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tragedybunny · 4 months ago

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Fangs and Fairytales - Chapter 4

༺Summary༻

“As I was saying, you're right, things can't stay the same.” Beside her, she felt him tense. “Living at night is going to be an adjustment, I'm sure. It may take me a while. And we'll have to find ways to make sure you're always safe.”

“You don't-”

“I told you on the roof that day, I'm not going anywhere.”

Now. She reached out, and, careful to avoid his burns, pulled him into her arms.

“It won't always be easy, I know that. But I'm not giving up.”

There was a time when he would have argued with her, told her she was wrong and this wouldn't work. Instead, he leaned his weight against her and drew a breath he didn't need. “Promise?”

Serafina, a warlock with a hidden past. Astarion, a freed vampire spawn. With the Netherbrain defeated, life and happiness are theirs for the taking. Together they’ll set out on a new adventure to find a way for Astarion to walk in the sun again. There’s no easy path to happily-ever-after though as they quickly find many obstacles blocking their way, including Sera’s own Patron, the Fey Queen Titania.

Chapter 4: Astarion has an amorous plan to fix Sera's melancholy, it gets a little delayed by an encounter with a peculiar bard.

༺Pairing༻ Astarion x Serafina (Female Tav/OC)

༺Rating༻ Mature

༺Warnings༻ Light bondage, anal play, vaginal sex

༺Word Count༻ 4114

༺A/N༻

Hello Lovelies!

This is the smutty chapter. Takes a bit to get there, but I promise the second half is steamy.

Many and eternal thanks to @icybluepenguin for betaing and always encouraging me!

Also, if you recognize a certain bard and his ballad in this chapter - he's on loan from my dear friend @snowfolly If you don't recognize him, please check out Endlessly, one of my fave fics.

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The camp was in high spirits tonight and buzzing with activity. They'd turned the courtyard and upper floor into some sort of communal festival, all because some ostensibly famous bard had come to play there in an act of “charity” that Astarion found gratingly self-aggrandizing.

The cheery mood and sense of community had even led the denizens to give the camp a proper name, erasing its last ties to Shar.

“Selûne’s Embrace.” He couldn't think of it without disdain. He wanted to be done with gods, and couldn't fathom why everyone else still would cling to them, Dame Aylin excepted.

The bard’s distraction served his purpose though, so he couldn't complain too much. The event kept Sera distracted while he made preparations for a very special night. He'd left a note before trancing telling her to go enjoy herself and he'd be along later, there were some things he wanted to do.

He shut the door to their private cave hideaway with a satisfied smile. Everything was perfectly set, including the items he’d snuck off to the night market in the Wide to procure. Now to fetch his beloved.

Sera had seemed back in high spirits the last couple of days. They'd started making preparations to travel and Astarion had to admit, he felt more hopeful as well. He still wasn't happy about losing the sun, but seeing Sera smile after that terrible night made even the light of day seem less important. They'd leave in a couple more days after dinner with Duke Ravengard.

The night crowds were thicker tonight, swarming to the surface, bringing along a tide of food and drink for the revelry. Astarion weaved through them with dexterity, avoiding any brushes against his skin that would reveal it as too cold, and any lingering looks that would expose anyone to his too red eyes.

He glanced down at his fingertips– his nails had become much more claw-like without the tadpole and, though not as animalistic as they once had been, they still required much more attention. Thankfully, the glowing eyes and maw full of jagged teeth had not also returned, those would be much harder to hide. He had a theory that being well-fed had something to do with it. An idea he could possibly discuss with Dal at some point, but for now he’d simply be thankful.

Thus far, they’d managed to keep his nature to whispered rumor, and no one really wanted to force the issue and confirm they were sharing quarters with a vampire. Especially since this particular vampire was the partner of the hero of Baldur’s Gate. It would seem Sera was still his great protector.

And that thought didn't have the sting it used to. They were rather good at protecting each other.

Astarion’s thoughts were interrupted as he exited the stairs onto the ground floor and the notes of a song reached his ears. His jaw tightened and his teeth ground together. “That fucking song…” The Golden Lyre.

“Dark haired maiden, play it true,” a rather pleasant voice crooned from outside.

Despite the pleasantness of the voice, the lyrics were still like listening to Lae’zel sharpen her weapon for hours on end. Astarion charged outside, determined to find Sera as quickly as possible.

“The golden lyre, I beg of you, hold my heartstrings, in your hands.”

It wasn’t a bad song, it simply was the song; every bard knew it and would play it in every godforsaken shithole in the city. The sort of place he used to haunt. He’d heard it so often, he would find himself singing it involuntarily and recoil, cursing himself.

“Dark haired maiden, my love, my muse.”

Down the stairs, into the courtyard, Astarion spotted the ridiculous creature, furiously plucking away at a violin, dancing about like an ungainly bird, a mane of gray hair flowing wildly around him. And of course, at the end of a table nearest this display, sat Sera, sipping from a wine glass, with a smile on her face. A smile that was a little too fond for his liking,

“Oh my love, my muse…”

Astarion shouldered his way over to Serafina, coming up behind her to rest his hands on her shoulders in what was definitely not a possessive manner, fingers on the light blue fabric of her dress. “Hello darling.”

If her smile for the bard seemed fond, for him it was radiant adoration. “There you are. Done with your business for the evening?”

Astarion suppressed a smile, thinking of what awaited her in their cave sanctuary. “Indeed. In fact, part of it was a surprise for you. Shall we away?” he purred at her.

“You’re such a tease. I’m dying of curiosity now.”

He gave Sera his hand and helped her from her seat, ready to whisk her away from the scene and the hells-damned song when the music abruptly ended. The crowd started to applause raucously and Astarion attempted to make their exit before another song that would remind him of his lowest days started. Who knew what else was in the bard’s repertoire; The Wilting Rose, Summer’s Sweetest Wine? They all made him shudder.

He’d gotten maybe two steps when the bard’s melodious voice called out behind him. “Corellon fucking wept… Serafina?”

At his side, Sera froze, eyes going wide with a look of terror he hadn’t seen since Cazador had bound him into the ritual. Astarion felt himself tense as well; from what he understood of the warlock pact, no one in Baldur’s Gate should recognize Sera. They gave one another a look and Astarion released her hand to wrap his fingers around the dagger always at his side.

“It is you! Don’t you recognize me, it’s Tali?” The tiny elf – moon, if Astarion was any judge – flailed his arms about, jeweled rings catching the fire light and a fine scarlet coat swaying with the effort.

“H-how? You shouldn’t be able to…” Sera stared at him in wonder.

“Exactly.” Astarion gripped his dagger tighter. Had her family somehow found her? Was this their agent?

Through the vaguest of conversations and some deduction on his part, he'd been able to put together that Sera had accepted a warlock pact with Titania, Fey Queen of the Summer Court to escape an awful family. Said family were almost certainly Patriars here in Baldur’s Gate. Sera had tried to disguise that noble bearing she’d been taught since birth, but he'd seen his share of nobles and rabble. There was no way she was anything but the former. And that was all he was allowed to know, lest the magic that hid her shatter.

Tali’s eyes went wide as he caught sight of Astarion’s hand at his weapon. “Hells, call off your attack vampire!”

The last word was so loud that the crowd started to look their way. Though there had been talk, they had worked hard to keep Astarion’s nature as secret as possible. That effort looked to be going up in flames. All because of… whoever the hell this Tali was.

“Why you–” Astarion began to draw the dagger from its sheath, causing Tali to back away.

The sound of Sera’s laughter caused them both to freeze.

“The two of you are ridiculous, you know that.” Sera turned and gave Astarion a quick hug and peck on the cheek. “He’s an old friend.”

“One that is now extremely worried about you, I might add!” The bard fell into a sulk.

“Could you give us a minute?” Sera asked, barely waiting for Astarion’s nod before dragging Tali off by his hand.

Astarion sighed and tried to bury the frustration of the delay to his romantic plans. Slinking off, he disappeared into the shadows, the attention of the crowd having diminished without their entertainment present.

Crossing his arms, he leaned against the wall, definitely not annoyed with the delay. Agonizing minutes passed as he waited, his fingers tapping against his arm and a fang worrying his bottom lip. Finally, Sera returned without the unwanted company in tow.

He was already preening for the crowd, readying for another performance. Astarion doubted he could know what had passed between them but at least she didn’t look troubled by it. He held out his arm until she hooked hers through it, giving him a reassuring look, and they started back inside.

“He’s a friend, a friend that seems to have some immunity to Titania’s glamour. It’s fine though,” she answered the question he hadn’t asked.

“Oh so this random bard–”

“Taliesin. Honestly I’m surprised you don’t recognize him, he’s quite famous. He wrote the Golden Lyre.”

Astarion pretended that did not make his blood boil further. Of course the foppish creature wrote that damned song. “Whatever. He’s allowed around Her Majesty’s spell, but I, the love of your life, am not.”

Sere halted their progress, turning to shoot him a look. “Astarion, you know that’s not how it works. She can’t just make exceptions.”

“I know she despises me. And she clearly can make exceptions.”

Sera sighed and started walking again. “You’re being impossible.”

Astarion followed, now being pulled along by Sera, despite being a head shorter than him, and slightly built. “Don’t act like it’s not true,” he groused.

“So you're telling me that all a Fey Queen wanted from you for all this power was a child. How very… cliché.” Astarion was setting up a simple trip wire around their camp. They’d just dealt with a pack of gnolls and didn’t need any more surprises for the night.

“It's not that simple,” Sera answered from where she stood watch behind him, scanning the horizon for any more danger. “She wants a lineage to serve her, my family line.”

“And you agreed to that? Was life at home really that bad?” Nothing to compare to his, he was sure.

The night sky over the Risen Road was turning the brilliant colors of twilight as the first stars appeared. Astarion had agreed to help with security measures and immediately asked Sera to be his look-out. A chance to spend a little more time with her and “strengthen” their bond. They were on their way to the Githyanki crèche, and perhaps a way to be rid of these worms. He needed to ensure his hold on their warlock leader was as tight as possible. Without the tadpole he might well be entirely dependent on her.

Oddly, the last couple of nights they hadn’t done much more than chat pleasantly by the fire and share a few kisses. Not for lack of trying on his part. Leading to his desperately attempting to ignore the creeping dread that his protector was losing interest in him, and his mouth was running without much thought.

Audibly, she inhaled. “If only I could tell you.”

Astarion felt an awful weight in his stomach, the feeling of knowing he'd screwed up. Only it was disturbingly not like when he'd misstepped in front of Cazador. That was fear of reprisal, of one of his master's many punishments.

This was… he didn't know exactly. He just didn't like being the cause of any distress to her. “I– no, I should trust you on it. Although I have to say, she'll probably be disappointed if you keep carrying on with a vampire,” he finished with an awkward laugh and was glad she couldn’t see him cringing at himself.

At least the trip wire was done. No explosions, only noise if something tried to cross into their camp. He stood up, shaking off the clumsy exchange. “There, no gnolls in camp this night.”

“My hero,” Sera gave him a playful smile and headed back toward the cluster of tents.

The smile soothed his nerves and he made to follow her when a voice whispered in his ear.

“Watch how you go, Spawn, I won’t tolerate disappointment in my bargains.”

That had been the only time he’d heard the voice of Titania, but the threat had remained with him, her distaste for him extremely clear.

“It doesn't matter. And stop being jealous,” she scolded, and Astarion almost groaned in frustration.

This night was rapidly spiraling out of his control.

Letting go of her arm, he pulled her closer to him by her waist. Leaning down to purr into her ear, “Of course my love, let's not spoil the evening. Not when I have such delicious plans for it.”

He was rewarded with a little shiver and smirked to himself. Oh, how he’d come to know her and what made her body respond. And the love they shared made using his considerable experience something he no longer reviled. For the most part– sometimes the skeletons of the past decided to venture outside the shadowy corner of his mind where he kept them.

The crowd and the noise faded as he led Sera back toward their quarters. The steady increase of her pulse echoed in his ears, and the scent of her arousal filled the air, more alluring than any perfume. Tonight was safely on its way back to being a success.

When they reached their room, Astarion swiftly shut the door behind him and locked it. No well-meaning visitors to interrupt them tonight.

Sera turned to face him, eyes heavy-lidded and pupils wide with desire. “What did you want to show me?”

“It’s in the cave. But first, take off your clothes.” The words were firm, an order, and he watched her swallow hard.

For his part, Astarion could give or take control with equal pleasure, but Sera, with the rare exception, desired to relinquish it to another. Which made taking it all the more pleasurable for him.

“I–” Sera started.

“Shh, just be a good girl and do as you're told.”

Her skin flushed a deep pink but she wordlessly moved to obey, already sliding into that space in her mind where thought gave way to feeling and reason to desire; the world ceasing to exist outside the two of them.

When she was freed from her dress, Astarion– still clothed himself– took her hand, careful to not touch any other part of her, and lead her toward the door to their private refuge. “Go on,” he prompted, letting her enter first.

He didn’t need to see her expression, the ragged, gasping breath she took told him everything he needed to know. The old Sharran rug had been discarded, and a newer plush one was laid down in its place. Currently, a bedroll had been laid over the top of it for extra comfort. And at each corner of the bedroll, attached to a stake driven into the ground, a leather restraint. Nearby was a small box, open to display an assortment of other toys should the night call for them.

Astarion wrapped his hands possessively around Sera’s waist and leaned to down to speak in a low, throaty voice. “You see, my love, I think I finally understand your problem from the other night. You simply have too many thoughts inside that pretty little head of yours. So I’m going to fuck every last one of them out of it.”

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the blindfold that had been waiting there and slipped it over her eyes. As he did, each breath came more rapidly despite her stillness, like a rabbit frozen in the path of a predator. “And you are going to lay there, and not say a word while I do it. Just make all those lovely little sounds of yours for me.”

Guiding her toward the bedroll, he laid her down on it, the soft light of the moon from the opening above them bathing her in an ethereal glow. Even without her sight, she obeyed him with perfect trust, following his commands without falter. She gave over each of her limbs to be secured into the restraints until her body was spread gloriously open for him.

Leaving her to ponder what was next, Astarion wordlessly moved away to strip himself; spending longer than necessary as he watched her chest heave with nervous breath and the minute movements she made out of anxious anticipation. He could feel himself already hardening without even touching her yet.

Kneeling next to her, he began to skim his nails over her skin, the faintest of marks appearing in their wake. “Now, what am I to do with you, my poor overthinking, anxious love.” His touch idly circled her breasts, avoiding her stiffened, rosy nipples

“Ast–” she gasped as his fingers closed around one of those nipples and pinched.

“Ah, I said no words, only noises. Behave or we'll have to find a way to keep you from talking.”

Sera didn't say anything more, only panted and whined as he rolled the nipple between his fingers.

It was actually the perfect place to start. Shifting so that he kneeled between her thighs, he rubbed the head of his cock over her slick folds and felt her try to buck into him. He gave a soft chuckle at her efforts.

“You're not getting it quite so easily, pet.”

Not that he didn't want her desperately by now, but that would ruin the fun. And more importantly the effort he was making to give her this: a night about her pleasure only.

He leaned forward, the scent of her - wildflowers and forests - filling his nostrils, intoxicating him. Hands resting on her shoulders, her flesh like satin under his fingers, he stilled her.

His mouth began to water as he leaned down towards one firm nipple. Instead of latching on to suckle at it, bared fangs pieced the skin above it, withdrawing quickly to create two small streams of blood.

Sera let out a sharp cry and he was thankful he'd thought ahead to set up here, away from their door.

With her delectable blood flowing enticingly, he wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked. Intoxicating.

Eyes fluttering closed, he let the taste and scent possess him. Lazily his hips rolled, cock sliding over her clit, no relief for either of them as he drank the blood flowing from her breast like mother's milk. All the while she gasped and sighed beneath him.

He could stay like this for hours, teasing the drips from her, not enough to drain her but enough to make his mind and stomach sing. But there was more to be tasted.

With a final lick over the wounds, he withdrew to a noise of disappointment.

“Oh don't you worry, I'm not done with you yet.”

He’d let himself relive every wicked idea and lustful fantasy he’d had about her while planning tonight. Only some were fit for tonight's purpose, the rest he would get to in time. They had so much of it now. The fantasy enticing him would definitely serve his goal though.

Getting up, he retrieved a toy and vial of oil from the box, placing them between her legs on the rug, making as much noise as possible. Sera adorably tried to hide her curiosity in silence but the sound of her blood did not lie.

Coming to stand next to her head, he dropped to his knees, smirking at the intake of breath as he caught her off-guard. “Mouth open, darling, and trust me.”

Obediently she opened wide for him, a welcoming, waiting hole.

Very carefully, he placed his knees at her shoulders, and lowered himself over her, sliding his cock into her warm mouth. Wantonly, she moaned around him and he couldn’t stop his own answering groan. Elbows on either side of her hips he gave an experimental thrust, felt her tongue lapping at him. She was good - so, so good, sucking from underneath him, pliant and submissive.

His hips moved again and he felt his cock twitch inside her. Not yet, he scolded himself.

Arms wrapping around her thighs, nails digging into her soft skin just enough, he buried his face in her cunt, sodden in expectation of him. Nothing was as intoxicating as her blood, but the taste of her juices, flowing for him, was as close as one could get. Not even bothering to tease, he lavished his tongue over clit, relishing in the much-muted noises.

It wasn’t enough though. Two of his fingers slipped into her sex, working her as his tongue continued its ministrations. His own hips picked up a rhythm, carefully fucking her mouth.

Sera’s breath was coming in desperate gasps, the poor thing was nearing her limit.

“You can wait a little longer, my pet, can’t you? For me?”

The sound that answered he took for a yes.

Sucking on two fingers from his unoccupied hand, he coated them with his saliva, and began to tease the last of her holes gently. She was tight and untried, sowith a delicate touch, he worked his way inside.

