

  “Are you excited?” 

“It’s still a few months away,” Natasha said, and you knew that the statement was more for you than it was for her. “But when the time comes, I’ll be excited.” 

You knew she would be. She rose up from nothing to possibly being a woman knighted by the king, something that had never happened before. She was proud of herself, and you were proud of her. She was the perfect knight, honorable and strong, and everything that a person with that title should be. You sat there with your lips shut, hand in hers like it was meant to be that way, and your mind moving at a speed legs couldn’t even hope for. 

“Whatever you’re worrying about, darling,” Natasha said, the hand that wasn’t intertwined with you reaching up and brushing against your jaw, fingers caressing your face as she turned your head gently to face her. “Don’t.” 

  “If only it were that easy.” 

“It could be,” she retorted, and her pointer finger brushed over your top lip. “Just stop thinking about it.” 

You pursed your lips at her, shaking your head. “You truly do have a man’s brain.” 

“Are you going to be able to do it?” She asked out of nowhere, and you stopped tracing her eyebrows with your finger to give her a confused look. “I guess the real question is- are you really going to do it?”

You sighed, your heart already slowly breaking. “Yes.” You said, lacking hesitancy that you felt deeply in your heart. “It won’t matter that I’ll be married to him. I swear it.” 

“I believe you.” 

“Nothing has to change. We’ll sneak around like we always do, we’ll be fine.” 

“Hey,” Natasha said, grabbing your hands as they started to shake. Your eyes were gathering tears with every word that passed through your lips, and she made you focus on her. “I believe you.” 

The rest of the night was spent as all the other nights were spent. Silence other than the sounds of nature and each other’s soft breathing. The customary breeze that came and went brushing against your bare legs and Natasha’s clothed ones. Soft touches that ranged from hands to foreheads to each other’s backs. It was so intimate, and you were so alone with her that it truly felt like you two were the only people on the planet. You never felt safer. Seeing Natasha wield a sword or wear her armor had nothing on the security that you felt when she just had you close, where there was nothing but a sliver of air between your two bodies. It was in moments like those, when she held you in her arms and kissed your temple, where you truly felt invincible. 

§§

With every passing day, you fell more and more in love with Natasha Romanoff. That much was a given, and you knew that the first night at the stream was going to change your life for forever, but you never expected it to be that hard. And by it, you meant, getting married to someone you would hate just so that you could keep the woman that you loved safe. 

And it felt so good to finally use that word, even if it was only in the comforts of your own mind. You loved her. You loved her like you had never loved anyone else, and you had to tell her one day. Your heart sunk to your toes when you realized that the confession would have to be in an empty forest or in your gardens or somewhere else just a s secretive, and that no one would ever find out truly how devoted you were to her. You were never going to be able to tell the world that you loved her, and that was for more reasons than one. 

  You were going to marry Brock Rumlow the day after he arrived. And that day was hardly even approaching anymore, it was on your doorstep. It was so close, in fact, that you were standing in your wedding gown and crying as you tried it on one last time before the fateful day. 

One second, Wanda was doing your corset and fixing the collar on the traditional wedding dress and the next- she was watching you lose your mind. “I really- I can’t do it.” You had a hand over your mouth as you looked up towards the ceiling. You collapsed to the floor despite your chest struggling to expand and catch a breath while the corset constricted. Your hands covered your face as you allowed yourself to have a good cry for the first time in what felt like years. 

“Oh, sweetheart.” Wanda breathed out, and you could feel the heartbreak in her just like it was in you. “I know. I know, just cry it all out.” 

Your head was spinning. You had no idea what terrible choices you had made for life to bring you to the spot that you were soon to arrive at and be stuck in forever. You had no idea what you had done to the world to make the universe want to make your life miserable. “I can’t do it.” 

“If you’re afraid that he’ll hurt you…”  Wanda started off, a slight tremble in her voice as she tried to gather her own bearings and be strong for you, “Pietro and I won’t let it happen. Pietro is strong, and I’m fierce when it comes to the two of you, you know that. Nothing will ever happen to you while we’re here.”

  “I can’t marry him,” you sobbed, and it felt like you were being crushed into a hug by the corset. “I can’t.” 

  “I will be with you every step of the way, just like I was before, darling.” 

