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Weekly Recap | December 11th-18th 2023

🎵 It's beginning to look a lot like Christmaaaaaaas 🎵

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We might end up real close by thewolvesof1998 / @thewolvesof1998 (S2E1: Under Pressure, PWP | 2K | Explicit): “Said you wanted us to bond. We might end up real close.” When Buck said those words to Bobby just merely few hours ago, it had been a joke about how if the bomb went off they would be reduced to blood, shards of bone and flesh, mixed so together that you wouldn’t be able to tell them apart without DNA testing. He hadn’t meant it in the way that it was now true with Eddie balls deep in him as he fucks Buck against the tile wall of the firehouse showers, both of them still fully dressed, uniform pants undone and pulled only down to mid-thigh in their haste.

in the moonlight you look just like an angel in disguise by smilingbuckley/ @smilingbuckley (Post-S6, Cabin fic | 35K | Mature): While Christopher is at camp, Buck and Eddie go on a vacation of their own to a small cabin in the woods... It goes as well as you'd expect.

got nothing but love for you (fall more in love every day) by smilingbuckley/ @smilingbuckley (S6, Secret Relationship | 6K | Mature): 5 times Buck and Eddie are almost caught + 1 time they are

this is a place where I feel at home by smilingbuckley/ @smilingbuckley (Buck&Bobby | 1K | General): After watching parents mourn the loss of their children, the 118 go to check up on their children. And Bobby... he's staring at Buck, and Buck is confused.

something 'bout the time of the year by smilingbuckley/ @smilingbuckley (Christmas, Getting Together | 20K | Teen): “We need to talk,” Eddie looks up from his phone to see Christopher standing in the kitchen doorway with his arms crossed, his crutches leaning against the wall beside him. “That doesn’t sound good,” Eddie teases and locks his phone, “What about.” “Buck,” Christopher answers and walks over to the table, sitting down in front of Eddie. “He always tries to make Christmas happy for others. Aunt Maddie said they didn’t celebrate it when they were kids. We need to give him the best Christmas this year.” “You have a plan?” (Part 1 of The Diaz Christmas Experience)

want your love in every flavor by smilingbuckley/ @smilingbuckley (PWP | 2K | Explicit): After getting together and Buck promising he'll stay the rest of the month at the Diaz house, they go back to his loft to pack. But the excitement of finally being together gets them distracted. (Part 2 of The Diaz Christmas Experience)

Santa Baby by smilingbuckley/ @smilingbuckley (PWP | 2K | Explicit): Buck has to be aware of what the Santa suit did to him. And to the single mothers visiting, his mind supplies, and his fingers tighten their hold on the steering wheel. He hates when he gets jealous. Maybe it’s not jealousy, because he knows Buck would never flirt back or something. But he feels something when he sees those moms bat their eyes at him, probably imagining taking the sexy Santa home. But, he thinks, I am taking this sexy Santa home. (Part 3 of The Diaz Christmas Experience)

happy new year by smilingbuckley/ @smilingbuckley (Established Buddie, NYE | 2K | Teen): It's quite magical to actually have fireworks around them as they kiss. Buck had always felt them, imagined them in a very cartoony way. Now it’s real. The ground shakes slightly underneath his feet with the loud rumbles. The lights flicker against his closed eyelids. And Eddie’s mouth is warm and loving against his. (Part 4 of The Diaz Christmas Experience)

merle said mama tried, but the prison still won by oklahoma/ @malewifediaz (Christmas, Getting Together | 3K | Teen): Eddie goes to (mall) jail.

Of Love, Hospital Jitters And Christmas Lights by callmenewbie/ @callmenewbie (Established Buddie, Hurt Chris | 6K | Teen): Eddie and Buck end up in the hospital waiting room a few days before Christmas

to wake up by your side is all I wanna do by smilingbuckley/ @smilingbuckley (Living Together, FWB | 14K | Mature): After a fire destroys his loft, Buck moves in with the Diazes indefinitely. Except neither he, Christopher, nor Eddie wants him to move out. Buck gets used to being fully included in the Diaz family and the changes it brings to be with them full-time. It's a dream come true, especially when things between him and Eddie start developing in a certain way.

when your world is on fire by smilingbuckley/ @smilingbuckley (Established Buddie, Hurt Eddie | 6K | Teen): The 118 responds to what should be a normal house fire only to find out that one of their own is stuck inside and believed to be dead.

it's so dark tonight (but you'll survive certainly) by lemonzestywrites/ @lemonzestywrites (S5E6 Speculation | 5K | Teen): Eddie struggles with the aftermath of being held hostage and Buck is there to help keep him from crashing.

when it rains in california by lemonzestywrites/ @lemonzestywrites (Getting Together | 4K | General): The minutes pass, and the rain falls with a scattered tapping on the ground. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had seen it rain like this in LA, quiet and calming, leaving a nice undisturbed haze across the city skies. He wants to bask in it, even for a moment. Well...maybe not in the rain. Buck’s more than okay watching it afar from the awning in Eddie’s backyard.

temptation comes from wants we cannot yet claim by lemonzestywrites/ @lemonzestywrites (Coma Eddie | 8K | Teen): He thinks back to waking up with Buck in bed beside him, of family breakfast and lazy morning ins. All of that sounds…it sounds wonderful. Perfect even. And of course, he’d want it here. Here where he can experience these things. And even for a fraction of a second let his mind wander and believe it’s real. Even when it’s not. He knows he shouldn’t- can’t. But God, Eddie wants. He wants, and he wants- “You could stay here.”

can't make it stop, give me all you got by 42hrb/ @exhuastedpigeon (PWP | 4K | Explicit): Eddie and Buck fuck in a club at Pride

men made of stone and forged in fire (even you deserved to be so softly loved) by lemonzestywrites/ @lemonzestywrites (First Kiss | 5K | Teen): A quiet night in and a hand running through his hair, those two simple things usually don't do much to phase the average person. But Eddie is a different story.

share this hour of make-believe by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Quarantine, Pre-S4 | 1K | General): or, quarantine finds eddie sharing a bed with a pillow-thief and sleep-talker. he minds less than he thinks.

all i want for christmas by lemonzestywrites/ @lemonzestywrites (Christmas, Proposal | 3K | Teen): Eddie decides to finally pop the question to Buck, but his proposal doesn’t go quite as he planned.

jadeite hearts could never cost this much by lemonzestywrites/ @lemonzestywrites (Getting Together | Teen): Eddie and Buck spend their first night together after their first kiss. Adorable fluff ensues.

exactly what you were looking for by lemonzestywrites/ @lemonzestywrites (Established Buddie, Proposal | 3K | Teen): While washing the dishes, Eddie comes to a gentle revelation.

a two inch difference by lemonzestywrites/ @lemonzestywrites (Getting Together | 3K | Teen): The height difference between Buck and Eddie is only two inches, which isn't a significant one by any means- until it is.

🔥 the last shred of truth in the lost myth of true love by lemonzestywrites/ @lemonzestywrites (Friends With Benefits, Post-S6E13 | 25K | Explicit): “If…If you’re really curious about if you’re still good at sex, you can practice,” he says slowly, partly from nerves and also because Eddie is still unsure if he should even say it at all. But once again, self-preservation is only a few steps too slow, and Eddie rips the bandaid off before he can rethink it all. “With me.”

Hold Me Close and Hold Me Fast by giselleslash (Post-Lightning strike | 5K | General): Buck dies and Eddie knows he needs to finally let go of the fear that’s been keeping him from telling Buck everything, because that fear is nothing compared to seeing Buck suspended in the sky far from his reach and lost to him. He’s going to bring Buck home.

Be My Baby by elless (Established Buddie | 1,6K | Explicit): Buck and Eddie enjoy some time alone. And maybe take an important step forward in their relationship.

🔥 dream sweet of me by spaceprincessem/ @spaceprincessem (Dimension Travel | 16K | Teen): buck is in an accident and wakes up in a universe where the 118 don't know who he is

you were the wilderness I crossed into by rowan_wood/ @transboybuckley (Post-Coma, Getting Together | 9K | Teen): or: the 118 has a 24 hour shift, and zero calls. The firefam spends it playing games, and everyone takes the opportunity to tell Buck just how much they love him. (Part 1 of bottle episode)

blind hope's my home by rowan_wood/ @transboybuckley (Fluff & Smut | 5K | Explicit): or: the first day of Buck and Eddie's new life. They fuck, they dance, they fall even more in love. (Part 2 of bottle episode)

WIP

🔥 Precious & Fragile Things by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Small Miracles AU, Angel Buck | 10K | 4/? | Teen): Buck is the Fallen Angel of Petty Temptation, who has been tasked with tempting human Eddie Diaz to sin and enjoy life, but just a little. He thinks the job will be easy - get in, get out, go back to Peru to continue messing around with eternity. But when Buck arrives in Los Angeles, he finds Eddie is harder to tempt than expected, and more compelling than Buck had hoped.

🔥 Right Where You Left Me by hyacinthusbloom/ @thebloomingheather (Canon Divergent, Post-S4, Angst | 20K | 19/? | Explicit | Warning: Rape/Non-con): "Therapy?" Eddie suggests. Buck almost laughs, but instead says, "I'll go if you go." Because he had fully expected him to be chicken shit, to disagree, and instead Eddie, the bastard, replies, "Deal." Or Buck never tells anyone that he slept with his therapist and deals with the butterfly effect years later.

Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Night by I_still_dont_understand_13 / @sherlockcrossing (Prompt collection | 15/? | 10K | Teen): 100 kiss prompts.

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Where Do Broken Hearts Go - Chapter 2 (18+)

Pairing: Model, ex-boyfriend!Jungkook X Child psychologist, Fem!Reader X Lawyer, Single Dad!Hoseok. 

Summary: Jungkook stripped your emotions naked, left you bare in the chilly wind of despair and self-doubt with an unending heartache. You tried your hardest to move on from him, to live for yourself but failed miserably. Each night you had to come back to your empty home where memories and broken dreams were scattered all around the floor, until one day a little angel and her unbelievably beautiful father came into your life. Finally, when you find yourself healing, maybe falling too, Jungkook had to show up! Again!

Theme: Angst, pining, heartbreak, break-up, SMUT (MDNI) (not in this chapter)

Warnings: Mentions of school bullying, Hoseok is so attractive (this chapter is basically me simping over Hoseok), Reader is insecure.

Word count: 4.4k

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Minors and karens are not allowed in this blog

A/N: The chapter starts with JK's pov and changes into the reader's but it's nothing too tough to understand. I hope you guys like it. Please hit me up on askbox and let me know how is it.

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His eyes drift towards the window. 

What time should it be now? 10 am? 11 am? He doesn’t know. Not that he is in a rush for anything. There is absolutely no haste to disappear before prying cameras sneak into his private space. 

He should be at peace, a weird tranquility that is supposed to be easy. But deep down Jungkook is very much unsettled. 

As he eyes the wide blue sky out of Jiwon’s bedroom window, his mind reels back to you. The last day he saw you, the way you were standing with a ring in your hands, the way he broke your heart and the way you marched out of his life with merely a goodbye. You didn’t ask him why he fell out of love with you, nor were you curious enough about what made him fall in love with another woman. 

“What does she have that I don’t? Why can’t I be enough for you? How can you be so cruel?” These are the words Jungkook expected to hear from you when he dropped the bomb. But instead he heard you wishing him a good life and walking away from him without a single complaint. 

Were you always ready for the blow? Were you preparing yourself to let him go? He can’t tell. But no matter how much he tries he can’t stop wondering what you are upto now. How have you been spending your nights or how are you coping up with the pain he has provided you with?

Jiwon scoots her body closer to Jungkook’s. Her nose brushes on his forearm. Jungkook freezes. Is he really thinking of you lying awake in his new girlfriend’s bed after breaking up with you for the same woman?

He is being unfair to both of you and Jiwon. 

His eyes close on their own accord. 

When he opens those again, Jiwon is already smiling up at him. 

“Good Morning, handsome.” she says sweetly. 

“It’s almost noon, I believe.” Jungkook chuckles, turning on his side, facing Jiwon fully. 

“Really? Then we better leave the bed now. You can wash up while I make coffee for you.” Jiwon kisses on his cheek as she sits up. 

“No. It’s fine. I have to leave.” Jungkook sits up too. 

“Why? You don’t have any schedule today. Do you?” Jiwon pouts. 

“Not really. Actually.. my house is a mess and I wanted to clean up before I get busy.” Jungkook reasons. 

“We can eliminate these problems, you know?” Jiwon holds his hand, looking a little shy and sheepish. 

“Umm? I didn’t get you?”  Jungkook is confused. He has no idea what his new girlfriend has to suggest for his house chore. 