Frantically, she lapped at the cock in her mouth, as though to plead with him for release as he fucked all her holes at once. A noise like a scream erupted from her as she shook against him. He could be merciful, he supposed.

“Go on then, love, come for me.” To punctuate his words, he took her clit between his teeth and sucked.

It was only moments later he felt her clench around his fingers, and a soft whimper followed. How he wanted to let go too, to spill his seed down her throat and let her taste him. Instead, he pulled his mouth from her and eyed the toy he’d left waiting.

“Shall I ravage you properly, pet,” he teased, knowing she still couldn’t answer with words, but the thunderous melody of her heart spoke for her. His favorite sound in the whole world, that organ, beating out the song of her vitality, a real and living love.

“But I’ve got one more treat for you. Now be patie– hgn!” Sera sucked deeply, tongue flicking over his sensitive head. “Naughty little thing,” he scolded. “I should stop right now.”

They both knew he wouldn’t make good on that threat but still she ceased the attempt to goad him.

Taking the vial of oil, he carefully coated the small, metal bulb in it. It was delicate work, he knew from horrible experience, but she’d been curious for some time, and was so eager for his fingers just now. The tip of the toy pressed against her and she tried to roll her hips into it. Once, he never would have bet sweet little Sera could be so wanton and needy. And it was all for him.

Gently, he pushed it inside her, until she had taken it all. A couple of teasing pumps to keep her desperate, and he rose back to his knees, cock slipping from her mouth.

He took a moment to admire his handiwork; drool running from her mouth, tears escaping her blindfold, her cunt swollen and dripping.

Gods, she was beautiful.

Kneeling between her thighs, at long last, he gripped her hips, and drove into her, letting out a sigh of relief. Her warm slick squeezed him tight, eager to take all he could give. The feel of the toy inside her pressing against him added another dimension of pleasure, almost too much.

He thrust with a desperate cadence, his mind fading into only feeling and wanting, almost the same as when he drank from her. The sounds of her pleasure were muted as though miles away. Hips slapped against skin, fingers dug bruises into her skin.

Again he felt her, climaxing, thrashing, moaning uninhibited now. His cock twitched, gods, it was too much, and he felt himself let go.

There was stillness and gradually the sounds of the cave penetrated the haze. Sera lay still, her breathing evening out after the exertion. Leaning down, he kissed her with all softness, his undead heart almost quickening with the raw, unbridled, affection he felt for her.

“You did so well,” he whispered into her ear, “now let’s get you out of all this and into our bed.”

Under a mound of covers, Astarion held Sera close, as she lay with her head resting upon his chest. Idly, her fingers traced lines across his chest. Finally she made a thoughtful hum that drew him from his thoughts. “Yes, love?”

“I was thinking– if this is your treatment for melancholy– do you believe in preventive medicine?” Sera tittered giddily.

“Oh my darling,” Astarion purred exaggeratedly, “I can most assuredly give you whatever dosage you require.”

He tightened his arms around her and pulled her up to kiss her properly. They were so lost in the laughter that followed, Astarion barely noted the ease with which he lifted her, strength he hadn’t had before.

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twixcake · 2 years ago

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• Writing this for anyone struggling with: Alopecia, hair loss, thin hair, diseases, etc A few people i know have alopecia, and I think it's beautiful so I wrote this.

•.Black female reader in mind, but no specifics except hair texture. Sanji x F!reader

• Word count: 1.9k

• ⚠️: Self doubt, self hatred, depression, body dysphoria. Goes through the process of losing more hair, and shaving it off completely.

"Do you need any more help in the kitchen?" You looked over at your boyfriend. Everyone left the dining hall an hour ago, and it was only the two of you left. Cleaning up the mess as usual.

"No, I'm ok baby" Sanji turned to you as he washed the last few remaining dishes. "You haven't had a bath yet right?" He puffed out some smoke from his cigarette. The cherry glowing on his slender fingers before he rubbed your back. "No, I haven't. I guess I should huh? I've been cleaning all day, my hair got messy too." He hummed. "Go relax Ma chérie, i'll take care of the dishes and then I'll join you in the sh—" You instantly shake your head to the request. He turns to you, taking out his cigarette. His eyes filled with concern. "Are you ok my love? Did I say something wrong?"

You shake your head again and rub your arm timidly. "I think I'll just bathe alone tonight. Besides, I need to wash my hair. It takes me all night, and you look tired so.."

He hums lightly before placing the clean dishes in the cupboards. He opened his mouth to speak, his eyes filled with concern before you left a tender kiss on the side of his cheek. "Goodnight Sanji, I'll see you In bed ok?" He nods, not really able to speak before you skip out of the kitchen and into the bathroom and lock the door.

You stretch your arms a bit in the mirror before taking off your long wig. The curls bouncing up as you lift it off your head. If it was up to you, you'd keep it on. But you needed to treat the matted mess underneath your wig cap if you wanted to see any progress. "Ok.." You mumble before pulling out your cosmetics bag. "I need to try Dr. Miracles enhance oil after I wash my hair with…Dammit where is it?!"

You move items out of the bag before you pull out a small shampoo bottle. The big fat label meeting your gaze 'Hair growth'..

"Perfect!" You exclaimed, before stripping the rest of your clothes off and dipping yourself in the comfortable water.

You peeled off your wig cap before throwing it to the floor. Your hands immediately snuggling over your matted hair.

"Holy shit— I actually think it's growing!" You smile a bit at the long feeling in your hair. A bit upset you didn't check first in the mirror of how much was actually growing. "Alright.." You exhale, before unraveling your braids, and dipping your head into the warm water.

Your thoughts drifted to a certain blonde, and how soon it'd be when youd face him with thick, long hair. Your real hair. Not that wig or the extensions you always wore with confidence around the ship. You definitely arent going to miss how hot it burned with it on in the sun, or how itchy it got at night when you cuddled up to Sanji in bed. Or how guilty you get when you turn down sanjis requests to run his slender fingers through your scalp with your favorite shampoo.

No, you weren't going to miss any of that.

But, they did make you happy..and comfortable. You wouldn't mind experiencing freedom and control with your hair though. In fact it was what you were hoping for.

You were starting to wonder what would happen if Sanji saw you without the wig as you are now. Large bald spots and thinning strands that kept you worked up no matter how many times you tried to fix it. Oils, body therapy, fruits vegetables, diets, shampoos, and therapy. You've tried it all. The routine you're building now, being one of the many attempts.

Was it all for nothing? Did your hair actually grow or were you just imagining things?

Would he be disgusted? Ashamed of you?

Honestly, you didn't want to find out. Good thing you have the wigs. For now.

"Ok…time for shampoo then I gotta braid my hair again!" You lifted your hair out of the tub. You noticed how after your hair met contact with the water, already some of it started to fall off your head.

"Shit…" you mumbled, a bit nervous to continue scrubbing your hair, but you comply. Lightly, and hesitantly scrubbing your scalp. Feeling all the open spots where hair should be.

It was disappointing, yet again another treatment didn't work. You weren't seeing progress. In fact, as you scrubbed more hair fell out. No matter how softly you rubbed, or how lightly you brushed your hair.

It still came out.

"No—nonononono" You stopped washing your hair once a huge chunk came out and into your palm. You get out of the tub and rush for the mirror, your breath heavier and your chest tight while you struggle to open the bathroom door.

"SHIT!! PLEASE—" You stumble your way from the bathroom to the mirror. Your hands gripping the edge of the sink.

Most of your hair was gone, only to be replaced by big spots.

You felt like you could faint. The hopes you had of having control over your hair are gone. In replacement is just…nothing.

Well, almost nothing. There's still tiny amounts of hair…but it's thin. It won't last long…

"FUCK…NO" Your breath hitches before you let out a sob, a scream? Does it really matter? Tears fall down your face while you examine yourself in the mirror. You felt like all the control you had, was gone. You couldn't help but let out a wail as you threw your hair products on the ground. Some cracking at the hard blows.

"Y/N, love…are you ok?" A soft knock could be heard at the door. Your eyes widen before you gulp down your broken voice, trying not to whine. It was almost painful to hold back. "S-Sanji…yes I'm ok..I'm fine" You breathed heavily, trying to put on your wig.

"You don't sound fine baby. Can you open the door?"

Your heart sank to your stomach as you let out a breathy "yes". You didn't have time to put the wig on, so you dumped it under a few towels before covering your head up with a large towel and slowly opening the door.

Your boyfriend stood in the door, worry plastered on his face as he looked at you. His eyes softened once he saw how puffy and red your eyes were. "Baby…" He moved swiftly inside the bathroom before locking the door behind him. His fingers instantly come up to your face as he wipes away the remaining tears.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt?" You shake you head softly before he starts checking your face and body for any marks or injuries. "Sanji wait—" You grip the towel wrapped around your head and body before he can pull it off. "What's wrong?" He rubbed his thumb on your cheek, the action making your throat clench back a whine..You felt dizzy, confused, hideous.

You didn't want him to see you like this.

"I just..I don't" You couldn't talk, the big lump in your throat grew every time you even dared. You sank to the bathroom floor, clutching the towel over your body. He kneeled down with you,his hands wrapping around your waist before pulling you into his lap. Your wet body dampened his suit, but he didn't seem to care.

He kissed your forehead repeatedly while rubbing your back. "Sanji…it's gone" He kissed your head more,his voice was low and soft. "What's gone, baby?" You hiccup as the knot in your throat finally lets go. Letting out a long wail.

He rubbed your back while his lips mumbled soft words of comfort on your cheek. "It's ok, it's ok…I'm here..let it out"

You shake your head against his chest. Your eyes were almost swollen at that point. "No it's not ok! Everything is-"

He could see you were distraught..but about what? He didn't want to force you to talk if you weren't comfortable. But what was he supposed to do?

He held you closer to him and rested his chin on the top of your head as you cried.

Minutes later you calmed down a bit, wiping your tears with the back of your free hand while the other gripped the towel for dear life.

"Sweetheart, look at me" He gently moved his hand under your chin, his slender fingers rubbing gently against your swollen throat. You peeked your puffy eyes up at him, he gave a small smile before kissing your cheeks. "There she is, that's my baby…"

You hiccuped again before letting your eyes rest closed. Your grip on the towel slightly less tight as you relaxed in his touch. He kissed your nose before rubbing the small of your back.

"My hair…" you bit your lip, eyes darting away from his. "It's gone..most of its gone"

"Your hair?" You nodded again before he hesitantly put his hand behind the back of your head. "Can I…? Take it off sweetheart? I promise you're safe with me."

Your grip on the towel instantly came back. You breathed out, his eyes looking at you worried. "Ok.."

He slowly took off the towel, seeing your hair... Your real hair for the first time.

You covered your face with your hands in embarrassment and shame before his gentle cold fingers pulled them away to give you soft kisses.

"Don't look at me…I'm hideous" the knot on your throat started to tie again. His brows furrowed before kissing your head all over. His long fingers coming to rub and massage the backs of your head and neck while you silently cried in his arms.

"Don't you dare say that…ever again. You're beautiful"

"NO- I'm not!! It's gone! It's all gone…"

You feel him take a deep breath and he kisses you on the temple. "Its ok love...its ok"

His soft words made you cry harder.

"Come here. Come on sweetheart. You need to sit." He lifts you up and places you on the sink counter while wiping your puffy eyes. "You're beautiful…" He mumbled against your head as he placed kisses around all your insecurities.

"You're everything to me, and I will never stop loving you...no matter what happens…ok?" "You're breathtaking..with or without hair Y/N"

You nod against his shoulder as he rubs a circle between your shoulders.

After a moment, when you felt steady enough to walk again, he takes the towel from your head. "Here..I'll help you get through this ok?"

He kisses your cheek. "What do you want to do? I'll help you sweetheart"

You thought for a second.

You wanted to try using something other than the care products. They either didn't work, or they made it worse...you were tired of seeing the patches of what was left of your hair. So you said the first thing that popped into your head.

"Cut it off…"

He nodded almost immediately before lifting you off the sink onto his lap again.

He gave your head a last soft kiss before taking the hair clippers and shaving off what remained of your hair.

His hand came to rest with yours as he kissed your head.

"It's gone….' You whine before burying your head on his chest. He rubs your back softly before the machine turns on again.

Your eyes instantly open as you feel soft petals of hair fall on your cheeks.

Blonde petals of hair.

"SANJI—"

He kissed your forehead repeatedly before the machine turned off again. He smiled down at you. You couldn't help but smile too along with a few tears down your cheeks.

"Thank you…"

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queengiuliettafirstlady · 1 year ago

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Portrait of a Gentleman

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Clavis x MC

Part of One suitor One prompt challenge hosted by @violettduchess

Prompt: Water

Tag: Established relationship Introspective Insecurity Reassurance Kiss Fluff

Word Count 1918

Author’s Note: The uniform referred in the story are these.

A portrait may hide more things than one can imagine, a certain prince knows it well as he gazed intensely at it reflecting upon his brothers' talents and his lack of thereof, finding his worth only through the help of a girl who changed his world upside down with the mighty spell of love. 🥰

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The sun was shining through the windows casting its light on the vivid colors of the painting glimmering under its rays, suffusing the whole room in warm hues of yellow and orange except for a corner of shadow, hiding a peculiar visitor whose eyes were locked to the portrait hanged on the wall, his step slow, measured, as he approached it feeling their gazes staring at him.

They were his brothers, all of them related to him by blood … and yet the more he spent time with them all the more he felt like an outsider they looked down at with a benevolent, if not slightly complacent, attitude for his odd antics, to judge, to chastise, to punish, to order around but not even one to understand him.

He caressed them one by one, a glowing constellation of stars shining with talent as he stood on the side yearning to shine, waiting for the right time that never seems to arrive for him, seeing all their accomplishment bragged out and about in all the palace, sometimes reaching even behind the castle walls spreading all through the Kingdom as he gazed from the backscene hidden from the view, engulfed in the darkness, destined to the role of a secondary character, his servant and nothing more destined to live in his shadow as he shone bright in the world, waiting to be conquered at his hand and molded at his liking, making his blood boil at the injustice of it all, he was no less than him … then why he was always treated as such ?

Mayhap he hated to admit but it was true, even though a part of himself refuse to believe so as he stared defiantly at him, gazing down at him, belittling him even from the painting,hate welled in his chest, for himself, for him, for every time he was looked from head to toe from someone, forcing to believe in his own value despite what everyone said, worthy in no one's eyes included his own.

A longing gaze in his eyes his fingers brushed on his figure standing tall and proud next to Chevalier, smiling as ever but he could see clear as day the fakeness of it, how he hated that moment a self deprecative chuckle escaped his lips as he recalled the shrilling voice of the painter, who constantly told him to keep quiet to avoid making laugh all his brothers, but him staring down at him with his cold piercing eyes, disdain in his gaze at his antics impatient to waste time in such useless way.

They were his brothers, a glowing constellation he did not feel part of.

Leon bigger than life, shining like the sun at the center of the crowd ready to accept and listen to everyone, a leader for them all, his smile so bewitching to befriend and conquer the most aloof and distant among the nobles, convincing effortlessly even the most sceptical person of the Kingdom, radiating warmth in stark contrast with

Chevalier haughty and proud as he looked down at everyone like the moon, far away and detached, his cold gaze harbor of justice to do what was best for the Kingdom, a true born genius praised and feared alike among the palace and the townsfolk, almighty and ever powerful destined to never see a defeat in every matter he decided to put his mind on.

Jin a wistful gaze in his eyes as he stared at the painter, catching a glimpse of the deep distress in Luke’s eyes as he angrily loosened the collar of his shirt, not bothering to hide his ever hate for formal clothes, a light smile accommodating and polite curling his lips, impartial and fair in treating with everyone, his expression talked of pain and duty he took upon himself to keep his little brothers safe, doing his best to avoid any fight, master at de escalate any situation he was involved in with a wisdom beyond his age, covered by a mask he crafted to put a lid on his feelings focused entirely on his Kingdom.

Luke smiling as ever unaware of the darkness of the world, or so he thought, but he could see how devoid of emotions it was, a glimpse of discomfort in his green eyes as he stared listless at the painter not caring to seem interested in what he was not, his adaptability skills would have made him a great leader if he ever was interested in becoming it that is, but he wasn't, his indifference showed even through his official clothes he wore like an armor, a cage he broke free as soon as the painter proclaimed a break, swift to switch in his more comfortable clothes and to escape away from the palace until late at night.

Nokto and Licht two peas in a pod doing their best to smile yet he could see how empty and forceful it was, staring at the painter without really seeing him, similarities easiest to be noticed than the differences they did everything to underline to a world who decided to judge them since birth as nothing but an issue for the Kingdom they did their best to protect, the good instinct of Licht lead him to save and protect his people all the while pushing them away from the source of bad luck he believed to be, isolating from any crowd while Nokto embraced it, using everyone for his goals, negotiating his way through the palace gaining friends and enemies alike but doing it all to make his country prosper.

Yves looking as much uncomfortable as the twins but hiding it, a creature of perfection showed through every last detail of his shining clothes, standing still like a statue imposing his right to be there like everyone else, staring almost definitely at the painter daring him to tell otherwise, thing he was long accustomed to deal with.

A dry chuckle escaped his lips as his fingers lingered on his reflection looking back at him derisively, mocking all he ever was, all he pretended to be, something else than a sore loser, a mediocre fool with no talents, unlike his brothers everyone excelling in something he could not contemplate to be even remotely good enough at.

The not special prince of Rhodolite Clavis Lelouch nothing more than a troublesome hellcat no one feel the need for, the ever be servant of Chevalier overshadowed by him every step he take, his inventiveness brushed aside as craziness and maybe it was but not for him.

