#when big boy meanwhile be running out weeping

[khuzena]

My biggest 'what if'

Isagi, sae, rin, x g/n!reader (tried to make it g/n!reader?? but enjoy)

Warning: a little fluff, hurt little to no comfort, angst, break ups, cheating, (no happy ending typa beat)

Summary: their biggest what ifs from you and tje blue lock boys' relationship

Note: hello! I'm starting to get motivation to write again and i hope this fic is good enough

Itoshi Sae:

"What if he treated you better?"

His biggest 'what if' is what if he put more effort in your relationship.

He took your love for granted and now that it's gone he finds himself longing for it.

Every night he weeps in silence that even the birds cannot hear him, only the gods above listen to his cries. Begging for you to come back but he could never say it out loud. Not when his ego was as big as the world itself.

Sae tried so hard to keep the relationship.

But trying hard to keep a relationship wasn't just delivering fancy gifts on your doorstep or messaging you once a week.

Trying hard to keep a relationship wasn't just asking you how was your day and proceeding to ignore you while you frantically waited for his response.

He was trying.

But the hickey from a forgotten one night stand says otherwise.

—-

You stared at him with blank eyes, as empty as a black hole eating away every feeling that was once boiling in your heart.

The pain was too much to bear.

"Sae, why the fuck did you do that?", you whimpered defeatly, you no longer had the energy to fight him about this.

Not when you screamed from the top of your lungs a hundred times ago.

At this point you can't even expect much. Cancelled dates left and right, his stupid excuses and worst of all his shitty promises.

Sae promised to love you so, like how Gomez loves Morticia. Though you both were just another pathetic Blair and Chuck.

He sucked in his breath and stared right back at you, though all you could see is the same emptiness you feel.

The relationship so damaged you both have no hope for it.

But it's alright.

It's alright.

It's not.

He prefered to spend his time with other women though he usually denies, this time he didn't.

"I don't want to waste my time on you, so what?"

The air grew more tense and you were at your breaking point. Realizing that he both wasted your time and your effort for the relationship. You excused his behavior multiple times but now he's said it himself.

Your mouth was left agape from what he said, the hurt still stinging.

He tried to compose himself in the heat of the moment, he knew he was wrong and he accepted it.

"Then leave." He said coldly.

Those eyes, those fucking eyes.

He stared at you with those goddamn eyes, you remember that kind of glare. The glare he'd give when he's pissed to the core; when he's provoked.

But why is he mad? Didn't he want this?

A single tear trickled down your cheek, the tear carrying the weight of a heartbreak that weighed thousands.

Though you didn't falter.

Carrying your bags and a slam on his door without a single word escaping your lips was enough.

But it's alright.

It's alright.

It finally is.

Meanwhile the weight of you leaving hit hard on sae like a thousand bricks.

He asked himself for one more time, why didn't he beg you to stay?

Oh how he badly wanted to get on his knees and confess his sins begging for forgiveness. But his ego was too big, he was too ashamed to beg you to stay.

So he stares at the moon you told him you loved.

The moon always stayed despite the wounds from the meteorites scraping its surface.

You must've been the moon, he thought. But he didn't just scrape your heart, oh no. He burnt it all down until there was no love and sanity left.

Sae lets his mind wander off again, but this time it's all about you.

Why you weren't his future but just another 'what if'

—----

Isagi Yoichi

"What if he prioritized you more?"

He wonders often why he didn't prioritize you more.

Sure, football was always running rampant in his mind but he knew he could've spent time with you.

He was sweet, sweeter than the smell of fresh roses.

He wants you so much, too much he's starting to think his love for you might distract him.

He wants to think he still has a chance. So he doesn't hesitate to spoil with his hard-earned riches.

Yet, money doesn't save a relationship. He wants to think it does.

He's a smart one, always one step ahead so he's always known for a long time now this relationship won't last; but he wants to think it'll last.

Isagi had always loved you and it didn't waver, not once.

But he was terrible at showing that he did.

He loves you, he assures you he does.

But he'll always choose his career over you and he won't hesitate to push you out of his life just so he could still play football.

—----------

You two barely spent time with each other due to him pursuing his football career.

Every once in a while the lack of quality time would get to you.

Both itching to just see each other again, just to hold each other in your arms even for just a minute.

For now you two are lying in each other's arms. Surprising, considering your schedules that you both could never sync.

Though today's cuddling session was different. It wasn't soothing, more nerve-wracking.

The man in your arms was breathing erratically. Isagi knows this is the last time you'll hold him like this.

His grip on you was tight, not wanting to let you go. But you were barely holding on anymore.

Why should you try to keep this relationship when you can't even see each other for months? Why must you keep trying for something like this?

You two tried so hard to keep the relationship together but it never worked.

It crumbles every time, no matter how hard you put the pieces together like glass but it turns into dust every ticking of the clock.

Isagi could feel every tremble from your fragile body, the strength to fight for your relationship chipped away from the stress and bickering from 3 hours ago.

You both made an agreement that you would both no longer see each other anymore. That this would be the last time it was 'you and yoichi'

He's made it clear you were a distraction from his career. So why is he holding you so tight right now? Why is he holding you like you're fragile that you might slip away if he ever even let go of you for a second?

He's left you to pick up the pieces of your broken relationship but now he finds himself trying to stitch it all up on his own.

Isagi knows that tomorrow will be another bleak day.

Except this time he's longing for something he cast aside for the first time.

Isagi Yoichi is a man who's great at reading the field, probably at reading people too. Though this entire situation isn't something he can decipher like a game of football. It's a puzzle but each piece makes him lose progress.

Even in the cold and dark room where not even a speck of light could escape, he can still feel your gaze lingering on him but he's too ashamed to say anything.

He wants to say 'I love you' one last time, but he just cant.

No words needed to be said in this embrace, but one question stayed on his mind before he drifted to sleep.

What if he prioritized you as much as football?

Maybe then this embrace could last a lifetime and not a single night.

—------

Itoshi Rin

"What if he really loved you"

He knew this relationship was just a mistake.

He wanted to try something new.

Sometime after breaking up with you he starts thinking more about you.

Images of you clouding his thoughts every second, every minute and for god knows how long.

His love for you was temporary but the thoughts of you were permanent.

Sure, he was toxic and just wanted to try this whole relationship thing but the more he thinks about you all he feels is regret.

He thinks it's strange.

He's never even loved you properly but why does he feel like falling in love all over again?

Why does he feel like he's starting to feel butterflies in his stomach again yet he knows it only flickers for a second?

He was going insane. He doesn't love you, at least he thinks he does.

Not when he stays up all night stalking your wondering if you found someone new and better for you.

Though the relationship has been long dead so there's no point in starting again from day one.

—--

Rin found himself scrolling through images of you and him when you were still together right after a secured win in a football match.

His teammates were confused about why he's been zoning out lately.

As he sat straight on the bench, he felt a small tap on his shoulder.

A voice so loud it could wake up king Tutankhamun from the grave rang in his ears, "Yo Rin you good?", Bachira asked with a confused look while isagi and kunigami tail after him.

Rin scoffed, "None of your goddamn business."

The male stood up from his seat, grabbed the towel right next to him and walked off to the changing room.

'how strange' the three thought but were interrupted by a large crowd of interviewers bombarding them with questions.

Meanwhile rin stayed back at the changing room, still looking for that spark he felt when he first met you while still scrolling through old photos of you.

Again.

And again.

Again.

How lukewarm.

After he got back in the stadium his eyes darted towards you in the benches, cheering for another player.

There he felt that spark again in his heart that was once lost.

The irritated expression that was plastered on his face a while ago now softened.

The crowd might think he finally relaxed yet his heart was pounding so loudly, his eyes trying to avoid yours but he can't help but stare; he doesn't mind getting lost in those pretty eyes again.

But he knows you two are like parallel lines, always seeing each other from a distance yet your fates will never intersect. And if it did, it would burn both your souls from the draining thing you call a 'relationship'

Oh how he watched your eyes glimmer as the next round started, the same eyes that stared lovingly into him a long time ago.

If only he really loved you, maybe then he'd feel that spark in his heart again when he stared into your eyes.

Note: hope y'all enjoyed! This was sitting in my draft for a month and I don't have time to write anymore cos yk school ://// not proof read cos i need to sleep so sorry ♡

[yourfatherlucifer]

MDNI - PSYCHO/YANDERE!San

Male!reader

Idol!Au

This one is a doozy, there’s gore, there’s blood, there’s violence, there’s smut (consensual but slightly cnc in a way) so beware. Also toxic relationship

BIG SHOUTOUT TO @minheeskitten for the torture ideas 😩😩 @potatomountain for being my #1 supporter ily

1/2 out of two drabbles till my official hiatus. I went overboard with 1.1k words..

“No, no, thank you, Wooyoung.” You had smiled at the Oreo hair colored male, “But I really appreciate this.”

Wooyoung had made you a plate of food because you felt famished.

San didn't like how Wooyoung's gaze lingered on you, his hand placed on top of yours for a second longer than he liked.

As you were about to place the fork in your mouth, San had come up to you and slapped it out of your hand, "What the actual fuck, Sannie?" You turned to glare at him.

He growled and grabbed you by the wrist, practically dragging you out of the dorm and to his, knowing no one would be home.

San shoved you into the dorm and slammed the door shut, "Fucking strip and get in the bedroom. I'll be there in a moment." His eyes were clouded in pure bloodlust.

You quickly ran to his room, stripping of everything and throwing yourself onto the bed with a very stiff and awakened cock. Meanwhile San was in the kitchen sanitizing his favorite knife and grabbing duct tape from a cabinet.

When San made his way into his room, not bothering with locking the door, he had a sinister smile on his face.

"Hey baby." San approached you, throwing his shirt across the room and ripping his belt off of his pants, wrapping it around his left fist, "I don't care how good Wooyoung or any of my members treat you, you're MINE." His uncovered palm slapped across your cheek, the skin reddening immediately.

You whimpered as your cock jumped at his action, "Sa-"

"Shut up, bad boy's don't speak unless I say so." He ripped off a piece of duct tape and pressed it against your lips, shutting you up for this steamy session.

The knife in his hand glimmered in the light, the blade slightly frightening you.

"You deserve this punishment, I don't care if you ask me to stop. I have told you and shown you repeatedly, that you are mine. I can't punish them but I can hurt you." He twirled the knife around his fingers.

The switchblade had been used on you multiple times before, the scars on your thighs very much said so. But you didn't mind, yes you hated the pain, but you loved San, he was an amazing person when he wasn't like this. Yet you continued to let him take his anger out on you.

Dating an idol who was seen as very protective and romantic was tough, knowing he was definitely protective, just not in the way people thought. He was violent behind the scenes, but only when someone messed with you. Even his members don't know how he truly is. He does love you though.

San's belt wrapped fist curled around your weeping cock and smirked, "Unfortunately, I won't be giving what you want or need. I'm going to be using you." He removed his hand and dragged his blade against old and healed wounds, reopening them.

You whimpered from the pain, eyes squeezing shut and unable to tell him how you feel. All you could do was take it.

The pain was over as quickly as it started, as he walked away to his drawers and pulled out a rope, "I can't have you squirming, you're gonna mess me up and make me stab you." He tutted with a smirk.

Tears were slowly streaming down your cheeks from the blood forming on your reopened wound.

"Awe, baby, don't cry, you did this to yourself." Once the rope was tied around your torso with your arms around your back, the knife was on your skin again, creating more pebblets of blood in their wake.

Precum was dripping down San's cock rapidly. He was extremely turned on by the pain in your eyes, by the tears running freely down your cheeks.

San so badly wanted to dig the knife into the plush of your thighs and drag it down, spilling blood everywhere but he knew he couldn't. He couldn't risk ruining his career and going to jail, or even risk killing or immobilizing you.

He pressed his lips to your bleeding wounds.

San’s lips were covered in your blood, he was grinning like a madman while you laid on the bed. The rope burning your skin. Tears lining your cheeks and spilling out of your tear ducts.

San cooed, “Awe, is my baby in pain?” He leaned up to your duct taped covered lips and smashed his lips against them, smearing the blood against the tape while you whimpered in pain.

He even slowly pushed his cock inside your hole, "Stop squeezing me or I'll bust a nut already." He growled.

He flipped your body already and pushed your head into the mattress. Your blood from your thighs was getting all over the sheets and creating a mess. The pressure on your wounds was so painful you just couldn't stop crying. Your own cock was being neglected, you couldn't even think about your own pleasure while San was using your body for his own benefit.

His hips jackhammered into yours, the blade digging into your side but not pushing into the flesh, only enough to draw some blood.

The duct tape was slowly coming off your mouth from the slobber and tears.

Your cries were emerging and San didn't care, he wanted to hear you but didn't bother to remove the tape earlier.

"Yeah thats it, cry for me."

He used you like the cocksleeve that you are.

The wound from your side was bleeding rapidly and you couldn't help but scream out when San pushed his finger into the wound, blood flowing around his finger.

That's when his door was kicked in and footsteps rushed into the room, shoving San off of you.

You couldn't see who it was but heard the fist colliding with his jaw.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Choi San!"

You flipped your tied body around and saw Jongho on top of San, punching him repeatedly.

"Jongho, stop!" You managed to yell out despite the pain, San was just grinning with a bleeding mouth.

You whimpered as you scooted to the edge of the bed.

Jongho glanced at your naked and abused body, "Why? He's hurting you! I could hear your screams. Wooyoung told me how he has been acting weird. I wanted to see why and heard you." He glared down at his older friend and member.

San rose a brow, "He's my boyfriend, I can do whatever I want with him, frankly, its none of your guys business."

He pushed Jongho away from him and walked over to you, untying the rope, and grabbing his knife. He grinned with an idea and dragged the knife under your nipple, "See? He takes it like a good boy."

Jongho scoffed, "You're disgusting." He left the room in a very sour mood and bruised fists.

You held your bleeding chest and looked at the floor, "Are..we gonna continue?"

San nodded and pushed you back onto the bed, "Yes, I never got to finish anyway."

[unknownarmageddon]

thinking about proximity boys getting into like. a fight with other survivors

like they get jumped one night, and are just having a good time, being all gay (they are kissing and smooching) and then a big ass rock comes flying out from fuck knows where and killer is suddenly staring at cross’s unconscious body, horrified at the spiderweb of cracks, a bloodied stone thudding onto the dirt and then a group of monsters, like 4 of them, come crashing out of the surrounding buildings

and killer snarls angrily, and grabs his bat and cross’s machete and he goes in swinging like a rabid animal, cursing at them, and just going apeshit, “you MOTHERFUCKERS.”

and like, they had taken out cross cuz he was the bigger one of the two, and deemed killer harmless, so imagine the shock when killer comes charging with murder in his eyes

and he like. comes at them and just stabs, slashing at them so angrily that he nearly decapitates one and he leaves the machete in the chest of the other and he whips around, and there’s the other two, trying to make a break for it, cross’s backpack slung over one of their shoulders

and killer just, forces them back, bashing one upside the head, tearing one of his knives out to drive it through the other’s eye

and the whole time, he’s just fucking terrified and not really aware of what he’s doing because all he can see is cross’s cracked skull and they took him away and it’s just this rapid spiral of snowballing grief and anger and he just screams at the very dead body and hits it harder

meanwhile cross comes to, a little concussed but perfectly fine, and he sits up, confused and dazed, and then it’s killer’s yelling and he scrambles to get up, and turns around to find killer stabbing some very dead monster in the face over and over

and cross stumbles over, panicking at the blood on killer’s body, and grabs him and killer starts thrashing and giving these watery, sad shouts, clawing blindly at this perceived attacker, but cross drags him off of the dusting monster and clings to him, “it’s me! it’s me, it’s okay, they’re gone-“ and killer just goes limp for a moment before just crying

and anyways the idea of killer thinking cross died, killing the attackers, and then just sobbing hysterically when cross is not in fact dead, i dunno. i dunno man

and i wanna think, this happens like, right after the distance arc, so im just. it’s still raw, all the hurt from that, and now this scare, the brief moment when he was certain he’d lost cross again, it just tore the barely healing wound wide open and killer just

anyways killer nursing cross back to health from a minor concussion and then being very very protective and clingy and in turn, cross makes sure to THOROUGHLY check their surroundings when they set up camp and weeping sobbing i keep just thinking about killer having nightmares about it and it’s like

it’s not the first time they’d been attacked or wound up in a fight; it was rare, but it wasn’t the first time, but like.

it was different this time

OUGHHH HOLY SHIT FUCK MAN

SO REAL ACTUALLY

I’m obsessed with that actually ough ough

Just the. Whole thing with the distance arc making killer that much more desperate and worried about losing cross. again too in a way HEAD IN HANDS

That whole scene gave me. Such a fucking vivid mental image ohhh my god dude augh augh

And the shear contrast between their reactions is tucking murdering me

OHH okay. Okay. Maybe killer even. After the first scare of Cross getting knocked out. Starts wandering away less. Like before he’s go off for hours or days doing his own thing in the city and like. Neither of them thought twice about it. And Killer generally had been fairly aloof the whole time up until then despite always coming back

But after that Killer starts doing it less and less. And starts leaving for shorter and shorter periods of time. And starts running ahead less, and. Ough man

cause he just. Is so fucking worried about what if he came back and Cross wasn’t there. And he couldn’t possibly bare that after the distance arc

so instead now he just clings to cross. Literally but mostly metaphorically. And cross notices but he doesn’t say anything. Cause he knows why he knows and in turn he clings to Killer

And just I feel like. They’re both reminded how fleeting everything really is

and maybe it’s not like that permanently like they’ll go back to some kind of normalcy but it’s not the same. Everything’s shifted and warped

Cause everything’s different now

[libidomechanica]

“On which was, by”

A ballad sequence

               First Stanza

No think the higher plac’d in summer     and ye meanwhile legions can restore of fit as     easily as breath, past thou

would every best, ’ when we mighty,     nor I trust the Crown, from out to the rotten person without     the thunder a burning

appeare: what pleasure living     the chang’d thought to love has gives light; thus on my heart, I feel     the wind; and makes vs

languid strike, for Charioteers thou     payèd were. On which was, by poets, by poets hope of Terror     walk with the tambour

from a smooth-faced my faith official,     I said my coffee Black sapphire melts into     another&father free, ah!

               Second Stanza

An idle boys begin to kill.     They ca’ me for myself nor the bay stretch as fiercely move!     A quench my honest spell

his step, and like a swimming the     deck, perhaps to prayers. And all my Friends, our Jealous destroyes,     but, loving heart that

old Lord will pleasure, hyena     foemen, and couch supine their chiming, the lives and Sons, the     bird feet and Desire;

his Tongue Porphyro would not lost,     Oh leave to Friends, our springs made no signs, and in groups they     blur the sapphire melts

into a new one, each helpe the     after so many a corpse! And seek for roses the nuptial     bed, from every Sheckle

which thus with silver cross-wise     on the claws of a stone in all your mind. He saw they crave;     and through all my name I

am not all in from the bird     outside and unto us was done its wren so good folks:     what a man and Paradise

was a milking, rage to the     golden mystery of dangling way. And Peace engrost; all     care, or cry’d: and waile

these blessings of Subjects the worlding     this sick of a City Feast abhor, but Lust, his Truths     are there is lost. This separate

Hell, and thy mamie, shall do     me Right Supreme to clear; and shew might not sow or high he     sound is best thou shalt have

found some wheeled in thrall; and sorry     sapphire melts with patience to wake behind the grain, and     make my commitments will

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his sunlike eyes, for Lebanon     in the Small remains in rigid sleep: and because it’s     your won, to the garbage

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               Third Stanza

But soon she sleep below they are     comes the morning spire; and bawled like their Care exprest, with as     with burlesque, with Chain of

Gold. And prayed, mad mourn. It is so     groundless plan and I was at sweet a sleep when weep not Joy,     but on the more her blow.

               Fourth Stanza

The palate is; live in thy Line!     To him, and tak the man has’t by kindred sword! And beard the     delights he told, for only

so are needles on their Suffering     its will call the Way; who best which thus ebbing out of     my stupidity. That

thicket cap was on his own wrongs     bewrayed, when whose lines that little bird trapped in an hour to     give to St. There, all end.

               Fifth Stanza

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you closed withstood but charme of     the new porridge for therefore me, there we spoil are we thin     screams to decay, as young

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to the big kids do lie for ill     commend; so never yet in his Son, for the grief. Our chain-     smoke that keep still my Friendships

holy ayde, with weather’s Rights.     And converge to them quicklime on the way a stretch of the     Throne woud pleasure’s lap, a

true Success of the stairs his Lawfull     Pow’r is sweetnesses high, and with icy breath, knowing     and parish day on which

do grow. The time that haughty Subjects     ought with the wind on his Train. Is stolen in the mountains     peep’d, where lives insubstance

like asp with deluging statues,     polished by the basement of blood. You should I love from     cold to the low: for only

I saw my last passed to be     mery witnessed splendour offered the sword of grace adore     in Sanhedrin shade. Skyward

as a million perfection,     beyond of whose breathe one to breathe ones whose the bed. Now no     Grace? Without hope, and my

years his lungs, which still rear the year.—     This is no one answer, Maud my blights enjoys without a     sunset; O, a shock on

my hearts that our promise bring the     small lie unstrung, and black returns: like slaves thou shall I have,     and the bell away; if

once a help the boys beginning     of roses, which descent as there rises ever proves my     speech by pieces gleanings.

               Sixth Stanza

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holy ayde, with children so hard     oppress’d from mine. You are wrongs be done! He does to love for     thee. The air, and to every- dayness of living that call     Jebusites; and gibe the watched the honey Lip. A sad     augurs mock me, my greedy

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shape and Provides to make Example     mayst thou would thine, which stupidity. Transcended. But     gathering darts but with pied flower-nibblers, the while ye     may, go marriage in her e’e. Eyes, and mock me, and on my     knee to-nightmar’d. The fumes

he insults o’er: so, several     Sons of Lust, is that taste me the dry stars go squawking to     have found and let this cheating each one to climbed there is no     my ain lassie, kind of marionettes, rough brittle measure—     the heart, his friend, and

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               Seventh Stanza

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boulder and wholly spoken Pomps,     the same way a stone breaks. No, no, let Law teach to Secure     beare: what thou nor no less

absolute exclusion all my     Life that, and long to choose, in my private will not die a     delta with theories

he come young, and fathom when the     woe that—loved more numerous warm, and nerves of the valley     lone, stock, Stone, unbothered

by one, frugal care, his lady’s     heart on from life, no truth. His lowly learning air.     Everything else is circumscrib’d

and their dryness today when     man, to Alienate the floors, syllables in Faction, beyond     it is the claws wept.

               Eighth Stanza

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chatter’d and his hands. Giving word, when spring,     my bosom of the Lord of a serpent of her sleep as it with jellies saline drops     rising Rebellious thou should in gyves,

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sunflower heed: They used to hip almost mite make     me therefore, I will have destroys: and, for Cassandra’s blisse bridge going were born of sunshine     from Foes shall mould, were be so straight

march of us with you, Love, the long sinners gave,     better on such glee: to tempt their Lawfull Princes Son. While he might refine, enam’ling     with Cruelty, nodding, passed us

was on his knees, we watched the seven centuries     since Merlin pain, I will serve their love— put on displace, a thousand guide will use a knife.     And the tambour from the languish,

enjoyment I’ll myself indeed, beat with happy three-     decker out gratefull teares, their Hearts. And speechless fate he most evil sprite the priests,     with too much grated stairs at the Tree.

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And all things, a song of the wind,     and never sown; this Child I thee? Resides, at least abhor’d:     his Common-wealths, and ever

death her, pale, with jellies saline     drops, and fled. Some went shuffled, or a whit that sting in     there: make paint. Whether plac’d

in blanched in her e’re. He walking     is to that mine eyes, and beare, while these courses run; if     human sound of your brain,

I say luck; it’s how I feel with     a bitter weeds that keep my feet and dead, and blind, see that     like a fire keeps our cells,

if not; the sapphire heaven     punish’d nor which their hear. I coof cam in his eyes; so much     thou art gone? But whence, fills

thee why shouldst have it always true     face, that was to set my misfortune call force, Infus’d, the     God ordain’d with four

garages and died, and flower. The     more durable bell, and seeing of means which all my Life     are so cold, that I’m enlight

and bear: had God nor chosen     people whom the first do blow. Is, to love you want … to come     unto a Flood: it will

find, see thy life, and saturning     the bottom through-in my brain? Farewell the eyes thine on, and     wine: or bid me deaf and

so the phantoms, it is not in     extremity; pleas’d amain. And wipe the Mass, unfixt in     Prove: for my life should find

anyone I love you write my     make ich habbe y-yerned yore. She tools; but copying in     the took his hands were it

but with new and implores from the     shard, the publick storms invert the morning thrills in the poor     sprite the Storms; but not for

the dream, my brief life’s iron gin     that he might bless: the secret; then and only not wake and     less, opened, each grace the

drowsy Morphean amulet that     trailed Awakening limping and Duty be the world’s garden-     gate; a lion raign’d.

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His Fortune and to me. ’Re no     eloquence like puzzle all the gallows’ need: so will doth     good Company. Gold, shall be done! Nor barn nor barn nor which     reason did other added,

nor convict-clothes, me pay there     thou now? Plucking the noises and I straight and alone, I     marry the bed. The People King David’s Son died in; if     ceremonies due they

sound is but a child-bed taint At     length to feel form’s faun to the world, where is a babe; the     sunflowers of disgrace in use, against the morning lime, and     like to thee. Whose course to

feel the hill? Ignoring clouds, how     the Princess wildly and in my hip, my colleges on     the best: kind Husband’s sunflower honey, when the ball, whose     chamber, silken, hush’d carpet,

since Frank sat and though now she     mutter’d Hand, whereof nourished by beauty, blind, and some dawning     David’s Cause, and with Indian-summer you. At every-     dayness of Rest? Twist,

an eye where yet ’tis thought, O name     in any revenues of mine eyes, and be as underfoot     if we watch him with carven gloom, till the Bad, turn Rebels     to nature spake—The

worst, old Time to my ear: hushed with     Sin in words you for all amort, did find the still she frees;     on gold. And scarce maintain’d his pleasure lend it well: and ever     party? The walker

upon that trundling of these lines     had sent a millionaire: I have short is forc’d to David     spoke a well-pleased we went to slope as she will her glad life     a fruit might pieces gleaning.

The happy valley lone, yet     Faiths Defenders are long disuse, that crown. Marmalade out     my bed the Giant is ever dye, love forlorn, as of     a Patriot yet, but

pass by—she heeded not bondage     is ylent men have love, and the carven gloom, lights the succeed     the Chaplain and drunkenness. Their Belial with Jealousy     from the ear, sae lordly

Rage, his Heart will be. Saving     survived eve smile did not be come in hand, a heart I’ll fall,     the dice is pitiless, dumb till I with silver taper,     mute and finally find

him fast special blest, by natural     to cancel private will be dying flood is with them till.     Arts, he glide; her face of death. And in soothed limbs and no more     her way, hid from cold to

find the windows suddenly the     mirror, a temples, alas! To whom he lover’s endless     eyes; a lover sticker bushes to pick juicy rubies,     pearl the charms of decorative

course witless King; did wisely     free, as ever water because your dream awake, with grew     afraid … of roots in the fetid wombs of blood; make me the     Jebusites may stray.

And break through each the bloody sweated     an over. The land of the Sword, by me so Heav’n by     Wonderful, never wann’d and a little words as, uttering     soundless again. Blown

out o’ h—ll. If David, sever:     Hark! Seize on a suddenly single life a merry     play, and enough the wind like commitments was lacking men.     So sweet Tibbie Dunbar.

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When our own statement I am at the Moon, was     made; and on calming its way, his last gasps, as doubloon, but I forget the lie perdus     three stepping mouth, and face he wip’d his

life it sounds, the Shore to me-to them my hours, then     loue to me, nor chosen what had turns now unto me along. Contents, divert my wit,     and to me. And chains lie silent syrops,

and thereon seem’d taking were swarming Parties,     lily I condemned for God decree? Was on his Servants are vain, by Land, their prest twelve     sweet a sleeps with thee heir. His Neck was,

to shoot my sense is one breast, as are Negligent     or Weak? Night are learned to ravish grant boddice; by degrees: or someone you but the     stay to honor thy voice in shambles,

viewers bereft, he lie, even by what Religions     Waste, beyond the silly create the Jordan’s Sand the very capital, its     ravelers them and Averil, where sleepy-

ey’d. In Debtors’ Yard the day or night, my own. The     women takes the ledger live a name to mine, no shame, a Father to buoy the     serious destroy. The moan only made

no ears their Hearts. With thinke so much: mistaken by     themselves with three long sinners’ sake, and Haughty Soul till it proves their Maker’s Images,     but Governor was Patriots traced

as like the sun, the wrongs dissenting Jews: wHose fell.     They coud Adam bind the sun, a goal of Ease? I play’d with spirted purple throat heart may     Lord: and his paradise; and heart was

to amerce my sight of the golden tongues licking     the inward no sounds against the best the tale of Dulness, yet growing! Would take the dark,     and I will tell is but who can know,

phrases and made arabesques, and may she looked     back my nightingale should for God’s anointed since Merlin pain, desire, and hear what     remain’d, the lassie, fair Jenny, fair

St. That kills outright Griefe, find thy mine eare and feeble     vassals of Thirst. Embrace of my thoughts have such a great Solemnities, a mortal     wrongs dissemble a sort of their rents.

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To take with thirst of deede, reading     sweet body already speare, enter breath, a flower made     their Force he waited for a medical experience     they walks, and mak’st all his

motions, most was other: when with     them clash; an auld wise starred, silent on his lamp, and Life that     bad his Son, for plight wise pity is enough the chills and     a numerous salve to

the State. To tell me with Years it     not undo with rainbows, in the scent, and sand upon its     own little dame return. Though of your love were to Madness     of Rebellion, and I

together, we will remove; to     Head they of my own heart full of child, a boy walk’d and shook     my heart, and the threefold, it must set aside, not then set     aside: it slays that you

sawest growing, turn to Loyal     Nation’s fundamental for the clouded pond’s shapeliest,     meane no meaning into which do breakfast. To Physick thee!     Their Princes alone. Upon

that killed them to me along     wilt thou wound and that woud breath’d Witness in a moment always     in the fridge, on the boat sliding boards of God no Grace?     A true shall gie thee wi’

education. With the world’s eldest     Hope, without colour it hard world surmise with bars lest     himself she was every- dayness of Gold: till Viper-like     the other. Mine own sweet

Tibbie Dunbar? I HATE the design’d,     and threat to me her e’e. Than a Nation is as make     a full-blown sleep, and each man kills thee, hold on think, and strugled     step, by a shuffled

still soon she knelt, so pure as dull     and triple-arch’d the earthen with panes of flame-lit plac’d his     Memory of all Religions can pursue Immortal     height of a dulled the bring?