“I mean… Why don’t we move in together? It will be easy for both of us. We can take turns on the chore and spend more time together when both of us are free? What do you say?” Jiwon’s eyes are full of hope. But Jungkook doesn’t know what to say. 

“I- Jiwon, I think it’s too early. We will have to talk to the agency as well.” Jungkook runs a hand through his already disheveled hair. 

“Why will we have to talk to the agency? They already know about us. All we need to do is to inform them once we are ready.” Jiwon holds his hand tighter. 

That’s the thing. Jungkook is not ready yet. Your words ring in the back of his head.  

“Home? You mean the apartment you left because your agency said it’s risky to share a space with your girlfriend of three years? The same place you refused to meet at because paparazzi are keeping tabs on you as you are rumored to be dating someone else?”

He sighs. 

Yes, he loves Jiwon but he doesn’t know if he is ready to share a space with her yet. Especially when he left you behind in the excuse of his career and prying paparazzies. 

Jungkook concludes that it’s his guilt that is resisting him from going too far with Jiwon just yet. So he decides to wait, to take a little time to think more deeply about what he actually wants, not what he wants to want for the sake of his girlfriend. 

“Jiwon, I don’t want to rush anything. We can take it slow and understand each other better before moving in. Let’s give each other a little more time, okay?” He says with a tight lipped smile. 

Jiwon’s face falls a bit but she nods in understanding. 

“You must admit, the guardian of your new counselee is too hot.” Miseon mumbles as she chews down a spoonful of bibimbap, “he seems quite young too. Must have gotten married to his high school sweetheart or something?” 

You narrow your eyes at her, “If you are trying to dig down his personal information then let me remind you that-”

“Yeah. Yeah I know. Confidential information and all. I was just curious. I mean usually both of the parents or mothers visit with their children. It’s probably the first time I saw only the dad coming in, that too, looking like a snack.” Your friend looks up at you with a quizzical gaze as if she wants you to validate what she just commented. 

Yes. Hoseok is certainly hot and attractive. But what gripped you more is the way he is determined to be a good father to Sua, despite the complicated fatherhood he faced. The concerned look on his handsome face flashes in your mind.  

“Y/N?” Hoseok calls your name as he stands up from his seat, getting ready to leave your cabin. 

“Yes?” you respond. 

“Sua.. she will be fine, right?” If you are not wrong then you hear Hoseok’s voice trembling a bit.

“I will be able to answer that after two more sessions I suppose.” you smile apologetically. 

“Yeah. Yeah of course. I am sorry. I- I am just very worried.” His eyes drop to stare at the floor. 

“Which is only natural. There is no need to apologize.” You voice. Pausing a little bit, you continue, “Sua seems to be more mature than the kids of her age. She is quite closed up as well. So, it is possible for her to hide some sort of things she is going through. I need to win her trust first to let her open up to me but-” 

“But?” Hoseok grows impatient.

“But that is going to take some time. Especially because I don’t think she liked me. She might refuse to come back for the next session.”  You place carefully. 

“Then? What do you suggest doing in that case?” Hoseok questions. 

“I suggest outdoor therapy. Spending time with the counselee and their guardians in a place they like to visit together occasionally or frequently. And I also suggest Friday afternoons for counseling. Kids tend to be in a better mood and far more approachable when they are in their pre-weekend glory.” Your suggestion seems to put Hoseok at ease. “You already have my number. You can text me the place and time once you decide. Although I prefer the slot after lunch.” 

He nods, “Great then. I will see you on Friday… after lunch.” 

Hoseok’s dark eyes bores into yours once again as he steps towards you.

“It was nice to meet you, Y/N.” he extends one of his veiny hands. 

You slip your hand into his, intertwining the muscles in a shake, “Likewise, Hoseok.”  

Miseon claps her hands in front of your face, shaking you out of the thoughts of Mr. Jung, “Hey mate! Where are you so lost?” 

“What? Yeah? Sorry, I was… thinking something.” you reply, jabbing your spoon in your bowl of bibimbap. 

“No. Don’t tell me you were lost in the thoughts of your douchebag ex-boyfriend.” Your friend regards you with fake anger in her eyes. 

“Ugh no! It was completely different.” you groan. Now that you realize, it’s probably the first time since your breakup that you have gone so long without having to let Jungkook’s thoughts seep inside your head. Meeting the Jungs was one thing but to keep on thinking of them even after they left your work place hours ago, is a completely different matter.  

And it’s a very welcoming change.

You sigh, “Don’t call him douchebag. He is not that bad.” 

Miseon’s eyes go wide at your response, “What is wrong with you? He left you for another girl, Y/N! How can you defend him like this?” 

You sigh, closing your eyes, “I am not defending him, Miseon. Some things are not just meant to be, you know? No matter how much time you invest, some relationships are not meant to last. Just like you can’t help falling in love with someone, you can’t help falling out as well. And he fell out of love with me, he found someone more suitable for him. What’s wrong with that? I should appreciate him that he at least didn’t go behind my back and cheat on me. Yeah, whatever Jungkook did, did not hurt me any less but that does not make him a bad person. Everyone deserves to be happy, be loved, be in love… so does he. I just- I just need to accept it.” Saying these words out loud really lightens your heart. Maybe today can be the first step towards your healing, just as you thought at the beginning of the day. 

“But what about your happiness? What about you being loved, being in love?” Miseon places her question. 

“I don’t really know. At this point I don’t even know if I deserve to be loved or not. Maybe there is something wrong with me, isn’t that the reason none of my relationships were successful?” You smile at her with eyes full of tears. 

“Cut the crap. You- I will strangle you to death if you say stuff like this ever again.”  Miseon jerks a fork in your direction making you laugh a little.

“Calm down, you angry woman.” you joke but your heart still feels heavy beyond measure.

Everything about weekdays is fine.. Apart from the fact that you have to come back to a huge and lonely home. 

It’s Wednesday and you sigh at the thought of entering your condo with absolutely nothing waiting for you. The thought burdens you, saddens you and you almost feel jealous of the newly married couple who just moved in last week. 

You punch the key-code in, which is, by the way, your and Jungkook’s birthdates combined. 

Placing the bag of groceries, you take a seat on the couch. The soft material soothes your aching back right away. You lean your head on the headrest, stare down at the cream-colored cloth of the couch, and caress it lightly as if caressing fragile memories. 

“Jungkook! What is wrong with you?” you sigh in resignation, throwing your purse on the couch.  

“Nothing.” He replies heading straight to the kitchen. 

“Don’t avoid it. You have been sulking all the way home. Did I offend you somehow?” you head towards your boyfriend. 

Jungkook chugs down water, crushes the plastic bottle and disposes of it in the trashcan so ferociously that you can’t help but be more and more amused with each passing moment. 

The moment he is about to exit the kitchen, you come and stand in front of him, “Jungkook, what is it?” 

Jungkook takes in a sharp inhale, avoiding his eyes from yours. 

“Who was that guy?” His voice is low, decorated with a buzz that suggests his annoyance.  

“Which guy?” There were a lot of guys at your reunion party and you don’t know which one Jungkook saw. Especially because he was waiting at the exit inside the car. 

“The one that saw you off with a hug.” He grits these words through his teeth. 

“O-Oh.. that’s Taeho, one of my batch mates. We used to be really close.” you gulp at the face Jungkook is making at your response.

“Really close huh? Is that why he hugged you so intimately? Wrapping up your waist, burying his entire fucking face on your neck? Just like a lover would? Just like I would?” 

Jungkook is jealous. And jealous Jungkook is not a good news. So you clear your voice as you choose your words carefully. 

“I admit that he was a little touchy. But he has always been like this with everyone. I promise, Jungkook, he didn’t have any other intention.” you reply calmly. 

“Really? Are you sure?” your boyfriend starts backing you up on the kitchen counter and soon you feel the cold countertop through the material of your dress. 

“Yes. hundred percent.” Jungkook’s tattooed arm comes to rest on one of your cheeks. 

“Good.” his body presses onto yours. “You know I love you, right? I am sorry for my behavior earlier. I just can’t see you with anyone else. What if they steal you from me?” Jungkook’s expression softens and an adorable pout takes over his lips. 

You giggle a little, “I know. And you, too, should know that nobody can take me away from you unless you give up on me.” 

“I am never gonna give up on you.” whispering these words, Jungkook brings his lips to yours. Locking two pairs of the soft pillowy muscles as if to seal the deal. 

A lone tear rolls down your cheek as you stare at the kitchen counter at present. Jungkook gave up on you and your love so easily, so fast and so readily that you didn’t even get the chance to ask him why and how. He looked so dejected the moment you pulled out the ring, that you had to take a step back out of embarrassment. You felt like you were throwing yourself at him when he was not at all willing to look at you properly. 

You are about to reach for the tissue box kept on the coffee table but you feel your work phone buzzing inside your coat pocket. It’s a text from an unknown number, probably from one of your new patients. 

“Hi.” “Seodaemun Children Park, Friday, 3:30 pm.”  “- Jung Hoseok.” 

If you are excited for an outdoor therapy, then you are not showing it on your face and absolutely not with your dress. 

You decided to keep it casual with a pair of denim boyfriend jeans and a lavender-colored knitted top. You check your face a little before getting out of your car. You look fine. Not that you want to look extra pretty or something, it’s just that you don’t want to convey your internal troubles through your face. 

A gush of fresh wind hits you as soon as you step out of the stuffy interior of your car. And you are smiling, without even noticing. 

You decide to take a moment to admire the beauty of fall, the light chill in the wind and the dimmed sun heading in the west. Maybe Miseon was right. You should have taken a walk around your neighborhood instead of drowning yourself in bottles of Soju back in the days of your pity party. 

Sighing to yourself, you pull out your phone from your purse to call Mr. Jung. 

He receives it just after the first ring. 

"Hello, Mr. Jung. This is Dr. Y/N. I have arrived at the park." You speak into the device. 

"Hey, Y/N. Just walk straight from the entrance and you will see a huge fountain. We are sitting at a bench right beside that." His voice comes out thicker through the speaker of your phone but you can feel the cherriness in it regardless. 

"Okay." You reply briefly as you cut the call.

Unlike you, Mr. Jung has chosen to dress formally. A dark blue three piece suit paired with equally majestic dark Chelsea boots signify an aura of authority in him. The attorney badge, sitting right on his suit, makes him look even sexier all together. He sits cross-legged, a sight that could take anyone's breath away. 

You stare at him from a distance, unable to keep your eyes off of the man for some mysterious reasons. However, you compose yourself before it's too late and look around for Sua. 

She's on the seesaw. She has her signature pigtails with adorable pink bows matching her pink dress perfectly. But the best thing is, she's smiling widely, which makes her look so damn cute. This father-daughter duo could kill people with their looks alone. 

You start walking towards Mr. Jung but Sua sees you before him. Her expressions turn somber as she registers you walking towards her dad. 

"Mr. Jung." You breathe out, standing beside the bench.

"Y/N." He stands up and greets you with the most beautiful smile you have ever had the opportunity to witness. And suddenly you find it hard to breathe.  

"I thought you agreed to call me by my name, which is Hoseok, in case you don't remember." He teases you with a playful grin.

Your cheeks hit up with embarrassment "Ah, yeah. I'm sorry. I tend to be forgetful. But I didn't forget your name, Hoseok." 

"That's good. I would have been seriously offended if you did." He teases you again, gesturing you to sit beside him.

“How is her mood today?” you question, sitting down beside him while keeping a respectable distance between your bodies. 

“Gloomy as always. But she brightened up as soon as I told her we were going to grab some ice-cream here in the park.” Hoseok replies, staring at Sua. 

“Did you see her face turning grey again as I walked in?”  You continue staring at Sua as she climbs off the seesaw and starts walking towards the bench.

“Umm.. yeah. She is usually very friendly but then again she is not quite herself these days.” Hoseok sighs. 

“Hmm noted.” you mumble. 

“Hey my little girl.” Hoseok coos as Sua runs into his embrace. She pulls his collar with her little hands lowering him down to her level to whisper something in his ear. 

“What is she doing here?” you hear her say. It’s impossible to resist your laugh at this cutely angry baby who is very displeased at your presence. 

“Sua. Where are your manners?” Hoseok scolds her. 

“Hey. it’s alright.” you stop him, without realizing that you have reached for his arm in the process and placed your right hand there. 

Hoseok’s eyes shift towards your hold and you remove your hand as swiftly as possible, mumbling a quick apology.   

“I didn’t mind a bit.” Hoseok whispers. There is an undertone in his voice and again you don’t know what it is. 

You have never been as clueless as you are about Hoseok.

Reading people has always been one of your greatest abilities, even far before you got into psychotherapy. Understanding what’s going inside someone’s head is nothing too hard for you. But with Hoseok it’s different. You feel exposed under his dark gaze when you should be the one to make him feel intimidated with you.  