He brushed his digit on his face, his amber eyes shining with pride for a trap he had finished building, a low chuckle erupted from his chest before he could stop it, the screams of the waiter who ended up covered in floor and feathers made up for all the boredom he get that day alike the anger flashing in the butler’s eyes as he slip on the way too smooth floor of the hall.

His smile graced his face but he could see how tight he was, standing among his brothers and next to him, in his shadow in the painting like he was all in all his life, souring all the fun he had thereafter with his traps as the memory resurfaced in his mind.

It was the breaking of dawn and he was already up taking care of his uniform, the rays of the sun shining on the golden embroidery and buttons he spent so much time polishing one by one, it looked wonderful on him he straightened his posture as his heart swelled with pride for once he saw a King staring back at him from the mirror, but it lasted only a second, a blink and it was gone like the fleeting wishful dreams of a lunatic carried over by the wind away from him, destined to yearn for a thing he never was made to dream of.

It was when he saw him in the throne room that his heart sank heavy in his chest, he swallowed his wounded pride, masking his distress with a smile even if forceful, not in all the world he would have given him the satisfaction to see him crumbling in front of him to see his weakness in plain sight even though he already know of that shameful side of him way too much for his liking.

He looked radiating in his impeccable uniform walking tall and proud in the place he was destined to take on the throne, stopping only to sit in the armchair brought there for the occasion, a glimpse of hope flickered in his heart as a delicate sultry voice whispered in his ear that the game was far from over and there was plenty of time to overturn the cards, he only had to work harder to beat him, like he had all his life, craving to be noticed just once, to see his values recognised despite all he thought of himself, to feel, be even for once in all his life, to be special for someone and loved more than anyone else, to win his place in someone heart despite all his flaws, to be seen through his mask and accepted with everything he was and could not change.

He did not know he was crying until he felt something wet soak the upper hem of his shirt, he lashed his fingers away scared to taint that painting indelibly with the proof of his weakness, swift to slide his trembling fingers on his cheeks rushing in drying his tears, a look of terror glimmered in his misty eyes as he heard the door opening his heart clamoring loudly in his chest in time with the soft yet heavy footsteps approaching him, nearer at each passing minute … he closed his eyes managing to keep at bay his emotions, reopening them only when a pair of arms circled around him closing on his back.

That contact, strangely so, moved him even more as a single lonely tear rolled slowly on his cheeks, he was to dry it off when he was caught off guard by her, her smile radiating acceptance and love as she looked at him melting her lips slowly on his.

It was far from being the first time they kissed and yet that time felt more intimate as kissed her with all his passion, reluctantly pulling away only to melt his lips over hers again and again until they were breathless, overwhelmed by his love he leaned his forehead to hers taking her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing softly over her cheeks, looking straight into her eyes, his voice husky and needy as he murmured few inches from her lips.

“I love you so much, my little rabbit.”

Her smile shining with the smoldering warmth of thousand suns melting his heat completely, making of him but a pup ready to obey her every order

“I love you too, my leopard.” he kissed her once more feeling her fingers grip his shirt enough to steady herself amidst the untamable passion enrapturing them both in its spires staying like this enveloped in their own little world until noon, when he decided to bring her to his room ready to shower her in all the affection he held deep in his heart for her alone, with only the aster as audience for their peculiar spectacle enriched by the spell of the almighty power of love.

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theawkwardterrier · 2 years ago

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Seven Sentence Sunday

Tagged by my darlings @flyinghome-againstthewind and @walkinginland! It's run-on city in the house tonight, so have fun with a chunky, just written segment of the multi-POV thing 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

He knows that this context is necessary, and yet part of him also knows that he is delaying things, holding back from what truly needs to be said; he must take in a deep breath before he can step into that part, grounding himself with the well-known scents of horse and hay, hoping that they will not hurtle him too deeply backward.

"I met Claire partway through my second year, ye ken that. She was older, and we had come from entirely different places and lives, and I knew I'd be with her forever if she'd have me. She wasna a question, but suddenly other things were."

It is a strange thing, thinking once again on that time. The memories are the darkest of his life, cast in some mixture of anger and blame and pity for his past self who had been so naive, and yet they are also filled such sweetness for him, the unconfined joy of falling in love with Claire: knowing what it was like to hold her hand as they walked, and discovering that first, shocking press of her cold feet against his beneath the blankets, how she smiled, slow and teasing and satisfied, whenever she took him in her mouth, and how he could feel it against him. Those weeks had been about learning a thousand kinds of kisses and the meanings of every tone of her voice, those months filled with firsts: their first meeting and first date and first time together, of course, the first moment waking up side by side in that buckle-floored little flat of hers and the first night lying tangled together and laughing so hard that the neighbors gave them dirty looks for the rest of the weekend. But there had also been the first instance of him stealing a lick of her ice cream only to end up with a smear across his upper lip and the first time she had kissed it off, laughing; their first fight followed by their first stubborn refusal to take the initiative to apologize and their first, desperate chance to make up; the first time he had watched her pacing and grousing about a bad day and the first time she hadn't wanted to speak after one and simply allowed him to hold her as she pressed her face into his neck; the first time he had proudly cobbled together a meal to quiet her growling stomach as she, glowing, spouted off facts learned in one of her anatomy classes; the first time he drunkenly, honestly spoke about the way he pictured their children and the first time she trusted him enough to say that based on her family history and the diagnosis from her gynecologist, that wasn't something she was certain was in their future, his dazed, clumsy happiness transforming to serious reassurance; the first time he had realized that every image of his future had changed from something general and formlessly pleasant to having Claire as its center-point, bold and stubborn and sun-brilliant. (The first time he had mentioned that to someone -- Angus, one of the lads who he played impromptu games of shinty with -- the man had looked at him and said, baffled, "Anyone wi' eyes can tell that ye've already been shaggin' each other senseless, so wha' d'ye need to say that sort o' thing for when you've already got her convinced to gi' it up?")

Tagging my meme buddy @lavellenchanted, plus anyone else who's working on something and wants to share! (@isthisclever, @ckerouac, @smashing-teacups, @fraserstanclub, @roboticonography, @doctorhelena, @thesokovianaccords...?)

#fic memes

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kiaslana · 8 months ago

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reposting all of the old uquizzes i took under read more

♡. HOW ARE YOU RUINED ? you are so lonely. you are miserable in your solitude . you hate that you cannot bring yourself to reach out , to ask for help . you will be forgotten by all who never knew you . your biggest fear is that you will die alone , and you know this fear will be seen to fruition . you refuse to extend yourself beyond the box that others put you in . and it is a box that no one dare come near . you are lonely because you are afraid of yourself .

♡. WHAT SOFT ROMANCE CLICHE ARE YOU ? love at first sight. let's be real , only children believe in " love at first sight. " but you're a hopeless romantic probably sitting around in coffee shops waiting to meet " the one. " and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that . infatuation at first sight is more accurate . you are the moment when two people lock eyes , and the whole world stills . nothing is there but you and them . and there is suddenly a strong sense of longing . you love love , don't deny it . flowers , chocolates , the whole nine yards . because of this you are loved by many . hopefully you know it too : you are loved .

♡. WHAT COLOR DOES YOUR LOVE FEEL LIKE ? warm burnt orange. Riding off into the sunset, the hope of a happy ending, the bitter after taste that still in it's own way smells kinda great. Your love is all bitter hopefulness, all about a broken heart that refuses to quit, all about the unshakable knowledge that a burning fire has a great comforting warm and a soft glowing light, all about the way when the sun comes down there's a beautiful starry night. It's stubbornness, it's the refusal to give up, the clutching of broken shards despite the searing pain and being adamant that dammit you can still make a beautiful stained glass window out of it. Yours is a screaming heart, a pleading love, a bitter and almost belligerent hopefulness that things will still work out even if you have to roll up your sleeves and make them. And god, aren't you tired? Isn't your heart heavy? Is all your hard work worth it? Don't you just want to curl up and let it be? Let the fire turn to ashes and the sky turn dark and let love die down and watch people leave? But you don't, do you? You're the bravest out of all of us, so you pick up the pieces and you keep going, you keep believing and you keep your heart full of hope because some day. Some day you know you'll get it. You keep riding off into the sunset and you keep filling my heart with hope as you go because god, how do I wish you finally get it too.

♡. WHAT FLAVOR IS YOUR SOUL ? rosemary. ah, the old soul, nice to meet again. the time of ages is etched into your bones, you see clearly. you've watched the heartache in this realm and sworn to solve it. but kindness without limits is self destruction. oh little leaf, strong and wise, you seek to bring peace with your presence. I'd be wrong to say you fail at this effort, but you mustn't set yourself on fire to keep others warm. you wish to please everyone, to protect them all. but if you shield the saplings from the sunlight they will never grow, and you one day will wither. protect yourself too. you know there are no happy heroes, so don't be one. be a friend. your loved ones will not forsake you for not being perseus slaying all their demons. you have your own monsters, why not meet them first before you conquer anyone else's nightmares. oh true-hearted paladin you are brave, and you are good enough. you know that right? be true to yourself, one cannot do anything saintly if they did not tend to their own wounds first.

♡. WHAT DOES YOUR HEART LOOK LIKE ? a compass that doesn't waver. You are someone who is certain of what you want . Maybe you always have been , or maybe you made a discovery that you haven’t been able to tear your eyes away from . Your heart is set and certain . You fight endlessly for your goals . Above all else , you know who you are and what you are trying to achieve . Just be careful not to tear yourself or others apart in pursuit of your ideals .

♡. WHY ARE YOU UNLOVABLE ? you just want it too badly. you love with your whole body , it's not bad , but it's overwhelming . sometimes giving others space can be okay , i know you're scared of losing them but it will be better in the long run if you also learn how to be your own person . codependency is scary , but you are brave .

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libidomechanica · 1 year ago

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For Greece a tear: and saw more to closed at

A ballad sequence

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Second Stanza

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Third Stanza

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Fourth Stanza

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Fifth Stanza

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from a slave? Before delight: if my bethrothed to the young nobleman of three of grass on which thy sleep, beauty

made you do homage unto the Heathen Priests them leaues winter- liuerie is; the Prior, turn his answer, Let us nothing

through every Reverence is here? Beside yon spring a soft, more endeared, fast by Memories! Love you I love

nor quarantine to ask his habitude of frowned actress’s scratchy pockets would underling mind than their statutes on

horses dark hedge, and spatterns, and two are green laurel: her please to be most pamper’d woe; give no more numerous

Evidences? When the lips bind you wilt be merry play, which the rest. Take my love the crept therefore the door shepheard it

all, an England a Moses’s face in the uplands ungrateful every visit, as capacity: my business in

or borne away, i’ll see me. Decided, about twice, and to follow’d my milk of the love in things—to Head that little

to covet most, without the Western down in warming now, your arms; the soth to flay alive. Like men in fears for

a hint all? From this t’ ye: and rehearsal of all your deeds. Steps are comes tumbled cross’d in grave as first was the Past

gone, a stuffs, lace, but in France, and crown’d with steady Skill, and from disguises of people have slept quiets sake, is the

flower when in vain; for injur’d Fame. His mother, fierce purest it did not mocks,—shall their doors for I dare betters, great

nature’s white small paint sound of any other plants, you stare: the will plays, have a black-eyed China’s crowd will caruen they

are the will cost his help, on you on a serenity— that what we meets, and play jungle raging like a row light.

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The best in more delight, O Heav’n- born by the frail man, for sometimes her breath or honor’s mimic, all accompany! I took my road, yet half English ground his page. Yet all go or servention might of majestic pace; or, had him in

your loathe hills within him not to gard. But Lenitives for the epopee, to rob the rub— and two are dazled were danced with such familiarly do I perceived by a poor deluded Absalon: whether grace, of humane Laws. To

human kindness. Thou may face in her heads are not so good advice! Down but because I lie with they are not she should Love and thither my draught himself from this with Jacob’s Voice. Cease too ferocious people pay but as I may sing, my

though sorrow. I turned in the night do the accredit, that climb in after all instinction! And short, this hymn, and having down before fainting, Margaret stop the world as, sincere a bee that him be that sad and lo! Where is my lips are

alive has seized through his bone from where your limbs they descends to the old world know a tricked change the losse, and vows for the practised at they bene of flesh and hers stand: but have still, and comfort of stubborn sounds daily like to make us

a fancy, until the day. That it should a fool. There was penn’d: his strange surprised as in rank, the light the past; for thin potatoes she with an unspeakable descending Age, so form’d Design, i, whose dawn. Historian banquets

ranges, of a heart with showed they led the old man, Dearest, who had wanted to wrestling of a solemn for done thing verge it is foundation bleed? The paragon; and there torn haire they from curious East, sighing somehow, a year

her husbandry. Love you dance so well enough thick and the Robert, head, gained about our low wood, and flower, which all you, even by much loyal trumpets, my dear, but not unkind, the bettering lest any tyrants, you meant to make

his spicy nightly of centaur Nessus garb, the wide world wander each pew and prove faithful as we comes away my head lastly, let Lisa go, and Dryden’s last for the genitals I feared, the winds and load his carriage into the

whitest sinner,—he did not supper; common bed the God- like the flung it up poetical; and keeps warm her niece who sigh alone from all these long-clothes will be. A drowsy spell? While Pan and once marshals forth with a kissogram. The panels

broken: time to the church and mair we’se ne’er the tears, I’ve grow too awful; tis bearing to the wind—shaking up afresh air. I know not, to pass ere I shan’t help each bold evening, words rude enough all meats, fainting Spirits frequent inroads

to love and though he been a sort of liberty, its branches yearning Post, sole recovery t was her head, gained something New to Trade for most fierce kiss again would you go through we inhabit is voice reviv’d, a Plot require,

let bee. Thou blind benefit of clamour at our mistress, in Sanhedrins to the world laid then go, seeing the worse and was not, to battery, so lately forever was free from conceive her marke: he has always in the room

and all his visage fellow-feeling— right to spared to freed from a few steps. Two days he foreign film of hotels, st. Even in blisses: tell good choyce, this purest interest man, expression is not a closed over without a wink,

but in vain to say, whote cole on her true to die. Part of my grief is pass ere thy breast two are not angry not makes them a look our master. Thou Mother days seen! I think I speak that light, the feast: such words meantime to harvest. Both, or

few, do hang on the night as to Arbitrate? His Train treasures wait on forlorn, from his very man! Injurious of Fitz-Frisky, and the isle of self-defence: this worth my life’s a country is tuneless experience moue, curb’d-

in with art sore. This Child I thee will wast: without a ray. Plague of shame I sport, or some patient of ancient reason is—the pure bad a large order to beast then on its ladies what: on a suddenly, as when he had seen to find

it in a Patriots hurl’d their poets almost trying troubles from the wife than mine, my love me time he star heart can wine! And now I looked out untrue. Woman, who sigh o’erloaded asses abstract it given, all party’s first Mrs.

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But thou, Fancie, say that he would sleep. It is this late schooling steal o’er white small concern, and proud look at me! To speak that I write it! Movements you love in watch. In sunshine hostess for thy celestial king happen when its grey circle smile, abridg’d of daily voice obedients well of Angells Metal burn’d. Pick up who place. That crowds, cuckoo-like, bubbles of

which might be arbitrate? Her fading soul can he to your eyes that can praise too night vision strains too late: born was sauce forbear, which we can received home to settled either looks, are not wel ken, but that’s essential that sings of him it never moor and picked Neighbours call my toils or nothing the winter, hack, knew that passion. There be inly knows what you

should every day her tears. From skirt to see which now she might rudeness, she of the Past. And as her looks naught. Turn Rebell was when his packed into one and the men. In contend; but out, as when we cried, each side, ply vizard mask, and them happy as wells; I looked thee; though flower call, where is not always mighty’s Gentlemen alone, but now come in others,

worn downs in clean, the Maiden’s later she maken gayne, no Rechabite more. Remain according, are the sky the roofs with more mischeivously slow, his heart why should brook but strong crescent. But carpe diem, ’ Juan, who bound then the heart asleep ere I am a fire, her husbands chaste me to take up in copying this is none of love, and the splash the soldier

took to remains of the love affair on we gained mote vnfolde many mounts up, till thoughts, and those pallid and danced to mooted to practice, a garland was sometimes to smash candy out of life, the silent wall, like a rising came to the Third? For not be my desire shall know my love, like then, our fists on what you tell, sweet children and their strength must steer

without the word of which faithless that shape of orphans and said … Nay, we are the Storm grace of mine. Comes it may, shall I work, and transaction every springs; ’ and danced uxorious sigh, especially if new, or forty days’ advanced like thing is, they stand there’s a blur, a Film Fun laughing for Lebanon in digging his yet in the tan of things might;

o look’d down upon my hero, as her maid, hauing men; drink out this dangerous Conscience, the Continent, but he, more women be mostly, mother, he may float up up up up up up up up up up up knocking among them. To build up common-wealth is free! The hardships of silence. Call Jebusites may staineth; suns of flame where bare tree.—Middle

of being maid, down in her eye; what should breast with which I can’t different nation, up shall never find it well hast all hands: before her eyes or her gold bracelet clasp’d each new meeting you, except throughout loneliness, be not that air beat with the lady and lover shore, you turned in highest human kindness Ill with Samian and once; twice? House; two wretched

race; ah, what he seemed to faintly clad; her brought ungentleman from the tranquillity, for the shortly after I found her chords; indulge in hearts, have her sayne to hunt to his Birth, must see it all, smiling faces other Countries, and the still, at last for a shelter not a King: kings were thought me mad to set off and any hope it seems false, herself!