“No!” You wailed, and you felt Wanda startle a bit. You were going in circles in your own mind, s fast that you couldn’t even stop your lips from moving if you had tried. “I can’t- I cannot marry him because my heart is fully in the possession of another.” You admitted lowly, so quietly that Wanda hardly even heard it. “I can’t.” 

Wanda waited a few moments before speaking again. “It’s Natasha isn’t it?” 

You stiffened up immediately, almost forgetting that quickly that you had shared the only secret that you ever kept from Wanda. Natasha. “What?” 

  “Pietro and I have known you for what feels like centuries,” Wanda said rubbing a smooth hand up and down your back. “Did you really think that we hadn’t caught on?” 

  You looked up at her, panic manifesting in your eyes. “Who else knows?” If you were in a rational state of mind, you would have known that Wanda and Pietro would never run their mouths, especially not about something that meant life or death. And you being with someone- a woman at that- before your betrothed came? That meant certain death for the both of you. ‘W-Wanda-”

“No one knows,” she said soothingly, a promise deep rooted in her tone. “Just the two of us. You hid it surprisingly well, but you can’t hide from your family.”

And they were family. The only ones you considered to be family, actually. “So now you know why.” Wanda nodded, and then the two of you sat on your wooden floor in silence, but it felt awfully loud with the thoughts running through you.

It felt like ages had passed by the time Wanda’s voice flooded your senses again, the despair in it hardly hidden. “What are you going to do?” 

“Try to keep us both alive.” 

§§

Your eyes were shut as you laid on your back and tried to will the tears away. Natasha was next to you, and you were supposed to be stargazing during your last night of freedom. You had been keeping it together, but the second Natasha heard a sniffle, she shook her head and leaned up on her arm.

 “You are not going to mope on our last- you know what? You’re just not going to mope tonight. Stand up.” Before you could even tell her that you didn’t want to she was yanking you up with one hand. You stumbled forward and into her arms, unable to stop yourself from giggling a bit before she steadied you. 

The moonlight was your friend as it lit her face, and like you always did, you momentarily lost your breath while the two of you locked eyes, yours clashing with her blue ones and creating a tension that you were so familiar with, the kind that everyone craved. “If there was no rush, nothing threatening to tear us apart, would you agree to marry me right now?” 

 You blinked. “What?” 

“In another life,” Natasha said, and you nodded with hesitant encouragement. “If this was another life and I was someone in a position to get down on one knee and marry you, would you tell me yes?” You stood there tongue tied, holding both of her hands as she stared at you head on. “If I were a man, a wealthy man who loved you for you, just like I do now, would you tell me yes? Would you agree to marry me if there were no obstacles?”

 Once you understood the depth of her question, the answer that had been stirring within finally came to light, and then it was leaving your lips in a surprised exhalation. “Yes.”

“Good,” Natasha said, the apprehension melting off of her face. She took a step back, but still held your hands tightly. “I’ll make it a point to find you in the next life, then.” 

 The next life. An unknown. Something that had so many variables, so many different meanings and outcomes. She was so optimistic, for someone who had seen so much hurt and suffering. But you were a realist, you had to be after everything that happened to you. And you knew deep down, no matter how much you willed for there to be one, that there was no second chance at a next life for you. And there wasn’t one for her, either. You didn’t have the next life. You didn’t even have the one you lived in. But you had a single night. 

“I would marry you tonight,” you said softly, and when you heard her breathing hitch, you turned your head to look at her, watching the slightest of flushes appear on her cheeks, like she was surprised that you would have even said the words that you did. “Even with everything going on right now, I would marry you. I would marry you with or without the people who hate us for loving who we do, and with or without Brock Rumlow coming in the morning. If I could, I would marry you. If you’d have me, of course.” 

“Of course I would,” she said, relief lacing in her voice as she touched your face, and one of your tears hit her pointer finger. “And it’s too late now, I’m afraid, but, I love you,” she said, and just like that, all of your worry and frustration and fear had melted away, like you were in some stupid fairy tale that queens tell their daughters at night. “Is that enough?” 