The way he looks at you, makes you feel like he knows exactly how troubled you are, how lonely you feel and how broken you have become. 

Realizing you have been lost in Hoseok’s eyes for far too long, you avert your gaze to Sua. 

“Hey Sua. Annyeong.” you give her a big smile but she remains unfazed. 

“Annoyeng.” her small voices is sounds whiny. 

You sigh. She is harder to approach than you assumed. 

“You know my friends just ditched me. They went shopping without telling me that they had changed their plans. I was feeling so down, so I called daddy and asked him if I could see you.” you can feel Hoseok’s eyes still trained on your profile. 

“Really? Your friends went without you?” from her voice you know she relates. And that is the main reason why you chose this lie. 

“Yup. But it’s alright if you don’t want me to be here. I will-” You start standing up faking to leave the park. 

Sua cuts you off, “No. You can be here.” 

Great. That’s what you wanted all along, “Really? I can?” 

She nods. 

Your eyes divert to Hoseok again, who is staring at you with amusement in his eyes. 

“Then do you want to go swinging with me?” You ask the little girl pointing towards the pair of swings a little far away. 

She looks at Hoseok for permission and when he gives her an affirmative sign, she mumbles a little yes. So you extend your hand towards her, hold her and walk her towards the swing. 

“You know, I used to be so afraid of swings when I was little.” you are staring at the ground but you can feel Sua’s eyes at you. 

“Why?” she asks. You feel a sense of accomplishment as she is finally interacting with you. 

“One of my classmates pushed me so hard that I flew off the swing and ended up hurting both of my knees.” You laugh a little, “I didn’t go near swings for a long time after that.”

“And now? You are not afraid of swings anymore?” She stops her swing rendering it out of motion. Her full concentration is on you. 

“No. I grew up so tall. See.” You show yourself off by expanding your legs.

“So.. when I grow up tall I won’t be afraid of Jaemin anymore?” she looks up at you, her expression is filled with fear. You know you need to be more careful from here. 

“Umm.. that depends on why you are afraid of Jaemin. Is he… your classmate?” you speak softly. 

Sua diverts her attention to her shoes, kicking dirt and avoiding looking into your eyes. She stays silent for a moment and you don’t push her to talk. 

“Yes. He- he is a bad boy.” her soft voice quivers. 

Another case of school bullying. Most of the teenagers you counsel are either a victim of school bullying or an unhealthy domestic atmosphere. But this is the first time you are counseling a kid so small troubled with bullying. Usually kids of Sua’s age are more likely to tease each other over small things but bullying is a complex concept. Hence, counselling Sua may not be an easy task. 

“Does he annoy you a lot?” you place carefully enough so that you don’t trigger her unintentionally. 

“Yes.” her eyes are still trained on her shoes. 

Nodding to yourself, you decide not to push the conversation any further. Sua already looks down enough and you don’t want to ruin her Friday afternoon any more.  

“Sua, what do you like more, chocolate or vanilla? I like chocolate more.”  You say, trying to brighten up her mood. 

Her expression changes within a heartbeat, “Me too. Me too. I like chocolate a lot.”    

“Then should we have some ice-cream?”  you extend your hand towards her. 

This time Sua doesn’t wait for her father’s confirmation, she grabs your hand as you two hop off the swings and walk towards Hoseok, who is currently busy on the phone. 

He smiles up at both of you as he speaks into his phone, “No. not tonight. I am busy. I’ll call you later.” and he cuts the call. 

That sounded pretty much like the cancellation of a booty-call but whatever it is, it’s not your business. 

“Hey you girls. Did you guys have fun?” he asks, taking Sua into his embrace again. 

“Yes. We did. Right sua?” you giggle. 

Sua nods giggling back. 

“But daddy, you promised to buy me ice-cream, why haven’t you bought it yet?”  she pouts adorably and you giggle again. 

“Pabo! It would have melted.” Hoseok laughs at her daughter. 

“Oh. That’s right.” Sua exclaims, wondering hard. Even before you know it, you are laughing out loud. A fit of laughter escapes your throat at the cuteness of this father-daughters duo. The frequency of your laughter increases when two of them join you. Suddenly you realize it’s been an embarrassingly long time since you have laughed this loud, this freely, this genuinely. Suddenly, you feel good, you feel free. 

“Do you think there’s something to be seriously worried about?” Hoseok asks, walking you towards your car. Sua fell asleep right after having a bowl full of ice-cream. Hoseok tugged her into a blanket and put her into the car seat before walking you to yours. 

“It will be too early for me to say anything but I will get there soon. She is a kid after all, I can’t rush with her. I can’t dig into her fears unless she is comfortable enough. That will do more harm.” You come to stand in front of your car. 

Hoseok nods. 

“Yes. You’re right.” he murmurs. 

You swear to all the gods above there, they really took time to craft this man. His sharp jawline is a perfect contrast to his soft features. His dark brown eyes glint under the setting sun. And in this dimming light, he looks like a dream. 

And maybe you are dreaming because there is no way he is stepping close to you now, raising his hand, bringing it closer to your face and touching you. But then his fingers brushes on the skin of your neck, gently picking something off from it. You feel goosebumps all across your skin and at the same time your face feels like it’s on fire, bazing red and hot. 

Fuck. You are deprived of touches for so long. 

“Loose thread.” Hoseok whispers. 

“O-oh. Thanks. This top keeps losing threads.” an useless TMI. 

“It does the job though. You look really pretty.” he whispers again and with that heart-breakingly beautiful smile of his. 

That’s it. You need to run away as soon as possible. 

“Ah, thanks. You are kind. Bye. See you next Friday.” you bow a little. 

He takes a step back without dimming his smile, “Bye. I will be waiting. Drive safe, Y/N.”

You finally find your breath when he turns his back and walks away from you. This is unexplainable, this is not ethically right, you should be heartbroken, and you should stay miles away from stupid feelings but you just can’t stop admiring Hoseok. Currently you are more confused and clueless than you have ever been. And you absolutely don’t know what to do with it.  

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MCC Check-in #4*

This was a reader-request - unfortunately the queue ate the request and my original post so this is the best I could do!

Summary: Harry gets mad at y/n when she's being a bit sassy - he doesn't take her attitude well. Reader requested mean Harry. 2k words

Warning: Kidnapper!harry - move on if you don't like - smut, anal sex, degradation, mean Harry, threats to manipulate, punishment, orgasm denial

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You were being sassy and Harry couldn’t understand why. But you were about to get your period and you were in a sour mood and Harry was gone for most of the day and he hadn’t had sex with you at all that day. You just weren’t happy.

And to top it off, when Harry did finally come back home he didn’t give you much attention so you resorted to pouting and the silent treatment. Harry didn’t like you being like this.

“What’s wrong pup?” He grasped at your wrist as you stood from the dinner table to clear it. You yanked your hand away and Harry felt his anger build. You walked away into the kitchen without answering him.

“Y/n! Get back here right now!” Harry raised his voice.

But you shrugged to yourself and ignored him, turning on the faucet to rinse some dishes. You'd do almost anything to get his attention, even if he was being mean.

Harry huffed and shook his head. He got up from the table in haste and it caused the chair he was seated in to fall back to the floor with a crash.

You heard the chair fall to floor. Your heart rate picked up in anticipation of having Harry angry at you. But you were feeling irritated and still upset.

Harry was suddenly behind you, reaching around your frame to turn the faucet off.

He put his hands on your hips and turned you with jostle to face him. When you wouldn’t look at his face he grasped your jaw and made you lift your face, “Fucking look at me!” He growled.

You flitted your eyes up to his and could see how angry he was.

“Now tell me what’s wrong right now.” He loosened his grip on your jaw so you could speak.

You inhaled a deep breath and gulped before speaking, “You’ve ignored me all day and I feel achy because I think I’m about to start my period. But you don’t care about that, do you? Seeing as you were gone all day without even saying goodbye to me when you left.”

Harry scoffed and rolled his eyes. Now he could understand you being a little pissy and in a bad mood, but you’d been indignant with him since he got home.

“Nahh… you’ve been really rude to me. I didn’t do anything wrong to deserve the way you’ve been acting,” Harry countered.

You shook your head and tried to stand your ground but Harry yanked your arm and led you down the hallway to the door that went to the basement. He turned the knob and you gasped in shock. Was he sending you to the room he kept you for all that time when he first kidnapped you?

“No! Harry! No! Please! No!! I’ll be good! I’m sorry!” You we’re hysterical. Tears began pouring from your eyes and you started to shake. Harry could tell this threat was working.

He paused, “Okay. I wont bring you to the basement but I need to make you understand what you did was not okay. What should your punishment be?”

You rounded your eyes and nodded quickly, “Okay! If you spank me and then use you however you want will that be good enough? Please, Harry. I’ll do anything at all, just don’t put me in that room.”

Harry gave you a curt nod, “I better not hear a single complaint come from you or I will send you down to the basement for the night.”

He pulled you to your bedroom and slammed the door closed behind him.

You watched him undo his belt slowly and then he looked at you and let his gaze drop down over your body. He couldn’t help it. He found you irresistible and if he’s honest, he actually hadn’t paid that much attention to you all day. You were cute with a high pony tail, a little patterned dress that fit your figure perfectly with bare feet, and perfectly manicured toes to finish it off.

Harry walked toward you and found himself curious to see what you had on underneath. He put his fingers on the hem of your skirt and dragged it upward gently until he was met with your pretty white panties. Your bare thigh looked so delicious he couldn’t help himself when he leaned down as he lifted your thigh and kissed the soft inside of it.

You let out the breath you’d been holding and put your hands on his shoulders. This was all you wanted all day. You felt your stress vanish with Harry’s lips on your skin.

Harry stood up and brought his hands up to your face, “You’ve been naughty and you hurt my feelings. You’re going to get punished now. Take your clothes off.”

You didn’t waste time to obey. Your clothes were a pile on the floor next to your feet in thirty seconds.

Harry pointed to the bed, “Bend over the bed. Face down. Arms behind your back.”

You bent at the waist and leaned over the bed, your cheek on the comforter as you moved your arms behind your back.

Harry grabbed your wrists in one of his palms and without giving you a moment to relax into the way he was holding your wrists you felt the sting of your bottom being smacked with his leather belt. You jumped and bit your lip to keep quiet. He did say he didn’t want any complaints so you figured keeping silent was the best route.

The truth was that Harry didn’t intend on sending you to the basement. He just wanted to shake you up, fair or not, he didn’t like your attitude and he knew what would get you right in line.

Harry continued striking your ass with his belt and he loved watching how your bottom was pink and small welts were left behind where the edges of the leather landed on your skin.

With your hands held behind your back you couldn’t move or wiggle really. The position was uncomfortable along with the spanking you were getting.

When Harry felt you’d had quite enough, he pulled at your wrists, forcing you to stand.

You looked up at him with tears in your eyes but Harry would not go easy on you. You’d never acted out the way you did today and Harry wanted to make sure it never happened again.

Harry turned you to face away from him and began securing your wrists with the belt he’d just used on your bottom. The he gently pushed you forward toward the bed again, “Lay over the bed again, like before.”

You scooted up to the bed and leaned down but you fell into the bed since you didn’t have the function of your hands to lower yourself slowly.

You heard Harry removing his trousers and then you felt his hands on your raw, sore bottom. His soft touch moved down toward your slit as he felt around to see how wet you were. You were slick and ready.

Harry would never get over how you were wet just about all the time around him. He closed his eyes as he ran his fingers up toward your clit and slid his middle finger into your entrance.

“My little slut, aren’t you? Always wanting my cock even when I’m mean,” Harry spoke as he watched his finger disappear inside your hole, and then as he pulled out how shiny and wet it was.

“Yes, Harry. I’m your little slut. Forever.” You added forever because you knew he liked that. You hoped it softened him up a bit.

Harry spread your cheeks and then spit down over your bum hole. You felt the warm saliva slip down to your pussy. He spat again and then took a finger to press his spit into your ass.

He fingered at your backside a bit and you tried to turn to see his face but you were unable to with the belt at your wrist. You'd had him play with your other hole before and now you wondered if he'd be fucking it too. You kind of hoped he would. You liked his fingers filling your bum up.

Harry's voice was choked as he spoke, "Fuck. I think you're ready for this, puppy. My cock is gonna hurt going in but once you get used to it I think you're gonna like it."

And he was right. It did hurt. When pushed past your entrance the first time it stretched and burned and you couldn't help the yelp that fell from your lips. You tried to stay quiet but his cock was big and you'd never trained for it like he said he would do.

But hearing Harry's deep groan as he pushed in as deep as he could go gave you a smile. He liked it and so you squeezed your eyes closed and gasped as he began to fuck in and out of your hole.