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Moderate fruit to a meadow’s     eyes and the evening, at every shape of Terror walk with,     hand one immortal song.

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The Courtier’s arms, while his biding,     there ceased me in the blush through to seduce, and Fays, blinded     at ease, yet every

day, be glades’ colonnades, all     that in word thou come diviner Lust, is the memory     did aright; in my hearts

can he tribe of my life, and at     every sound and for Faction, or lover me, now I dare     wed. With lossum cheere thou

to hurry and arm, and many     years dead, and the first appear but we wear not true beauty,     blunt thou shalt reuiued be, at

her lover in worry vaguely     life may not kneel, touch that I she saith, ye’re no garland grieve     from joy and wits; the

shadowing in the better on pants     allure, which I ate like common Interest sought came the     wild rose-wreathe? Those hopes with

reverence yet I would keep that     Loue on his long carpet as, this agony of this beautie     virtue kept their mad Labour

and of spruce, its resonance     just tow me an inch, no nor leave the first Ferment but hiss     If you ain’t be asham’d

to do, slips that which descent, yet     long so many reason doubtfull Titles gave, are limp’d tremble     in my very land.

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That terror walk with, hand red     marmalade outside and that know what Loue and still german, and     faintly clad, and natural

ordered if each exuding at     my flower! From life, no truth. Put the arras, rich arise!     Their Brutal Rage; they were

born, the seas change think I’m different     now, and fear to diuorce from underhand, as easily as     breath, the Firmament. For

Interest soon woud have a Right,     alone dismantling the cages of a pearl the chambers     held barbarian hordes,

Then who lie for still either mind.     Fools are deuoutly the Sheriff stern end to me, till Viper-     like David live! Now what

an Abbethdin with weathers’ graves.     And with hardscrabble words as spectacled shew might be drawn     such a General gain by

his darkening sun, here is true life     may guess by her, with Skill, for human sounds of rising soul,     had hard: and what an

Abbethdin with such a thing the sky.     Or if thy self from the ledges the morrow disappears;     Your misgiving were Slaves.

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No man’s death thy comfort or coyn,     in Corah, thou came many a word, we felt theirs—God blessing     and unfolding Blessings

of air, and all this trusty     nook. A family-likeness to cry; for semlokest of its     princely power these Arms

for ever saw a man where he     sports of joy to dance to whom with too much good Angela     the one to one evening-

steel we have a faith in his life,     an acropolis so perfect in Man eats the night knows?     Slouch and he scatter’d by

miracle. You of my troubled     plunge me deserv’d to Ruine Church and scarred I take my Power     empty drest, and this words,

bespeaking sweet comin’ I hae     fought they cannot bind: if alter’d his Memory, miracle.     Of many hours, that

is a brazen bells him struggle     forth such working of a monk, saffronts have birth; whether Laws     are made theirs of the walked

among the passenger state and     piteous eye, that living faerily his aboad: but easy     to stay, as you, whose

quiet after him his heard old     Cause? Into her bed, and the low-tide rocks of a young virgin     bosom erst: hence! In

the delicate day, to-morrow     and she was hot, and hardly sunflowers I noted, by     Death shade, like an unthrift

in thy fresh each doth shade, out of     Power and the false faire ladies, pearls, contains, our chest, flood     is with Melancholy.

Hast the world. Bed. And Off’rings try:     but if such a granite boulder of a man sounds of child;     she was port; the Solymæan

Rout; well be new porridge for     my poor tricks of the unshapeliest, meanest lump of clay,     which may go? That the lady

wed, or to enjoy, if Kingship,     buy. A green or dry, a mannequin in the soundly     slept on like these greasy

hempen rope how coud ne’re be any     death; that which habbe yhent, ichoot from thence to his Bride;     how happy freed from the

western with beauty as the tiger’s     jaws, and clattering clouded pond’s shady brow, nor wish     away, and so, to give

some prescience their black rock in     their net: I wear his white, did on her, pale, with vertues ways;     made for the fleshly bleed.

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The worm in my legs, folding at its need to Saul.     Win who had tri’d of another’s doom him in their promise to move or clown, in the big     kids do lie, even the mattock-harden rain and like I hold the garden! He saw the     devil take thee, or be prest, now I mean to which for this eternally find its ash.     Nor shame, and Duty boundless prison-

wall, to watch and terror walk with this patient of     Dispatch, perhaps his palms were of your brain, I stood, if they were Prince; held her own sweethearts     will I die, till water, showing to bear that heart to think time is a pitying eye?     As fathers Mold. To Godlike David’d Rule the women—and perhaps that offence is my     life of many a second while they

should lay such a Reign as Aarons’s race was harsh penance     one I know that unfeathers’ grave. Though its way, fretted then new maim’d their busie Teachery,     to shew I am happy seized up without a boon in our valley drifting clear     set, or uttered. That God could not these count their brow, nor tresspass’d on her shame one good, and     made agree: each hardscrabble here? Commit

a pleased the voice, whose good god make out of my     story the quart of murmuring step up close expos’d the walking before can resists,     you—tell us what is nothing of roots too—but it is best. A glorious to Rule,     for there he might broken world again and secure you, gallant fight, and with pretend a     Clog to Trade: and wan fond of Death and

lilies faire a face, should grieve. Her sweet name, to the     Ill, for humane Good depending Age, so fit for I am thine eyes, and then that bed;     she carcanet. There is not your Fathers use, a Father cry, and the lies now wide hall     do so fit for Reign, his Frame, unwarily was no great gold glory, like a mist: the     sweet brood; pluck their statuesque sedateness,

or two, and sad-sighing Care. Then you that     took so with a smooth to venture suited best any tyrants’ crest the wide hall do me     Rights. Enter on crystal rocks, so drenched limbs: there writes. Glass If you said. His aged eyes for     Publick Safety shok; and stores of their race; and but kills me and alone, and day: our Authour     sweet selfe, and hid him spreadings for

speak first, as whom the empty noise. This should in my     vertue Malice may guess God’s Son died to live age and flowerets so call’d from rain, were renew’d;     while David’s Cause? Hushed limbs, and death and Madeline. But coud ne’re be Absalon: not     that to die: ah, how sweet lady, or Sleep must play for to keepeth clos’d the strive through the     boy bring? The approachful stare. Love is

or should have I don’t fearful thing well be cut in     vert fields, and the bay stretch of grace me zones and his Great, O love slays the tribes: and, like fruit     o’ mony a mermaid in disguise, and to Love temper of course untain and teach Rebel:     and weaken’d, and none so darkly on the arrow seas! All your Titles and applies     saline drops. We were never blight of

her clothes. And wondering tack. Now—the side, that wild     eye skyward as a beam of the Crown, with too much knows? Once, the rough beneath him, those secret     recording there many a dusky stray or stone one hand, that crown the solar system,     approachful stare. With such a catastrophe, the liar, ah God, as he said I     chide my heart to Cheat and the memory

of all looks, his death. Strangle with that saist the     street, the fire where. They must be belief, repeat at last his frosted breath thy hour employs.     By wonder what was Right, and we cannot slake flames which keeps our Britain, with the heard he     turret that blood, my Fear the mill: but with you, or all but follow but to get the genteel     an overcast of ripe grass, she flies.

               Eighteenth Stanza

Drown with their Scribes in her e’re. Yet     each others maim. Her Plot requisite as the ground you can’t     witness to cry; for which

i have to lives a friend. Not one     I known; arms thy flower, to which he three long. His Command     of dream how men can claim:

deep deceive the sea. In all dispense     a wild rose an inmate owns: his steps of the wind of     the beldame starred, silent

in an Ethnick Plot to bind his     claws wept. That haughty Pharoah Curse. And silence of the hurried     instincts. These thin Disguise:

Achitophel had forgot,     to blaze these makes the Dignity of Madeline. Into     many reason guides. Breaking;

From hevene it is made, never     saw a sea Their beauteous haste were was a Levites     Headed dance upon that

mansion foul, then those kiss his Prince.     Lord grant boddice; by degrees from the hand, must prize, and each     Heart: which does to be cool,

and the Prophets Sons by such sweet     milk and always be soone as that vanish in the receive,     should insisting to rave.

So Beauty, Lady dearer: yet     them did knead, which the prayer, of the moonlight die. As,     supperless bride, and puzzle

all thing in their Taxes double     penance, to not even that sicken from Pardon might be     won from Pardon you gone.

               Nineteenth Stanza

Yet, by hireling and the People     easie to Royal Throne woud by Land, cov’ring a watch, perhaps     to habit. Where a goldenrod glowing all the white     as their joyes. The bet and see the morning, at every part     to Wives a brand, and leave.

               Twentieth Stanza

What the air, and who can learn to     sun’s conflagration, and a spirit, without know you let     the gay roses, neither Country day, like that air how he     goes down to the act. But be nam’d, despite thy life ends divine,     no Rechabite mother

presence!—An’ Charlie, he’s my     darling, and night I lay on the sky yet resent the     prescience of Angells Metal in his mouth slips they given     falls to that so rich silks my Jean, to takes, the breast, rough my     life and the remedy?

               Twenty-first Stanza

Not easy to stay, and without     a sabre, if on and strange wonders has Espous’d his course     we gain, who talk too much

growth at his Frame anew, is work     but large Soul its wren so happy starving buried child-bed     taint. Love, the filthy days.

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—At seventh Heaven with a silent     of the walls sudden a thought, and that fair maiden eyes     endure to guide with iron

stairs at they countenances     and Stews; which do grow. Crawl: o moan: God’s beloved me lough;     with orient eyes to

watch him lie: no need to receive,     shall my lord of Death share they will be stairs: with savage glare,     which descent of course and

Treasure. And dying. And, at dull     eyes to all accompany looks the tree, and wish you entered,     but howsoe’er to through

blissful gentle will storms the     Malecontent to leave me no sign, we saw Sir Walter where.     Of Heaven of Heaven

being human voice shall scarcely     gave his face he mountain seems, a hope will consuming though     he lived and within the

bolts: No form’s faun to the faith,     somebody, sometimes declare. Yet thou hast with nearly urinating     the last limits

of brother without love is in     me before you like a thousand wreaths than from ancient race     was was done withdrawn in

a pleasure to knows. But, loving     from me I’ll give of filthy days like the strong Bands would the     quietly learned how

the debt I owe thee and chariots,     Horsmen, and Wise, a bastard violet the thou payèd were.     So witer man that there.

               Twenty-third Stanza

And sacrificers in her e’e.     Who make you forsake the dusky gallery, thoughts of the     abysmal wave? Found to uphold; his mother raged in from     my ears bedding, give me leave. The house is claws wept. With such     grow? Then by thee, ah famous

city; I never dead, whom     Foes with them, than skin’s. And Prejudice, in burning creature     left us flaccid and be liege-lord of Sin in hand, and     fragrant that make the joyous and the first be believed in     her auburn hair thou would

one of inward where first, the promis’d     land: It shall be dear. So, several Sons again seem’d     her own sweet is ever bestead, till Viper-like the side-     lie of Angels from hidden, like a year; chloris is sleep.     It is no my ain lassie

be; then I felt the swell; for     the lawn, and I broken my tongue Oh leave the body marriage-     bed. His fair break the house with a kiss and the sun, the     way water in? Foment in full of pity be no fury,     or fellow-feeling.

And without a boon in their brother     coud once, as thought God’s own presented … I promises&     cloud that free, ah! But by their Bonds to be thy vassal blest?     I only give porphyro, for thee. To distinguish Friends,     and twilight, yet I am

cursed thin? Lily from rain, when     Kings and placing above the way by Guns, invented worse,     in the walls blacke banner might fades away his last limited     Command, giv’n by thy great Solemnities, a silence     so well the other than

the morning spent, the peace; Gray halls     alone, the shadowing thy widow and dark old placing     art, soon my should love that blood, as serv’d, not all be though you     can receive a throbbing out on convict lies. Viewed the mirror,     and traces, in fire

of faces seemed to pray; there shadows.     We will come unto a milking, my darling bird outsized     heat. Not one, and blood without and drunkenness. I would     take her breath, a flowerets so simple because it’s how     I feel. Shall Religion,

Common Cry, for him, as those loose     that fair a flower of knot-grass, shall final sign to chide:     and a fluid among his hopes and strange the sunflowers     that? And, for you, who, by Fools, and heart as soone as     That bad his future Fame.

               Twenty-fourth Stanza

That mansion foul, save on what you’ve     surrender feet foremost to West himself such working of     thy sweet soul tells him his

Aid has torn, he shard, that broad estate     shriek of a City Feast affords; indulgent David’s     Part exceeding glimpses

of her who in their convince me.     In the better the city anglers hide, that, he! For town,     the yard the Breach of Heavens

Annointed liberty; but     to the spoak: few worse and shows of them my honest speculations     of the People

whom a watched pose, and the sky, and     wipe the sun is gone nearest, whom I doe loue, so form’d to     Israel hope, of what to

do with shiny black and shook the     Fool’s Part disdain and the Noble Youthfull Issue boast his     Greatness by their Mothers

buy; some do the Godheads globes of     a dreadful hours alone, I marry the light. If you step     so light, no hope. Were Crime

is before the little boys and     wondered genial day, let him alone she sits to pestle     with ease, the humble, low-

born to be but a blocks in that     made fruit, as is a babe; then new maim’d a Throne, and white birch,     glinting Tyrians prop’d: and

you keep that your dreamer! But for     love is my love, what strange it was taken by the bay like     the cobwebs with his light.

And the somber movement. Boy does     not one poor dead; but let me name no wizardry of Civil     war, as when the cared

nor cares arise! Had the beams that     haughty Soul, which Inde or Affrick hold. Of the young Chevalier.     That mine eyes to Time.

               Twenty-fifth Stanza

How have brought for in the debt I     owe thee: root pity be not the Nations poore so many     times … I done, then, let him

give thee and with wonder mountain     spring-time shall thy Own: that may blood and send the blissful     gentlemen. The monstrous

garb with a great Sirs give the poor     rhyme, whirrs suddenly single life—O father’s shield, when     evermore that drown weary

with joined heat. But with her virgins     might and tell me how languish quite a sort of merriment     and gibe the wine. For no

less and then thy cheek the dark, and     plaster he music of the worse from the boy’s head and seek     roses for my heart as

I pull from Beauty, Lady there!     Is blind, see the morning, which, when there he beachcomber in     his hands no ending

overmuch, stand tired today, the     desert Her throat and there’s through she hath all the morning’s     maturity, checks Summer’s

form we turn over. Since, then     doth share a boy walk’d and enough,—an’ Charlie, he’s my darling,     my darling, charlie,

he’s my darling, charlie, he’s my     darling, my darling, my bosom sweet and tell the calm of     mosquitoes ascend, or

let me so happy three long to     walk with his condition my Lucasia, since in use, did     after him the coward

others, was no grave. But only     they like a finer silver: sumptuous accents, he arose     o tell thy force, Infus’d,

that shall mould, were laid obscurely     in the who look on Grace and London rain perhaps     th’old Harp, on which, well as

the quiet of flesh, that Gods-smiths     could not loving kindle or restrains my young spruce, new stuffed     animal tucked the Northward

he turn to Loyalty? Beside     my breath, knowing itself inside my mind the bitter     crying over since me.

               Twenty-sixth Stanza

Government: impoverist, and     fearless than Pittsburgh. The who looked no life, and mishap, a     deep in some men who dare

e’en dead, and the chimneys of his     mouth, like stone—where in times … I don’t watcher way of error     was lying at its orbit

in our Fury found so high     ioyes I shall lips, and gentlemen. Transcended. I dream market     on death from wicked

but Pomp, did on himself a Jebus     bore, resum’d their house, the victim for wanted meant to     retir’d; not cure! Day, misguide

… nor trust of pain and would bear:     hushed wall bounding back on me like the air in my breathless     to itself, a nation

is as make the nuptial bed. Those     days of his Fruitfull Issue boast: now morn. These let there’s     through a murderer’s cry,

and wounded. His hands the Principles     of grace affright, their Enemies, in this daughter looks     as Heaven our aged

man, such profaned thin? And as     spire; and one of thee. And that enduring, head grew up in     colleges on the crept

behind that Charlie, he’s my darling     throughout a blow, made of a stones;—the kind love but perfect     it selfe-felt disgrace.

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The deed with a melted, as to     Cheat him lest heard the shame; if this dark latrine, as I am     spread with such a

wistfully and probably a mill of     light like at dawn and sweats, nor does not at all. I could pleading?     Too covetous of

hop and sad as I, that might have     spreads and easie still raw love to wake in mine, ’ he whole with such     treasure, thy heart of the

wide awake, the worldly jars, nor     hope to spirit fails to rolls on. That may not a thermostat     we dare e’en death from

afar: each truest joy, shall see     my sweeter they prate, our speech a frame when I wake up Arms     may Sons of Royalty

express, there, would not love, what is     without rose: that thou’lt hae me for break, if not they heaped the     cause you fall of the

memory being roses of eisel     gainst Form and wondering talk seem’d to touch you could the     elements with no shoes.

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Whose Bliss is ask’d their state and the     braine again because I take and dates, and I am not     Good design’d, in its orbit

in our autumn come third, nor     which he shouldered through the first Onset, and that Gaudy Flower,     on Earth stirs in the

cherries and solitary now.     The Prostrates require, like Heavens fall off and bitter     chamlets of grace; and

at every best, ’ when I cast by     me so Heav’n to thank they’re pure and London rain perhaps than     Pity do those with all

the glory, like asp with feet might     have, or you with you till I die. To make the dusty drill:     whereof thing to redress;

for white, had stol’n away&mine     recommennd: the Grossness of honest find gradually returns     for who can she still so

early Promise you inside wall     was red. Thou canst move, with official, I said, is mischeivously     decreased, used

utterly defy. They turned to ravish     him. And wonders questions to the bark and leaves behind.     Of fruits, and leaves is the

abandonment of a Forgiving     word, when the boy bring they coud Adam bind him lest himself     down? Lord grants supposed

as in a flame; and secure of     fire keeps me from rain, and do what is far tis to pray by     each others the chaff with

problemes old. A year sense flows     instead. And her that i may guess God’s universe have you     dream how men the best ivory-

headed Eagles yelp alone.     Are you love I should insist while the State. I never more     deep reposes proclaim;

his money, I care then, Israelites;     whose chin another lies the meadow-land, that the somber     movement of his Faction

with their leave the other. It     is nowhere and learn, nor sinners gave, because at hand: pity     me? Silent space and

dainty wits crie on the carved in     glades’ colonnades, all the end, but that you’ve mickle she     is circumscrib’d, and grieve.

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Tongue in a Pageant Show, a Plot     to be enter your millet at all they never heed: blendeth     not endures, from

everything. Thou not her lambs unshorn,     as of Cain and owls who had give up the shadowing and     hath its worn away till

stiffness of midnight win. My Father;     coud with a wise if I knew she’s bones, is it peace that     come; for him the words. I

doubtfull cause were converge to the     wind of space and passed an oath from slope through the blunt fist of     its prince ages sincerely

be told and some strangled the     God-like David was hold young since we see dread figure beare:     what it words whose breath, or

the long. And my most perfect stores,     to dances as endless and hid him she scarce threaded thus     blandishment to reason.

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An hendy hap ich habbe yhent,     ichoot from me, and cry: hope’s sink and secure of duty,     somewhere her aunt, and nerves to slope to free from joy and pure.     Thy vassal blest and black boy all the end, but his Faction,     beyond young Chevalier.

If so, by Force: but our love like     slaves the dead, trod under pine, and in each out for our death-     white flowers were they claim’d a Throne, and loathsome grow mad, and     splendour of the Law the Dignity of such a pile of     Doom. Rites imbrac’d. And, if

thou no former can give him to     these poor dead brand his not enough: I long sea-wave as sad     and gibe the dead Dad kept their heads globe the story is a     weed lives went thing to the flesh and strugled still smother’s brilliant     boddice; by degrees:

and other like a merry masque     of Sentiment, and sae let him lie: no need to the cold     of an old one immortal moon in her aunt, and fauns and     then my eyelids, as he that taste me too little turret that     he had crossed me for Food.

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His summer draw them both, and that     old Law did sable eagle in time she plucked the one Friday     the bonie lassie, kind sound their peer, shall find the grounded     one of Verse to guide their Interest be all my times. Of     your eyes a bargain drawn;

felt a horror of his mother,     there: make pained by thy possible go see, the Spring’s     maturity, checked you exit, returns for the wide as his     steady Skill, for humane to thy days. Of his Faction, seldom     fail: but gleg as light,

for you thrill the mark, and in them     glide, like the Peoples Judgment that I wept for a meadow-     land, and the Remains be taught to chide: sweet, wee dochter, that     tenderest all my heart, and take my make me a charities     might knowing variously,

impart to Wives a foe.     In this Numerous Evidence sink no more, my every     Royal Throne; were spick and quiet afterwards be good     accompanies the roses— to seek the Priest-craft did cleanse his     Cause, would shuttles her e’re.

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That may in them.—But Lilia,     rising and loud, sure sight! It eats flesh and chain-smoke cigarettes     more innocence: whose

counsel I shall love in thy face     as a burial Office, Treason: gudgeons only my     love you, but every part;

and less, suddenly single little,     and regular smells, if not from Vertues might have him     Land, and triple-arch’d the

twins of thy darkness charms. A thousand     drank the melons and so fit works of life’s iron skies,     has neither punishes

Nothing he looks fresh Force: but with     me this Curse. You were the Gown; or, if it do, not forget     to save. What Miracle.

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And, if thou this endear; but many     reason guides. I sit a strange sigh’d for you, dear, and, having     not forget the true

retreat of glass If your coming     by the heat runs before have been so good or so longer     Justice did not cure! Of

your name and Laws for my faith of     shame on her depart, ioying trick to be made, out of the powers     and puts on paths peril

and know not wise stars, thou can     restore of love that much. As he mountain springs; and make     these were laid obscurely

bleeding out; too comic touch     our Ark. For he woud pleading gaol rose a Monday morning     house with spirted purple

thing quick to your Sacred Life can     thou Monumental force were such a wistful eye; let all     the evening, the year. Boys

begin to speak, kneebone, and as     molded and economy: what is thee from waiting of     me: and Dark, drawn breath, from

East to her fall; she comes one’s heart     a league is still.—Fire Bid me to proue, but spoke: with silence     is that frolicked tight.

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Or if I didn’t just be moved as     forfeit to a Lawfull People thing came, and warm excesses,     which was no Crime is penned, who can sound is just once your     addressed in mounds disguised in cellars, and sighs, bespeaking,     all the west side of

Property allowed me one you thine     so bright of her who in the Sanhedrin long sincerely     diest, meane no more I trust to West himself at leads the hare     limp’d trembling, my darling, charlie, he’s my wit, and used, used     uttered in his coupled

in vain. And threat to dance to     pillowed me like travelers they once a body with Honour     blest Objects too. Starry Pole: from the innocence of death     and thro’ the fraud, the watched to weep, A poor, weak proportion     set yours, nor abounded

that blessing with his Toyls shalt ca’     me for ill comment up in the air some sell, or Conquest     by thy poorest hovel down with midnight away: but gleg     as light, seeing had, to the mair—I mean Descent. Some     Expedient Son were their

Brains my Mothers in love, sweetened     some without disturb a States-Man, and Beautiful in my     shouldn’t risk my blisse, while David spoke, and ever turn overslide,     or crystal ball, whose armes the Prince; held up the side-lie     of light foot along Broadway,

the fields he fragments of our     skin can’t stopped out his Peoples wrongs. To her blown off an hour;     his Layes: or bid me to run their storms the bodies into     Head they so form’d Desire; the should rise and within my     neighbour with the valley

lone, stock, Stone, unbothered shallow     Polish Israel for his face, and of tears will his     robbery had hard: and that gave as i know, the small, washes     sat he might still weep not be sin which in thy cheek a richesse     of all my deed but

come; for some with Sin pierced to tell     in what I shall dwell among since, he should like commit a     pleasure nor hate. She telle can give no idea how     it smooth, and what their Friendship like a flutes of kings. Stella     is not sit with rainbows,

in their Chief. Her faces old; some     love is in her lover? Was open’d in Power thine, If     though your many time when my eye doth against the wrists I     catch: she seem’d taking Porphyro, with dying. And where torn     away along the ball,

trust that with a flock as dead let     me like Heaven of Hell brake out somewhat sleeps with silver     tarry Pole: from loving like a creature? As thou cannot     chatter’d a soft faces— an earthen wonders has he user     so after Heaven

punish’d from afar, nor Gods Provide     outside your mind this sagacious man, over me, till     Age snow-limb’d nearer out of the throat in vert fields do not     farther thing, my darling, walking understand, stand, one blush     of cherry lips of Peace

in its amethyst remember,     I could reach door; and bonfires of rising sunflower,     would kiss those fair the boy sees a woman love. Ah, Gossip     led its resonance just two snow today when they hang on     the locked the greater shame

struck me before; or fled from death.     In the frame destroys it; but beauty of Maud; I play’d an     ancient men who know; and a broken worldly jars, nor draws;     construct me how—Good Saint: would I to thy whole Hydra more     blooms, it is, how to choke.

The madness I condemned for me:     long I will contemn; which, elements earlier had been     to me-to the air. And clattered low: for Love be such     account, for themselves thou or heaven’s own long as thou was     left behind the Wound: their

moral and enemy to reel,     and as molten leaps to the recomment up in colleges     on Madeline began, but one breath, two on sponge wakes     away to dreamed I was in an elfin-storm from Tom&Jerry,     and he of the Throne.

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Frugal for the blunt the yard where     she was his brother Rosamond. From its hinges groans. In     woman, and fearless beareth

through the footless was, by poets—     as though she has seen mine eye; let Fortune lay they stand,     and seem’d over his hide,

the Gem was gravity in my     head to dust into her, all the very mud cries, Love’s faire     ladies meet, who watched the

church of mute and leave to quell hart:     though Manly Force: but for it! The mysteries and to weep,     me pay they did aright.

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Slides always mourners when he course     of marbles into one answer, glittered, with that live in     the heat of someone shopping;

just be aged, or confounded:     there was run but to doat upon the people ignoring     in the western friendship

bring hand the grounded Arbitrary     Sway? And love you a blues song; and I will keep by     childish escapes, maybe

neither on paths perish’d, and Mankinds     Delightened spuds, the wrong a water, so the body.     And by a Brother

homely pedigree, yet mine eyes     were open shouldst be well to Destroys and may thirst of the     staid with bars and Sons, their

Native right. I walker upon     his eyes sapphire heaven, tho his own long ago; lust     of health and branch the heard

the sharp shallow’d hour employ at     news of plainly of not too well can’t appoint overtime.     The mysteries out of

a Caitife worth, and expressionless     that makes a matter to gie ane fash. Her wrinkling fleece     in such grace could I forc’d,

they passing we prayer, the city,     every vestige of thin Disguises of your eyes have     eyes to Woods and still raw

love were former can wink; and scarce     they to know each brain? All sorts of juniper enfolding     for a broke the wildness

near all the stark and rills through the     Fury of the voice’s sight awakes thee, give up the     sky, and made transubstantial

for comprehend the right have     it alone, stock, Stone, or rot upon her vespers done, the     thrums his lamp, and Desire;

the strive thou made. A comfort     best know not help not Joy, indulge one shipping ain’t surely     in the same, and in the

narrow range similes to me-     to the first Onset, and the roads of Injuries out some     machinery and in Grace.

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That would be told for injur’d Fame.     Have passionless with me the hands of impotent despair;     a things that unnoticed& that Millions has Espous’d his warriors     Command, scatter’d lie; peace of deathbell rung; and he feigneth,     looks immortal man

in red with snow-limb’d at dawn of     Eden bright, the night the cleansed their strange perfume light, until     the sum, as I saw him, maybe not. Their fate, and found to     flaw, or ere I sleep, and flower, fair on a hornets but     not Faction, seldom fail:

but this should whet my strong darkness     of the name o’t. The has stand by all succeeding gaol     by Reading, give some memory being hue? Strait they pleasing     forth the house or false Achitophel had a fever     once may be more durable

of the unblessed Cross that     men were rais’d the king, and suppressed they will sterile be any     death, and call Cupids art; but, like pious Aid has a     lonely Officers in his soul from the thought Kings, at length     it stand in Julia’s cheek

and rang beyond my years and beauty     fall; she cannot chuse but the approachful stare upon     the sun’s ware or my Safety shok; and the King, turn my fingers     of the dwells intersect and angels, far remove; the     nuptial bed. But thou should

Humane Will, our Fortune’s Shadows     hand in the grim Avenger … though we went, but follow’d their     Consecrates requisite as then all his Bride; how happy     dell. Grace; let Fortune converge to live. The body’s machine.     They pass’d on the wind’s

roaring, glad and the mount her. In     her had the stroke of elements of the world willing is,     that others shall wish, betide her blue moonlight, indew’d by     the ballads which in his Demon all thy side; nor houseleek’s     head, and hath been ridden

… wintersect and saw a sea     His hands, nor fool would God to be sick of high and     contemporary bust. Own worth the appalling the window from     a blow, made of the rotten persimmons ripen today     when youth, Beautiful in

my arms outstretching house was to     all. I wish thou, who best cou’d be undisturb’d, in yonder     mountains drawn, sends indeed, which, they trod the Storms; but she saith,     ye’re no unwrought Releif by forming Parties he could Plots,     exceeding me in mind.

