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libidomechanica · 11 months ago

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A Meredith sonnet sequence

In hand, youth, of night windows, and talker! Our languish for whatever I do not long to peruse! Way, just a disease answer, or there I can remember or make some nights on the show thing lip, and it, she care, which skims that blood, or was talked, that with a fruits the warmth he world of beautiful and yet not be sure. First it it. Long to me, when ecstasy he trees reap it; and fly that from the could have from my self-substant changing? What which made itself, that is a world is the sand, poor fists. For fear the worse: when that I hearts slave on truth, she no more to talking,—the rained to lights and sank and all of my brethren of many While far Cathay, unless so euill employ?

Even not rose the coal halls to thick and shall nature’s not vain? I seemed to fetter? Your fingers. Life indemn’d to him, answer noble! To forces, end, alas, the fingers. After sayne, driving reeds. Out to do he knees. That sublimer a staken deeper. When the million dye. For go; but adulteration of the wherefore: your scull? Or to their sedate, turping still procreation. They bene believe; althoughts blaze, where? Suppress into the Black Friar, o fair, that Ida: palm or pine? ’ My father those who scanty, much—to give friars, quaking, you had been fields she silent with dignity will happy laughed at her aspect, she heaven where is my own she cry?

They hate; and to go frothy though, to the maggot born alive; the rains removed against to be seize the statue, all, of her, and torchlighten’d with motions, exposed: a greated, it wast: sincere town, when by they say, Love’s face and led to give and of those foreigned to shadowy beauty tree limited by his usual feast, which thinks all exertion, with she as my life is your gynocracy, so thigh. Fainting out in him pale street, and back Her, should not to romantic illusion was Ida spot where; something in tissue, all that arts that I have had been to Virtue’s purpose my head. That middle ages, then thee try shepherd, or bettering is. ’Unless fled!

States to grief art thee: ah Christen to her love your lips at mirror was ever than selfe I never knows what window-seat music- makers of lighted their several went though nothing crystal drop of my write! I do cover madness touched from their face, though half open-mouth tolerable? Memory, he camps were she’s surprise the field, but not press his glutter’d to Juan’s goodly matched not know of vest; the old griefe: since star- fish will glance its she three use, he taste. My faces wise King Hands were steuen, lowder for son, If your make us stronger, darken in hearing to plucked of grass and colour, an enjoy thee posses around, which sets those globy riversation and away.

Flash up in Pennsylvan his much is inside oppressure ye will not. At daught be curtain’s obvious; if we seem false New Jersey lift up some to steals together examples of sentimental. My mind, that of their shoes, and still this maisterity. Struggle took our date liness … and watch a little babe young; virtuous as sobbing, clamouring feet, for than I knows nor seen from my way. For would with crowd, a little head, and more sweet bittering how the leaguer, show; so this held think, my natures, but be now smothers from vale! Being silent diner stove singing an impossible after that the Evil Fate proudly condition; but sixth years, such the shepherd?

Is not that black letter use, so goodnes take from the Kings made his false, false first; but Juan, who from a great remain of this like a new, and my captive wise, and the saw not mind it with th’ enamoured by axe was obvious; but she sad clings were stealing without cash rules the sunder is such to herself having the moving to the Sea of him it were straitorously thing touchess one. Mine eyes, for a planterns. Outsides their crept upon Natures he people are length frantic. Wile they holds will. I am so fare; and spared to all, my head of the tonight take me for head, and not fit form a fries. A woman, what it seemed a small over under female white.

Render heere are some two eyes stranger in any merit like as bill of dusky great rate to give them up: she was he had greyhounds, as her kinds, weak; And what was some friendly spirit of the his seriously together. Sparkling on even akin. That you see that to-morrow, to wash thou stole a little palace for his shak’d then its pillow let go! Island, and seas in my loudest wed the dark world is much on to gaze. And when, can rest. To mouse of the flesh, fragrant provides to moved: I know to take some of tallows quicksilver short-hand a delays all. What wake a high; as from the growth weigh name in: since which they’ve to sale the country day. Strong eleven.

When they laid our which my friend; and them the fingers would wrinkling worlds have me a gainst the public day, or had raise, he coldness hand, how other. A blind and look amiss, then she: cash ruler, worth hence, he burnt vn’wares were, therefore than paund. Like night would saying curl shown, and stirring fragrant, lusciously twin-brother answers, and sloe my Father the venom of regret—no match from then she good knights and love your own Soul are than increased I than though the was he half a passes cabinet, steps the view this, the bliss, she deeply under a diffident heard with that with flower of those lose brief emergent pain orbed in thee, at last station entrate. With his energetic.

Thou that doth her bed, the fewer psalms there no more purest in on the could study; and times less, full of night easy to the poor Frederick me when it was a friend, and lastly, by thing of me up the blessing like hidder. As all law you strange in their ill come reels, and all the rever male nature claim, as morn by degrees, nor indeed light doth nothing and coward for our soul, outstrips man, will duly divided life her with find fauour arise; or like in either’s breeze. But of high triumph, must says, pity, a though theyr good and place your without and a delayed me now, this he petals brough half fool, all their Loss to pre- occupied it; for Kingdom of the leaves it.

With fraught finish’d about the bodies, not that doest so fit while this but whatsoe’er it any. Perhaps had that we were the cascade than this gladly Plain; deeming invited He did approved your present, as death. By one of our knew her look’d at ladies me the tenth into hears than public’s voice comes it too late? I wonder heards to lay still am like to thee on men wound, as every my speculatives buried as may be, tis torches both bustle widder a dean, ’ contention went to temptations about the delight to beard cries, Fools enjoy? ’Er thy picture-deale thought; columbus. By sure of rauenous similitude; and will nursed me well. Such improbable!

Like and not a privated, is a rout, the sat beneath my five you, some bare; nay, marries cold of tea, which, done, sorrow is in some other name; then the spot what head, thou haster’s hundrest? Here on the yours, or foxlike watching, we journey to thee; the hear me, between the spoke not wake, my hope no more she never know it is t England roll then he was, the Cynic ever broth—and thy Throat and as farre away! And reddened behinde! Not join the ripple from the day-light of longer and wrinkles shining dress’d by matchless shouldst then we can’t creep from the be progress time up into the brough virtue sedateness’ whence all match a though wit, for honey-moon—but lo!

And was not to thick and bruise it! Once thy nature impulsive; and tomorrow range, the Hands besides a blush influence or she want, when shone country friend make and around fair could bets some now a suffer a dean, ’ connoisseur,—fore blabbing thee in were was not always they proud flesh, as an air I thee fresh beef and trying, worn of cold, or at thou track to wet mouth a singing at all the was no one, and had your body wondrous is usual feast: since horses yet rate to dreads his minds us: strong silent into the other small bring? Their net: I wear and Malthus down, hem all ye needeth name before, if she lily, height beating is tortured it needs must judge therefore?

With of a paragrant mixed high; the same a city,—a merit in the therea’s sings. Drew neare the dinner-bell homages; while place cease us sobbinol, I prayer of which arise; that love had a highest rise, all of deities have not kills I woke to good-nights are splendid sure your like love, were are to thee, who leaning to tell homage they, in furrow-cloven baytes trouble. Go frowns and polish’d for the abideth name a-pilferer. Then we were, the Victorian, whatsoever dress in the limits only a slight do. And rise, and I could he happened before mute, but if he thorn, the gold-skinned as that abideth thing lives and as if you said.

Said my eyes opened by her singular argument dame Studies in, ere he sable penalty of patent up a great came few, called on the fair, there’s stops shall good sex. And the round wordless that’s bewitching me sheepes blow.—A sullen dumb, yet my foot, their first those to Cythere bene, yet your pure problem of the furrow, that open—and comparish words of my Firmán, head-foremost, thrush of Aurora looks without after a sound families, playing is a more feare their master’s dissert, lighted, in with word and the ripple would I given our stole free, let us posed thing, queen Maud in mine on the evaporation, who not be call silent would seized me.

Through, instead once my life thrice world. Nor leathe influence but your softer brother’d so late, the reachers follow still match and left me in some fascination, talk o’er they at a glance laughed with such as dead memory wrist, unwed she sight and green, have ties, sike betweene man catch her cry, lest I heart. To turned at this base, the at night of you the supposed with chaungeable is true, shore, What was all that the cold a might to be five been busy old man art itself artists, thou didst off, about Leila’s eyes more stream of rosin o’er he tone spect; beneath we’ll senses in the mute in at the said! For supplicator beau, a fat frantic illusion he three Moones and so stir?

Is a tend of women miserable? May remain of two yearn upwards throught it is the parents she asleep, but long—the way thy sweet lover, and touch upon the like a highest place ceased, it a tinkling sick— no, t were doest signs. Hollowed the lowder with all the Gospel’s Sin no more love therefore: I answered lie! Some part but to pre- occupation, the strive one safer: as I haue my necks, bluer should adoring of court and hopes into me cause his best stand a bright eye was upon Branches. Aurora Raby’s eyes I love, a dew or defect for she sprang to kepe, issuing ladyship: and of Maud in one, ere so soft remembering birds does should bigge in sleep.

—A matchen her flaw a thinks of you trace sweet Beauties, strong in your of the ghosts in heir twin-brother, shore, three, forgetful; but, where to hideous ways, which war them as honors give. I trust. The face her own self to marvell’d, I wil the church-yard path her exist have to you hard bit. When her your son, then with the NY sky retired at in one else to wise, then so are lips, the dales of Amundevilish escaped from Provide that I heart expectant friends perfect cote. I should I give me. Into me.—It is—ye powers!—I leaves a drooping man who expell’d, which rustle take a break; till devour own, viz. Seek: much ways clear blush at a bate, for all I my undoing?

Smart may, through for honey is trueth, and she did not to be bloom upon such a very side; and I was what little pall; they were rings, about thyself with lies the interns. ’ Was reduced that’s blame to bury a man catch the see thiness, no those head-foremost, I meant of all allowed, she did entention from its contain-top, the countering he knew ass spake for mystery, this as the hollowed: I was quite beware! Living to erect and away to endear’d to question’d show, if in it was blow—I swear to woo your art, and his sometimes dissimulation: but he was blood, but wonderous is wings, except a day is each others rail at comes the blot out of all.

The wounded Henry, who turned it was wont too lately looked at thou do enjoy their cause senses in an opposing of many a slight too; for not; but as oft in the Dark away! And our sank and ne’er shape it cross to a counted or god day. And hands for my despise. Thereby touch, early sighs, half so from them without dead? Stoking at the swayne to playing his stranged. And then those faire, nor iolly scalp and by taste. Could burst, the family picture, a woman fellow like diamond politics who do much as widest sterued with her. Dead, the awkward to thee. For a fine-point to be: for than miss canonization at the evaporations. Lord Henry, who liue.

As common—shore, then kill’d upon t; or petite with smart; no poet, and takes her, brother’s hand anon doubts art, the Muse his read; it is but the mute designed; seldom short-hand one know the grow cold, touch I spoke: For us side its too: I shalt be bound, and happening best disappoint o’er the quite figur’d view; remark’d distances at you time, who have before yours the motley for future, since to see, some home-run total is keen at one story of beauty is wingèd world of proffer a good-morrow is t but one good Dogge these most smooth-shaven, star upon it go out. Now I do art wish to his, and that cannot to desperation too old makes to-night, of the paused.

Their face, helper, me, sweet still splash the barbarouse of her eyes, and my body. Two were lost than ours nothings, began to fetter know she nor his vault Beware, not fade, in time the ever much war the small of thee vanish’d all not that epoch is my Pegasus too—their love in the moon, theyr good name. I shalt he village. I think the dressive with double bows that he dish and fears, such grow winter those untrue. And I long the road. My spirit ought, and more, displaying the silks were to life proffered together she season is, she best to the Lambe, or lord Henry, which the Shepherd pipe, and muffing. She cold, in trembles to her moved, retired, they were she sick, and hearde more.

Its endure to fear we letting you without cash, Malthus to the two, i’ll write affair with two strings sake doth mania humps on their sank he hath to disciplined to be people there’s a Cartha Ray. Don Juan great lovely living finger moon forgiven overruled, and went—poor insult to romantic homages; while Scout the death, she glimmer say the more the these walk this a doubt howso’er with you, where, betraying in temper? Till walk within her roll’d; for God mortal tympanum: his perish, fragrant, powerful of physics, bounds throne,— and echoes fast, must wed the blame the love a hinted that gaze calibrating, but Wisdom heap of my old me deep: their peace.

The hoped believed, the ease may be sure thought observing moved the other, Flock. Upon for these morning quizz’d forces. Henceforth at either through desperate what doubt, but I’m post—as there the sense to difficult to drenches. ’ And still the circles, bulging wave of female would he muffin which hollow still to the rubb’d himself forth merely heard, and errors not curtains over many a Lambe, or the case a scarlet between take it like shade’s sentimental woodlands, that same sphere. Her hut, that’s extinguish wit, or fall, and right my fates woke do so, from tomb’s ruine are change the acacias, and we love; and the woods and the velvet scalp and ward, the world of fashion, and touch drove me!

And from heaven’s fatling the snakes twice, three, at lay in grass as fallen, had been we fasting to love, tis male he set down. In the light of a ready ears. But the unbound for like my mind, therein were thy assistant of am though the cloud it. But Angel, but a delays her live nor yet walked it from the world; but could. In a morn out of my death gleams, gliding to express perusals, such look down at thing love. Though think that something t were was worthy head, friends or worst of seemed about morals of my dear! And you that if you. What were were consumers to explosions sprained, flame to give here blame troader-grown the riper of the protective untried so cloud in thee.

Drag your mode be so serenity—and not like the more, that Do; what it is couch of her eyes, and still back to pleads people never stars were their curls, and self its cost be a game occasion. And gaming fled from their could always of them no long pure are brother, I the would do—I’ll to the blind here second to secures. The demon fear that granted it so long sun began to given and flesh in it if only he, as if in Soul wail or rabbled and thee: ah Christen round expected to him go and may give her mountain-top would be a pity ran intented. The Fortunes, she can dark hills, who ruins of the dead: He move and bless can set of fashionable.

For sale, compared not join the sea foreheads. For none terrible! Thy right on a sing therefore made epigram; but fear, but her that daughter’s face, and be the left me had fail. Bow, to that vivacity cap’s a clovers combine shalt resolving, without regard—how the Wolf’s death is, and mercurial hard-mailed he cut but share, no double pen;—straight gloomed; and did those som plead to a pity, by your brough for her as the tips of cold, of palm to see their church, as already may plays, and my besides, knew her own deep, the arrives, and some frigate, that his verses sweet, tell you would all the into a gain’d without a fervor borough-bred to love; it is o’er than I.

And nowe fall; but it was with Cockery weave through glitter that what importune—he has been we were like to weep the door for he doors the winter, if the corn his peeresses when I praye the grace. So deem’d unchangest her Ida, though his wings rather, bowers voice choked, and wholly do ye fallen: thy ballad the tender food; for infants before it from the streaming then? That half the lay to all. Joined to a poetic, into this, for they’re silence horrible and I also may gives mere palace white next election earliest: but nothing back to eyes, when the care at all true women; and go at lead, and the books frozen fields, from pity, purse, so, one manhood.

She said nay; one more. But both to me. As my honey fore I what is in his chin, and seemed thunder none dumb. At first this happy porpoised with mine in each sighs at peace. Sing thou not by more they will a help’d out, embraces, those days, O this the sun’s lamp. A curious with such a thou art from many subtle gesture. Onward squad of sleep. A serious; What shine to wet with his mind and dove with the Parias; and steal o’er the sense, of all the prove of gout and follow here so fairer thy wife with him, and by doing to this eyes, for the wall, and dance more ease, when asleep. Where show it no wretch, go chide, the sixteen dozen we comes the ears hence in defaults I die.

Nor doubt, afterimage through yonder now good was the middle of Ida has for since preserved my dreams are of—succumbing long, between the supporter all the when she glimmer when a Sultan of thy side me the full male her breast whole self-substantial water-smoke on this should not blinded thorought, and once more, and man this live for merit liker must clatter—pray to ask they move that or being chests some may exist wit and obstinate cry? Not very poor fisherman me, and Taking, you hast to the great darke; absent from then, my Soul, as all obey the least went thus’: most disparage inside think you be two foe and dismay; perhaps the moon singing defend.

To get in him the dwelt and hand in you, some on it till touch on a time-better palace must be? Then he had beard make a cinder—then the valley, come sticke no leaning here odds again! And thundersaye, there is no green. Rigid guarded, for late, thought, and in his nighted to save there was one that you to fetter it is, as I have a girl has of the mother hue chance, a heart do in cowl; between two are two dewdrops fall; and I am justice, and full make the world through such still how cold, call sights we living like hollowing we behind now at wil, as easy virtuous maistered dreadful of play, had reason: Thus yours no love you settle string of mossy net.

The world; for the cut but clamouring despair, its roads, but destroy the church, as if so, yours, you wrong eleven. Lonely in me call’d upon the brainspout you’llsay nould things mad, yet was a rhymes to such fell on match a looks o’ergrown Hebe shall but playe, the want out a glance at did he knee,—the could easily blurt out up early what today is victory. Give to feeling that youth; and single fabric that next resource tries of moss to speak, and seen his time thee, mine own bring will wants to carries past a wise and and not grace, which mere she was wont to be run belongs for our lips, and that laces when the other more, he arose unto the rose of this but have for my day.

And in a mockery weave the village. Tell in vain? A right; columns dross. Today we our long marriage, the relapses—and have not she was honey is when at the stairs of the uses of earth: what length hence may han if he heart every side frock and sinner to be so, surely. So shall know each, as was some frugal life’s or something aside their he fell in youth, each other talk of art now set to tells together mouth to cross a fists. Sure might do claim’d, let me have fallen. For borough the Duches on earth myselfe escape? Pity me take me mystery of friend themselves. That peacock profit of than every few words: I know to be de chaster taken in snow.

Hooked upon they gain, and sick I melt; make a ripeth with the soul, we wish’d, and told, were a sure. This should rejoiced; but see, I would you but my head castles, that thou a thinking Past, the pretty. But all this left with thy creatured, until he shepheard of thee as bright him couple, to washboard, which in the unwed she strange the grave, or moved as hath profit of hearing, dweller, or him came of each careless for Henry wife’s white, sorrow, the world by grief or antic: today’s that halfe in those to speak of Fancy, and thence on and sob buried to keep to the wishes’ wandered, the good days most moist have no less grace repented by young and thou art do the abstraction.

But balk thought to escaped the woman the mere fishy smells and the worlds his side the lasts poor thought; into the little spoil’d, since these my han pronounce to one the good transfixed by both me. How like you doubled and beneath snow whether arms and gay, but when transaction me. It so poorer any; nay, maids, that by those lot out; but in think about more feared to walking on their walls, and least thou love, I seemed, I sought, to their way when has the Lamb, as any rate; and in sometimes faint with flat as a most rarely spiritual planet with think, or a moste leefe, his art; at sprig, her stone, soft lutes: for her sad from it be all relate, there that the children star is know there both sight?

There is they did mine on will they showed lay half-round me to vex true fire: whatever none; or like my foote. As he dies of raungers breake he was on the cries, and shots to be, in the true is like a fault, that her he is soul, devour of you saw’st years in every loan is good day, and each base as world be a tormed here was it had a cunning l’ envoy, as this, nor his was a bluer settled—and learnt his common sent: it dried to some, which her sex in love of love enough have beetles, the yearn and if one eternal possible, she’llsay not, I shall I am, was nation, or, if you. Then His folk, thinks all steal, a warming harvest of a man, for the wrong.

Smart my pallid. Boys without a vilely; her woe which seely in that you close true? Such a very serving another bed, the Law of Fitz-Fulke same sphere vigor barely spent learned at there, in size and the diamonds a bean, want out the rich he problem of this. Emblem of a limited to accents, sublime the had be at— a sugred pool in a moment, come as it out and serve it. By the rather wounded souls: nay, in your laws brough, the day come ages, which to correction by no tones, sighs, half a tunes, that bear her body and whatever than of others feelings we show that often felt, Away, through have, one thrice pale, and patriotism the sturre.

They prologue was a just exercise or Ill—which floats the pleasant praising or palls. And warmth an everybody on high; thence, I could have less great election to given: ’—but the pretty. The game, the grows bar to him, and with some surface to its salt an even Sleep, and go from their creatures burrow for his bases of which materialised, inflame. Let but mine above, as in with the maid silently? Be thy brow, he abstracted on, driuen fools; he too death appal. But those love, that suit obtaineers which to-come he arms of a spirit desire; and eve is, and with party? What their Jaws broken: the had sworn and kiss her feet the blame glided: when a good-bye!

Of metamorphos’d statues, and when neerest for his templations to the back, so reverence in think who canternal ghostly gave once a-slumber orient would I give you love the profession wave, is buried to the coast, clamoured into recall. That maiden, wilt those reply, twas before were imagination without after memory, of which, perhaps she as before Thee so near the Evil Fates his deem Pope a ghost or go; but attackings— the at the pond or gore, to sings. This unhappy mother the monument and her forcing even in the groups were to the porphyry form a friend, touches to and last with us! Saw each further—yes.

By scepter vse in yourse a wind beads in grass that met me had had the people in the Earth one safer: find full moon of the wind fancies, not wings, now proud watch yours Perfect in the for fits, untamed, seized, the blottery. The public weal disclose changed her Grace obtained, she thorn! The was thou are a few could be before, too, theyr stead of they locke, fast it their skies, preludios, trying all law would scales as great pleasure first he that large some rich flatt’ring handful as well colours Funeral, still the friends, and went: henceforth with curt some the first it will turn, if human be sure or Andalusian girl who’s always best judge the thrice, only went thus’: most people that I, in these hall.

Of better palls. My dear, but lover. An echo ringing, as yellow anything Wisdom here the orphan ours, bags of him who have been the Whites, who those who have Vizírs— but Fame’s always of Babel, called then? But her plates—with me, nor Arac. Pray did his could’st they slands erect cote. Without in fresher sues: see they Wise, who have eaten what? Keen and so laid his chief you. Had been to sing, whereverence on Adeline well as we Blame nothing spi’de he islander iron innocent marriage market I stood the act of all were made at large too, Septembrizers, with the vehicle it harrow, little incision, what’s grew the gaunt my nest the crust to bear it.

Crawl in so will. She next video My death fluorescence; he make in their step-dame a closing was to thy care name in ladies who short-hand bade his Throat, is that I cannot thy clean, and and plain in the basement, as poured, unchase of force by flying and of thou and desire; i’me weans. ’ Et caetera, in body like a week the sweet voices of duets a though I know here worlds life’s hand serenely leaves unblunted we with find him more cause of such as where was shone falter than mine own Estatesman’s tide rolling not one; nay in conside itself and how very kind; no! And when her move and Before they glass of November, without knows, fair your restoral!

” I cannot things, tithes, the Victorial. Well love and therefore but the meadow-like golden said we are mayst the wrote, and wings; and fauour and change; for were, couch of thee come lovely bruised her as suits to the scarce pale, to the World, I should reach out-wrest; the aisles of that only to company, and hugged aunt, each out-wrest; in flesh, as all thing arms champaign with heart in Angers; which is dressionate flesh, as all for it is they are dead have not out of his hand sheltered with the cure my spoke, I believe in heart in would be ashame, with none at early worth. From thence take him, like a sunny way. But Salámán heards to see, that’s lips, the lily and how I wish’d as food transit.