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Mighty reason scorn with some brink? I paint to find the Grenvilles? And now man—the sword has made new patron-saint—is

it doth spot thought. To man, so swell, be well, and arms is difficult.—Born to me, how mourner, or bear not so, I am

an answer all, over the gruel! Poor sodger. More that holds the soul! The Tory member you out the rents? But

not such made evening to wean his feelings from the Spring, as the milder place, that one less he had grand as whene’er

such odious Aid my copy- books, what she is heart, took his might, opprest to part in our neck to Propogate her

mourning the matter downright of me! How mans bereft, he left not unkindling bottle whose globy ringed, at leads too

change beyond white, and adult’rate growth her true tempt the place even by whose poet’s wrong; his Memory, without

occasion of the head be, enlargèd Winds, that is made, and watch a harvest of thine, other sad antithesis; romance

of god look up, can you, malcontent with his Memory did excels, and all my life, they are, fit to human this

cottage, I dwell be, that course! The Prior and martyr oft would my throw light all but feed on the o’erleap the breathe? And

sung, a little heart beats so wild, Society. To sound the graseth hem master, painter hath prompted, and rude,

barrenly person appeared. Where ourselves the fact, except perhaps his to proceeded for she wish they had heard, nor no

God could not Israel! Son, for succeed; of the things below. A heart, another sire’s; when find virgins blush rebuff that

to show it changed my monk’s-things. A boughs along ygoe? But the other doth state, but being leave me first looks into this?

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Now transmuted, where is not employ, with the Clouds can that we don’t anent the power I risked what shall being. And Fir’d with one fierce becomes to be sad or cheekes to wean Don Juan from skirt to Cheat him or silver leafless sleep, sleep

but the same to Madness. Their thoughts of vesper bright the summer gilds them locked at their ruin. In island. Why should be possest; still divert my Nancy aft I could not only the lives has been my heart. Both in triumphantly. And said,

And this enough. Busy old man rose flower of the sung in her shapes of their bear your sheepe, whilst, like thee, severe reproof’s a siren’s wile; and just now the strange temperance our nocturnal summer is done their bear him out d’ye say? Till thee

to amend? Ye villager’s wealth, by man a Mickey Finn and saw more smoothly, where late and perform’d like a sleeps; ’ we fell—and woman. You style I’ll seek and then delves, the shifts of wool, as romances brought clasp’d each day as after all thing

is should hold, the House of Concubine and defraud and probably tried to sea, when as Lowder, which, Perilla, shop, and o’er her soft, liquid words are gone on the Blood, that he fast he clergy, who upon whose at last, why should remove, a

hearts of the garden whisperse the night. But then so careen; there too were had wanted meant to fall, and thy Matchless that is gone in pieced our favorite pop song I probably took the declivity, seeing therefore heart had been a Congress

to a wedding to be well, and wherefore even as on the gold tunnel I be good, to spoil’d. Tonight, if not love you afternoon I wake with husks, cut flesh, men shall I doe? Despite the world, my true love but if he danced in his

busy in tolerable tale did the rosy floods which your arms. To look’d—and gave it not; we ourself she was a bold evening the sheets like a hollow was a poet, a sad and such suits full of year old man rose martyr oft would

sit the needful preludes of people no Considering leave me to the approve its core like all my wishes from his debt at once it is tied? Call the lady than the hill. These long revolving in his Wit proves is lodging hands there.

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Sleepwalk all night the British godship’s humble cot, and all the ear is the Sea where as long the sun rose flower enough,

much hope, we have seen the sense but reprove, let us letters plain that at the spurre my horse! Such perplexed, which, with

the Mouldy rolls of seven together on which man grumble knapsack a’ my wealth Imagined creation to weepe.

Full action and Parga’s shore, that the old gossips waiting to the dear Waggoners, ’ around sown with each of dialogue,

because I love you and if her Face; there built up a forgot, to mar them up through wind come, for several peopled

ark the shepherds spontaneous priz’d, and a wretched youth: these? Love to served in my Love of the king in time—to

quite displaces. That your low world against my Starry Pole: from the three cast to their Belzebub will be wed or dead.

Not so dirty. For the proper plans of a fair slaves see their dole, brain that watched her as my foot alone, the leasing

Rebels, Kinsmen together turned to they and looking that I waited her some appeared, fast rooted in them at the

Pacific seas in which the Columbus of the press’d; but Phillis was before and quickly under at a distance—

passion, though the town where the meaning to wood? Saloon, room, hall, without my grueling she meets you can receive, and

recommend wise silence, seldom fair to thee, angels from, the world a spoil’d. Life’s variety; a full many throat: with

sleep; in the bar about Contest. The first, happy, honesty against Form and alone, but spoke in them suffer more

my mind draw from its pride to want. Or crippled o’er the silk full in his movement of liberates because or a

queen? There we are metropolis, of oceans new, or forty days, month of the Throne. The coming us at least as

the book of things which gave upon thy auspicion. Again the villager’s prize might err, but he has twa sparkling

roguish een. A love or brandy’s fervent ferns, how we pray your heart is what I saw you fast by Time’s all were the black.

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I thought me so sore, then the Tree. Did ever was Patriot sympathy a Briton’s, who in their duty, tapping

to roam the more; which oft a dearer where is nothing to inquiry; and will be kind. She had a husband, soon as

an awful, sober, sad antique pen; him in your Father can tax my mind the Government. Although your assumptions

knew they love him. No title to govern, nor had debas’d my walls like sympathies throne: see aright? Would, the Regal

Right, all painting-brush? My heart had no human Wit could be thy shame I spoke the look down common place but strong real, his

arms and with the storm come inmate this Numerous qualifi’d, incline the road she was wise no eyes, at whose lips so

oft have found in me. She answered clouded jade face on earth remained spuds, that we downward casten to wait death crashing

gladly leaven knots of flies fills all women that took it so longer than the toast of union of outside that turned

by the foolish I could e’er broken with his water’s web hung Balaam and shook the road against or his body as

welcome; then roar through his horse with every whereon a work nothing; a pipe, to love per Cents? I know not, ’ quoth a to-

do! Regularly people streames displaced by stranger and never knees both that he layes on horsemen. But been, but

been, which he ground a poet. Thou art was a Levite, and does it be alive, the black and pluck’d, she said she, A sodger’s

privilege. Plundered to found took the ripeness and extremity; pleas’d eyes more ask myself would haue beneath

thy darkness flowing to upheave their plac’d; when I reign’d before cannot Praise. I found it out it anywhere had told.

Twelfth Stanza

A-making of thy Name. Safe and gather’d, leave ere loved. Yet Dauntless fates, and all Breathless steps a sweet Robin sits neck

be wrote, and for escapes, we are each time there, or they could arise to kepe, is carriages, and gold, wett, and alone,

but thou repent and they see a man and waves has left to master thought else, you know’st my whole like; how high way, into

a crescent, and on the game at a distant a flame thing which gathers, like wet feather place, intervent ferns, how to

lie forgot, would years, a hecatomb of such hangs as yon hawthorn’s blossom’d bean, when I’m old, okay?; Tis also of

sorrow may not bound for her so, lending stars, and robes sweated that I was a good tree. That seeldome chase o’er his sad

mists, and mine and stones, and prove that taste and given, the hearth did many a dale with blossom. There it were hot. Or proffer

his calm, tho’ matching all there confusion slowly mould; so dexterous Evidence been spare freeborn native truths

transferr’d their Belial wither into the distant tower half-blotted bodies their wayward round a welcome stripling

be, and here had no devotion I write; write a situation he was found about there fixed become extinct the

found to be Out-done. Just not gain they must needs with tears of the morning because it is the little glittering prey.

If Pindar sang—and, singing as the chain—it may seemed there men and stretch of moods as man’s style that, brother on the sword,

he is unjust? And none, for Amiel’s perfect the flower were the sun’s true, he was of the Laws, where is a man and

this arms thy plightest living into his daughter, hack, knew the variety, but with grief were not to the God-like

innocent music-notes, for proud, had set something is everblooming auburn wave of new the Potter’s lute, subject

too: perfect beauty take my care the virginities: but kindly took, because or war had stung himselfe doth the peopled

ark the rose and noun, on seeing heavy Load, while, I must die; but a shape so the suffring Sappho last—of all

the better, who but peaceful love you Late into it and knockers broken: time I have foundations, that—but all shine.

Thirteenth Stanza

How good he is, how sullen day. Puff of death high the paint: would not to be at one woud plead and adult’rate grown coat;

to dreamers to confess. Dim apartment while she critical, be cautious spheres! My friend, and I grow in a lofty

Pile, and on to heauen theyr good choyce, the world at here are be such sort as, thought me: my selfe knowledge of his being on

the silent&quake I would be. But feed upon those lips for judged from Foes; and the skies? Their secret spring out, and sickness

charm of space liked to it dearly! By these load. A Gyges’ ring of a bee! And yet a deed, were answer, Let one

of the warm summers’ pride of truth is, I’ve not the vast and there, by Command, steal upon thee to make a new needle;

his dog hote to raise up their talk like Anarchy. I wonderful house. Tis truth atone forc’d, like a delta with knives

into the deep in she asleep in their gesture an equals the same: of what your dear embodied Good and his

venerable man, you before ask much things which youngster here shut; the very hostile light, th’ admiration, who

liues by lies and Take the man., Prayed these: we say, like Burns whom Doctor Currie well be possess’d methodistic, or

Eclectic, are gone the same loving a good custom of pleasure signs opposing to the purposed; pleasures fall, thou

make him still swollen surges and are dust begun, and then grace, rose Aylmer, autumn beauty go with verse adorn, when

I rose, he turned to feeling, which began to fall. Or eats from four past mistake, my Arts to the more of election.

Thinking place for you think not trust God: see and clean; unbrib’d, unsought me Latin I could not blinded so, her tattered

if I so oft a warming shall seek him a close counted to spare em, for the important torrent which gave upon

me, poor stupefying popularly people easie tis Glory: And tis to prayer-book ready spread our tale. You have

behind here, his high toby-spice and the Scrifice;—through three glow-worms, whom, when he ask’d the years, taught of me, or that a

bonne forest! Chaste readers, too, of every limbs: they are peeping o’r: and silent was the rounds, with fire we have had give

me to Mortal writings to important, bore to God, who have and not kept the horrid sin— and some rich sitting outside

the Florentine, no second the table spread its tenderness: but such feast was And dwarfs and ever mood.

Fourteenth Stanza

And rise from thee what my hearts held discovered birth new joy was he Paus’d; then unmark’d, on either line: so vile he make

an old or sink—I have misses his he bound dizziness into it dearly! While their power to their wild season:

many a dear life endite; take my life, or to end the air; i’ll serve you dry out thy birth, or the thrush, that watch a

great hight, but it’s be merry tunes these little heaven! Communing with, as age; in angel of the Love put in salt,

and native Landor’ has taketh discover, the light, for my wise many a hill-flowery angels at Memphian

bands of the streets suspect himself again to get the whip, the daughter far could we not that has twa sparkling roguish

een. His nobly plague of Sir Ralph from the branchings; and, as we, each puree, our controvertible&extent and

the Florentine, new as his door; I try to know she is unjust? Clay, but sure times with the naturally something which

you canst pour from the Nation’s hanging asswage. I wish forbear, and noblest with it eternally. Know ere thoughts enjoys

three instead of any kind, and one, and wise; for in gear, whom all liars, and marked by reason of love thoughts like

a lambent-flame; for being in the delight, that do I feel the Lure to Mars that oppress’d the made through THAT Love an

out so, we’llsay not of a heart, every scribbling like to have lies, knowing,—tis also subjects for they will one dark

hedges colors, and at thy brothers here: ’ but t was my ownest own, young. Pronounce upon a picture bridegroom fair.

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Private meets with true play, till to me soon where will bitter to burn your silly selfe boye, ah for the long time was contented, vaunt as admit to you. Thought to lingering World is glimpses of thy freshly bless us, their arms, wi’ mony a wood, walking, tis with thee, myself a service shoud use, against his for your Ark. Of lonely try’d their Power to

the intentions on, who am I? The morality to fix the Muses friend. Did yourselves went on its late pension. And so as I took you years before him Magistrate; a kind of people’s flash’d: they wanted wear; the vertical prettily bedabbled with turncoat has twa sparkling roguish een. It was not yet he wild! Her grown a happy

crowded round, now grows well receive! We tell in the third floor’d by flower a weakest flows in contribute took the gaze, a rib’s a thing what, if you would be deadly Plain; Branch upon so fonde, and with Heaven is less litter side bound dizziness is but the most ready to determinable from several plot which foreign sway may Give me free. His

questioning, I own, and on the church of mud and fight with sloth hath taken for don’t things below, beating the people of all flowers, and Place; in beauties finds, who banishings, and talked with your Title which I could my fathers a Righteously Love—who did not, and Mocha’s berry, from thee, whose brutal as if we don’t know not holding too entail’d for

they holdeth all to me, if I’ve been friend—and gathering Parties, love, and for Factious commemoration, stars. Will be kind of facts, of no great light to show this time but in my heart. Graces! To the could attack as ever court, then the fire with truth, it had been the woman: so far remote what it is why I waitedst age: wait dearly! He redder

the guns, and at you mine. Is only danced, I stood a King: nor doubt! Tis so meeke, weke, though soon as once beneath each kept your mistress, the cool rocks before his Estate. Just as readers, one brave any others use, dumbe Sleepe holding with slip. His looked black snakes, some year heat to lingering gentleman’s amount: though more perhaps for he had newly was her soft and

most essential: i’ve seen to that tomb bestrew whereby I know that was the loved and prosers, and fourthly, what’s crept the toasted up his reft household gods of thing to meet all the presumed with the Small reason of talk; nothing verge, where your soon even so my turn: eyes, and butterflies. Nor cared not say it came to the hold the sweet soul, and eye. The hungry

cheerless Foes, my Katie! Mistake, a thorn, with bands of business of Greece flash and guess. Black eyes I stood careless reverence, that was swell before slept in her impels he seemed to feet were none of the restriction, every journeys end in his parties, and kiss my mountain- tops with a brilliant oceans new, or forty days’ advance bene Wolues O sweetness,

and was that which made no bickerings, hinder cheeks bespread upon it an odd breezy shades, which thy sins enclosed doth knowledge he might on. When the college friend, which longest iudge the door with rhymes and down that done by only hope will gain—or nonsense, I ask? ’ Th’ template afterglow as these were thoughts of neither things, and could not rest of ripe age,

a dull and charms, legs and peaceful Action, e’er bells from time and David bring; fomented virgin bosom assail in the rest hems breasts but the most circle of the true breeze knock at you go that has broken meaning of the calm of my flesh no aching Friars, timing it will be. I say luck; it’s nothing is ever upon earth change, or whether from

thee, that true—as, if you can combine on tiptoe, said what we have led her breast, and fairly fair; her comfort me, and perceive you tell, thus the tune. Blood-red her own life too read with my brow blushing for that’s the way to painter raiment struck my strength can speak no Latin more that thought I receive! Vain revives in their dead, he ask’d to be leane soul a face!

Sixteenth Stanza

That took their better or foul fault or temples over-smoothly they do, t was asked of the little strictest interpret

thee what were for yellow autumn, big white Ohio town, now with you that bounds: you seek and looked at merry and

that Fate alone, and pious dyes of nation extremes decry’d; with those worth enjoy the truth: for many, and that good

die first her aunt, and ingredient time I had lost his absent wiles. Let none likes more that shining. Wreck, or death and

leaves seem filled and root myself she dreams … throw your necke you mean to the eye can’t stuffs, lace, far more the fairly; and in private

Right, and her love and there picture, and my blusht: from her bar to pretend a hundred maybe not. Work for the noble

call Thy placed, cloves, so equal to her few books, where we be seen where, gallant’s wand to last doubt he earth discernible

flowers, and scattered her shepecote, and of David spoke the subject only they talk’d on me, should we been a

lofty Pile, and whifts and Turbulent of the coarse the Tenement some kisse in secrete wise, already got, deere killed.

Seventeenth Stanza

Curl that love but would have had a line swept smooth monotony of chastened up each of late and no repose on thing to the ocean’s may be sung the orange as Bulls, that each bold ever live pattering darkness, disting and therefore

I love you I’d have her: the tree so know it’s gripe! ’Er be to chimes, in mine, no such a great Bacon’s blush’d upon the additions much inspired to make fun of many a curious morning more serious with glee across

the width the door keys, their priest of charms of Fitz-Frisky, and pebbles, and as rolls an old tail coat, the North. Disk caught me Latin more the rocky brow; but such a General Good and story, the Grates; who fell, and wonder tribe who loved Attribute

to plants are describe her garden- gate reviewed there an heiress of the hour torches to important persuade my life to the small Jack Horner, ’ and knew them back or stops her degradation bestowes serues thy sake do you and

deface that stretcheder than a Successfull Youth; and telling breast. I had a willing tales of alter’d in a little lily’ juan yet quickly loath, and my bravest, and, while on that shall lean towards be good reasons why this the Fall: but

mostly, mother I would die for all is a virtue, like those vegetables, and Paris changings on the crown on the bowl with Samian and decide be in the world. And turn like Feinds, that could not please, did I,—to the other women behold

gods protect himself from the great descry part of spruce, new seaweed on joy, to sell, or had vertical lightning blast word to moment of their own, and sitting bathe inform’d by a blank into subdue the best all she left me go.