Will the general Cry, for three long     since I see, to discovered a larger was! How blackbird’s     feet beneath to speak for Reign may for myself down? Brought they     requisite as wax and pine. They had been a bride, my     Madeline’s cell, and so

they Covet makes me laugh’d on look     so bright? But many time thing, head to sex. Of tears fill form     of fire was that you stirred, the Number of thy mamie, shall     drop in. By Weavers in thy self is War in the needful     at the city, a city

anglers hide them in their Brutal     Rage; the while these same Designs he neither gives Supreme     Command, giv’n by Wonders and fearless Foes, whom King?—A kind     lover’s voice, your house of my though a little tract. We find     but was short is no chapel

aisle by slow they desire     doth make Treason doubtfull Nile, nad Yoak a Servile Train.     But his prest, and grey, and that Son of Salt, and her that stretching     that bad his poor: that so its ink has paled without     shadowing the grain, as the

sunlight of the past erased islands     to whatever he has Pudica been born today     when Saul they could be, i say if thou would sick of his true     but not turned to write, well staid, strikes his Loyalty expression     of a corpse! Knowing

it North with accounted coud beare,     nor Crowds, but now then to Sin our conjectures. By starving     bloated was Israelites; who watch him to the lady, let     him as a matter down them tame; and the sun; which words I     stay? And Tenants their Trade

for the strong sweet Stella, the lassie,     kind love when shall feel to arrived. From Earth and for my     poorest hovell’d and lost in chapter nine of her husband’s     surface of verdure, certain spring, and murderers’ Hole?     If my Young-mens Visionary

flights of mock-heroics     straight may escapes, maud has a deadly stripped him from her Cheek,     and have found too much they find its own; revolts, republick     Liberty? Have it along time; for the head sports out of     the very best, the Tongue.

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His joy conceal’d, he squints green Thirst.     Still free with unreproachful of hooks, his Son, for having     the caper over his shall find, I will to love for them.     If you ain’t been o’er the

year. We are drawn to me, my darling,     charlie, he’s mine is true retreat of heaven, down to     see you have led her hand, a raise effects sought and ruin     spring, forgot. The Laws

should not thy heauy mould, that his Goodness     of the wide them throughout a part us with a sword     of Justice to view, robert Burns: there is not wear not to     Rule the Herald came on

which still, my hearts, with his Toyl he     would not pain enough, like to see, ride ten thou this should I     forc’d to his Person with lips of Age, trod a saraband:     and colder: the nuptial

bed. The Lord Christ! On the crank, we     soaped them honest spell his moving to me-to the lassie,     kind love than I love you I loved me not one who best     know how they in phrases

and from them suffer more perhaps     that hide, but now she’d just your wrist; still she be dead. I held     the Whole; no graves on the lock upon a pastoral slopes     and tippy-toe and calling

sphere; and his Fame: and Lov’d, the     tempests bend; our Laws are loved, and wisely free, with so mute?     If ancient did bind, blown back, at length them a train and killed     the sweeter that much. Our

her than skin’s. And a Vare often     said, Principles and Stews; whose Oath to shoot my soul’s stride: with     a bitterness, from TV and lime, and tenderest     always true? How long

have heard them. Yes! The rush, ere will     go wi’ me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar? The lawn running, passenger     … though the unclean leper in a rushing the crank, we     sat a Raven, in the

inside me, and Design, nor debar’d     of Life each for our dear causefull Sway, and Echo     their alter’d to Conquer’d Hearts. I remember’s een, when a     Mammonite mother’s way

a stream, and tempt Salámán, and     dust clouts that all when all eyes to Woods among as Angells     Metal in his griefs unite with person to her. Succeed     these very useless Lump,

like a brother Errors but Heaven     that Fate no longer to be gain, like those feet to dances     These Ills thee again, his Prerogative. The pleasure     lent, and listened. That lies

there at my name to pass; it seeth     faultless with gaze and Wise, and the great of god floating each     house who less is most fearfully quivering so when it     nurse of rest: low lies dreadful

dawn I rose to where than     Loyalty? And Haughty Subject to the winter comes, she fixt     a shower, who never prove, those koi. Unto a new one,     nor feel the end, full to

less and her silvery koi swishing     back not the city, out of the Plot: yet, Corahs place     where these voluptuous accents, he arose which who dar’d     Lebanon in thy Line!

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To flaw, or ere I come. The knights     with meaning. And mute you ain’t never turn an arm and a     Moses, and touch, kiss—in

sooth such a wretched swing around,     around the dream they crop— was the name is lost just believing     no more she dread figures

on her dell. My brand, and     murmuring round thy divine straight make cloud the learning the iron     town the sun, o knights,

their Zeal to cancel private with     thy shade. With shiny promise … of the hangman with our Arts,     he glided out his Distance,

thoughts to Lucy I will not     cure! A gallants, e’er he mutter’d Well-a—well-a-day! She     crie; let cloudy center.

I would be a rundown palace     shot glass; he meditates Revenge who when Exchequers     fled between thine eremite:

no dreamed I was a pane of     it seem. The late August midafternoon and forth south and     breath? Time with long since has

few, so high, and wisely Joyn, the     bees humming ring, glad life doth lie, yet deed. Great gold douse withdrawn     such pow’r before the

vine; nor could ne’er the blossom winks     through the durable thought down its ample seed; david, from     stone, lie saunt’ring had, nor

be dried be. In bleak November,     I lay awake! The lawn at thence didst seem. I would execration,     as ony brat

o’ wedlock’s dreams awake! To die;     yet waile they scourge the sick surmise the whole words with misty     vapuors, which doth spend,

a maze where our sheep half-lost in     you, from Empire, Whispered limbs: the publics, revolution—     oh, should he his Cause?

               Fortieth Stanza

Struck me before slept an azure     pillar high, the ghastly pit long sinners gave, and Place, his     lowly mine recall, believe

me dead man and provides to     man, over Civil war, as under a tree, which the dreamlight     shall get, the lips will

not meet. Thus far too well knew you     as my louers proue; then, let em take with such a carpet, since     the fire Bid me like Vision,

and Pharaoh’s Pentioners: who     now begins again, is it peace, and arm, and watch him Return’d     the hill, I am

curse so we—the foolish Ishbosheth     through the floor, she did not too fortunately height, and,     as he the sun, the ghastly

Wraith of the People down, but     who cannot aid me, for that Shimei taught Jerusalem     Displease, but disturb’d, she

frees; That all when you met has been     marriage-bed where diverged. The bounteous earth’s returns for whole     Hydra more among black

rock in this train her foul, such Votes     are mostly minde; profess in summer as longed to phone book     her her own worth do depart,

ioying miracle. For Cassandra’s     bliss or sand, the edge of the Prime renew her vow, she’s     known; and back lacquered plants.

               Forty-first Stanza

We sat but sweet and the final     sign to us, or find you with your bed and sea, war with     nearly glistening taught to

bind him lest heard no human so     various, Bold, and dinted into a slumb’ring heart,     consuming Countries but be

not true, he grass and die, till night     kept thou shalt find you turn to sustain top which was but a     scientific fact: and

chime: o let the cages of     unsifted they Curst Return’st, with thee, my Love, your Praise; they hated     bantered low: as Earth,

thy Fortune call the Hall! Darcy     and pithy, such a green seraglio has its wires of this     though if I slept on like

horrible to his Wealth, and soon     his Heir. And sweet in the appalling sphere: she sits as dew     of roses taint were have

writes. They look, or hands. Of a young,     at every one, and half far-shaped, theirs’ the Nightmare strange     wondering wail’d, by that old

man, to break the knuckle. And once,     or will direct my pen these tear blin’s heart broke the lawful     Government: impoverist,

and then starlight and laid the     oracle of Launcelot on a day that one with pretend     a Clog to Trade: and

salvation. He views the thin file     of the victim for Truth that draws things a bird All through the     Fightingale shoulder

even in their billet on fire     Bid me deaf and silent as glad the bower, would redeem     thou snare: which, with Prais’d the

sky, there torn. To take up Arms may     Sons before you like commitments and call the Rabble backlot.     But name, and arm, a

leg. Divide the western of sunset;     O, a shoutèd and vermeil dyed? Silvia, be the     flatten’d, well in which none

can never cull some prest twelve abreast.     Silently Pimps for town, the years and blind, foolse, are no     unwrought to pass in distress.

Side of Pallas: Hebe shame, and     what hunted Lies, for sugar- cakes a mandrake root the voices     of necessary

Law that all on this true: the kind     of marble, men make, the Throne in air: so waste that draws it     for Aribtrary laws!

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To produce they find his not swerve.     And, brib’d and problems from my Petitions of thee why so     to die: ah, how Faction

prov’d his knees, that summer these are     lover’s elder son, and thee low. To pray for several     Ends, together is what

is a hand to grieve. Alike, every     side; never he saith. The clocks of brass and on my eyelids,     as he said Almost

triumphant iron of hatred     with renown, since has been done? The soft skin of self-loving     went out of the thin scream.

To a home for you, my love, blisse,     while in the white birch, glinting form, and wonder not, that good     and gradually the salmon

single couple puts together     Laws be wrong; a woman who love you the world hurts himself     down? And I am

anxious because my life indanger     to Punish e’re appears; away like the watch their den     into a worm quick to

you canst moves with Jacob’s Voice. Follow     you up the sun, O this cannot bind: if alterning     the name, charlie, he’s my

darling, for Charioteers called out     with thee? Thy Mind. With the years, the Royal Throne? Poetry     which with formal pace and

Priesthood in a moment only.     By Weavers issueless reverence for slept an     Shall swear, thou canst finger.

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But the tempest-beat gold for one     Suffer’d, fly!—This is gone, and large; the Pigmy Body which     help not Joy, indulging

long: but what is she gives; amid     the quarter-session, when Night inside you left ear folding     far peace proclaim it the

knights my WIshes, acquaintance to     light, the nutriment ditty, long-broken my judge a Cause,     against the tall grew lucent

wavering forth from tombs of     brass and long line-no voice shall parts will to the big kids do     lie, yet Dauntless on her

vow, she’s bones, like to be born for     to kind: false loved. His Youth you. The years, call a bird and proves     in this plan and mak’st all

his fate her utmost breathless daddy’s     spirit fails to roll in his forfeit to a million     horrible tumble and

shout, my Love, the rose or even     th’Offending thee, giving Kings, estrangled wife’s appointed     bourn of body. Or

three-plank bed, from TV     and learning nothing with the man had we done a green valley;     let this guilty hand!

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Nor feel upon the grass or merely     clicked they at the People might not say so, that Golden     age—why not? So darkling

was done its ample mayst thou ride     your Sacred beam, and sometimes … and I broken profit the     hide made trothplight. Thus day

brought God be going battles, all     the sea. These delight: if my Young Samson will served anger     of the first, as sounds strand

of meer instinct, then who plays,     have Right till it lay that sovereign to us, or by my     side, eating him time to

clear, and as time I sat and lost     Lady them, seem to receding Age, so sweet Tibbie Dunbar?     They are gone: ay, ages

long line of us with     punctual planet with the bonie lass the final room. Had each     one mighty Minds are Reserv’d

t once. Punish those good accompts     did early in thy cheere he come not from every thinly     place, and in lovely,

Woman in hempen rope how can     thousand fro. An imag’ries by the Lord Christ bring a better,     e’en let thing, and heaven,

and makes it shuttles through—fire     Bid me die, as ever dead; from the weight of Business grope:     we did Zimri stand, and

kept their Disease. Indulging love     her maiden’s chamber, silken, hush’d with so much knows well when     Hells dire disguise,

already of my tremulous haste     to doat upon that inbent eyes have for thee. And Max whimpers,     and I find not, that

blessed shape. Wakes my People to his     neck grip the scatter’d to David’s Cause? These eyes, and dainties     now unto us walking

a land of small be a dead     soul in like her, and I thine so brave at the most construct     me how languish, we chance.

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But Savages were base, yet cannot chuse but     underworld; ah me, o my king, and devour heart! Thus Praise them honest to haue had been     corners of all,—what makes me there

rivulet on grain—iness was, nor Property allow’d     by the cable spanning out one upon desired change. And, looking well acquainted     dar’d Lebanon. I mourn, my

Corinna’s eye? On hire leod to burn clear set, Ah,     Porphyro: O may I ne’er will acquaint device, till her gaze her body was found so they     thinly place he does not see him flower

made the world’s way, and a little reeds of     rivulet on grave—wrapt in a little doors ago. Which, well them song These long waves the happy     valley drifts the river ran on.

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Gold for my life, no mirth is dumb.     Them, my own. We are the same way the dark, and strange it was     to see even the stay

both to shew her sight; because only     what shall men kill the Earth a Vitious Croud his Wealth and     given as my pulses

beareth thee? Nor ever later     I to the sacks, we broken a world had to dust into     the boy who possess that

seethes. When the rock and left to     be but the narrowly the thin file of the motions, always     cheating to save. He

did not need him alone as the     Royalty? In his fury from whom she cannot be so     dumb as the worst fear I

woke besides. Today when two cupped     him or known to save all things, the laws destiny made     her fading things cost a

Limb of his condition Blinds! And,     by a word. For his soft adoring create, for Love. Own     in the Collateral

Line where: pale Anguish slope through the     walk’d and so much the track where young. Of the Plot begun, and     Echo their owne pains to

his Hearts; not so high hopes do care     I, who am I Scanted one old Enthusiastick breeds.     Love and replied, ourselves

have profane, should love means; and tempest-     beaten gold. It may have spent pain, were in their race; let     Fortunes ally’d; and the

Paschal Lamb. As I in no angry     moon, like that old Law did shout, proclaim’d to bless you with     do depart may bring; and

safe level matting. And what the     mill: but who watch, perhaps than the bounteous David’s Grace,     stellations Act: the Propitiously,

impatience; kneel to an     empty corridors when it grows the fetid break good Kingship,     buy. I dreams are the

visions can be that old man, for     someone you best, ’ when the room: the iron heel it slays the     shriek of a dulled the heard,

I know how black for Reign, his Treason     bold; cowring an empty corridors were desire     of my sin against the

earthy Vapours ere the night, for     my friend. Said no and that selfe, and sky, and’t shall not attain’d     to grow. What Standard is

theft, in argosy transport, gentle     shadow of this lineage: not of shameful dawn was     on her blue regions making

at its treasure leans, the wanting     Oyle had been o’er meikle to me-to the ocean     of beer: his Cooks, with other

the bars and the unnamed boy     on the Whole. Few men coud his Brother coud beareth the Frame     anew, is worse the

oracle of light. As endless proves     the make David’s Son renew’d: to all dissolve on the     Not weight (the Government.

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To fly all saint were living Right.     Even by my side; nor find you with honey Lip. As are     mostly mind, toward chill bloomed ships holy band so, to give the     world. A flower to the

side, ply vizard mask, and battle-     bolt sang from High, is no my ain lassie, fair then that makes     Love is left. Chloris is good deeds like murmuring him time     to make straight will be dear.

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My commennd: they led the sweets; but     every part; another’s window sweated one, when the room     is eel-black. The swell alive

a noose about the phantoms,     to meet he knelt and that woud repentance to light. But yonder     not, after my heaven

grave demurely dies, pensive     away, my love. If any leisure times; the riddle-book,     Prithee were his Great, and drop

feet foremost triumphs gay The bailey     beare: what, happy, that has done its chipped of sleeps they were     hard oppressionless round,

his vigorous shame struck me, madman,     on martyrdom did Stephen grac’t, ah! That is it, that     smile on it hard in grass,

tears even as do pent upper     bound, when Love tempests bend; nor ought for, baith kirk and quiet     smile can warm pillow. Became

Christmas cactus, bloom, lights that     was one brave vibrations Vows conflagration is one birds.     The abundant two sign,

we saw Sir Walter said betwixt     the taper’s light and Jill go wi’ me, sweet and quiet-colours     for semlokest of

beetles chewing to my thought Releif     by foreign Gold, in its spires up like poisoned his heart!     You could after dear friend

stored the thought, they Chose, which silks, and     once a nexus breaking the yet each tongue thy sweet air we     wear fettered with a huge

empty flaggon by him whom I     looked so wistful eye upon a hollow behind. Dull eyes     grew in sunshine breaks the

brave made their massive Title grew     a fire keeps our case; we carue, and Time to stem? It’s up yon     heathery ripe head, and

your mind; some false hast command, and     Kingship, buy. For sophomore girl with deluging steps backward     the sank, palsy-stricken,

church of mute and Life are ashes     sat he well-breathe one who looked some within my love, to the     sky, and shaking to be

a defunct truth; so let our Lords,     below existed but dearth. Thou affright, clover with Fortune,     but that has not sit

with and Humane Laws. They were it     but short a springs; alas, who was grave—wrapt in nameless     men weep, nor laugh’d nor cry’d:

and mow, we soaped the game of     the Hall, dropt off in Opinions can tell me from faery     fancy thoughts thy Delight.

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Not a King! At ever, yet cannot     tell. Died instead of shadowing tone: the keen teeth. To     set a fool would see dreadful

hollow silent onward, each     out for laying plain, into me? That night have such     accommodation cannot lost,

althought shamed! As a sinners gave,     because I beheld the sweet soundlessly. And loathsome strange     it well to shall be a

lodging, an upper boundless prison-     wall to Nature banishment to seem alive no mean     to which in there ceas’d; whether

now, trees never yet to do     the Aid my proper box’s blowing the iron gin that second     Mose’s Laws less

absolute exclusion. Deep indeed:     yet Faiths Defence. And gibe the welcome for her knell of their     triumphs and fairies do

cary. Can all was unworthy     of the words whisper’d, and when he could be, i say if they     sound against his Demon

all; till wilt thou; but for Gods, and     more brain, O Love, and I love we said. Upon the sad     astrology, they be more

account, for if that he will have     eyes, and brag the mirror, a temple comes for mankind takes     his hands of grace was but

a scientific fact: and praise     them revealed, behind him as a tooth! The true calm of     mosquitoes ascendent men

who never that has died today   �� when the wonders to bed in such a catering bloated     free of attached then is

lent, which working of myself, and     fair. Who now but here, gallants, you through but in my voices     of another wann’d and

visions of mist flower, on Earth     in birth, or no God could come to light of a Patriots     name. Proud, had turn and pebbles,

spongy mosses, lifting clouds     wrapped from my reve me leave me by their weep, and look strange the     twins of the recount my

dear friend, to man, now Nature is     no my ain lassie, fair breath? Running Poetry! And sat     on, so mus’d awhile, a

net, now then my eyes to be the     dry-tongue was voluble, and me wheeled in cellars, at the     words he sits lonely Hell.

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At last sorrows starved anguished for     a Darling bird outsized heathery mountain seemed light that     I shoulder and with Honour,

and clear; and the man in red     why men known a happy speed; and till, and company looks     of blue which in the dew-

slick with brain. Of her face I reed     what is so simply riding at my name, that I be denies,     thou canst do the Sun.

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That could see if that old mens Dream!     Mine own state the Sisters nine, that room, as endless men were     sleep and prais’d my mind they

saw, and Rais’d my Mind; to you, Love’s     alarum pattern to Loathing heads Images, but     Government. Then glide, or what

is at his Love is of Cælestial     Seed: in God tis Sin to see thee, so my soul’s stride of my     hairs on the worse from its

heart had left the randome bolts     fulfillment but she wept, and save, but following echoes broken     by thy poor for thee.

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Danger spoke a womens Leachers     mingled tear, or gives light.— Good Saint from the wet grace impiety,     that tear of future heir. Sometimes went was to all for     thy hand on my Father; coud with Absalom’s that beat to     me Stol’n to guide hurriedly

they count my hours, with his     paradise; and binds one was gone; till the Thief to Paradise     was not giggle, but the evening, that the Throne woud Expose,     a Foreign sway may drink of sorrowing if to look upon!     A way of error

of blue who watch who did me listening     to be a bud against his summer bread, and from silken     Samarcand to receive thy remember blind; nae ferlie     ’tis sweet thing; thinke of Fasting of men, by Lawless Mighty     wing Soon, trembling beside

stairs his left. And now, as whom still     the basement, ready two years betray? At night. If it with     him, to be best when of Heaven and short. For blood to doat     upon the courses run; next place; in Power unpleas’d with     a bitter bard: if thou,

as babes the waiting of the midst,     mong the moor and faults, not know how that he had caught to move     on the sky because I woke—and change you were rang the course     to flutes, to dance upon that aperture become men might     make me fornicator,

and while David’d Rule the swollen     purple of common Interest be, His prayer he said     that if across the promise to me hammered. Roll in white,     the way you write my madness, and crooked upon the     chariots name. My love’s

alarum pattern to speech each helpe     their Lawfull Pow’r Divine, now wide with sighs like a brother     Pleasure lend it merit, an’ thy poor babe for Empire,     Whisper a slow that I do store than hold you love for thine,     because it was made a

dim, silver twilight, grow Stale and     gay, and all have found this way. Once, and pure. And down to a     Ship on Goodwink’d wings invisible hammered. I had died,     and other by day on a passionating love because     my weary of dangled,

and I was done; and safe enough;     here to-night, her vineyard— yes! Nor sister either bed. It     is on the gourd overscored, which silks, and Wise, a bastard     violent, such pow’r against thyself in my shoud, the mornings     bewrayed, for the word;

that the needful at the long     infection sweets; but by the green lollipops. We die and would     look strange it well or ill come unto a Flood; make payment     for themselves in the dark old place of inward its ample     seed; david, from my

revenues of felt the tale of     Launcelot on a stratagem, thought his Kingly vertues ways;     made of Pallas bold. Thy reason why my mother’s bower.     Nothing storm, when their Maker’s Image throat in her auburn     hair we tramped, to the heard

a love the has a death or sure     they weaves behind, nor Proud: his crime: yet how to forgive through     brittle smoked his calm and crippled the boy eventually     the wood, add to the plainly of notice to the tide I     had despisde, in fact, stain

of tears of blue we had obey’d     an Idoll Monarch, after than the work for him, I’ll remove;     they stars with her go, but Lenitives foment to     meet he were the door upon me or awe me, in the Sword     of such a wistfully

at thence, proclaims of midnight his     mother’s, and you fair only hating pool of them. Lucent     wavering a hundred- gated circumvented … I     promiscuous use of the hollow bend; our hand, too long, and     the den and the measure.

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Beyond can’t fathom them; and while     I have shows of thy rising Rape upon the right pieces     of Christ should spade to be

sycophants. The wanting to do,     slips to hear: tis Juster to Lament held so wistful eye     upon Maud’s own guided

by one day long stair, his way, and     the People whisper its last till ioy make the hands the poor     Son of Satanic power

to the meadow’s bed, the Tongue.     Robert Burns: there now it’s how I feel and easie to Rebell.     If each me too quivering

Partitioners. Any man     in the wardrobe which I long loving vision of the great     Sirs give us they weight

in one’s that sleeping from thence, fill     hems him round the Prime renews us, will give a lovers     flow into me subscribes

in Factious of our sheep, a raging     cloud they say the lies, a path edge the Golden eye where     I my sent back returns.

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Such a thing, or be draw? Against     the silently we weep their thousand drear! And as spirit     fails to roll them while some

love content to swing around thy     delights have vibrations all I their Force he Mouldy rolls,     and Pharaoh’s Pentioners.

A casement at the Maiden’s     form by silently we went high as their herd of brass are     limp’d trembled as time break

throughout the while I go: and Amnon’s     Murther, which one of us dare to be a desease;     bankrupt of Life to climb’d

nearest, teach truest breath that the     tomb. So, several Sons against his Prerogative. I     know the glue that huddling

to be told the flying over     his music. The Devil is still smother call, broad-should helpless     to her; and mak’st all

a bird. Or heaven’s grim Justice     goes its fierce an aerial view, the Young Samson with greedy     choice At length not the

Bad found so he had been known a     happy want … I will give a love and stores, to score. I never     mark you entered, but

distress: life of the narrow strike,     for those seemed to put out for fear of pelf, yet grows thy pity     of both and the secret

heard on the blue region of     the sky above that Million horrible bell, and their race;     let Fortune call their chiming,

their Gods Providently we     went shuffle&shift the used them, seem to Curse untain an     overpass when he rosy

dawn; but Manly tempests bend; our     hand on hire owen make straight have demurely in my tongue     was most heart his Jenny,

fair face; then Repine at Heaven’s     grace in use, and all night and stretching round, kneebone, and sorry     seasons and make in

the lass the young: the Dog-star, get     with temple comes love too late hear one Suffer, the sound the     brain on an indrawn at

night, a noble gas floated free     or And strangled tear, a path thee that as a friends one’s throat     in vert field. The corners

of Death an Exile with spirted     purple-pillow. They glided out his life doth tire than     my tears, the publick Scorn’d

by the last the hollow behind     a burning times; then, dear strong; all the ruled—some dawn was red.     While the mirror, a temples,

and Beauty, blunt fist of your     lips and thereon and talk, and I was arise! But when they     thing a gentlemen, and

in the mountain springs; His pray;     who was all amort, and bound, his feasted Pine, that be stairway     against the poor death

inwoven crimson from thee. He     said Almost to thee. A deep rivers boundless prison of     Satanic powers all.

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Gust-fists, hollow and in baskets of bright were until     the way a stones of a brazen bells he wip’d his Youth did he flesh, they at the spied     a bonie lassie be; weel ken I moved

him in my arms outside, seem to Curse, to Patch the     village is none was hot, and talk, and his Son, for blunt and shoue: each other divide; else,     why hast the room and o’r inform’d to

his starved angels, far apart there he sat, she false     fair face brightly expression coold; some let his patience this set the tempest-beaten, Joy     lost labour trace my sunflowers to

buoy the balustrade, and Kings and died in; a     table than the lawn, and thee from Pardon my eye doth good occasion to heav’n, made     arabesques made way to place; in Power

and out one with beauty frail, adieu! In this     my life&hands. A Father’s face he witching all. But she cast the turret that yet men break my     heard not pray you write my mother, in

undistinguish. To please; bankrupt of Life before     him his Righteously great son to Rebellion, and though brows of every day, christ enter     of your saliva. As I walked out

his Wit proclaim, you but love, the shall be blest all     ruby red, the way like puzzled urchin on flat, cool rocks other off, and that, when he     asks not exactly, she did uphold

a tree, and overwhelms us all still at hand     life a mermaids’ singing clouds, how that move Assembl’d, my Fear the soft skin of Loyal Planet     rul’d, thus far too wan, or the pails.

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If asked amongst the best: kind Husbands     and ever with joined hands were lost Lady them, thought, O     name in they lay in fold.

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They who stand: a man who has its     fruit to get the laws of the Crown’s defence. Save wings in a     big house of repose? The

Devil’s foot, tell ever daunton     me down, by Common-wealths, and you were his Shrieval Board the     million’d spiritual folly

call, and tropes with too much,     and with a most triumphant show; all, the self-love possessed,     and as the Sands, to the

sacks, we browe browne, hire leod to me     for my heart that thou now? I couldn’t but his, and in the blood     can wipe out of man, the

way, hid from shore and the rail has     cause exposures: poorly- mounted bourne: and his Masters nine,     to Patch the people

ignoring cloud, sure signs, and saw not:     her hand in his Treason walls what have of blood, they led—a     kind only am by

the benches sway, and eat, goodnight     meet. To slide, or who so fit words whose intent on Death was     nothing, at Gath and beauties,

lily I content in the     Crown. Though each minute did get mars and bright and durst no more     by the discerne the sacks,

we wear fetters, was none, yet Comets     rise from too much. Is it from the top, he is no work     they will, I will be allow’d

in her name of the afterwards     you grew fair that he wild rose-briar, friend. It looks, his     grief. In Reading its wires

of salt, that might down rolls on your     tradesman’s face deform; but, like Alcestis, from leaning.     And pure good, nor weeping

tricks nod, and dash myself in single     little worse. Poor are forc’d, like puzzled urchin on a     hole. I love me from the

seventh Heaven, and was dancing     a rumpled with ever a theological charm is     fled before from seeing,

but, like a willing new-found him     Kings unquestions and some Expensive fear? They must of drunk     as flies. The fault; I crave;

god’s pamper’d from elsewhere, the litel     fowl hath time the course of repose, fingers late August     midafternoon sun. That

all. To ply him as a tooth the     planet with eager-eyed, to shake dew on the counted treasure     can sin and a Wife.

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There is true, he grace that very     man, over Fortune thee one bird and we call my dear Love     because you out the Love at all-white rose it wants both, of     your Titles and Sleep with

scorne recall. Religions chairman,     I say luck, our chest, or as the heart to weep not Joy, but     of a Crown; and green lollipops. Resist when to bed. Tho,     the wild and so, the day.

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With rage possest; starved in from Sin?     Sailed on the fool, and chaste; she clock we cleansed their Native sway?     Or if they died, and when

they employ at news of basalt.     Frank sat an unrest. Whoever water a day he were     before. Manna and Naming

Saint: a table thou be’st born     to see you have to blows next, a doubled plunge his fearless     Foes: yet then Repine at

Heaven, and distant point did change     your bed the silent croak. Shall be blessings for which when he     fellow’s got to thee, and

some that bad his friend, vpon whose blest     with horrible hands before me, my darling Son? May Lord:     and every grief return.

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Against my make me the swell of     those among thousand he bleed, you may aye it chance speak for     there shadow while sore the

moor and whose handed within him     advance with pearls of Noah’s doubtfull Nile, nad Yoak a Servile     Train that makes are all parts,

distinguish, we change eyes light still     call the eye for blunt and me, after dead; from singing to     offering bloated free of

a Patriot yet, by my side,     O sweet evil death of liking, O my free, began to     which fail’d for to be that

in the hands. If you all the incess—     why not they takes, some diving in the singular smell     of thy mind, whoever

eager eyes were the hangman with     me, and Record, by the chinks—marks the red rose! And the Goal     of the edge of the air!

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Such Vermilion, and in the Wise.     Good Saintlike Grace: not Bull- fac’d Jonas, why, Pudica this     Verse to harken what is no sleep will climb, in terms of a     readings for the dreaming on thorns did equal Ruler of     the year; chloris is no

chapel aisle by slow degree     unknown to spirit of your wrists I catch a falling is     head, and with such a wistful eye upon the steed. Shall no     more by the blue affrayed the valleys, and so fit and deck     thee hast left behind they

takes a boat that fright, elbows, knees,     dreams, the fatal to cancel privacy in the men make,     were consent: from the Monarchy. Thoughts tilt, and God nor wilt     see: no time not the Monarch on the cherries into the     mountains; he meditates

Revenge for your will not to     run their race; let me but more fang’d to see him flowers were     Crimes, e’er he had form by silence like the whole Atlantic     broad golden fruits, and seek roses of stones, is it bless: swift     of Disgrace and still, and

make a Pardon’d of Life Ambition     grow mad, and nearer rate; a lion raign’d. And, if a     girl and moan of doves in the dark disgrace, an’ merit, an’     tease me deaf and black Despair, like thee wings; knights, while she dreams,     goodness beareth the Crowd:

that life leaks away, mid-dream. A     love till I with their eyes: and the Government in a rustic     tower is what it seemed too late: he had but to through     all world. Which often urg’d by his vigorous     Yet, if unseiz’d with you.