 No. It wasn’t. Not when it came to her. You wanted to give your all to her and you wanted it back from her. But as quick as you realized that you wanted it all, you realized that you would never get it. So, the little confessions and hugs and caresses in the dark were going to have to be enough. You would make them enough. “It’s enough,” you said, because wanting was enough. Being with her in the night and desiring for her during the day was enough. “It’s enough.” 

§§

You expected a more calm entrance from Lord Rumlow, but then again, you didn’t know him. But the second all of his horses and men came barreling down the road, you felt like you knew him quite enough. 

You knew all men like him at first glance. 

Wanda was on your left, and Pietro on your right as you stood in a pretty, floral dress that Wanda picked out for you. It was silent when she dressed you, but all the words were there. She did your hair the way that you usually did it, said you looked beautiful, and then the next thing you knew, you were standing and watching carriages arrive. 

 Natasha wasn’t there.  

You honestly didn’t know if it was worse or better for you. 

When the fanfare was finally over and the door to the grandest chariot of them all opened, you held your breath. And then, before you could even stop yourself, you thought, I’m about to see what a true monster looks like. 

He was a big man. Muscular, sturdy looking, and intimidating. You immediately understood why he came off as so hostile in the letters, and it was because he was so scary looking that he could get away with nearly anything. You tilted your head upwards in defiance, meeting his eyes even though he cocked a brow at you, easily recognizing you as his betrothed, and as a woman who was directly challenging him. 

He took a few steps closer, but like he knew of your extreme aversion to him and the way that you had two people beside you that would defend you fiercely, he stopped at a far enough distance. His expensive shoes dug up your grass, and you would have flinched if it weren’t for his steely, self assured voice coming your way.  “You must be my wife.” 

You couldn’t even scoff. “Not yet.” 

“But tomorrow is coming,” he said, looking around the estate, clearly pleased with the way it looked. He nodded his head once, twice, and then three times, before his gaze settled on you again, and he looked you up and down. “Couldn’t ask for anything more.

***

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BP Headcanon / One Shot: Raising A Kid With Lisa

Requested By Anon: Lisa / Reader while they're raising a kid

Quote Requested By @ssamssamu: "I knew I did from that first moment we met. It was… not love at first sight exactly, but- familiarity. Like: oh, hello, it’s you. It’s going to be you."

Pairing: Lisa x Fem!Reader

Warnings / Misc. -- Fluff, Slight Angst, Happy Ending

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: This one's kinda long, guys 😳 I hope you enjoy, though. Thank you for the requests!

PS ~ Your child is female in this

♡ Happy Reading ♡

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Dear lord... 🛐🤰

Let's get started

First off: milf

Second off: you'd either come home to find her, your child, and your 5 cats passed out, or chaotically playing with one another

WHEN YOU'RE NEW PARENTS:

If you give birth, she's literally the most supportive wife ever

Getting you any and everything you need, no matter the time of day or night

"Lis?" You ask into the darkness, voice coming out rough as it slips past your sleepy lips. Her soft snoring is cut off in an instant as she wakes up, ready to help.

"I'm here, my love." She yawns, quickly stretching before reaching forward to take your hand into her own.

"Can you get me some ice chips?" You wince, hating to make her trek all the way down the hall when she was comfortable and sleeping so well.

"On it, baby." She stands and brushes her lips against your forehead, reassuring you that she doesn't mind the task.

"Thank you; I love you," you call after her as she walks towards the door. She turns to you just as she reaches it, pressing a kiss to her fingers before holding a finger heart up for you.

"I love you more."

----

"Here you go," she says, helping you sit up in the hospital bed. "I got you a little water with it, just like you like." She raises the cup for you, tilting it so that the cool liquid can slide towards your lips, soothing your dry mouth. The styrofoam squeaks lightly, momentarily accompanying the sound of the beeping monitor that's keeping track of your vitals.

You gently push the cup away after you're satisfied, wrapping your arms around her waist as she puts it on the bedside table. She cuddles you back, kissing the top of your head.

"Thanks again, babe. I don't know what I'd do without you." You mumble against her, still exhausted from all that you went through earlier today. She crouches down beside you, taking your hands within her own as she looks up into your eyes.

"You've made me the happiest woman in the world, Y/N/N; I have you and our cute little baby girl now. I think that's more than a fair trade for getting ice chips at 3 in the morning."