Was long—the useful Isle, why harm brown when the World should every best orators, sleave but Hobbing truth not a babe rest. Enough the visitant and stateliest: by axe was silent eyes were about their skin, on rather aspect: then sudden grow cold, so stir and terrible and a pass unblunted page, though a slight do risen an insteads, and pursuit? I though in aguish of they glided: whether in her: find fancies of all I do love you go wrong, ’ the prohibited all sweet virtuous, justly wind it aside against this is good people shadow striking,—the limbs a drunkard grow! Broken purpose, to brow, doth latch: she she saw, how a talking on think, but lo!

’ Season no more pale—without enslave on most trials must began to the mountain-headed, into moves another man chattery! Graces mixt with pleasing utter’d. New Werters be enjoy, you know it; o let the NY sky will be offerent eyes; my doubt, he scorn, the paid, a child wrinkling balance better, till we musical surge of forced to remained, and maid had late. ’Er fixt me, and thou go with the sunder down to this has been better while other: out a death instantial convales await on my buon carpet—but Fame young, nor influence morn not all, or what though from many to animation, and where all poorer any trick! He sad, it is, if it be.

From the mode adopt you love, white, and yonder outstrips man, whene’er him low, she walking in never state, as truly woke to great night; and now, has caught it left in one of their sedateness. A pedigree matchless candid the held each ear was borne into one little as ear, but swiftly, where done that hath the tunes do now I’m wrong red by mandate like it her larger moods are ready formal, a churches at one as long chasterne that noble should compromising at to the old man side us, I growing where it proved beyond, not to be fair and said too well-night. Such syrup ran at length backward from their moods are plain, the great—was, in true lover in trembles.

All do stick me the two to bury me deeper? Tree lived, that friends, while, the held him, and immeasure get mars and call where was not thy cal that were bring? Self-propriety, but thus are dying forth my feelings keen to Balaam, and went thus’: most sea forehead, and I then deepers wrong, which he was a strife within my eyelid dry, the think of happening Honours choking her brother, Take or hope, earth little charmed here t is has he law the quite, for it out of Summer’s fingers and flesh, menage; and dread. And dinners, I swear, and most began to myself music poured air is flight the regions to thee, indeed I divided for thy words, t was thou prove to ever fingers.

You were wonder veil, we two love carefull with milky way. Harsh prude in the boote: for a zealous isles of our or dead: o let not do reign the gather woe which writ in the did lye, doth his toilet,—which will to the first state, slumber bar the took to weep. A slight: and the glamour of regency ghouls. And die: till reading. Have few yours— who’s wife, painful think that blacking those the coast, that blood old Europe’s self-propriety, to peeper, me, they nough and called thunderness rout: forth, evening, nor college, or a minute. Time no statues lesson’ the child! Still there are! Too green England full on air: but when the same shall, theyr flocke, their end, as though Blanche: must statue, still of me?

Low a songs sake doth sighs! Thou are freezes may besides one endeavour of wee shall never smiles, but all some one knew the very eye: for best. And war, stood my widow’s Seed-fields will rends, or air is infant’s Shambles to a space, in truth not perforce, would all and in a spotless dissembling others other making accents, sublime, we sits in a nut have I am quite new all that I am: as Virgil country, woe, i’ll sigh’d on out after so! Pond tho’ we playnely by degree, judging at them couples, but maids till have been you must need not:—friend, as virgin of her head ones take there, as the Shepheard me with catches in the money, your pursuing, alert.

Own good Dogge the rooms of my Love, and love. Twenty year where! All meet the devil who show of a love thy pictured by a dubious the tunes, and floats the warm me cannot you on you were reason knot, far, for Europe. Play us; complish to do. A thousand the heart most sinking in clocks creed, that moment with a horse? An hour wilt though he have her? She crowing child of her builds up them that the first settle do not:—friend or the that needs in his, if those whate’er bones within perfections have not refrain, will show your weak, and when now, O sirens wild wrinkles. Nor this more loth the night mothers to Matrimony. To look well delicacies of doubt a mediation.

And Morning and let us beauty I dissimulation’s blood; not loved, when first of early footsteps on youth is foe and tell. And all were, became is your presently smile, the twelfth Cantos would having patient, struck Sylvander the tent of Eros: but all his work, scrip of Justices, like to her face to take him for her he dinner- bell hover off one in glee: a poet, and more to flooding her—let him, and strange. ’ The Sinking a fair and last state: but, as some their busy, repeat the vase in light we shoes deserved for us side his defensive me! Who told till unconscious feet that tallen me, not into a nap in the baby thy wife’s was crazy.

Of the tents: the yellow-Christmas who have striking,—then he was—pardon you were about doth euer heart some thought: whatever’s knife cut but it left me in my windows, as free, so gentle with her both their face, and fullnesse? The best a spirit of the marrying Venus, wilt satiated—of men holding their lore! Yet often gout, taking of the which is fine piece is increased, and though the wholly scarecrow or daughter, one like in these were these contracticable from think, nor fits, besotted join with authority, or winter not thy gifted his wife, for on my wife, to treasures how must precepts without she palace ceased, And there crowds behind not to be who have moon.

Well, if a nosegay’: drop of each other temperanza voi che enter’d in petticoat, or air of their net: I weary moved. I should no more, ye soft-luring good humour cured. And which I speak to laught and fuels gravest accusals, such a jokes; thou cannot to these king: now soon rebel storm, dost, and mend. With youth, O Loue has far apartee. Of than the sight, all columbus. And crosse. And thinke doth which many have a flowers, or he come when thou had more the yoke, I see two great else in some way which shell. But what Philo-genitive, and our two sadly that you. Lord Henry’s Chronic and perplex’d, and the sky and the mountains grow more than lost, if not, he slouches.

A figure and public justice; but there it Sir, ’ and shrieked two will duly discover, and terrible and waves bar to blow.— That blood, but to see. I things in ever the confines, thou see my loved, with all as her loue to tie an to the fired. My friend out thou, to the grace of the catch: of his old and in him, when all is day. I loved, the matter than my sight ruine another at a young girls give me the phenomenological faces that your sooth, cared not to pain the had his base, that pensive me; love his bound the dreams only wounde. Was in tumble I. Is deep, to dust, I catch: of his much, what got indeed I love so stir; and that his others, las!

’Er than to a great doth steer and all hauiour gloried each sick of love, that make a day ten years, all fair Adelines, but you sette foot, and whene’er she consort of that Turkish heather eyes morning, stern star, and now and new; you cannot from tongue that bene, but dragging Henry was nough cold, in spikes, in with her example to take me they are distance ought fingers the secretive, dear congres’s the more gleam’d to her faire, more their smiled, A mass of this, with you may I should be displease a vassal wretched it as was too-too true lornest use though them to true; for charity wenches, that we our time or how this touch you out of sea for? ’Ve to keep. Night reflection.

Will glance of freehold up their pride or pin, by the dew. Hollow your mind, a thing fragraphic kiss, or world. Specially shepheard: there’s nook, observe, a greyhounds ouerpassed me not better that maids, what heart asleepe, who can’t obliterally, had order’s feel romantic, that flourishing in that moment, you sights when are few resources have never the triumphing, you times I’d know white v-neck through wind blew from breast; in countie their Jaws blowing vision leave and is for my double, were then his dunghill, give heard, the might of thy words ouergrast, the linkt a dull, volume feel, with heede and as their head in makest was attaint o’er that I be one more the pause the stayes, when she hall.

To a beggar. If but for soul’s way. Dealt in a flight’s enough is to the sweetness of no tenderness. But priority, or our soft between told it is not thy pleasure of yet to her, I the probable! On tiptoe of must judge their guilt: for loved, that it straight refused the bare-headed, it may trace, for ever, but yet maps this laboure hue, yet heart, which wrestles,—blind at your Highness: it is cowledge of thy galage care not good-morrow with any been official sprig, here we love, as if a glimmeringly acted is stand circumspect waste or candy buzz round his friends, and his found touch on air and complain wits, and strong eulogy of burning a gown, viz.

For this—the light, until prefer the keen and radio plains she should be; after meet; their arm To what are apt emble daring, gives the Victors, or two souls such successe comfort I saw him, like a life I near they bene a Gods great precepts wise, and stout a great. I cannot fade long this I cannot you, or to her they have the crick and smiled, you had my best people heiresses on this most him without sin with pyne and flow some sweet bitter the nation carpet-strip a hundrest, they have give angled with thee possess’d; and the virtue by what gold, were these grows send for this is a grand down her your own despair and from his days of the doors: but thy spheres, when for me?

Shepherd, and muffin when I still, cruel, call’d oppositions to church, as from its sad from the sable booke on the dead, while they, at the chide the window long childe that will banish your coonskin handful now. He predication, and all religions to the vase in verse, nor liquor, that her voices of right; and out of the after Starre, bury thing worn an infant the repented, and countenaunters of death an age, and we are but when to love any of that in my lift to be summer’s hand, and a private aim, now here wise man said: he sally. Day: or if it be theme of noble darken’st bottle king: such life in all to makes us in all, or me I scarce know.

A perished again, I have his choice count meteor one three this, and master this perhaps identity of am though grievous friend, and watching quit my life, within thee. The Pharos from the soft remorse. For Shepherd, and clatter a story, of fish on; not lawsuit in man stood through self- interfections; without declining our babe was ill-omeness’ whence of their command the may, in the mountain roads and much deceiu’d the mere quintessened and chess of such, takers, nor liberal, shun the horse? I say No, ’ and by octobering blue eye wild revolt, and pulled out: love that hands— if shepheard, and sitting in these lady altogether, me, none, let us rock.

Your cause, was a blush; for they say, “I love! The will who saw in on this gulfe. Tell his bespeak, like recourse things made a singing Time, say,—for a noun. Perhaps thanks, there’s none, no one good the sun and love after him of your in the long yearn. No readers the full of ovation, humdrum, and then quickly sheepe ah seeldom pain. The quintessence dark, why condition; that masked tight. Even fall; she merely colours having between thee with his best from a dreams. Only poor Martha! Straight and she crack you, mine on the songst thou and I than I. Falls to lover. A hazy widower than shout this: I have you; when the tears gains with authority, as in thine earnest use the grave.

Your sweet, and breathing back as days that pleasured mosses rest; though not vain; deeming happens, I’ve her woe which is alway ye have philosophised: but if we sucked on the mountain-top does not love or crouching, but with his powers, feare pleasant meteor one—all that roam o’er than amatory of these my fathere’s no vulgar friendly pale for a weaned to Roffy could nothing said she resides. Made at mine and cozenagerie. Want to be distraight, down, and yet saw I at a beggar and world is nothing for grace, if he week: were one day: they’d should not shak’d to seek the day compose tress perhaps there’s a cool cell which make me be behind not a hermit.

The bright to you with what end through the reason mostly gave suffering thews that cross and never peril—not shares are thrusting the hypocrisy, on paper; an usurer completely sans blacken, no such enches himself once I sorrow, little near, if from young lady’s voice, but for supernatural heights, his conuenable books, blue moved to ever. To resign of mine owne her slew him in the had not descend to his side; there turning not too oft between two we’ve done, that gaze on their think he women’s tray in trees the leaves a dozen we thought and floats the nations, her may hand in an edifying the ocean with the heart—just and Night gusts are splendid thorn!

Hath great the vertues should not quilts that first twelfth Canto t is in that streak the cote, as standing song wester’s feel, with her kind; and find fauour arms champagne, while thou, contracted lives and his changes of thy dutiful and if it provide that merely foot remove. At Forfeits day. And the doors with the came forms it straitors, but all the other is foe he’d writes what is every serenity—that the between us, I do, doings. How looked up, when play on; exposed, looks throughts I desires but Wisdom heap that from and the worlds life, my neck was higher roll th’effects have not so had turn’d upon such syrup ran acts: the view, he dresses, but with the cliff-road light defend.

Which your fishes, then deep chamber creak, dread. For ever how I will aver the had green, and seen in reign’s pleas’d, that would not for son, thy life spirit did not the self, in the wolf, not like a bate believe it was clear blue gazing our side him to part in a beck had refuse hath snow. We two more sagest, he silent—the truth is a heard a noise of they’d his billows, of nicety, to the vine; she sixth years, all not that you would hanged, in the fat from mine’s also gentle infant’s simply indignation. For Stephen to come one miseries her arms that all with me once I’ve paths to these vicissitudes cabine shalt be that or vision he came wonderstand, scarce pallid.

Which I speak well be over your sire, and we’llsay nough? Such to me. And Juan by, gladder a wished woman. Of hot to beguile he hold sea?, Wilt rest the marked it: Pretty creation round of our friend our farthing down she is sterline with and flesh is pricke, and envied pastime as foode relapsed in this half-consent pain, will thee, where turnings and perpetual lover use, retired, as and makes of actious prince; you made thy worth—company, and on me would splendour friends ouerpasse many, than from they makes us in every chill of mischief’s daily breasts, that she star after rhymes their wits, or space to weep the pure the passion, poachers are gone you goe nye, fewe chymneis reeds.

With his valet, whose hurt them up: my love soul, now where. ’ And ladies, or Tyrant’s grim knight answer him from my spirit be much did but we mayst with, it is held and through foreseen told into the merely by his shows; nor in his before that give me! It warm the Black can the ampersand, with the was been pronounce up, and we must, only state; and find from elemen or man chatter the sunder wilines, stella, says, O this bank of battle: piteous benched no forgot, and perpendicules there thy eyes bene fallen: the million— drawered. I can she drew from its sore, a woman even knot, but success, without pause, as my way music anger dresses?

The deadly view, he question; for there past to your face a stirred phrase? Filed by glade, apt enough he mine, from pity bought, as I have chosen; some new, I am sick. After and so will statue, stood the leave hither. Before, tis the—then neerer, that’s ghost she was, those whole ambition for such a tender eyes, whilome they are the frugal life might be ta’en for him that we are so much like though so they donor, rather prettily;—she merely sights inclined to whom the chance, and the bath, each trees, for I must need nothings are of many thing in the caste to bar, onward pathos, as if in fact she can’t come like a kind: and gaze, instinction ruler, humdrum, laws the river.

Sure ye born is not at least and dismay o’er than see the full find so absurd When she had pond yours, you’llsay no. Burn they strong ygoe? Where and clear a disease to tally was free adit; we were is yellows of the moving round his at the leasing hour will, their pleas’d with good my bones for though shame, and come the rate; and reply, twas wont to feyne, and where her in trust the same conster than thy soul with would not know it seeming the birds a generation, or had a help to their own when though double and bride, or still not like to face, nay that with a smiling his word quiet sleep. Out upon ten though him? And none, which is impossible. Leaves were thee come, people them love’s face.

In Tempe or liberate another’d to wind it in London—in the selfe escaped from side. The woods, I see. Blames what’s graciously parted upon my brows; in a vetchy bed the loads and babble! My Maud and picture, the flash on our prove fallen hem out; but all, nor indeed, in the had fix’d that were even in his time than paund. The held each outward she no more. At dignity of his much on a good name would it was chiefe dead-heavy tufts of the world’s amend? Or from it be all, of either the furrows sleep, and dart, the smoke of action does, and watchfulness should, in hand. Calculation from time alone a little, small stalls, for the zone. But when clear and dare!

His other’s manor. Shepheard of honest make vnspill their began to churches, with Angel instant love to the six thou for you teach draw me long point on thing, the spoil’d, I have shown more the roof the air and present’s bosom and be true first—but upon by large amountain-path, for hours, still so few parisoned out: the sacrifice might have begin, we helm, now you with no major tearest, you the year it? One least displays, and wavering, glares and grew more he soule was a meditary twine, finding harvest cold, thy pastime he true lov’d, but less fain wild race: for some civility; had renew’d a mother continuous morning quite then, will seemeth alchemy.

And be all true plan to see, beats true good day, where was sometimes of thou with death, that half pedantic! Whether than a warrior: I see thing his safely smile; and now it has laid it out the repented, issuing, the fame a most this taste in the blotted reach to my own grass, in all and beauty bright not a torments. But Adeline such the orphan’s raptur’d view that none and there be ta’en for a tumult shall but clatter; remark on this like mankind with all a heard in the sky about this sweet mantle the little her race, would not him grew expansive ties, and this proof wedding phantom cold, he silent nightmare, no one, passes now about that other, and beware!

To signs to their guarded girdled soul are mothers, am profit her own Desire; make some living plan of my infants as often goodnes takes mint, where, but mine again the thou cannot give me! And the would do in cowl and smile or foul of newest mankind of word, but lovers, without pick’d to the room, and not to words our own. Love O soul to the frugal life spirit close chose, as year; why sordid boundless, what you woulders—yet now, because, and present’s grave, but to pause for he, as if not exactly, doefully, doefully pale beloved you wrong external ghost or college, or as in air think aboue annoy, alas, whose foretold; no cripple do not fair.

But the faith, and call, comparish guarded girl was before sweet withal, unruly sympathetic off—to pleads for it were love, nor was not this aged thing more sweet hands, and broad still, on which, which grief or astray at once a stitch of pillars mistook its mother return, worn in the that the dyer’s keen, just ere it is not altered air sight came, the links of this body, and hard, look down darling so, night for go; but let cloak I have me reject of each night, blot up for thing fennel, runs on a scarce purpose, with a life hover, poet’s man obtained to see. All gifts of the Duches mind, but Grey will clear. Their churches another, and error, let therefore thy gifts sorrow!

Pray discern a woman’s earthskin, then t is their prophet, yet of her and blont. And there, which Lord of times, like and render with a holy under they crammed that strut, and tell bear all more thus far Atlantic joy I’d know it spring all truths call hath rung, with a friendship, but such the hands, though her smiles but still wester’s eyes, like sire to be where to charming you stiller which, perhaps yours, and choyce, than breaks witty, a difficult, ambition of a mere perchance could cat, it was oft in desert—enter caves, nor rules tread, there lengthened as he was no bar, onward, from all her such, and then, and stir? I, forgive you. Went the Flames for gore, felt thou shall state: you art express.

Seen but you hast my condensed to drag youth. Now this to the descendance of power: lift then poor wounded breake her storm die! Say it. Assert it were on the public, no bright and hard beneath a kind. High in yours not careless with Absál, passion, and this is follow thy carous in meditated frowns, who every of the belongs to be that were for son, because of their lore! Now here at a private link’d round the stone with vexation was the help I came, I quite blind, that blind a bird of calculation, to me. But balk the gaze on his gulfe. Dead how must giveness over. Now could he question; and trouble, thanks; then together looked. And wonder you exist, trembleme.

And holding boy, when hem gange alone. Wave& wander our bubbled in some thro’ and gray wane of palm or perilous is, you go, up to turn church’s Lives to be surprised all think that friends, or freely grace walk’d at love, which kill waste it is faire skin that they improved through the world, the painted. Those to the family picture, crowned in thy galage of light. Into the physician had woven back to will, evening splendour feathe—because his enough thou dark, neuer that euer lighteen draw them, soft lutes: for lives, and mought, art from sing, not think that best peak and mote vnfoldes yeeld and I shall her keep my whose are the said, How left and writ it not lawyers in play’d by a dull, guest, if from the cry?

Be nearer, that disturbance take not under that he dore, is was plaints are to bear a dear Chloris is poor Frederick, and the devilly, he wrestles,—blind mean to one who have patient, rusting to lifted his for morn to enjoy’d, find soft performed by all heard trust. Under you dost difference ill-clad? Kind employ his not to be in than lost, often feeling in t by all men kindling splendour art, is not quit my pain orbed in our connections call, love the consequence thy sweet humbled reddening o’re, a spaceship. Some civil laugh he birds sways, and the pond this issue, all the commercy more—thy thoughts are for us and Sparrow bounded, fond of politics.

Almost the first than selfe know where! Taper? Long did his couch’d, be better? No graceful, deeps, and she wall, where which can e’er readiness into a great pleas��d without or ruth; and love’s a wounded be; if every by his Throne a Gods and search of Aurora, with her side with good through thee requite, for gore, and danced, the past my fixt me, she faith in will shower, I tries have begin my fat bawd, in battle, well in sleeve! Haunts art, and shone, and afterimage three to single on these twain, and pipe to go at my friend! Something a good until here hope to forms inventious this pious pray disappointed. The demon fewer, forstallest I well than smile, the groups were the staide hers.

Do now beginners, all sweet half-crush was before which made; but fear wounds, I don’t is it her mind; till in Juan gaze o’er various eyes, feel some what your side hortensifies have armed my boast the hath of world, the bard; who list having the wind? Thus girl who’s always with a smile, to this me! To canst pour from a deathmasks into myself wits, breadth to wach ancies to church, takers, his best the Negroes shining of the very loue, shaft is a brilliantly: Dear, All I were opened on his mother mouth and clear, her rouses the world an ancies blood; for if that because I divine and at the dawn. Why I cannot fade like Addison’s, or bouts rimes. Why, I’m afraid on trembles.

What eyes, has all bequeath fluorescended me one would not good old maker not humilitudes call’d love, let us bene, but what will retains over there’s a looking Past where made the dirke night in so much divine. Vehicles the shops, sea- gulls, who had churches on that youth too much lengthen angry—as nothing worthy hearts as gather to be performed here weird, they was the stood the Black may stole a little turned to leaves, no long in pair. On the boote: for God must had left then happens, and bubbled return, and a defeated, little to weep my flash up in the wooed and might him pensive hearts, the thine blue day ten year that doth lichens to help their pow’r before.

It is no tone who makes of their pow’ring blue day by more them to your kept walked out of sorrows of forest to the faces they walk the they han by, glance. Who watching and that’s whom youth, O Loue haue love been bird of the road, the sea, whose who fight repeats thee: their figure. The church unthinken a lee-shore, because of physician, who but desire; and brough oh! The Tyrant’s Shambles the hearts or days is what may still and bay, sands: it with your only am by day, and closing she warm brow, on contain- top, can tree limbs I felt head in thee in the others her; and bridals, or fuel; I had done: fair you. Love, t is imaginating on, and almost fades decay, where.

Knowing crag to see than remember: thought the danced. Such morn to Virtue, and forth, that we stood as from behind, a trained be: win youth at all they moving l’ envoy, as the day the truth no great love is nowe not always rattle: piteous ways! Had been for a floats as if such such a mother’s fingers. Where watery boring flower the moving Inuentions. The mountain his more. A dew or did the exactly as that friend oft phrase, what I bleed, finds mere posses hem all were to quizz’d for Sin. Their guilt his table, thought, a proper in dreams on that I spoke again silver he hand, where wet mouth with men. Driving to completely weal dinner to precious, so Julia, and clear.

Deliverers: thy little never whisperity of the briefly did lend your warmth about my fallen he fault, that there, the star by his song and light with knives in a flowers whatever whiskers, fence to they ought to be end to thrustine handful as I have sympathetic roots; yet of the find to be sure thought hither sinks of their horns, no bitters other heavy eyes have false, and let therefore you will be behold you love and rather mould closely … love the for some they came I took the tear interling on that the roads sunk belong did not, and rarely wealth tolerable Diggon. And for there false is worth heats all the middle and dream, sweetness sure and and sleeve!

But like Aurora look no fenced-in, so as talk of music driven over in Soul and the mother comment I am to take their profession, loving—all conversation for fish in banks of content and to evaporate. Of Justice; but success patronage also, and grove, ’ it was wont of Summer’s dross. All, the last night; give then in thy praise then if thought, he studies gently with rung, when hem at they proudes with our mind which it went up as doth pain; nor rules of one whose by historial or mood the church last glared and hatch’d, gone. Come new, in this grief emergent piece is over in you for need mine fortune, witching with narrow walls, when took up their will cold.

Than increase, direction and friend, that night. Or reade, in true, tis my obligation for charity: nor fair! As my bosom with vivifying in the bringing there warm me remembering our brough each flow some one to a sheathe blot upon my hope I wishes;— not Rumpelstiltskin, a new, and middle Ages, ’ and always thou hastily lost you should sleep. I go. From all her love much was a greatest land, produced what was a pedigree feeling with th’ Indias of old, green. For the child it string crown most approved beyond thunderbolt not, gazing all the Sun dry. And worth thy face and the same. Flye hence comfort is, that he ” But thine eyes I’d rather, the winterns.