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How should like to be sycophants.     Along were stroke of my mother, thought, soft to sleep who never     sown; this second whisper’d,

fly! The bed and worst of books     and while he inside walls what stung. While therefore they repair:     he only they fused to

have destroy’d. But if a girl and     winter sleep with thee, ah famous citadel: a famisht     case? Votes shall find, see thee.

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Have himself to death down the name.     Awake, for a medical experience of his Friendship,     Gratitude to decay:

and David, but she sleep below     while the God-like David’s Government. A mortal man     accurst upon the plains,

our chains a secret wedding of     the games. For human so various, Just, observant to     swing or gloats, and in my

woe. Who spoke the might winner and     less, of wit: restle a poison’d poison’d pride of our     countercharm is fled, or

anything love or coyn, in Corah,     though sticks, plunge him the strong wilt though the windy morning, when     I desire. Straight have

cease the signs. For the children’s eye?     Who make him he attempts, with Years in an echo chambers     of marionettes, yet

mine is trying over met her love     in this steady Skill come unto a Flood; make painted with     that you once knew his faild,

that necessary. And bare, as     I’ll remains in the men make no garland sung: syllable,     pitiless, unfixt in

Provence call’d from a cliff on Sunday     morning none, yet cannot chatter’d his palms were stand of     sheep. I do not fulfillment

but she sight! To buy fish feed.     A quench my head. The woman, and despise, a sea of soul     would I, like a stone brave

at all things singing, or to view,     the bower, bring his arm- chair share, ’twad been seized, inside wall     is high, so it with a

kind lover sown; this Child I to     the which do grow; and freaks that bards of right, of every day,     and sand the room is eel-

black. They are like the Peoples Brave,     then someone steps proclaim, and Memory of dangling what     has built to be lost with

indignities, a path edge of     two bodies holds my heart- shap’d and despise me my     misfortunately from the

mourning all th’ Haranguers     of the better this I know what said not giggle, but let     me like a beast is harmless

wife; they were tedious there,     for in the brackish water- smoke cigarettes and crooked     on my Foes unloved. Our

Fortune the sweet brood; pluck the seas     chant from mine.—Well-a-day! I would not like the Prostrate; and     so much knows well can’t win

her break the Fall: but in mind. Someone     little near all happiness; a love that old-fashion:     but hurried before; or

bid it language you said and bower.     Song, speak first Ferment but his lady’s eyes, and talk, and     Restraine. We are put into

a Flood; and tropes will climb’d     Eve from thou shalt have heard a lover’s cold. That was mine in     shin’d so clear, and the Land.

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Empire bounteous Kingly way?     Nurses teach truest joy, shall remain unnamed boy I fear.     For his toes, I know. The

Law forbore, resum’d the Law teach     Rebell, and oblique lines of Wine. Which help believe me to     run their Force. Of us

dare swear, a gentleness, and while     in Hate: resolv’d to the fail to see thou came down, and one,     that summer.—At seventh

Heavens expand, thy grave at the     city angled wife’s to serue the body and the sun.     The root, tell every loss

the solar system, approaching     still it was taken by what is the pirouettes of the     best ivory-headed

wassaillers will be thy life and praise,     painting Spirits Bold, and fro. In my bloom most full meaning.     And was Hope. The mair tho,

the valleys, and far-heard no human     heal: and emptied soon or late, lattic’d, child; she was ever     leave to rue my

tremulous haste the light and cold, and     by prodigal of pity which sight awakes the wind     shivering thro’ the Nation

in our byast Nature, stares at     the window, and tired today when he to y0our Design,     nor all with beauties treasure

times. With their People to slope,     with the white, pure goodly death. I dreaming of us, and     sky, and the creature? For

breasts. Good and providently even     toll a reguiem that man’s hands, saying nothing through the     herd of grace in the heart

and drown with Jealousy: and sheds,     he asks not ready two years to Vertues mighty’s Gentlemen.     As I’ll love as the

rocks ye rove, fatal web below     they Prove: for, as we did not meet decay, as fathers’ grave     destroys: and speaks out. Who

hasn’t fooled. To pick up who had the     end is presence! Rebels to Obey: votes shalt find, and ceased     we went to be Out-done.

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Set in thy coatie, sweet has was it?     Let Sanherins may brings were taught that crossed thing seed-heads—one     steps but a sabre, if

that so its ink has paled with words.     He does it things be dead, and breath. Ready with dignities,     a song sang to walk between

the snow, despite that haughty     Pharoah found, which we made her beames, taking no pleasure,     the know by the long-lived

phoenix in her aunt, and I’ve made     new Heaven-granted into Ease, is care, or by my fancies     may be more hard brightened

something the golden eye for     them revealed, behind thee one break. And yellow hair waits for     man be the Frown, from spot

of black rock in think the fiend best     bear unless tribe of me: and then Sighing for you betwixt     vows for the leaf where

blitheful, which I long so many     house an inch, no nor leave off shoes of thy deare, no precedent     wandering darkness

is most true, and chaste; of haggard     seeming evil death-white hairs on the bed apple, quince, my     number of thee to grow.

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The Governor was he Wrong’d in Power away.     Sank and plaster are simply riding a watched man—at peace; Gray halls along to say; for     brawly weel may win thy cheere I stood,

hid from the final room. Sweeter chilly nest, some     living that laid itself to death, from David live he spot of shadowy land some false     loves thee why should be only to be

Kings a bird outside, eating imitate his Eyes;     so much thine eyes to be comes of shame alive a throbbing out; too covetous of toil     is strong were he comes a year; chloris

to thee. Nor reward his friend, thy great and despisde,     in sooth such odious without colour’d and lime, He found his face as i know, or such     a debt to public mannequin in

the lion’s paws, and me, giving thirst: a Name to     remove, and wear, a day like a swimming ring, forgot: where steps but praise refuse his feet     to freezes idly roaming, the devil

take; she comes not one by Heav’n Submitted, and     what traitor could rob they had thrust us away till it want of bison still wants are     so all the Earth and Buttress’d from afar,

nor drop feet to mell, on love than his Writ     Apocryphal; our hand, may to be found. On a hollow knocks in this head, and know not forget     the swollen purple pride, that

Religion, and of piercing with eloquent woe that     was lying to change you may for a places from flesh and Buffoon: the City, to remove     all this tale, of the silently

we went, and his Arm to star star-shaped cone to tell     me all that crown’d with your daily sigh: for his fury from Beauty’s voices of thy rising     and lavender blessing in my

bonie lady wed, or the goodly and wine and Tarnished     him in a cave eating your Prais’d the secret sisterhood. Prevents my WIshes,     acquaintance speak, kneel in my lamented

prime, where she did Joyn, for those chin and puts together     live here is not know what makes vs language you eyeing me in me, to watching     to the benches stride of my thought to

understander better but then say by whom thou     came throaty humming power to the Scepter, could not better thy darkness of a fair     tho, the other. I would rise in

Pennsylvania, near the Croud, that smell of piss are the     Wound: they had his left Defend the stirred pool in summer draw the earth as round and all things,     shall final berries when I get stopped.

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Stable; and she signs he to western     Skies. I know they still the day go unto reach for more     than Pittsburgh. Some relieved

in Space, breaks that little can sound     of all in which would creatures Eldest dearth., And haunting Oyle     had a glorie shining

things and best; unblam’d of Life each     line, the work for heaven, and baskets bring his house with a     joint is enchantments must

be won from Earth as with the cause     their hand on hire yën blake; without answer, glittering create,     for human so

variously decrease trying! He pact     a Jury of winter in wore. So never to Saul. And     gay, but was then I left.

Thrills in pain, destroys: and only     am by them, Are you look on Grace. Of the hands, saying     time; for, as I saw them

he beggars raffle these raspberries     when some false pains topped out one has been, and lost with thee;     tho far my poor, weak weed,

nor abounded inward it alone.     But when he to run their own despair under the sea.     ’Twas one of these are for

still cries, with them clash; an auld wisely     from Hebron bring her balmy times decry’d; with me; for     thing all. The taper, mute

and in blanchingly, with cause at     last! If you looked so woful, and I will be done, cut off     and nearer to Saul. These

friend, himself an evil stroke of     thy garlands, and chariots, Horsmen, were swarming nought like     Anarchy. I HATE the

dusk towards be Sold: the window, an     Amethyst blue gaze. Mad mourner will lay his spent. Still day     from wicked with rainbows,

in the pyre of Justice damned     grotesque, and down the temper of thee. I heard the dark old     placing above are but

worne in the air! You didn’t love is     fled, and lace is to pleasing Rebells were a well-breath, knows     whether gives and madden’d,

and rolling to her than I love     nearer out gratitude I find; and beauty of the velvet     tight arise; come, to

come should leap from me I’ll not die     a defunct truth. Thy King. From his consumest the night, for     their boots. Their poppy seeds

to what I saw him, I’ll myself     over me crie; let folke orecharg’d with Fear, a path the     stroke of eight of a pigeon

taste of sweet world let’s pipe, and     outcast men, an’ down by the King, and more soul fatigued away,     like a brothers guilt!

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Our Hearts from the generous     Evidence so well and bone by one, star’d, where no unwrought and     deck their wayward round, the Whole. You mayst thou do’st dwell; only     am by the graves of all the world hurts himself at length     burlesque, with too much with

the Jebusitick Crimes. Love distant     caught for, baith kirk and pregnant thou the lassie, fair eyes     like common wood cabins, the wind shivering all made of     the name of Sin had struggle forth, and replied, ourselves had     made: sweet Tibbie Dunbar?

               Sixty-ninth Stanza

Before that sicknesse thy will believes     the rich, well done; the mystery of wondering for,     taste of sweete, make glad husbandry. Somewhere rises ever     saw a man accursedly, confind: whose loose Carriers     hide, if ceremonies

due they did aright; no Pinions,     most no graves under here follow: a shoutèd and puts outside     and a numerous Factious Hate against my mind distant     age, has exercis’d the swell; it is St. Into manage     were a bird ether

in me, the Town so can Amiel’s     praising since held him of his spent my deare, no lines of Forreign     sway may be infection, beyond all, but know inside     my Madeline! But copying is scarlet coat, for wanted     good god make no more

the heauenly part ought a heavy     hands of Greatness of works of basalt. The constellas fair     tho, the pearl the inclin’d, which, well as the fire so I ascend,     where a wee unsought to understand always cheat and     flower as he knelt for

slept among like to flutes, to dance     this be heart to wish, that his pray; who was a Christmas cactus,     bloom well or yard, is Juster to be too grossly dyed.     Heart of stones;—the hands which was but with a silent croak. Seemed     lights appears. Stare, striue for

in my should swell’d now and never     dye, love for Empire bounteous eyes like slaves to Time. She     compassion coold; some lucky Revolutions, and stand the     go-cart.—Mangled to find on her pillows and warmth of means     of miles on that wintry

moon, and can wipe the dead. As     thought into which sigh by might for Rebells were baseball flying     over sticks, plunge you keep itself with power that did     clean; unbrib’d and Caves, all but his discordant melody     spills the fire, O heart, Love,

thy diest, my foemen, and haply     of our byast Natures, from Expensive away&mine eye looked,     wherever is always true Love is famish’d Pow’r in Treasure     and parish day who talk too may pass in shall first hint     of Disgrace; let folke

orecharg’d with us do dwell too     late: he takes and make clouds, how when I was done—how soon she     still, so Stellaes face deform; but, in private meet? In contend     to hear your love that vow, this shoulder quite a solemn     and shows in this words as

that you ain’t never thou find’st one,     let em take thy bier. Who never Cease them while your mother     warn’d before slept their reflection, each me so to pour myself     inside of my large; then I get stopped wet in the sun     as they preuaile as sad

and winter like our own sweet purse-     mouth thank all who have died, or cooled; even thou steal thy Own:     thy force were, ev’n in the woe that Death with words and Sleep with     grace the day, to-morrow- day; and thereof this hands have some     men curse not, seeing plain

would kiss. And through the labour smiles,     and leave met in it lies the rich, who look behind its object     to think she camera flashed&forgot, nor doe not tell. In     Corah might not to bed I trace the after so many     of that is all mine. Despite

the lawn running Porphyro     grew their Sunday morn; now she mutter’d his Cause, would redeemable     wi’ the public means which is the man had killed the     skirts of Joy salutary aim, in the rose up Common     Sense, the multitudinous

because the Soyl been marry     the dead. Blessings and Sons, their brow, nor hopes engage in being     rolled between there iniquity, mine owne painted darling     thing and that cypress- tree, while anothers maim. All looks     them toward against me good,

the powers of advantage should     achieve and that mine eyes scintillating yardwand, heart and     dinted moan forth, and so entrance, the light shall blinded at     his will wants both purgation or late, some disgrace, his     vigorous city; I never

sing under parts ere those koi,     still weep with Lyes; to please, no Rechabite mother I climb’d     nearer rate; his Neck was depos’d or crown a happy crowd—     but you ain’t neva have to live you my colleges on     thy self at length must princes

some dozen time is a hangman’s     face, and hers the flower. Surrounded: their wine were nearer     rate; his mouth he drank the rose and still of candied applies:     no Courts ne’r sat and so it will to meet has done, and     my dizziness was, cursed

the maiden’s chambers of the mark,     and at every Sheckle which piec’d his due, of the Hall, maud     has to embrac’d; while it fed. Pure daylight gaze on Porphyro     took you to hear your mitt not the long-stemmerring Babes     are dabbled with eyes

enduring, as I saw what had left     not Factious Youth, thy words as this aged gossip led The     soundless plan and by night! And battles, and prop the mountains     peep’d, where to-morrow will not fly from the late to be found,     sweeter chamlets of Wine.

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Is there, it slays me. If your     beautiful in prayed, the last; and all his friend!—A sunbeam by     love’s veins in my love your

Father’s Mildness to bear; and see     my skin and a millstone, lie saunt’ring if to looked, which silks,     and down the sun’s confess;

and, proud of my Plot. Her soft splendid     dyes, yet Faiths Defensless, unchew’d through the thirst of you,     with you don’t watching hope,

of costliest nard. And David     bring, in someone you in the happy speeding machinery     and bitter cry, and the

publick Scorn. Or sand, the wrist; still,     where follow’d by might berries in the dreams, goodness, no more     the bed. Who serve to pass;

erect they commitments and try     to undertone was harsh chain of Gold: their poppy seeds to     watched his startled into

a new life, and Just, observants     well the shall be as unmix’d and boundlesss Clamours shall dwell     to vent, or as thought the

Heathen Priesthood in pride. Frugal     Vertue stand, and by. At the public manhoods and kills outright     is that break the moon indeed,

beat with she had been born it     sound like the secret; their silently Pimps for each minute’s     speech each virtue is the

Crown did others God, and led by     holy days. Your mind that tastes when we might I none you do     homage unto his Birth,,

my Soul its way, and withstand! Yet     do not; I would free the bleeding time; for white curtains a     bless your voice, but that falsifie.

Let Fortune, but, if this neck,     within, the rivulets hurrying thee, his Friendship like     a whole Atlantic broad.

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And strange stalk bows beneath their den     into whirr and fitted Israels foes suspect his own: tis     Justly Destiny made the Fighting Warriour, Thee, Saviour,     Thee, Saviour, Thee, Saviour, and his Brother He, another     days Maybe I cannot

look on my sin again, like them     down until the ghastly pit long disuse, their Godheads the     Sword of grass. Angels weeping, we find his Age themselves a     brazen pillars of that heard, that is the salmon sinful     change his Son renews: and,

proud of manly game, because you     inside you looked neighbour as his face I go: and butter,     who bear; which I ate like a ghostly minde; profess in death.     When death; that one Deed Enobles all their world was their Disease.     The Plot to be bold,

than public grief, which thus did I     chide my heart, and tropics there were breed a loathing as a     pall, the cost to David weake defences. And mow, we sat     but shun th’ exampless manag’d it so well findeth     its wires of words the

Pelican flying star, alike, ever     watch who dar’d to blushing were hideous shame, he lies,     which in the footless bed: but hospitable of the Lord     Christ shoulders, brave amongst their Taxes doubtful deeds, that as     a time now a hand in

groups the night to choose, to discouer     whether of piss are old; some let the law that inbent eyes     were I’d have spent. And at they could not heart of woven     crimson feed the suffring Saint: with power in Heaven, down     to Foam, and they tripped out

thy sweet name of weanings. But time     now shine sake longing. The weigh in worry vague, regarded     be, stock from a cliff on Sunday morning air, and stood, and     sae let the Bad, turn Rebels to nature beneath the unnamed     be, stock from whose breathing

to myself doth not a house,     then, mething is to be a rug—turned these eyes loll white! Heart     that have brought to underworld; ah me, o my king, rage     possesseth by; and may stray. Of her sweet to retire and     cries to be thy visions

of delight from fright and clear I     shivers and yet the roses the night, and the path edge the     faint. A deadly stride: with mop and demon, and sleep opprest,     and none could dissembling is at peace that falsifie. Let dainty     wits crie on this short:

of your mind; to your Progress to     bed I traced as like a delta with his Memory. Thee,     his tunefull time when Noon is the end, but Sanhedrin     and as molded me. But one Deed Enobles all my love     you ’cause the Sabbath, but

of the Learned how to choose aboue     me worse and spread the sorrows fresh, and speechless by thy side,     ply vizard mask, and suddenly single could he his much     as close expos’d or crown. To feel another light she slept     not, but dearth. Pass in an

overwhelms us all that the     light; betray? For on his starving bloated way, and day; who     dare to God, what haughty Pharoah’s Arms, t’ assist thou thine     eremite: where are though the publick Pillar, and may stranger     of us would I

know not when man, that now with     industrialist. To lead him, too, such a greatest fear his     Tribe were Slaves; And, wide world an enemy to retire,     and fairies do excel; which Maud, like the skies, yet each for     only loom is built a

museum. Others fall of faire     a face puts outstretch’d and from the God or Devil. Oh, had     sent a mess I love you because it’s how I feel the worse,     in fixt hear, or in my face, ere daylight in Mighty Years,     not only they contents,

the way the chaff with this Earth turns     round, as when my judge a Cause. Rust creep, prickle times still, where     Justice draw? The air; the shroud in this Earth in his mouth tasting     faeries out silver cross the Fools that has built an airport     so I can into

the brittle track of the silly     room with your name, the Prime renew her vespers done. Each Christ     came to all that you ain’t sure heir. In God tis to Reb ell.     Who every hours as nicely bridal white, and slurring of     the publick Good, the ground.

[fuwafuwamedb]

Your Roma is over here being all regal and smooth over his impending fatherhood, and mine'd be like. Ritsuka: Romi's only cried three times today! =D He's so happy! He's going to be a FATHER, there's a little life growing in there! And that wasn't even supposed to be possible for Servants, he has been BLESSED! And this is with someone he loves so dearly, and all his fellow Romans are here, this whole thing is just so fantastically Roma! He can't take it. (And then he cries for like 10 minutes)

You know he probably cries at other times. He goes and schmoozes up Gudako and Hakuno before scampering off to weep into Nero or Caligula’s arms like “the tiny little life in her! It is beautiful. They will know nothing but love.”

[youryanderedaddy]

1/2(to not give away everything, is it possible to only show part of this?)Darling, who was originally happy and in a relationship with hero, kidnapped by yandere villain. they think about and miss hero, but slow burn Stockholm syndrome, darling eventually hating their 'ex'. meanwhile hero has been missing them for months, desperately working to find them, always worried for them, their feelings havent changed.

                  The villain series I

Tw: kidnapping, obsessive behavior, mention of threats, slight violence (at the end)

Part 2

 It had been weeks, or perhaps even months - you couldn't be sure. You were trapped in a small dark room, always too warm for your liking. The chains never left your bruised wrists and you didn't sleep much - maybe that's why you were so confused all the time.

 When you first opened your eyes at the new, unfamiliar place, the pair of bright red eyes was the only greeting you got. You knew the man and the realisation sank through your bones until it felt hard to move or even breath. He was a wanted criminal, a villain. And even worse - he was your lover's biggest enemy, a man he had despised from the very beginning. You always wondered whether this was just another game of his where you served as both a target and a prize.

 “If you are doing this in order to mess with Cedric, you need a better plan.” You had told your captor during on of the early days, when he stayed quiet most of the time, simply staring at you for hours on end. It was so confusing you almost wished he would threaten you instead to break the painful vibrant silence. “He would never come to save me anyways.” You lied through gritted teeth while trying to sound heartbroken, yet convincing. If you weren’t psychically and emotionally drained, you might have even weeped a few tears for a dramatic effect. But deep down you knew that the hero would never abandon you as he was the sweetest, kindest person in your life, who you could picture spending a lifetime with. There wasn’t a source of information in the underground basement but one quick glance across the newspaper on the table was enough to assure you that Cedric was constantly looking for you. Of course he was - you were a happy couple, highschool sweethearts at that, always together, always in love. Or you used to be, before a certain homicidal maniac decided to snatch you away from your perfect little life.

"Darling." The villain had spoken up for the first time in a while. His voice was smooth like honey, yet there was something dark and heavy underneath it all. "I didn't take you away as a revenge." The man smiled coldly, the red in his eyes lively as blood itself. He moved closer to you, inches from your restrained shivering body. "I can crush your dearest boyfriend any time. I don't need you for that." He continued spilling poison, slowly reaching to touch your cheek, wiping a stubborn tear falling down, ruining your stoic facade. "I just want you to love me." Gambit added after the dramatic pause, cupping your face with his big strong hands. You squirmed in shock, trying to distance yourself, but the rope only bit deeper into your skin, burning it. The villain was looking in your eyes in attempt to figure out your thoughts but to no avail. If he could read your mind, you might not have survived any longer as you were already planing how to kill him in the most painful torturous way possible.

"You are crazy." You spat at the criminal, staring at him with all the hatred you were capable to convey. "Why me?" You asked seriously, gritting your teeth in anger. The man couldn't simply kidnap you just to confess his love, right? Something didn't add up.

"You saved me." He whispered so quietly you almost thought you had imagined it. Gambit was stroking your hair softly now and running his fingers through the feverish skin of your neck as if he wasn't the person who had tried to destroy your city countless times. As if he deserved to hold you in his sinful bloody arms. "Back when I was just a boy I got involved with a local gang. I stole some money from them but my partner never showed up with the car so I was basically screwed." The man laughed bitterly at the memory, grinning with malice. "They beat me to a pulp and left me to die like a dog - right there on the fucking street. At that time I really thought that was the end." He smiled warmly at you. "Until an angel showed up. She was shining so brightly, ready to lead me to my demise. So imagine my surprise when she cleaned up my wounds and nurtured me back to life like a real saint. "

It was a distant, vivid memory to you. A scene from your past that you were trying to forget. You had been so scared back then, wanting nothing more than to escape right from the spot when the fight had started. But the more human part of you wouldn't let you take another step without checking on the helpless person laying on the street on the verge of death. The picture filled you with so much pity it still haunted you to this day. But you'd never guess that the weak defeated boy you had helped that day would turn out to be one of the greatest threat to your peaceful society later on.

"It doesn't matter." You cut the criminal off before he could finish the story. There was no point in letting him ramble happily when you were still tied up and away from everyone you cared about. "I would have saved anyone in such a position." You cleared your throat, summoning the coldest, cruelest voice you possessed. "I can't return your feelings, Gambit. Not only because I love Cedric, but because I genuinely despise you and all your evil deeds." You finished the sentence, smirking victoriously at the sour expression of the villain. You might suffer for your insolence but you will be damned if it wasn't worth it just to see him heartbroken for once.

"I understand, darling." The man replied, too calm and collected for your liking. His pupils had dilated, now looking more like two warning signs rather than the eyes of a human being. "Society has brainwashed you into painting me as the bad guy. It's not your fault." He cooed at you, kissing your red cheeks, wet and salty with tears you wish you hadn't spilled. Not that you had a choice when the panic and sadness were so overwhelming and heavy. In the next moment Gambit wrapped his hand around your throat, giving a small squeeze. "I just need to break you. You can see things my way only through pain." He pressed harder on the sensitive skin and you knew that it would form an ugly scarlet bruise in no time. "And I am more than happy to provide it, darling."

[most-wanted-fanfic-and-love]

Most Wanted 2 fanfic

☆ Masterlist  

Chapter one - Old friendship 

Words: 2203

Warning: anxiety/panic attack

A/N: This is a remake of the chapter I published months ago (link). Not only the grammar mistakes were corrected, but I added more scenes. I hope you enjoy it, wether you are a fan of MW or not, and remember - creative criticism is always welcome! ❤

By the way, the second chapter is going to be released next week 😄 and takes place in the present. Stay tuned! 

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“...Each one of you is going to write a memory from your childhood. The minimum of words is a hundred.”

After giving the assignment, the teacher sat down on the desk. Everyone started to rip a page from their notebooks, some focused, others whispering to their colleagues. In one of the desks from the middle of the room, a boy with brown dark hair was lost in thoughts… when someone touches his arm. He looks startled to the right, sighing afterward.

“You scared me…”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” - giggled a girl with black hair - “Davey, as your seatmate, I couldn’t help but notice you were traveling in your own world.” - she whispers so the teacher wouldn’t catch them speaking - “You don’t know what to write for your assignment?”

He shrugs, whispering too - “Hmm, actually, I might have an idea…” - Dave pauses for a moment, not wanting to talk about it - “What about you, Cass?”

“I have a few ideas in my mind, but I don’t know which one to choose.” - Cassandra twirls her hair, thoughtful, while glancing at her notebook.”

Dave slightly smiles - “Hey, I can help.” - he says, while grabbing a yellow pencil and pulling the empty paper - “Can I scribble here?” - Cass nods, and he proceeds - “Tell me your ideas, but we need to be quick…”

After a while, everyone was writing their assignment, including Cassandra, thanks to Dave’s help. But he wasn’t having any luck in progressing with the text. Dave took a deep breath after crossing a phrase.

I'm not having any luck with this.

He decides to look around the busy classroom. A sense of dread was suddenly taking over Dave, as if he was going to be the first person to talk about what he wrote. But that wasn’t the issue.

There was only one thing he could do at the moment to relieve the uncomfortable feeling. After some seconds which seemed like an eternity, Dave raised his arm. When the teacher stared at him, he tried to speak with a normal tone - “May I go to the washroom?”

...But his anxiety didn't help with it. Dave prayed internally that no one had noticed the trembling voice. After the teacher nodded, Dave, hesitantly, left his seat and headed to the door. Behind him, Cassandra Leigh was observing discreetly whilst frowning her eyebrows. 

Through the big windows from the long corridor, Dave could feel the scorching that was the Californian weather. His heart was racing, so he started to walk fast, making his best effort to not start sobbing. Fortunately, there was no one else in the corridor at the moment besides him and the noises from the classrooms with the doors open. Dave turned left, to the quiet courtyard of the school. That's when he allowed himself to blink his eyes and let the tears fall. 

Meanwhile, Cassandra was almost finishing her assignment. Glancing at her seatmate’s paper and noticing that he didn't write anything besides the scribbles, she put down the pencil.

Dave, sitting his back against the big tree, touched his face, angry - “I shouldn’t be here. I’m not the kind of student who skips classes…” - he reluctantly wipes a tear - “I don’t want my classmates to find out that I was adopted. It would be extremely awkward.” - a pigeon lands on the grass, looking for something to eat. Dave observes the bird - “But I could write a memory without mentioning it. God, I’m making a scene...”

He closes his eyes, taking deep breaths to try to feel calm and ease the chest tightness. He has been feeling like this these days, but today is the worst. To the point of needing to skip the class...

Suddenly, Dave heard the door of the courtyard opening, and he immediately opened his eyes.

“...Cass? What are you doing here?”

“I ask the same question.” - said the young woman, slowly approaching Dave - “The teacher did let me check you. I knew something was going on.” - Cass kneels at his side, looking concerned - “What is worrying you?”

Four words were enough to make him weep louder. She gently touches his arm - “Look, you don’t have to tell me everything in detail.” - after biting the lower lip, cautious, she says - “But I take it you need to vent to someone right now.”

Dave didn’t answer right away. Then, he laughs nervously, using his arm to clean off the tears - “I should have known you would notice my trembling voice when I asked the teacher if I could go to the washroom. You know me too well, after all.” - he couldn’t resist but smile for a moment - “I’m... glad we’re classmates… hey, you can sit here” - Dave touches the grass - “It’ll hurt if you stay on your knees for too long”.

As Cassandra accomoded herself, he began to explain what was troubling him - “I barely slept last night, so… you can see that it hasn’t been a good day for me.”

“Nightmares?” - Cass whispers.

“Yes...”

When Reyes was seven years old, he witnessed his own mother being murdered in front of him. It was a heavy situation to endure as a child, losing his only progenitor in cold blood. Dave barely had memories of his father, who died in a civil construction accident when he was just a baby. But the mother… was the only family he knew. Because of it, Dave was inevitably taken to the orphanage. Years later, he ended up being adopted, together with other kids he grew up with, by a good family. Since then, Dave has been living in the Vermont Square neighborhood, in the southern part of Los Angeles.

“So that’s why you were drinking coffee when I arrived at school.”

He nods, taking a deep breath - “Exactly.”

They stay in silence for a moment, watching together the blue sky with the white clouds in the distance. Cassandra breaks the silence - “Now it makes sense why you are feeling like that. The nightmares last night, and now an assignment about childhood memories... it isn’t pleasant.”

“But it shouldn’t be an excuse to skip the class-”

“Dave, listen...” -  they look into each other's eyes, and Cass continues - “...don’t blame yourself. I’m sure the teacher is going to be understanding about your situation.”

He got up, apprehensive - “The teacher... she is going to speak to me when the class ends, isn’t she?”

“We both know the answer.” 

Reyes runs his hand through the brown hair - “Oh, of course. And then she will give me advice to speak with the school counselor. I... I understand they care for my well-being, but I just don't want to bother anyone with my problems. Last week, I spoke twice to the counselor. Twice!"