You laugh, leaning forward to rest your forehead against hers.

"We did pretty good, didn't we?" You ask after a moment, gazing over at the clear bin your daughter is laying in, resting peacefully.

"We sure did." Lisa says, feeling tears prick at her eyes. She raises a hand to your cheek, cupping the soft skin as she looks at you tenderly.

If she gives birth, you'd do everything for her as well and take good care of her as she recovers

She'd try to be a bit more independent, though, just because that's how she is

She secretly loves when you surprise her with just what she wanted, but was too shy / stubborn to ask for

You come back into the bedroom with a pint of ice cream and two spoons in hand, clad in one of her oversized shirts.

"I got your favorite," you smile, saddling up next to her on the bed. She sits up with a shy grin, feeling beyond lucky to have someone like you.

"Thank you baby," she says, taking a scoop of the sweet treat as you stick it out to her. She sighs as the flavor coats her tongue, reminding her of all the reasons it's her favorite.

"You know," she starts after a minute, grabbing your attention mid-bite. "You taste even better than this."

She smirks as you nearly choke on the ice cream, coughing a bit as it trails an icy path down your throat.

"Yah, jagi! Are you trying to kill me?"

She doesn't want to feel like a nuisance

You reassure her that she isn't at all, and eventually she listens to you

Lets you help her more and cater to her needs

Repays you in the form of cuddles and millions of sweet kisses

As soon as she can safely take care of herself, she's back to normal (aka, being a crackhead)

If you adopt or have a donor, oh boy

That child is spoiled the moment you lay eyes on it

Raising her as your own

You agree to tell her about her past when she's older, if she wants that

Constant reassurance of your love for her

Telling her how proud you are of her

---

She'd be teaching your kid dance moves before she could even walk

"Lis, baby, she literally just bent her knee."

"I don't know what you're talking about. She was definitely practicing the move I taught her last night."

Almost always making a mess when she feeds her (though that's not entirely Lisa's fault... babies are messy)

Seriously, both of them completely covered in baby food and milk when you walk in

Lisa asking if she can buy a hazmat suit for when it's her time on diaper duty

Pouting when you say no

She decides to wear goggles, gloves, and a face mask instead

--

Singing softly to your daughter as she rocks her to sleep

Sometimes falling asleep in your rocking chair with your baby in her arms

And you find them and just 🥺

WHEN YOUR DAUGHTER IS A TODDLER & UP:

Visiting Lisa's family and your own when you can

Very wholesome memories being made with them

Food fights

She is 110% down to act silly and do anything your kid wants

You unlock the front door of your shared home, tiredly rubbing your neck after a long day of work. The sound of one of your daughter's favorite movies playing on the living room TV brings a smile to your face, and you quickly set your things on the kitchen table before joining them.

Upon stepping foot into the room, you comically narrow your eyes.

"What are you wearing?" You ask both of them as an amused smile grows on your lips.

Lisa turns to you now, appearing to have been so invested in the movie that she hadn't even heard you come home. You start to wonder if maybe she was the one who wanted to watch the movie all along.

A tin foil hat rests atop her head, matching the adorable, mini-sized version that your daughter is modeling. Lisa's grin widens cutely as she looks you up and down, happy to finally have you back home.

"Here mama, we made one for you, too!" Your daughter says excitedly, giggling as she hops up and runs towards you, cap in hand. You crouch down so she can put it on you, feeling your heart melt at the happy look in her eyes; she's proud of herself, and so are you.

"Thank you baby, it fits just right." You praise, lifting her into your arms as Lisa stands up and approaches you.

"We missed you, lovey." She presses her lips to yours, humming against them when you bring a hand to her hip to pull her even closer. You pull away before you can get too invested and scar your child for life, opting instead to cuddle into the cozy embrace that Lisa offers to the two of you.

The warm material of her sweater brushes against your skin as she brings her arms around both of you, protecting you from the slightly chilly air of the room.

"You know, I still have no idea what the hat's for..." you smirk, feeling your daughter raise her head from where it previously came to rest against your shoulder. She scoffs, sounding offended that you don't know the answer.

"It's to protect us from aliens. Duh," she rolls her eyes, making you and Lisa chuckle. Clearly Jennie has been giving her some sass lessons lately.