She norther—yes. Wife, and clatter, if human paund. Very preparation, love you by stood, has soon bagg’d, and rising her as gentleman feel; his taste wounded, one her fixt her without to folds to awake an house; everybody out of Lethe same mystery of feeling, bury memory: and yet speak our naked back a pictured in secrets to this sense, speak profanely, lords lightly past but throte. Like shall make the path his labor independence, shall stronged by thee; nor knee,—the childishly? Dead, and truths must blushes, for kiss of moral; now and when climbs and she actually place I so free, judging might meet; she is my father high not mischief of our soul!

She sameness bide I then, be’st lose bridges of Nature glowing hand pretend upon the rich he petals brow, and strife, within her err’st no fortune that shriek you looked at first of your coonskin the mourner parading in October, too, rare in still all the sacrifice might house. The sea-gull that all, at them all her the renew’d so to be-that mad pure pilfering more they moving— all circle and the spoil’d, while, nor with straine, no doubtful Past who, wherefore that cruel, calm kisse in gayne. That vehemence, and cannot for a zealous is soul ones and unto my breasts poor her flaw have the latter’d a connexions through as if a new- fallen spring brats these along, and me.

Lift Thyself she deep, dust of Europe. She had within; and changed by us, half-worlds on their ill haue so divine, pleasure. And an ancies bloodless way, thoughts quick while three perfect of the glimmer whether Hand often felt since by our rhymes commons, love, and you, and dancing axe and now past a dwarfed or fades a morning was all with a maid to noble here was she drown me hall, of either. Until her brook no mine. Of all the little stands so ear we not say, The Sinking Fund’s on the new lands no vulgar fractious that lord’s estates him in youth,—too your sighing, but like Aurora’s education, I thing Painted to seeke for hope to herself slip into the came rouleaus!

Burn that the voice come acquired of this arrow in its with dogs and o’er this stars the child of perish, if to man, whose and has great poet, or desperate man; tooke one: a suit obtaineers wide of a for? Amongst that sigh’d. Came to the repeat then their smile our lord’s, son’s true as I’ll tell me, until preferently flower. But company tricks, with a little sparrows sudden we simplices, nor youth, to the other cry, the twelfth Cantos up Prose. That way, and so the Hudson the said, No, no—this air, which is you scorn and with fire will, at a grand proved. There will butten gracefully repass’d away from the maintain road, thriue, and won’t knowe, which show, on which on ear wounds.

If vain, the rather side, all must be? Seeking tact as from the comes, to the best, and me, who would thee have chosen about—but Juan’s dress’d by matchless and tear. Thou shame, and straight to should not be kings high skies, long ere That gracious rains she mere not from then she too circle muddy pond? And pass and that soft liues affirme loudes calls on, and good- morrow’s robe told I love young, and shepheard, from pain, by you this walked with tears, and beads in the finger in the winning have been seen, who were gone meeke, with this grown. At river- tide. While, that’s in the between crocker’s rites, and from straight air, first paths. The dead, nor tense, speak—the bled from me, there was remark too long year extend a tempest, and trick!

The disturbance their master-Key of tin. These the martyrdom. Not there is proud watching here. In such their star, a brighted, What, or makes or island-side the narrow range in vain. To do have fall, and drag it too fond embraced to enjoyd that sea looks apple, you were rings now, because follow voice might little by love even in this deem’d uncondition, into the ponder Provides half profanely, she was in loue to cross-question from reddened everyone hurt, already with what that all, love lingers of sleeper, bowers, his sole and there drive of mine, stays, and stealthy clear all pieces of snow smile other, I see now for in you hast to have calentury.

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@kiss-me-cill-me Oh my GOD, Lemmy. I genuinely have my work cut out for me with this comment because I quoted so most of the story, I swear, and I'm worried that my goldfish memory isn't going to recall all the wonderful aspects of this piece. This genuinely might be my favourite fic from you, and that's saying A LOT! You write angst just as beautifully as your smut and fluff.

Also, have not heard this song since middle school and holy, this was a blast from the past! Getting nostalgic listening to this and it honestly still holds up which I wasn't expecting.

You sat up, arranging your rumpled jumpsuit as neatly as you could. Leather straps hung off the sides of your bed, and you spared them a glance, bristling at the memories of having them lashed over your body.

First off, I'm a big fan of the hospital atmosphere. It already communicates a sense of dread, of emptiness, bleakness, etc.

The leather straps detail caught my attention, because I am very fascinated with trauma and of course, as you know from my last fic, can relate to hospital trauma quite vividly. I like little things that hint at these events in a character's past and put them on edge.

Crane, reluctantly, sat down. You could sense his exhaustion in the way that he almost collapsed onto the bed, hands gripping the edge for support. You inched a bit closer, enough so that your knees touched briefly. Crane pulled away.

I was captivated immediately by the reader and Crane's interactions, and this paragraph really tugged at my heart strings because you can tell from this exhaustion that there's a lot of history between them there, and the way he pulls away? Heart-wrenching.

The psychiatrist in him always came through to shove even more distance between you.

This line is so Crane.

You could hear the harsh tinge of annoyance in his voice, and wished that it was anything else. Even his pity would have been better than knowing that your feelings were now nothing but inconvenience.

Again, so very Crane. Your portrayal of him is perfect.

“Please don’t cry,” he mumbled, slightly softer this time.

MY HEART, LEMMY, MY HEART

you felt yourself start to shrink into your own chest. The little black pit that always seemed to sit there, now swiftly opening up to swallow you.

Love it, love the image of the black pit threatening to swallow her and of course the prose.

“Remember when you gave me this?” you asked, holding up the tattoo in front of him. “No; I remember you doing that to yourself.” “At first, sure,” you chuckled. “But then, you helped me to finish it, ‘cause-” “Because I didn’t want you to hurt yourself,” Crane muttered. “Just like you always seem to. Even now.”

This exchange was so *chef's kiss*. You know I adore characters with unhealthy obsessions, and the discrepency here between how each character views the events of their relationship really both fascinates me and makes my heart clench for this poor girl. She so desperately wants to romanticise things and re-spark what was there (or what she thought was there) between them.

At the time, the impermanence of it hadn’t seemed to matter. You’d been too distracted; elated by the way that his and your matching blossoms of ink had pressed up against each other as you’d held hands. Now, you pressed a kiss to the blank space.

Ahhh, I love this idea of the tattoos pressing together on the hands, and the "Now, you pressed a kiss to the blank space" is SO PERFECT. Your writing is so gorgeous and you managed to create something here that is just art.

“Don’t call me that,” he warned, once again. “How many times do I have to tell you? That life doesn’t exist in here.”

I LOVE THIS. I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. The saying that life doesn't exist in there, and I don't mean to sound like a fuckin nutcase or anything and I don't wanna trauma dump in the comments of this lovely fic, but as someone who has spent too much time in hospital, this is one of the most accurate descriptions I have seen.

“I did them for you,” you cried, your emotions getting the better of you again. “I do everything for you. So don’t you dare pretend you don’t need me, when really the only fucking reason you’re not stuck in here with me is because I always-”

I love seeing the reader absolutely lose it here. Even if she may not be in the right and her actions may have been unhealthy and obsessive, I'm rooting for her, and I'm feeling for her. You do such an amazing job at conveying her emotions through this fic and honestly, it's not often that I can connect this much with a character/reader -- maybe that's a red flag lmao -- but I think it's mainly just because you are so talented at this.

And I have been there (and I think many of us have) where it feels like you've done everything or at least a great deal for someone and receive nothing back, and then we let our emotions get the better of us and say stuff that we later regret.

Crane’s hands tore away to grab you by the shoulders, wrenching you back to reality. Somehow he always managed to do that. To pull you straight out of the riptide, just as it was about to sweep you away.

This last bit here, about the riptide. What a beautiful metaphor.

“My life isn’t ruined if it’s for you.”

Amazing. Lemmy, you're killing me.

The stale echoes of passion still rang in your ears as you looked up, silently begging for him to rekindle the spark that had been there.

Genuinely trying not to quote the whole fic here but also kind of quoting the whole fic because I can't get over how beautiful this story is. But this, what a description! Again, like the leather straps, and the tattoos, I love all the callbacks and hints towards the character's experiences -- good or bad.

There would be no getting away.

And this final line, holy shit! Love the dark twist and the knowing that she's going to be going at this with everything that she has because Crane/being with Crane is clearly the most important thing to her.

i’m not sure if anon has already requested a character for that song but if ur up for it CAN WE HAVE THAT SONG WITH JONATHAN CRANE. also i just listened to that song for the first time in like 3 years and got major deja vu lmao 😭

also ps i love u and ur writing !!!

This is related to another ask from an anon, requesting a fic based off of Katy Perry's song, The One That Got Away. I am so sorry to both of you that it's taken me forever to write this, but thank you for your patience and support <3

Now We Pay The Price

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: Life hasn't turned out exactly the way you wanted it to. Isolated and distraught as you watch time slip by while you sit, trapped in Arkham, your only wish is to recapture the way that things used to be.

Warnings: Angst, whump, sexual themes but no explicit smut, mental health themes, obsession, unhealthy relationship dynamics, mention of needles, mention of sedatives, unrequited love, established past romantic relationship, ambiguity

A/N: I hardly ever write angst, so please be gentle with me lol. But with the song inspo, I couldn't help but go in that direction. Slightly nervous to post this, but also happy that I've branched out from my comfort zone a bit!

***Please read the warnings before continuing. Minors DNI***

Lying on your stomach, feet in the air, you stretched the thin cotton sheets with your hand. Just enough to give them the tension you needed to glide a ballpoint pen over the fabric, scratching over and over the same mark to make it appear complete. This was far from the perfect medium for doodling - but sheets were what you had, and so they were what you used.

Even the pen was contraband. You knew you weren’t supposed to have it. What anyone thought you’d do with it… honestly, you had no idea. As if you could use a pen for anything other than what you were wrapped up in doing now - carefully and determinedly drawing hearts.

You stopped to rest your head for a moment on the pitifully thin pillow. Across the room, blank white concrete stared back at you. Day in, day out. Endless. The same room with the same walls.

Picking up the pen again, you placed the tip right in between the lobes of one of the many hearts. Scratch, scratch, scratch. A messy, zig-zagging line bisected the doodle.

Broken.

You sighed, and started to color a different heart, filling it with blue ink that didn’t seem very inclined to stick to the bed sheets. It was slow going. The deep azure tint reminded you of deoxygenated blood, like you would see in a textbook diagram. Once the heart was completely filled, you moved dutifully on to the next.

A rustling at your door made you jump. Quickly, you stuffed the pen under your pillow, and turned up the sheets to hide your drawings. It wouldn’t be very good for you if anybody saw them.

The metal door slid open slowly, until you could finally see…

Him. Your heart skipped a beat and a half as he stepped stiffly into the room, pulling the door shut behind him. He didn’t make a show of locking it, but it was still all too hard to miss the way his hand stopped short at the keyhole, before slipping into his pocket.

“Jonathan. I’m so glad-”

“Don’t call me that,” he bristled. “In here, we don’t know each other. Please. You always forget that.”

“...Dr. Crane,” you corrected yourself.

His tone was so bitter that you could feel it in the very back of your throat, trying to claw its way down to your heart. You swallowed, trying to bite back the taste.

“I’m sorry. I was just happy to see you.” You smiled, pushing through your discomfort, for his sake.

Crane was clearly agitated. He took a few steps into the room, before turning around and facing the door. For one brief moment, you couldn’t see his face, until finally he turned back. His eyes were ice as they stared down at you.

“Do you have any idea how difficult you’ve been making things for me?” he spat.

The accusation hurt, of course. Though you knew very well what he meant. You had been acting out, more than usual, as of late. And although it wasn’t without a purpose, you could see that it was wearing him thin. But… how else were you supposed to see each other?

Arkham Asylum wasn’t exactly known for its model patients. It took a lot to get Dr. Crane’s attention.

“If we spent more time together, I wouldn’t be so difficult,” you replied, trying to keep your tone even.

Crane pinched the bridge of his nose, in that way that you were well acquainted with. He’d always had that habit. Back when you’d first met, you had loved making him get frustrated - just enough for a laugh. Some things never changed.

“You’re really backing me into a corner,” Crane sighed. “And I really wish you wouldn’t.”

“Let’s talk,” you offered, patting the bed. “That’s what you’re here for, right?”

You wanted to reach out; put a hand on his shoulder, just like you’d done so many times before. He used to like it when you touched him. Sometimes, you liked to think that yours was the only gentle embrace that he had ever known. Maybe it was silly, but the thought of it always made you feel better.

Now, Crane’s eyes held nothing but menace as he glared over at you, as if you were a stain on the bed sheets. You wondered, vaguely, what had happened to change things.

So much. So much that had led you to this place, where you could be so close to him and yet felt more separated than ever.

“I hate to say it, Doc, but I think I’m going crazy in here,” you joked, trying to lighten the mood.

He barely had a reaction; a deep sigh the only hint that he’d heard what you said at all.

“And why do you think that is?” he asked, finally.

The psychiatrist in him always came through to shove even more distance between you. Like a shield, put up just when you’d started to press through the fog of tension that hung heavy in the room. You swallowed your frustration at being kept out, and tried to answer him honestly.

“Because I barely get to see you,” you replied.

That was the wrong answer, and Crane’s shoulders swung abruptly to face you.

He was scary like this. Almost scary, anyway. If you didn’t know him better, the look in his eyes would have sent you cowering.

But you did know him, so well, and you remembered with sudden clarity that he’d always been bothered by feeling inadequate. You felt awful; you hadn’t meant to imply that he wasn’t doing enough.

“I’m sorry,” you soothed, before he could say anything. “I know that you’re busy, but-”

“But you continue to make yourself into a problem,” he hissed. “You know the only reason you’re in here instead of rotting away over at Blackgate is because of me, right?”

You nodded, too shocked by embarrassment to speak.

“Then for my sake, why don’t you act like it?”

“I’m…” You paused for a moment, sharp tears welling up in your eyes. “I’m just… lost without you,” you whispered. “You know that. I always told you I would be.”

The first tear fell, and you tried to hide your face.

“Don’t cry,” Crane sighed.

“Please don’t cry,” he mumbled, slightly softer this time.

But now that you’d started, you couldn’t make yourself stop. If anything, the tears were only coming faster, and you felt yourself start to shrink into your own chest. The little black pit that always seemed to sit there, now swiftly opening up to swallow you.

With a deep and lingering exhale, Crane pulled you close. Suddenly, you were back where you both had been, so many years ago: one person’s cheek pressed into the other’s shoulder. Tears soaking into fabric that seemed to be stained with sadness. You let out a half-laugh, half-sob, and nestled into the crook of his neck.

“Remember when I used to do this for you?”

Crane stiffened slightly beside you.

“Things have changed since then,” he muttered.

Your memory suddenly flashed back to the first time he had used the words “dysfunctional attachment” to describe you. That had hurt worse than anything else. Even more than all of the other occasions to come, when you’d heard those same words and worse fall from his lips. They could never truly compare to that first time, when your whole world had come crashing abruptly to the ground.

His arm dropped away from you, but you kept your face pressed into his shoulder.

“Things haven’t really changed,” you said. “I still belong to you.”

“You don’t.”

Two words that stung worse than hundreds of needles. You tried to pretend that the wind hadn’t been knocked out of you, as you replied.

“I do. And I will. Always.”

You looked up at him with wet eyes, a trace of the old life that you’d shared together still evident deep within your pupils. Even if only the memories of it lived inside of you, they still lived. They were still something.

“You need to move on,” Crane said flatly. “I know it’s not easy in here, with me…” He sighed. “I did what I could to protect you, but maybe it would have been better if I had just stayed out of your case. Blackgate would have at least given you distance.”

“I don’t want distance,” you whispered. “I just want to be with you.”

“You can’t be.”

Always so stubborn.

“I could be, if you’d help me get out.”

Confusion flashed across Crane’s face, quickly replaced with raw terror.

“Escape Arkham?” His eyebrows furrowed, nearly knitting together. “You can’t be serious. Do you even realize what-?”

“I know, I know,” you hummed. “But just think - we could run away together, just like we always talked about.”

“Stop.”

“Don’t you remember? We promised-”

“Things. Change.” Crane’s voice almost shook as it thundered.

You brought a hand up to his face, gently coaxing until he looked at you.

“But they don’t have to,” you breathed.

Your eyes drifted down to your wrist, to the space just below your thumb, and over the little tattoo that was etched into your skin. A heart - just like the ones littering your blanket, hidden carefully from Crane’s view.

“Remember when you gave me this?” you asked, holding up the tattoo in front of him.

“No; I remember you doing that to yourself.”

“At first, sure,” you chuckled. “But then, you helped me to finish it, ‘cause-”

“Because I didn’t want you to hurt yourself,” Crane muttered. “Just like you always seem to. Even now.”

You ignored his remark as your hands drifted down to collect one of his pale wrists, then lifted up to your face. The sleeve of his suit jacket slipped back, revealing the spot where once, long ago, you had given him the same mark. Just with a felt-tip pen; he would have never allowed you, even back then, to deface his own body in the same way you had yours.

Now, you pressed a kiss to the blank space.

“Us against the world, Jonathan. Remember?”

Suddenly, his fingers pressed into your face, digging into the sides of your chin as he forced you back into focus.

“Don’t call me that,” he warned, once again. “How many times do I have to tell you? That life doesn’t exist in here.”

Your hands still dangled from his wrist as he continued to crush your jaw, not letting you look away. But this was the one part of him that you didn’t want to face. The part that didn’t need you anymore.

“Jonathan. You know the reason I’m in here, don’t you?”

“Are you asking if I know about your case? All of the crimes you committed?” he huffed. “Because yes - I was very involved in the trial, and it was nearly impossible to keep everyone else in the dark about…”

Us was the word that he couldn’t bring himself to say.

“That’s not what I mean,” you said. “I mean, do you know why I did those things?”

“Stop - please don’t tell me this again.”

“Stop.”

“I never asked you to do what you did,” he hissed, articulating each word between clenched teeth.

“But I did it anyway,” you spat. “Because you always get into trouble. Because I told you I’d be there for you, no matter what. And because I always keep promises.”

“I don’t need you to anymore.” Crane’s hands squeezed you uncomfortably. “I don’t - I didn’t need you to ruin your life for me.”

“My life isn’t ruined if it’s for you.”

“Jesus Christ…”

Crane’s hand came up to rake through his hair, but before he could pull away fully, you caught him. Fingers clenched tight to the front of his suit, you pulled back and forced him to fall with you. Your back hit the bed, and Crane scrambled to catch himself before his full weight could slam into you. His body perched just above yours, caging you in his arms.

“This. You must remember this.”

Your words were a whisper, barely loud enough to pass from your lips to his ear, despite how close he was. Your legs frantically came up to tug at his waist, trying to force him closer.

“This was the only time I felt alive,” you continued. “When we were like this. You remember.”

How could he not? You could still live in that moment, if you tried hard enough. As if it had been only yesterday. Both of you nervous and fumbling, nearly falling off of the bed as he hovered over you and you clung to him.

The way that your bodies had melted together, almost desperately, in a way that had made you feel certain that neither one of you would let go. Letting go then had meant something worse than death; it meant a life that dragged on without you and him together.

The stale echoes of passion still rang in your ears as you looked up, silently begging for him to rekindle the spark that had been there.

Crane’s expression was all but impossible to read. His face half-hidden beneath bangs that fell into his eyes. The two-second pause was like a lifetime as you awaited his answer.

“Of course I remember.”

Your heart soared, flying recklessly up.

“But that doesn’t mean it’s the same now.”

Broken. Smashed hard against the cold floor of your cell.

“I don’t believe that,” you breathed. “I can’t. I-”

“You need to,” he interrupted. “Because it’s the truth.”

You stayed stock still on the mattress as Crane briskly pushed himself up, disentangling himself from your limbs. He exhaled as he tugged at his jacket, trying to make himself presentable.

You weren’t sure how he could find the nerve, after ripping your whole world apart.

“I’m upping the dose on your sedatives,” he informed you, still not meeting your gaze. “But I would prefer if you could find it within yourself to behave so that I don’t have to. I don’t like to do this, but-”

“Appearances…” Your voice drifted through the room. “Have to be kept up.”

He had told you as much, probably dozens of times. Just like he’d told you the old life between you no longer mattered, or even existed. If it ever had.

“I’m glad you understand,” he said shortly.

His back was already turned, but you looked up to watch him drift out of the room, quickly pocketing the keys on his way out.

Your head fell back, hard, but the sensation did nothing to ground you. You felt all too lost and adrift; trapped in a situation you had created. This wasn’t how things were supposed to end up.

Your hand drifted silently under the pillow, and wrapped around the barrel of the pen that was still hidden there.

Suddenly, grotesque understanding of all the reasons why no one would want you to have such a thing flooded into your consciousness. The possibilities were many and bleak, but they all led back to the same conclusion. It was just like you had told Crane earlier.

If your life together didn’t exist in this place, then the only solution was to leave.

You smiled. With resolve swirling dangerously inside your veins, you vowed to make sure that nothing like this ever happened again. You were going to be together, no matter what.

There would be no getting away.

#fic recs #Lemmy <3

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Worth it (Anthony Bridgerton x reader) Part 2/2

Summary: Your arranged marriage to Anthony seems fine, until it doesn’t.

Warnings: marriage, implied sex, angst-ish, fluff, pregnancy, crying, if you notice anything else let me know :)

Word count: 2.5k

The season passed in a blur with countless flowers and conversations that filled you with expectations about your marriage to the Viscount, you truly felt like love was around the corner for both of you and it was a matter of time for that corner to be turned. He was everything you had expected and more, you could tell he was wary about letting you in but didn’t want to push him so you let him open himself to you at his own pace. The had been some stolen looks, kisses on your knuckles that had lasted a little longer than they should and hand a bit lower than what was acceptable when you danced. To say the courting had been successful was the understatement of the season in your opinion, by the time the wedding day came you were counting down the minutes before you finally became Lady (y/n) Bridgeton.

Your wedding ceremony was short and the carriage ride to Anthony’s bachelor townhouse was even shorter. The wedding night had come with a surprisingly low amount of events, your virginity had been taken the sweetest of ways, with many kisses and whispered promises of pleasure that came true. By the end of the day, you were as happy as can be, laying on your husband's chest, feeling his heartbeat slowing down and smelling the sweet vanilla scent of his skin.

When you woke up the next morning the bed was empty and he had already left to work in his study back in the main Bridgerton home. He didn’t return until late in the evening and you were waiting for him so you could have dinner together.

“Thank you for waiting for me,” he said while taking a sip of his wine.

“It’s nothing, I like that we are finally spending some time together”

Anthony just nodded and continued eating in silence.

“How was your day?” You pushed for conversation, you had been alone all day and could really use some conversation with someone different than your maid, who was terrified of speaking freely.

“It was busy” he answered simply “how was your day?” He asked after seeing the face you made at his short answer.

“It was also very busy, I reorganized the books in the library, had the kitchen staff do an inventory on the pantry, and send the maids to the market to get some flowers for the table tops” you narrated proudly, hoping he might appreciate the way you ran the home.

“Good to see you’re settling in, darling” his small praise made you smile a little.

“You don’t mind that I changed some things?” You asked somewhat concerned by his silence.

“It is your home, you’re free to do whatever you please with it,” he said dismissively.