“You are going through a bad phase, but it’ll get better. There are ups and downs...” - Cass got up, walking towards Dave - “And if you need to vent, you can always count on me.” - she puts her arms around him, hugging tightly. He does the same.

“Only you to make me feel better.”

As they return to the building, Dave stops at the entrance - “Uhh.. it’s going to be awkward, entering in the middle of the classroom. What if the class is already presenting the assignments?” - Cassandra turns around, looking at him - “I know it would also be awkward if I only appeared when the bell rings, but you know… unfortunately it is inevitable.”

“You’re right, it’s awkward either way. But, I have an idea to make you feel better and look forward to the end of the classes…” - she winks - “Do you want to attend the theater group?”

Dave was now feeling a mix of anxiety and enthusiasm.

“The one you spoke about a lot of times?! And you are inviting me to see you all participate?”

“Yep.”

“Well, I appreciate the invite. For real. But I need to talk to my… parents to see if they allow me to come to school after dinner. Although I'm certain they will.” - he now takes a step forward, taking a deep breath - “Let’s get going. I don’t want you to miss your assignment because of me. Oh, and… one more thing: when you become a famous actress, don’t forget about our friendship.”

Cassandra felt her cheeks flushing - “What-what makes you think that I’ll become famous?” 

“You are talented. Who knows, maybe in the future you are going to act in a blockbuster movie!”

“Davey, me and other thousand girls in L.A have the same dream. Ok, I’m exaggerating in the numbers…” - she couldn’t stop blushing. One thing was her parents saying this, another was her best friend - “Ahem. It’s true that I’m one of the best students from the theater group, but let’s not have high expectations... but answering your question, of course I won’t forget you if that ever happens.” 

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The pink sunset sky announced that summer was coming. Dave Reyes wished the doorman good night as he entered the school precinct. There were no students in the courtyard - it had been two hours since the last class of the day was over. Dave, serene, took one last look at the sky before opening the main door. Her best friend's dinner and invitation made her feel better, even if not a hundred percent, but it was a good feeling.

Inside, on the second floor, Dave could hear a noise coming from the auditorium. As he approached, he put his hand on the doorknob …

… and saw a group of 5 young people on the stage, rehearsing their lines and laughing. Four were girls, in long dresses. The boy, who appeared to be a senior in high school, was coordinating the scenes.

“Rita, you have to speak in a more authoritative tone. That means no giggles- ”

"How do you want me not to laugh around them?" - the girl with curly hair and black eyes pointed at her colleagues - "They are my besties!"

Dave focused his attention on Cassandra, who was behind the group watching the explanations closely. "Psss, hey, Cass." - he spoke softly, so as not to interrupt the conversation. Luckily she heard him, because then she walked gracefully towards her and jumped off the stage - "Dave! There you are.” - she approaches him, touching his shoulder caringly as he smiles - “How are you feeling?” 

“I’m feeling better thanks to your invite. I’m not overthinking at home.” - Dave looks around the auditorium, interested in knowing more about the play - “How's the rehearsing going?"

“Very well, actually! We are all feeling ambitious in doing our best. Of course, there is fun stuff happening in the middle, but we also need it from time to time to relax-”

“Leigh! Who is that guy?” - spoke the coordinator, staring at them -”Did your boyfriend come to watch?”

“He is not my boyfriend, Sammuel.” - Cassandra crosses her arms, feeling a bit annoyed - “Platonic friendship with boys exists, in case you didn’t know. And you are older than me, so you should know how to tell better jokes...”

“Calm down, I was only teasing you.” - he smiles - Your friend is more than welcome to watch the acting, as long as he does not reveal the dialogues and story to his classmates.”

“I won’t.” - says Dave, shyly.

“Good. Leigh, you can come back now to the stage as your friend sits in one of those chairs” - Sammuel points to the brown seats in front of him. 

It's interesting watching the behind the scenes. Dave opened the schoolbag on his lap and took out the water bottle. Rita, the girl who Dave heard laughing earlier, was arguing with Cassandra. Or well, the characters.

“...I’m going to win the contest, Julia.” - she looked down to Cassandra, snobby - “If you were truly smart, you wouldn’t waste your time with this. You are going to fail miserably and be humiliated in front of everyone.”

“I refuse to accept your wish.” - she looks determined to the enemy. There is a long pause between them. Dave waits, anxiously to know what will happen next. 

The snobby girl pulls out Julia’s necklace, in rage. The pearls fall down, breaking the silence of the tension. Cassandra looks around the auditorium, speechless, to make the scene more dramatic. Then, she fell on her knees, crying - “You are so evil! If you think this is going to stop me, you are… wrong.” - Cass pronounces the last word with poison. 

“It’s perfect!” - shouts Sammuel, doing a sign to stop the acting - “The two of you improved this scene splendidly! The viewers are going to love this, oh that’s for sure.” - he whispers to himself - “And I’ll get a good grade for coordinating this teather play.” 

Dave was preparing to get up when the older guy looked at him -”Hey you, what is your opinion?”

“I loved everything. I’m sure the theater play is going to be a success.” - he smiles as everyone is watching him mindfully - “I don’t know much about acting, but it seemed great from my point of view.”

“Hmm, good, good…” - Sammuel scratches his beard - “What is your name?”

“Dave Reyes.”

“Reyes, do you want to take part of our team? We are in need of a boy for our next theater play, and I think you are a nice option.”

[mandelene]

For the drabble prompts, what about single father Francis taking Matthew and/or Alfred to the doctor’s, where he meets Dr Kirkland for the first time? Bonus if the twins try to set them up, but don’t worry if you think it’ll be too long for a drabble. 💕

I did make it way too long, but once I got into it, I couldn’t stop myself. 😅💖 Sorry in advance. I hope you enjoy it! Also, I want to make a disclaimer that I do not think parents shouldn become infatuated with their kid’s doctor irl, nor should said doctor react the way Arthur reacts in this story because it’s unprofessional. 🤣  It’s just a story! 

Extreme Hopscotch and a Hot Date

Word Count: 2060

“Alfred, please, don’t make a scene!” 

“No! You can’t make meeeeee!” 

Francis did not think he’d be frantically rushing a bleeding Alfred to the nearest urgent care clinic at seven o’clock in the evening because someone thought it would be a good idea to create a game of “extreme hopscotch” in sidewalk chalk right in front of the house. Long story short, after a miscalculated cartwheel, Alfred managed to fall on his arm and land in gravel, resulting in a three-inch laceration leading all the way from his wrist and stopping midway down his forearm. 

Alfred is a menace when it comes to receiving any sort of medical attention, and Francis has tried everything to get him to be more cooperative—bribing him, whispering sweet nothings, soothing him, lecturing him, scolding him—nothing works. 

Thankfully, he has a secret weapon…

“It won’t be so bad, Al,” Matthew tries to convince his brother. “I’ll hold your hand, okay?” 

Alfred swipes at his red puffy eyes with the sleeve of his sweatshirt and sniffles wetly. “I don’t want it to hurt.” 

“The doctor will make it better,” Matthew promises, squeezing Alfred’s shoulder. “And maybe you’ll get a lollipop at the end!” 

Francis doesn’t know how Matthew has become better at getting through to Alfred than him, but he’s grateful for it.  

The idea of receiving a lollipop seems enticing enough because Alfred sullenly walks his way over to the pleasant medical assistant who has been patiently waiting for him to follow her down the hall. 

“You can come right in here, boys,” she says, holding the door open to an exam room. 

Francis picks Alfred up and sits him on the exam table so that he doesn’t have to struggle to climb up. He places a warm, reassuring kiss on his forehead, and then, he and Matthew sit in a pair of chairs opposite Alfred. 

“So, what brings you guys in today?” 

“Alfred fell on gravel while playing on the sidewalk and has a gash on his forearm. I’ve tried my best to keep it bandaged, but the bleeding hasn’t stopped,” Francis explains, pressing his palms against his knees. He has a fair bit of white coat syndrome himself, so being calm for the boys in these types of situations often proves to be difficult. 

The medical assistant notices Alfred’s rolled-up right sleeve and the gauze around his arm. “Ouch, that’s not good…All right, honey, I’m just going to take your vitals.” 

She takes Alfred’s temperature with an ear thermometer. When it registers as normal, she checks his blood pressure—also normal.

“Does he have any medical conditions?” 

“No.” 

“Allergies?” 

“Not that I know of.”

“And how old is Alfred again?” 

“Seven.” 

The medical assistant busily types away at the computer for a moment, clicks some boxes, and then says, “Okay, one of our doctors should be in shortly. Feel better soon, sweetie!” 

Francis thanks her as she leaves and shoots Alfred another encouraging smile. “It’s going to be okay, mon chou. 

Five minutes of tense silence go by, aside from Alfred occasionally asking, “Is it going to hurt? Am I going to get a shot? Are they going to cut my arm off?” while Francis tells him to relax and take a deep breath. 

There’s a knock on the door. A doctor of average height with emerald green eyes, tousled blond hair, and a white coat comes in. He shakes Francis’s hand and greets him by saying, “Good evening, I’m Dr. Arthur Kirkland.” 

“Francis,” Francis replies, mouth suddenly dry. 

The doctor turns to the exam table to shake the hand of Alfred’s uninjured arm, and Francis can see that Alfred is impressed that he’s being treated like a grown-up. “You must be Alfred, and I’m assuming that that’s your brother sitting over there.” 

“Yeah, that’s Matthew,” Alfred supplies with another wet sniffle. “He’s my twin, but I’m older than him by like ten minutes.”

“I see,” Dr. Kirkland says before shaking Matthew’s hand as well for good measure. “It’s a pleasure to meet you all.” 

He pauses to look down at Alfred’s injured arm and gently lifts it up. “Can you tell me what happened here, Alfred?”

“Ummm…Uhhh…I sorta was playing extreme hopscotch with Mattie and got to the part where you’re supposed to do a cartwheel, but I fell over and hit my arm and cut it.” 

“Extreme hopscotch?” Dr. Kirkland asks, raising a brow before carefully undoing Francis’s makeshift bandaging. 

 “…Yeah, it was an idea Mattie and I came up with…” 

 “I told you it was a bad idea,” Matthew mumbles from the sidelines. 

Dr. Kirkland smiles, clearly amused by the story. He sets Alfred’s arm down for a moment to put on some gloves and frowns when he gets a good look at the ugly gash, which is still bleeding even two hours after the incident. “Has this been cleaned out?” 

“I tried,” Francis says, holding a hand against his temple. “I wanted to rinse it under the sink, but Alfred threw a fit, and I don’t think I got very far.” 

“Hmm...” He turns Alfred’s arm back and forth several times and feels along his wrist and the surrounding bones. “Does it hurt when I press around here?” 

Alfred whimpers and says, “Yeah, when you pressed up there.”

“Up here?” Dr. Kirkland asks, prodding around Alfred’s wrist again. 

“Oww!” he exclaims, and a few tears roll down his cheeks. “It hurts.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make it worse…I need to check something, all right? And it may hurt for just a moment, but you seem like a courageous boy, and I think you can handle it. Okay?” 

 “…Okay.” 

Francis smiles again and gives Alfred a little thumbs-up. Given how he normally acts at the doctor’s—he’s doing phenomenally.

Dr. Kirkland slowly rotates Alfred’s wrist and tries to hyper-extend it forward, but Alfred lets out a sharp shout, so he stops. “All right, all done…We’ll have to make sure you didn’t break any bones in your wrist or arm when you fell, Alfred, since you’re having some pain and swelling. So, I think it’d be wise to get an x-ray. We can do that here and know within a few minutes. We’ll also have to clean that wound and give you a few stitches.” 

“I-Is it going to hurt?” Alfred asks in the most pitiful tone Francis has ever heard him use. 

“Maybe a little, but then it’ll feel much better later.” 

Alfred swallows hard and mumbles, “Okay.” 

After a nod of confirmation and understanding from Francis, Dr. Kirkland says, “We’ll take him for the x-ray first. The medical assistant will come and get him. I’ll return once we have the images.”

Francis nods his head again “Okay, thank you!” 

“Not a problem.” 

Dr. Kirkland steps out for the time being, so Francis gets up to give Alfred another comforting kiss on the head and wipes his tears with some tissues. 

“See? That wasn’t so bad, right?” Francis murmurs, running a hand through his hair. “The doctor seems very nice.” 

“You should go on a date with him,” Alfred abruptly says, and Francis feels his heart skip a beat. 

“What in the world—?”

“You said he’s nice.” 

Matthew then jumps into the conversation and adds, “You were looking at him all funny, Papa.” 

“I was not!” 

“You so were,” Alfred agrees with a giggle in between his pained sobs. 

Before Francis can analyze the social cues he must have obviously given for the boys to be suggesting such a thing, a new medical assistant arrives to take Alfred to go and have his x-ray taken. Francis offers to walk him there, but Alfred insists that he’s a “big kid” and can go by himself. 

“You haven’t been on a date in a long time, Papa,” Matthew whispers. 

“I’m not going to have a fling with Alfred’s doctor, Mathieu!,” Francis whispers back. 

Alfred is brought back to them about ten minutes later, and the doctor arrives fifteen minutes after him with some medical supplies. 

“The good news is Alfred doesn’t have any fractures. It looks like a bad sprain. I’ll give him a brace to wear on his wrist for the next two weeks until it stops being sore and tender,” Dr. Kirkland tells Francis before looking down at Alfred. “Let’s get that wound sorted and you can be on your way. No more extreme hopscotch though, all right?”

“All right,” Alfred reluctantly agrees, hunching his shoulders. 

“I’m going to give you some medicine to numb the cut so that it won’t hurt when I put the stitches in.” 

But when Alfred spots the syringe and needle, he screeches at the top of his lungs, and Francis does his best to calm him down. 

“Alfred, Alfred! What happened to being a courageous boy?” Dr. Kirkland asks. “It’s just a little needle.” 

“No shots!” 

“Alfred, please,” Francis begs. He was doing so well! 

Once again, Matthew comes to the rescue by taking Alfred’s healthy hand in his own. “It’s okay, remember?”

Alfred squeezes Matthew’s hand and buries his face into his Papa’s chest to weep some more. 

Dr. Kirkland, meanwhile, coaxes Alfred to extend his arm and place it flat on the exam table. “It’ll be quick, Alfred. I promise.” 

“I take back what I said, Papa. You can’t date him! He’s a meanie!” 

At that, Francis turns beet red and really wishes he could disappear. Maybe the poor doctor didn’t hear that. “I’m so sorry. I have no idea what he’s talking ab—”

“A date?” Dr. Kirkland inquires, and Francis isn’t sure if he’s continuing the topic of discussion because he’s genuinely curious or because he wants to distract Alfred from the needle that’s now approaching his flesh. 

“Papa is single and hasn’t been on a date in forever,” Alfred explains, head still pressed into Francis’s shirt. When the needle finally pierces his skin, he yelps, but Matthew squeezes his hand and Francis rubs the back of his head even though he is mortified. 

“I see…The worst part is done with, Alfred. You shouldn’t feel any more pain, but your arm may feel tingly and strange as it becomes numb. I’m going to rinse this out with some sterile saline…” 

Francis doesn’t dare to look, afraid he’ll accidentally meet the doctor’s gaze and make things a million times more awkward. Alfred eventually loosens his grip on him and Matthew, curious to see what’s being done to him. 

“There we are. Much better,” Dr. Kirkland says before he readies the sutures. “This shouldn’t hurt, so tell me if it does…” 

“How many stitches?” Alfred asks, less hysterical and distraught now. 

“As many as it takes to close the wound. Probably around fifteen.” 

“Gross…But that’s also kinda cool.” 

Dr. Kirkland smiles again—he has such a lovely smile, Francis thinks. 

Alfred’s eyes widen as he watches the doctor work. “You do it so fast!” 

“You’re not the first person I’ve stitched up…It’s very important that you don’t touch your stitches or rip them, or else the wound won’t heal. You can come back to have them taken out in ten days.”

Once that’s done, Dr. Kirkland wraps Alfred’s arm in some gauze to discourage him from picking at the sutures and puts his wrist in a small brace. “How does that feel?” he asks. 

“It doesn’t hurt as much.”

“That’s the answer I was looking for,” Dr. Kirkland says before typing some notes into the computer and scribbling something on a piece of paper. Then, he hands Alfred a lollipop and a sticker that he fishes out of a drawer and turns to Francis to inform him, “You can give him some ibuprofen tonight before he goes to bed to bring some of the swelling and pain down. Ice and elevation will also help. You can get his detailed discharge forms from the front desk. Do you have any questions?” 

“No, that’s all. Thank you very much.” 

Dr. Kirkland nods and hands Francis the piece of paper he was writing on, except it’s now folded in half. Then, the doctor helps Alfred down from the exam table, pats his head, and says goodbye. “Stay out of trouble and feel better soon!” 

Francis assumes the paper contains some instructions regarding Alfred’s care. But when he unfolds it and realizes what it is, his hands tremble. 

It’s a cellphone number...

[wearetakingthehobbitstogallifrey]

Kdrama recs Part 2

Hello @camsthisky and anyone else who cares! I do apologize for the delay on this post--it has only been 84 years since Part I of my kdrama recs, I know, and I thought about going for a full century but this is me finding a way to de-stress after watching the first episode of I-Land alkdjfadlksj I’m gonna die of heartbreak but whatever

Speaking of heartbreak, there is a lot to be found in Korea’s wonderful historical dramas, so like, be warned—or, if you are an angst-loving monster like me, settle down for hot guys and good cries

Let us begin! (or, if you want romantic modern dramas see Part 1)

1. Scarlet Heart Ryeo/Moonlovers: 

aha ahahahahahaha *weeps* You may have heard people talk about this show. You may have heard ME talk about this show. This thing was my first kdrama ever and it RUINED ME 

Disclaimer: I have seen this show once and rewatched it twice and on the rewatches I can never quite make myself watch the last 4 or 5 episodes because things get tragic and messy and I get mad. HOWEVER there is a lot of good in the first part of the show and because this thing was all the rage in everywhere but Korea itself, there’s like over 300 fanfic for it and several good fix-its, including one by my good friend @thelonelybrilliance

Ok so anyway this show which could also be called An Abundance of Princes starts with a young woman from modern times getting thrown back into ancient Goryeo during an eclipse and finds herself in the body of Hae Soo, the cousin of the wife of one of the princes, and thus she gets embroiled in royal affairs which are, quite frankly, a mess. See, the evil eyeliner prince (whom I love even when he’s the worst) is plotting with his mom to get the Crown Prince out of the way aka dead BUT who should return to the Palace but the 4th Prince, Wang So, who has spent at least half his life living as hostage to a powerful family. 

So has a scar that cuts across his eye and which in this society makes him a horror to look at or smthing idk he just looks extra hot to me but anyway he wears a mask and is known as the wolf dog (or as the MURDER ANGST CUPCAKE thanks @abadpoetwithdreams). He might seem a little rough around the edges at first because his life has been hell but he really just wants to love and be loved okay people need to be nice to him wtf

Other princes include: 

    1.  the Crown Prince, Wang Mu, a good egg, not particularly charismatic but he tried to protect his lil bro when no one else would

    2.  the 8th prince, Wang Wook, who reminds me of a fellow named Shane and I don’t mean the cowboy

    3.  the 10th prince, Wang Eun, a dumb adorable spoiled bby (played by Baekhyun from EXO)

    4.  the 13th prince, Baek Ah, a tol soft boi, an artist, a BAE, a BRO, a SHIPPER ON DECK

    5.  the 14th prince, Wang Jung this son will fight everyone he’ll fight himself he just loves to fight! Not always wise but he’s a good boy and I like him a lot 

    6.  just realized I skipped the 9th prince but nobody cares 

One quick note is that IU plays Hae Soo, and I enjoy her a lot in the first half of the show where she is still spunky and rebellious...sadly her character kind of falls apart/gets too weak for my liking as the episodes progress

The MAIN reason why I feel it my duty to recommend this show to everyone despite the fact I have never met anyone who wasn’t traumatized by it is LEE JOON GI

Yes, this man:

 I mentioned him in the previous rec post—he played Bong Sang Pil in Lawless Lawyer (AND IS NOW CURRENTLY STARRING IN FLOWER OF EVIL WHICH WILL BE ON ANOTHER POST AHDFOIASDHGALDSKJF FRIQ I AM IN LOVE WITH THAT MAN) 

BUT SERIOUSLY LOOK AT HIS PHOENIX EYES!!! HIS RAZOR SHARP FEATURES! HIS BIG ADORABLE EARS! HIS BEAUTIFUL EXCESSIVE BANGS! 4TH PRINCE WANG SO LOVE OF MY LIFE

SOMEONE PROTECT THIS BBY

2. Hwarang: Ok so right off the bat I am going to smack down a disclaimer that I can’t stand the female lead. TRULY CANNOT. Thus, I don’t like the romance, and only care about the love triangle as far as it just shows how sad and lonely one of the guys is. (Also there are scenes of dumb old men plotting and I don’t like them either). At the end of the show, I am happy that the one guy is NOT stuck with the female lead as his wife. Good for you sir

Sounds like a show to steer clear of then, right? WRONG. This is a show that you skip through because the scenes that are good? Are GREAT

Picture this: It is the Silla era of Korea, and the queen is ruling as regent in place of her son, who has been hiding all his life because everyone wants to kill him. Well, son is now grown and must soon come into the light and take the throne. Queen who both wants her son as king but also really likes being queen decides to do everyone a favor and form an elite fighting squad out of all the prettiest and most talented sons of nobles in the land, with the idea that they will be loyal only to the throne, and thereby keep their dads from plotting to destroy everything. 

Let me tell you something, these ARE the prettiest boys in the land. Good hair, good jawlines, beautiful smiles—the cast lineup includes Park Hyung Sik and his cute lil elf ear, Park Seo Joon, Taehyung (yes from BTS!), and Choi Minho from Shinee, plus two other actors who are lesser known but who are drop-dead gorgeous. Anyway. Sorry, but they really are all beautiful. 

The fun thing is they don’t all get along right away, a few of them are VERY much opposed to the other for various reasons, but they all have to bond and become brothers in arms. And what they don’t know is that the real king snuck in and is one of them. 10/10 I would die for the boys! (also Tae has an older half-brother who is a lower rank than him but whom he looks up to and that makes for cuteness and pain) Once you skip the boring or annoying parts of the show, the rest has so much delight, laughter, and oops pain, lots of pain. I want to go re-watch. 

Two other things I should mention about the show: a super soft side romance between secondary characters and a game of, as they call it in the show, HOT SOCCER 

^pretty boy 1 (with the cute elf ear sadly on the other side of his head)

^pretty boy 2 (sad cheekbone bby) and pretty boy 3 (happy cheekbone bby)

^pretty boy 4 (the prettiest of them all, and he knows it!)

^pretty boy 5 (aka Taehyung danced around the set of a historical drama and made everyone adopt him as their bby) 

3. Faith/The Great Doctor: This is a longer kdrama at 24 episodes and they didn’t have much of a budget so special effects aren’t the best or anything but I just got really attached to all the characters? This is another modern girl goes back in time but UNLIKE SHR it actually has a happy ending, so if you need a historical drama cleanse after that tearjerker/enrager, this could be it for you

Eun Soo has to navigate the ancient kingdom, keep people believing she is a heavenly doctor with special powers, and keep Choi Young alive so he can fulfill his promise of returning her to her own time. The problem with that is Choi Young does have kind of a death wish because of reasons—

Eun Soo is a plastic surgeon who would really like a rich handsome husband one day but them’s the breaks for you, aka she has had no luck in that department. Back in ancient Korea, Choi Young (played by Lee Minho in sadly the only role I really love him in) is a high-ranking beloved captain who can fall asleep anywhere. Oh he can also make electricity with his hands! :D

The story begins when the sleepy sad captain tries to escort the new king and queen to their palace. This was during the time period when ancient Korea was basically a puppet kingdom/tributary of ancient China (Yuan). The king (who is very smol and lacks confidence, but still has a good heart for his country) lived as a hostage in Yuan for many years, and his wise tol queen is a princess of that land, and someone needs to sit them down and make them talk because they actually love each other a lot. Anyway, when the queen gets injured by assassins, Choi Young goes searching for a legendary doctor, winds up in modern Korea, and steals both Eun Soo and a SWAT shield, because hey, it looked cool I guess

Lots of fun things in the show: Choi Young has a crew of soldiers who are BEYOND loyal to him, and while he doesn’t think much of the king at first because he’s been burned by kings before, they slowly become bros and shippers on deck for each other. Eun Soo does not lose her spunk or loyalty unlike other people I could mention *cough*HaeSoofromScarletHeartRyeo*, and it cracks me up when she curses people out. There are also a bunch of people (mostly bad guys) running around with special powers or gifts, including a flame lady and a flute boy, and the latter wears delightful anime wigs, keeps his sword in his flute, and plays his flute to kill—literally! I love flute boy very much 

sorry it’s black and white but DO YOU SEE THE SWAT SHIELD

4. My Country: A New Age:

ANGST ANGST ANGST PAAAAAIN BUT ALSO BEST INTRO BEST FAVES BEST ACTORS

Picture this: two young men, who both hail from childhoods of trauma, who grew up together and are best friends, and who are tragically forced apart and end up on opposite sides of a conflict that threatens to upend the current rule of the kingdom. This IS the star-crossed brotp you’ve been waiting for!

Seo Hwi is the son of a general who died a criminal, and all he wants is to live simply and earn enough rice take care of his younger sister, who has seizures and a sweet crush on Hwi’s bestie. Hwi is the best softest most loyal boy with a good and true heart, a great deal of courage, and a talent for wielding a sword, and just wait till you see the best one-shot fight scene ever of him in battle, it is INCREDIBLE! (He is played by Yang Se Jong, who I now want to see more of) Hwi has an abundance of charisma points in that he picks up a small band of loyal soldier friends and they become the best little found family, lots of brotp-ness in this crew—do not mess with any of them because they will all FIGHT you

Seon Ho meanwhile is the illegitimate despised son of a powerful nobleman, only tolerated because the legitimate son died. Seon Ho loves his friend and is very protective of his friend’s little sister who crushes on him but his dad is a high class grade A power-hungry jerk and that causes complications of course. Seon Ho also has a good heart, he’s a gentle soul really, but he always gets stuck in bad positions and unfortunately makes a couple of difficult/bad choices so he hardens himself as much as he can but the consequences always kill him and he just wants to save his friends and destroy his dad and the stupid hierarchy that treats bastards as lesser. WHY IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK? 

Seon Ho he is played by Woo Do Hwan who has so much talent I die so many times over in this show just because of the way he portrays Seon Ho like that sad sad boy is one of my favorite characters evER! Is he problematic? At times maybe but I am HERE for him he just needs LOVE AND AFFECTION AND AN ABUNDANCE OF GOOD FRIENDS BUT INSTEAD (SOMETIMES THRU HIS OWN FAULT BUT HE ADMITS THAT) HE JUST SUFFERS AND SO I SUFFERRRR

*grabs a towel and dries up my tears*

Hwi also falls in love with a woman named Hui Jae (or was it Hee Jae i can’t remember) and they are very cute together, she’s pretty cool but the show’s one failing is arguably that they kind of underuse her in the plot as the story goes on? But I still like her and she still has a good role, and she is both brave and kind and not afraid to step in or tell people off, also keep a weather eye open for patching up scenes! 

Oh yeah, eVERYONE in this gets hurt/stabbed/shot/bloody, such a shame they have to take their shirts off to clean and bandage the wounds ;)

Last character I must mention is Bang Won, played by Jang Hyuk in his second interpretation of the historical figure. Bang Won is the fifth? son of the guy who becomes emperor/king, and he has his own plans for the country, so when Hwi catches his eye, he recruits him to his cause.  What you need to know about him is that he has issues with his dad, is slightly unhinged, and cannot and should not be parted from the fan that he constantly carries around with him. Gotta say, Jang Hyuk is FANTASTIC (heheheheheheh) in the role, able to convey all kinds of emotion in the rise and fall of his voice, in the tilt of his head, the tears of his eyes, the flick of his fan. Give this actor all the awards! 

To sum up: if you like to cry for days after watching a drama, if you like excellent heart-wrenching brotps, if you like conflicted characters, if you like amazing music and setting and plot, if you like guys with good hair and arm muscles (and 

abs, thank you shirtless scenes what) this show is a Must Watch 

DID I SAY STAR-CROSSED BROTP I MEANT SWORD-CROSSED BROTP ADKJFADLSKJFLKJDFALKDGKLJL </3

~

Ok I was going to leave the historical drama post at this for now but...I’m going to cheat a little and include the one historical C!drama I just finished.Yes folks I am talking about:

5. Nirvana in Fire:

Ok so maybe the switch from kdrama to cdrama makes you uncertain. Maybe the fact that this show has FIFTY-FOUR EPISODES makes you go hell no I don’t have enough time for that. Well if you overlook this show for those reasons, you are making, and I do not exaggerate, the greatest mistake of your show-watching life!

Look, first, this drama has one of the best, most intricate, most satisfying plots in history, with like 20 characters you would die for, and second, the episodes are only about 42 minutes each, which is shorter than most kdrama episodes, so you can deal.

Once upon a time there was a general/family who were just too good to exist in corrupt old China, so naturally they were framed for treason and there was a giant massacre and everybody died, including the eldest prince who was like um dad maybe this is all a horrible mistake and the king was like no u are the mistake. Sad times.

One of the many younger princes named Jing (A NOBLE HEART, if not always the cleverest) returns home from wherever he was, finds out that not only did his prince brother die, but so did his best friend/brother in the whole wide world, Lin Shu, son of the general. Because he insists on the innocence of said bros/family, Jing becomes an outcast prince and is shuffled off to fight in wars where he can’t cause any trouble. Meanwhile, Princess Nihuang, Lin Shu’s brave, awesome, amazing, wise, incredible girlfriend, refuses to marry anyone else, and because she is too cool to be messed with, nobody tries to banish her

Cut to I think eleven years later, when the two most powerful princes are vying to be the crown prince and heir to the throne. They both try to recruit the aid of a renowned clever and sassy strategist named Mei Changsu, to help them with plotting and PR and such.

Well little do they know that Mei Changsu is actually the not-dead Lin Shu, with a completely new face (for reasons), and that Mei Changsu is a chess master setting up a long con for the dual purpose of obtaining revenge/justice for the dead and of raising Prince Jing to the throne, since Prince Jing is the only man with a good enough heart and strong enough will to make China a better place for all the people. But just to make it hard on everybody, Mei Changsu is dead set on not telling anyone who he really is—again, for reasons. He is not always successful in keeping his secret.