Harry pulled out and then you felt him spit over you again. Then he used his fingers to collect your arousal and he wiped it over you bum, inside your anus and on his cock to get things nice and slick.

When he dipped back into your bum hole this time his cock glided a little easier. It still burned and stretched, though.

Harry began to rock his hips in a steady motion in and out of you and then he brought his palm down over your cheek, a loud crack sounding into the room from the force. You jumped and moaned.

Having him fucking your anus was beginning to feel good. Really good. Your moans grew louder and Harry was gasping and groaning at the feel of you so tight around him.

"This is my new hole to fuck, isn't it, pup? Whenever I please," another swat to your bottom as your ass was getting stuffed made your head spin.

Harry rolled into you deeply, the sound of him smacking into your ass was in rhythm with the squeaking of the bed.

"Tell me your sorry," Harry groaned his words. He was so close to coming it wasn't funny. The view of your little tight hole sucking him in and the way it felt around his cock was too much.

"Sorry! I'm so sorry, Harry. I'll never be rude to you again. Ow!" You sputtered out your words as Harry began to rail you faster after your apology.

You felt your limbs tingle as Harry spanked you again. Then he wrapped a hand around the front of your torso and grasped onto the front of your neck as he squeezed and brought your upward slightly, his hips never stopping from fucking you.

"That's right. Fucking better be sorry. You wanted to be fucked, this is what you're getting today, pup. I'm gonna fill up your little asshole with my come and then leave you here on the bed to think about what you've done."

True to his word, Harry spurted his warm come into your ass as he came with loud, deep groan into the room. He jutted himself as deep as he could get and you squealed at the way it felt inside of you.

When he finished pouring everything he had inside of you he pulled out and watched as your small hole dripped with his come and down to your pussy. He gave you another spanking and then left you in the room. Closing the door behind him.

Harry had left you leaned over the bed, butt naked, leaking his come out of your ass with his belt secured around your wrists behind your back.

You couldn't get up or move and you didn't get to come, but you made Harry come and that drew a smile over your face as you sighed and closed your eyes in contentment.

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[blackjackkent]

OK time for yet another boss battle combat report!

(Everyone seemed to like the Iron Throne play-by-play so I guess I'm getting more thorough with these. XD )

We get to fight big boy, who i'm not referencing by name till under the cut, and his three lady friends from the other thrones, plus the three guards from the front door.

Sarevok is quite beefy - 206HP. Surprisingly, the guards from the front door are the other scary ones; That Which Guards has 236HP and the other two are 162. Amelyssan and her cronies are a much more reasonable 72, which means that they're our first targets to get off the field as quickly as possible.

springagainafter: hee hee I've been waiting for you to get to the bit where Sarevok shows up springagainafter: ghost Melissan too UGH springagainafter: PUNCH SAREVOK, HECTOR springagainafter: do it for Rasaad, it's what he would want XD blackjackkent: heeeeee blackjackkent: hell yeah

Let's see how well Team Juggernaut holds up to this challenge.

Minsc was able to open the fight by taking out Amelyssan at once. (He gets five attacks with Nyrulna on the first turn of the fight due to Dread Ambusher and Enraged Throw and he used them all on her.) I like to think that this was not actually strategy but just him zeroing in on her immediately as the person he hates second most on the field (but was most likely to kill quickly) and wanting her GONE.

I backed up out of combat for a bit so I could look at Sarevok's inspect screen and he's a spooky boy. Among his Exciting Features are: Legendary Resistance (unsurprising), Exceptional Plate (decreased physical damage), multiattack, bleed infliction on enemies with full health, and 20AC. Fundamentally, though, the scariest thing about him is that he has a number of equally scary friends and a lot of health, so we'll be better off taking the friends out of the equation fast. We've dealt with Steel Watchers, so as long as Sarevok doesn't start exploding, I'm not as worried as I was with them. XD

The three echoes also turn out to be primary targets because they cast Haste on Sarevok and Slow on our party, both of which are TERRIFYING in this context, so good to get them off the field as quickly as possible.

As the fight goes on, though, things get... interesting. Every time our boy Sarevok hits something he gets a stack of "Murderous Strikes", and when it hits 4 he can cast "Deathbringer's Legacy" which basically allows him to do a four-strike multihit. And when hastened he can get that VERY often.

On her second turn, Jaheira DISCONNECTS HERSELF FROM THE PARTY because she doesn't have time for my mediocre combat skills, casts Confusion on all three of the weird scary guards, and beelines straight for Sarevok like a house on fire entirely without my input.

CORRECTION: The above point seriously confused me through quite a few reloads and I couldn't figure out what was causing it bc it only seemed to happen sometimes. Turns out that one of the Big Scary Guards cast "Compelled Duel" on her, which I think broke her out of my control briefly even though it's supposed to just prevent her from attacking anyone other than the caster. And then I think her casting Confusion caused the control to drop (when the BSG failed its save) but didn't put her back in the party.

I like my interpretation better, though, that she's so pissed off with Sarevok that she doesn't have time for my bullshit.

Honestly Hector's brute force punching is carrying the day. (The spirit of Rasaad moves within him indeed.) His second turn he got a starting topple on Sarevok and melted him for a total of [does hasty math] A HUNDRED AND FORTY FIVE DAMAGE. My boy is a guided missile and we love that for him! This build is so broken oh my god, Zen. XD

Looking more closely at the Big Scary Guards, I noticed this:

This is good news actually and means we probably don't have to kill them, just keep them from killing US long enough to deal with Sarevok.

Having finally, after a number of confused reloads, figured out what was going on with Jaheira, it was time to bring out the owlbear to smack Sarevok around, and leave Karlach in the back to deal with the BSGs. Four owlbear claw hits in a row for ~22 damage each is spicy, plus each of them does knockback, which gives us the incredibly satisfying image of Sarevok Anchev bouncing across the floor like an errant ping-pong ball.

Eventually we whittled him down! The BSGs, as expected, despawned when Sarevok died, and we just had to clear out the remainder of the echoes in order to finish the fight.

Yasssss. SAREVOK ANCHEV IS NO MORE!

*loud cheering from Faenya-Dail*

I would damn well hope the Murder Tribunal are impressed after that display. XD

I didn't even know that was an option but I think I'm glad we didn't become whatever that is. XD

Excellent. That will be Thursday's project since I have raids tomorrow. XD

[inkribbon796]

Egotober 2023 Day 4, Date Night with the Dooms

Summary: Silver and the city might not be having a good time, but Dark is as happy as can be.

A/N: This is a carry over from Day 3

Prompt: Happy

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31

Mark got the alarm from the cops while he was on his drive to get late night groceries. Wilford and Dark had the downtown area. Dark was clearly under the influence of Wilford’s aura more than usual, making him more dangerous than normal.

So Mark found a place to randomly park, got changed inside of it, and as Silver flew off to find them.

“SAM, get me good news,” Silver said. “Where are those bastards?”

“They seem to be over by the Westen Bridge,” SAM said. “Bing also sent a message saying that they’ve been having issues with an eco-terrorist in Gainesville. He will need you on call when you’re done.”

“Damn, when it rains, it pours. That will be a while, tell Abe I’m coming his way.” Silver flew around buildings. “How many casualties?”

“Five confirmed, two cops, three civilians,” SAM said.

“Dammit,” Silver picked up speed, flying as fast as he could as the bridge slowly came into view.

It turned out that Silver didn’t need to make it all the way to the bridge because he spotted Dark emerging from one of his portals. A mad smile on his face and violence in his eyes.

His dark grey coat and black hair billowing in the night air. His blue and red chromatic copies stuttered out around him. His aura coiling around him.

And Silver shot over to him like a bullet.

He wasn’t sure if it was an illusion or if his haste made him easier to spot, but Silver seemed to go through him and Silver skidded to a stop.

“Shepherd, did you bring your child again, or have you come to fight me?” Dark said, already moving.

“He’s not mine, he’s not involved.” Silver didn't know where Wilford was but he couldn’t just let Dark get away from him. And if Ethan was here, Mark was going to lose it.

Or Dark was trying to throw him off his game.

“Well, I’d like to stay and chat, Shepherd, but I have business to attend to.” Dark then opened up a portal and Silver tried to grab part of him. Managing to snag him by the arm and throw him away from it.

“You’re not going anywhere but jail,” Silver said, relishing in the visible impact Dark made. A nice reminder that the creature who terrorized his city since before he was born was not invincible.

Before Silver could go to grab him, he paid for his hubris and was attacked when aura snagged him at the cape and throat.

Wilford drove his face into the concrete roof. “How dare you fuck up date night!”

Using as much strength as he could muster, Silver got out of Wilford’s hold.

Wilford grabbed Silver in a headlock and smiled at Dark. “Darkling, if you want to run ahead, I’ll get rid of the riff raff.”

“How you’re able to brainwash him into doing this is beyond me.” Silver was barely able to keep Wilford from choking him out.

“Pay him, no head Darkling, run along, I’ll catch up.” Wilford grinned and Silver could feel it in his aura when he did it.

Instead of insisting to do his own dirty work or making a passive aggressive comment about Wilford, Dark laughed.

An actual real laugh from the literal demon mob boss crime lord. Dark let out a mad cackle, sounding every bit like the supervillain he was.

And then he was gone, throwing himself off the rooftop, like he needed to walk anywhere.

Wilford smiled at Silver. “See? He loves date night. Look at how happy he is.”

Silver began fighting, taking way too long to try and follow Dark. He was way too buzzed on Wilford’s aura to be safe for anyone’s wellbeing.

When Silver broke away, he looked towards the direction Dark had gone. He expected Wilford to jump him. When he didn’t, a pit felt like it was dropping in his gut and Wilford was gone.

Starting a full hour long goose chase that ended outside the home of the current mayor. A man who has been under Dark’s thumb, taking bribes and threats to do whatever he wanted.

In the end after Silver had found where Dark had gone, only one other person died that night. This death seemed to be the most gruesome of the night.

The cops and three civilians had been quick deaths. Wrong place wrong time, all by Wilford’s hand, or rather his gun.

This one was Dark’s doing, and the carnage and slow death proved it.

Gatling, Bob, was outside the house with Abe. The city in its uneasy normal. The rampage seemed over.

Silver was furious and upset at how unable they’d been to do anything. And this hadn’t been the first time. They needed someone who could follow auras and they needed it desperately.

Bob looked just as uncomfortable. “Look, I know he was corrupt as fuck, and so is the entire council board, but at least he was alive.”

Just boiling in rage, Silver thought things over for a bit. “We need to call Marvin.”

“Right now? It’s like three or four in the morning for him?” Abe said.

“I don’t care, we don’t have a tracker and all of the Septics can see or feel auras. Even Schneep can. They can afford to lose one of them, I don’t care which at this point. There’s no way we’re getting J.J, so we go for either Chase or Marvin. And Chase has an actual civilian life, so Marvin is our only chance.”

Bob looked even more uncomfortable but he sighed. “Okay, we’ll try.”

Silver made the call, knowing what a long fight he was about to get himself into.

Back at the Manor, Dark and Wilford came tumbling out of a portal. Wilford a laughing mess and Dark more of a smiling one. Their hands intertwined. 

Dark’s office was still the disaster they had left it in.

“You have fun, Darkling?” Wilford kissed the back of Dark’s hand as their fingers stayed intertwined.

“You know what?” Dark said, only starting to come down off of his intoxicating high. “I did. It was a lovely evening. I got to put the city back in its place and now I don’t have to keep paying that skidmark of a creature to do what I want.”

“Simply lovely,” Wilford said. “You were amazing as always.”

The madman made a noise as Dark pulled away to look around the office.

“I was, wasn’t I?” Dark smiled to himself. “And I’ve been thinking.”

“Love it,” Wilford sat back on Dark’s desk.

“My city has gotten a bit too high and mighty, time to show the heroes and the police just really rules this town,” Dark said, his mad smile still on his face.

Then his aura turned a bit more blue.

Dark changed his form to look more human, warmer. A crisp black suit and doe-like brown eyes. An old form, an old face. “I think this city needs to be taken in a new direction.”

Wilford froze, as if his twisted mind was trying to grasp onto something, but he just smiled and cupped his hands around Dark’s face. “Simply divine, as always, my darling. I think this calls for a celebration, I’ll get Yan and the boys,”

The madman hopped off the desk and rushed out of the office to round up their adopted wards. At least all the ones that were still awake.

Dark watched him go for a bit. His blue soul echoed out from Dark, looking after Wilford with dangerous longing. Dark easily pulled the long-dead mayor back in before he could spoil his evening. Dark was in a good mood, and he refused to let that change the night.

[evokersapprentice]

Spelling test

Spell selection is one of the most difficult and important decisions wizards face. There are various guides out there to rank the spells available, but they often disagree, and - as with everything - the actual usefulness can vary depending on your build, your party, your campaign, and the other choices that you've made.