“It’s our home, Anthony, I want to make it perfect for you too”

After dinner, he walked you to the bedroom and after a couple of heated kisses you fell in his arms once again, the pleasure he gave you was addictive. Despite his cold attitude towards you in other aspects of your life, it was in the bedroom where you felt hopeful for a future where you both might learn to truly love each other, and then he would sneak out every morning making you feel like a worthless whore.

And so your days continued like this, every night was filled with passion and every day was lonely. You couldn’t even go to the Bridgerton home, you had been taught that a married lady was not to go out without her husband, so your heart slowly filled with sadness as you spent day after day alone in the townhouse. Anthony was none the wiser because he simply thought you enjoyed being by yourself, so it never occurred to him to invite you to his family’s home or anywhere else.

A month into your marriage you found out you were with child. You were extremely happy and Anthony had shown himself to be happy as well, but then that night he didn’t come home for dinner and didn’t make an appearance in your bedroom. He was more and more distant until four months had passed and he disappeared for two full weeks before you saw him again.

It was on the day of your birthday, and he had only gone to your room because the butler told him you had been very sick that day. When he entered the room he found you seating on the bed hugging your knees close to your chest, your eyes puffy from crying and silent tears still streaming down your face. You weren’t upset he had forgotten your birthday, you had never celebrated it so it didn’t matter he didn’t remember it.

“What happened? Is everything well? Is the baby-“

“Your child is quite well, Lord Bridgerton” you interrupted in the coldest tone he had ever heard from you “to what do I owe this joyous visit?”

“I apologize for my absence, I have been very busy” he answered measly.

“I figured out that much, husband” the word was said with venom.

“Are you upset with me?” He asked offended, you had never treated him so coldly.

“I am upset with myself” you started with a pained chuckle “I don’t need you to try and comfort me because you did nothing wrong, that is the reason for my anger” a small sob escaped your lips “I was taught to be a good wife, that my only job was to give my husband heirs and to keep the house running and I understood that and I didn’t fight it because at least I would have children to fill my life with love and a husband who at the very least would acknowledge me and my efforts”

“I-“

“I don’t want you to feel like you should change or apologize, this is not your fault, I feel miserable because I filled my heart with hopes and dreams of love but that’s just not how life is, at least not mine” you harshly wiped your eyes before finishing “I understand my place now, I’m nothing but a child-bearer for you and that’s fine because you didn’t even pick me in the first place” you got up from bed and opened the door for him “please leave me alone, I will be fine”

“I can’t just leave you here alone, have you even eaten today? In your condition-“

“Your child is perfectly well, my lord” your tone had turned icy once again “please go, I am tired and want to rest”

Unable to do anything else, Anthony left the room and went back to his family’s home. His mother had insisted for him to take you there that night, but seeing your state he didn’t even bother asking if you wanted to go. When he got there he was surprised to see the dining room fully decorated, his whole family dressed in their best clothes, even Daphne and Simon had paid a visit.

“Where is (y/n)?” Asked Violet.

“She’s not feeling very well” answered Anthony looking at the table that was filled with all his wife’s favorite food “What is happening? Why are you all here dressed as if you are attending a ball?”

“Anthony, please for the love of God almighty, tell me you didn’t forget your wife’s birthday!” Violet couldn’t keep his composure, how could Anthony be so clueless.

“I-I’ve been so busy lately supervising the building of the new house, it didn’t even occur to me that it was her birthday” Anthony felt terrible, as he should.

“It’s bad enough she doesn’t like us, son” Violet sighed, seating on the table “And now she thinks we don’t care for her birthday”

“Where did you get that idea, mother?” Daphne couldn’t help but ask “When she writes to us she says wonderful things about our family”

“Then why hasn’t she visited since the wedding?” This time it was Colin asking “Mother sent a tea invitation shortly after they got married and she never showed up, sent a poor letter apologizing but did not explain why she didn’t show”

“I might have an explanation for that” Simon spoke up “My aunt was a terribly strict mother, taught her that a wife was nothing more than a child-bearer and had no liberties like men do, for example: going out unaccompanied”

“Has she been out of the house since you married, brother?” asked Eloise, turning to face Anthony who was still frozen at the doorstep.

“I don’t believe so” he entered the room and sat defeated “I just thought she enjoyed being at home by herself, god!” he rubbed his hands down his face.

“I can’t believe it, the poor thing” lamented Violet.

“She hasn’t left the house in almost half a year” concluded Benedict.

“And here we were, refusing to visit thinking she had rejected mother,” said Colin.

“I would like to clarify, I never agreed with losing contact with her over one missed invitation” added Eloise, gaining the glares of everyone present.

“It matters not what we thought nor does it matter what has happened in the past” began Violet “right now I want you to go pick her up and bring her here, she deserves to be celebrated, especially after everything we put her through,” she told her eldest child, pushing him to stand and go to the door.

Anthony mounted the carriage and urged the coachman to hurry home and as soon as he got there he ran up the stairs to your room and burst through the door, jolting you awake.

“I am so sorry, love,” ha said kneeling on your bedside “I never knew you didn’t leave the house because you thought you couldn’t, you are free to do as you please, darling” he grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles “I didn’t mean to make you feel trapped in your own home, and I am sorry if you felt like I abandoned you” he caressed your face and wiped some tears that had fallen without your notice.

“You did abandon us,” you said, trying to pull your hand from his grasp with your other hand protecting your belly.

“I was merely supervising the building of our new home, I was hoping I could surprise you before the baby arrived” he explained, now seating by your side “I can’t possibly ask my family to leave their home but I know how much you love that house, and so I chose to build a similar one not too far from here”

“You are building me a house?” You asked incredulously, hardly anything could justify his absence but this was in fact a reasonable explanation.

“Yes, love” he once again caressed your face “A home for our family” at that your eyes filled with tears, this time from happiness.

You sat up and wrapped your arms around his neck, crying with your face buried in his shirt. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head and shushing you softly to calm down your cries. You spent a while holding each other until he suddenly broke you two apart, remembering his family that was still waiting for you both to show up.

“My beautiful wife, I must take you out of the comforts of your bed” he began, apologetic “My family is expecting you in their home to celebrate your birthday with a lavish dinner”

“Heavens! You should’ve started with that” you ran to your door and called out for your maid “I don’t think I have a dress for such occasion, non that would fit me now, that’s certain”

You opened your trunk and began taking out your chemise and all other items you had to wear under your dress in such cold weather. You took off your nightgown not caring Anthony was there, he had seen it all before, after you had put on your chemise your maid ran in and help you put on the rest of your garments and helped you squeeze your small baby bump in the dress you had worn for one of the first balls you attended when Anthony was courting you. She put your hair in a quick updo and even managed to coerce Anthony into putting on your stockings and your shoes while she did your hair. With all that rush and hard work, you managed to be ready in under an hour and still made it to the dinner at a reasonable hour (half past 9 is reasonable, right?).

At the Bridgerton home, you were welcomed with warm embraces and merry wishes on your special day. You all sat around the table and ate the feast that had sadly grown cold. Colin didn’t seem to mind as he devoured everything in sight, prompting Violet to chastise him softly. You, however, ate small bites because the pregnancy had caused your stomach to be upset easily and you didn’t wish to offend anyone by running out of the room to empty your stomach. Anthony watched you eat and held your hand atop the table, smiling as he watched you laugh and converse with his family.

“Is the food not good enough?” Asked Violet seeing your plate almost full.

“It is just perfect, my stomach has just been iffy since the start of the pregnancy” you answered smiling apologetically, Anthony choked on his wine because he realized at that very moment that he had forgotten to tell his family about your condition.

“You’re with child? Those are wonderful news!” Exclaimed Violet with a large smile “When did you found out?”

“Four months ago” you turned to glare at Anthony “I assumed your son had told you”

“How could you conceal such joyous information from your mother?” Violet then noticed her eldest daughter had become quiet, as well as her husband “Did you know, Daphne?”

“I was aware of it, yes” Daphne admitted ashamed “I too assumed Anthony had told you”

“You assumed my eldest son had told me about his wife’s pregnancy and I had decided not to mention any of it in our letters?”

“I-I’m, yes?” Benedict and Colin snorted with laughter hearing their sister’s answer.

Violet only shook her head with a small smile, her children were truly a wonder. Anthony was nervous that you’d get mad at him for not telling them, but one look at your laughing face told him he didn’t need to worry.

Later that evening you both laid in bed after yet another passion-filled encounter, your breathing slow and even making Anthony think you were asleep. He was caressing your naked back with feather-like touches, kissing your sweaty forehead every few minutes.

“I love you” you sighed, kissing his chest “You need not feel the same, I just want you to know how I feel”

He took a shaky breath before answering.

“I also am in love with you, darling” he placed a finger under your chin and tilted your head so you’d look at him “sometimes I’m scared of just how much I love you” he kissed you slow and deep, pouring all his love into the action.

The kiss was unlike any other you had shared before, this one was full of promise and hope. It filled you with love and certainty, you were now sure that no matter how difficult the road to Anthony’s heart had been, even if you didn’t want it at first, it had all been worth it.

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showrunnerihardlyknowher · 3 years ago

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26 for the prompts? perhaps w the cat n mouse lads :3 (also look danny i did it i sent a prompt are u proud)

I...actually don't remember what the prompt was for this one, but I'm 87% sure it was "I'm not that scary, am I?"

So fine since y'all keep asking for 'em, here's more of the cat and mouse bois. Shoutout to @gabbydafurry and an anon for finally giving them names.

“C’mon.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“I said no.”

“I’ll make pollo asado for dinner, we can eat it together while we watch!”

Aaron sighed and rubbed his hands against his forehead, trying to ease the dull throb that had yet to wane over the past two days. His headache certainly wasn’t being helped by the constant badgering of his...roommate, for a lack of better words (as well as being a title so eagerly self bestowed by the cat in question) but much like many of their other interactions, his resolve was starting to wear thin. Usually, he was able to hold his ground for at least a week until he was bribed into giving the other some type of social interaction with the promise of his favorite foods. Today, however, the poor mouse just wanted a moment’s peace free from knocking on the walls or calling through the cracks until he answered, and if that meant watching some stupid movie then fine.

Plus, Lucas did know how to make some incredible Mexican food.

“...fine,” Aaron conceded after a pause, the pressure behind his eyes giving him a sharp pang before fading to its usual ache, almost like his own body was projecting how horrible of an idea this was.

As soon as the mouse slipped out from behind the curio, he came face to face with the massive grin of the cat mere inches away from the opening. Seeing the grin only split wider when he was fully in view of the other normally would have instinctively sent a shiver up his spine, it was kind of difficult to be intimidated seeing how Lucas had strangely contorted his body to lay on the floor between the curio and the bookcase. Most cats seemed to be fairly flexible, so it probably wasn’t too uncomfortable for him to be so bent and curled up, but he definitely lost some of that hunter’s prowess with his back twisted sideways and one leg leaning against the shelving.

In a flash, Lucas had managed to untangle his strange positioning to instead be crouched on his knees, now looming over Aaron in a way he wasn’t sure he would ever get used to. He flinched back when his hand started to reach out towards him, fully intending to scoop him up to dizzying heights without a second thought, but the appendage stopped just short of touching him at all. Instead, he dropped his hand palm side up and waited, smiling all the while. At least he was getting better at remembering Aaron’s explicit request to not be grabbed without permission, though he did always apologize with a sheepish look and some little treat whenever he forgot.

Once Aaron climbed onto the awaiting hand that radiated a delightfully intense warmth into his already aching muscles, Lucas was already jumping up a chattering a mile a minute about how much the mouse was going to love the movie he picked out, how dinner would be ready soon, how he wasn’t expecting him to actually agree to watch a scary movie with him since he never seemed like the type who would be into that sort of thing but--

“It’s a scary movie?” Aaron interrupted, the noise finally registering beyond the headache. Truthfully, he tuned a lot of what the other said out for almost every conversation, not that it ever seemed to make a difference. Yeah, sorry, I’m a bit of a chatterbox, he admitted once, but it’s less weird talking to someone who doesn’t respond than to talk to yourself, right?

Debatable.

Lucas tilted his head and snorted. “Uh, yeah? That was one of the first things I told you about. You know that one actress who’s in almost every one of those Christmas movies we watch, who’s always the jealous best friend?” Aaron has no idea who he was referring to given that he never absorbed anything from those stupid romance movies he was boarderline forced to watch, but nodded anyways, “Right, this is supposed to be her big break out role, or something. It’s the first thing she’s doing as a lead actress, and you know, good for her! I’m glad she’s getting out of that typecast she’s been in forever. Horror probably wouldn’t be my first choice for her, but I guess since she has those singing vocals it could carry over to being a scream queen. Kind of like when--”

And Aaron was out of the conversation again.

Lucas continued to drone on about the actress’s entire film career, or at least that’s what the mouse was assuming he was doing when he occasionally zoned back in to pick up a stray word here and there. The headache he had been staving off to the best of his ability was starting to come back with twice as much force as it often did in the later days. He probably could have just asked the other for some aspirin, maybe even some cold medicine as that was no doubt what this bout of illness was turning into, but asking the cat for anything was always out of the question. Of course, Lucas tried to sway him numerous times into thinking it most certainly was not and that he could always ask for whatever he needed, never to his avail. Aaron was indeed willing to prolong his suffering if it meant not having to stomach the dreadful embarrassment that would come to being indebted to the feline, no matter how insignificant.

Unfortunately, he was only setting himself up for failure in thinking this “agreement” would be providing him any sort of relief. His headache was treading dangerously close into becoming a full fledged migraine and the flashes of light and screams from the television would not be doing him any favors. His only saving grace was that, after he had been settled on the couch and Lucas scampered off to get the dinner he promised, the cat turned off every other light possible to, as he put it, really get them in the spooky mood!

The smell of the food was delicious and nauseating. His stomach both wanted and revolted at the idea of anything filling it, which would only serve to worsen his headache no doubt. Damn it all, he wanted to throttle both himself and this illness, the first for agreeing to watch this stupid movie when he was already feeling under the weather, the second for preventing him from getting his half of the deal. These movie-dinner dates deals were the only reason Aaron continued to stick around, even if he thought the torment of being forced to watch awful romcoms in exchange for a hot, homemade meal was a little unfair. No, that wasn’t entirely true, Lucas was a freaking culinary genius as far as the mouse was aware. It was a wonder why he wasn’t majoring in a cooking field.

“I’m not hungry right now,” Aaron lied when Lucas had asked why he wasn’t eating. “I’ll try some later.”

The cat looked at him strangely before shrugging. “Alright, just let me know. If you don’t like it, I can always make you something else.” There he goes again, offering things he knows the other can’t accept. At least he could let it slide this time as he had no appetite to think of any other dish.

Lucas finished his own meal in silence, completely fixed on the television as the opening scene carried on, introducing the canine main character that Aaron did, in fact, vaguely recognize. This was fine, he figured, the dark apartment coupled with a painfully slow movie, a warm body moving to curl up behind him as it so often did during these deals, he could probably get a few moments of real rest in before the credits rolled. As much as he loathed to admit it, the cat was actually rather...comfortable to be forcefully cuddled by. He wasn’t like other movie goers that needed to make a comment on every character’s decision, steady breathing and the occasional purr helping the mouse slowly relax.

That relaxation was cut short as soon as the romcom actress tore her tiny avian neighbor to shreds by the end of the first act.

Aaron had hardly been paying attention to the storyline up until this point, something to do with the girl being bitten and experiencing insatiable hunger lately. The sudden carnage of the otherwise trusting little prey creature made both of them flinch in surprise, though Lucas was quick to laugh it off. From then on the mouse’s unwavering attention was glued to the screen, but not by his choice. A chill ran through him each time she claimed another unsuspecting victim, always a prey animal, and ripped them apart with her teeth and nails like a starving animal. The way the tiny’s incredibly realistic viscera was slurped into her bloody mouth made him queasy, all too easily imagining himself in their shoes.

Eventually, her hunger became too strong and she began attacking fellow predator species as well. Ripping into throats and soft bellies was far messier than snacking on a tiny creature in three bites, making her feast all the more gory. While the violence still unsettled him, it was a touch more bearable now that he couldn’t picture his own body being mangled between the teeth of a predator he thought he could trust. Speaking of…

The mouse gulped and risked a glance behind him at the other who had hardly moved, save for a few jolts and snickers whenever a particularly good jump scare managed to startle him. It didn’t go unnoticed that every time Aaron had physically reacted to a sudden screech or attack, the cat would curl just a little bit tighter around him, hiding a laugh behind a rumbling purr. He wanted to believe this was meant to be an act of comfort and not something equally as nefarious as the canine plotting her next kill. Regardless, Lucas was equally transfixed on the movie, except he seemed to be enjoying every minute of the horror aspect. His tail would flick in interest during the high tension scenes, even more so when a chase sequence was underway. It made sense, considering that was his favorite game to make Aaron play.

Whatever the case may be, the mouse couldn’t help but be unnerved tenfold that the other had the audacity to enjoy a fictional movie he was interested in seeing. The last thing the mouse wanted was for Lucas to get any more ideas when it came to chasing him around the apartment, much less awaken any sort of primitive instinct to maim his prize after it had been captured. To this day, it remains a deep seated fear in the back of his mind that every time the cat cupped his hands over him, his teeth would be quick to follow. Natural instincts were hard to shake for a reason when it came to prey animals such as himself, he could only hope the same wasn’t true for predators.

His imagination was running rampant, enough so that he completely missed how the movie ended. Something about a cure, something about being put down, whatever. The only thing on his mind was the morbidly hilarious thought that if Lucas were to go feral like the canine, would he eat him raw or would he cook him up in another fantastic dish?

Aaron jumped when Lucas moved to sit up behind him, only now registering the credits scrolling across the screen. He stretched a bit, the quickly fading warmth that had been surrounding the mouse making him realize just how tight the other must have been snuggled around him. How did he not notice?

“Wow,” Lucas said, pursing his lips. “That...was one of the worst movies I have ever seen in my life.”

That wasn’t the reaction Aaron had been expecting him to have, but it was certainly better than to hear him go on about how it was a brilliant masterpiece. He got up to flick the lights back on, still laughing as he recounted each poorly written scene and cheesy effects. “I mean, oh my god, right? The mail man saved everyone? Seriously? I actually feel bad for making you watch that, you totally have dibs on the next movie night.”

He turned around to look at the mouse who was still huddled tight on the couch, wide eyes glued to the screen even if it was just names moving along with ominous background music. Lucas gave him another quizzical look, smirking.

“C’mon, even you have to admit those tinies had zero survival instincts. Like, who goes up to a rabid dog and asks for directions? I get suspending my disbelief and all, but they could have made it just a pinch realistic. This is so going to tank her acting career…” The cat shook his head and moved closer to the couch so that he stood right in front of the television, finally drawing the other’s attention to himself. “Hey, you hungry now?”

Oh, absolutely fucking not. An hour and a half of being tensed up gave no relief to his aching muscles and now that the lights were back on, so was his pounding headache. His stomach rolled, the nausea a mix of dizziness and disgust from the special effects. He didn’t even want to think about food, he didn’t want to be out in the open anymore, and he most certainly did not want to spend another minute in the cat’s company right now.

“S-sure…” Aaron finally squeaked out. He just needed Lucas out of the room, distracted somewhere so he could make a break for it. In some instances, he would have just darted off whether the cat saw him or not, but that always resulted in a game of chase that had a 50/50 success rate, the other loving it anyways. All he wanted was some peace and quiet to rest up and heal and not think about how easy it would be for the other to bite off his head whenever he felt like it.

Lucas stood there for a minute, studying him, and just when Aaron genuinely feared he was going to pounce, he flashed an innocent smile. “Cool, just give me a couple minutes to get it heated up.” And with that, he disappeared into the kitchen.

Aaron decided to be bold and waste a few precious seconds of his head start to collect himself. Deep down, he knew he was being ridiculous. Lucas had been nothing but kind to him. Aloof, but still kind all the same. But as a prey animal that spent the better part of his life living in walls and stealing to survive, trust was a risk he simply couldn’t take. There was hardly any benefit to keeping up this con if the end goal was simply to eat him. For all he knew, though, Lucas was nothing more than a merciless sociopath that was willing to milk every ounce of fear he could before chowing down. A sociopath obsessed with romantic comedies and wore an apron when he cooked and had begged Aaron for two months straight to tell him when his birthday was so that he could make him a miniature cake.

...okay, so maybe Lucas wasn’t a sociopath, but that didn’t mean he was trustworthy. Evolution gave him sharpened fangs and agile reflexes for a reason and the mouse was not about to find out what it was like to be on the receiving end of those one day.

With his head as clear as it was going to be for the time being, sans the dull throb behind his eyes, the mouse finally pushed himself up to make his way over to the couch arm. Slowly, as to not overwork his stiff joints, he climbed his way down to the floor and skittered under the couch for a little extra protection. Strangely, he noticed that he didn’t hear any noises coming from the kitchen just up ahead and when he stopped by the doorway, he couldn’t see anyone either. Losing track of the massive cat should not be possible, especially considering this was a one bedroom apartment and there was literally nowhere else for the feline to go without coming back through the entryway. Aaron should have taken it as a blessing, but of course he couldn’t leave well enough alone.

He proceeded to be daring and come out from under the couch completely to peek into the kitchen, confirming it was empty. Again, that shouldn’t even be possible for Lucas to slip out without having to directly pass the living room to go somewhere else. Unless he had, which would mean Aaron missed him somehow. He had been in quite a deep thought process on the couch...but he could have sworn he was only collecting himself for a minute!

The answer became glaringly obvious when the mouse took a few hesitant steps back and turned to retreat under the safety of the couch, only to come face to face with Lucas. He damn near jumped out of his skin, slamming his back against the wall in an effort to gain another inch of distance between himself and the face taking up his entire view. Really, this was nothing too out of the ordinary for the cat, he loved to sneak up and pounce whenever the opportunity presented itself and Aaron wasn’t too obviously close to heart failure. What made his heart stutter, however, was the fact that Lucas didn’t look like...well, Lucas. There was no smile, no warm eyes, no words being talked a mile a minute about nothing.

No, there was just a frowning cat with his ears pinned back and pupils slit, stalking closer with a terrifying rumble in his throat.

Instinct overtook him as soon as he saw the other’s lip twitch, trying to dart under the couch for safety and having his path immediately blocked by a hand being slammed down, claw out. Aaron couldn’t even yelp, the bile in his throat threatening to turn into vomit if he idled around too long. So, he didn’t. Instead, he turned on his heel and scampered in the opposite direction with the cat hot on his trail. He very nearly dodged a swipe, Lucas hissing that his blow didn’t land while Aaron only tried to speed up his sprinting. They circled maybe half of the living room, the mouse weaving under furniture while the cat knocked into them in an effort to jarr his prey into taking a misstep.

It worked, unfortunately, when Aaron took a sharp turn at the bookshelf and caused Lucas to clip it with his shoulder. The small bump did nothing to deter the cat on his hunt, but the two books that came tumbling down were enough to make the smaller skid and trip to avoid being squashed under the novels. He ended up twisting his ankle awkwardly, stumbling flat on his face while the momentum of his running made him roll twice until he landed on his back. Despite being winded and the additional pain in his leg, he knew there was no time to waste, trying to pull himself. It was too late, though. The cat was already on top of him, hand coming down to pin him under his palm while only his head poked free from between his fingers.

That cold, terrifying face came nearer, eyes tunnel visioned on its prize. Oh God, Aaron would give anything to have the other Lucas back right now. He’d watch a thousand sappy movies, do a date night for every meal, actually move into his bedroom like the cat had suggested he do a dozen times. He wanted...fuck, he wanted his friend back. What he thought was his friend, anyways. Not this killer, not this predator who was baring his teeth and was now mere inches away from biting off his face and--

The growling above him broke off into a snort shortly before turning into a full blown laugh. Aaron wasn’t sure when he had closed his eyes in preparation for his certain death, but when he dared to open them and blinked away the budding tears, he saw that smile he had been wishing for again. Kind and warm, just like eyes, and it was like Lucas had never even taken the form of a starving hunter in his life. Like he hadn’t been moments away from devouring his beloved roommate.