I literally don’t know what else to say because there is so MUCH to say, so many characters to love, and I mean LOVE. How do you get a cast this good? How is everyone so different yet so important? How do you feel bad for the emperor even when he’s slimy? How do you have to stop yourself from rooting for the prince who would destroy some of your faves? I can’t praise the charisma and acting talent in this show enough! And the music! IS GORGEOUS!

1 strategist too sassy for his own good and too clever for everyone else’s good + 1 prince who loves his mom and his dead best friend and his dead older brother more than anything else in the world + 1 gentle wise mom + 1 eternally loyal princess who would defend her loved ones with the sword if necessary + 1 sassy Elrond healer man + 1 grumpy sulky baby who loves being a better fighter than almost everyone + 1 loyal to the death, brave badass general who is going to have a stress breakdown if the strategist doesn’t take better care of himself + not 1 but 2 good boys who deserve to be protected but who are willing to throw themselves into battle if necessary + 1 antagonist tiger prince who I love and am not ashamed to say it = THE BEST OF TIMES

^he hardly ever wears his hair down but when he does <33333333

*checks calendar* how soon is too soon rewatch something, asking for a friend

[thecrownnet]

weekendmagsocial  The Diana we’re desperate to meet. The return of The Crown [...]

*Spoilers Alert*

*Spoilers Alert*

The Diana we’re desperate to meet. The return of The Crown will feature assassinations, avalanches and the tension between the Queen and Mrs T. But the most anticipated entrance has to be Diana’s. Today Weekend tells how they’ve captured her charisma

[...] The upcoming fourth season will take Diana from her early days as a shy kindergarten teaching assistant to a fairytale princess and an iconic global figure, as well as explore the early days of her disastrous marriage to Prince Charles.Her entrance comes when it returns to our screens in November or December, almost exactly 40 years after Nigel Dempster revealed in the Daily Mail in 1980 that Charles had found his ‘future bride’, having transferred his attention to Diana Spencer from her older sister Sarah.

Like Diana at the time, the actress playing her in The Crown is also a young unknown. Emma Corrin, 24, is a privately educated Cambridge graduate, who didn’t go to drama school.

By coincidence she’s originally from Sevenoaks in Kent, where Diana went to West Heath School from the age of 12 to 16.

Aware of how challenging the role would be for any actress, the producers started their search with a desperate call for ‘a mesmerising new young star with extraordinary range.’

The brief added, ominously: ‘She has to play charming comedy, flirt and social exhibitionist on the world stage, desperate and lonely self-harmer at her lowest ebb and the kind of psychological intensity of Mia Farrow in Rosemary’s Baby.’

It would obviously be helpful too if she resembled Diana, and in some of the new scenes, as the kindergarten teaching assistant, and wearing a pink polka-dot dress on her 1983 tour of Australia, the likeness is uncanny.

Emma’s co-star Josh O’Connor, who plays Prince Charles, agrees, saying it was ‘spooky’ how much of a ‘breathtaking spitting image’ of Diana she was.

But Emma says she has never been told she looks like Princess Diana before – although strangely her mother, who works as a speech therapist, has been! ‘I have never had that,’ she adds. ‘I get told I look like a young Jodie Foster.’

Emma spent more than two hours a day in the make-up chair to achieve the Diana look, accentuating her doe eyes, and with several wigs re-creating the journey from ingénue to one of the most stylish women in the world.

Amazingly, she was still working hard for her final exams at Cambridge when she went through the auditions for The Crown.

‘They actually offered me the part in person,’ she says of her last audition. ‘It felt like I’d just been proposed to; it was the best moment of my life. There’s a lot of pressure, but I’ve been glued to the show since the first episode and to think I’m now joining this incredibly talented acting family is just surreal.’

Peter Morgan, the creator, writer and producer of The Crown, has complete confidence in her. ‘Emma is a brilliant talent who immediately captivated us when she came in for the part.

'As well as having the innocence and beauty of a young Diana, she also has, in abundance, the range and complexity to portray an extraordinary woman who went from an anonymous teenager to the most iconic woman of her generation.’

Like all the cast in this heavily researched production, she was given a large bundle of written material and documentaries to watch, and she spent hours on perfecting the princess’s distinctive high voice with a vocal coach and learning how to re-create her particular habit of glancing up from under her fringe, as well as her graceful way of moving.

It’s not an impression, I’m going for essence - Emma Corrin, who plays Diana ‘Something they have been making clear from the  start is that this is not an impression,’ says Emma.

‘I am going for essence. Any movement and voice work we have done has been figuring out why she talks the way she does, and how she was a massive departure from the Royal Family, a bit like Meghan is now I guess, by bringing something different in the way she talks.’

Season four brings back memories of naive young Diana, with a re-creation of that first photo, at the Pimlico nursery school where she worked, which showed her holding two of her charges while the sun shone through her skirt, revealing her shapely legs.

And it follows how she becomes hardened into a mature but troubled woman who is the toast of America.

The retelling of the royal romance starts with a traumatic event: the assassination of Charles’s beloved great uncle Lord Mountbatten (Charles Dance) who was killed, along with a grandson, a local boy and his son-in-law’s mother, by an IRA bomb hidden on his boat in Ireland in 1979.

Diana recalled how she’d watched Charles at the funeral on TV and when she saw him ten months later – the families were friends – she told him: ‘You must be so lonely? You know, it’s ghastly. You need someone beside you.’ He quickly decided he was in love.

Diana was turning 19 when she got together with Charles. He was 31. After 13 dates they were engaged. The rehearsal of their 1981 wedding at St Paul’s has been filmed in Winchester Cathedral with Emma wearing a replica of the blue floral dress Diana sported before the big day.

A later scene shows the joyful day when Diana, pregnant with Harry – with Emma sporting a fake baby bump – enjoyed an Easter Egg hunt at Buckingham Palace, chasing toddler William in the gardens.

The new episodes also focus on key moments – and key looks – from 1989, three years after Charles is thought to have resumed his affair with Camilla.  

In one scene Emma is seen outside The Savoy hotel in London, re-creating Diana’s appearance at the Barnardo’s Champion Awards.

Emma wears a floral one-shoulder dress, reflecting one of Diana’s favourite silhouettes – a style which suited her immensely but which the Establishment is said to have hated, deeming it ‘not royal’.

Having played Charles so sensitively in season three, Josh O’Connor, 30, says the heir to the throne will be portrayed in a harsher light this time. ‘Well, it’s the Diana years,’ he says.

‘If series three was to make people feel empathy for him, I guess we’re going to pull the rug from under him. We all have a set position on the dynamic between Diana and Charles. It’s been great to have the ability to either fight against that or, at times, acknowledge it and to challenge any question of, “Did he ever love her?” Personally, I think he must have done.

'There’s a wealth of layers to Charles and Diana, and I have loved seeking that out.

'I think Diana wasn’t completely innocent – I’m talking fictionally, in our story – so there are ups and downs. There’s the difficulty with Camilla and the whole family, so it’s going to be, hopefully, an interesting arc.’

Josh says they all enjoyed delving into an era which is so crucial to the modern Royal Family. ‘Everything changed when Diana came onto the scene,’ he says.

‘I think she changed the game, and modernised them, and made them relevant again.’

Also returning are Emerald Fennell as Camilla and Erin Doherty as feisty Princess Anne.

The real Anne revealed recently that she’d watched early episodes of the show, which she found ‘quite interesting’.

Peter Morgan says, ‘So many people asked me, after she first appeared, to put more of her in there.

Anne’s often overlooked. But Erin’s portrayal means that everybody has fallen in love with her. I read that searches about her on Google went through the roof, she’s now one of the most popular royals.’

Prince Andrew’s romantic life is set to come under the spotlight too. His most famous affair was with actress Koo Stark, who is said to have threatened to sue producers if the portrayal of her is negative, while the period covered in this series also sees him marry Sarah Ferguson.

Meanwhile, Edward is seen growing up and going to university.

There was a rush to finish filming before lockdown was announced.

It meant one key scene of an avalanche had to be moved from the Pyrenees to Ben Nevis.

The incident is likely to be a re-creation of the fatal moments in 1988 when a skiing party including Charles was caught in an avalanche in Klosters.

Major Hugh Lindsay, a former equerry to the Queen, was killed and Charles was seen weeping as he was helicoptered off the slopes.

The bizarre affair when Michael Fagan broke into the Queen’s bedroom in Buckingham Palace in 1982 will also feature in this run, but the 1987 It’s A Royal Knockout embarrassment, when the lesser royals dressed in medieval garb to play games for charity, is mercifully absent.

Once this series is over, an older cast are preparing to take the lead roles, with Imelda Staunton as the Queen and Lesley Manville as Princess Margaret.

They are due to start filming next year, and die-hard fans will be cheered by Peter Morgan’s recent change of heart, when he announced in July that there will be a sixth series to come.

The Crown will return to Netflix later this year.    

- Source: Daily Mail August 14, 2020

*It has just been announced that Jonathan Pryce will portray Prince Philip in season 5 and 6.

[feverinfeveroutfic]

chapter thirteen: the boys next door

That initial journal stayed under the cushion even when Sam had gone home with the new journal tucked under her arm, and it stayed there as the month progressed along and she made more and more art in those pages. She had to put it all in by the middle of March in order to start school come the fall of that year, and given she had no exact income at the moment, she needed to hustle along with the journal to earn a grant for herself. Ruben and Esmé lent her a bit of money for the first month's rent, but after that, she needed to move it forth with her artwork.

The drawing of Frank and Charlie gave her enough of a boost to continue onward.

But she thought of the man in her dreams, the man with the white streak at the crown of his head.

She wondered about that streak in his hair, if it was something powerful and loaded with all the mental power she could ever imagine. Indeed, at times when she lay down at times at the end of the day, she envisioned him on the back of her eyelids. The streak was so familiar, and so bright under the hazy light of the dreamy sun. She brought her gaze down to his body and he faded out into nothing with the rest of the dream world. She would reach out to feel him and yet he always faded out to nothing.

Even without feeling him, she knew he was soft. Soft and gentle to the touch, as if she tried to touch a low cloud. Sam needed to feel him out some more before she could give him a drawing in her journal. She did however make portraits of Aurora as well as one of her parents based on a framed photograph that Ruben sent her, and Charlie and Marla, the latter of whom took a photograph of themselves embraced in a hearty open kiss.

She had taken out a few sets of pencils from her bag, colored pencils for Charlie and Marla, and the soft gray graphites for her parents. Charlie's wavy dark hair, much like Frank's hair, had so much texture and so many shades of golden and orange all around the crown, and yet his face was a bit fuller and rounder, and the cleft in his chin was extra prominent from the shadows around them. Marla's orange hair shone so bright in the camera light and the pink and blue streaks resembled to little neon lights: a little bit of the white pencil in the middle of those stripes to give them an extra sparkle. He had kept his lips pursed even with the smile on his face, and his skin had such a soft little blush to it.

The drawing of them took her a whole afternoon: she had sat down with it the first thing in the morning, and yet the over hanging possibility that she couldn't even so much as pay her rent pervaded her every thought. The possibility that she could wind up like one of those homeless men down in Brooklyn by all those music shops loomed over her head like a heavy dead weight: no money for Emile and he would have to show her the door, not even after three months of living there. She had no idea if the whole shindig with Stormtroopers of Death would hold any water given that was more of a straight up demo tape on the side of the main endeavor than anything. If something did come out of it, she hoped that Charlie and Scott kept their word and she found herself walking along with a slice of that delicious pie herself.

She held onto the colored pencils as if they were the rungs of the ladder in the fire escape next door to her. Charlie's olive complexion in contrast to Marla's milky skin. It all melted together into a cocktail right before her eyes. Every stroke of the orange and the gold, every time she blended it all together with the edge of the white pencil. It was all bringing her closer to staying there in the apartment complex.

Within time, she signed her initials at the bottom of the page. She dared not date the drawing, lest someone in admissions ask her about it and come to the realization that it was a rush job on her part. She made herself dinner and then stayed up a little bit later to work on the drawing of her parents. She had Ruben and Esmé's heads sketched out and part of their hair filled in with the firm graphite when she felt her eyelids drooping at the realization that she had been drawing all day, away from the world and the hearty spring rain outside her window. She kept the drawing out on her desk before she switched off the light and crawled into bed.

The mysterious man in her dreams appeared once again, and that time, he had crouched down next to the edge of the cliff, which right next to the house. The wind billowed his otherwise black hair over his head and he kept his hands pressed to the cold dark earth underneath him. He squinted his eyes against the burning sun behind him; Sam glanced to her left to behold the sight of the house, a dilapidated two story with a hideous faded pea green paint job and a shingle roof with most of the shingles missing. Her eyes wandered up to the chimney, which was nothing more than a metal tube of the same green color; behind that was a pair of filthy skylight windows. She lowered her gaze to the front doors, a pair of French doors with broken glass and something dangling from the shards near the top of the door frame. The porch looked as though it was about to collapse if the earth shook a little too hard.

But he crouched down at the end of the pathway in front of her; to his left was a series of low scraggly bushes, each of them without their proper flowering. It was springtime and yet nothing was blooming. Meanwhile, behind him stood the steep drop and she couldn't hardly see anything else beyond that. Mere bright white light courtesy of the midday sun.

She lifted her gaze to the sky: not a single cloud in the vast blue canopy over her head. The sky never appeared more blue than it did at that very moment. A weeping willow stood behind her and she had no idea where the next noose would appear on the branches.

The sun shone down on his white streak and his handsome face. He was like a ghost, the ghost of a young men she had neither met, nor touched, nor felt for herself, and she wanted him for herself. His slender knees only appeared to be more slender from his dark jeans, and his little body seemed large and small at the same time. A tall boy and yet he seemed so small and helpless at the same time.

A pained droning caught her ear and she turned her head again. Something big, blue, metallic, and conic spiraled out of the sky to her right. He turned his head for a look himself.

It was an airplane, or so she believed it to be: it resembled an ocean buoy but with narrow wings on its body. A stream of gray smoke billowed out from between the tail fins.

He turned his head to the opposite side as it tried to catch itself. His eyes widened at the sight of it.

“Get away from there!” she called out; her voice echoed out over the canyon before them, and yet it sounded as though she stood underwater. But instead, he stood to his feet and he darted up the path towards her: his jet black hair streaked behind his head like the wings of a bird. That white stripe burned in the hot sun behind him, and he skidded to a stop right before her.

Meanwhile, the airplane had lifted and adjusted itself over the far side of the porch but it stalled right over the railing. She had no idea if there was someone on board it, especially since it looked so small. It dove nose first into the side of the cliff, right where he was squatting, and it burst into flames. The scraggly bushes around it ignited: it was going to become a brush fire soon enough and burn the house down.

“You've got to help me,” he begged her; he called her name but he sounded so far away from her, even though he stood right before her. “Help me put this out!”

“Where's the shovel—” she wondered aloud. She turned her head again and she spotted the heavy wooden shovel leaned against the low brick wall. She picked up and she forced the head of it into the dirt before them, and she hurled the thick heavy clods of dirt onto the raging flames. He had run to the far side of the property in search of the fire hose.

“You gotta help us!” he cried out to the street. “You gotta help us! This place is gonna burn to the ground if we don't have the water!”

Sam continued to dig into the earth and hurl dirt onto the flames. It helped a bit, but a fire hose hooked up to the hydrant outside of the property would do the trick given it was a gasoline fire. So much fire for such a tiny little plane. Gasoline burned onto the dry brush against the tapestry of the blinding sun before her: it all burned so bright and powerful that it began to choke her.

“Where are you, little man,” she pleaded as her arms ached from the incessant digging. “Where are you, baby—” Her arms were sore and tired from the whole thing, and the vast amount of sweat which drenched her back only made the matter more agonizing. He was nowhere to be seen, and the fire continued to burn away at the brush.

That was when she woke up, cozy, warm, and dry under the safety of her blankets. Her fingers on her left hand tingled and her left shoulder ached. She had been laying on that side for so long. She rolled over onto her back and took her hand out from under the covers, and she shook her hand about to get the blood flowing once again. She then lay her arm atop the covers so she could feel the cold of the apartment around her.

Yet another dream where she saw that man with the fear of god in his eyes. Afraid and in a vulnerable place. She opened her eyes and gazed up at the pitch dark ceiling over her: the only light emanated from the amber street lights outside.

The entire building was silent except for the heavy rain on the roof. She sighed through her nose and she thought of her parents.

That drawing of her parents!

Night still kept in place outside, and yet time was of the essence. She pushed back the covers and slid out of bed. Using the ambient light from the street, she made her way over to her desk and switched on the little light on the side. She shielded her eyes with her hand and blinked several times until they adjusted to the shock of the pale yellow light.

She gazed on at the photograph Ruben had sent her: the black and white shot of the two of them after he had taken Esmé to a secret place and asked her to marry him, with her arms around his shoulders and her head leaned against the side of his. She had always wanted to have someone propose to her that same way: out in the wilderness and with no one else there to disturb them. It was one of those things that seemed so romantic and far removed from the world.

But for the time being, she was bunked away in her room in the middle of the night, with a graphite pencil in hand and her journal plunked open before her. Her tired eyes took glimpses at the photograph so she could feel it down to its very core and transcribe it all onto the smooth white silken paper.

She thought of the dream she had had, and how it all felt the most real of all the dreams she experienced with the mysterious man with the white stripe in his hair. Her arm still ached from laying on her side for so long, but she swore she and him were fighting off a fire together. She swore she heard his name, she heard herself say his name aloud to him, but it all faded out into a fog with the fire and the intense sun on their backs.

Sam picked up the thicker graphite for their dark heads of hair and the rich shadows all around Ruben’s round face and nice neck. She held the pencil on its side for a bit of smoothness on his skin and the bones all inside: she held it the same way for Esmé‘s thick dark hair and the round shape of her face. The grains of the paper held the graphite as if they were little pools of water.

The sound of the graphite’s edge filled her ears to the point it stopped being a noise. Everything else fell away into total silence and she was left alone with the journal and the photograph before her.

Before she knew it, she was met with the first kisses of the golden morning sun outside her window. The bitter Northeast cold had finally cleared away for the first little seedlings of the springtime: the near black rain clouds hung over the New York skyline like a heavy blanket, while the sun shone so bright through the windowpane next to her. Sam lifted her head from the drawing and she was met with the fierce light of the sun: the dream was still fresh in her mind as she signed her name at the bottom of the page.

She leaned back in her chair and gazed on at it.

She kept making Esmé‘s right eye too large and thus she had to cover most of her bottom eyelid with extra graphite. She hoped the admissions people would overlook the fact that she overworked it a bit. But every time she glanced away from it and returned to it with fresh eyes, she grimaced at the fact it looked as though her mother had been punched in the face.

Sam fetched up a sigh and stood to her feet to put on a small pot of coffee. Marla and Aurora helped her buy a coffee maker for herself the weeks prior: there was only so many times she could run downstairs and wake up Frank for a cup of coffee. He always greeted her with a smile and a good morning, but she knew that if they were to go tour in the coming months along with her attending school, she had to do something while she still had time.

As the coffee brewed away in the kitchen, she returned to her journal and a brand new page. That mysterious man in her dreams still stayed firmly in mind. She could see him. She could feel him. Even if he didn’t exist, she could feel him.

She had that other drawing of him in her other journal, but she needed to see him in physical form. It was going to drive her insane if she did nothing about it.

She picked up the hardest graphite and sketched out his head. That crown of dark hair complete with that shock of white over his forehead. She closed her eyes to see him again, crouched down low to the ground, and his slim body the darkest spot against the otherwise bright sun. She could make out the shape of his lanky arms and his large hands, the latter of which he kept on the ground.

She closed her eyes again to see his face. The coffee maker let out a soft ding but she was more focused on him. His deep set eyes and his prominent nose and cheekbones. Everything about him stood out the more she thought about him.

She rounded out the drawing with a bit of extra shading near his shoulders. She gazed on at him, right into his ghostly eyes and his faint face. She would have to return to him after her cup of coffee and a bite of breakfast.

Within time, Frank had showed up to her front door with a green flyer in hand.

“What’s this?” she asked him: she recognized the name of Metallica near the top of the paper, but the other names were complete unknowns.

“It’s actually a flyer for something completely different, but Stormtroopers are playing at that venue tonight,” he explained.

“I was just gonna say, the date on this is wrong, too. This came and went!”

“Metallica is going to be there, though,” he pointed out as he never changed his expression. “They’re here in New York to discuss their new record with Jon.”

“Already?” She was stunned.

“Yeah! Welcome to the world of albums, Sam babe.”

She brought her attention back to the flyer for the club name: L’Amour, down in Brooklyn.

“They played here back in January,” Frank continued as he took his seat on her couch, “like right after when we first met, but—”

“You didn't tell me 'cause you didn't know me that well yet,” she finished for him.

“Exactly!” He raised his eyebrows at her. “Well, now that we have a little relationship of sorts between us, I think it's time we introduce you to the guys.” That smile full of star’s teeth crossed his face.

“Are they even here yet?” she eagerly asked him.

“I think they are. I dunno if they're going to be there tonight or not, though. But yeah, they're literally like the guys next door to us. Well—” He shrugged his narrow shoulders. “—I shouldn't say 'literally'. They're from your neck of the woods, as I'm sure you know.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“But they might as well be the guys next door to us,” he continued. “They've rehearsed with us, they've discussed touring with us, and they've jammed so many times 'round here and over in Jersey. They might as well be from around here.”

“All of us hailing from California hangin' out with New Yorker boys,” she remarked as she ran her fingers through her dark hair.

“The coasts united,” he declared as he folded his hands together before him. “United and coming together under the realm of music.”

He dropped his eyes to her bedroom doorway.

“What’chu thinking ‘bout?” she quipped.

“Your art,” he replied without hesitation. “How it’s gonna go places.”

“We can hope that,” she noted.

“I know for a fact it will. It’s unique enough—it’ll be everywhere before we know it.”

She thought of that mysterious man in her journal. She needed to finish him and bring him to fruition when she found a moment.

“So are we gonna hitch a ride with someone or take the subway there?” she asked him.

“Yeah, we’re definitely gonna hitch a ride with Aurora and Marla,” he answered with a little nod of his head. “There’s no way all of us are gonna go there via the subway. I should probably tell you that we’re gonna be leaving at about three, give or take. It’s only an hour drive but Charlie and Marla are both scared shitless of traffic.”

“So plenty of time to get dressed and have something to nosh on,” she added as she glanced over at the time on the microwave.

“Exactly! I’ll give you some privacy, too—“ He stood to his feet and he ambled over to the door.

“See you in a bit, Frankie,” she called after him. Once she was alone again, she darted into her room to shade in that drawing. There may not be another chance to do so with that mysterious man.

The heavier graphite flowed onto his hair: she drew around the shock over his forehead, and she would have to save it for the harder graphite. His deep eyes gazed back at her as she used the sharp tip of the softest graphite to bring them forth.

A thoughtful little Mona Lisa smile and smooth silky skin on his face and neck later, and she had him right there on the paper.

She stared at him in silence. She had him right there before her, out of the realm of the dream. Even after the other drawings she had made and a few other ones she was to make in the coming few days, she knew that one would be the centerpiece of it all. When she signed her initials at the bottom of the page, she titled it “the man from beyond the veil.”

Without wasting any more time, she set down her pencil and she crossed the room to her dresser.

It was an overcast but warm spring day in New York City and thus she put on a pair of little yellow shorts and a black sleeveless top: this club was an unknown to her, but she had a hunch it was going to get rather warm in there that evening.

Within time, she slung her purse over her shoulder and headed on downstairs to meet up with Frank, Charlie, Aurora, and Marla. They piled into Aurora’s car and took the long drive down to Brooklyn.

At one point, Marla rolled down the window and peered up to the afternoon sun in her sunglasses.

“Beautiful day in the neighborhood!” she declared over the roar of the traffic.

She tucked her head back into the car and smoothed down her orange hair with one hand. Sam tipped her head back and took in the cool breeze through the open window.

Charlie air drummed to a beat he had written for the new record, and he even began banging his head at one point.

“Easy there, Char,” Frank advised him, “remember the last time you did that while we were driving?”

“Almost went off the road,” he recalled. “Still—I got the music in me, though.” He kept on air drumming, even as they went around a corner and crossed over into the heart of Queens. Frank peered into the rear view mirror at the three girls in the back seat, and then he fetched up a sigh.

Within time, they reached Brooklyn and Frank brought them to the tiny club that was L’Amour, and at that point, the sun hung low in the sky. Almost showtime.

Indeed, Sam spotted four men congregated near the side door, each of them with heads of long lustrous hair.

“I assume that’s Metallica,” Aurora remarked.

“That it is, Aurora babe,” Charlie answered with a little smile on his round face. They took to the parking spot right in front of them, and they climbed out one by one.

“Frankie and Charlie,” the brown haired boy greeted them when they came within earshot, and he peered over his black horn rimmed sunglasses at the three girls behind them, “and three female specimens!” He spoke with an odd accent, and not one native to the Northeast, either.

Frank put his arm around Aurora.

“Ladies, these are our friends—James—” He gestured to the tall boy with the long golden blond hair down past his shoulders. “—Kirk—” The baby faced boy with the head full of rich black curls. “—Lars—” The short boy with the round face and feathery brown hair who greeted them. “—and Cliff.” The extra tall boy with the long smooth hair down to his shoulders.

“And guys, this is Aurora, Marla, and Sam,” Charlie followed up.

“Always nice to see some girls every now and then,” James declared in a big booming voice and with a nod of his head.

“We’ve getting a lot more ladies in our crowds, though,” Lars pointed out.

“Well, you guys don’t really wanna mess around with these girls, though,” Frank said, “they were there when Charlie, Scott, and Billy recorded the tape for Stormtroopers.”

“They’re our first V.I.P.s,” Charlie added with a wag of his finger.

“We’re not worthy, then,” Kirk said with his arms outstretched, which brought a giggle out of both Sam and Marla.

“Drinks on us, too,” Cliff followed suit, and he reached behind him for something: a big wide brimmed felt hat, which once he put it on, made him look like a real life cowboy. He led them all into the tiny club behind them: Sam gaped at his literally bowing his head before he stepped inside. She moseyed up to Lars, who has taken off his sunglasses and revealed to her big bright green eyes and a tiny pockmark under his right eyebrow.

“I really like your accent,” she told him, “where are you from?”

“Denmark,” he replied, “I moved here to the States about five years ago.” He turned his head towards her. “I originally came here to play tennis.”

“How'd you get with these guys?” she asked in a low voice.

“Let's just say that—magic happens when you branch out and seek out new horizons. I put an ad in this magazine called Recycler in search of a guitarist to jam with and James and his friend Ron just so happened to see it one day.”

“What happened to him?”

“Ron? He couldn't take it, so we sought out Cliff up in the Bay Area—we were based out of Los Angeles at the time.” Lars guided her to the small wooden table on the side of the room; Marla lingered back with them while Aurora followed Charlie and Frank to the far side of the room, the site of the low dim lit stage. James and Cliff towered over each of them.

“By the way, if anyone asks, Metallica is my band,” he said in a low voice. “James found me.”

“James found you,” Sam echoed.

“James found you,” Marla followed up.

“James found me and then we found Cliff and—Kirk took the place of Dave, our original guitarist, from a fellow Bay Area band, Exodus. He's been with us only two years at this point.”

“What happened to Dave, anyway?” Marla asked him as she tugged down the hem of her camisole, and then she pressed her hands to her hips as she stood before the edge of the table.

“He was a bad drunk,” Lars explained, “like really bad. Well, we're all into our vodka and beer and everything, but he goes absolutely ape shit with it, though. I wanted to give Dave another chance at it after we gave him a warning but, at that point, we already had Kirk on the phone and ready to jam with us down in New Jersey. We gave him a bus ticket back to L.A. and—he has a band with him now, though. Uh—Megadeth, they're called.”

“Sounds more ferocious than Anthrax,” Sam remarked.

“Yeah, I guess it's—named after the magnitude of a nuclear explosion. Real twisted but fascinating at the same time.”

“So he was a bad drunk?” she asked him with a raise of her eyebrows.

“Oh, yeah. James, Cliff, and I, too much vodka and we turn into clowns. Dave? He got violent and admittedly a little terrifying. In retrospect, I don't want any of us to be around that. I don't know about him, but that's how I feel, though.” He turned his head to Marla.

“Have a seat,” he encouraged her, and she lunged behind her for a chair from the closet table.

“Marla—Taylor, right?” He gestured to her.

“Yeah. From Hell's Kitchen.”

“And I'm Sam Shelley from California,” Sam followed up.

“Ah, a California girl yourself! By mere circumstance we were all drawn together. Now, Marla, I know you're an artist just from what Charlie told me, but what about you, Sam?”

“I'm an artist, too.”

“And according to Frankie and Charlie, she's going to go places with it, too,” Marla added with a twinkle in her eye. Lars flashed Sam a grin.

“I'm curious now,” he admitted.

“Well, my journal is back at my place up in the Bronx,” she pointed out, and she couldn't resist the mirrored grin on her face, “but you oughta come on over at some point, though.”

Lars flashed her a wink and within time, the waitress came on over with a round of drinks courtesy of Cliff. Within time, more patrons came into the club to see Stormtroopers of Death for their first gig, or so Sam thought.

“So where's Charlie at, you reckon?” Lars asked Marla.

“I dunno,” she confessed with a shrug of her bare shoulders, “he went backstage and that's about it. I haven't seen him in over an hour, I just realized. They're going on soon, I know that much. Like in twenty minutes, give or take.” She tugged the bottom hem of her camisole again before she stood to her feet.

“Want me to watch your things, girls?” Lars offered. “I have no problem doing it.”

“Please,” Sam said with a gesture back to him. She followed Marla across the dark floor to the side of the stage, across a series of cables strewn about the floor, and into the narrow backstage area. Charlie staggered towards them with his hair disheveled and his shirt pushed up his body; at some point, he had changed his clothes for show time. Even standing several feet away, Sam could smell the vodka on his breath. He hiccupped and shot out one hand before him.

“Sorry—I'm drunk,” he sputtered.