As such, I thought I'd share my own subjective experience as a fledgling wizard feeling my way and making a few mistakes in the process.

Fly

This could be a really effective way to keep yourself safe. Forget Mage Armour, Shield, Mirror Image, all of that. If you're facing melee enemies, just shoot up into the sky and rain spells down upon them with impunity.

Unfortunately, it takes your concentration, and that's a real downside. Concentration spells are how wizards have most of their impact. In fact, the need to keep concentration is the main reason to keep yourself out of harm's way. Using it just to shield your hit points feels like selfish play, at the cost of actually helping the team.

It also holds your reaction, unless you're feeling supremely confident that none of your enemies have flight or a ranged attack up their sleeve. You're putting yourself in a precarious position if you take any damage at all, so you'll need to learn and prepare Feather Fall if you weren't already, and not use your reaction on Silvery Barbs or other things that could help the rest of the party. Otherwise this will often put you in a more vulnerable position, which is the opposite to what you're using it for.

Unless you're regularly having to fight a pack of wolves alone, you're usually better off setting a good concentration spell (to tie up your enemies or deliver regular damage each turn) and keeping yourself safe enough by stepping behind your martial teammates and relying on your other defensive spells. If you ever have a desperate need for flight outside of combat, Polymorph is just one spell level higher.

Blur

As above, this is a use of concentration to protect yourself, which is counterproductive. You usually need to protect yourself to preserve concentration. If you really need more protection than range and 20 AC can provide, there are other spells which don't need your undivided attention: Mirror Image at the same level, Blink at one level more, or both if you're feeling particularly frightened.

Haste

I used this a little bit early on, and my friendly fighter enjoys it, but the returns just aren't worth it at higher levels. One extra weapon attack is a marginal gain for my martial colleagues, as both fighters and rogues don't hit particularly hard per weapon attack at higher levels: rather than their attack damage scaling, they just get more attacks or higher once-per-turn damage.

Then there's the hangover. Once you cast Haste, you can't drop it (by choice or by being hit) without your martial friend missing a turn to repent at their leisure. That's a punishment that could be equal to or greater than its initial rewards.

If you really need a buff, Polymorph is usually stronger when you get access to it, or you can summon a whole other ally instead.

Animate dead

This sounded amazing in theory. No concentration. A full 24 hours. Early on, it might even be useful to have a skeleton around, as a slightly more resilient familiar to scout ahead or stand guard or play a small role in combat. But I've barely used this spell beyond a few early tries, because skeletons are just not very good. Against any foe worth its salt, a skeleton is going to struggle to hit (a measly +4) or avoid being hit and killed (AC and HP both 13).

The spell scales with number of summons, quantity over quality, which doesn't resolve this fundamental issue. You could summon a dozen skeletons against a dragon and they could all die without making any impact at all. There are ways to use this spell, but they require a lot of planning to equip your skeletons (with DM agreement) and make them a bit more competent. It's nice that you can burn a spell slot before you go to sleep and have a free squad of guards for the night and the next day, but they don't age well going into the depths of a campaign.

For comparison, the Druid has Conjure Animals at the same spell level. This takes concentration, and only lasts an hour, but allows eight creatures with the same challenge rating as a skeleton (1/4). Upcasting to fifth level brings forth sixteen beasts compared to five skeletons. If you're doing it for one combat (and despite the 24 hours maximum, five skeletons aren't likely to last much longer), it doesn't measure up very well.

At one point I'd love to try abusing this a little more. If I save my fourth and fifth level slots to the end of a day, I could raise 14 skeletons to stand guard as we sleep whilst the other guys are putting on their pyjamas. I only need four hours, whereas the party need eight, so I could raise another 20 and recover my slots with four short rests.

Having an army for the next sixteen hours would be funny, although I don't think my DM would thank me, and they still wouldn't really make a scratch on a dragon (80% miss, 5 damage each, all dead on the first breath attack). But I think that's probably the only way this spell is actually worth it. In normal use (bringing one or three skeletons to immediately die) it's not brilliant.

Flaming sphere

This is a spell which doesn't get a lot of love, but I found I ended up using it a lot as a versatile entry-level version of some of the other types of spells.

This is the sort of thing that concentration spells are for. They're a great way to beat action economy, which is one of the biggest restrictions you face in the game. It can be a battlefield effect that hinders or damages opponents each turn (e.g. Entangle), an option to use your bonus action to do damage (e.g. Call Lightning), or adding a new ally which can take its own turn (e.g. Conjure Animals). You get to have more impact each round on top of your action on future turns.

Web is the golden child of second level concentration spells, but in my case I had a friendly Druid casting Entangle instead (a better, cheaper version), and it would have felt like too much overlap. Flaming Sphere came in as a more useful combination: plant it in the middle of the entangled area and anyone restrained is taking damage every turn.

Concentration is good for a few different types of spells. One is creating static areas of restraint or consistent damage, which this can do: I've even used it to block doorways or narrow tunnels. Another is summoning spells which add another body to the fray and let you use your bonus action to get an extra attack. This can also be a weak version of that: an invulnerable ally who can ram and damage any enemy you like on your turn, and potentially do more on their turn too.

It doesn't scale well and I ended up dropping it once I got the bigger guns, but in the early game I kept coming across occasions when this made sense as my first move.

Bigby's Hand

This is sort of the grown-up version. A fantastically versatile tool to play the part of various different types of spell. Want to summon an ally? The hand rivals fifth-level alternatives like Summon Draconic Spirit, and might not even be too far behind some of your party: AC 20, your HP, 60ft speed, your attack bonus, 18 average damage.

Want a save-or-suck? The hand is excellent at grappling. Unless your target has 26 STR or DEX, odds are that it'll win the toss, and it also gets advantage on anyone Medium or smaller. Some targets are going to get grappled and stay grappled. It's not as good as some conditions, only stopping them from moving, but it's more likely to stick than checks against your DC, and crucially isn't a saving throw for the purposes of various items and features which buff them, including Legendary Resistance.

Whilst an enemy is grappled, you have the option of pulling them around or doing 11-12 damage per turn as a bonus action. You can drop a flying foe from the skies and let your martial friends have at it. You can drag a melee opponent back into a Wall of Fire, or stop them from leaving it, whilst adding even more damage yourself every turn. Then when they die, you can do the same thing to their friend.

Want battlefield control? Telekinesis is also a fifth-level spell, and Bigby's Hand can basically mimic it in combat with a higher DC and advantage on Medium and smaller enemies. You can push anyone who fails the arm-wrestle up to 25-30 ft, which is usually enough to cancel any movement towards you or dump them into any battlefield hazard: push them off a precipice, into the radius of somebody else's horrible concentration spell, or back into the reach of your martial colleagues.

Want a defensive buff? The hand will take a bullet for you. Anybody with less than 26 strength can't get past it, without even the option of a dice roll, and with that AC and HP it could take a while for them to kill. You also get half-cover. As above, I don't think it's a good idea to concentrate on keeping yourself safe, but this can be one-turn thing as you concentrate on the potential of your other options.

That's the beauty of it: you don't have to choose one or the other. You can have your hand hovering in the middle, ready to do whatever you need it to as the battle develops. With one spell slot, you can use this as whichever sort of concentration spell you need, choosing again in each turn as it comes.

Polymorph is another wonderfully versatile spell.

You don't need Fly or Water Walk at third level for the odd situation where you need it, because you can just change into a suitable form. You can sneak or fly or climb or swim or burrow or see in the dark or whatever you need to do - if it exists in nature, you can do it.

You don't really need Haste, because transforming your friend into a Giant Ape or Tyrannosaurus is at least as good a buff (increased speed, massive boost to HP, still decent damage at this level). The HP alone, stacking on top of your actual health, makes this a pretty good option when somebody needs healing. Slap them in an Ape suit and they're got 157 HP and can keep swinging. Ditto for a squishy caster when they run out of spell slots.

It's even functional as a save-or-suck if you need it. A single chance for a Wisdom saving throw, and you can park one enemy as a rat whilst you deal with their friends. Hypnotic Pattern at third level is similar, one Wisdom save, allowing you to hit them once and break the spell. Banishment at fourth level basically does the same thing with a Charisma save, and you can't even get that hit in.

Polymorph is all of those types of concentration spell in one.

Invisibility is one of my great disappointments.

As with some of the spells above, this sounded cool on the surface (I mean, it's invisibility) but I've barely had reason to use it. Being hidden is nice, but it's incredibly expensive: a second level spell slot, use of your concentration, and being barred from attacking or casting any other spells. You become invisible, but impotent.

This is a no-go for combat. Even if you can cast it in advance, you become useless to your party who will need your other spells and concentration effect. I have a general rule against selfish self-buffs, and this one inhibits as much as it helps.

It's more useful for sneaking around, but even there I've seen cases where combat appears unexpectedly and I (or a friend) am then gripped by the sunk cost fallacy: using spells feels twice as expensive, wasting my invisibility, and there's an awful temptation to do nothing and hope the others handle it without you. Bad!

You're also rarely sneaking solo. If a scout is required, others will be better suited (in my case, a Rogue with ridiculous stealth and a wildshaping Druid, or even a familiar) to do so with less cost, and making them invisible would be overkill. If the party need to sneak together, it's even more expensive to extend - a fifth level spell slot for just four of you, and all rendered impotent - where there are usually better options.

As with Web versus Entangle, there are some things which Druids simply do better. Pass Without Trace can cover as many allies as you want, for a second level slot, and in practice allows us to sneak just as well. Don't send a Wizard to do a Druid's job. You have plenty of things that you're best at to focus on.

Greater invisibility allows you to fight at the same time, which would seem to be a powerful defensive buff, although attacking tends to give away your position. But it's like Flight and the others above in that sense: you don't want to be buffing yourself using your concentration, and you don't want to be buffing your martial friends in this way.

Making them harder to hit? Absolutely. But this stops them getting targeted by attacks at all, which is the opposite of what you need. You want them to be drawing enemy fire, because otherwise it's coming to you. You're squishier than them, and you're the one who's concentrating on this, so if you get hit it's all for nothing. There's no point in buffing your tank in a way that makes you (and the existence of the buff itself) more vulnerable.

Misty Step is fantastic. First of all, teleportation is a wonderful skill to have in your repertoire, and 30ft is enough to do most of what you'll need it for. I've used this spell to slip into strongholds through the keyhole, as well as to flee to cover from a dragon's clutches.

It's such a bargain as well. Only a second level spell, and only a bonus action. That means you still get your whole turn: no second levelled spell, sure, but a cantrip and your full range of movement. It's like having a Rogue's bonus action dash, except better, because teleportation doesn't provoke opportunity attacks. It's your get out of trouble free card.

If you're under attack from a scary ogre, you can get 60ft away and still send a Firebolt over your shoulder. I've fled certain death and necked a healing potion once I'm clear. I've jumped through a closed window and still been ready to fight. Wonderful stuff.

Thunder Step seems to overlap with Misty Step, but honestly I'm a fan of having both of them prepared, especially when serious peril is on the cards. I've only used it a few times, but all of them were crucial in saving my life or that of a colleague.

The 90ft range is great to have as an emergency escape (clear of most threats, especially as you still have your movement), but being able to take a plus one gives it another whole dimension. I've walked into trouble, grabbed a dying colleague, and taken us both to safety with no opportunity attack - whilst still dealing a decent amount of damage to their attacker. As that's about what a cantrip would do, I see that as a fair trade for this being an action rather than the bonus action above.

[libidomechanica]

O hurry to the stationary voice

A sonnet sequence

               1

Poor Susan lies a bed in pail, when love, of happier men—for the better in the duration from the night, sooner beauty’s fading rose fast with such as they by my successfull Youth your merry meeting, as ever loved you. With flower, one must weep or she my mistress; old Susan, she who dwells a loved but for a while, then come down! The beach under the palace. And who can press that bene these Prodigal of pensive Sins refrain, and Fir’d with reasons find when the night as this for my dark-dawning Day, in evenings, we are two fishes take. In that Plot, while the Sunne, to be friend.

               2

So through the white-wall’d town; through the Law shall owe you are sweets war nor near it, meek as a lamb the poet’s matter; and he knew the vale you send a kiss by you, sir, to you and for short File Barzillai thou canst find out of sight; thus the King of the ridge of mine own: thou hast chiefly those that now leapt from Humane Laws controul; and manna dew; and sighs, bespeaking somewhat grim, what cannot find thee; I am safe, and I am the abuse of both sexes fit. Mix with words—Julia, that have a Right torch of love a little ones leapèd and largely displac’d that I was to end: my mistress.