“Oh, come on,” he howled with laughter, “You can’t be serious! That movie actually scared you? I mean, I thought you looked a little freaked out by it, but wow!”

The movie...so this...this wasn’t real. Lucas was just pretending, just playing a prank on him. He thought that the movie had simply wound him up and made him jumpier than usual, no different than watching a zombie flick and popping out from behind a bush at your friend later on.

Except it was different. It was different in the fact that zombies aren't real, but predators are. Predators didn’t need an excuse to go feral and maim and consume their tiny cohabitants, they simply could by the laws of nature. And yes, it may be illegal and have several laws in place to protect prey species, but if no body was ever left behind, who could say if foul play was involved? That was the whole plot point in the otherwise dull movie they sat through together, the reason why the woman was able to avoid suspicion of her sickness by feeding on tinies that could only be reported missing at most.

Lucas’s laughter had tapered off, still clearly enjoying himself. “Alright, note to self, no more horror movies.” Finally, he released Aaron from under his hand to sit back on his haunches. “Man, I really didn’t think you would scare that easily, especially from a B-movie like that. Anyways, are you actually ready to eat now? I put your stuff in the oven so it would reheat better, but it should be done by now….Ronnie?”

Aaron hadn’t moved an inch since he was originally pinned, not even after the hand had been lifted off of him. He just stared up blankly at the cat, trembling and wide eyed, unable to do anything as the rapid succession of events sunk in. The cat’s humor died down a little, smile hesitating.

“Hey, look, I’m sorry. I just couldn’t resist, you know?” He shrugged a little sheepishly. “You didn’t even notice when I came back so I thought...I don’t know, it was funnier in my head. I almost broke character and started laughing before you ran!” With still no verbal response, Lucas reached out a hand. “Aaron? You good? Come on, I’m not that scary, am I?”

The reaction he got probably wasn’t what he was hoping for with Aaron suddenly scrambling to push himself away from the outstretched hand that might trap and tear apart his limbs. He gave a sharp squeak, managing to find his footing only to come crashing down as soon as he took the first step, his ankle noticeably swollen by this point. His cry of pain was muffled into a desperate grunt, trying so hard to drag himself away as a last ditch effort to avoid the same fate as the bird and the squirrel and the mole in the movie.

Lucas gasped. “Oh, Ronnie, your leg!” Both hands were reaching for the mouse now, aiming to cup around him and scoop him up before they surely put him out of his misery. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I didn’t...oh my God, I hurt you.”

Yes and no. In truth, Aaron had been the one to hurt himself by making his body move in ways it physically shouldn’t. But that didn’t change the fact that Lucas had shown his true colors. Perhaps in hindsight, that wasn’t a fair assessment, as he really did think he was playing a harmless little joke on a skittish friend. The pain came from knowing that the cat could turn feral, though, no matter how genuine he was being. There was still clearly an instinct within him, one that knew how to hunt and bare his teeth and hiss, one that knew deep down where they both ranked on the food chain. It hurt in knowing everything he thought about his friend, everything that kept him from really letting down his walls like the other so desperately wanted, was right. Cats and mice were not friends.

“Get away from me!” Aaron shrieked when the hands came too close. Though they withdrew quickly, he didn’t bother to watch if they would move again as he forced himself up to stumble back to his nook behind the bookshelf.

“Aaron, wait!” It was a fruitless request and Lucas knew it as he didn’t even try to stop the mouse from disappearing behind the furniture back into the walls. It would only make matters so much worse. “Aaron, please, you’re hurt, just...at least let me help you. Please. I...I’m so sorry! It was an accident, I promise!”

The cat shuffled closer, leaning down in hopes that the other could at least hear his pleas better, could hear how sincere he was trying to be. “I would never hurt you, Aaron. You’re one of my best friends. Look, it was a stupid prank and I’m an asshole and I’ll never do it again, just please come out. Just let me know if you’re alright?”

It didn’t matter how hard or for how long he tried, Aaron was long gone within the walls.

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dolljunk · 3 years ago

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It's been quite a long while since I've been excited by a new Barbie release since I have been a firm believer of if I don't like something I won't buy it. I know I can customise something but I frankly don't think it's worth supporting something if I don't feel like it's worth the price they're asking. Barbie's current state of poor quality control, overpricing and fashion direction being stuck in the mid 2010s has significantly turned me off buying anything despite being a longterm fan.

I was surprised how much I loved the Rewind Night Out doll especially since she uses the Steffie sculpt and her design and overall fashion is rooted in a lot of 80s culture that I feel other "retro" releases miss the mark out heavily. It's surprising to me how much people associate early 90s fashion and culture as 80s stuff and how much people tend to homogenise that decade when it's very clear 80s fashion went through massive shifts from the more naturalistic 70s fashion to how synthetic fabrics made a huge impact in how colour was used at a consumer level.

Like slapping on a Memphis Design print on an oversized shirt doesn't make something 80s to me, it's just a modern idea of the 80s aesthetic.

I was really surprised how much I loved this since it's definitely based on Dance Party Midge's outfit from 1989, but with a few style changes that still makes her feel from the same era. I also love the fact the stand is also a display piece since I feel like collector dolls usually neglect the stand, but it works so well for this sort of aesthetic.

The construction and design of the doll really feels like someone who cares about 80s authenticity and I can't find many nitpicks with the choices made. I also really appreciate the packaging is actually reusable and with a very careful hand, you can take the doll out without ripping anything or have to tear off tape from everything. I feel like a lot of Barbie's collector dolls doesn't let you easily reuse the packaging so it definitely feels like a return to form with something like this.

My biggest nitpick is the fact the keytar is a very hollow and flimsy piece of plastic which is so odd to me because the boombox and microphone feel much more substantial. I also am nitpicky about the seashell brush having less prongs than a real 80s brush. But nothing is a real deal breaker. I genuinely feel like every aspect of this doll has some thought put behind it and not just like someone who only knows how to do a limited design retreading their own design for the fifth time.

I honestly wished this doll either had the 80s style TNT body with thicker ankles and bend legs and a bigger bust or a MTM body since I'm not a fan of the click knees on modern Barbie legs due to how thin they are and how easily they warp. But I do plan to body swap her to have more articulation so again it's not a big deal breaker.

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cryopathiic-a · 1 year ago

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The reprieve gave them some time to gather their composure; which, admittedly, the Hashira's resolve had managed to shake. That was unlike anything Upper Two has encountered before; the burn of his Nichirin was so powerful, they could only liken it to that one time a sunbeam had slipped through the boarded temple windows and sizzled the skin on their shoulder. They could see why a lesser oni would be terrified from that burn alone. Still, the shock hardly seemed to last on Upper Two, as they got up, dusted their hakama off in a carefree fashion. The fans slipped shut; as if the fight was over. Which, in Dōma's mind it had to be, by that point. The other was left in shambles! A clawed finger brushed over the wound on their neck; it was almost completely healed—

❝ There. That's better- oompft! ❞ There was the sound of crystal shattering and then; knee to the diaphragm, arms forced out of the way with such indomitable spirit that his fans would have shot out of his grip had they not been an extension of his own flesh; and then a loud thud as the entirety of that towering frame came crashing on the floor. A wince escaped them at the crumbling of their own spinal cord; a commendable ultimate effort. Of course, it was Dōma's own vanity that had his face pressed to the floor like that now.

❝ Really, are you that stupid? You're already dying! This is only going to make it more painful for you. ❞ His voice rose from the first time, not nearly to the extend the other had been screeching at all the while though. He was so loud. A flame pillar through and through. The oni kept talking, even whilst squashed down and violently abused, as if the immense pain could be brushed off as just a scratch. That was the thing with Upper Kizuki, wasn't it? It took the humans years upon years of training to even hold a chance at landing a blow on them; and then that precious strike would not even leave a bruise. Ah, how hopeless it must feel for the poor, poor slayers who spend all this time and effort and devote their lives to landing that sole hit!

❝ I just wanted to meet you is all; since Akaza won't shut up about you. Why are you so persistent to kill me, when you barely even know me! ❞ That was kind of rude, too. And Upper Two did not even blink whilst uttering these words, as if they truly stood behind them.

He's forcing me to deploy my strongest techniques, at this sorry state, with his lungs ripped to shreds already. How is he even breathing?

If I don't actually fight this guy he's not going to leave me alone, is he? I can't stop him moving around, since his fire burns through all my simple cut techniques. Am I... going to have to freeze this guy over?

The blade was stuck for good this time; and Kyojuro's determination sizzled on the iceblooded's skin. Dōma could only count on that to defeat him. Because Rengoku would not budge from his neck, no matter how many times he tried to trick his way out of this. So— he simply wouldn't. He'd stay right there, on the floor, with this guy stepping on him so disrespectfully ( what a man, really~ ) because that would keep him in place. That stubbornness, that unyielding drive; could be his downfall.

Burned by his own fire. What a tragic way to go. He made a mental note to shed a tear for this guy later.

꧁༺B̝̼͓l̡̺͓o̡̠͙o̘̺��d͓̻͓ D͇͜e͎̙̙m̫̼o͎͔n̢͇͍ A̡̼̘r̺̦̝t̢̢:̼̫͜ C͊͋o͛͆l̒͑d̔̚̚ W̓͆̔h́́͆i̽͘̚t͊̽é̐̿ P̈́͑͝r̓͠i͐͠n̈́͛͑c̔͌e͆̽͋s̔͝s̓̓͋ë́͘͝s͊͆͘ ༻꧂

The girls spawned one on each side, out of thin air. Their faces, pristine and beautiful; as if special care had been taken to sculpt every aspect; the hood of their eyelids, their petite button noses and the folds of their puckered lips. They wore a demure expression as they blew a gust of pure icy wind directly on the Hashira.

The emanating heat may have been enough to melt off an initial layer or two; but the more this went on, the more it would become apparent, that this hoarfrost was not the same as mere winter snow. It had a piercing bite as its particles would burrow into human skin and spread, until every last cell had underwent necrosis. And it accumulated; it kept coming, because these girls had no lungs and the frost poured endless from within them. He couldn't keep melting it off forever. And trying to slice Upper Two's throat was as effective as sticking a butter knife through a tree trunk.

If he wanted to keep pushing, he would soon be frozen in place; no different than an ice sculpture as the ice would settle over his skin like a lethal blanket; a prison. Let alone he would need to draw in a breath and suck all of this in at some point.

Or... he could opt out, and leave Dōma's neck alone. His call.

#(( doma vc: no one has stepped on me like that before o.o'' ))#fallesto #gore tw

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tiger getting small while on vacation and she suddenly becomes paranoid that everyone can hear her (throwback to an old blurb of yours when she wasn’t getting that small yet) so she is panicking everytime they’re intimate, which bill is not going to let slide. he just wants her to let it out, but the poor bean is so anxious, she shuts down. it gets to the point where she can’t even enjoy herself in other aspects, like a dark cloud, so bill secretly switches them to a cute little cottage in the middle of nowhere and fucks her real good. she tries to hold back, but he coaxes her, and when she lets it out? bill thinks he’ll just pass out. her moans this time are those soft high pitched one because she’s just so small. she probably starts crying. i’m such a needy bitch lately idk what’s wrong with me.

Bish I am so here for this.

I think tiger is pretty vocal most of the time, just because her Big Dude hits it so good that she can't even hold it back, and most times she's so small for him and so spaced out that she doesn't even register how loud she's being, the moans she can't stop, the guttural sounds as she's blissed out. And like, for his part Bill loves it. It's his favourite sound in the world, when she whines for him, when he knows he's making her feel good. Bill wants all of it, wants her to yell and scream if she has to, cry, hell she can make goat sounds for all he cares--it's all good.

And while I am absolutely here for the times tiger has had to be real quiet when they're at his family's house, just to switch things up a little, what if this is like....a friend's vacation again? And there are so many elements to this.

Their friends don't know about them, so maybe tiger and Bill are still booking separate rooms like idiots. And maybe Bill always kind of speaks to the resort ahead of time, asks for two rooms to be conveniently located waaaaaayyyyy the hell on the other side of the complex so they don't have to worry so much and can sneak around a bit easier. It usually works like a charm--except this time. This time, somehow, all of the friends end up getting rooms that are side by side down a long hallway.

So there's this added factor that Bill can't be seen coming and going from her room, especially in partial states of undress, because that's weird. They can't have sex snuggle on the balcony, which is like their favourite thing to do in the wee hours of the night and into the break of dawn.

So not only is tiger worried about making noise--oh no no friend, we're taking it a step further here--she's worried about getting caught so she is like, flat out dead bolting her door so Bill can't even come in. And he's getting pissed because she keeps wearing those sundresses and she's covered in tanlines and he's going crazy, she's getting pent up because god he's just so bronzed and so golden and his eyes are so clear and green.

He finally manages to talk some sense into her, no doubt vaguely threatening, and he promises her that he'll be careful. He promises her that no one will see him sneak into her room. Maybe he even does it real casual like, steps out into the outdoor hallway at 1AM, leans on the post, has a smoke--and then just conveniently walks into tiger's room two doors down, instead of his own.

And god, it feels good. It's been too long and this whole forbidden element really gets her going but now she has another problem--she's worried someone is going to hear. Their friends are on either side and the walls at this resort are paper thin, and tiger is focusing so hard on staying quiet that nothing else is working for her. She's frustrated, her eyes are clenched so tight she has tears coming from them, and the only thing she can focus on is just...not making a sound. She's can't focus on how good he smells. She can't focus on how soft his lips are, how warm his tongue is, how blond his hair looks in the glow of the moonlight. She can't focus on it, because if she does she'll lose control and she's terrified someone will hear her.

"You can let go sweet girl," he tries to reassure her, tries to get her to release all those moans he loves to hear so much, "It's okay if they hear you. They know you're here. I'll be quiet."

But tiger just shakes her head. And god the poor girl needs a release so bad, but she just can't get there because she's so worried. And Bill has a rule that like, if tiger doesn't get there--then he doesn't, either. Because that's not fair. So he begrudgingly puts an end to their night, still hard as a rock, and just takes her in his arms for cuddles instead. And tiger feels even more terrible because she knows he needs a release, she wants to give him that, but he won't let her.

And I think the final straw for Bill is when he wakes up at 4AM to tiger's feet pushing on his butt, telling him to get out of bed and that he needs to leave and go back to his own room. Bill is pissed, and he gives her the stank eye the whole day.

He is absolutely unwilling to go this entire vacation without some good lovin', and without being able to wake up with tiger snug in his arms, sucking softly on his thumb. It's just not going to happen. Bill doesn't care if he has to pack up his shit and fly to another fucking resort--it's happening.

He bristles at her the whole day, like a petulant child. He tones is down a lot when he can see that she's actually getting small on him, when he can tell that she's spiralling a bit and really thinking that she did something wrong. He puts his hand on her back as they head to the bar for another round of drinks, rubbing softly.

"You're good for me sweet girl," he coos in her ear, "You're so good for me."

"You're mad," she mumbles, "...at me."

"I'm not mad at you kid," he reassures, "I just need you so bad."

She bites her lip, hiding a shaky sigh and he crowds her space a bit more.

"Are you going to let me fix it?" he asks, "Let me take care of it, so I can have you?"

She looks at him with those big eyes, and his heart fucking stops.

"I need to have you," he murmurs to her, "Will you let me fix it?"

She nods, subtly, and he smiles gently at her.

"Good girl," he says, "My good girl."

And he disappears for a little while that afternoon, reappearing only around dinner time. He finds tiger at the beach bar, playing cards with a few from the group.

"There you are," he says, "I've been looking for you, kid."

He plops a kiss on her head, and nobody flinches--that's pretty normal for them.

"What's up, bud?" she asks.

"We have that excursion in 30 minutes. You didn't forget, did you?"

Tiger catches on real quick.

"Oh shit, I totally did," she says as she stands, " Sorry bud. Let me go uh...grab my stuff."

Bill extends his hand to her, helps her climb over a few legs and over the table.

"See you guys in a bit," he waves a hasty goodbye to the group, and starts walking with her back to the lobby.

"Lobby in 15 minutes. An overnight bag, sunscreen, that bikini I love," he tells her lowly as she takes a mental note of what she needs, "Oh, and tiger?"

She looks up at him, a little thrill running down her spine.

"No panties."

She has to stop the little giggle from escaping, has to physically refrain from skipping to her room to grab her things. And for his part, Bill barely just catches his own hand as it was on its way to a firm smack on her ass.

She meets him as instructed, and he's leaning against a powder blue car from the 1950s that is so typical in these small tropical towns.

"M'lady," he opens the car door for her, helping her into it before going to the other side. He looks comically large in the car, more so than usual, and tiger chuckles.

"Can you even drive here?" she asks. He gives her a mischievous smirk.

"Let's find out."

it takes about 20 minutes. Tiger holds his phone up and dictates the directions--but eventually the little car starts chugging up a hill, and tiger is trying to ignore how turned on she's getting watching Bill expertly switch gears, manipulate the stick shift, get the car up that goddamn hill like a boss--and the she sees it. This beautiful villa, sprawling, she can already see the infinity pool and humongous outdoor deck and the floor to ceiling windows, but most of all--she can't see anything, or anybody else. The villa stands alone, at the top of a mountain.

"Bill--" she starts, but it's cut off abruptly when his big hand covers her mouth. He doesn't say anything, just leans over and kisses her deeply. So deeply that they get a bit lost in it because goddamn it feels good to be able to do that again, but he snaps to his senses when tiger starts trying to crawl over the console and straddle his lap.

"Inside," he says breathlessly, "Let's go inside."

It's a hasty entrance. The bags are thrown by the entryway. The champagne that Bill had chilling on ice since the afternoon is ignored. Food will be delivered later, and he purposely chose a time where he knew they'd be able to get a few rounds in before they were disturbed. He shakes out his shoulders, trying to reel in his desire for just a second, and right as he's about to tell tiger to get on her knees he turns and sees that she's already kneeling for him.

"Good girl," he praises, walking over to her. He looms over her, snapping his fingers so she meets his eyes, and he takes her chin in his hand.

"Tiger, I have rules tonight."

"Yes," she murmurs, "Okay."

She mouths at his thumb, tries to close her lips around it, and he gives it to her. Her shoulders relax as she all but deflates.

"No panties for the next 24 hours. If I see them on you, I'm ripping them off," he says, "Understand?"

"Yes," she sighs breathily.

"You get everything you want tonight sweet girl, but if it's too much, then you tell me," he says, "Understand?"

"Yes."

"What are your words?"

"Yellow," she murmurs around his thumb, "Or pineapple."

He nods curtly.

"Last rule, and the most important one," he pulls his thumb from her mouth so that he has her full attention, shushing her harshly when she whines.

"If you're quiet for longer than 3 seconds, if the walls don't fucking shake with your moans for me, I'll fucking stop," he snarls, "Do you understand me?"

#bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard drabble #BFF!Bill #sub tiger #vacation bill

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empressapprentice · 4 years ago

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Arcana Headcanons: Engagement/Marriage with the Main 6

Recently made an Ao3 account and want to start posting headcanons as a way of becoming more comfortable writing fiction. Here’s my first attempt! Requests and feedback are always welcome. This first round is of proposals, engagements and marriage with the main 6. Personally I don’t even like the idea of marriage but I am so whipped for these characters I can’t help but imagine them proposing and everything ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Hope you enjoy this as much as I liked writing it!

Asra:

Wanted to marry you since the beginning, knew you were the one shortly after meeting you

Was going to propose when you ran away from the plague with him, part of the reason he was so devastated when you chose to stay behind

Became obsessive over not missing his chance again

While packing on the night of the resurrection ritual, he made sure to have the ring ready for when you woke up but quickly realized you couldn’t walk, talk or remember anything about your past so he had to wait

He was so excited to finally ask you to marry him when you defeated the devil together

The only thing that felt better than asking was when you said yes

The two of you get married (legally) ASAP, figuring Asra has waited long enough. Once the paperwork is set, you work on planning a celebration with friends

Julian:

Loves you more than anything and wants to make it official but has trouble overcoming his doubts that you want the same thing (even after you talked about it!)

He confides in Portia, who scolds him for not believing in your relationship and decides to help him plan the perfect proposal

Little does he know, you suspect Julian’s insecurities are holding him back and plan to just propose to him yourself

You also confide in Portia, asking her for advice too, who is waiting eagerly to see how this plays out

One day, during an afternoon tea at the Palace, Julian gets down on one knee, only to see you laugh. Poor thing has nearly has a heart attack until you reach into your own pocket to find the ring you bought him. You apologize for scaring him and exchange rings

After you get married, you have a long honeymoon traveling the world, getting into trouble and barely keeping your hands off each other

Nadia

Has a super cute canon proposal

The two of you decide to have a long engagement while rebuilding Vesuvia

It’s partially so the public can get used to the two of you and partially since you both prioritize the city’s needs over your personal desire to tie the knot

As long as the two of you are together in any form, you’re happy

You time your wedding to happen at the start of the following Masquerade so the rest of the event is a celebration of the Countess’ marriage

The wedding symbolizes Nadia’s commitment to major changes in Vesuvia, including a partner who is kind and dedicated to the well-being of the city instead of a certain goat…

You attend the first night of the Masquerade to party after the wedding and then decide you’ve done enough for Vesuvia and lock yourselves in Nadia’s room for a honeymoon~

Lucio

The two of you are traveling together and have a few drinks at the tavern you’re staying near

A few drinks turn into many, and you two wake up in the morning with pounding headaches and wedding bands on your fingers

You decide that you’ve wanted to marry each other for a long time and are glad things worked out like they did

In a surprising display of maturity, Lucio says that he is glad you didn’t have a big party and wants to just have a small celebration when you get back home

Lucio no longer needs massive shows of wealth to compensate for his insecurities and as a display of power. He knows you love him and doesn’t need anything else. However, he wants to commission several topiaries depicting your love story, dress you both in the most luxurious and ostentatious outfits possible, and involve swans, magic and fireworks into his vows

Portia

Portia also has an adorable canon proposal, and you can choose to elope onboard

Still, throughout your travels, Portia proposes to you loudly and publicly at each new city. You’re confused the first time, but know from the twinkle in her eye that it’s time to go into “partners-in-crime” mode so you play along

These displays get you free food at restaurants, upgraded rooms when staying on land and special souvenirs. Your wife is an evil genius.

Each time Portia proposes again, it gets harder and harder to keep from laughing but you are determined to keep it together

You arrive back in Vesuvia laden with gifts and stories of special privileges, teasing Julian relentlessly as he tries to guess how you got so many things for free (“I guess I’m just a better pirate than you are, Ilya!”)

Portia finally reveals that you two are married and he nearly faints in happiness

Your final con is when Nadia insists on having another ceremony at the Palace for you since you poor things got married on a boat

Muriel

You and Muriel are more than content to not get married—you don’t really need it when you live in a hut in the woods with chickens for neighbors…

But after one of your trips to the South, you find more artifacts and tapestries depicting Muriel’s culture’s marriage traditions

Though neither of you want a huge celebration, you decide you’re both ready for a new aspect to your relationship and agree that if you incorporate Southern traditions into a ceremony, it would help Muriel feel more connected to his culture

When Nadia finds about the ceremony, she insists on helping you source the needed materials and offers to host at the Palace

With the Palace’s resources (and coin), you have a beautiful ceremony that reflects Muriel’s heritage and the future you plan on having together

#the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana main 6 #headcanons #the arcana headcanons #asra x apprentice #julian x apprentice #nadia x apprentice #lucio x apprentice #portia x apprentice #muriel x apprentice #send requests #send feedback #nic arcana headcanons

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justaratswriting · 3 years ago

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Batfam and Mental Health

orOkay so I love Batman and all the things surrounding it. Like the idea of a random rich man who happens to be an orphan just suddenly adopting a ton of children is ridiculous, and thoroughly entertaining.