Eighteenth Stanza

The sank with my niece … Herodias, I may sit, and more the cold have claim, you know? Me on in the Pacific seal, a

cure for you think, t’ espoused to find all the good custom- house, farm, villager’s prize, and Persian carpets, which grows higher

end with things which, for that liv’st but in good sense, now that now you too. Hair like Heaven, by their graves me mad to master

Cosimo announced to hide the cords need not a breath, and eyes seeking haze, sees full, and noun, on thy shade. Pricked with

souls relations; we have shown; arms to mourn, and silent still I give me thus, and three streets, and learned in her cheerful

wast: with a smile that copy die. The first met, I have much good fortune’s matrimonial cooings, that she must the passing

you don’t ask him from singing from disguises, where people, and dancing throat, and now a poetess was, is, at least

lie still midnight, with aversions, if Bands, that points, and of Death in the conquer’d? We sate to turn of butter for the

churchyard tree she was far as bienseance all thy face of sorrows given throb with this the north is place, and other and

Bride. And when shouldst in vain; when Kingship, the forests—great, so pure a great, if Sovereign stones in a brilliant, when I kisse

though not quite literature never gave the Sword of emerald twinkle in its blood. Beauty be that I forget

the aft has broke the name a well- pleas’d with a little harder foote in her evident this— when as if he living

in theyr flocke, than you on a shapes, and shed it that’s the blossom’d griefs have seen an emerald and fauns and how good to

take this loom in shallow’d like lucus from it! Somewhere, the Whigs not far behind, now, and the breathes, and yet still woo ye.

Nineteenth Stanza

Rain an approve them shot bath. No one cares; but only lily; she turn’d, and lastly, by degrees. Not the Rust Belt mode—

work hard or playful lower o’ the twilight began to me: the exhausted vein. Amends; by formidable dyke

before I shall be one way. Tonight, we will come upon his daughter by horse, out as heavy measures of Belial

with itself gave us, and all proceed, I opine. To farther turned a woman. But see, how we feeder was subdued.

Silences. Our compression is a favourite; write the blue ladies’ lucubrational: if Pindar sang a

sore temper ruin’d through too having my knee and joined hands, your voice, excepting so many murder at a sublime, nor

blanket. Was only lily; she saw that shall were fix the creak of ink, his Grace a Churchill her for whom the though

simulation is to be undone. A turn,—Why do you seized her ranges routing head, gained by all my heart thou remain.

Twentieth Stanza

Clay shrink to a wall hung down best in my advice! Have prove their own, sitting for the ethereal, though sagest your would love I shall be the barrenly perils still; and then

so gone in personified through king, ’ or west thou survivor bulls of Memory of the venerable Armytage, are taught of the siren, who, one was lasting. But it

be? Its scenes with wrath: he something look, first appeared. More nearer air and dew-drops, and please to keepe. The songs, the Power uncontroul. Appears; barzillai thou leaves are gone in the

bride in the gathering limbs they acted thus it fatal mercy he cruel fairly fair; the same disease, and was soft music burthens ever dye, love them they might he living

in the sceptre like this is not thing, I sat, she came things stranger that’s heritage; that a sublime, noble line of Ulysses; the Seas, and rounds, if Bands ungratefull many

a dearest dinner,—her hands and goodness, my Katie? In no ignoble Stile he wonder oats for his bosoms which every virtue, shew I am pitiful as if

thy King; when the Strand; but, like a candles out, scoop afternoons and Tyranny. Concord to a Saturn. So that his dead could hoisted Counsel Juan. When I entertain and of

the children, rivals halts, midst the heroic—true- sublimes whate’er of depending for Death—but Damme’ s quite enough a lad, had eventide; meant force, of sons, of thing of

the long as pliable as stood and since, and seemeth to the men ride, with self-scorn with fire the absolute heavy tears mine, whene’er drive me a minutes of the difference of

the expressed in any body deranges like a cause I rub my eyes slit like sand try their better clay, just observants all the who, ere she meets with mercurial skin.

Twenty-first Stanza

Ten men Aspire, twas the lawn or up thou saw a field so ill, then must borrow, come to announce … the mountain-sides part

of lute-strings deem’d, some reader, than a wooden springs and interruption me shortest way;— juan yet quickly the power

or hurling to a wedding need not. And you will some he said the king session: forgetting much. That the coal all

things to all accompany beneath they want it unfolds clear, to the jasmine and new: then a fevered with thy body

as we could it been oblige us to heavenliest daughter’s more stood in love no rain. We lovers are the road,

unless her pockets to preached their scum: I say luck, my wife nuptial examples are left alone, though she had pass’d by

salámán heart. The cruell shot: a kind of both, or either lips in the morning’s Defence she properest thou fleets, and

death which receive not stop with renown, still, more plans a word spoke their hearth did many a messengers of Barren Praise;

till one. And gone, write, but how their alter’d by flowers. Sits meaning verge it is, as from all thing—the gods’ protect of

drifted of, but of my own. On speculating come, since the boxed-in hills, dales, or tides. That it shall shine envied, I,

lessened in my cradle shone, and pine-crusted bodies like a girl of a solemnized her as on a sudden.

Twenty-second Stanza

Who, stead of great Drawcansir, examined to the night vision; as time next to the even in the name anew,—yon

look. Salted base. For into stream that I recognized that all of a corsage to kindly leave me freedom and Order

too; so much the better, you’ll find, I moved as all round me. Turn his own master. Shone hert doth sincere a messenger

has broke prominent and slight soul another tons, ’ which my tears, in anothers. Sweeting the front, but for trumpets,

my Katie? Full many a time, the bone: at was low, hey both together; and her sea- solicitor, which Hebrew

Ballad or chance upon the night munching Friends are vain devotes the mildest said: Wait up! As ever said, Those dire

Artificers in her matins, our glorious man. And night, and waited that one planet that’s sure time it struck eight

ocean: at eight; and the hours to my arm that peck along; other missing after-loss: then we have grief in heart of

love. With back again the cool rocks of illness in the scaffolds itself how time to the way you feel a certain challenged

echo chamber and more they have, what the last she was yellow ringlet, lilies another bed and in my Gates,

and to the future bright assemble’ of duty, all that! Rivals in fine family’s a things, and sooty the moon.

Twenty-third Stanza

Now their Peoples should lull its skin’s debt at once for once, even good might—and the mounted ground. With truth of humanity,

and taken for the seldom yet I mean an honest made of! To which opens touching- place where it now come hours

my life’s journey towards a group of the sober parent’s a family of certainly to forbear, the Maiden’s form by

silent of men ever; quo’ she, My grand suppress’d with your child yet in the pages. The purposes taint, half-canonized

her breast with circumstance can I keep not the promise for want plays upon its life? Anger of a troubles from

my monk’s-things and stretching back big- time; who puts all his peculiar smiles, their dark breast, in all: his Layes: or some simply

disinterest alchemy—Witch, and then on the Wound: for Gods Provided at home. While each in the sun set wherewithal,

manner where the natural a poor woman to love perfect all dissolute boy for many man who want to like.

Twenty-fourth Stanza

On Cessnock banks o’ Coil, I thoughts, and cure is and heighten. For which the sea in the door. Went will sag if you are likewise

country from the wife and Caesar’s ear and in Trust not see me. Face on ev’ry grace is a flowers his wars and

sent, to prevent decide, and revive they setten they would prove of a Crown from an untoward, from the dark as night

vision; I might finding on the wrists, two bits of a throned queen; but of dew: let me seed; david, from year to answer

get to be gallants, e’er herbs and stroll’d announced his Youth, Beauty as the best: t will not better for me, and robes

to bed, when its grey line the incidents related. To that come, my every on dissolves their Tast. Tis strengthened, and

then as any, we are loved daughters, from strife, should have for your fault; a silver: by command, and having and heighten

bolted joints. Heart, as I walk between what’s sometimes been, she glory is tuneless now—Thy beames did euer lighters

something but thou would say. To find my break of innocence with surprise when Pan and I’ll see which makes to the few fully.

On which them a look at its resurrection when the old Enthusian sentence comes aware of the Prior’s nieces

shines should have knows here increase to him the shriek like leaves closed behind those something in his fine way? But when I press?

Twenty-fifth Stanza

As few, do hang on disquiet take and you cry. Wiping hath masterpieces of the most in my thirst: they won’t birds

come in measure, but there the world on hisses? In midst of the nations of every sort of lope, which comes round my bride

went out for use. Because it well: tho may well as heavy next at such as Love being reach— tho’ lost in vogue; now grave

with her good call my hope.-Wall where the twinkling stars gone to stinging thy name. And there i have I see! So Beautie beauty.

Twenty-sixth Stanza

My life like the northern empire born was eighty Mind; strange is constant age, a dead when flow’r-reviving Right to

please, but Save me that beneath high the sleep just excess of the Blest: heaven is world can that vneth may afternoons driving

Rights. Hath the publick Zeal to God’s enemies a sponge soaked up to fight; sleep, sleepe. Tree so dispute between the sceptre

like those very fault; a fighter, so that it self over the most despatch, and all the altar and helped us

one. But till he knew the purpose! Wet leathers, instead of negligence; the Saxon king, not one, and all were surest

ore ended when the birds sang a start, the sight to name of sure than our Fury foundation yet, lilies and the flying

in the blossom. Simply disinterested their shoes were told that softest doom pars past? Of raising which shook their Kings

are figure an equal spirit works will fall; ye count the blocks creep in thy sweetbreads; and ne’er be draw? As Lady

Adeline had come, Font of his world is always for writers for Hell. Still that guided preach in the affecting Folly

far remote what came before a Son! In decent time, they han sound shall come out of dried blood, than I had not know what

you die if she sank sat amidst of any who place: feare nothing I have the Firmament. Child, the wondered brand his

name: without much to miss it, and stood undisturbs our clay, just like th’ united into master thought I learning

my first of majestic pieces. Such now his Jest, and whereon a wood, and less on the blocks tenderneath the wind.

Twenty-seventh Stanza

” Take me be by that, or sorrow. I am an ancient gray, pillow, for all in all right pebbles, most no grave, we

kiss me, sweet Robin sits only a few friends, mankind might, and two pretty fingers, youth, by the influence’ is a

boy, and had an air ascend, whose dawn. The primrose to other Plot to dwelling stiffe and green for like a new them, were

the silk full of mild as if thy days about the thyme—and sorry for music burthens, melons and her, to the woodbine

leaves a globe of gold, and pluck’d, the great place, and where the peasant glad; but out, my care those weird seizures come back. And

the dates, and I. The nut if, after due feelings for that I would form’d like a boulder. Bad in your dear heat could alike,

zombie-lite through lifted ha’, to the people door. I saw that now you triumph, must attentive: the true one

in him the gentleman’s head, thought foot alone, do not so? Love, whatever hunted ground; and he must be contrived hour.

Prince, with black and when we cease them leaues within, and while by the effect in thy Line! An’ she has twa sparkling roguish

een. Around, to make us wishes; like his mutton. Sense, or reproof’s a storm has prove himself, a nations thine

on, and raise. Who had much wrestless manage well beginnings. And men, and wish and said, I see around thy force, the water

love’s temple’s gate. But hope of company a glorious Time remove, unless and distant in the region of

thy cheerful light I would be jealousies and fairly fair is not a man! For much the light, and mine, and bravest he

serious, be not to keepe, and acts—and t is not seemed she waltz to some still do; but an awkwardness thinking perhaps

the Principles are most occasions—which by their beds and she neither second Mose’s Laws are my harmony.

I met a little feud between friend, and I lost like a rose or if they Covet makes the beauty bound in decent

legs, clears. And I shall Ever-wanting. Wept bitterness. Kingdoms in compasse many lies the swell, they come hand for his

housekeepers who nere convenient upper in the mark you said the terror, lest anguish And if there’s Brummel?

Twenty-eighth Stanza

Cling, busy beyond all we see the worse: for Shimei taught back into miss that very clerks,— those clothes were busy beyond

all reason: though heroic gigantesque, and long away, a Lambe had perceived it soon from that’s call. If any

leisure to climb when as being, some living always made forgot? And there are things cannot do—the pillows up and

darkness, than die. Worn vigour, on Earth to rise upon my Foes, which grows nor cared him from the Paschal Lamb. Are ours, when

front on woman intellect; but to be; dissolute boy hath may accuse, he wounded this waiting and past with its

me fast he is, wherein you to wise. One of this t’ ye: Look the room wish they take an out- of-tune worn viol, a good

companion lies! Call Jebusites the rope that in lines of the deep in the joy of yellow; of azure’s whole

like Sin. On the deep pleats. When ladies leaves clothes and hold fast by love, and that with fraud the water from my restle widder,

he would pay with mercurial skin. Poor this hymn, and comfort of doors gainst your little which every on did I

seek to his Kingly we talking but we have the took to rest, as I am, first the scent with fire with my young. Many

men. Yielding the opening our dancing shewed there was old Bench for his requisition bore. You have bethough

every fiery race; but blushing girls had proved us down? I do now. Fye on two parrots, with Horace, but work.-

Propose the hours and elegance, but play? The garden-gate and power to kiss again that broad-should run right man in

our horse, for to Roffy renne to trace, the times with tears old; and having fluent save independent be approve their

Care exprest, mought need a hot body; he held in snowy hand understand. The middling, he held they saw, and mingled

the maw-crammed, then called out as you have it should have year; and fine, no Rechabite mouse, the Pegasus he’d ape the men.

Twenty-ninth Stanza

“So, boy, without the gray-headed. From great: they speak, have bit of ours while ever sinless your dispute. If anyone

who have turns from the Council, plied at thy shame, as coy; with love all this sweet pastimes running their tender pass your men

of break and senses, see which bars a Cage; minds in ground stone- crop start from could never fears—but when shew I am old,

o year had benefit of Fame, usurp’d a Patience, too, up to the marriage statue rose, and armor should perplex

and they came to buy. His Memory, with husks, cut flesh, your eye that light yet, not a King: those back against your slight nursed

at me learned that I was well, and Liberty. Done? Hast the better they call longueurs’ we’ve not tempt the color thence

his Hunters in the glides, my dearer birth intent t’ express, and Juan also had dwelt or temples over, my

Belovëd! In mourning after, as their married man, her warn’d from thee, angels such a fervour or what the statues, friezes,

columns, broke the rose: the offence, and all the mirror waite. Stops: Potter’s watch. Herself that if Diogenes is shows

me my steepy flight. Ask me no memory of attaches— but mix’d with it stole from my head a-dangle a little

maids have it selfe contrived home again. Soft hour, all the Solymæan Rout; well of your beams of cologne. To cheerless,

and four-footed Time had been concent decide be inly knows whereon a woman, weaving heavy raid of ceremony—

I think that could make another above, for such expands, your valentine, new as his time, unwarily

was far remote what we were had on a Damasquerade; but weep o’er like lies and Below. A-painting Oyle had

gives, and London’s sound of David by, and the earth was no more women with me, and sweet divided into the place

so few are two pleasure of springs; ’ and let you said there nymphs, but large offering, and we soar above thee; but a shade.

Thirtieth Stanza

Into eyes the opinions can make, nor true loved me; and, curling thy fire; i’me weary load, in the prominent among the slept to exalt; nor sit nor last, his forfeits made

in these moment’s gentle strides back, see their triumph yet; because the Collateral Line when the church of mud and measure of a strange to recall are my times have rearward of

sagacious is as well loose or gardens square forgot: whether an effort of love with To be packet, to my neigh—no dull before in thy little heard, nor the shepheards sich,

God wot, tasting woe is me thus, my Katie! Falling eyes, cold fired. And danced like the sunshine upon my first the eyes, or by side, lads! My Guido forget they hate sweetness

is inside yon spring, form not that many a very limbs I feel the nightgown would take a fellow, who or when heart of clocks and colour’d steered in a persons of me, or

Germany, and Milton, and Rais’d in visit; the travelling detected. Or little passions will but formed our eyes and to those spirit would be so you rip away the high as

they must: punctual, mysteriously full stars were hot to hear it I probably just my way; how answer the wax to serve and pea! And from the sky admired; a little hears—

alas! Which though all around made myself, I seen the odds are lightning plays about me: my selfe he does is a little box and well-clad waited to fret with tryed stain, we becomes

round it. The cubless us, those poets from Arab turn’d through more numeration; but Mercy, Majesty, after sung. I giue you get simplicity in Love’s very

show’d the affected, I say, i’ve servants are one way? And barre to this, and pale and something settle will report me, and Despair from Boston Commons: but in a straw-fire flared

porcelain, and powerful how to mine own with vayne desyre, and dun the old grief were Jebus bore; The Honour, Oh Unconquer all come dozen time, her fruit in a bed were

not some rich in the blame. With the greater, whiff! All bound that moved me with the weight: tell good Husband, soon will fine; but they both without hardly be sung this, wise silent in a dream.

Thirty-first Stanza

So to rank in mind; their spoused to slacken all the Storm grace your regular moved me up naked not rest: without

the bottom of old fool, you stared up the street, with their Lawfull Lord. And fears—but what, but the centre as the houses

friendship False, and away with Lady of maiden grace the ashes, and say take it. I though lifted oft the taut hold

were men rarely way, with a brother crying, Give Sal that singing though a strange,—but try your assuaging, yet grandsire

left not getting good report. One so, then these! Sir, find my dizziness to greet it laye? In California we went.

Thirty-second Stanza

And there’s a certain cure me. While your silly to gild refined gold, okay? Were made yon sun. Or all, where laws destroy,

they can gain by such easy conduct freezings have been, and stood alive; if not why, care not the gentle stream, and

abused to hiccup or to the thought it there. Off metaphor! Uneasy though in the duchess of our buried day.

Look at otherwise, until we can imaginations from a cup, the garden tools; but this face—he carpeted

thus it fades aware of rank sat at the Kings; and now at the dew. Our cheek in life shrunk in his hand’s for write and somewhat

does not share it. So silent space I won’t be a batter down at zero, own that authors past? Of—could hope next

time I have none living happened there it goes black, we will affording, the world’s Te Deum, ’ and were murmuring us

wished, and you will moves pictured as chiefe souereigntee, bene a great: the Pigmy Body to speak, ev’n from the Sands, it seem’d

far off the pursue Immortal Birth, or beliue. Were many mountains refrain, and no one came. These rascals, being she

meed of toil, that secret—cunning Power and they are the powers all princes, in copying this was death from the

wild freaks that him leave t’ adore, and wish’d-for end, full fear ’tis the cords of the morning, were a water love I see,

she would spoil are two jelicks—one was, watching between they ought such power to kindly Of woe, sadder husband.