               3

My one child upon his blood, and soul were those him Magistrate; his Memory refresh my flowring and proudly shook down Splendour o’er the oxheart that bosom bears, on which if I should bide by side, is in the dark, dark woods. Him whom she loves it and peace, masked like trees, the Solymæan Rout; well Verst of dreaming Saint from his Rabinical degree, and tell them to deuoure, with a blew silke riband. The odourd sheeted waters noiseless clay and anon there is something New to wish, and entered in, and shake, as doen high cloud is scatter than his Wealth adieu; but, now, and about his enemie.

               4

Upon their follies, love, happy where did it all men could sing a faery’s song. Their malice? Doth make, behold how good, so vainely taduance thine eagle scorns the tools; but the terrors met her; point after fight, yea, let me name, and deformed got, curst in peaceful Reign? Its passion ran: once more I think two people were fastened on the highest, among the actual look of you? Drops on the strength of late after she to Susan lies a bed in pail, when longest bear. While I call not come thought into red and emerald, shone their malice? Me words played between the fish in us had escape.

               5

I stood at length upon the lea, and threw me words my darkling verses yet day, and the discolored mead. Vast and listening, listen’d; how silent horse-man ghost, tis but love deceive their malice? Or else to sing, that they tear: but come, next my heart, which cruel! Regard of the worse that lace, purl, knot, or pin, but is that one way and anon to me ayding, others shoot; for that Earth to rise from comming streams made of diamond is impossible to infuse my tale of love, the ioyfull dampe, doe ye still and cold, like salt over a should grace and ha’ the tapers glimmering eyes are skycolor.

               6

Those dear lightnings herself a lawful Government. And Haughty Pharoah found me not my own, who can receives, all but his enemies the meanest flower-loving maids—the hears what have looked out of cherryes charm that now thou diedst unlov’d. But do thy worst of alle things in disarray: that were buried. When she roses fearfully. Was never known the tailor’s wife put on, and Buffoon: then would ye wonders has Espous’d his Narcissus Eyes; sees that played betweene some angels which thou hast taught it would make your chest with his shy sway down too, down a Prince, she cannot find on earthquake: they would ease her pastoral hillock a languid note, whiles the Kindred of my gentle muses have strength of laws, since Juliana here is not Ida right? Than mourning this is why you float up up up knocking your good suffer the pony too. The Type of Theirs—their Witnesses improve, which our Ark.

               7

She took the shadows. We take or leaves returning, and tymely ioyes to save forfeits made: ægypt and Tyrus in my dream? Desire in me. But surely she will waken straws and shaft, and the fulfilled: you had your weary dream all the salt weed sways in the after-time, your very joy. When lofty trees of straws and swell—thou lov’st no more be Absalom, forsakes the Fleece accompanied with flowers let us play, and—in the bodies former lay to sing, the woods and her grinders black and I—too late, should discover at full of incongruities: but Zeal peculiar privilege.

               8

Pipe on oaten strayt, the waves might need it. And, thy Matchless is, she fell on your pitiously, impart to Wives and woke desire in my chest. People come away, and often in long delight where but in wore. And in the skies. Wound round his hearts that rode at her wake, after foode relide. Whole, with Esop crosse the bright with that hides always when I do claim from dull and I fell. Where be those like a nurse. Full of wrong, the Solymæan Rout; well Verst of all Religion, and few could please; bankrupt of Living Presence. Your naked Armes stretch of grace. When your soules; come away! The bridale bowers.

               9

For humane Will, our Fortune rolls, as from among them and my doom, and sheds his Vertues may live ever. On hire bounteous of that doubled mightily pight, the whiles an hundred little grey churches. Dote on, amorously I care not: this is all the Heathen Priests of prey and proudly thrust in betwixt the latch I heard of the ridge of mind. Prepare you a place, and into my eyes full of incongruities: be her lay; lay her his colowres. That from her slumbered not enuy my loue should grace all one of Vertues only given his Sould die. Besides us two, i’ th’ fire.

               10

Which, being drawn from that cheek wet with words were not the smart, but now that I know, my louely, and torches flaming brain. Who will not lie. Call yet either see me fall! Read a book through the sun looked on the Royal Planet to the Hielands, Leezie Lindsay, will ye thus my suit repel? He said. Flye hence, O Joy, no longer in a hurry. Sun. Full of wrinckled with the rest; for still keep him poor: and survays. So rear’d she heart by heart is whole mines of Venus, to her on my Forgiving Right. Yellowing of such fire that Shimei taught through it be, art, alone. Infected with wealth is nourish’d by.

               11

To the Garden of Love. Merry note, in this prize, both near ally’d to Israel for all in all, and the soldier’s: yet I hold her, when he went: the word scarce less for rating thine at morn the herdsmen cry; for ever rue. Exalts his Prince, and brought, with the old women desired light, the clock gives all silver fountains mud; clouds and Slaves; And, wide as his time, if ever try’d th’ example led, to glance to you. Was he a brave him whom she loves his stalke dead, but blush to hear the world in the Mass, unchew’d and bad, on this crystal stone, more than this question—who can answer, nor your offence.

               12

Champ and there is neither move, whose sences they hate to be as light wind sleep of words the dark trees, sycamores blazing thy sins are; for that Earth to rise from General foe. But, children dear, let us away till the day, poor girls, she doth cast his Glory the King’s at least, have drawn without my Leave a future King thee. And Stand, which was the rays of light, is it not, my mind advanc’d the King of amber, a pavement catches keepe, that are soft lamp and there, to heare the beach, by the time, oh could move to fold me over, she weary world for thus sings her first set my poor Heart alone from Blood.

               13

If thou canst find that tho his Birth were bent, then what a happy in a mighty Years in the flies hovered with near possession could be had for you with pornography, with them! Who not love’s lips with a smoother man is stand no more sweet solitude. But sike fancies were still, and thin Partitions do thee more. By this time shall ready way among the Jews. Till Viper-like the Words salámat—Incolumity from her beseemes a virgin best. King, camp and cheek when it come in the camp, a charred and wrong, I come, she common wrong—a smoke like a wind was too busy visiting sea.

               14

His joy conceal’d, he sterved was with thine influences of earth he fell from a tenement as the fight, yea, let her whinny shrill aloud the wind was too busy visiting sea after foode relide. Tis true I have found his legs, began to which the warm as a star and with many a darkness, we are gone in tender pullings of Dove, a maiden moon that I drave among them, dear Jane! To glance too; and sit beside, and birds fly, and tincture you a place, that hue whose hurt, exprest, then night not girlish but zombie-like, zombie-like, zombie-lite through the deed their tongue and crooked, that rode at her chamber. Would David’s life: ’ I mused on the moon that which the whispered jest to my roun: That converted from the beach, by the time in life on the earth doth waste, since in denays, than its darken’d in his colowred crime with the heard all night have looked on justify it, and leaves return!

               15

Pay to his holly whip, and thine own approuance down gagelike to a married Johnny nor his grave! Forget her sad eyes—so kissed feet glowed in me as to shew his Judgment in Exreams: so over Violent, the golden chariot staies, all but his enemie. He batter down and suck for Nutriment them sing: ne let this fire from sword, and out why should see, the byting from afar: each house receive, shall cost a Limb of his accustom’d prey, we are now all is done. He has plotted against myself am shent when in the wind doth rise; some let me make most dear, made at me as to strike him.

               16

I said: Go up, dear Lady, let me hear the nameless charming disperst the Nobles all his Peaceful solitarinesse: in night watched his Greatness to ordained was, to chose fools of race accompanies the sea- beasts, ranged all but him down a Prince despise, and, Princes of a hope for thus sings herself, her seemed to sleep, when longest bear. Who even but nowe vpright honest meaning in the pasture, my music. Is shining under they could forget that I have for, but burn’d may be, but whole and told, but shaken here and Tarnish with someone’s brother, a good mother, a goodly ornament.

               17

And Betty’s in a man, stir in me behold when Kings this kind, and the first plight where the pillar; we saw her cleare eyes beheld it shine, and mochell mast to this Distance. Can soothe the fiery Soul, not a Slave of State. Down with a smooth pretending to do with the door. Such cherubins as youres: now day is holy; doe ye this way! Lest my bewailed guilt they eat and Providences crime: yet neuer day so faire encreasing his gestures, and oozed all o’er with grayish doubt too he the same, which he in the light vpon my braunches sere. Which with cunning or the other than thy humour.

               18

How safe is Treason is t, but that Ida claims the King, that the memory of our victory, bring her vp to th’ high a? Each house by the friends for his kind why will make her up and good, how can it be poison’d gloom wrought, the moon shines on my defects, when by thy prayer, they should rest again, as all his trick to the humming town; at the Frown, commit a pleasing nothing, as the Hall to-night. What I felt my veins stretch that he wip’d his Youthfull chearefull dreriment. Whose dawning Day, in every face shoulder it leanes amisse. I have no end: than war. It is becomes the dark.

               19

The times bright euening scent came her thought they elsewhere music of Heaven, against that hides always cheat and lived in sleeker time to blows: yet some this Saynt with Vulgar, passes o’er the bane of all, and Tenants to forgive th’ Offending Age: behold your mirror, full-length, yet doth it stands, she stand. Who now common wrong—a smoke go up throug my beaten hyde, all those Eyes to save for, but to thy speche, that I never live their prety stealthes shall see thee naked is and pikes all its reasons as if her story, which refused me! Twain, although you know from her bed her lay; lay her his face.

               20

Gathered by night back. Among the ghosts cald vp with blossomes rownd. This Gama swamped in lazy tolerance. The bitterness will awaken, though she and battle move? Ye thoughts than if they Covet makes me say that bee which thy frozen home is in his hand, alas, that made the Fools, whom I fear to stand, one blushing shut until he noticed me,—he notices and mistaken Men, and spher e d course, retire and Take when the sun. And there I will gently came. For all noble still repayre. Surrogate? At war with you ponder your own cost die, Nay, nay, you speak, or stir. My pride and merry Musick their tymbrels smyte, and light; no leaf will betide, the litel fowl hath hire wil on hire leod to sing, that so sweetly chide the universal device but internal chemistries vary—though it be, art, alone. Torn from thee; if ever mourning you and me, on a red gold throne!

               21

I said: Go up, dear children dear, was its only to the Hielands, Leezie Lindsay, my pride of sprites or sprites, the Mass, unchew’d and foule horror and fear; down and away below! Good Betty, he’ll be in joy both day and night are three broad sons; with nimble, and lived in sleeker times with some cold hill side. Let me be warm, let me make a peace in your won, all parts in one, one than half as good, as kind, I see a lilly on the holy water, among the graine: semed, the Crowd will fight; today I reach up the steele darts his Prince! To this day the chase, we have a future King to be.

               22

Me with means; and theyr eccho ring. Let not quite some other. That Harp untun’d by these did Zimri stand: a man so various, love and pushed by rude hoarse minstrelsy, the creeks we will this louely band some world know by the State; but will soon be back to-night. For I thought, a kind compassions will ruin your bonnet brave, how fair, how goodly dost enlarge, encline. Or Sleep-dissembling, while we fooles hire more beauty of my tongue which thunder. Is in the sill and close the Judges days the Seasons of Belial with green darkned be; night&morning’s sun to erase a midnight, but promises less.

               23

All this Numerous Faction, and his melancholy neck a rope he did lie, and a love that Love hath lost: thy Ewes, that b- b-b-breaks. All her once a Fruitfull Nile, nad Yoak a Servile shire, and makes me say they made, the whiles there is this wilfu’ grief or anticipation, why, then, is useless are; and I—too late to be seen, and joined the woods they did ascend, no True Succession, takes decades to slide, not ever would riot, making room beside the Brere like an ominous bird a-wing …. His steed and got, and the lusty brace of their slight, and the far-off bell. Your loving, alert.

               24

We are store of other with comparison had sent a herald to thee shepheard, tel it not; but whole Hydra more remains, of spreading Clyde there was a city made of rings. There are store of other summer- night, both near possess the lake, and bemoan ye; for, thought, when fallen have earth’s great whales come sailing by, sail and Jebusite did hate: born to bury all the woods them also with the Earth, thy Fruit must be done—I know me such who speak, my mother. We heard of yet, him whom still, glistening went them sing: the white as swan or snow, forget not yet, but bounteous Kings are Negligent or Weak?

               25

My memory of unkissed it and shame stole that she may spie. By those him Magistrates requisite as swan or snow, which, flowing, you had then Betray’d by one poor wretch the sudden sad afray: lyke as when in rankes dost lead, color of the place? And would spare, unworthily; there’s a rumour of battle keen’—but aye she loves, and pull out the mind from the Mouldy rolls of perplexity; then, laden with things their Lawfull Pow’r in Trust, where quince and hate, I feel I shall have it back: the nesting dove. And ah for a Calm unfit would not a tear, from Pardon’d of lengthening sun.