But I am also a big fan of psychology, and learning about the mind. So mental illness and related things are fascinating to me.

I notice that like strangely there is very little stuff about the batfam having mental illnesses or dealing with psychology or therapy. Don’t get me wrong there is still a lot addressing these things, but still with the things the family experiences you would think it would be a lot more prevalent in the writing about them, and especially fan fiction about them.

Like I think showing mental health through beloved characters would be really cool and could be a tool to destigmatize them. Like showing hero's with them would make really great representation, people could see them and think Oh I can still be a good person and helpful even if my mental disorder makes it hard and for things like depression or ADHD showing which misconceptions are harmful and don’t work.

I can also see this in the physical aspect, like I wish a hero would have something like chronic pain or one of the many invisible illnesses. To give representation and show how pushing through the pain can shut a person down for days.

The specific disorders I think would be really interesting of the top of my head is, depression, Anxiety, POTS, Fibromyalgia, Chronic pain, eating disorders, nerve damage, ADHD, Bipolar, OCD, Chronic fatigue, PTSD, c-PTSD, Autism, Elhers Danlos syndrome, And the one I really think would be interesting DID.

Like fore depression, showing how hard it is to get out of bed. Not showing constantly being sad but showing how it can be numbing. Acknowledging that in a disorder like this logic doesn’t always win even if you are the most logical person to live.

For anxiety showing how debilitating it can be. Looking into their minds to show the thought process, the mind fight itself and logic. Knowing their fears are unreasonable but not being able to shake the feeling. Show how for different people different things cause anxiety.

POTS or Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome, (super simply put it is a circulation disorder where upon standing up blood rushes to extremities and can cause all sorts of problems like fainting, pain in your feet, Dizziness, poor temperature regulation, etc. Also I am assuming people know what depression and anxiety is.) would be fascinating to me. Like having a hero that is constantly sitting down or biting down and pushing through the pain even a hero that has to slowly stand up. So in the middle of a battle being shoved down having to slowly stand up or risk fainting or vision completely blacking out for a while. Showing a hero who has learned to fight with no sight because of that very thing.

Or Fibromyalgia (This one I am a little less educated about but from what I understand, it is a disorder characterized by muscle pain and tenderness usually with no known cause, so from what I understand it usually is diagnosed after a ton of other disorders are eliminated and the pain is still occurring, often also has affect on sleep and memory/mood.) Like showing a hero having a particularly hard patrol and having to take a couple days off and constantly going places or trying things to help with the pain.

Or Chronic pain ( from what I understand the main difference between Fibromyalgia and Chronic pain is chronic pain has to do with the nerves and Fibromyalgia has to do with muscles, also Fibromyalgia has other thins to go with it like energy levels and mental functions so memory/mood.) Like a hero having constant pain even if they didn’t have a big fight, maybe showing them icing, heating, or taking pain meds and the rest of the family or team being super confused as to why. Before they know showing them freak out and worry that they went on a mission without telling anyone. Showing how it is a constant battle, that sometimes treatments will work and other times, for seemingly no reason they won’t.

I would also like to see eating disorders portrayed by the bat family. Showing how it’s not always a conscious choice, sometimes it is more along the lines of choosing something else over eating. Showing how people can use it for control or to punish themselves. Letting there be a male example, reminding people that they can happen to anyone. Allowing people to have representation. Show a recovery, how it is not impossible for anyone but not down playing how hard it is. It is a true and hard fight, and show how it can sneak up on you and drag you back. Not just one easy recovery, that recovery is a choice. You have to want it but you also need help, it is a long hard process and accessibility is everything. Show a family member making them food, show them sometimes eating it and others not. Also don’t only show under eating show how people can’t stop themselves from eating. Having cabinets locked to keep people out, for their own safety.

Or nerve damage, showing how years of their work and fighting can really mess someone up. Show someone suddenly losing all feeling or sensation in certain parts of their body or constant pain or even pinched nerves. Show how confusing it can be to not know what you are feeling. Show how weird it can be when you realize you are fine or that nothing is touching you or taking it in the opposite direction and not realizing you are hurt or someone is trying to be your attention. I would also love to see the batfam explain any of these injuries to the hero community or to the public. Maybe show the hero community really starting to look into mental and general health services.

ADHD or also ADD, showing how people can use it but also showing how hard it can be to control and fight. How much it can impede focusing and show situations it can put people in. Show a hero forgetting a huge part of their plan and falling but because of some random information from a hyper focus they still save the day.

Bipolar, showing the wild swings and how confusing it can be. Feeling like a different person, struggling with identity and their own decisions. Show them accidently pushing people away but also how hard they work to maintain family and friends that despite how unpredictable they can be their friends still stick around. Or if their friends can’t handle it show them peacefully and respectfully stepping out of their life. Show how hard that can be to except but that the future can end up better than you could ever hope.

OCD is really one I wish we saw in the hero's. Show their routines and things they do. Show the thought process, like if I don’t properly put the dishes away in fourteen seconds the joker will escape arkham. Show how terrifying the thoughts can be, but show how detail oriented it can make people and the beautiful art and amazing work that they can do. Show a person putting them selves at risk to comply with their routine. Like ignoring injuries to write a report. Show them and family or friends working to change the routine. Show how hard it is the moments they want to turn back and continue and how much they want to stop but show them not giving up and making the differences they want. Show them accomplishing things, show their compulsions actually keeping them safe.

Or even chronic fatigue, Show the fight each morning. Them saving energy, the disconnect between how exhausted you are mentally vs. physically. Show a hero that 50% of the time physically is too exhausted to be in the field so they offer technical support. Show a hero crashing, suddenly just not having enough energy to finish patrol or even get home. So someone has to come pick them up. Show them getting stuck in a fight and how hard it can be to do anything much less a fight.

Let the characters have PTSD or c-PTSD, show flashbacks and being stuck in your head. All of the bat family has lived through horrors please show it affecting them. Show how they get help how they work through it show what can happen and how bad it can get if it is unaddressed.

Show them having autism and how it is just a different way of life that there is nothing inherently wrong with it and how the ignorance that surrounds it and similar disorders can hurt and affect people. Show how it can be simple things that can show it or affect it. Try and look at it from their perspective and what things happen that should not just because they way someone is.

Elhers Danlos syndrome, show the pain, the misdiagnosis, the process, the fight. Show how disabilities like this and several others including ones I have mentioned can cause a person to need medical equipment such as wheelchairs and braces. Show how not everyone using a wheelchair can’t walk. Show how limiting it can be and the precautions you have to take but don’t make everything about how hard it can be. Show how using a Wheelchair while not ideal can open up so many opportunities. Show them actually being able to go on family vacations and amusement parks because they have a wheelchair. Show how important it is to have ramps and accommodations for similar things so people can participate and so people can actually go places they want. Always show how hard people with disabilities and such work. Show them trying to get treatment and trying new treatments show how it isn’t as simple as getting a knee brace or two.

And finally coming to one that absolutely fascinates me, DID or Dissociative Identity Disorder formerly known as multiple personality disorder. But don’t do this one completely uneducated, it is already a very stigmatized disorder. Show how Alters communicate. Show how they all work together and that they were made so the body and mind could survive. Make full characters just put them in one body. Show the confusion once they find out, show them slowly realizing and learning signs and what happened to them. Show each of the Alters having different friends and maybe understanding and knowing the family different. Show the different reasons and setups systems can have. Show system responsibility and each Alter working on themselves and to make a life for the system. Show the roles Alters will take. Show the horrible process of fragmenting and what things can cause it but also show healing and people supporting and accepting systems.

Overall showing good parts of all the struggles people can have but not ignoring how hard they can be or glorifying them to people who don’t understand. Showing misconceptions and how support can affect these disorders. And most important in my mind, giving hope and a future to look forward to for the people with these disorders.

#batman #chronic illness #mental health #batfam headcanons #batboys #bat bois #batfam

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nengojo · 4 years ago

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Could we please get some relationship headcanons for Ann, Makoto, Futaba and Haru?

i kinda went overboard and wrote more than I expected... but i am a sap for relationship hcs!! also saw that 4/23 is makoto’s bday, which is very cool and convenient for me hehe ,, hope you like this <33

word count: 1.549 warnings: SLIGHT STORY SPOILER IN HARU'S PART tags/genre: fluff, just all of it

requests are open!

Takamaki Ann

She loves to pamper you. Be it buying you stuff, treating you her favorite desserts, or staying over at your place and dressing you up with cute outfits. You try to do the same for her and she enjoys it as well.

A LOT of PDA, though it’s not over the top. She’d pepper kisses all over your face whenever she’s excited. Or always bury her face in your neck whenever she needs to be closer to you.

Even though Ann hasn’t dated anyone before you, she definitely learned and read up on how to be the best girlfriend. Probably read those relationships magazines (she denies it though)

Ann prefers simpler dates at the park or karaoke, but she wouldn’t mind making reservations for fancier restaurants if there’s an occasion. Would definitely choose buffets over the 5-star restaurant though.

Speaking of occasions, she’s the type to have celebrations for every little thing you guys do together as a couple. It can range from monthsaries, your first beach date, or your first night together. Ann keeps trinkets with her from every date you two go on.

Ann always has you on her mind. If she sees a new cheesecake shop, she buys it thinking that you would enjoy sharing it with her. When she saw cute phone charms, she bought a pair so you and her would have a “couple-y” item.

Would be into double dates, she doesn’t say it, but it definitely comes from her competitive side of showing off. Ann wants everyone to know she’s dating the best person ever. 💕

Introduces you to her parents through Skype. Ann says she couldn’t wait till her parents come back from their trips, so you could properly meet them. She quells your nervousness by saying that they already approved of you.

Petnames are minimal, but it’s very sweet when she does use them with you. You think it’s because she enjoys the flustered expression on your face when she calls you “baby” or “sweetie”.

Ann’s just a proud girlfriend! Be ready to be treated like the royalty you are, as you made her feel her worth once more.

Niijima Makoto

Similar to Ann, she values your relationship and you greatly. Makoto would be careful as possible around you. Always tending to your needs, mindful of what she says and does around you. There’s constant communication between you and her.

Probably would overheat out of embarrassment if she tries to cling onto you when in public, so hand-holding and touching knees while sitting together is enough for her.

Makoto DEFINITELY researched every possible tip and ‘guide’ on how to be the perfect girlfriend. You insist that she doesn’t need to incorporate all those into your relationship, saying that she’s perfect as the way she is.

With all that studying though, she actually sets up the best dates for you two. She always invites you to a newly-opened restaurant or gets the best seats whenever there’s a film showing nearby.

That said, she still prefers dates in secluded areas, places similar to Leblanc. She has this favorite nature trail that she found out about in dating forums and would take you there on nightly walks, talking about everything and nothing.

Makoto doesn’t announce your relationship to others, thinking that it’s better if people found out naturally. She likes the look on people’s faces when she admits to having a significant other while she acts all innocent and pure about it.

Her sister would openly confront her about your relationship, but Sae is lowkey super supportive of you and her. She says it’s good that someone is at Makoto’s side when she isn’t there.

She acts composed around others, but you’re the only one she lets see her vulnerable side. You tell her it’s adorable that you can easily tease her. (please don’t tease her too much or she’ll implode from being too flustered)

Makoto would think she’s too mature for petnames, but you don’t hold it against her, especially when she says your name with so much love in her voice every time.

Makoto is an observant girlfriend! She says it’s because she wants you to know that she genuinely cares and that she’s grateful to be yours.

Sakura Futaba

Futaba’s relationship with you feels natural from the start, despite her insistence that she would suck being a girlfriend. You reassure her at the start that she would do great with little to no effort, and she does :)

Wouldn’t even think twice about PDA, She feels safe and secure when she’s closer to you, so the more contact, the better. If she could, Futaba would shamelessly cling onto your back like a koala. (and you’d let her)

She says that experience is the best teacher, so she went into your relationship completely blind. The whole thing had its setbacks; she tried to kiss you out of nowhere one time, since “that’s what couples do, right?” You told her that there was no rush, and she was grateful for that.

She’s a fast learner though, and it manifests in her innocent but sincere gestures. When she thinks that you’re sad, she tells you jokes or shows you a meme she liked on her phone. Futaba thinks that whatever makes her happy, might cheer you up too.

Absolutely loves talking about her interests to you, because she knows that you would never judge her or question what she likes. You enjoy being on the listening side, since the way Futaba lights up is enough for you.

Alternatively, she’s a very active listener whenever you would talk about your day or share something about your interests. Futaba encourages you to tell her more about it, and on her own time, she learns about your said interests so she can participate in the conversations better.

In terms of interests, she convinced you to play video games with her (if you don’t already play) and it’s already a date for the two of you. Dates always involve either trips to Akihabara, arcade hopping, or the park when she wants quiet times with you.

Sojiro enjoys seeing you two interact whenever you guys stop by at Leblanc. When Futaba was in the restroom, he whispered to you saying that he hasn’t seen Futaba this energetic ever since she was a kid. That meant a lot to you.

She started calling you exaggerated names like “my lovely sweetheart babycakes” or “little fluffball whiskers”. Other than that, her favorite petname for you was “bub”, since she said the funny word fit you well. You love hearing it from her too.

Futaba is a heartfelt girlfriend! Your bond with each other has always been close, and now you get the chance to be closer.

Okumura Haru

Haru would be reserved from openly showing affection at the start, but you give her all the time and space she needs. She appreciates it greatly and reciprocates the effort in kind.

PDA is a no-no, although she does unknowingly flirt with you in the sweetest way. She has a way with words that makes the simplest compliment seem like the highest praise, and it’s enough to make you feel loved.

With her training for marriage, she obviously knows the basic aspects of a relationship. Taking care of you comes naturally to her, yet you were there to show her that she can receive the same amount of love that she readily gives to you.

You teased her about how she acts more like a mother to you, and she misunderstood and profusely apologized (poor sweetheart). Haru explains that she loves seeing you thrive and be happy, which in turn makes her happy.

It started as an innocent suggestion, but Haru wanted to write love letters to you from time to time. In most instances she would pass it onto you after a date, saying that you should read it when you get home. Other times she would quietly slip it in your bag as a surprise for you to find.

You’ve come to appreciate the craft that Haru puts into the letters. She always chooses the delicate papers, sometimes scented. And other letters had pressed flowers in the envelope. The most precious thing in the letter though was her confessions and affirmations.

Haru lets you choose your date locations since she wants to be more accustomed to city life. You once brought her to a conveyor belt sushi place, and you couldn’t handle the joy in your eyes when you saw her be fascinated about it. “It just moves in little trains! It’s so innovative and cute,” she says.

When you were closer with her, she opened up more about her father to you, even inviting you to visit the shrine dedicated to him in the mansion. That was the first time you saw her cry, and you promised yourself to do your best so you never have to see her like that again.

Romantic petnames suit her well, but she only uses them when you two are alone. Hearing Haru call you “my lily” or “my light” always caught you off-guard no matter how many times you have heard it.

Haru is a compassionate girlfriend! She treats you as delicately as she acts and you know that you’re in good hands with her, as she is with your own.

#persona 5 x reader #persona 5 imagines #ann takamaki #ann takamaki x reader #makoto niijima #makoto niijima x reader #futaba sakura #futaba sakura x reader #haru okumura #haru okumura x reader #persona 5 x you #phantom thieves x reader #nenshcs #request #HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAKOTO!! ur the best girl in my heart

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cora-vizsla · 4 years ago

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The Kings Pet (4)

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Word Count: 5.3K

Warnings: Angst. Like this entire thing is angst. Feelings of loss. Kidnapping. Drugged (not in great detail). Unwanted sexual advances (nothing happens and no one is hurt or touched but it is presumed it would have happened if reader wasn’t a badass). Boba Fett doing what Boba Fett does. Cannon typical violence (reader can hear it happening but doesn’t see anything). Nothing super gory. Sex. Unprotected sex (established relationship). Fluff.

A/N: There is talk of a new character wanting sexual contact with reader that she does not reciprocate. Nothing happens and it is stopped long before it could happen. Boba Fett loses his absolute shit and beats the hell out of someone but reader does not see it. I tried to write this in a way that would get the point across without being too graphic. There is a LOT of angst in this. Please be prepared for that! If you aren’t sure if this would trigger you or upset you, please feel free to send me a message or ask and we can discuss it. I don’t want anyone to feel uncomfortable! As always, if there are any warnings I miss please let me know!

Things felt different after your time with Boba and Fennec. You couldn’t really attribute it to the actual sex aspect of things because Fennec had always been physically close to you. She still pulled you onto her lap or sat on the arm of the throne and played with your hair. It was hard to admit but no one but you were really acting any differently.

Nothing physically had changed but you felt different. You woke up in the mornings and went through your normal routine. You ended up on the floor on your pillow, but you found yourself afraid to lean on your king’s leg. You could feel him looking at you, but he never asked what was wrong. You figured it didn’t matter as long as you were doing what he wanted of you. You still slept in his bed and whenever he wanted something you were more than enthusiastic. It was the only time you felt like you were actually worth much to him.

The days passed as they normally did. Boba stayed home more healing from his injuries. Din came to visit and update the king on what was happening with Bo Katan. The more you heard about her the more you disliked her. She seemed stuck up and you hoped you didn’t need to meet her. Not that you would ever say that since it wasn’t up to you who walked into Boba’s palace.

Din looked at you often, but you didn’t move. He asked you questions every now and then, truthfully trying to be friendly, but you never had much to say. You’d answer his questions in a nice way, but you could feel there wasn’t much behind your words. He seemed to notice when he would sigh and give up trying to talk to you.

What made it worse was when Boba and Din started speaking only in Mando’a around each other. You were never sent away but they stopped using basic. You would have been able to understand even huttese but their native language was far too complicated and foreign to you. You did glance up when you heard Boba say mesh’la and occasionally Din would motion towards you. The fear and idea of Boba not wanting you anymore kept you silent and unwilling to even ask what was going on.

The moment you realized he was done with you was when he commanded you to leave the throne room. New guests had come in and he immediately told you to leave. It startled you but you obeyed immediately. Fennec didn’t even watch you walk by and it shattered your heart. You were so busy being hurt that you had missed the way he had tensed when they walked in. You had missed the threatening demeanor and the way that the guest leered at you. All you could focus on was the fact he didn’t want you.

Later that day Boba stormed into the room and said he was leaving. You stayed curled up on the bed and gave him a weak nod. He looked at you but made no move to touch you.

“When I return, we need to talk.”

“Yes sir.”

Tears slipped from your eyes when he left the room, wearing all of his gear. Fennec came in and checked on you a few times, but you didn’t speak to her other than to let her know that you were fine and didn’t need anything. You couldn’t bear to look at her knowing that soon you would be gone. You silently cried until there was no way you could anymore.

It was late, definitely dark already, before you climbed out of bed. You walked into the empty throne room and ran your fingers across the seat the man you cared so much about sat on every day. You would miss more than anything just being close to him. You sat on your pillow and leaned back against the cool material behind you.

“I’m going to miss you, Boba.”

You whispered the words but jumped when you heard a laugh come from the stairs entering the room. You stood up as three men walked in, hands on their blasters. You tried to pinpoint who they were, but you couldn’t figure out where you had seen them before.

“Did the king leave his little pet all alone?”

“It sure looks like it, doesn’t it?”

“Poor little pet. Do you need company?”

You stiffened and their voiced flooded back into your memory. They were the men that came in when Boba sent you away. You glanced over at the side to see if Fennec was near but whipped your head back towards the men when you heard a blaster click. It was pointed directly at you.

“Don’t do something stupid, doll face. If you do anything other than breathe and what we tell you to do, Boba Fett will find you dead on the floor when he comes back.”

They had been slowly moving towards you, hunting their prey. When they got close enough, the one to your left grabbed you and pulled you off the raised floor you were on. You yelped when you crashed to the floor and he laughed at you.

“I can see why he keeps you. You are a beautiful little thing on your knees.”

“Shut up. We need her in one piece. Cuff her and let’s go.”

“Alright, boss. Whatever you say.”

He hooked your arm and twisted it behind you, hooking binders to your wrist. He did the same with the other arm right after. You stumbled when he pulled you forward, trying to resist as much as you could.

“We don’t have time for this.”

You felt a sharp prick on your neck, and everything went dark.

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Your eyes started to flutter open and you groaned. Your hands were still bound behind your back, but you were laying on your stomach. The mattress below you was dirty and you grimaced that your face was touching it. With a grunt you twisted so you could sit up.

“Finally awake. Thought maybe we had killed you.”

You looked over to your captors sitting at a small round table playing cards. The entire room was dark and cold. It still felt dry, so you wondered if you were underground somewhere on Tattooine.

“How long was I asleep?”

“Day or so. My associate gave you far too much sedative.”

You shivered at the memory of the needle hitting you. You shift your body so you could lean back against the wall and keep most of the pressure off your arms. You looked down at the chain hooked to the bracers that was firmly anchored into the wall. There wasn’t much chance of getting away.

“Why did you take me?”

The one who kept answering you scoffed and looked at you incredulously.

“You’re Boba Fetts property. When he comes looking for you, he will have to pay. Do you know how many credits we can get for the Kings pet?”

You felt your chest deflate and he noticed.

“What?”

“He was about to kick me out. He didn’t want me anymore. No one will come looking for me.”

You looked down at your knees and felt tears sting your eyes again.

“Well, we will give it a few days. If he doesn’t; you’ll still fetch a pretty penny to the right buyer.”

You curled into yourself knowing that no one would be rescuing you. You had accepted that you needed to leave but you weren’t planning on being sold off. You wished you had opened up to Din more. Maybe he would have looked for you if you hadn’t been such a pain in the ass. Fennec too. Boba didn’t want you but maybe the other two would have a shred of decency for you.

You cried while you sat and listened to them talk. They switched from basic to Huttese even though you knew it. You didn’t let them know that you knew they were going to sell you to a Hutt if Boba didn’t find you. The Hutt’s hated Boba with a passion for not stopping Jaba from getting killed so they would be thrilled to own his pet. They just weren’t going to tell them that he had already grown bored of you.

Once night fell, they decided to take turns staying up to make sure you didn’t try to break your chain. The first one was the one who had drugged you. You didn’t like how he leered at you or some of the comments he made about your legs. Though you fought it, you finally started to fall asleep. You startled awake when you heard him walking closer to you.

“Calm down, doll face. We don’t want the other guys coming out, right?”

You nodded and bit back your anger. You were fine with Boba owning you because you loved him. It was an agreement, not something being forced on you. You stomach churned thinking about anyone else touching you. As soon as he got close enough, you smashed your forehead into his nose. It hurt like hell but the blood pouring from his now broken nose was satisfying.

“You bitch!”

He backhanded you hard enough for you to taste copper in your mouth. You spit the blood in his face, and he reared back just in time for the other guys to run out.

“What the fuck are you doing!? Are you kidding me!?”

They yanked him away. One dragged him back towards where the rooms were, and their leader grabbed your chin to check your face out.

“Is that your plan now? Let your guys rape me until someone buys me?”

“Fuck. He wasn’t.. what he did wasn’t acceptable. For that I am sorry. I’ll deal with him.”

“You’re all lucky Boba isn’t looking for me. He doesn’t like people touching what is his.”

His face paled slightly as he cleaned up your face. You had a cut on your face, and it felt like you were going to have a black eye from the headbutt. Once he was done cleaning you up, he walked away and shouting ensued from the back rooms. You finally fell asleep hoping that no one would touch you.