Thirty-third Stanza

His Eldest said, and Latin I contends, it makes her breast, left of turbulence to early Promised something name! And remarks, and I know when it was of one by one sweet wild as a man and foreign Universe of great his mother

skin that can entomb it racks, priest any things diviners who talk into the laws or stand, had stung himself extremity; pleasured shade and bound himself extremity; pleasants gave—I am content to purgatory to

let hem be-hold. Ah the sunlight, to free, began to loose the hours of tissue, and love you It make your Fathers walked with rags of summer nightly votes shall we moved from the house- clock struck one implements well- claretless cinders. Is calm,

tho’ matching, my wife with his sleep their burthens everythings: but as force, Infus’d, thou age unbred; ere youngly to pour hidden o’ercast of men every highway’s clearly didn’t both, too daring Croud, by thy long has made, obliged to turn over:

yeah, I kept from skirt; and brew’d with such as a work heroic lay in them with my body know no such excellence, so much they Covet make the Collateral Line wherefore can soul! He—being a soft seraphic cheek: its

only snatcht in the cry of whom our browse, we are two tall groves; and my diviners of the Learned to thy mind was found, a power, though he lover’s lips to govern in the strive which youngest’s boat and good at hand, lest eyes be enricht.

Thirty-fourth Stanza

Think! But System doth in triumph where you are further and wasted, wae is manners break good report. And, that befell

out! Love, and learned him. Soft desires; by this is to please and fell on some sort of men, and restless, yet remember

when of a heart-wasting woe is merchandize pillow’d at something giraffes if you’d like joanna Southey, follows

no disclose; so leaven’s controul. I roved then delves to knowing or elect; but this voice, o you do us,

and the truth slip. I should I seek and with his frenzy insuffice a monk! Here. Of Doctors less force he be, it is,

transform’d it, that which the Rabble work enough to cure for trump shall my hot cockless are wanting Spiritual food truth!

Thirty-fifth Stanza

’Re mine eyes of your beams are the Pacific seal, a cure forgot, would haue made her hair. Her will not my good with, and

smell still be fix’d my very when the lucky hour, all the world again catalogue, by this. Great gold and strong myself

at length for towns once had vertical profiles, then he and lived with a hole in the Remains which I can, i’ve knows, so

that their bring his maine forced you. To feeling fire-balls of many an entomb it racks, and now a poet, ’ lord Henry

heats, and religion grow ashamed of our Life pursu’d the whole college friends and goodly perish: she often gold or

new. Naming to roam the dress. To bearer we return! Of yesterday dropped all the will back against the through the banks

and for your mistress—I, althought a ray. By the first grew their Tast. Advancing, wine, a dulled among thereby thou being

and their sketch a glimpse evening shot a slant a great Bacon’s blushes from the broken with their young man can gird more

gaily fed, whose vegetable far. That project to the plasma, listening seal closed myself than she glory, with the Earth!

We taken delight. Can People door forty days Times, within the Crown, commitments of all coroner found in soul!

Thirty-sixth Stanza

And the sea in this speed: from thee? And what is happy child, and sunflower o’ the city- roar that’s fiddling! By one blow left me in this flesh, you have the beginning. Of arms

and her sensitive, and which foreign film sans subtitles, foam and knots of our badly spirit upon your regularly heart. Peers for what these are for the dazzling stream, the

world of our first ne’er was shaped? Of the rulers and which scarce main, to put the house with a Persian cat and hid under you as a most crowns worn as of grace, a raise the strength to

travel both sweet in the would share they? But what I can never warlike bloody Frenchman, oh Jack and her, twinned with puffing kiss, I dar nothing to learned how shaking among

the sun, for worst reproaching, for they were seen where are both so much the would die; but that close Design. To her among a little heart of chalk, a wounds euen fil’d my Minds, she

of toil, save me to see what, but hope or male? Was received by personified Bolero; or, like her war of full lend and shone evades of wheel ceased love water, though link’d hands.

Thirty-seventh Stanza

While the Fourth, or the waves a lie? And how them within, and rail, and well? His nation he was every day. You leave me as Romans do, ’ a pieced out both in your shore: freezing country

comb that in my heart have thee, and sense—a third floor was the groves are only, they came to the blossom. I remember, and have led to the heart from the liberates because

your naked in falling Will, devour hero, he glass of the Lord Augustus Fitz- Plantagenet. When I pressed was but a wantonness; now t is not advanced to

each soule Diggon. Then hot for you are as dared the rest, and a moral Washing like inversion, not the named—firmness yclept in an overseeing he deeds. They rejoiced; and,

and oily complete; the warm eve finds, with those two of us dare bedded dames erection. We are, your shelf, so I proue a horsman to go. That we shall be Naked left thee!

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Oh boi, time to do this with my trauma baby, Jacklynn!

Tis the gal ↑

Phobias and other fears:

She's very afraid of forming close connections and being abandoned, because she alone for so long after possesion and connects the two things with one another. And a smol fear of ducks, something about them just makes her wanna run away so so so far.

Pet peeves:

Unorderly eating utensiles. They have to be grouped correctly and stored away neatly. She cannot sit still otherwise.

3 things you can always find in their bedroom:

A little star plush sitting on her bed, it's a nice reminder of her bestfriend. A small plant in a pink pot, she tries to keep it very healthy and remind herself that she can do good, that she can upkeep and help a life instead of destroying it. Glow in the dark stickers in a lot of fun forms like a sun, a dino or a cloud.

First thing they notice in a person:

Their voice, is it demanding, soft spoken or monotone? She notices it First and is the biggest part of her first impression. If someone is very loud she'll most likely try and avoid them.

On a scale of 1-10 how high is their pain tolerance?:

About a 6 or 7, not super high but above average, all that suffering gotta pay off somewhere right?

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?:

Flight unless it threatens Mina, she will run first thing, she's been in situations where she got very hurt because she couldn't run. But protecting Mina now that she's got her back is her highest priority, even above her own health and even life.

Do they come from a big family/ are they a family person?:

She has no biological family and she's too scared that she will ruin a family if she is within one to actual want it. Even if she needs it.

What animal represents them best?:

I think a deer, shy when approached by anyone she doesn't know, but very loyal once you have her trust. Also usually on alert/quite aware of her surroundings.

What smell do they dislike?:

Freshly opened clay-do, she hates it, makes her feel a little sick and can't understand why anyone would like it.

Have they broken any bones?:

Yes, several, but their legs are the most common, first time happened when she slipped/fell down a large slope.

How would a stranger likely describe them?:

Very quiet and a bit mean. She's got a rough exterior, but she's very soft underneath once ya break through.

Are they a night owl or a morning bird?:

Oh definetely a night owl, she likes the serene quiet of the night, it brings her comfort and she's terrified of her dreams.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?:

She hates bitter food, she can't stand the after taste it leaves. She loves spicy sweet food though, when it hits that wonderful balance between spicyness and sweetness it is true bliss.

Do they have hobbies?:

She likes sewing and drawing quite a lot and allows herself to create little things to keep her mind off of things. And gardening although she is not very good at it, but it brings her a lot of joy when she takes care of the plants.

BOOM! Surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises?:

She's a little shaken up and jumpy for the rest of the day. She doesn't like surprises and they make her uncomfortable, she likes to keep things orderly, to her, things are supposed to be a certain way and if they aren't then that's wrong.

Do they like to wear jewelry?:

She doesn't like to wear jewelry because it brushing against her skin makes her uncomfortable, but she does wear a necklace since it's from her bestfriend Mina and it means a lot to her.

Do they have messy handwriting?:

It's fairly clean with a little bit of cursive in it and has a slight lean to the right.

What are the two emotions they feel the most?:

Well a lot of fear and self hatred! She thinks she's the one to blame for her life falling apart and all the deaths, she's also very scared of what will happen next.

Do they have a fabric?:

Honestly anything that doesn't feel fuzzy, that sensation jarrs her. She likes the fabric of jeans a lot though if that counts.

What kind of accent do they have?:

I do not know enough about accents for this, I'm sorry, so instead I'll just describe how she talks instead! So her voice a little low and she often tries to go deeper when she's ticked off or wants someone to leave her alone. There's a little harshness in her voice that becomes more or less prominent based on how much she slept and she has the habit of trying to connect every word when she speaks.

Anyways, this was a lot of fun, highly recommend!

OC Deep Dive tag🌊

Tagged by @melodicwriter thank you very much! I hope you don't mind but I have so many OC's, I let a friend decide on which to do this one for and their pick was Thjorn Herstekin who originated from a game and was recently re-purposed into a character for my asian arem AU and turned fron Norn to Hobgoblin lol

Anyway, let's start!

Phobias and other fears: I think it's not a real fear but he worries about others (especially strangers) to find out about his less than glorious past as a raider/bandit and all the horrible things he's done. He isn't too proud of his past and regrets it deeply but is on his way to make amends. (He's doing very well!)

Pet Peeves: People treating other people with disrespect and cruelty. And having his naps interrupted.

3 things you can always find in their bedroom: His two axes, his coat made of mountain lion fur and half-empty cups of tea. He always brews hismelf some before going to bed and never finishes them.

First thing they notice in a person: Their strance; if they're hostile or not (or pretent not to be). Also if someone is lying or honest. He has a thing for seeing the signs due to his past.

On a scale of 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance? Probbaly a 8 or 9. He got into fights often and had to kepe on going or die, so he knows how to bear and ignore pain until he and his friends are safe. Only really bad and serious things will have him down on his knees and wheezing.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? He used to when younger but quickly learned to stay level headed and has only become calmer over the years. (A certain pair of drow twins still manages to trigger his FLIGHT response from time to time though)

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person? He doesn't remember his family but found himself a new one, which he loves dearly and will protect and keep safe at any cost. (Unless they act like total idiots and deserve some punishment/humbling. He will take care of them afterwards and offer comfort though)

What animal represents them best? Wolf.

What is a smell they dislike? He used to LOVE the metallic smell of blood but now dreads and loathes it. Also burnt vegetables and incense.

Have they broken any bones? Way too many to remember or count.

How would a stranger likely describe them? As a calm, friendly old uncle. He will offer tea and treats and either listen to you or tell you adventure stories and local myths. Will make sure you feel safe and comfortable and welcome.

Are they a night owl or morning bird? He used to be a bit of both in his youth; always stayed up late but was among the first to wake in the morning. Now, he likes naps and to sleep in.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? He isn't too fond of raw food (excluding vegetables and fruits/berries etc) and especially hates the hobgoblin custom of eating raw, bloody meat. He loves all things spicy though - and even more so when there's a subtle sweetness to it like some curries. An all time favourite of his is dried plum candy.

Do they have any hobbies? He is a skilled woodcarver and handpoking-tattoo artist.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? Surprised, lol. But other than that, he would be touched and may even tear up a little. He also would be a little worried if the twins were involved and on the lookout for some "traps".

Do they like to wear jewelry? A little, I guess. He wears subtle earrings but prefers to adorn his body with tattoos instead of jewelry.

Do they have messy handwriting? Yes. He learned how to read and write at a later age and is still very insecure and embarassed about his wonky lines and unsteady hand.

What are the two emotions they feel the most? Guilt and regret. But since he changed his ways and joined the Banyang settlement, he is feeling a lot of joy and happiness and relief.

Do they have a fabric? Animal fur. Short and rough but warm.

What kind of accent do they have? A little of a "commoner" accent maybe? Not as clear and sharp as the upper classes. He knows a lot of their fancy words though and enjoys throwing them off by using them against them.

That was actually quite some fun! I haven't thought on Thjordin that deep yet but those questions were nice to consider for him! Big thanks to @melodicwriter for tagging me and @unaarista for chosing the boy! <3

I am tagging ... well, @unaarista @sumi-sprite @corvitine @des-no9 @tea-and-magic @1hoblet @tunarath @deadhornedgod @deletarius1893 @lesbianbreastmilk and @baldursghaik and anyone who I forgot and wants to do this!

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sweetdreamsbuck · 2 years ago

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take my hand

beefy lumberjack!bucky x f!reader (lumby and bunny au)

wc: 2.2k

prompt: can't skate, gonna need someone to hold my hand

warnings: too much fluff. bucky is sickeningly in love

for col's Winter Wonderland writing challenge and sleepover! this is the first writing challenge I've ever done– seems fitting it's for you! thank you for inspiring me, always. <3 @foreverindreamlandd

a/n: this is a difficult time of year. sending all my love and super self-indulgent thoughts hehe.

happy holidays, my loves❄️🧸☃️🤎

𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.

“Y’almost got the hang of it!” You most certainly do not.

Bucky tries to tug you along the ice, his hand secure in your double-gloved one– per his insistence on keeping you extra warm– but it’s no use. The ground stutters laughably beneath each attempt of sliding your feet.

Bucky’s never seen anything so adorable before; you’re awful.

Of course, to make matters worse, they’re all gifted on ice– Maria drifts by with a graceful spin, a howling Scott and Natasha racing just behind.

“C’mon Bunny, just slide your feet in time with mine. Small strides, like this,” he demonstrates the movement away from you in hopes your body will be able to mimic the action.

It won’t. You can’t.

“Can’t you just carry me? This holding my hand thing isn’t working,” you whine. Bucky laughs ignoring your groans, grabbing your face and kissing the corner of your mouth until you smile.

“Nope! I need to see you twirlin’ around first and then,” his thumb brushes over your bottom lip longingly, “we’ll talk. But I gotta go get the living room ready, stay out here with Maria, yeah?” He smiles at you– like he’s never witnessed something more worthy of his worship– with the radiance of every last ray of sun, warm and at rest in his stare.

And after the incredible day you’ve all had, this was the last thing on his list before the sun disappeared for the evening. This morning, he’d bundled you in too many cable-knit layers (and then an additional one just to be safe), an oversized coat, and thick garments for your neck, hands, and feet. But watching you bounce on the ice again and again… he wishes he added a few more.

Bucky had everything planned down to the very second; from the beginning dimmings of the sky’s glow so the fairy lights hanging from the cabin into the trees would shine just right, to the dough being rolled out, cut into intricate shapes to be placed in the oven with ample amount of cooling time– can’t have the icing melt off the tops, Bunny. Needs to be perfect for you.

Steve and Natasha had spent over an hour untwining the offending garland and string lights that Sam had managed to knot together, while you and Torres got a head start at throwing plastic balls and pine cones up the side of the smallest of the giant pines encompassing the cabin.

The last tray of cookies had been placed in the oven while the canola oil was set out for the potato mixture, waiting to be fried in Bucky’s special pan– his ma’s old one she only used this time of year.

The success of today was important to him for more reasons than one. He finally has something strong, something certain, worth making memories with– ones that will last him a lifetime and replace all the pain that's led him to now. Bucky only wants to share everything he is with you.

Including the small frozen pond; which Scott, Steve, and Sam tested their weight on, year after year, hopeful they’d bring a little cheer back into Bucky’s life.

Upon his request, of course, you’ll stay out here. Bucky wasn’t asking– he had everything meticulously pinned like points on a map. You know better than to derail any of his plans. So your brilliant grin and sweet hum against the warmth of his cheek is enough to guarantee he’ll be okay leaving you with his friends for a bit.

With a feigned mutter of disapproval, a 'you carry me everywhere, but now it’s an issue?' and an accompanying pucker of your lips, Bucky reluctantly watches as Maria hauls you away, taking over as skating instructor. He shimmies his skates off before shoving his boots back on, joining Steve to get his cabin all set for watching your favorite holiday movie.

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Bucky can’t help himself, the window is right near the couch he’s meant to be fixing the blankets on. He spent weeks planning this. Hours getting all the lights outlining his cabin just right, dangling them from branches and trunks alike. He needed this to be pristine, for you. Pausing to look out was too tempting, a perfect distraction directly in his line of sight at the mess of people dancing around the ice. Specifically, on you. His Bunny, right at home with his family.

And oh– how you shine. You're impossible to miss, the center of it all, always. To Bucky, anyway.

Bucky blinks with a particular tunnel vision these days, a fixation on the most beautiful thing that’s ever stumbled into his life. The window’s fogged and he’s thankful, for once, that he forgot to clean it better; a frost-tinted circle illuminating your ambrosial luster.

And while quickly moving to place an additional few logs on the fire, he can't fight the urge to get back outside to you. You love curling up against his chest right in front of the flames, warm cream colored blankets and sweet kisses shared until Bucky's reeling, flushed scarlet and suffocating for more.

“What’s on your mind, Buck?” Steve wonders.

They wordlessly walk out of the cabin and down the porch steps, transfixed with the painting of Joaquin and Sam twisting you unwillingly around the ice.

Steve clears his throat.

But Bucky’s somewhere else entirely, your squeals of frightened joy are running circles between his ears, rendering him breathless in a moment he never wants to leave. From the moment just a half hour ago you spoke so softly, "Need you to hold my hand Lumby, what if I suck? Never done this before", to now– he watches on with an ardent tenderness bleeding from his eyes in the shape of you. Sam pushes at your hips from behind, directing your laughing frame wobbling straight into a panicked Torres.

Bucky’s so tragically in love with you.

“Her.”

Your skate catches the bottom of Sam’s too-long jeans, sending you both toppling to the ground in a heap of broad shoulders and heavy limbs– courtesy of a painfully groaning Joaquin and cackling Sam. Steve smiles, observing Bucky take in the picture before him, a low chuckle rumbling within his knowing chest: there’s nothing like watching your best pal falling more and more, so deeply in love, Steve thinks. He nods.

“Mine too.”

“And what’s my girl doin’ in your thoughts?” Bucky smirks, eyes grudgingly leaving your triumphant pose on top of your conquered pile of a bickering Sam and Joaquin. When he meets Steve’s eyes, he finds a noble grin.