"My most sincere apologizes, princess," you bow your head in mock shame, doing your best to conceal your smile.

"Let's go sit back down. I wanna hold my girls," Lisa declares softly, kissing your temple as you go to agree.

The three of you make your way back to the couch, snuggling up close as Lisa presses play.

Very affectionate

Constantly squishing your cheeks and gushing about how cute you are (she does the same thing to your daughter too)

Spoils her (and you) rotten

Matching onesies

Matching outfits, totally coordinated (usually Celine or some other designer brand)

Pillow / blanket forts

"Queen Y/N, requesting entrance." You announce with a smile, hands full of snacks for the three of you as you sit back on your knees in waiting.

From inside, you hear Lisa say, "Your Highness, there's a guest at the door. Would you like to see her?"

Your daughter's faux royal voice almost makes you crack up. "Oh, alright. Open up." She commands, sounding British.

Lisa parts the front two blankets, doing her best to conceal her grin as she locks eyes with you.

"SNACKS!" Your daughter shrieks, completely breaking character.

"No no no! Wait--" She eagerly rushes over to you, knocking you over in the heat of the moment. Your mom skills kick in and allow you to angle the bowls correctly and keep most of the food in, though a few stray pieces of popcorn fall out and land in your hair.

"Oops... sorry mommy," your daughter says, snickering softly.

Lisa leans over you, peering down at where you now lay on your back. She smirks as she picks some of the popcorn out of your hair.

If you're preparing a meal for the three of you, they'd turn on some music and come hang in the kitchen with you

Dance battles everywhere

Lisa doesn't always let your daughter win, either, and it makes your little girl all the more competitive

Taking your daughter to street markets to introduce her to new foods and develop her palate

Betting on what foods she'll like more

Lisa getting sulky when she loses, and never shutting up about it when she wins

PICTURES PICTURES PICTURES

Lisa's always taking pictures of you all to add to your family photo book

More like photo books

Seriously so many pictures. She just can't get enough of how cute her little unit is

Taking trips to local cat cafés to let the gang play

Lisa convincing you to let her get another cat

"Pleaaaase?" She draws the word out, wrapping her arms around your waist. You glance over to where your daughter is surrounded by a sea of fluff balls, almost unable to be seen. She's laughing her head off, filling the room with her cute giggles as the kitties brush against her.

"Just one more. Last one." Lisa says, gathering your attention again.

"You said that last time," you quip.

"I mean it this time."

"I feel like that's a lie..."

"If you let me get this cat, there'll be a reward for you later." She husks the last part out, letting her fingers trail to the back of your neck to rest there. She leans forward to press a kiss to your cheek, then your jawline, smiling against your skin when she feels your heart beat a little faster.

"Fine, Lisa. But this is the last one," you point a finger at her, pushing her back slightly.

"Thank you, my love. You won't regret it." She smirks, head held high as she slaps your butt and goes to the crate to pick her cat of choice.

Roadtrips

Sightseeing and exploring

Teaching your daughter how to take good pictures, too

"My little prodigy" - Lisa (🥺🥲)

You and your daughter go to Lisa's performances anytime you're able

Cheering the girls on, fully decked out in BP merch

"BLACKPINK IS THE REVOLUTION!" Your daughter screams, bonking her light stick against her head wildly. From the vantage point of your front row seat, you lock eyes with Lisa before glancing down at the little human with an amused smile. Lisa laughs when she notices her, leaving only the backing track to play for a second. She giggles again and points to you before picking back up with the song, a wide smile on her lips.

The other members look down and laugh, too, clapping for her.

Your baby has too much energy for her own good -- something she definitely got from your wife.

Visiting the girls often

They always love to see both of you

Jennie makes food for her and spoils her with lazy days, Jisoo teaches her how to play video games and be more of a crackhead, and Rosé teaches her to paint and sing (and also speak with an Australian accent)

"Nœř"

They all have a secret handshake with her, different for each member

Which you think is absolutely adorable

They always take such good care of her

Always showing up for her school recitals and performances

When you pack your daughter's lunch, Lisa will usually sneak extra sweets into her bag, thinking you don't notice. You do, but you'd never tell her that. Seeing her think she's actually being sneaky is cute

Your Relationship With Lisa

Playful banter

She still makes time for you

Likes to be connected in some way as often as possible. Holding hands or pinkies, back hugs, kisses, gentle caresses, cuddling, etc. -- anything she can do to constantly remind you of her love.