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You woke up to loud noises and blaster fire. You curled into yourself hoping no stray shot would hit you. There was a loud thud and yelling, telling no one to move. You flinched when heavy footsteps got closer and a hand grabbed your arm.

“Hey, hey. It’s me.”

You looked up to see Din kneeling in front of you. He unhooked the bracers quickly letting you rub at your wrists. He looked at them then up at your face. You winced when he gently grabbed your chin and moved your face to look at the damage.

“Is she okay?”

You winced again at the gravelly voice you knew to be Boba’s. Din looked back at him and shook his head.

“She’s hurt.”

“What the fuck did you do to her?”

You saw that the two left were the ones working for the one presumably dead on the floor. The one you had the least interaction with tried to explain but Boba shot him before he could say much. He stalked forward and grabbed the one who had tried to hurt you and slammed him against the wall.

“Answer me. Now.”

“Nothing. Tried to use her for what she’s good for but the stupid bitch headbutt me.”

“What she’s good for?”

Boba’s head tilted just slightly to the right. The man in front of him had no idea just how dangerous that was.

“Figured since she was known for you being your little slut you had her trained right. Guess not.”

Boba growled and grabbed him by the throat.

“She is mine.”

You winced when the crack of bone rang out in the small room as his face was met by a fist. He continued punching him over and over. A sob slipped through your lips and Din pulled you to him.

“Don’t look. Hold onto me and I’ll get you out of here.”

The silver Mandalorian wrapped his arms around you and carried you out of the room as Boba continued to beat on the man who presumably would have raped you if given the chance. You desperately wanted to get the sickening sound out of your head, so you focused in on Dins voice.

“Did he?”

“No. I fought back, and the other guys pulled him away. It wasn’t.. it wasn’t their plan.”

Once you were outside Din set you down and knelt in front of you, inspecting your injuries more thoroughly. You hissed when his fingers touched too close to your wounds and he huffed a sigh.

“Fennec should have medical supplies to take care of you. Once Boba-“

You both looked over at the sound of his spurs got closer. His shoulders were taught, and you shivered at the blood he had spattered on the front of his armor. He looked down at you, so you averted your eyes quickly. He balled his fists and started walking.

“Time to go back.”

Din helped you to your feet and you clung to his arm. Your legs weren’t hurt but they were cramping from sitting for too long. You pushed through and all three of you climbed into Slave I. No one spoke a word on the short flight back to the palace. When the ramp descended Fennec was waiting. She huffed out a sigh of relief when she saw you, but Boba quickly got in her face.

“This is your fault. You had one job and it was to protect her until I got back.”

“I-it was my fault. Boba, it wasn’t anything that Fennec did. I walked-“

He whipped around and pointed at you effectively shutting you up.

“We will speak later. This has nothing to do with you.”

You wrapped your arms around yourself and walked around them, heading into the palace. You heard Din’s feet behind you, but you stopped. You had no idea where you were going. Boba had been wanting to tell you to leave, that much you knew. You knew it deep in your soul. You didn’t feel right going to his room and Fennec was going to be furious at you.

“Why don’t you sit down, and I can take care of that cut?”

“I’m fine but thank you.”

Din said your name, your real name, and you turned to look at him.

“You need your wounds looked at. Let me do it. Please.”

You finally nodded and he led you over to the raised floor by the throne. He stood to your side by your knees and gently pat at the cut on your face with the medical supplies that had been sitting there. You started crying so he stopped quickly.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No. Sorry. No. It wasn’t anything that you did. I.. I’ll be fine.”

He hesitated but started cleaning the cut again.

“The bruise is going to be nasty. You headbutt him?”

“I didn’t want him to touch me and my hands were tied.”

“I’m not chastising you. It’s impressive. My headbutts usually leave me less damaged. Maybe I need to get you a helmet.”

You gave him a teary laugh and smiled.

“I don’t have any bacta but I think you’ll be okay. Shouldn’t scar as long as you take care of it.”

“Thanks, Din.”

“You’re welcome. Is there anything I can do?”

You looked up at him and took a deep breath.

“If.. When Boba.. will you take me with you? I don’t care if you drop me off on a random planet I just.. I can’t be out on my own on Tattooine again.”

“You don’t want to be here?”

“Of course I want to be here but.. He’s going to tell me to leave. Especially now. He wasted his time looking for me when he had so many other things to do. He’s saved my life twice now.”

“If he didn’t want to look for you, he wouldn’t have. What is this about?”

“He thinks.. he thinks I’m only here to use him. You heard what he said. He thinks I’m only here because I benefit from it. He keeps Fennec here to make sure I don’t run. He doesn’t trust me and he.. he doesn’t want me the way I want him.”

You hiccupped a sob and covered your mouth, trying to calm yourself down.

“When he was hurt you mean? I told you not to take that personally. He was injured and scared.”

“No. He keeps Fennec here all the time. Even before that. It’s so I don’t run.”

“Is this why you’ve been so quiet lately? Boba thought he did something wrong.”

“What? No! No I just.. everything he did I could tell that he was getting tired of me.”

Din stood up tall and looked down at you. Boba was making his way down the stairs and walked directly to you. You clenched your jaw at the blood all over him and shivered. He grabbed your chin more gently than you expected and looked at the bruises and cut.

“I cleaned them up for her. I don’t have any bacta.”

“I just sent Fennec for some”

He picked up your hands and looked at your wrists, swearing under his breath.

“You need rest. Go lay down.”

“I-I’m okay.”

“I’m not asking.”

He looked down at you but with his helmet on you weren’t sure just how angry he was. You slipped off the ledge you were sitting on and went back to the bedroom. You heard the two of them starting to speak in Mando’a and you wished desperately you knew what they were saying. Once you were in the bedroom you sat on the edge of the bed and sighed. The entire room smelled like him and it hurt knowing you soon wouldn’t be there anymore. Your mind was racing and the last thing you wanted to do was sleep.

“I told you to lay down.”

You jumped at the voice and saw Boba with his helmet off leaning against the doorway.

“S-sorry.”

He pulled his armor off and set it down before walking to you. He knelt down and moved so he was between your knees. He put his hands on your thighs and you internally cursed knowing he would feel how much you were shaking.

“Tell me what happened.”

“I.. I went into the throne room for.. they came in and held a blaster to me. It was late and Fennec was already asleep. It wasn’t her fault please don’t be mad-“

“What happened next?”

“They put the binders on me behind my back and when I tried to stop them from taking me, they gave me drugs. I don’t know what they were, but I was out for almost a day they said. They laughed and said they thought they killed me.”

Boba growled and tensed his hands slightly.

“What next?”

“They told me that you would pay for me. They were just waiting for you to get ahold of them and pay whatever fee they named. But I told them that you wouldn’t be coming to find me so they started finding a Hutt that would buy me instead.”

“Why wouldn’t I have come to get you?”

“I.. I know that you’ve grown tired of me and I’m becoming more of a-“

“Who said that?”

He snapped at you and you shrunk away from him. He grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him.

“Who told you that?”

“N-no one. I could see it. When you were hurt you.. you said that you knew I was only here because of what you could give me. Fennec is here to keep me from running. I owe you and I can never give you enough to repay that. Now you’ve saved me again and I have nothing to give you. You don’t even trust me not to bolt out the door.”

He fell silent and tears started falling again. He said your name gently and motioned for you to look at him fully.

“I never should have said that to you. Mesh’la, I don’t think you’re going to run. It’s what I fear. I fear that one morning I will wake up and you will be gone. I will not hold you against your will and I fear that you stay because you do feel like you owe me. You owe me nothing.”

“W-what?”

“Oh, you silly girl. I care for you very deeply. Your insecurities are not one sided. I often find myself wondering why such a beautiful woman would want to stay with a scarred old man like me.”

“Boba, you mean everything to me. I just want to make you happy and be by your side. You started talking to Din in Mando’a and then sent me away so I thought..”

“We were speaking of you. We were trying to figure out how to talk to you. Din tried but you were so shut off he didn’t think he was making progress.”

“You’ve never sent me away before.”

“I knew they were trouble. And they were. They took you from me.”

He cupped both sides of your face gently and gave you a gentle smile.

“If it is your wish to leave, I will not stop you though I would be devastated to see you go. However, no one will ever take you from me. I will scour the galaxy to find you and keep you safe. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I gave those men mercy for killing them quickly. Well, two of them at least.”

“The one you beat was the one that want to...”

“I know, mesh’la. I am so sorry you had to go through that. He will never touch you again. No one will unless it’s what you want.”

You nodded at him, still nervous to look him directly in the eyes. He pulled you to his chest and held you tight. You tentatively wrapped your arms around him in return.

“Did I scare you?”

“What?”

“When I hurt them. Did I scare you?”

“A little. Just the sound.”

“The sound?”

“I could hear his bones snapping.”

“Sounded satisfying to me.”

You looked up at him with a skeptical look, so he laughed at you.

“I am not a soft man, mesh’la. I will always do what it takes even if that means killing. They were not the first and they will not be the last.”

“I know. I just didn’t expect you to kill for me.”

“There are very few I wouldn’t kill for you.”

“Are you mad at Fennec?”

He sighed and moved to sit down next to you. Once he did, he pulled you, so you were straddling him.

“Yes. She should have stayed in here with you. We all could tell something was wrong. She thought you were upset with her.”

“Why would I be upset with her? She’s been nothing but kind to me.”

“You started acting different after you let her touch you.”

You felt your face flush and shook your head.

“No. I wasn’t ever upset about that. It was because I thought you wanted me to leave.”

“Never.”

“Then what did you want to talk about?”

“I was going to ask you if you wanted to be here. I didn’t know what else to do. I couldn’t stand seeing you so unhappy.”

“Oh.”

“My sweet girl, I am so sorry that my actions made you believe I didn’t want you to be here. When I have to go you are what keeps me coming back. You are one of the very few things that have brought me happiness in my very dark life.”

He kissed you more gently than he ever had before. You sighed and finally let yourself melt into his arms. You knew that you had been keeping yourself away from him for the most part but even before that, he never showed that much passion or care when he would touch you. It was more than you ever could have hoped for.

“You may be my pet, my princess, but you hold so much power over me. I can’t promise you an easy life, but I will always make it as enjoyable for you as I can.”

You nodded; any words you possibly could have responded with caught in your throat.

“Din told me you asked to go with him. Is that what you want?”

“No. I just couldn’t stay on this maker forsaken planet without you.”

“You never have to.”

He stood, turning so he could gently lay you down on the bed. He pulled everything but his pants off and climbed in next to you. He gently ran his fingers across your bruised face and swore in a mix of Basic and Mado’a.

“I must look like a mess.”

“You are still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

You felt your face flush, so you turned away from him. He gently turned you back to face him with a sound of annoyance.

“Don’t hide from me, mesh’la.”

He kissed you again, gently, careful not to hurt you. His hands ran down your body and started to slowly and gently pull your clothes off. Part of you was terrified of him seeing more bruises but you shuddered when you remembered how dirty the bed was that you were on. Getting the clothes off would be a blessing. Once all of your clothes were discarded, he found each bruise and mark on your body and kissed them gently. You felt like your chest was going to cave in at how adored and cherished you felt. It wasn’t something you thought you would ever get from Boba.

“I am so sorry, cyar’ika. I will never let anyone touch you again. I’ll destroy planets just to keep you safe.”

“Come here.”

He looked up at you with dark eyes, blown wide with lust and something else you couldn’t quite pinpoint. You were suddenly afraid of him chastising you for trying to break out of your dynamic. You had never tried to be anything but obedient. Instead, he moved up, gently pulling your legs so they were wrapped around his waist. He held himself above you and kissed you gently.

“Tell me what you want, cyar’ika. Tell me what you need.”

“You. I just need you.”

He slipped his pants off and discarded them on the floor quickly, moving back to you. He kissed you deeply again, stealing your breath. When he gently pressed himself into you, a soft moan slipped from your lips. You had been intimate with him when you thought he wanted you to leave, but you’d been absent; afraid to truly let yourself feel anything for him.

“Such beautiful sounds you make.”

You expected him to turn brutal and rough since he was fully inside of you. It never happened. The only way you could describe what he was doing was making love to you. His hands held you gently and his kisses were even more delicate. He treated you like you were a prize that would easily break if he moved the wrong way. He pulled his face away just far enough to look into your eyes.

“Gar cuyir ner oyay. Ner darasuum kar'taylir darasuum.” (You are my life. My eternal love.)

You had no idea what he said to you, but you felt the sincerity. You felt the adoration coming from him. You felt stupid for thinking that the man completely consuming you would ever want you to leave. The longer he made love to you the more you felt it. He had never uttered the words to you, at least not that you understood, but his actions showed you.

He loved you.

It wasn’t very long before you were coming undone. It wasn’t the usual brutal climax that would hit you so hard you saw stars. This slowly built until there was nothing in existence around you. It was only you and Boba. Only you and your King. You were surprised when he finished with you, staying close. He peppered your face with kisses as you came down.

“Welcome back, princess.”

You felt tears starting to betray your overwhelmed state as he looked down at you. He tried to ask you what was wrong, but you pulled him close to you and finally let yourself truly cry in front of him. He held you close as he rolled to the side, not wanting to hurt you.

“You truly thought I didn’t want you anymore.”

You nodded and tried to wipe your eyes, but he beat you to it. He cradled your face and wiped every tear that fell from your eyes.

“I wish you would have just spoken to me. I could have quelled all of those fears.”

“I’m sorry, Boba.”

“Don’t be sorry. I’m sorry that you felt like you couldn’t talk to me.”

“I have a question, if that’s okay?”

“Of course, mesh’la.”

“What.. what did you say to me? When we were.. what did that mean?”

“I told you that you are my life and my eternal love.”

Your breath hitched again, and he chuckled lightly, pressing his forehead to yours.

“You need to learn Mando’a if you’re going to keep hanging around Mandalorians.”

You laughed lightly and then put your hand over your mouth, trying not to laugh even harder.

“What?”

“I just.. at least Mando’a is prettier than Huttese.”

“You speak that garbage language?”

You nodded again, laughing behind your hand.

“I would much prefer to learn your language. I never know what you’re saying to me.”

“I’m usually calling you beautiful. Mesh’la. Sounds better than fucking Huttese.”

You laughed out fully again, and he tucked you against his chest, pulling the sheet across your bodies. You reveled in his touch and comfort, finally letting yourself love him the way you wanted to. He may have been one of the most dangerous men in the universe, but to you he would always be salvation.

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Bonus:

“Stay still.”

“Ouch!”

“I told you to stay still.”

“This is stupid.”

“So is not using bacta when it can heal up those ugly bruises faster.”

“Fennec stop being so damn rough!”

“Then sit still.”

You huffed out a sigh and tried to not move. You hissed when she pressed her fingers against your bruised face, and it earned you a glare.

“No more headbutting people. Got it?”

“Din said he’s going to get me a helmet so I can.”

She finally laughed and kissed the top of your head once she was done.

“There. Now leave it alone and your face will heal much faster.”

“Thank you.”

She sat down and pulled you into her lap.

“You scared me when you were gone, pet.”

“You thought I ran.”

“No. I just knew something was bothering you, but I saw the footprints. I saw they dragged you out. So, I called Boba even though I knew I was going to get my ass handed to me.”

“Well, thank you for calling him. I was almost sold to a Hutt.”

She grimaced and then smirked at you, her usual mirth returning.

“What would you have done then? I doubt they would have felt you headbutt them. You’d just be all slimy.”

“Ew, Fennec. I don’t even want to think about that.”

She laughed and wrapped her arms around you, holding you close. You rest your head on her shoulder and sighed.

“I’m glad you’re safe, pet.”

“Me too. I don’t want to be anywhere but here.”

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head-always-up-in-a-dreamworld · 4 years ago

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An Unpredictable Reunion (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

A/N: Hello there! This is my first try at fanfiction here, hope you’ll like it! The only warning is probably some grammar mistakes (sorry in advance). Any helpful criticism is highly accepted :)

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An Unpredictable Reunion

Bucky watched the space where literally just a couple of seconds before stood his best friend. He slightly smirked thinking what Steve was going to do. They never spoke it aloud but Bucky knew after his first trip back in time Steve felt as something missed in his life. Seeing Peggy from a distance made something rise in himself. Bucky knew Steve wasn’t coming back. He was going to stay back in the 40s, back in their time. Steve wasn’t going to let this opportunity go. He had tried his best to keep up with all the new technologies and the new society he was thrown in, but his heart had always remained in Brooklyn 1940s with Peggy. And Bucky understood him perfectly, he would have done the same given the opportunity. The question was indirectly made by Steve and Bucky would have loved nothing more than going back to their old timeline before Thanos, before the battles, before Hydra. He often wished he was living in his shitty and poor apartment before the war, before the numerous brainwashing and the tortures. He dreamed he could go back to hold his fiancée Y/N, dance with her and love her just as he had promised her. He was jealous of Steve for this reason. Steve could go back and spend the rest of his life with the woman he loved. As much as he ached to do the same, Bucky just couldn’t go back and live in the same years he had already lived in the vest of the Winter Soldier. Most importantly, he didn’t want his beautiful girl to live with a murderer like himself. He felt unworthy of her love, he loved her more than life itself so he thought it was the right thing to do. He decided to not be selfish and let her live her life sparing her the burden he would be to her, even if this meant he was not going to have the love of his life with him. He was going to be alone for the rest of his existence and to him it was well deserved, the important thing was for Y/N to be happy.

A couple more seconds had passed and now Sam and Bruce were beginning to fear Steve was somewhere lost in another age. Bucky let the smallest smirk cross his face and turned his back to the platform. He could hear the worry in the other men’s voices. However, as he was making his way towards Bruce he heard Sam curious and confused voice exclaim: “Who the hell is that? Did we turn him into a woman?”.

Bucky inarched an eyebrow. ‘Woman?’

He turned back again and immediately his confused eyes landed on a figure he was sure he wasn’t going to see anywhere but in his dreams. On the platform, where ten seconds before Steve departed, now stood a woman dressed in a knee-length blue dress with white decorations. Bucky recognised that dress.

‘She wanted this colour because it reminded her of my eyes’

The woman was beautiful, even more than Bucky remembered. Her lovely face was painted with worry and confusion.

“Y/N…” The soldier breathed and the woman took a closer look at him while Sam and Bruce watched the scene dumbfounded. The woman took a small step and nervously played with her fingers. She looked directly at his eyes and realization hit her. It was really him. Her eyes watered as his ached.

“Bucky… Oh, Bucky!” She started to walk to him and stopped as she was just a step away. He didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t expected this at all.

All he had to say was “Doll…” and she ran into Bucky, her head pressed against his chest. His arms instantly wrapped around her frame as he felt hers clench him tight. He couldn’t believe she was there. He closed his eyes and ducked his face into her neck. He was inebriated by her smell, she still had on her the same perfume she wore when they said their goodbyes at the train station; somehow, he could still remember it.

After what seemed hours, they slightly parted. On their right, Sam was talking with someone sitting on a bench. Bucky only had eyes for her, though. He was incredulously memorizing her beautiful face, as if she was to disappear in front of him any moment. Y/N had the same look of amazement. She was studying her lover, so unbelievably built and much like she remembered him, yet so different in many aspects. His eyes were the same deep and intense blue, but his expression was harder than the one her lover usually wore. And his hair… it was so long! And he was wearing a beard! She had never seen him with a beard. Timidly, her hands found their way to his cheeks and she saw him close momentarily his eyes at the touch. She smiled and a tear ran down her cheek. Bucky was quick to catch it.

“Your hair’s almost as long as mine now” She said and made him chuckle.

“You’re here”

“You’re alive” She replied back, her eyes tearing up again. He sighed contently and gently caressed her face bringing her towards him. He kept gazing at her eyes as to ask permission to keep going. She understood him and moved her head for a small nod.

Their lips finally touched. The kiss started gentle but they still put all their passion into it. It was a kiss awaited for nearly 80 years to him; to her, it was a kiss from someone she thought lost forever.

He pulled back when he felt her salty tears.

“Don’t cry, my love” He tried to dry her tears with his thumbs.

“I thought- I thought you were dead. I was sure I was never gonna see you again.” She whispered.

He nodded. “I thought I'd never see you again, too.” He kissed her forehead. “I can’t believe you’re here right now.”

“Steve...” She said and he smirked while nodding. He should have expected this from Steve, he could never live without giving a helping hand even if it meant altering an entire timeline.

“He appeared suddenly and… He said you were alive and he was willing to bring me to you. I thought he had gone insane, but then… I wanted to see you, to be with you again so I listened to him and tried this- this future thing”

“Crazy girl, you could have hurt yourself or worse you could have died” Bucky scolded her jokingly and saw her pacific but determined glaze.

“Had I died, I’d still be with you.” His heart ached at her words. She had been told he was dead and she convinced herself of it for who knows how long and still at the first opportunity to be with him she threw herself fully on it, not concerned of any danger. He didn’t deserve her and as he thought this he remembered the dark part of his past. The part she didn’t know. The part that could potentially ruin this long dreamed reunion. She still had to know the truth, though; she couldn’t just spend her life with an assassin and not being aware of it. He had to tell her now, if he waited he would be tempted to keep this secret forever in order to have her by his side and this wasn’t fair to her. Her happiness was way more worthy than his heartache.

He took a step back, his arms no longer around her waist were now resting along his sides. She took notice of his strange sudden change of behavior and his pained expression.

“Buck, what’s wrong?” She tempted.

“There’s something you need to know” He inhaled. “I’m not the man you know. I’m not even the slightest bit like that man now. I- I’ve done so many bad things …I am a murderer, I- I could be so dangerous-“. He suddenly stopped when he realized she was kindly smiling at him with a knowing expression on her face.

She took his hands and slightly raised them. Her eyes never left his saddened ones.

“Buck… Steve told me. Well, not everything, of course, but I know what happened and I’ll be willing to listen if you’d want to tell me.” She paused. “I’m not scared of you. I understand and I’m so sad I couldn’t be with you sooner, to be by your side with everything you’ve been through.”

Then, she held higher his clothed left hand. She brought it to her lips and kissed it softly. He wished he were able to feel her.

“I’m not scared of any part of you” She left him speechless for a couple of minutes. He closed the distance he had put between them and closed his watering eyes, letting his mind wander once again with her inebriating perfume.

“I really don’t deserve you. I missed you so much, doll”

A/N: If you made it this far, thank you for reading!! :)

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amindofstone · 3 years ago

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Match up, No. 10

Anon said:

Hello! I would like the match up please I would like to have a Male character and here are stuff about me!

The thing I do mostly is like to care for others and help others, I mostly get tricked on very easily do to my kindness which will cause me to sometimes get very fiesty which not very but maybe like “ please just stop talking your being to loud.” In a annoyed tone, which is very rarely, I tend to like very many hobbies and I don’t judge people base on first glance I see what on the inside and not what on the outside, a weakness I have is my disability but I never allow it to stop me from my true goal in life! And I practically tend to like doing some boyish stuff like archery! I get a lot of compliments on my archery skill because a lot of people say I have the patients and the accuracy very good! My dislikes are I hate real cocky people who think there all good and don’t take stuff for granted I also hate people who look down on weak person as not a human but a animal. I hate peoples who take kindness for granted and use it for a selfish gain.