               26

Titles and walking of Folly needs must ride, which thy flocks are numbers spend? To take up now a congregation. Thou Mothers in the fulfilled: you had for love speechless some wind doth fall out—my two Eyes see no more for many dread disquiet once that shall grow to prize the authentic mother commends: this greatest dream there he Paus’d; then Sighing, said, she must, with Wealth was their homes, than the sea and carries faster ty’de. And one hand, laid on a giant liar; and yet leaue my love will know them not, the faculty to read and walls of thee and proud of her garden for each silly flower!

               27

For when she knows not, happy, happy mother of ioy and soon I shall to you and I. Nobler is a miracle. Close between the shore, and lende me leaue to come things, the cruel Ida keep her back; and everybody sees through it alter not love;—or brought to hang over east before; or fled she will sing, that all thy land, whose way is wilderness swept away, so I vnto my heart, how like you the fragrant slipt the trees, and pull out that which doe still it where I my selfe alone in the morning’s sun to erase a midnight empties the pony moves, and bring here. The rose the yesterday?

               28

The frost is that I was to entertaine you a course as Samuel used to peep in at a hole, and shaft, and Come’ he whispered to heel. Two names, and doing battle cry, till Viper-like the wood at lengthens out his own worth, and day; lorn autumn sky, and shake, as doen high Towers in and pricks the heart and my Eccho ring. The owls must needs must be, or gathered from greeuance. Far into the Springs of a life that full the woods did adorn, that idiot boy. The drowsy folds of our Good; enclin’d to the wind that I alone in the worse that cheek so pale you see her and serpents to the dark.

               29

And why on horsemanship, and a father got him with inconsistent with those, the Throne would not love;—or brought into red and woke desire of Greatness to their arms; the dream I glance up in some words my darkling verses swarm at every stall; the lamp and child with the heart: man to fill her on my ivy garland, let Betty’s question settled die. Bodies lose all. Forget not be account, for feare of his Fame: and, like slaves on a wood, and Providence did Joyn, for sure he meets you, you the soldier’s: yet I name, and some Names assured mirth; while that my Power and puzzle all the poor can’t hurt you, even in dreadful sight, the carefull Devil is still, glisten’d! Besides, in the sludge: ’ for I was she! Oft turne again! You thinken to the silks were his usual Theams; and try their fold, and bickers and lazy Happiness; disdains my Mother one and every tree, enaunter he!

               30

And o’r inform’d Designs oppose, naked of Friends removed. I said; and when I the date of all Immoderate Fame. Children’s voices should part, and go but it is time to expect, but that time come, she spies her son and those that’s in the wild with Praise. To hear of worse, her that good or ill. Set in truth, with now a winter’s drifting of a confusion. Oh Sir! Whenever such affronts have seen, in five months ran on and still! He fears can you bloom could sing were his Godlike Prince, with a Patriot yet, but was a princess too; and still he thus long hath the owlet in a dreadful sight, dear Jane!

               31

Unkempt strawberries. I went and let me tell but hard the tailor’s wife put on, to do her husband and stand all the repulse, than this way, this wilfu’ grief or anticipation, why, then, more bewitch me that it is winter with your sweet Elizium, by the brydall boures. To a marble. She was seene; or with a Patriott’s All- attoning with the price of mine own torn hair, hath so displayment. My wrongs and every surrogate? A star and felt their loneliness. That he kisses, and Godlike Sin. The stuffs, the Mark: for all your hidden feares, so smirke, so smooth-shaven, loving, alert.

               32

So fair, as carelesse yron dyd feare, or sicker than his Westerne fome: thy tyred steedes long as Death, or not these were fastened on the roote bent on deadly sin; if Betty listening. Me such odious Aid make yourselves forsake the doctor’s self would now all full low, thoughts of that dread disquiet once that shuts its sweetly were better side, is sick, am I sick of a jealous Eye to guard thee manifold, I joy; but the bridges. Ich am for wowing airs. That way, or Sleep-dissembled Friendship and for a moment, and subtill serpent-throates, the Choristers through the mountayne vie to towre, and for the Column, let em take away, come as goblins’ hands have had his Estate; turn’d all her boy, what know I’m Betty sees through windows do display the priest; shut stand; and leaves fall from its pedestal, all her once, a tremor breaks, and threat the wast Oake. As ever agape—bought?

               33

Comes alone, but others call from the bay. ’Er approach’d her boy, you know to choose you this? To juggle with thy fair health, but for mind grew worse vnto thraldome ties? Naked of Friends, our Jealousies and play till he is mild as she discolored mead. Make suddenly bite awake. Titles gave us leave ere long had said, is Juster to Lament hid the King their wild desire, the while her mine from them who di’d for whom grimy nakedness may Controul; and make your Cause; there’s nothing. With pain—surely we. Auspicious flame to wand’ring moment’s Just for listens, glad to hear, ever love.

               34

Or let his King; did wisely from Earthy Vapours ere the count you to some other and mightily pight, the wood at bold Defiance with those, that an iron to be seene, and lent then, to Alienate the same Designs, and brought me into Law: if not; the People easie tis flattered the rather, whom reverend love, and palely loitering, resemble, creation marks kissing her angelic finds, I have lost his Prince of heaven. The wood, whereof at first I hear you cannot find you may handle silk as free, and legs and eclipses stain both amazeful solemn grove, in smiling.

               35

How vain a thing, as I do hear, ever full of incongruities: be her foot should whet my memory clings like one of the innumerable goods which thought God’s own predicament will stay, and break, if not quite forgot, would They impose an Heir upon the flat all this long hath the only pegs; and, ah! As truth—to prove, and hery with you ponder you, whom with renown, and left to publick Safety pray, which way to her on the simple Doves, and princely name should my freshness die. Yet a Book of scorn, and pushed aside, not staies, all but Sanherins may answer&your ears, who taxeth me.

               36

And o’er and purging fire, are oftentimes beene to my kind, and with fragrant slipt the hand rubs his old night. And Johnny seen, in bush and long revolving, in his neighbour’s ear; and the cosmetics and the Charming disperst the Gown; or, had then go home therefore soon forgo; who banisht David did forbeare. Yet deepest mouth’d against the floor of the town she hies; tis Justly Destiny had highest, among his Officers trade, fools are as they will stayne, like mine, mine by all his grace all on every loss the times did most kingly drinks in his inside, Eyes like a wind through the rainbow’s glory.

               37

In Tempe, lying on the Follow, what they quitted else—the attention, why, the locks downe, so sweet or colours laid by art’s wise hands. That all the field alone he spoak: few words my darling and the north flowers let us away! Subjects ought they could he had for whom grimy nakedness dragging brere, for hither, and in his Book; but, for whatsoe’r descend in his deuise: they be fair Albany. The Axes edge did oft turne against the groundless air; where you in my hand against the Grace a Church Vermilion dies, which made the Jebusites to be true or fade, and dry’d him, than Accuse.

               38

With daily by degree that Shimei taught thee aright, she would tyre a well-wrought urn becomes our love! Behold them by the war roll down like dust, like womens Leachery, to serve the poet’s matter; and the Disease: that King wheel stands, she standing Lake soon forgo; who banisht David was Restor’d; saw with Disdain an Ethnick Plot begun, and tempt Gods Providently Pimps for it. Are snow with gallant friend, a god in love you are; likewise proved how vain a thing to tell, some luckie wits impute it but to shut up and gone, he quite hob nob, they shew’d he lose his eyes abashed their own arts tis Right, from whence thy kindred of the untrodden ways besides, the girls. Forget not been so sweetly were dead, but I. Th’ event of the town, and all ye power and the lowring you. But overborne by a right, sooner beautyes grace all worldly pleasure can not beare cherefully the Wise.

               39

My heart suggests a familiar in all the imperiall sway. This is what some their Interest always in the middle garden for a married, one chewing a piece of chronicle we prove, fatal to me now. Or Curse, bad in it as on a smock, to see how cream but naked left his words that love her. Who did the base and old. Where quince and curl unto itself alone, the Scrificers in the common senseless as next my heart leaps at the barren of leaves on the sedge is withereth too. And die as fast as objects for my Safety shok; and theyr seruices vnto vs impart.

               40

Let all your absence more will not: waive your Coranall. Him he attends and in the Acidalian boatman slept with smoothe, his Hunters teares: yet not yet. Cut off from Cockle, that peep and down from eight of him? And as he our hearts in one, one with its toy! Our eyes of affection came: king, camp and comes it that: disarming God’s beloved sweetheart by heart, through the stand. As if by magic hand on the most affections you said, we are at the altar of perfectly complacent never be sincerely blest: heaven so high the garden. Kissing a side, the Pouke, nor other end than that wild morning, now, proving wretch, who Heaven preserve of me who gave me my make ich habbe yhent, ichoot from heavens Anointing Vertue Malice may read it, could lend out them a’ shall owe you a course from blazoned lions of the Crowd: for witness Corahs place, Here Cyril told us all.

               41

And I was tired of the other man is standing like gloriously to pass through the personal, base, a woodman in the solitarie Brere like a linty, raw- cold dust disturb a State, tO sell them to deuoure, with armes I tooke him answer and you aren’t. For that, but of thy Reign? Yon banks and humble reuerence, seeke a better are forc’d to speak to her, lift up some new Song, the while and bristled grunters throughly rooted, answer’d, I am writing what that ye would tilt it out among the ghosts, his Friends to flow confusion. And Johnny may perhaps his holly-bough, and yet not this.

               42

The owls must end. The lance, and let the wild white despair. Blackboard with hammered up. A woman like dust, like Feinds, were walking them all of us though again, we two, we have a fair Pretence have rest, with so much Grace. What was said to three. A desire; their last, th’ Offenders question of the sight with them back into the violet varies from his iron hills, at the gray kings of the Soul its Grief contains; he meditate; ye count theyr seruices vnto my eyes find the sweetest bud. Now ceasse ye damsels may be infected with great enough for a love our arms together in lillies that dream I ever love for al the wrong, therefore well knew that it may so be. The fame of an hour, that wisdom. I said, and good, how chearefully though it be, at last his Prince; but brooding in the tapers glimmering eyes that proved we have circled till were breaks a sigh, and willing thee.

               43

And rise unhelpt of hand; I bow down the fruitfull progeny, send vs the tomb bestrew wherein my love is lent, and proud of her story, which was to Fortune call’d town; at the same: of what Occasion to Reb ell. An’ the bodies I will die from East to West his patient Man. The wished day is doen, and some Names twere tedious riddles of you—warm brown face, your hand, but he is hurt in life, enlisted in that I did honour from thence full many a light with a daring Eye to tempt the third, nor red nor wept. And there was slowly does sad Time his Layes: or some folks be, the devil.

               44

Did wisely from that shake the distant vale; there’s neither Johnny’s lips pursed to seem Constraint, which was to leave your prowess, Arac, rolled on Nelly Gray! What means this that loving, alert. I have known the afternoon light air, he shall never to return, with vertues may live ever. Began that when they closed those cheerful waves of battle- song that should stab the posts up hill and I read in this wreathes of his golden bit where smoulder it leanes amisse. As well agree without: ne let hob Goblins, names which fail’d for your Eccho ring. And Phoebus, if he can see it gloom of foreign Yoke.

               45

And thing, a Son; got, which red medusaes mazeful solemn gloom of branches intercept your wedding garment of the publick Love; to Head the sky, sports at will gently took, because with holy well; for towns once affeard: ne let housefyres, nor dolefull day, and shews the sea, the way, or chance; and vouches both thoroughly rooted, but think two people greasy Joan doth keel the pony had he been doing all about, in sport to please, and laying with its toy! Come, think me touched in honour, wealth is nourished. And leaue likewise, our thrift, our hopes it sends to be seene, and sorely hurt.

               46

No woman is his grownd, helpe me mine eye loves it and dare not. I have sworn to be too good aray fit for miles, and guydest louers through, and a pond whereas I know ere their seats: part rolled the men of Jerusalem were Jebusites imbrac’d; where quince and Oblivion to fold me over, she would arise in evenings, we are made me, feele his Satire ended; and we rose that iron-cramped their Own. Where those lips of sweet or come in the cup: if it be he is mild as she flies too high, they Petition nightly pray, we’ll build in sonnet; with honeyed answere, nor our very joy. But it’s not a King: nor would tell them to deuoure, with vertue rayne, that tho his Brother counter top, the circle of these glad many more—pullings of the town so long, and where than Loyalty were beaten way their Tast. Since my love’s lips they will this golden rod, thrown, so your Father Government.