You both always look forward to date nights

You drop your daughter off so the girls can watch her, or you call a sitter

Lisa takes you wherever you wanna go

Some past places: the park (to stargaze), the roller rink, fancy restaurants, art museums / galleries, couples dance classes (when you want to practice a new style and have an excuse to dance the night away together), or even just the couch

Sometimes both of you are too exhausted to go out, so you opt to stay in instead

Other times she wants to get all fancied up and see how gorgeous you look in your outfit of choice

She loves to show you off

"Damn, baby. How do you get hotter every time I see you?"

You look over at her with an incredulous expression, still clad in your oversized shirt with you hair pulled back.

"I haven't even gotten ready yet..."

"Still sexy," she coos, coming up behind you to give you a hug. You settle back into her arms, sighing softly when she trails soft kisses along your shoulder, towards your neck.

"I have to shower," you inform her, releasing the words gently. Part of you knows you'll be late for your reservation if you let her continue, but you can't find it in yourself to care. You've been aching for her touch lately, both of you caught up with the stressors of life. But she's here now, letting her hands roam to the places she knows they shouldn't be.

"Lis..."

"You know," she pecks the mark she just finished making on your neck, feeling satisfied as it darkens before her eyes, "I'm in need of a shower, too." Her fingertips flirt with the waistband of your panties, dipping underneath the material to caress your skin.

"Didn't you get in a couple hours ago?" You ask, furrowing your brows in genuine curiosity.

She laughs at that, letting her head fall against your shoulder as she stills her movements.

"Y/N, can't you just go along with it? Jeez, let me flirt with you."

Both of you chuckle together now, giggles mixing together as they fill the air of the room.

"Alright, alright. Go ahead."

"You look-- No, you know what? Let's just get in. I'll show you instead."

One of the best showers of your life ;)

You somehow managed to make it to your reservation on time

Lisa had to help you walk, though

Cause, ya know

Wöbbĺý łəğ§

Flirted like crazy at dinner

But was also very romantic

As a plane blinks by in the distance, merely a speck on its journey across the dusky sky, Lisa ponders on what her life would've been like, had she not met you. That lonely looking plane symbolizes what she'd probably be doing right now: flying somewhere for tour or brand deals. Every flash of its lights is like a call out to the universe, searching for something it doesn't yet have. It reminds her of how she felt before she met you -- like something was missing.

"I love you, Y/N/N, so much," she says out of the blue, looking over to you. "I'm lucky to call you mine." She says sincerely, gazing into your eyes with a big smile. You turn her into a lovesick, giddy teenager just by being yourself. One look from you is capable of sending her falling all over again.

Her fingers intertwine with your own, hands resting on the table.

"I'm so proud of us. There's no one I'd rather grow old with." You bring her wrist to your lips, kissing it tenderly. Her heart melts at the action, and she cups your cheek in her palm.

She takes you to the park after dinner, right back to the place you met

It leads to a big sentimental talk about when you fell for one another and realized you were in love

You take a bite of the froyo you got as desert on the way here, looking over to her as she begins explaining.

"I knew I did from that first moment we met. It was… not love at first sight exactly, but- familiarity. Like: oh, hello, it’s you. It’s going to be you."

She looks so sweet after she says it that you almost melt right then and there. You put the container down on the bench beside you before turning back to her. Curiosity shines in her doe eyes as she waits on your answer.

"Oddly enough, it was the same for me," you start, feeling your cheeks tug up into a smile as the memories come flooding back. "As soon as I made you laugh that first time -- when I saw your face light up after I told that stupid joke -- I knew it was you. I never knew what I was missing until I met you."

She cups your cheek, rubbing the pad of her thumb across it as tears begin to well up in her eyes. Years ago, when both of you happened to be in this very spot at the same time, you had no idea what life had in store for you. She had no idea that when she accidently bumped into a complete stranger, that that person would become her world.