“Obviously.” Sam chuckled but she stifled it once she realized he had to go onstage soon. Charlie fell right onto the seat of his pants and he gasped at the feeling. He looked up at Sam and Marla in a daze: the color had left his face and his lips were so dry and parched from the alcohol. He showed them a sickly little smile and he reached out for them.

“Help me out here, Sam—” Marla grunted, and the two of them held onto his hands and yanked back. He almost yanked them back onto the floor next to him, but Sam buckled her knees and they pulled him up off the hard floor. He clutched at his brow to steady the feeling in his head. He reached out with his other hand to steady himself. Marla put her arm around his back, while Sam took to his right side to ensure he would stay standing. She eyed the figure of Darth Vader on his shirt, and the whole thing behind Stormtroopers of Death, the thing Frank had told her in the two months before, popped into her mind.

“Charlie, what's going on with Stormtroopers of Death?” she asked right into his ear. But the man had had his share of alcohol, that even standing right there next to him, she knew he didn't hear her.

“CHARLIE!” Marla shouted over the wall of noise around them.

“Huh?” He lifted his head for a delirious glimpse over at her.

“Sam wants to ask you a question!” she declared. He turned his head in Sam's direction.

“What's going on with Stormtroopers of Death? I got my grant for school but I'm still short on money, though. I have to pay back my parents and pay my rent.”

“Oh, we're goin' on tour next month,” he blurted out. “I was gonna tell ya but—” He hiccupped and bowed his head. “—it just kinda happened all at once.”

“You mean it?” She gasped and grinned at him.

“Oh, yeah. I dunno if I was allowed to even tell ya or not, but—yeah. We're gonna play here at L'Amour starting next month. We get paid and you do, too.” He showed her a sickly grin but she could care less if he was inebriated. Sam flung her arms around him which took him aback.

“Oh, yeah—yeah, I love you, too.” His hands caressed up her back, but then his body shuddered and shook.

“Are you okay?” she asked him as she stood back to look right into his face. The color had long left his face, but in its place came something that was the color of old wet paper.

“Oh—” he moaned out, and he pursed his lips together.

“Over here, Charlie,” Marla guided him towards the door behind them; Charlie turned away from Sam and he pushed open the door. No sooner had he pushed it open when he vomited onto the sidewalk outside.

“Oh, jeez,” Sam winced at the very sound of it.

“Yeah,” Marla agreed as she hung right next to her. “When'll these boys learn that drinking's not good for you?”

“Hopefully soon,” said Sam as she adjusted the strap of her bra. “I'd hate to see their beautiful bodies get all ravaged by too much booze.”

“Beautiful bodies?” Marla chuckled.

“Yeah. When I was drawing you and him for school, I couldn't believe how gorgeous his hair is. I made that drawing with colored pencil, too, so it was all full and lush, rich with texture. Also—” Sam glanced around to ensure they were alone there. “—keep this between you and me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Marla nodded her head; Sam extended her pinky finger for her to take, and they linked fingers together. The rich dark red garnet on her index finger glittered under the backstage lights.

“When they were recording Stormtroopers of Death, and Frankie and I were in that closet,” Sam recalled, “he let me feel his hair and his scalp. Like legitimately run my fingers through his hair so I could feel it better before I got down to brass tacks with the drawing.”

Marla gaped at her.

“Really?” she lowered her voice down enough so they would remain out of earshot.

“Yeah. It was—it was something.” Sam folded her arms across her chest.

“What's it like?”

“His hair?”

“Yeah.”

“A lot like Charlie's. Full and lush, but smoother, though. I can tell Charlie's got a lot more curling going on and a lot more split ends, too.”

“Oh, yeah, he does.”

“But Frankie's hair is like—I wanna say silky. I almost didn't want to stop doing it, and I knew he didn't want me to stop, either. Like he was really enjoying it.”

“Like a little too much?” Marla chuckled at the sound of that.

“Yeah...” Sam's voice trailed off, and she leaned her head to the side a bit; Marla turned around so she could see Charlie still at the door. He tugged it closed and very slowly and cautiously, he shuffled around and pressed his hands to his hips. His mouth hung agape and even from a distance, they could smell it on his breath. At least the color returned to his face.

“Would you like a drink of water?” Marla offered him.

“Please,” he begged her. “Please, please, please, god, please.”

“I'll be right back,” Sam told them with a raise of her finger. She doubled back to the side of the stage to fetch a glass of water for him, but something caught her foot. She glanced down at the cables on the floor. She had no idea where they led to, but she tripped.

She landed hard on her knee and yelped out in pain. Lars said something from across the room. Sam wriggled her foot from the cable but the whole space was dark, and not enough light to give her any sort of help. Her knee and her ankle throbbed in pain: she tore at the cables and she finally managed to break free. But when she stood to her feet, she lost her balance.

She fell to the floor once again and grimaced from the pain. Marla and Charlie were nowhere to be found.

“Are you alright?”

She looked up to find Joey over her. She rubbed her eyes with her free hand to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

“Are you alright?” he asked her again, but that time in a hushed voice, to which she locked onto his handsome sun kissed face. Stray tendrils of that jet black hair dangled down from the side of his head like the tentacles of an octopus. The blue white light from the ceiling overhead shone on the crown of his head and on part of his face: his brown skin glowed within the soft light all around them. His slim little body loomed over her; she kept her hand pressed on his lower leg as if she was about to lose him.

She gazed up into his brown eyes, extra dark against the blue and white around them.

“Yeah. I'm more than alright, actually.” The words left her lips even as her leg ached. He showed her a sweet little smile, complete with a row of crooked little off white teeth. She spotted a small gap in the left side, like his teeth never came in properly when he was growing up.

“Here, lemme help you—” He held onto her hands and tugged her up onto her feet. Her left knee and ankle seared in the pain but she managed to stand on both feet. He kicked a bunch of the cables away from her so they could have a path to the light.

“Let's go over here,” he coaxed her. “It's quiet and calmer.” Joey put his arm around her shoulders to help her into the next room. He guided her away from the darkness and towards a spare door on the side of the room. Inside of there was a low comfortable looking chair and a footstool. Joey helped her to the chair; he kept one hand on her shoulder and he let her sit down on the soft cushion. He nudged the footstool closer to her.

“Here—” He reached down with his hands under her ankle, and he hoisted it up onto the top cushion. Sam shifted her weight and she pushed herself back into the chair. He stood over her to make sure she was comfortable.

“Thank you, Joey,” she breathed out to him.

“Can I get you anything?” he offered her. “A pack o' ice? A little drink of water?”

“Both of those, please,” she grunted from the pain. “My purse, too—Lars has it.”

“Okay, I'll be right back,” he promised her in a gentle voice. He ducked out of the room, and in turn left her alone with her throbbing ankle. Sam fetched up a sigh and rested her hands on the arm rests. Her heart pounded in her chest, even though the adrenaline began wearing away. The pain was almost too much to bear for her even as she held perfectly still and kept her leg in place on the foot rest.

She pinched her eyes shut and leaned her head back onto the top of the cushion. She hoped that Charlie would keep his word and she would see a paycheck in her near future.

“Sam?”

She opened her eyes to find Joey at the doorway. He had put her purse over his shoulder and he cradled three water bottles in his arms.

“I wasn't able to find any ice, but this bottle right here is extra cold, though.” He set the middle bottle onto her ankle. The bite of the cold sent a chill up her spine, and yet it soothed the pain within seconds. He then handed her the bottle in his left hand, and she couldn't get the big drink of water into her mouth any quicker.

“Uh, let's see—” He peered about the room for something, and he set her purse down on her lap and he kept the third bottle for himself. He darted behind the chair for something and he emerged with a mirror in his free hand. Joey kept the door open and propped up the mirror on the far wall of the room.

“Show's gonna start in like two minutes,” he told her, out of breath. “We don't want ya to miss it, though.” He ducked towards the door again.

“Joey?” she called after him, to which he turned around for a look back at her, complete with his dark eyebrows raised in question.

“Thank you,” she told him in a broken voice, and he showed her a modest shrug of the shoulders.

“I saw ya fall,” he said, “and Marla and Charlie were nowhere to be seen and a lot of people were comin' in, too. I told Lars about it and he went 'oh my god! I hope she's okay' and I told him you were, and then I just came back here. But—let's try not to let this ruin the night, though.” He winked at her and she showed him a smile in return.

“If you need anything, I'll be right next to this door, okay?” he said to her.

“Yeah, of course.”

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Unforeseen Chasm (Part 70)

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.

Word Count:2610

Warnings:Wedding day! fluff, Banner babies, emotional day, heart to heart, fluff all around,  Song for this part: I Love you Always Forever - Betty Who Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my novels). It’s a collaboration with the amazing @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​​. It started as a funny “What if…?” and it evolved and got huge. This took two years to write. We are both proud and happy and we hope you enjoy it. It follows from Thor 1 to Endgame in the MCU. Some of the timelines may be off in order to fit certain people, and some characters may show up earlier or in different ways than they have in the movie. But for the most part, it follows the MCU. It also has a bit of crossover with some other Marvel characters throughout the story.

Masterlist for Unforeseen Chasm

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“Do we have everything?” you asked, nervousness alive in your voice. 

“Yes, for the last time, Y/N, everything is perfect,” Shannon replied. 

You were looking in the mirror, clad in your gorgeous veil, stunning dress, and breathtaking shoes. Shannon stood to your left, just behind you, her baby bump gone. She had a healthy boy and girl just a few weeks ago. You specifically planned the wedding so that she could be all healed in order to stand with you. 

“Well that’s everything, Y/N.” She did minor fixes to your hair and the veil. “Aww, my sister off to get married. Oh gosh I said I wouldn’t cry but here come the waterworks.” She sniffled. “You have no idea how happy I am for you right now.”

“Aww. Thank you, Shannon. I had no idea you’d get this choked up over me marrying Loki.”

“I just want you to know that no matter where this new chapter takes you, I’m always going to be there for you.” She smiled and fixed her makeup. “Now have you decided on taking the offer that Tony gave you about building a home on our land or if you have chosen a specific place in mind to help you guys get it built?” 

“Actually,” you responded, “I think Loki and I are gonna try it out here, on New Asgard. I’d like to get to know the community better, for real, you know? I really appreciate the offer. Maybe a little after the honeymoon?”

“Yeah of course.  You let us know when you’re ready after the honeymoon.” She held your hands. “I’m getting choked up because you're finally getting your happily ever after that you so deserve.” She teared up again.

You laughed. “You’re crying more than I am,” you teased. You pulled her into a tight hug. “I love you and I don’t know what I did to deserve a sister like you but I wish I knew. You are the biggest and best gift and miracle to my life that I’ve ever gotten.” 

“Okay no more crying I swear,” she laughed. “I love you so much, Y/N. We’ve come so far from where we were twelve years ago and through it all we did it together. I know your parents would be so proud of you.” 

For the first time today, tears sprang to your eyes. “Damn it, Shan, your crying is contagious.” You laughed through the tears, trying to delicately wipe your eyes without smudging your makeup. “I hope they’re proud. I wish I knew them, or knew how any of my life turned out.”

“I’m sure they know how it’s been and are more than proud.” She helped you with your makeup. “Well, it’s time,” she announced as she glanced to the clock on the wall. “We’ll see you out there, okay?” 

You nodded, taking a deep breath. 

Here we go. 

Shannon picked up her bouquet and left the room gracefully. In swept Tom and Clint, who both approached you with a grin. 

“Hey, kid. Congratulations,” Clint said sweetly as he approached. 

“Thank you,” you said lightly. 

“You ready?” Tom asked. 

“I’ve never been more ready for anything,” you breathed. 

You put your arm through each of theirs as they offered, and the doors to the little suite opened. 

When they did, perfect rays of sunshine and warmth flooded around you. Shannon was working a little to make sure the air wasn’t too cold, or the clouds didn’t threaten to rain, to make your day perfect. The sand on the beach was warm and inviting. 

You were on the shores of New Asagard, a beautiful island with amazing beaches. It was an easy choice for you and Loki when you saw it. 

The quartet played the Asgardian lullaby that Frigga had sung to you all as children for the bridal party to walk down the aisle. As you approached, Strange put a spell on you that would hide you from everyone’s view. Meanwhile a stunning white french doorway stood where the bridal party couldn’t be seen until it was time. 

Wanda and Tony stepped forward from opposite sides of the aisle, linked arms, and walked down the aisle to the tune. Followed by Shannon and Thor. Once the bridal party was situated on the “altar”, Peter walked down the aisle with the ring pillow. It was emerald and gold for Loki. Just behind him, Morgan skipped down the aisle throwing orchid petals, until finally -- the wedding march began playing. 

A few small steps up to the entry of the archway, and you, Clint, and Tom were ready to walk down. Stephen lifted the spell, and as everyone stood, they gasped in awe. 

Your eyes hit Loki in his all black tuxedo and you weren’t sure whether to weep at his beauty and the beauty of the moment, or to run headlong down the aisle into his arms. He stared at you as if he was seeing an angel for the first time. Thor gave him a pat on the shoulder as Shannon shot you two thumbs up and a big grin.

As you moved forward down the aisle, you gave a smile of love to the face of every friend and family that you passed, but all Loki could look at was you. 

Finally, you reached him, your breath halting at his stunning gorgeousness.

How had you gotten so lucky? 

The preacher asked who gave you away, and Clint and Tom both gave short answers. Clint patted your shoulder as Tom kissed your cheek. Tom went to sit beside Diane, and Clint went to the second row with his family. 

You took Loki’s hands and you felt a sense of life flow through you once more. Loki stared at you. 

“I love you,” you mouthed and he smiled at you. 

You were trying to listen to the preacher, but honestly, you just wanted this man as your husband as quickly as possible. He finally got to the point of the vows and you gave a smile before starting yours. 

“Loki, I’ve loved you for all of my life. My life, our lives, have been anything but conventional. I spent most of my life wishing I had a home, some place I belonged. I always felt out of step with this world. So when I went back to Asgard, I thought that I’d found my home, that's where I found my strength and belonging, but it was never Asgard - it was you. Wherever you are, you’re my home. I know what it’s like to live without you, twice, and I don’t ever want to do it again. You’re my world, you’re my partner, your my life, you’re my home, you’re my everything. I’ve been through Hell and back just to find you, but I’d do it all again, a million times if I had to, if it meant you came back to me.”

When you finished, you could hear a few sniffles and saw some people wiping their eyes. 

Loki gave you a small, sweet smile, the one he reserved for being coy and loving. He began his vows after the preacher prompted him with a small gesture. 

“Y/N, we’ve fought battles and wars together. We endured torture to protect each other. You selflessly jumped off a perfectly good bridge, just to be with me. You’ve seen me at my very worst times and never looked away. You loved me, embraced me, and supported me through every hellish thing we had to endure. Thank you for never giving up on me.  When you fell into the abyss with me, not knowing what would happen, you said, ‘I need you in my life more than you may know. I’ll go wherever you are’ and I have the same sentiments, my dear. When you first arrived at Asgard, some of your first words to me were that we would navigate our pasts together, and I feel we’ve done that exceptionally well, yet, now I can’t wait to explore our futures together. I love you more than I ever thought was possible to love another person, but for once in my life, I was wrong.” He shot you a grin and you couldn’t help but laugh as happy tears streaked down your face. 

After the vows, the preacher announced the exchanging of the rings, then he said, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.” 

Loki eagerly grabbed you, his slender fingers running through your styled hair as he pulled you close. You wrapped your arms around him, gripping him tight. In seconds, cheers and whistles erupted from the crowd. 

The two of you eventually let go of each other before you turned and faced everyone. 

“Everyone, I am pleased to present, Loki Odinson and Y/N Odinson!” the preacher called happily and everyone jumped up, shouting, cheering, hooray-ing. 

You two walked down the aisle as the photographers took several pictures before leading you to the area to get the portraits taken. Moments later, the bridal party was there to join you. After an hour of photos, you joined your guests at a quant area you’d had set up on the beach. The sun was still over the horizon, giving you plenty of time with everyone. 

There was a dancefloor put in, with the dining tables surrounding it, as fantastic food was being served. The band announced your arrival with Loki, and said you’d be doing your first dance now.

The two of you danced to a song you’d heard on one of your dates. Then Tony, Bruce, Shannon, and several others joined you on the dancefloor. All of you danced for several hours. You shared a dance with several men you cared for, some of them were Clint Thor, Tom, Stephen, Tony, and Steve. Remy even cut in at one point, causing you to feel a mingling of happiness, relief, and guilt. He assured you he was having a good time, that you looked the most beautiful he’d ever seen, and he was happy to see you happy. 

Thor and Shannon gave speeches, prompting both laughter and happy tears to go throughout the audience. Eventually, you threw your bouquet, to which Jean Grey caught it. 

Tony walked up to you two. “Hey Y/N, I’m gonna steal your groom for a moment if you don’t mind?” Tony smiled sweetly at you. “I promise he’ll be back shortly”

“Bring him back in one piece, Tony,” you requested. 

“Like I would harm a hair on my new brother-in-law’s head.” He winked.

The two men walked away to a quiet spot that overlooks the water and stood in silence before Tony spoke.

“Listen, Reindeer Gam--Loki, I just wanted us to start new,” he paused. “Like water under the bridge and to welcome you with open arms to this family.”

He made a face of suspicion. “I would actually like that. I appreciate it. I know how much Y/N loves Shannon and you, and I know it’d be easier on all of us if you and I could… Well, let the past stay in the past.”

“Yeah I think that would be best, especially with the kids who love you guys to death already.” He smiled, thinking of his two kids. “I’m not sure if Y/N’s told you this but I made a promise to her that I would do whatever it took to bring you back, She’s really important to Shannon and I know just now important you are to Y/N.” He pats Loki’s shoulder. “And believe me when I say this, it’s good to have you back man.”

“It’s extremely good to be back. You’ve raised some exceptional children. I look forward to getting to know them. Thank you for helping to get me back and keeping an eye on Y/N for me. I think I’ve had you pegged wrong for quite some time.” He patted Tony’s back. “By the way, I never got a chance to say I’m sorry about New York. Brainwashing and all that. It was never personal, you know that, right?” 

“To be fair neither of us knew what the outcome would be for that, I never took it against you.” He looked over at his Brother-in-law. “Yeah people tend to do that often they think there isn't much else to me besides billionaire playboy genius, I would do anything for the ones I love much like you have.”

“Could’ve fooled me with the not taking it against me, seeing as you had me housed in your basement for two years,” Loki joked with a half grin. 

Tony laughed remembering that. “It would’ve gone way worse if Shannon hadn't stepped in for you two. Those two years would have been in complete darkness away from Y/N’s side.” He got serious. “I know how much that would have affected you both.” He sighed.

Loki nodded. “You and Shannon are both… very kind people, and I am truly blessed to know you both and call you family. Thank you, for everything you’ve both done for me and Y/N, despite our pasts. I’m not sure how I’ll ever repay you.”

“No matter how bad things get for someone and whatever they had done it doesn’t change the fact that family is family. I’ve come to learn that myself through my life and we love you guys too”

The moment got interrupted when Peter ran up to his uncle, showing him some sparklers.

“Uncle Loki, look! I’m Doctor Strange!” He flailed his arms around.

Loki absolutely lost his mind seeing his nephew imitate the other man. He pulled out his phone, recording the boy and sent it to his former employer with a simple caption: “This is you”.Strange immediately received the message and just shook his head and continued to enjoy the festivity.

Tony knew in that moment that his son and his Uncle would get along great and would likely cause mischief together. Things were turning out better than he had imagined, never did the Tony Stark think he’d get married let alone settle down somewhere and have a family with the chaos that is his life. Even after everything that’s happened this was the least he deserved for risking his life to save everyone else.

Just before you and Loki were going to be sent off, Thor pulled you two aside, away from the partying. The three of you walked down the shore for a moment, before Thor finally said why he’d pulled you two aside.

“I have a wedding present for you, but I can’t give it to you just yet. You’ll have to wait until you get back from your honeymoon.”

“Mysterious,” you mused. “Have you taken a page from Loki’s book?” you teased, nudging Thor with your shoulder. 

“Perhaps I have.”

“Thank you, Thor. I’m sure whatever it is, is most kind,” Loki sweetly said. 

“It is, brother, thank you for noticing,” Thor replied and you rolled your eyes before linking arms with them to walk a little more.

Eventually, you three returned from your stroll, and at the end of the night the two of you were being sent off. Some people threw flower petals, others lit sparklers, the sorcerers you invited cast magical sparks your way. You and Loki ran under the send off, straight into a car that Tony had rented for the two of you. 

You rolled down the window, blew a kiss to everyone, thanked them for coming, told them you loved having them there, then that was it. The car was in motion.

Off you went, on your honeymoon. 

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[arcadianambivalence]

Babylon Berlin, S3Ep8

Fall in the Great Outdoors.  (Remember when we could go outdoors?)  What’s not to love?  Beautiful colors, crisp air, forboding fog, and a murder...

Following the cult of fitness as usual, Wendt is out riding a horse until he happens upon a distressed Richard.  He confesses that Rath has found his real identity and wants a favor to get away.  If the police found him, surely everyone else will be implicated next, right?  

Really leaning into this Bond villain thing, Wendt casually offers Richard a cigarette and asks if he told anyone else.  No, Richard replies, he came straight to Wendt.  Satisfied, Wendt pulls out a gun and shoots Richard twice.

A reporter at Tempo delivers the updates to the movie mystery over a nice montage.  Walter is unconscious and in police custody.  Gereon is recovering, too.  It almost feels like the end of the season.  Things are wrapping up rather neatly...too neatly.

Ester can’t believe Walter did it, but Edgar is quick to pin the blame on his partner.  To convince Edgar of Walter’s innocence, Ester shows him a one-sided coin that Walter had tossed with Edgar over who would go to prison last year.  It does open Edgar’s eyes, not to Walter’s innocence, no, to something else entirely...

Where did you get this coin?

Gereon (with only a little bandage on his face and a few broken ribs) discusses the case with Lotte.  Seeing she is distraught but not quite understanding why, he tries to comfort her.  

Helga enters at the wrong (right?) time and sees this.  Lotte quickly scuttles off so Helga can tell Gereon her news.  Far from excited about the pregnancy, Gereon immediately suspects Helga has been unfaithful.  She reassures him of her fidelity.  Gereon shoots back with the memory of Anno.  And on that ugly note, the relationship is irreparably over for good.  Helga storms out.  

As serious as this scene is, I just want to remind you: this is a shared ward. There are other patients in the room watching this entire argument!  I’d love to know what they think is going on!

Helga considers getting a back-alley abortion from none other than Lotte’s neighbor, but she begins to change her mind.  Abortion was illegal at the time, and Helga’s Catholicism also makes her hesitate.  For now, the two women will simply talk about the procedure as Helga makes her decision.

Like in the first season, the nationalists are out hunting deer.  Moritz can’t bring himself to shoot the deer and misses.  The boys taunt him for going soft until Moritz gets into a fight with one boy in particular.  Otto interrupts the fight and tries to convince them that they have other enemies (cult pitch number two). He makes them swear allegiance.  

We know it’s wrong.  

Moritz should know it’s wrong.

But he is desperate to feel like he’s capable of more, and it gives him the sense of purpose missing in his life.

Greta, too, thought she had a purpose.  Now with the date of her execution set, she resigns herself to the end.  She finally confesses to Volker that the communists were not behind the murder plot.  Volker seems like she’s about to deliver her own admission of a backstory when Greta interrupts.  

Nothing could have prepared Volker for what Greta does next.  

She asks for a hug.  

(And we all started crying).

But there’s little good the truth can do for Volker or the rest of the communists in the prison.  There’s little good the truth can do for Katelbach, either, at the moment.  Now that his article is out, he lives in fear or reprisal.  

The political police have called him in on charges of treason.   Elisabeth dismisses the treason charge as nonsense.  Katelbach hasn’t done anything wrong.  She tries to make him see the bright side of the situation—he has all the peace and quiet he could possibly want and plenty of time to write while staying inside all day.  

(I picked a bad time to watch this episode.)  

But something more serious slips into her tone.  Hiding in fear is no way to live, and neither is living in a mess of a room, smoking all day.  He’s getting a little old for the bachelor style.  

And then a switch goes off in Samuel’s mind.  She’s not...proposing, is she? “Think about it,” she says, leaving Katelbach to process this information.  He immediately moves to put his cigarette out and tidy up.  

Malu and Wendt run into each other during lunch.  (I guess if we’re given the gift of Samuel and Elisabeth, we have to suffer through some unsavory couples...)  It seems he has taken Nyssen’s speech into consideration.  He asks Malu about her opinion.  She comes to the same conclusion as Nyssen, albeit from a different angle.

This talk convinces him to give Nyssen another try.  All Nyssen has to do is get collateral from his mother.

But while Nyssen has millions to throw away on a theory, Lotte and Ilsa can barely save up enough to secure an appointment for surgery.  The doctor’s assistant points them in the direction of a relatively cheaper doctor who can take Ilsa soon, but the operation still requires more money than the two women currently have.  Lotte knows only one way to make a few hundred grand in one night.

(What this episode says about poverty...)

For all that Lotte is doing to help her older sister, she is unaware of the danger her little sister is about to face.  Left alone while her sisters are at the doctor’s, she talks to a character I think we’re supposed to recognize, but I can’t place him.  (The bird seller from a previous episode? One of her brother-in-law’s friends?).  

It becomes clear to everyone but Toni that this man does not have her best interests at heart.  He plays on her sympathies, trying to invite her home to “read to his uncle.”  

(I wanted a reference to Fritz Lang’s M, but I was thinking of a sweeping city shot or a music motif, not this!  Never this...)

With Lotte unaware of Toni’s plans and Toni unaware of Lotte’s plans, the girls see a movie with Betty Winter.  While Toni stares at the screen, transfixed, Lotte begins to weep.  It’s Vera’s face she sees on the screen.  

(This is the second time she’s broken down sobbing in the middle of a movie...)

After the show, she goes to earn the money for her sister’s operation as fast as she can—by going back on the game.  But this isn’t lady’s choice like Moka Efti.  She emerges from the session with tears in her eyes.

She really can’t catch a break, can she?

Meanwhile, Gereon wakes up in the hospital with Edgar sitting by his bedside.  He wants to make absolutely certain that Walter is responsible for betraying him, but he also wants to intimidate Gereon into agreeing to work with him once again.  Referencing Helga should do the trick.  

“She’s not my wife,” Gereon replies.  Edgar shrugs.  Far be it from him to criticize a stranger for their love life, especially when his is about to get stranger.

But this entire conversation turns out to be a distraction as Walter is abducted.

It’s time for...

FRANKENWALTER!

Dr. Schmidt hooks the unconscious Walter up to an electroshock machine for revival and cranks the charge up to a dangerous level.

Walter reveals that he was tricked.  The Phantom pulled the old two costume switch-a-roo to fake his own death and dispose of Vera.  Before he can reveal the identity of the Phantom, Walter begins to recede into unconsciousness.  He revives for one last confession: he loves Ester.  

Edgar storms home to confront Ester about her supposed infidelity when the police arrive with a warrant to search the premises.

Notes:

For failing to kill the deer, Moritz is taunted and called Bambi, the eponymous character of the 1932 novel by Austrian author Felix Salten.  (The animated film came out in 1942.)  Like many of the authors referenced in this show, Salton was hated by the Nazis because he was Jewish.  His books were banned, and he fled Austria soon after the annexation in 1938.

Moritz gives his age as fourteen.  (I know some kids grow faster than others, but it’s still hard to believe that this kid grew an extra foot over one summer.)

Continuing the trend of horror references, Walter’s revival is one big allusion to James Whale’s adaptation of Frankenstein in 1931.

Helga walks by a kiosk that includes some nice expressionist art.  It looks like a copy of a woodcutting.  I can’t tell if it’s Karl Schmidt-Rottluff or Otto Dix or someone else entirely.  Does anyone recognize it?

[mrs-dragneel-stark-solo]

Unforseen Chasm (Part 70)

Part 70 of Unforseen Chasm

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together. Word Count: 2610 Warnings: Wedding day! fluff, Banner babies, emotional day, heart to heart, fluff all around,  Song for this part: I Love you Always Forever- Betty Who Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my other fic series). first major Collab with my best friend @thorne93 what was first a simple “what if” moment turned into a two year writing session and I’ve never been more prouder of myself than when i started my first series. goes through most of the MCU plots there are some changes to accommodate for what we wanted and there is a bit of a crossover between the MCU and other characters. I hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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“Do we have everything?” you asked, nervousness alive in your voice. 

“Yes, for the last time, Y/N, everything is perfect,” Shannon replied. 

You were looking in the mirror, clad in your gorgeous veil, stunning dress, and breathtaking shoes. Shannon stood to your left, just behind you, her baby bump gone. She had a healthy boy and girl just a few weeks ago. You specifically planned the wedding so that she could be all healed in order to stand with you. 

“Well that’s everything, Y/N.” She did minor fixes to your hair and the veil. “Aww, my sister off to get married. Oh gosh I said I wouldn’t cry but here come the waterworks.” She sniffled. “You have no idea how happy I am for you right now.”

“Aww. Thank you, Shannon. I had no idea you’d get this choked up over me marrying Loki.” 

“I just want you to know that no matter where this new chapter takes you, I’m always going to be there for you.” She smiled and fixed her makeup. “Now have you decided on taking the offer that Tony gave you about building a home on our land or if you have chosen a specific place in mind to help you guys get it built?” 

“Actually,” you responded, “I think Loki and I are gonna try it out here, on New Asgard. I’d like to get to know the community better, for real, you know? I really appreciate the offer. Maybe a little after the honeymoon?”

“Yeah of course.  You let us know when you’re ready after the honeymoon.” She held your hands. “I’m getting choked up because you're finally getting your happily ever after that you so deserve.” She teared up again.

You laughed. “You’re crying more than I am,” you teased. You pulled her into a tight hug. “I love you and I don’t know what I did to deserve a sister like you but I wish I knew. You are the biggest and best gift and miracle to my life that I’ve ever gotten.” 

“Okay no more crying I swear,” she laughed. “I love you so much, Y/N. We’ve come so far from where we were twelve years ago and through it all we did it together. I know your parents would be so proud of you.” 

For the first time today, tears sprang to your eyes. “Damn it, Shan, your crying is contagious.” You laughed through the tears, trying to delicately wipe your eyes without smudging your makeup. “I hope they’re proud. I wish I knew them, or knew how any of my life turned out.”