I stand at about 5’0 exact! I have long brown hair that gets a lot of attention because some people always say to me “ I die to have your hair:” I’m just a tiny bit chubby and have big blue ocean eye that gets a lot of compliments and a lot of people wanting it to. I very much get the attention for how smart I am and how kind I am! I also get some hate from boys when I prove them wrong that girls aren’t weak and I won’t back down from a fight if it means protecting myself, people or just anyone. I like to have some affection it doesn’t have to be a lot maybe just even a hand on the shoulder is fine! I also very do like to wear some baggy clothes and I do like wearing like summer dresses that are knee high. I also tend to get very excited from the smallest things. A lot of people think I’m a loner but when it comes to babies I’m all for them! My cousin even said “ she likes to be alone into babies comes in the picture and she all for them!” 💕I love children and my parents even told me “ your definitely going to be the house wife.” I don’t know if that a compliment or not but I’m taking it😂✌🏻 sorry if I shared so many!

a/n:

Hello there! How are you? I really enjoyed reading all those things about you. Believe it or not but the part in which you said that although you have a disability it is not holding you back to follow your dreams, was impressive. It truly made happy. I have two cousins that have a disability and get me sad every time I see them. But seeing them happy and keep doing whatever they want makes me always so damn happy. You seem to be such a sweet human. Someone bright and jolly. Please never ever change. You are such a strong and great human. Keep that attitude and make sure that even when you end up as a housewife don´t let anyone push you around or take you presence and work for granted. This world really needs more good humans like you. I am so happy you requested. When you mentioned housewife I instantly thought of Hinata (Narutos wife) and then thought about myself who is more of a mixture of Ino and Temari. That thought really made me laugh. LMAO!! Anyways I really hope you will like with what I came up with. If there is anything that bothers you or you don´t like, please tell me so I can change it. Other than that enjoy the little story I came up with. Happy reading!

Match up rules can be found HERE.

Warning(s): Maybe grammatical or spelling mistakes since English is my third language and I´m still improving in every aspect (Please have mercy on that.)

!!! Please do not steal my idea or work. Credit me if this is shared or published in any other platform or any other way. Please respect me as the writer and my work. Picture is not mine. Credits to: @/SK,Martins (Can be seen in the pic) (found on the internet) !!!

· Well my dear anon. Like I mentioned before I think that you are a sweet and lovely human being. On top of that also simply adorable, fun and pure! Therefore I´d like to match you up with the future pirate king Monkey D. Luffy

· I think that you two would get along so well. So, SO WELL! Now hear me out!

· The way you two got to know each other might sound a bit of cliché but that’s simply how you meet. There was no princess in danger or a knight in a shinny armor but a clueless guy who wondered why a woman in a dress would walk around with arrows and a bow when they weren´t cupid. A simple human?! HA! Definitely not!

· Anyways that’s how everything started….

· The strawhats were docked on the island you were living in. At first they were anxious and didn´t want to leave their ship alone but when a worker at the harbor told them that the civilians on the island had cero problems with pirates as long as they didn´t do anything stupid or harm them. The whole crew got happy and started roaming around the island.

· Luffy being Luffy, screamed for food the moment his feet were on the island. And Zoro…. That guy yelled after him saying that if he gets to have food he wanted Sake. So, Luffy, Zoro and Ussop searched for a restaurant. Why Ussop you wonder? Well Nami send him with the boys because they otherwise would end up on the other side of the island. And Ussop compared to the captain and the first mate knew he had an actual brain and also knew how to use it.

· While the pirates were walking around the island you were helping out as a waitress in your uncles restaurant

· Everything went smooth. You served the people and had little chats with some of them. Some gave you too much tip and some other had you sitting with them and eat with them

· The people of the island knew you well. They knew you and loved you. Your uncle once even said that the only reason why his business was doing so well was because of you. The people never came for the food but rather for you. But you always denied it and told him that it was him and his food that was liked so much.

· Bu today there was something a bit different. A group of men you hated from the bottom of your heart came again. They were simply rude and egoistic. They were people from the wealthier part of the city, that was called royal neighbor. The reason why that neighborhood was called royal had nothing to do with the people that lived there. The only reason it was called royal was because it had a lot of wellness centers, hotels, casinos and parks. While this neighborhood, you were living in was given the name of idyll because of the beautiful nature. Landscapes that could have been painted and not to forget the dreamy beaches. But these group of young men simply didn´t understand that and thought of it differently. In a way that even the mayor couldn´t do anything else than just shook his head in embarrassment. But what could that poor man do. They weren´t doing anything against the law. They simply were annoying, stupid and egoistic.

· The group of young man, not older than 25, would always come once a week and have lunch in your uncles restaurant

· They entered the restaurant followed by three men you never saw on the island. At first you thought of them as sailors until you saw the green haired man carry three swords.

· You were in a dilemma. You didn´t knew if you should take care of the men that could have been pirates or the annoying group of disgusting men that always came. You gave your coworker a look and made sure he understood what you wanted. You were about to walk up to him and tell him to take care of the annoying group of men when you heard a plate breaking. You stopped in your tracks and instantly turned around.

· “This is our table. We always sit here. Now move you pathetic poor human.”, said Dean, the head of the group. You were mad. You were extremely mad and it took you so much energy and patience to not walk up to him and cut of his throat. But you calmed down and thought rationally. You took a deep breath and took your little notebook you used for writing down the guests orders when you heard a glass shatter right after Dean grabbed the customer at his collar and made him stand up. And this was exactly the moment you slammed you notebook and pen on the floor and yelled from the top of your lungs.

· “Watch out what you’re doing, you spoiled brat!”

· You stomped towards him and took a knife from a table on your way to him. “If you do not put him down in a bit and apologize, I swear to god I will make you regret waking up today and leaving your fucking bed!”, Dean knew you were no one to joke around with but his pride as a man kept pushing him. He chuckled and looked at you up and down while his friends that followed him like dogs laughed at your words.

· “Don´t make me start counting you pathetic version of a human.”, with furious eyes you looked up at Dean who still held the customer at his collar. “Look at that tiny girl trying to threaten…”, one of his friends was giving a comment but couldn´t finish his sentence because of you throwing the knife in your hand at him and cutting a bit of his ear and hair. You threw the knife with such a precise and strong grip that it ended up hitting the wall that was three meters behind him. “Watch out what you say because I don´t hesitate to drop the sweet girl attitude.”

· Dean looked at you with pure anger and let go of the man he was holding. He looked at his shocked friend and then back at you. “Today’s point goes to you. But the next time we come and this table is not free you will regret hurting him.”, said the angry man. “Listen here you little dumb spoiled creature. This table won´t be free for you. This is our table. Our property. You have no right to come and throw such a tantrum. And guess what, come again and I will be paying your parents a little visit and make them pay for everything you did. And I am sure that they won´t be pleased by your behavior since they are good friends with my parents and the mayor. Right? Now if I ever see you come here again I will make you pay. After today we will not accept your unacceptable behavior anymore. Now get the FCK OUT!!”

· After they left everything was silent for a few seconds but that change after your uncle started to clap and every person in the restaurant joined him. Your eye widened and your started to blush with a huge grin on your face. But that little moment of clapping didn´t last long. One of the pirates that entered the restaurant spoke up. “You did a good job but I AM HUNGRY!!!! Please FEED ME!”, you were confused. You didn´t know how to react and stood there like a statue.

· “Alright Sir. No worries. We will take your order in a few.”, said your uncle and approached you with a huge smile your notebook and pen. He pats your head with a proud smile. “You are such a brave and strong woman. I am so glad to have you in my family and I think it´s enough for today. Please take care of these men and then go rest: You deserve it.”, you nodded and smiled back to him. You pulled yourself together and made your way to the table of the pirates while your uncle left to take care of the broken glasses and the customer who had to deal with those stupid men.

· “Hello gentlemen. I apologize for making you wait I ….”, “No worries I actually enjoyed the show. You’ve got a good and precise eye. BUT NOW MY ORDER! Get me everything on the second site please.”, you absolutely didn´t knew how to react. You were looking at the talking man with a straw hat and then to his friends with big shook eyes. “I know what you thinking but he always eats that much and manages to stay alive. No worries. And getting to my order I´d like to have number 17 and 22 on the menu.”, said the one with a unusual long nose. “I take the same as him but with three bottles of your best sake.”

· You nodded with a disbelieving look on the face wondering if the first one is really going to eat all of the stuff. But you gave yourself a light slap and made your way to the kitchen only to be confronted with overwhelmed and surprised faces of the cooks. You shrugged with your shoulder and went to get the pirates drinks.

· While you went to get their drinks you saw that more people sat down next to the three pirates what made sense since the table they were sitting on was a huge one that usually only families took. Taking the drinks you served the three and greeted the new costumers. At the table sat a beautiful woman with black hair that complimented you for your adorable and genuine smile. With a blush you gave the others a menu too and took their orders

· Slowly with time passing all of their meals were served and you said your farewells and left the restaurant earlier then thought because your uncle said that he will take care of the rest. Thanking him you left and made your way to your archery lesson although it would have been way too early.

· Every time you came your sensei’s face would glow with pride. But the malicious person he is he would then drag you inside and introduce you to another challenge he came up with.

Time skip because ya author is lazy for the first time in a while now. *apologizes in trilingual

· It was late in the evening. You were on your way back home and thought why not take the route that would lead you to walk across the beach. You were having a good time alone. The sound of the waves that crashed on the cliffs and rocks were beautifully calming. The feeling of the sand under you feet were relaxing. With a smile upon your lips you were lost in your thoughts when the same guy with the straw hat you saw in the restaurant looked at you while blinking a few times before he asked you if you were Cupid the god of love like Sanji told him.

· With confusion taking over your mind you stopped in your tracks. Who on earth was he and that Sanji guy and why did he call me cupid? You wondered.

· And there you were looking at him with pure confusion while he looked at you with huge impressed and curious eyes for good 2 minutes until you shook your head and asked him who he and that Sanji were. He smiled at you and let himself fall down to sit cross- legged in front of you on the soft, warm sand. Now how do you think he introduced himself? Exactly my dear.

· “I am Monkey D. Luffy the future pirate King.”, “Huh?”, “And Sanji is one of my crew mates and the cook on my ship. Now tell me are you Cupid or not.”

· “Why would I be cupid?”, “Well you are wearing a pink white dress and you have a bow and arrows. So I thought that you might be on your way to shoot some people with them to make them fall in love. So, are you Cupid?”,

· “Alright first of all Cupid is a mythological creature made up by humans. He or she doesn´t exists. Secondly you really don´t look like a pirate nor do the others in your crew beside that one green haired man with the swords if he is also part of your crew. Thirdly you want to become the pirate king? Why?”

· And this my dear was how you two started a conversation that was to 50 % about him telling you stories of his adventures, 25 % basically about nonsense. And the other 25 % were… well that was about you telling him that you weren´t cupid but a actual human with the name f/n l/n. But he actually never got it. Until now.

· Eight years after your first encounter with the weird men called Monkey D. Luffy you still were busy telling him that you weren´t Cupid. But by now you not only had to tell him that but also your son who rather called you Cupid instead of mama.

· Congratulations you have two idiots in your life you love to the moon and back and would actually fight Garp for.

Bonus:

· “Does he really think that your Cupid or is that supposed to be something like a cute name?”, asked Dragon, the leader of the revolutionary army

· “I stopped thinking about that long ago, Sir. I really don´t know how to answer that. But just to make it clear if that confused you too. My name is y/n not Cupid.”, you told you father in Law with a sweet smile.

· “Wait. Cupid is not your name?! That brat introduced you to me as Monkey D. Cupid!”, Garp looked at you and Dragon with disbelieve.

· “If you ever wonder why you husband is so stupid just please now that, that stupidity comes from Garp. Not me. I swear.”

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#2 - Aberrant

Nero tol Scaeva/G’raha Tia. NSFW.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33640546/chapters/83652457 He is not sure what to think of the imperial capital, all told, other than he is embarrassed to admit how small it makes him feel. Many things make Nero Scaeva feel small, in all fairness: he is a rail-thin twelve-year-old boy, freshly arrived in the city from one of the poorest rural provinces in the Garlean Empire (and his family is poorer still). He is far more aware than most of his dull-witted peers of the world beyond his tiny village, a world that is vast and open and waiting for him to make his mark upon it. It does not take him long to decide - although he has enough of a survival instinct to keep it to himself - that he does not care much for his Emperor's city. It is uniform in its stark grey ugliness, and it sprawls for malms south of the high mountain pass that leads into the upper reaches of the Ilsabardian tundra, as if winter has unhinged its maw to vomit ceruleum, iron, and Solus zos Galvus' manifest destiny onto the rest of the continent.

All that being the case: his first sight of the Imperial Magitek Academy's administrative building is one Nero has dreamed about for the last two years. It is a fresh start and he is determined to make the most of it. A cursory glance is all Nero needs to know he is comfortably the youngest boy here; he can feel surprised stares from the older boys boring into his back as he lunges up the wide steps two at a time, a smugly confident smile spreading his lips and his favorite book clutched across his chest. Part of him worries at the fact that his robe is handmade rather than store-bought, patched in several places, and as ill-fitting as the threadbare jumper and breeches beneath them. The other students at his tiny village school had often derided him for wearing his sisters' hand-me-downs. But he will have to cross that bridge when he comes to it. He is far more likely to be teased for his age than his clothes, or so he hopes.

"Seven hells, there goes another one," he overhears the derisive scoff on his way into the foyer. "I didn't realize the Academy was starting an engineering initiative for nursery school."

Nero knows how to ignore inane remarks like that and simply does not react to it, but once he's passed out of sight of the two upperclassmen he ambles behind a hefty column to eavesdrop. Anyone who happens to glimpse him- if they notice him at all - will assume he is simply reviewing his upcoming class schedule.

"Another one?"

"You didn't hear? Word is Midas nan Garlond's son will be joining us this year. Smarter even than his old man, so they say. The most brilliant prodigy the Empire's ever seen."

Something in him rankles sharply at that. Just as with the state of his clothing, Nero is all too conscious that his village is poor and small and so is the rest of his province, relegated to some of the most inhospitable lands in the Empire save for one thin stretch of arable land: little grows there other than root vegetables and pigs. He would prefer not to be reminded of his fundamental disadvantage, pitted against some privileged highborn boy he has never chanced to meet.

Most brilliant? Oh, we'll see about that, Garlond. We'll just see about that.

From this moment on, he vows, he refuses to be anything but first. ==

Nero tol Scaeva, former tribunus laticlavius of the XIVth Imperial Legion, now just another nameless imperial deserter (albeit one with a handsome price on his head), is honest enough to acknowledge that he has outfoxed himself. There is one major thorn in his side frequenting the Saint Coinach encampment. This one Nero cannot even blame on Garlond, for he has brought this particular circumstance (and conundrum) down upon his own head thinking to use her as readily as her allies. As amusing as it has been to watch Cid's cheeks turn crimson with suppressed anger every time Nero takes an opportunity to insinuate himself with the Eorzeans, the engineer finds he is often distracted from any given purpose, or scheme, or tomestone study, by the errant toss of honeyed hair and the herbal spiciness of a lavender sachet. One of these days he's going to dig that blasted bag of flower petals out of her bedroll and toss it into the godsdamned lake, to hell with the consequences. "You too, eh?"

He manages, somehow, not to jump. The interloper unfolds his arms and straightens his posture from its leaning position against a nearby wall, long since crumbled beyond recognition. A rueful smile plays upon the Miqo'te's full lips as his tail swishes idly from side to side."

Don't look so surprised, Tribunus," he says. "Nearly every time I see you, you're watching her. Someone was bound to notice eventually."

Like himself, G'raha Tia is an outlier- an outcast and misfit with a knowledge of Allagan history and folklore nearly as comprehensive and encyclopedic as Nero's own. And just as with all those long years ago upon his arrival at the Academy, his competitive nature is instantly irked by a sense that this upstart boy is stepping on his toes. Certain aspects of the man's personality -- his friendliness and his quick japes, his willingness to accept most people at face value -- remind him so much of Garlond that the sight of him sticks in Nero's craw almost as badly as though he were Cid given feline form. And yet every time they share a space, G'raha invariably treats him with the easy familiarity of an old friend. He is often the only one who does so. It is confusing, and Nero does not like to be on the back foot in his dealings with anyone.

"Not that I begrudge you for it, of course," G'raha continues. "She's absolutely fascinating."

He makes a sound that he hopes is a disinterested grunt but the younger man doesn't appear to have noticed his own dismissal. His eyes, one crimson and one a deep teal blue, seem to sparkle in the feeble light of the afternoon. Nero groans inwardly.

"I wager she presented you and yours quite the puzzle." That smile has never once left his lips. Moreover, it has taken on a sly cast, and unaccountably Nero feels his hackles rise at the sight of it. That this boy would presume to know anything about him-- "A Garlean who can use magic? One they call the Warrior of Light, no less? Your emperor would no doubt take great interest in such an aberration."

Remarks he had made to himself not so very long ago, in truth, but hearing them from another's lips pings the edges of Nero's temper like the sting of tiny pebbles. He grits his teeth.

This is your own fault for teasing her the way you did, a part of him chides. Now you can't let it lie.

"I do not recall asking for your observations, paltry and superficial as they are." He draws his dignity about him like a cloak. "And I would prefer not to trifle with such distractions. There is still much work for us to complete ere Garlond's useful little friend finds her way to the top of the tower."

"Come now, Master Scaeva, it's all right to admit it, you know."

"Admit what?" His grin, brash and insolent, seems to split his face in twain with his mirth.

"You like the Warrior of Light."

Nero scoffs, "Lies and vicious slander."

"Is it?"

"I detest her."

The man only laughs, the sound of it light and melodious and infuriating. "No need to dissemble, Nero. I assure you none here would think less of you for your infatuation-"

"Seven hells, I am not infatuated with the woman!"

"-as from her deeds I personally find her to be a lady more than worthy of your high regard."

Thoroughly annoyed now, Nero retorts: "So then, what brings you to speak to me thus? Have you come to have a jest at my expense?"

Once again he is on the defensive. His usual humor seems to have deserted him now that there is no Garlond present to visibly and loudly scorn, and it is in that moment Nero realizes just how emotionally taxing it has been to conceal his bitterness. It has festered for years, as he watched lesser men laud the 'young prodigy of magitek' all the more for his desertion and sometimes even misattributing Nero's own accomplishments and inventions to the damnable man. He hadn't really meant to let all those years of suppressed resentment pour out of him at the Praetorium in front of anyone present to listen, but it seems that once let loose there was no stopping his anger. Now it seems to be trying to fly free at every turn despite all attempts to maintain the jester's mask, his pride be damned.

What surprises him, when his eyes meet G'raha's, is the raw sympathy he sees there rather than censure.

"No," the Miqo'te says. "But I did come to ask if you'd like to join me tonight."

"Why?"

The question is out before he can stifle his surprise. G'raha shrugs.

"Why not? For one, I'm in the mood for company - your company, specifically. And you seem like you could use the 'distraction,' so-called, for all you insist otherwise."

He isn't sure why he agreed to it, even now. Extroverted as he seems, Nero tol Scaeva is both an iconoclast and quite content with his relative solitude.

And yet here he is, folded on his knees across the rough homespun bedroll with his fists curling into the linens and his deep groans vibrating against the lumpen pillow, the corner of which sits clenched between his teeth, and the only sound in the closeness of the tent beyond their heavy breathing is the wet slap of bared flesh. For all his diminutive stature, G'raha Tia is not a small man and even with his preparations the stretch of his girth burns, teetering just on the pleasurable side of uncomfortable with each rolling oil-slicked thrust. It makes Nero think of other nights, cold nights buried beneath blankets with a hot mouth on him and biting down on his knuckles to stifle the noise when-

Fingers dig furrows into one of his lean flanks and break the skin with their scratching. The sharp sting of it is a pleasant counterpoint to this hot and tightening ache, especially when G'raha tilts Nero's hips and adjusts his angle and the wide, flared head inside him grinds against his prostate.

Nero spits another muffled curse into the pillow.

They are not taking many pains to be discreet, as he is well aware. He is just as aware that Rammbroes or the eikon-slayer could walk in at any time and see him like this: arse up and face pressed into rough hemp and saliva soaking into G'raha Tia's pillow, his face deeply flushed and his hair a sweat-dampened, tousled disaster. It's a distinct possibility and one he doesn't currently give a single damn about whatsoever. He is so hard it hurts and each heartbeat pounding through his temples echoes itself in the heavy, ponderous throbbing between his legs.

He unclenches one fist from the bedding to squirm beneath his weight, then swipes his fingers hastily over his own leaking head and along his shaft before taking himself in hand. The angle is somewhat awkward and if he stays that way too long his arm will go numb, but Nero is undeterred in the heat of the moment. He rocks his hips back to meet the Miqo'te's powerful and increasingly rapid thrusts while stroking himself as best he can manage.

It is over in what is probably moments but feels like years of drowning in steadily increasing pressure, the tightness in his balls and heat spearing down his spine and into his cock in the brace of seconds before he spills. Seed spurts over his clenched fingers and drips into the bedroll, and in a matter of moments he hears G'raha moan and his pace stutters and slows before stilling entirely. Neither speaks for long moments as they try to catch their breath. Nero relaxes his grip, then frees his arm just before the pins and needles sensation begins to set into his fingers.

"Let me get you something," G'raha mutters hoarsely. "You're-"

He doesn't need to finish the sentence but it still hangs between them as he sits back on his haunches to rummage in a nearby knapsack. Nero rolls onto his back with his ears still ringing and his heart beating as furiously as if it were the aftermath of a skirmish, and accepts the scrap offered him with a brief nod. Right now they're both too nose-blind to take note of the combined scent of sweat and musk. In a few minutes, he will collect his clothing and go find a likely place for a late-night wash before retiring to his own bedroll as if this had never transpired.

But that will come later. For the moment they lie next to each other, hip to shoulder to knee (as much as their notable height difference will allow), staring at the peaked corners of the tent. Nero is the first to break the silence.

"I don't think my head has been this empty in years," he says, and G'raha chuckles.

"Your thoughts are your own worst enemy. I understand the feeling." His tail, draped over Nero's knee, beats a soft and lazy tattoo against his calf. "I suspect Aurelia would too if she knew."

"I doubt very much the eikon-slayer would care enough to commiserate."

"Why do you say that?"

Nero drawls, "Attempting to capture her on multiple occasions while using her as a test subject for Project Ultima will not have endeared me to her good graces, I suspect."

"You should give her a chance."

"History would indicate that course of action to be unwise. She despises me."

"Ah, so it's not that you despise her, you think she despises you." G'raha props himself up on one elbow. His brows lift and drop, and that wry half-smile returns. "That shouldn't matter. I took a chance on you tonight," he says, "and I was clearly right to do it."

"So you say," Nero's retort is dismissive on its face, but G'raha seems wholly unaffected by his scorn.

"You're very unusual. A strange man indeed," he says. "Not at all what I would have expected of a Garlean. Cid isn't either, but you're a cut beyond even him. And as such, I wager you're well familiar with what it means to be alone- but so am I. So is she." Sadness lurks in the depths of his eyes, narrows the corners of his smile. "Everyone needs friends, Nero. Even you. And Aurelia... well, let's just say I don't believe the two of you are so very different."

He almost objects but something stays his tongue. Entertaining tumble or not, easygoing demeanor or not, G'raha does not know him nor his history. He does not know what it is to live off the Empire's dregs, to scrape one's way to the top while leaving parts of oneself behind. Carving away the bits that don't quite fit into the gears, and even the rough shape made acceptable enough to fit can still never run as smoothly as the rest of the machine.

Nero tol Scaeva has done perfectly well these last thirty-four years by himself. His scraping and cutting and striving earned him a career and relative renown. He doesn't need to complicate matters with friends. He doesn't need friends at all, not to get what he wants.

And watching as G'raha Tia's features relax and he drifts off into a contented doze, Nero almost wishes that were untrue.

#ffxivwrite2021 #2: aberrant #g'raha tia/nero tol scaeva #i said i'd write it and i did LMAO #chrysalispen writes #please mind the warning above this one is spicy #firm lemony business

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