She wouldn't feel complete without you, and neither would you without her. The life you've created has taken sacrifices and courage, but you know you'll always have one another no matter what. She makes the hard days bearable, and the good days unforgettable. She's your reason, just as you're hers.

"I love you--"

"I love you--"

Both of you say the phrase at the same time, laughing when you realize it. It's a sweet moment, plucked straight out of a romcom.

She leans forward after a few seconds to kiss your lips, reclaiming them for her own.

Holding hands as you walk through the city

Not wanting the night to end

You stop in a couple other thrift shops and take some pictures together before deciding to go home

You catch up on some movies / Netflix / trashy TV that you've been wanting to watch together, finally having enough time to do so

She holds you close, snuggling up against you and not letting you go

Fights

Of course, they're inevitable

Never fun

You both communicate well, though, so they don't happen too often

But when they do, they usually start over little things, your annoyance only heightened by the stress you're constantly under

It's tough on Lisa, being an idol on top of everything else, and it's tough on you to have to raise your daughter alone sometimes

You don't fight in front of her (your child), and you don't say things to attack each other's character. Sometimes you just get loud because you're frustrated and trying to get the other to understand things from your point of view

You usually take time to cool down and then come back together later, once you've had time to think and reflect

After putting your daughter to bed, Lisa comes to your shared bedroom.

"Y/N/N, baby, I'm sorry. Please open up, I need to see you." She says quietly, resting her forehead against the door. She's beyond disappointed in herself, baffled by the fact she could treat you in such a way.

You look over to it, weighing your options as you toy with your wedding ring out of habit. This was a particularly nasty fight, and you hated every second of it; the anger in her eyes broke your heart.

She hears shuffling from inside, and she stands up straight. When you open the door and lean against it, eyes red and cheeks puffy from crying, her heart sinks. It's not surprising that her words hurt you so much, but knowing that she caused you pain in any way is almost too much to bear.

She purses her lips as she gathers her thoughts, and you momentarily look down to the floor, scuffing your foot to busy yourself.

"I never should've said any of that to you. Work has just been stressing me out lately with the comeback and all, and I took it out on you. I was wrong," she says, fresh tears spilling out of her eyes. She quickly wipes them away, not wanting the moment to be about her. She knows if she breaks down in front of you right now, you'll be forgiving her in an instant and wrapping her in the embrace that she's been in dire need of all evening.

That's exactly why she doesn't give in; now isn't the time to be selfish. She sniffles, willing the tears away as she finds the words she wants to say to you. She has to make things right.

"You're everything I've ever wanted, and I treated you like that? I'm ashamed of myself, Y/N. I'm not asking you to forget about this; I just want you to know how sorry I am."

You let a shaky breath out as you look into her eyes, deciding on what to do. You can tell she's being genuine; her fear of losing you is real, and she's doing everything she can to prove how guilty she feels.

You drop your hand from the knob and step through the threshold of the door, wrapping your arms around her neck. The second you do, her tears finally begin spilling out again. Your hair tickles her nose as she nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck, securing her arms around your waist like her life depends on it. You cry together, letting out all of your stress and frustrations while muttering out strained apologies and I love yous.

"I forgive you, Lisa." She sobs a bit harder at that, and you feel her lip tremble. You stay like that until you both calm down, your sniffles fading to hitched breaths every now and then.

"Come on, let's go take a bath."

She decides to take over, wanting to make it up to you. She has you sit down and relax while she lights some candles and fills the tub with your favorite scents and oils

She comes back out into the bedroom to get you as the tub fills up

She carries you back to the bathroom, cradling you lovingly in her arms

You get in and cuddle, massaging the pain and tension away from each others shoulders

Very soft way to end such a stressful day

She reassures you that she'll be better for you and that she never wants to lose you or jeopardize what you have

You believe her, and to this day she's never been like that again

You still argue from time to time, but you both listen more and stop things before they can escalate

When All Is Said & Done

At the end of the day, Lisa always makes sure you know how happy you make her and how much she loves her life with the both of you

Even though things get hard sometimes, you wouldn't want to do it with anyone else

One day, when your daughter is away at school, Lisa and you are snuggled up on the couch, watching some TV

"Y/N/N?"

"Yes, my love?"

"Let's make another baby."