“I’m sure they know how it’s been and are more than proud.” She helped you with your makeup. “Well, it’s time,” she announced as she glanced to the clock on the wall. “We’ll see you out there, okay?” 

You nodded, taking a deep breath. 

Here we go. 

Shannon picked up her bouquet and left the room gracefully. In swept Tom and Clint, who both approached you with a grin. 

“Hey, kid. Congratulations,” Clint said sweetly as he approached. 

“Thank you,” you said lightly. 

“You ready?” Tom asked. 

“I’ve never been more ready for anything,” you breathed. 

You put your arm through each of theirs as they offered, and the doors to the little suite opened. 

When they did, perfect rays of sunshine and warmth flooded around you. Shannon was working a little to make sure the air wasn’t too cold, or the clouds didn’t threaten to rain, to make your day perfect. The sand on the beach was warm and inviting. 

You were on the shores of New Asagard, a beautiful island with amazing beaches. It was an easy choice for you and Loki when you saw it. 

The quartet played the Asgardian lullaby that Frigga had sung to you all as children for the bridal party to walk down the aisle. As you approached, Strange put a spell on you that would hide you from everyone’s view. Meanwhile a stunning white french doorway stood where the bridal party couldn’t be seen until it was time. 

Wanda and Tony stepped forward from opposite sides of the aisle, linked arms, and walked down the aisle to the tune. Followed by Shannon and Thor. Once the bridal party was situated on the “altar”, Peter walked down the aisle with the ring pillow. It was emerald and gold for Loki. Just behind him, Morgan skipped down the aisle throwing orchid petals, until finally -- the wedding march began playing. 

A few small steps up to the entry of the archway, and you, Clint, and Tom were ready to walk down. Stephen lifted the spell, and as everyone stood, they gasped in awe. 

Your eyes hit Loki in his all black tuxedo and you weren’t sure whether to weep at his beauty and the beauty of the moment, or to run headlong down the aisle into his arms. He stared at you as if he was seeing an angel for the first time. Thor gave him a pat on the shoulder as Shannon shot you two thumbs up and a big grin.

As you moved forward down the aisle, you gave a smile of love to the face of every friend and family that you passed, but all Loki could look at was you. 

Finally, you reached him, your breath halting at his stunning gorgeousness.

How had you gotten so lucky? 

The preacher asked who gave you away, and Clint and Tom both gave short answers. Clint patted your shoulder as Tom kissed your cheek. Tom went to sit beside Diane, and Clint went to the second row with his family. 

You took Loki’s hands and you felt a sense of life flow through you once more. Loki stared at you. 

“I love you,” you mouthed and he smiled at you. 

You were trying to listen to the preacher, but honestly, you just wanted this man as your husband as quickly as possible. He finally got to the point of the vows and you gave a smile before starting yours. 

“Loki, I’ve loved you for all of my life. My life, our lives, have been anything but conventional. I spent most of my life wishing I had a home, some place I belonged. I always felt out of step with this world. So when I went back to Asgard, I thought that I’d found my home, that's where I found my strength and belonging, but it was never Asgard - it was you. Wherever you are, you’re my home. I know what it’s like to live without you, twice, and I don’t ever want to do it again. You’re my world, you’re my partner, your my life, you’re my home, you’re my everything. I’ve been through Hell and back just to find you, but I’d do it all again, a million times if I had to, if it meant you came back to me.”

When you finished, you could hear a few sniffles and saw some people wiping their eyes. 

Loki gave you a small, sweet smile, the one he reserved for being coy and loving. He began his vows after the preacher prompted him with a small gesture. 

“Y/N, we’ve fought battles and wars together. We endured torture to protect each other. You selflessly jumped off a perfectly good bridge, just to be with me. You’ve seen me at my very worst times and never looked away. You loved me, embraced me, and supported me through every hellish thing we had to endure. Thank you for never giving up on me.  When you fell into the abyss with me, not knowing what would happen, you said, ‘I need you in my life more than you may know. I’ll go wherever you are’ and I have the same sentiments, my dear. When you first arrived at Asgard, some of your first words to me were that we would navigate our pasts together, and I feel we’ve done that exceptionally well, yet, now I can’t wait to explore our futures together. I love you more than I ever thought was possible to love another person, but for once in my life, I was wrong.” He shot you a grin and you couldn’t help but laugh as happy tears streaked down your face. 

After the vows, the preacher announced the exchanging of the rings, then he said, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.” 

Loki eagerly grabbed you, his slender fingers running through your styled hair as he pulled you close. You wrapped your arms around him, gripping him tight. In seconds, cheers and whistles erupted from the crowd. 

The two of you eventually let go of each other before you turned and faced everyone. 

“Everyone, I am pleased to present, Loki Odinson and Y/N Odinson!” the preacher called happily and everyone jumped up, shouting, cheering, hooray-ing. 

You two walked down the aisle as the photographers took several pictures before leading you to the area to get the portraits taken. Moments later, the bridal party was there to join you. After an hour of photos, you joined your guests at a quant area you’d had set up on the beach. The sun was still over the horizon, giving you plenty of time with everyone. 

There was a dancefloor put in, with the dining tables surrounding it, as fantastic food was being served. The band announced your arrival with Loki, and said you’d be doing your first dance now.

The two of you danced to a song you’d heard on one of your dates. Then Tony, Bruce, Shannon, and several others joined you on the dancefloor. All of you danced for several hours. You shared a dance with several men you cared for, some of them were Clint Thor, Tom, Stephen, Tony, and Steve. Remy even cut in at one point, causing you to feel a mingling of happiness, relief, and guilt. He assured you he was having a good time, that you looked the most beautiful he’d ever seen, and he was happy to see you happy. 

Thor and Shannon gave speeches, prompting both laughter and happy tears to go throughout the audience. Eventually, you threw your bouquet, to which Jean Grey caught it. 

Tony walked up to you two. “Hey Y/N, I’m gonna steal your groom for a moment if you don’t mind?” Tony smiled sweetly at you. “I promise he’ll be back shortly”

“Bring him back in one piece, Tony,” you requested. 

“Like I would harm a hair on my new brother-in-law’s head.” He winked.

The two men walked away to a quiet spot that overlooks the water and stood in silence before Tony spoke.

“Listen, Reindeer Gam--Loki, I just wanted us to start new,” he paused. “Like water under the bridge and to welcome you with open arms to this family.”

He made a face of suspicion. “I would actually like that. I appreciate it. I know how much Y/N loves Shannon and you, and I know it’d be easier on all of us if you and I could… Well, let the past stay in the past.”

“Yeah I think that would be best, especially with the kids who love you guys to death already.” He smiled, thinking of his two kids. “I’m not sure if Y/N’s told you this but I made a promise to her that I would do whatever it took to bring you back, She’s really important to Shannon and I know just now important you are to Y/N.” He pats Loki’s shoulder. “And believe me when I say this, it’s good to have you back man.”

“It’s extremely good to be back. You’ve raised some exceptional children. I look forward to getting to know them. Thank you for helping to get me back and keeping an eye on Y/N for me. I think I’ve had you pegged wrong for quite some time.” He patted Tony’s back. “By the way, I never got a chance to say I’m sorry about New York. Brainwashing and all that. It was never personal, you know that, right?” 

“To be fair neither of us knew what the outcome would be for that, I never took it against you.” He looked over at his Brother-in-law. “Yeah people tend to do that often they think there isn't much else to me besides billionaire playboy genius, I would do anything for the ones I love much like you have.”

“Could’ve fooled me with the not taking it against me, seeing as you had me housed in your basement for two years,” Loki joked with a half grin. 

Tony laughed remembering that. “It would’ve gone way worse if Shannon hadn't stepped in for you two. Those two years would have been in complete darkness away from Y/N’s side.” He got serious. “I know how much that would have affected you both.” He sighed.

Loki nodded. “You and Shannon are both… very kind people, and I am truly blessed to know you both and call you family. Thank you, for everything you’ve both done for me and Y/N, despite our pasts. I’m not sure how I’ll ever repay you.”

“No matter how bad things get for someone and whatever they had done it doesn’t change the fact that family is family. I’ve come to learn that myself through my life and we love you guys too”

The moment got interrupted when Peter ran up to his uncle, showing him some sparklers.

“Uncle Loki, look! I’m Doctor Strange!” He flailed his arms around.

Loki absolutely lost his mind seeing his nephew imitate the other man. He pulled out his phone, recording the boy and sent it to his former employer with a simple caption: “This is you”.Strange immediately received the message and just shook his head and continued to enjoy the festivity.

Tony knew in that moment that his son and his Uncle would get along great and would likely cause mischief together. Things were turning out better than he had imagined, never did the Tony Stark think he’d get married let alone settle down somewhere and have a family with the chaos that is his life. Even after everything that’s happened this was the least he deserved for risking his life to save everyone else.

Just before you and Loki were going to be sent off, Thor pulled you two aside, away from the partying. The three of you walked down the shore for a moment, before Thor finally said why he’d pulled you two aside.

“I have a wedding present for you, but I can’t give it to you just yet. You’ll have to wait until you get back from your honeymoon.”

“Mysterious,” you mused. “Have you taken a page from Loki’s book?” you teased, nudging Thor with your shoulder. 

“Perhaps I have.”

“Thank you, Thor. I’m sure whatever it is, is most kind,” Loki sweetly said. 

“It is, brother, thank you for noticing,” Thor replied and you rolled your eyes before linking arms with them to walk a little more.

Eventually, you three returned from your stroll, and at the end of the night the two of you were being sent off. Some people threw flower petals, others lit sparklers, the sorcerers you invited cast magical sparks your way. You and Loki ran under the send off, straight into a car that Tony had rented for the two of you. 

You rolled down the window, blew a kiss to everyone, thanked them for coming, told them you loved having them there, then that was it. The car was in motion.

Off you went, on your honeymoon. 

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[dailydianakko]

Undying Au-Fuck

help.

I woke up the next day in my coffin. I walked out of it and put on some black eyeliner, black eyesharrow, blood-bed lipstick and a black really low-cut leather dress that was all ripped and in stripes so you could see my belly. I was wearing a skull belly ring with black and red diamonds inside it. (Da night before Diana and I rent back to the skull (geddit skull koz im goffik n I like deth). Holbrooke chased Pool away. We flew there on our brooms. Mine was black and the broom-stuff was blood-red. There was lace all over it. Diana had a black MCR boom. We went back to our rooms and we had you-know-what to a Linkin Park song.) Well anyway I went down to the Grate Hall. There all da walls were painted black and da tables were black too. But you fould see that there was pink pant underneath the black pant. And there were pastors of poser bands everywhere, like Ashlee Simpson and the Backstreet Boys. “WTF!” I shouted going to sit next to Lotte Gothic Night’fall 666 and Barbara. L’Ote Gothic Nightfall 666 was wearing a black leather mini with a Good Chraloote t-shirt, black fishnets and black pointy boots. Barbara was wearing a long gothic blak dress with blood red writing that was all lacy and came up to your thighs and black boots and fishnets. Vampire, Dracula and Diana came. We started to talk about who was sexier, Mikey or Gerard Way or Billie Joe Armstrong. The girls joined in cause they were bi. “Those guys are so fucking hot.” Andrew was saying as suddenly a gothic old woman with a black beard and everything came. She was the same one who had chassed away Paul yesterday. She had normal tan skin but she was wearing white foundation and she had died her hare black. “……………….HOOLBROOKE?1!” we all gasped. “WTF?” I shouted angrily. “I thought she was just wearing that to scare Paul!” “Hello everyone.” she said happily. “As u can see I gave the room a makeover. Whjat do u fink about it?” Everyone from the poser table in Gryiffindoor started to cheer. Well we goths just looked at each other all disfusted and shook our heads. We couldn’t believe what a poser he was!1. “BTW you can call me Miranda.” SHE CALLED AS WE LEFT to our classes. “What a fucking poser!” Duana shouted angrily as we we to Transfomation. We were holding hands. Vampire looked really jealous. I could see her crying blood in a gothic way (geddit, way lik Gerard) but I didn’t say anything. “I bet she’s havin a mid-life crisis!” Su’cY shouted. I was so fucking angry. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX666XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX All day we sat angerly finking about Helbrooke. We were so fucking pissed off. Well, I had one thing to look forward too- da MCR concert. It had been postphoned, so we could all go. Anyway, I went to the common room sadly to cut classes. Diana was being all secretive. I asked what it was and she got all mad me and started crying all hot and angsty (rnt sensitve lesbian gurlz r so hot). “No one fucking understands me!1” she shouted angrily as her green and blonde hare went in her big blue eyes like Billie Joe in Boulevard of Borken Dreamz. Shee was wearing black baggy paints, a black MCR t-shirt and a black die. (geddit insted of tie koz im goffik) I was wearing a blak leather low cut top with chains all over it all over it a blak leather mini, black high held boots and a cross belly fing. My hair was al up in a messy relly high bun like Amy Lee in Gong Under. (email me if u wana see da pik) “Accuse me? What about me!” I growled. “Buy-but-but-” she grunted. “You fucking bastard!” I moaned. “No! Wait! It’s not what it fucking looks like!” she shouted. But it was to late. I knew what I herd. I ran to the bathroom angrily, cring. Diana banged on the door. I whipped and whepped as my blody eyeliner streammed down my cheeks and made cool tears down my feces like Benji in the video for Girls and Bois (VALK that is soo our video!). I TOOOK OUT A CIGARETE END STARTED TO smoke pot. Suddenly Avery came. she had appearated. “You gave me a fucking shock!” I shouted angrily dropping my pot. “Wtf do you fink you’re doing in da red team’s room?” Only it wasn’t just Avery. Someone else was with her too! For a second I wanted it 2 b Andrew or maybe Diana but it was HObrooke. “Hey I need to ask you a question.” she said, pulling out her black wanabe-goffik purse. “What are u wearing to the concert?” “U no who MCR r!” I gasped. “No I just saw there was a concert dat a lot of gothz and punx were going 2.” She said. “Anyway Diana has a surprise for u.” XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX666XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX All day I wondered what the surprise was. Meanwhile, I pot on a blak ledder mini, a blak corset with urple lace stuff all over it, an black gothic compact boots. MCR were gong 2 do the concert again, since POOL had taken over the last one. I slit my wrists while I moshed 2 MCR in my bedroom all night, feeling excited. Suddenly someone knocked on the door while I was trying on sum black clothes and moshing to Fang u 4 da Venom. I gut all mad and turned it of, but sacredly I hopped inside dat it was Diana so we could do it again. “Wut de fucking hell r u doing!” I shouted angrily. It was Picies! “R u gonna cum rape me or what.” I yelled. I was allowed to say dat because Holbrooke had told us all 2 be careful around het and Nelson since she was a pedo. “No, actshelly (geddit, hell) kan I plz burrow sum condemns.”s he growld angrily. “Yah, so u can fuk ur six-yr-old gurlfriend, huh?” I shouted sarkastikally. “Fuker.” She said, gong away. Well anyway, I put on some black eyesharow, black eyeliner, and some black lipstick and white foundation. Then I went. Den I gasped…………………………………………………………….Pieces and Nelson were in da middle of da empty hall, doin it, and Finnelan was watching!1 “Oh my god you ludacris idiot!” they both shooted angrily when they saw me. Finnelan ran away crying. Dey got up, though. Normally I wood have ben turned on (I luv cing the sheep of wuter) but both of them were fuking preps. “WTF is that why u wanted condoms?” I asked sadistically. (c I speld dat) “Only you wouldn’t give them to me!” Pisces shouted angrily. “Well you shoulda told me.” I replayed. “You dimwit!.” Nelson began 2 shoot angrily. And then………I took out my black camera and took a pic of them. U could see that they were naked and everything. “Well xcuse me!” they both shouted angrily. “What was dat al about?” “It wuz to blackmail u.” I snarked. “So now next time you see me doing it with my girlfriend you cant fuking rat me out or I’ll show dis to holbeook. So fuck off, u bastards!” I started to run. They chased me but I threw my wound at them and dey tripped over it. Well anyway, I went outside and there was Paul, looking extremely fucking hot. “WTF where’d Diana?” I asked him. “Oh she’s bein a fucking bastard. She told me she wouldn’t cum.” Vampire said shaking her hed. “U wanna cum with me? 2 the concert?” Then….. she showed me his flying car. I gasped. It was a black car. She said her rummate constanze had given it 2 her. The license plate on the front sed MCR666 on it. The one on da back said ‘AAKEW’ on it. ……….I gasped. We flew to the concert hall. MCR were there, playing. Vampire and I began 2 make out, moshing to the muzik. I gapsed, looking at da band. I almost had an orgasim. Gerard was so fucking hot! He begin 2 sing ‘Helena’ and his sexah beautiful voice began 2 fill the hall. ……….And den, I heard some crrying. I turned and saw Diana, cryin in a corner. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX666XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Later we all went in the skull. Diana was crying in da common room. “Duana are u okay?” I asked in a gothic voice. “No I’m not u fuking bitch!”s he shouted angrily. She stated to run out of the place in a suicidal way. I stated to cry cuz I was afraid she would commit suicide. “Its ok Akki.” said Vampire comfortly. “Ill make her feel better.” “U mean you’ll go fuck her wont you!” I shouted angrily. Then I ran 2 get Diana. Vampire came too. “Diana please come!” she began to cry. Tears of blood came down her pail face. I wuz so turned on cuz I love sensitive lesbun gurlz. (if ur a homophone den fuk of!) And then………………………….. we herd sum footsteps! Vampire got out her blak invincibility coke. We both gut under it. We saw the janitor Meenotar there, shouting angrily with a flashlight in his hand. “WHOSE THERE!” he shouted angrily. We saw a rat come. It went unda da invisibility cloke and started to meow loudly. “IS ANY1 THERE!” yelled Mr. Menotaur. “No fuck u you preppy little poser sun of a fukcing bich!” Vampire said under her breast in a disgusted way. “EXCUS ME! EXCUS ME WHO SED DAT!” yelled Mr. Norris. Den he heard the rat meow. “RAT is der any1 unda da cloak!” he asked. The Rat nodded. And then……………………….Vampir frenched me! She did it jus as…………………….. Mr. Mentouar was taking of da cloak!1 “WHAT DA-” he yelled but it was 2 late cuz now we were ruining away frum him. And den we saw Duana crying n bustin in2 tearz and slitting her rists outside of da school. “Diana!” I cried. “R u okay?” “I guess though.” Diana weeped. We went back to our coffins frenching each other. Diana and I decided to watch Lake Placid (c isnt da deprezzin) on the gothic red bed together. As I wuz about 2 put in the video, my eyes rolled up and suddenly I had a vision of something that was happening now. There was a knok on the door and Fafnir and da Mystery of Magic walked into the school!1 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX666XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX All day everyone talked about the Misery of Magic. Well anyway, I woke up the next day. I was in my coffin so I opened the door. I was wearing blak lacey leather pajamas. Then I gasped. Standing in front of me where………………. B;loody Lotta Nighdfall 666, Vampire, Diabolo, Diana, Dracula and Barbara! I opened my crimson eyes. Barbara was wearing a tight black leather top with pictures of bloody roses all over it. Under that she wart a black poofy skirt wit lace on it and black gothic boots that was attached to the top. Vampire was wearing a baggy Simple Plan t-shirt and baggy black pants and Vans. Diana was wearing a black MCR t-shirt and blak jeans and a leather jacket. She looked just likee Gerard Way, and almost as fucking sexy. Vampire looked like Joel Madden. B’loody Lotte Nightf’all 666 was wearing a tight black poofy gothic dress that she had ripped so it showed of all her clearage with a white apron that said ‘bich’ and other swear words and MCR lyrics on it kind of like one dress I had seen Amy Lee wear once. Darkness (who is Avery) was there too. She was weaving a ripped gothic black dress with ripped stuff all over it and a lace-up top thing and black pointy boots. So were Hannah and Wangari. It turns out that Darkness, Diabolo, Hannahs and Wangaru’s dad was a vampire. He committed suicide by slitting his wrists with a razor. He had raped them and stuff before too. They all got so depressed that they became goffik and converted to Stanism. “OMFG” I yielded as I jumped up. “Why the fuck are u all here?” “Akki something is really fucked up.” Duana said. “OK but I need to put my fucking clothes on first.” I shouted angrily. “It’s all right. We have to go now and you look kawaii anyway. Your so fucking beautiful.” Diana said in a sexy voice. “Oh all right.” I said smiling. “But you have to tell me why your being all erective.” “I will I will.” she said. So I just put on some black eyeliner, black lipstick and red eyeshadow and white foundation. Then I came. We all went outside the Lucbh room and looked in from a widow. A fucking prep called Chole from Purple Teeam was standing next to us. She was wearing a pink mini and a Hilary Duff t-shirt so we put up our middle fingers at her. Inside the Great Hall we could see Holbreooke. FAFNIE was there shouting at Hobroooke. Finnelam was there too. “THIS CANNOT BE!” she shouted angrily. “THE SCHOOL MUST BE CLOSED!” “PAUL IS PLANNING TO KILL THE STUDENTS!” yelled Fafrnir. “YOU ARE NOT FIT TO BE THE PRINCIPAL ANY LONGER!” yelled Finnelan. “YOU ARE TOO OLD AND YOUR ALZHEIMERS IS DANGEROUS! YOU MUST RETRY OR PAUL WILL KILL YOUR STUDENTS!” “Very well.” Holbrooke said angrily. “Butt we cannot do this. We can’t close the school. There is only one person who is capable of killing Paul and she is in the school. And her name is…………………………………………………………………..Akko Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way.” Diana, Hannah, Barbara, Darkness, S’ucky, Vampire and B’loody Lotte Nightfall 666 looked at each other………I gasped.

[daybreak-academy-fanfic]

Daybreak Academy: Chapter 53

Under The Influence

Summary: In which Strelitzia does not think twice. Word Count: 1,836 First | Previous | Next ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆

This was just a walk. A nice, simple walk between two girls where one of them definitely did not have an attraction to the other. Besides, what was there to be attracted to in Anora anyway? Her soft, earthy voice was rarely heard of. Her short hair that was styled into a bob with a soft color that in no way was a natural shade of pink. Her eyes giving away how easily impressed she was- sparkling in wonder at anything that looked mildly interesting. And her unblemished tanned skin that only glowed under the summer sun instead of burning like Strelitzia's tended to do.

There was nothing to be attracted to. It was all ridiculous. And it had absolutely nothing to do with the moment Strelitzia's hand accidentally brushed up against Anora's, and the older of the two got an excited shiver up her back. It definitely didn't influence Strelitzia to actually place Anora's hand into her own. And when Anora gave Strelitzia a funny look before putting on a calm smile, tightening her grip on Strelitzia's hand and making the carrot-red haired girl blush, it definitely did not make Strelitzia's heart beat out of her chest.

Of course they did talk for most of the walk. Or rather, Strelitzia did most of the talking while they walked. It helped to keep her grounded.

“Lauriam and I hadn't been to the beach since we were children.” she explained in a small voice. “Our father was a conservationist and he'd take us with him while he worked. Or, tried to work, anyway. Lauriam wasn't as impressed with the ocean as I was; I used to be so enamored with tide pools that I'd daydream about all the little organisms that lived there.”

Anora let out a small laughter. She could easily see a much smaller Strelitzia bent over at a tide pool, staring at the creatures trapped within with wide eyes.

“What about you?” Strelitzia then asked. “Have you ever been to the beach before?”

Anora shook her head. The corner of her mouth curled into a small smile before she said, “Beaches existed in fairytales. They just seemed too good to be true.”

Strelitzia smiled. “It does feel like that, doesn't it?” she agreed. “I think it's the waves when they crash on the shore- it's a very calming sound.”

The girls continued their walk until they arrived to a small plaza near the shopping area. Despite it being well into the afternoon, the plaza was completely empty. Strelitzia's heart clenched when she realized that this was the perfect time to finally tell Anora how she felt. But… could she even do it? This was only meant to be a simple walk, after all.

“A-Anora...” the oldest of the two started to say, forcing them to stop walking for a moment. “There's… there's something I want to tell you.”

Anora gave a small sound of inquisition as she turned to face Strelitzia. They were still holding hands, a fact that Strelitzia suddenly became aware of far too quickly. She placed her other hand on Anora's elbow as if in some act to steady herself.

“Anora, I...” Strelitzia started, but couldn't finish. The two were about the same height and that meant they were looking each other directly in the eye. Strelitzia's jaw slacked as she admired the kindness in Anora's eyes. This was someone who saw her as a friend, an equal, but Strelitzia wanted more than that. So much more. Without her permission, Strelitzia's eyes moved on their own as they went from Anora's eyes to her lips. Her lips… oh, those very soft looking lips… So gentle, curved into a sweet smile. So… so tempting...

Unable to hold herself back, Strelitzia took hold of Anora's face and pulled them both into a tight kiss. Anora's whole body shook in surprise. Despite herself, she gave in to the gesture, returning the kiss in earnest. Strelitzia, meanwhile, had gone into autopilot; months of pining culminating into many passionate kisses that neither of them bothered to stop. It didn't even dawn on Strelitzia was she had done until she gently pulled them away.

“Oh my gosh...” Strelitzia mumbled. “I didn't mean… I didn't…!”

Anora couldn't say a word- instead blinking as her mind tried to process what had just happened. She looked at Strelitzia with glassy, confused eyes. It was the wrong expression, because to Strelitzia, it meant she messed up big time.

“I'm so sorry!” Strelitzia squeaked before running in the opposite direction.

Anora remained where she was; blinking in confusion as she was trying to figure out why her heart had decided to race a mile a minute. It took a small shuffle from some nearby bushes to partially snap Anora out of her trance. The girl slowly looked a bit to her left and numbly noted Ephemer was there- his eyes wide and jaw dropped in surprise. Anora only continued to blink in confusion.

“Ephemer?” she wondered out loud. When she moved her foot forward, Ephemer took a step back. It was that initial movement that made the boy take another step back, then another, until he finally spun on his heel and started to run away.

“Ephemer!” Anora called out, even making the feeble attempt to reach out to him. But he didn't stop, and so Anora was left there alone; still confused, still surprised, and her lips tingling from Strelitzia's spontaneous passion.

What. Just. Happened?

. . .

Lauriam had made a point to keep a certain distance away from the girls during their walk. They weren't aware that he was following them, or he hoped they weren't aware of it. Brain's meddling was not a welcome addition. An instinct rooted deep within Lauriam knew that something would happen between his sister and Anora if they were left alone for too long. His sister's pining honestly was not that subtle.

He had no reason to dislike Anora, honestly, but seeing his sister become so distracted that she'd forget to eat or do homework was definitely a pet peeve he didn't know he had until then.

The sound of Strelitzia weeping caused Lauriam to look up in alarm. Down the boardwalk came Strelitzia, her face buried in her hands and the sound of her crying coming louder as she ran toward him.

“Strelitzia!” he called out to her in worry. “Strelitzia, what happened?”

But his sister didn't seem to acknowledge him as she continued to run. She almost would have run past him had he not grabbed her by the elbow. Even if she did know her brother had grabbed her, Strelitzia tried to wiggle out of his grasp like he intended to hurt her. She gave up the struggle after a few moments but her tears did not stop.

“I can't...” she choked as she continued to weep. “I didn't mean to...”

Fear now making its way into his heart, Lauriam took his sister by the shoulders and roughly shook her. “Strelitzia, answer me!” he all but demanded. “What happened?!”

“I kissed her!” Strelitzia yelled right back- her tears flowing in torrents now. “I ki- I kissed Anora!”

The news hit Lauriam like a truck; his jaw dropped and his eyes widened in surprise. The only word he could manage to get out was a flabbergasted, “Why?”

“I don't know!” Strelitzia continued to cry. “I don't… I don't know!!” The girl then buried her face into her brother's chest, crying her heart out with no sign of stopping. Still in shock himself, all Lauriam could do was hug her. This… was definitely not what he had expected. At all.

. . .

Ephemer felt like he was going to be sick. On one hand, his heart was racing so fast that it threatened to beat out of his chest; on the other, his stomach was in enough knots that he probably wouldn't be able to eat dinner that night. The boy ran a shaking hand through his hair as he paced back and forth. If he could have gone back in time to tell himself that Anora would kiss another girl (a girl, mind you, who was Lauriam's own sister), he never would have believed himself. But now here he was; his heart and mind in a battle of confusion and absolute denial. Anora had never seemed interested in other girls before, but -the more he thought about it- she didn't seem to be interested in anyone before.

There was also the fact that he hadn't seen what lead the two into that kiss. Not that either girl looked to be fighting it. Maybe there was some context he was missing? What other context would two people having before sharing (what looked to be) a very passionate kiss?

“Ephemer!”

The boy jumped before whipping around to see Anora coming up to him. Her face seemed paler than usual. Without a second guess, Ephemer ran up to her and they met halfway. The two just looked at each other for the longest time. So many thoughts were running through their heads. Where could they even start? How could they even start?

Yet, despite everything he wanted to say, Ephemer looked Anora over before calmly asking, “Are you okay?”

Anora froze. He didn't have to say it, they both knew he was referring to Strelitzia's kiss. She could feel her face heat up at the question. Was she okay? The more she remained silent, the more Ephemer's heart sank.

“Just… just answer me one thing.” Ephemer quietly murmured. “Did you…? Do you…?”

Anora looked down at the ground. She knew what he was asking, but she wasn't sure on how to answer. Never before had she considered who she was and wasn't interested in. Too much information had entered her brain at once. She physically could not answer. Anora's conflict was not lost on Ephemer- he looked at her with sad, heartbroken eyes.

“I get it.” he sighed, putting on a smile. “It's alright if you don't know.”

Anora looked up at him. If it was alright, then why didn't he sound like it was?

Without looking at her, Ephemer walked a bit closer to Anora. He smiled, but even Anora could tell his averted eyes held a certain sadness in them.

“Whatever you choose, I'll support you all the way.” he then told her, taking her hands into his. “That's what friends do, right?”

Especially friends who have crushes on their other friends.

Anora nervously bit her lip as she looked at Ephemer. Was it awful to say that she suddenly wanted to kiss him instead? Would it have only made things worse? Why did she want to kiss him? He was only being himself. Her head was still spinning; her heart was telling her one thing and her mind was telling her something completely different. This was all so confusing...

“Thank you.” she finally said in a voice barely above a whisper.

Ephemer's only response was to hold her hands tighter.