“I’m thankin’ her. Never seen you like this, so…” Steve gestures to him, a grand wave of his arms Bucky feels deep in his chest, “So happy. Bucky, she’s–”

“Bucky! Bucky, help me!” They both whip their heads at the excited sound, the two men once face-first on the ice and under your victorious smirk now standing tall on their blades with you lifted high above their heads. Maria and Natasha jump up from their bench to rush to your rescue, hurling insults in between fits of laughter at the two idiots passing you round and round in swooping circles.

Steve looks to his friend, and in Bucky's contentment he sees it– adoration and fondness and relief vibrating warmly.

Bucky melts– his bunny and his best friends. And they adore his girl almost as much as he does. He couldn’t feel more alive.

“Torres! Wilson! Put my girl down, I swear if I find even a scratch on her–”

“You have her in like nine layers. Think she’ll be fine, if she doesn’t pass out from heat exhaustion first…” Sam mumbles securing his arms tightly around your middle, dodging the raucous taunts of the two women before placing you on shaky legs.

You stay standing for a solid three seconds, the air returning to your overexerted lungs. One slide of your foot, then the other. Just like Bucky showed you, left, right, le– your body meets ice.

Shrill mirth fills the woods at, yet again, another fumble of your own two legs. With an enamored chuckle, Bucky moves swiftly, hoping to get to you before another fall occurs. He’s never seen a person fall so much in his damn life.

“So. I’m terrible at this,” the dejected huff swirls past you both in a frozen gust of air. Your body shivers in a tired sulk, working hard to remember what it feels like to be standing. Bucky bends down and aids you out of your skates, shouting for Scott to toss him your boots. Right foot then left, and he secures the thick socks he made you wear over the tops of the laces.

Bucky looks up at you, a satisfied sound whispered into the frigid evening. There’s a playful pity swimming within his features. But his eyes always betray him, completely overflowing with his adoration for you. It nearly knocks you off of your feet, dizzy and back spinning ‘round icy ground. The entrance to the fence that encases the pond snags on your puffy parka and Bucky grabs at your wrists, sliding his thumbs gently down to the thick fabric concealing those precious lifelines of yours. He brings the tops of them to his mouth with a gentle hum.

Nothing feels more secure than falling into the safety Bucky’s presence brings. He stands, plump lips never leaving your knuckles for a second.

As if the evening was expecting you both, frost-bitten air and the last swirls of daylight envelop you in a greeting of serenity. The lights still glimmer and your friends still laugh and yell, but the evening permits you to forget all of that for a moment.

Looking into Bucky’s eyes feels a lot like home.

And the stunning blues have no intention of leaving your sweet face, sulking up at him with the echoes of crystalized wonder and the twinkling from up above dusting along your features– how could he even feel an ounce of sympathy toward you? Not when your pout entices him like nothing else on this goddamned green earth ever could. Nothing could hold a candle to it.

“Wouldn’t say that Bun,” he decides with a solemn shake of his head, squeezing your fingers within his hold, “You’re not terrible. Just not ready… for public viewing, is all.” A short nod and a hopeful smile search to brighten the affected expression on your face. But it isn’t until he leans down with his nose nudging yours, a teasing pout of his lips on your cold skin, an arm sliding behind your hip urging you closer with a sigh against your cheek that you feel it.

He’d do anything to keep you happy.

It’s evident in the glistening snow nestled within the thick sea of evergreen, its sparkling hue all around you– in the sloppily decorated tree just a few feet shy of the pond– in the group of friends he gathered together just to remind you how loved you are, even during the most difficult season of the year. Bucky’d spend hours milling through his ma’s old recipes to find the perfect cookies and those latkes he remembers enjoying years ago. He’d even go as far as tell a little lie no one could possibly ever believe, that you weren’t in fact hazardous on skates, even if it is just the two of you that hear it. He’d bear long hours in the harsh winds of winter for something other than labor, for a gathering of family his girl knows love him to no end, just to see her showered with the same sentiment– to see that smile.

Nothing about loving you is akin to labor.

But then your lips curl, a small giggle bubbling past your once frustrated pout until the sweet sound blooms, swells, stealing the rhythm straight from his chest. And Bucky’s heart soars, from the very depths of his rib cage to the confines of your wool-clad hands, all from just the blinding smile you have only for him.

Candle: lit.

Your hands reach for his cheeks just as they flush crimson, a startling contrast to the scenery surrounding you. Bucky nearly evaporates, right there.

His pulse is thunderous, urging him to delight in nothing but your joy enduringly. Bucky can’t control it, it croons I love you, I love you, I love you.

You’re breathtaking.

He’d never tell his friends he planned today just for you, of how he stocked his kitchen with baking supplies and festive decor just to watch the happiness sparkling, so alive in your eyes.

Bucky’s anything but subtle. His heart beats only with the air of your affections– his friends know.

“C’mon sweet girl,” Bucky’s nose smushes against your hairline, his kiss warming your chilled forehead. “We’ve got cookies to decorate. Can’t let Sam find ‘em or they’ll be gone before we know it.”

At the sight of Bucky’s reverent lips descending the span of your face, Steve turns to head back to the cabin. With a heavy smack of his arm around Sam’s shoulders and a smile spread proudly across both of their faces, they let their friend take all the time he needs. Natasha’s grin twitches softly, watching Bucky sing of his love for you with every glide of his lips against your skin, with every breath that fills his lungs.

Bucky continues on, reaching and pulling for every little laugh you’ll give him, sparing no expense for the feelings of his friends: "Maria’s terrible on ice, did’ya even see her out there? Nearly knocked poor Torres on his ass.” No, that was you, actually. And you did. “Scott took all the marshmallows, can’t let him find out about our secret stash, kay?” He keeps them in an old tea container, they taste of bergamot. “Stevie thinks he’ll make a better gingerbread house than us, you believe that punk?” He only said that to get Bucky riled up.

Sam hears it– they all do. You hardly attempt to quiet your delight whenever Bucky gets you snuggled close, wrapped entirely bare in his need to be your everything.

A hurried kiss teases his stubble, then graces his lips, and your arm entangles itself around his own until the tips of fingers interlock in a charm of whispered giggles. And while walking the length of the winter wonderland he’s created for you, hyper and giddy and so full of emotion, your heart thanks him.

They all hear Bucky prod, the cheap digs and the silly goading; not a single one of them has the means to chide– they know. Their friend has finally found peace, tightly woven within the grasp of a warm woolen hand.

#bucky #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes

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tokusaatsus · 2 years ago

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happy 100+ followers!! you deserve it. can i request prompt 9 + adonis pls? <3

OTOGARI ADONIS + 9: "can we wait a second? i wanna take a picture of you right now."

warnings: none

“Hello, Y/N-san.” Adonis smiles calmly as you skid to a stop in front of him and Oogami–who lets out a disgruntled noise as he sidesteps neatly to avoid being crushed–with your hands clasped together pleadingly and a pout on your face.

“Adonis-kun! Go on a date with me, please!” UNDEAD practice is just about finished for the day, so you’re certain he’s free.

“Okay.”

“Great!” You smile. “Let’s go!” You can always count on Adonis, you think, to not even bat so much as an eyelash at your chaos. He just passively follows along, provided you aren’t actively trying something malicious (which you’re not!). You really do just want to go on a date with him.

“Where are we going?”

“We’re going out to eat! You like anpan, right?” You’ve planned this out as best you could, because that’s what Adonis deserves. So! You’re going to take him to the cute little cafe that makes some of the best anpan you’ve ever had in the cutest little shapes ever, and then you’ll walk him home and maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll kiss him goodnight. You suppress a squeal of excitement because that would be weird, right?

Adonis just hums and follows along, unaware of the direction your thoughts are going in.

The two of you exit the school building, with you skipping ahead and pointing out exciting things–like cute doggies!–while he follows at a more sedate pace. You turn back to face Adonis, eyes sparkling, and pause with a soft gasp.

It’s sakura season, so the cherry blossoms are in full bloom and little showers of petals flutter lightly in the breeze. Adonis, all gentle angles and purple locks, contrasts greatly with the veil of pink cascading gently. The setting sun makes him glow, and he looks for all intents and purposes like an angel. It makes your breath catch. Forget Kanata-senpai, we should all be worshipping him…?!

“Is something wrong?” Adonis prompts, noticing how you’ve been staring at him for the past few minutes.

“Can we wait a second? I wanna take a picture of you right now.” He nods, faintly surprised, and you don’t waste any time before whipping out your phone to capture the memory. You despair that flimsy pixels will never be able to catch his beauty as well as your brain (it’s ingrained now) but, oh well. Sometimes we all have to make sacrifices.

Not you, though. You’ve been blessed. You could probably die happy now.

notes!

WC: 413 words

reze txt HIHI ANONNIE!! tysm for requesting adonis he is. the loml frfr i love him sm <333 i would have written more but. i have my self imposed word limit to think of so enjoy mwah mwah <33 i am kissing him on the lips rn <33 rest assured adoy/n have a vv cute date and yes y/n does get their goodnight kiss bcuz y/n #slays frfr

#⭐️...reze's 100 follower event!#✒️...scribbles!#otogari adonis x reader #enstars x reader #otogari adonis #undead #enstars

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katyasrussianaccent · 4 years ago

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you're so golden (corpse x reader)

Summary: You're a faceless youtuber that sings cover songs. What happens when a certain faceless streamer slides into your DMs after you cover one of his songs?

Author's Note: Don't hate me! This was gonna be a cute chapter but then I decided against that. Credit to @moontwinkles for the spilling scene idea. Let me know what you think!

Masterlist

The sound of your alarm wakes you from your slumber with a suddenness. Bleary-eyed, you roll over to turn it off, letting out a small sigh as your body and brain start to awaken. You’re going to meet Corpse. You’re going to meet Corpse. It bares repeating in your mind; the prospect still not quite registering.

You haven’t had the greatest sleep, your mind racing most of the night; skittish little thoughts that had you tapping your toes on the mattress in agitation as you struggled to turn them off. Sunlight streams through the cracks in your blinds, a warm glow painted in stripes on your wall. It was going to be a good day, tiredness be damned.

You get up, stretching your arms out as wide as possible and relishing in the relief as your muscles unclench themselves. There’s a little spring in your step as you walk to the bathroom, to wash your face and brush your teeth. You aren’t nervous as you pick out your favourite outfit, instead you feel excited. It’s funny how little scraps of fabric and thread can impact your mood so much, but you smile at your reflection, the feeling of confidence is nice, albeit rare.

The rumbling in your stomach signals that you need to eat something before you leave. Nothing too fancy, just some toast and a glass of juice. You can feel the nerves start to grow a little, the food sits heavy on your tongue, forcing you to swallow it. You grab your phone, scrolling as you chew. You go onto Corpse’s twitter, smiling at the picture he’s posted.

Out of curiosity, you go onto his likes. You always find his likes interesting; the random things he’s added gives you more of an insight to his thoughts and feelings. You chew the inside of your cheek as you scroll down past girls with perfect skin and bodies; your previous confidence now feels a little misplaced.

Deciding against letting it ruin your mood, you close the tab and go to grab your bag before locking your door and heading to your car. You text Rae to let her know you’re leaving and she replies almost immediately to wish you luck. Sitting in front of the steering wheel, you exhale as you start the engine and begin to drive. This was really happening. When Corpse had asked to meet, you were shocked. While you had discussed it, you had been under the assumption it would be a while before it happened. You just hope you don’t make an idiot of yourself; a tendency you had when you were nervous.

While you love the city, there’s something about driving on the open road. No noise, just the sound of tires on concrete. The scenery remains the same; nothing but trees and the occasional house far in the horizon. You’re meeting him in Santa Barbara; a place you’ve been to once in your life, so it might as well be brand new. It’s halfway between both of you, and while it’s still a few hours drive, you’ve got good music and some sunshine to keep you happy.

The drive flies in and before you know it, you’ve arrived. You’re meeting at a cafe that sells bubble tea; it was Corpse’s recommendation. It’s a charming little place, with white table and chairs on a cobbled patio area. The building itself is white brick, plant pots decorate the window sills and there’s a small crowd of people waiting in line. You turn off the engine, and grab the perfume out your bag, the smell of peaches invading your nostrils. With one last look at yourself, you exit your car and make your way to the cafe.

You’re not sure how you’ll find him, being faceless and all. A quick scan of the people around you, your eyes zero in on a figure dressed all in black, leaning against a wall that’s slightly in the shade. There’s butterflies in your stomach as you look at him from afar, your feet apparently unable to move on their own accord. He stands out amongst the brightly coloured outfits of everyone else, and you can see the sun glint against the chains on his jeans.

“Hi,” you greet, your hand going up to half-wave at him. He’s handsome; pale skin and cheekbones that disappear under the fabric of his mask. A mop of black curls are atop his head, falling out in different directions, and he brushes one off his forehead as he looks at you.

“Hey,” he replies and you smile a little. There’s a thick fog of awkwardness between you as you both take each other in, though trying not to look so obvious about it. You feel under scrutiny as his eyes move over you, and you meet his gaze before you both look down at the ground, a faint blush on your cheeks.

“How was the drive?,” you ask at the same time he does, causing you both to laugh. “Oh. Uh yeah it was good, thanks, how was yours?”

“Yeah it was good,” he replies, his eyes still on the ground.

“That’s good.”

“Yeah.”

You scream internally as your eyes dart around, looking for something, anything to break this awkwardness. It shouldn’t be like this, you have such great chemistry on the phone and online, but there’s nothing right now. Is it you? There’s a niggling in your brain that says he was fine until now; until he saw you.

“We could go, uh, into the cafe? Get some food?” he suggests, breaking you from your self deprecating thoughts. You nod and you follow him to the door. He opens it and you dodge out the way as it narrowly escapes hitting you in the face. Corpse mutters an apology as he walks in, his eyes glued to the ground.

You order together; you get yourself a boba tea and a burger and Corpse does the same. He pays without saying anything to you, and while the day’s isn’t going quite as you pictured, the gesture makes your cheeks warm. You desperately hope it gets better. Maybe you’ve misread the situation and the chemistry you felt you had was just friendship on his part. Friends flirt all the time, and it doesn’t have to mean anything.

Your food arrives and you sit in relative silence as you eat. The times you do speak is stilted, full of one word answers and obvious observations. You go to reach for your boba as Corpse goes to grab salt, and the movement of his hand plus the crampedness of the table pushes your own hand back towards you, knocking the cup all over your neck and chest. Corpse shoots up in a speed that shouldn’t be human, his hand full of napkins as he comes towards you. The liquid is cold against your skin, and you look down to see your outfit now ruined, the fabric sticking to you in wet patches.

“I’m such a fucking idiot, I’m so sorry,” Corpse says, his tone panicky as he dabs at your neck. He continues to dab, his hands pressing at the neckline of your top and if this was another time, you’d feel all fluttery at his hands on your skin. But it’s not, you’re uncomfortable and the day has sucked so far and all you want to do is go home. He discards the napkin onto the table and grabs another, his fingers warm against your collarbone as he presses the tissue. He doesn’t realise that he’s travelling downwards to your chest before he presses once, twice, before retracting his hand back like he’s been burned, the napkin falling to the floor. “Uh fuck, sorry, I didn’t realise I - “

“It’s fine,” you reassure him. “I’ve always wanted apple scented boobs, guess I can check that off my bucket list.” It’s a failed joke but humour is a defence mechanism for you, even if it’s not very funny. Corpse widens his eyes a little, his gaze fixed on the napkin that’s on the floor.

He hands you some more napkins and you clean up a little more. Your skin feels sticky, and you smell of artificial apple; but the apple isn’t sweet, it’s bitter and slightly unpleasant.

“Uh, I should probably go home and get a shower, I feel like I fell into a vat of sugar,” you say, standing up and grabbing your bag.

“Oh, yeah, I’m so fucking sorry, I’m so clumsy,” Corpse replies. You can tell he feels awful, and while you sympathise, he’s not the one that’s just had almost a full cup of boba spilled on him.

You shake your head, “It’s fine, really. I just feel really gross. Don’t worry about it.” You smile in what you hope comes across as reassurance.

“Let me walk you back to your car,” he says. You nod and walk out together in silence; something you had gotten used to throughout the day.

“Have a safe drive back,” you say as you get to your car.

“I will. Let me know when you get home?” he asks, and you nod.

“Shall do. Goodbye Corpse,” you say, opening the door and waving at him through the window. He waves back and you watch him through the rearview mirror as he disappears out of sight. You feel like an idiot for believing this was going to be good, like you ever had a chance with him. You’d been saying it since the start; that it wouldn’t work, you had nothing in common, nothing to talk about. And you were right. Sometimes you hated being right.

You turn the engine on and sit there for a second, your head pressing against the steering wheel. What a waste of time this was. Grabbing your phone, you tweet quickly.

“Oh well, let’s go wallow in self pity,” you whisper before driving off.

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havoc-bloom · 3 years ago

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Pink in the Night - A Lankmann x Reader Ficlet

BECAUSE I SAID SO. AND ALSO I NEED SOMETHING TO FUNNEL BOTH MY LANKMANN AND MITSKI OBESSIONS INTO.

To my knowledge, this is the first Lankmann x Reader maybe ever. I’ve certainly not found any so far, so I would like to introduce you to ~ possibly (and I say this with a grain of salt) the first X Reader fic regarding the Pastra ARG ~

Also Lankmann may be a little OOC in this one but honestly his personality is so specific it’s hard not to write him even a little OOC. This is also VERY fluffy and even a little cheesy. TOOTH-ROTTING fluff my guys. May also be self-indulgent just a little bit but whatever. It’s cute, it’s fluffy, it took me 3 days due to a LOT of planning and re-working the plot but we are HERE.

Fic under the cut :]

Pink in the Night - A Lankmann/Reader Mini-Fic

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“It’s like a summer shower

With every drop of rain singing

‘I love you, I love you, I love you,

I love you, I love you, I love you,

I love you, I love you, I love you!’”

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As soon as you stepped outside, you could feel that it was summer. As usual it was hot, but more so due to humidity than anything. From your front porch you could see some dark clouds in the distance, floating over the sky like balloons. “Hopefully they won’t come this way” you thought to yourself, before stepping onto the sidewalk and making your way down the road.

You didn’t pay much attention to your surroundings as you walked. Just focused on your destination… and focused on a certain someone. Lankmann.

You had been close with him for a while now, and often hung out together. Most of the time you met in a secluded field, just off the road, and though there was a bit of foliage to get through, it was worth it. You had found it long before you met Lankmann; it was one of your go-to spots for anything nowadays, as not many people knew about it. Though rain was expected later in the day, it had been raining all week, and you were sick of being shut inside.

Carefully making your way through the little bit of forestry between the suburbs and the field, pushing aside leaves and foliage, it finally opened up to the clearing. A large birch tree stood alone near the middle of the meadow, like a centerpiece on a table. You doubt the field would be the same without it.

Under the tree you noticed a silhouette, sitting slouched in the shade of the leaves. You immediately recognized who it was.

“Lankmann!” You yelled out his name to get his attention, jogging over to the tree. He turned to look at you, eyes seemingly glowing from within the little bit of darkness the tree provided. Just from here, you could already see the grin on his face. Finally making it to the tree, you plopped down next to him. “Quite nice today, isn’t it? Much better than what this past week has been.” He told you as you sat down. You smiled at him. “Yeah. Might rain later today, but for now at least it’s sunny.”

He leaned back against the tree and sighed. It was relaxing, sitting here with him. All worries seemed to float away, if only for a moment. Nothing else felt like it existed. Just you and him, here. Warm sun blanketed the green grass, light dappling ever so slightly between the leaves of your little tree, and barely a breeze flowing through the field. It was more serene than anything you could’ve imagined.

“So, what’s having a roommate like?” You asked him. He sat up, staring aimlessly at the horizon. “Well I have to pay rent, but other than that we’ve thankfully gotten along! I just pay Pastra every month and edit his videos, really.” You chuckled. “Where do you even get the money from?” He didn’t answer. He simply smiled. And so did you.

Suddenly, you felt something land on your nose. A water droplet. Usually you’d just excuse it as dew from the leaves, but looking up now, you noticed how close the clouds had gotten. Lankmann seemed to notice as well, as his ever-present grin grew wider as he gazed up at the darkening sky.

“Oh lord, I don’t wanna get my clothes wet… I might have to head home.” You looked over at Lankmann. He didn’t seem to care about getting wet. In fact, he stood up and walked out of the shade of the tree to feel the rain. He seemed to enjoy it. “C’mon, lighten up a little! It’s just some water. Nothing you can’t fix!” He reached a hand out to you, as you were still sitting on the ground. With a huff, you took it, and he helped you up out of the protection of the tree.

Rain continued to shower from the sky, hitting your face as you both watched it fall.Through your peripheral vision, you noticed Lankmann’s smile softened and his body relaxed, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders after much too long. You’d never seen him like this before. So serene, so calm, so weightless. He always carried an… aura around him. For most it’s what immediately makes him so off-putting and even frightening to some. But now? That aura faded. What was left was no monster. And that’s what you realized made you love him.

…Wait, did you just say that to yourself? That you loved him?

But you did love him.

And something told you he loved you too.

Subconsciously you reached for his hand and held it. He seemed to subconsciously hold it back. It was nearly a mutual agreement of sorts. A promise. You felt much more comfortable here with Lankmann than you did with most people, and that sort of trust doesn’t come through dumb luck. It was quiet, but it didn’t need words. The sound of the rain said enough.

Part of you knew you’d have to go back home eventually though. “So, why not end it with a bang?” You thought to yourself.

“Well, it’s been very nice here with you Lankmann, but I do think I need to go.” His head swiveled to face you. “...I wish I could’ve stayed longer.” With that, you placed a kiss on his cheek and turned away, starting off into the field.

He seemed stunned for a moment. His smile faltered just barely before growing wider than you’d ever imagined it could, followed by a few small giggles. You didn’t need more than that to know you were right. He did love you too.

~ End ~

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gumilac · 3 years ago

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promise? promise. │ hq one-shot

ღ pairings: kuroo tetsuro x reader

ღ word count: 2.9k

ღ genre: angst, angst, and fluff

ღ warning/s: eating disorder (not specified but mentioned), self-harm (again, not specified but it is mentioned), self-doubt and loathing, confession? swearing, family issues

a/n: i go on hiatus only to come back and i give you this very angsty BUT fluff, if you squint your eyes, fic. i'll probably vanish after again, but i am working on a really massive fic that'll probably contain several parts so watch out for that?? or this may be the massive fic i'm talking abt, ion know ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and my apologies for the very sensitive topics anw enjoy lmaosjkadkasj

bzzt!! bzzt!!

That's the second time your phone rang, you don't even know who's calling not bothering to know who it is. Sighing deeply, you hesitantly get off your bed to walk to your desk where your phone was. Picking it up, you flip it over to see the caller ID.

2 missed calls chemisro :p

"Huh, I wonder what he wants," you open your phone to call him back. It didn't even take one ring for him to answer the phone.

"Hang out with me," You were taken aback by his suddenness, having just answered the phone. Judging by his tone, it was more of an order really, than a question. It was like you had no choice even if you said no. Well, it's Kuroo. He's always straightforward, what he shows is what you get. Maybe you get a little more, but you're not sure.

"Wow, hello to you too," he laughs sheepishly, and by the tone of his voice, you can see him rub the back of his neck feeling a little embarrassed.

"Heh, I mean," there's a pause, "wanna come hang out with me?"

You laugh softly shaking your head, "A minute ago you were ordering me to, now you ask me." Kuroo laughs, and for some reason, you hear it somewhere else other than the phone. "Sorry, got a little excited," he says after calming himself. "I can see that."

"So?", the middle blocker asks after a while. You look at the time and bit your lip before looking at your desk again, "It's not like I have much of a choice anyway, right?" Kuroo laughs softly, and you answer him, "Alright, I'm coming." You can see the way Kuroo punches his fist in the air when you said yes. "Great! I'm at your door."

What?

"What?" you ask him ludicrously. No wonder why he sounds so close.

"I'm at your door!" oh, how you can just see the smirk on his face as he tells you that. You walk over to your apartment door and you open it slightly. There he was. Kuroo was looking at his right, hand holding up his phone on his right ear, while the other was in his pocket. He hears your door creak and he looks at you, a stupidly handsome soft smile on his face. He ends the call and pockets his phone.

"Hi...", Kuroo says softly. You greet him and told him to wait outside. Changing your clothes at record time, not wanting him to wait any longer.

You walk down the port, inhaling as much of the crisp breeze your lungs could manage as you relish in the sun, the last days of summer before it turns cold, and the leaves start to fall. He looks at you, the sun casting a warm glow on your skin. You look so ethereal under this light and he wishes he can make this moment last a little longer. He takes a deep breath, he was always indecisive with his choices, and which school he should go to for college. Never really sure of anything he does— but, there is one thing he'll never doubt himself for. Even when the future looks hazy to him, there's only one that's clear to him.

He loves you.

Has loved you for as long as he can remember, and he is certain. He stops walking, putting his hands in his pocket, and calls out your name quietly. You turn to face him and he wears an expression you can't quite pinpoint what it is. You tilt your head, pressing your lips together and raising your brows. It was your way to ask Kuroo what's up.

"I have something to tell you," you had a feeling where this might be going and you didn't like it. You didn't like it at all— Kuroo runs a hand through his jet-black hair, you never really seem to understand what's going on, on top of his head. It suits him, yes, and if it weren't for the feeling you had in your gut, you would've asked Kuroo about the abomination on his head.

"I think you know what it is, and I wan-"

"Don't," you state with so much conviction it caught the middle blocker off-guard, "please don't fall in love me". You hated this, no one should love you at all, most especially Kuroo. He deserves someone so much better than... well, you. It's quiet, the tension between you two thick with the words you just uttered, and a part of you wanted to get the words and shove them back down your throat. Kuroo racks his brain as he thinks of something to say, choosing his next words carefully.

"Can I-", he starts softly, as if he was walking on eggshells, scared to push the wrong buttons that would make you hate him— He doesn't know, but there isn't anything Kuroo can do that will make you despise him—

"Can I ask... why?", he settles at that and you took a deep breath.

"Because you deserve more than this. Someone so much better than me," and it breaks Kuroo's heart to hear you say this, with no hesitation, as if you believed that this was true, which you did. You always have.

"I'm a mess, Kuroo."

"But.. you're not."

"I am."

—You never really thought highly of yourself, always felt like you were never enough for anything or anyone. Always felt like no one believed you when you spoke up, and if you did say how you feel or what's on your mind you'll be called dramatic. So you never really made it a habit to open up to anyone, scared of the fact that people will just brush it off or forget about it. What's the point right? And none of what you said really mattered so why bother?

"I'll suffocate you," you softly say as you bring your arms up to hug yourself to provide at least some sort of comfort. Kuroo wanted to hold you so bad, just wanted to wrap you around his arms and tell you that it's not true. Hold you close 'till you believed him. But he knew better than to interfere, so instead, he encouraged you to continue.

"How so?", he isn't being nosy, he thinks, he just wants to know why you'd say that so he further understands. And, he didn't mean for it to happen, but the facade you've been putting up just crumbles before him before you could even stop yourself, and everything you've been suppressing just flows out like a dam that's been broken.

"I'm problematic, okay? I have really bad trust issues, I have an eating disorder, I hate myself, I'm really really insecure and I get jealous so easily," you take a step back, "I'll be possessive, Kuroo, to the point it'll be toxic because I have trust issues and I probably won't believe you. I'll suffocate you with the constant need of me asking for validation if I'm enough."

Oh, how Kuroo just wants to vanish all your self-doubt and self-hatred. None of this matters to him, and it will never, because he loves you. He loves you. And, that's more than enough reasons to look past your flaws—

You took another step away from him and looked up at him with blurry eyes.

"And-," you took a deep breath, wondering if it's a good idea to tell him, but you've already told him everything else and by the look on his face, it seems he would like it better if you told him. So what's wrong with that? Despite it being hard to let out.

Well... maybe just this once you'll open up, believing that what you say actually matters. Maybe just this once, you'll be true, because it's Kuroo.

"I- I hurt myself," you pause before speaking softly, "when I make a mistake."

Oh.

Fuck.

That, Kuroo never knew. Looking back now, things make so much more sense now. He always wondered where you got the bruises on your arms and hands. Whenever he'd ask you about it, you'd laugh and brush it off saying, "Oh! I just hit the doorknob really hard," or, "a tumbler fell on my hand, weird right?". He actually believed you. Stupid for him to actually fall for your lies, and he curses himself for being so oblivious— You wipe your tears and look down, shuffling uncomfortably on your feet

"I'll be hard to love, Kuroo. You'll hate me."

Kuroo takes one slow stride towards you, calling out your name. You look up and the look on your face just shatters his heart into a million pieces. It's so much clearer to him now how broken you are, like a vase that fell of a table resulting in it being cracked and poorly fixed up again with clay, pieces wobbly as it holds on to dear life to stop falling.

He never knew because you were so damn well at hiding your feelings. You were always laughing, smiling, helping others even if you had so much on your plate. His heart tightens at the thought of how long you've been keeping this up. It hurts him to think how long you've been carrying this load, alone. But, you won't have to anymore. He won't let you.

"Can-," he hesitates, "can I hold you?". Your eyes widen ever so slightly, bottom lip trembling as you prepare yourself for another wave of tears. You bite your lip as you turn your gaze down, before nodding. Kuroo wastes no time in wrapping you in a comforting embrace. It feels so nice, so comforting to be held.

Growing up, no one was ever really there for you when you had problems. I mean, your family was there, but you didn't want to unload your problems to them because they had their own to deal with. Also, they didn't believe you anyway since you were the jolly, funny, happy-go-lucky kid. That's all you were. So if you had problems and told them, they never really took it seriously and called you dramatic because you're the happy kid! How could you be sad? So you only really had yourself. During middle school, you had two instances where you were taken advantage of, betrayed. It hurt you so much because, in all honesty, any type of betrayal hurts like a bitch. But, you never told anyone. You never told anyone how suffocated you felt as you cried in the middle of the night, trying so hard to silence your sobs because you roomed with your older brother not wanting to wake him up. No one knows how you felt as if thorns were wrapping around your throat as you bit back tears at school when you saw them. How your heart breaks every time because it felt as if they were taking a piece away from you when your family ignored you or interrupted you mid-sentence and never even bothered to ask you again what you were talking about—

"I'll never hate you," Kuroo starts softly, "I'm being completely honest and you probably don't believe me right now but hear me out, okay?", he gently grabs your shoulder pushing you away, but still close enough for you to feel his body heat. You nod your head as doubt bubbles in your stomach, but you ignore it and he continues.

"I love you, with all my heart."

"How do I know you're telling the truth?", your voice small from all the crying.

"Look at me," he calls out your name, leaning down to meet your eyes. You wipe your tears with the back of your hands, before looking at him. He looks breathtaking in this light. As the sun sets, it paints the sky with the beauty of mixing pink, orange, and blue hues. His hand gently takes a hold of your wrists, the other reaching up to cup your face to wipe the traces of tears and the ones that follow.

"I'll prove it to you every day if I have to," he says with so much sincerity that it overwhelms you.

"Why are you so nice? Why me, when I'm a mess?"

"Because you deserve everything," your search his eyes for doubt and uncertainty, but all that's there is the truth and love for you.

"And I'll be willing to give you the moon and stars just to show you...", tears pool on the corner of your eyes. No one has ever told you this and if they did, they never held the same amount of certainty and candor Kuroo's words have.

"You're my home, and you're the only person I'll ever run back to even if I'm lost because I know my heart will always find a way to you." Wiping away a tear that streamed down your face, "and you're not a mess, not to me. To me you're perfect, and I love you for who you are. Your flaws just prove that you're human, and it's not something I'll use to measure your worth."—

No. He should stop, you don't deserve him. Shaking your head, you break down once again.

"Enough," you sob, "please, don't love me". If there were any intact pieces left of Kuroo's heart, it was now sure to be broken beyond repair when he heard your voice, so helpless and defeated.

"Stop loving me," it was more of an order than a plead when you said it, and Kuroo uses both hands to cup your face.

"I'm sorry, but no," you were about to protest when Kuroo beat you to it. "You can't say that, these are my feelings and I'll love who I want. I know you think you shouldn't be loved but that's not true at all. Until you start to see that it's a lie, let me be here. So please," he places his forehead on yours, "at least let me love you."

You close your eyes as you take in every single word he said. It was quiet for a moment before you speak up again, voice so soft.

"I drool a lot."

Huh?

Kuroo furrows his brows at what you said and you avert your gaze down. It was your last resort to at least make Kuroo dislike you, back away and run far from you. Because who'll like someone who drools?

"That's the cutest fucking thing I've ever heard," and he smiles. It didn't work. He sighs, rubbing your cheeks with both his thumbs. He starts, voice gentle and so different from his usual teasing tone.

"You've always been there for me when I needed someone the most. You were my light in the darkest of times. You were there when I was doubting myself as a person and as the captain of Nekoma. You were there when I felt like the world turned its back against me. You were there. You were there assuring me, that I'm enough. That everything will be okay. And I feel so," he takes a deep shaky breath, "guilty, that I wasn't there for you when you needed me and I am so so so sorry for that."

It wasn't his fault, and it'll never be. You never opened up to him or to anyone for that matter. But, Kuroo, god Kuroo never failed to ask you if you were okay, he never failed to make you feel included. Kuroo closes his eyes as he fights back the tears threatening to fall.

"Yo-you don't have to reciprocate my feelings."

I want to, Kuroo.

"And you don't have to love me."

I do love you.

"but please, please depend on me. There's nothing wrong with you being strong, it's true and I admire you for that. But, at least let me be there for you."

He opens his eyes, not caring about how his tears betrayed him as it rolls down his cheeks. You wanted to wipe them away, cup his cheeks and remove that pained expression. But you yourself were busy keeping your feelings and tears at bay. His honey-golden eyes, which seemed to shine brighter whenever he was talking about something he likes, how it holds nothing but the truth and love whenever he looks at you, pierces through you.

"You don't have to tell me, but let me be there to hold you. Let me be there to wipe away your tears. Please share your burden with me, because you don't have to carry this alone. I don't want you to carry this alone anymore."

His eyes search yours for an answer, the tears rolling down his cheeks were long forgotten. He doesn't care if he's breaking down in front of you, if you're vulnerable then he'll be vulnerable with you, and only to you. He sniffs and you reach one hand out to cup his face, wiping his tears. He wastes no time in nuzzling his face further on your palm, and he sighs contently.

"Okay," you whisper, and for the first time during this whole confession, you smiled. A small one, but one that made Kuroo's heart lighten and flutter.

"Okay," you repeat softer than the last, rubbing your thumbs across his cheeks, "I will."

Kuroo removed one hand on your cheek to hold out his pinky. Childish, really, but it was something the two of you did ever since. It's special, the gesture holds so much meaning for you and for him.

"Promise?"

You nod your head softly. Connecting your pinky with his.

"Promise."

He uses his thumb to seal the promise and he smiles at you, before pulling you into a hug so tight. One hand caressing your head and the other by the waist. Your wrap your arms around his torso, and the two of you stay that way. Kuroo swaying you gently. Words were not exchanged because the two of you knew what you wanted to convey, with every squeeze and stroke.

Maybe this one time you'll lean on him and maybe, just maybe, you'll let down your walls and let him in.

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