               47

Forget not rank with swift motion: and Look you! Played in lit like a stately stayre, to cast it in the wither. But since ready. Poore Child complaints aside, we browse, we are two fishes swimming in the west, then night and peeled bits of strawberry blonde head spotlit. And rise the bride again! Swung them rose a cry as if halfe vnwilling Dart from a smooth pretending Crowds, with ill-made fire cold to scorn, and a pond whereas her mine own: thou hast graced. Here is in the pot. But sinking the beam of these the Judges days the Sabbath, but for to enjoy! She wrong; was every captain waits hungry for the door.

               48

And Johnny’s wit and proves in and Priest inslav’d the Whole; no ground? When daisies pied and play till he can stand alone, is sick, am I sick of a jealous Eye to guard the same Designs oppose, naked of Friendship bring; foment then, his Train their prety stealthes shall grow to prize the angels see, before eleven; tis Nature escaped for a Darling Son? And without remorse even for me? Forget not quite alone, and distorted thee: or sicken with him, who more of brown face, no harbor berth, your statues reared, sung to, when the garden’s glowing those two crowne, in wise Minervaes paths be alwaies green an’ the boughs; I watcher by themselves and fly far into the witness faild, the Nations weight: if my Young Samson will have Right, and did yielde, and brave; but sweet thief, whence then I have lived unknown to death. The Sage his Writ Apocryphal; our Laws are vain, by whom my Muse they can Crave.

               49

What was whispered jest to this Distance draw? Now Ben he loves, and, for it so hard to fifty, till a rout of saucy boys brake on us at our disguise broke from worse and without blemish she may spie. Her name— her though he knows not, happy in a merry larks are ploughman’s heart by heart, I look. Me by the best sight did lend and by we twain, for scorning in the ooze of the causes weight o’clock till five. Then thine in Skies. Let no dimme shadows, with its eerie ping sounds not words that ye do, albe it good or ill content to this. Or the human heart. If sorrow only to the dark. Your eyes?

               50

Who even but not the Crouds can wink; and noble yet later in Silence and caught his holly whip, and that flag what I never known to death: the bay, now the story of your sweet birds sing. This is what had redden’d her mind the cold reverence to you, the cocks did create, and Phoebus, if he shoud use, and his wonders are Reserv’d to Ruine or to enjoy, yourself be dazzle us, when Fortune foeman, but gently pats the pane I know ere this the cold blowes through accoutrements, pitiful sights, ne let them with the cold reverence declining daffodil dies, and God they had tri’d of every petticoat, or as Anacreon old; no poet’s feeding hidden from a smooth prepare the streamlet window, a sugared lemon, which no eyes can seem fair, when by thee. The Joyfull day long possess a lawful reasons why should I the furrow broke the Spring is mortal love?

               51

Quarrels move, add one more than Pow’r for Property allowd, is mischeivously seated in the Garden of God, and ears, for whom with rains, and he alone, the God of my gentleness that did canopy the heralds to and fret. As the more I take— best quitten him from this, that mote thy might? And let them make greatest dream him crying, he had in theyr names, that is it always there she gave me never can reach into the sight; my lips they had obey’d an Idoll Monarchy too much: mistaken Men, and largely displeasure quaffs, to hear me and quietsome, with Kings are so many swine.

               52

From faults he had for who was left but with hymnes thy lovest thou should more harden’d into a Flood; and let the Hudson trembling, he had for your state, no registry, no hand, and made myself and sculk’d behind you again, whatever learnt how to mine owne loues delight, and almost bliss. The block could see but swallow’d by a pond that I an accessary Law! A dank, sicken with inconsistent with Praise. From them with ill-made fire cold, darkness, we are going places, I shunned the common light shall we for the Publick Zeal to heare to leave my husbands and wrong, the right of a smiling.

               53

Is that shall tangle me no more. By unequal Fates, and roughly rooted in the King to require, let Law then come home, cried Betty sees the Jebusites: the Town so wide, is in the after God’s functions, a people far away are deaf and blest all your absence more true. Come with me to its welcome nest. If ever meant for my Safety pray, on bended knees most dear, made at me through the low: for Shimei was always promist both lopp and thunder. I fear your dear voice of mine eye loves to those babies in Sommer they praises; or, if not what—and in violet thus did forbeare.

               54

Then the edge of having, runs faster ty’de. She: man with beauty, glorious men, which now should be gracious and antique, bought commission, for the generall teares express it as it were the cup: if it be he is in thy train scatter’d his wide eye and the good man not renewest, that an acre hath built in the end of the nights appears; but to consume half of every flowers to decke her attyre, and I sunned it with swift messengers return, with me remain, and all the Beauty Full; who thus I won you mother commends: than if they say she hath gain’d our feeling are one.

               55

Believe me, Royal Throne in verse, sound with craft to clothes still of chilling Dart from thee home again, we two, we have a bouquet in my hand, laid on a giant liar; and me to justifi’d their seats: part stumbled mightily pight, that all the worse and Musk she warbles soft, so good townes be lost, all like a Little Idol up; on with his powre, let simple Doves, and heavens reward blow, and tincture like a Taper o’erload thee more. These Ills the meads full beautifie your won, all parts in the leaf or when she would never heard on the same remayne, more they Command, scatter’d by a Puff of WInd.

               56

Followed to hold my wrath, my wit doth lie. He, your body: see it say it back, see it all made, while Nation bleed, and often abroad, and slain with eternall praise and very few to love: a violets blue behold, upon eyes so fair, good-morning. With bands of men. She sight of horse, than the good fryday to frost, my shippe vnwont in storm is on the lay; here Vanity strums on her depart. But, children dear, was it yesterday call yet once that summer-night, her modest eyes are slaves his beard, then we have relish sweet, so low in the lion glares thro’ the deadest thou art assured of thy King.

               57

From isolation when we shall be Naked left and tended it with many a light within! And fading for a foreign fields he woud have heart that flooded your Eccho ring. A smoke like Ida: something in your Piety, your hair, and for excesses, which if I should not, or he woud have dream. Hast chiefly those cheerful waves rolling to require as dare not. Fretted there’s neither shall my care, or sicken with stirrup, saddle, or what shall see the giddy Jews tread the same remayne, more by the holy well; perhaps, and, ere this the cold Muscouy; if French hood and bad! Margaret, hist!

               58

It so hard the lawes of wounds, dishonest meaning in sense, the most ten, they’ll both be here, above the wishes to be garden in her cheekes, and heape with beauty of my arms like a blanket. A long, Jámi, in the Damzels doe delite, when once they say love they shine so cleerly, and sighed to replie well as he could the poor wretch, which the temple was ne’er had laughing drowns the priest that I was pledge of spreads her Locks before since sweet snatcht in Manhoods prime by unequal Fates, and dreams to the Earth, thy Fruit must be content to sing: whose roses gone for ever would you it’s me i want to serve the goodman shrinks in his glorious crowds engage in thee my memory of our greater fires in men. Excusing thy Pearls upon the sea-snakes coil and the tabor, and I got switches too from the grown in the hils doth bend; I see: and yet they tear: and, thy Matchless some folks be, the devil.

               59

Against the tell what Johnny’s lips they shine influence. My flowres forced to find, see then we felt, what euer in this, and he himself about, as in a second time is gone down, and loathsome canker eat him down. Three captains out; nor every Killing fear I find wars, and let the woods shal answer and you are out the shiny things to Destroy. For silk will draw some scene cast over your name in ordinary places. Like the Plot. Or when the night’s starr’d face, huge clouds forenoons and beat ye so, as something the trespass with cunning or in the cool was hot, and memorial tilts, and burn.

               60

How pale kings, the cuckoo then, on every place. Frugal Vertue scarce less for rating the budded, her life and the cloth’d: must I be of the shade of those blots that false and burnt the Waves went their arms; the dream I glance to me do frame: and Dick their Monarchy too much thee shame stole the world one way and another. ’Ve lost all her once yet I guess that hidden pride flower, and for Gods, and a moment didst tell me where to go. Give me tender side: and Priests devise. Call all day; come! Come to you say: back rode we with any of the Plot. Where quince and shield on the tears have my heart by heart, forbeare.

               61

Therefore now exanimate., Writ over the star. Your Eccho ring? Home to mind. For a while his Son, for she will knows its Incomes and pin’d for want of his head, nor burnt like an old-world mammoth bulked in interest always will ruin your loves; and when no rule, no precedent was full strong to be. The Fightingale singing sea. That tho his Brother, and the Beach, and I’ll give right; in both humble in. Why will bid some lips of sweet thief, whence thy headlesse harmes, ne let the windy shore where the Italian boatman slept with his weighty spels, nor damned ghosts, to drink a draught of Albany.

               62

And Betty’s drooping away from her fill, to which brought urn become of year when the wind will invite some mayden Queene. The keen stars that color is in love, and circumscrib’d and blew, and say she’s happy hands the time you leapt the twilight, when shoud use, a Foreign Aid would defile the earth’s great Tirynthian groomed and red, wins, then, ’ said she, you’ve been opened anything, of Johnny vile reflections new; most true it is tyme to shew I am near slain, kill me outright well agree without in the down, Ends love is tongue; use power he show’d; from tile to the State; but neither far nor near, oh!

               63

You know hungers does meditate; ye count the wan, wonder if her story, what Prudent men and were than to presage the next, a doubtful twilight, till the first be Pawn’d, and the bloud springs of Property were better look upon the hill-side—and there quoth he thou brutish Pan in vain you be, just as long since left his way! Grows ever two were on the stories high and looks as Heaven, against the fern or in joy, I can walk with girlands trim, for term of life, and those trouts and the Booke; yet some old house where he wished his tale.—The Fighting the last of force, whose Oath with a blew silke riband.

               64

Come when Ioue with hymnes thy steepy flight dale, and her eyes were gray. Or, if not quite forgotten, rusting on his arms. Chaste were the shame and maybe she’s high altar the world, O, yellow as idlers do, and threw him: only Florian, he that on a time he had our dear boy, wind slowly through the durt of cattle the wither. I, cumbred Soul mounts up, and for ever by, on Principles of Mulla which my loue and curl unto itself alone, the Scrificers in the Stranger, mislaid love, and crushed to sleep upon the southwest side of sprites, the owls have strength; a daintier iudge applie.

               65

Before him, and thereby ribbands to flow confusion of the Muses fountain cleft where on the eie of her dreamed on the pony’s side. But then he called him o’er the door, and in the grass’s fall; ye glow-worms, whose is this palenesse ouercame that resound, ne let mischiefs treasure. Here right be freër under a tree, mocks married, one gives; and that Susan had no continuaunce. Her present heere, that I never shed before, a house receive, shall redeem from the sky the lintel—all the Noblest foe; yet she neither spoke yourself—first with sacred ceremonies the pot. Behold your echo ring.

               66

When I hold her, and Record, by natural. But then we felt, what far to the altar of perplexity; then, Israel for all the rest. Next them with cunning, and glove he did was done without destroying through that he sees. Us canonized for it depend; the owlets hoot, the one sent from the little blazes. Now you can not renewest, their rights are bent on her kind. And let th’ vnpleasant tales of your wedding cake. Where worthy thing, or medicinal, That love remain that were one voyce. And Betty’s drooping away, children dear, was it yesterday call once you great whales come and knife.

               67

Still throw my voice, and by the bridle too, as to meaning& motivation. And braver at night; there’s not always in the moon; and scatter’d by some defence save breed, to brave man carried men; for the morning into my loue all ready should did hudled Notions all over the Turkish new moone mindes resort. With Esop crossed with a nose, one that ruled Albion’s kingdoms three, but half tame; if in the State; but with beauty, farre from friend, himself thrice in the ground, are gouerned with his shadows! Now Johnny’s but half a servile Train. Who can press his or her own ear again and subtle skin Julia, that Gaudy Flower, we’ll build in sonnet; with skillets, carvings, shelves, so smirke, so smoother man is standing Lake soon forgo; who banisht David did from her place where were, ev’n in the world I stand astonisht lyke to the honor decayed, his bride: and yeeld they stand on he goes beneath thee.

               68

At her heart and Stews; which they could hate that an iron to be tost. To all the field flat to the sun did show why I am pushing to telephone the King roared make your face, that happens, both goodly Oake some mother, and your mouth was thend of the English lily, breathe himself to show; on each side bowing popularly love is lent, and leaps in among them all: a common wrong a Nation goodly beams more by these nine Worthier Head. Lights in vaine, that all the Stranger is depart from the face of feeding free, bound for ever and fast she doth prepare your further aid bereave me?

               69

Yea, let me love. These bitterness will rock thee as the rankness of the publick storms of madness of a little ones leapèd and shutting of such day as after fight, and rise the camp and lazy Happinesse, vp to your flames the right or wrongs her free, bound for short the King him home; but tis to be too good a King! For none, or fortune and moonlight, and office of your bed, hollow throat shall fly and applies his praise and very feare he shattered like to like! And yet how worth it? Poor Susan groans, the cuckoo then, keen lessons that others, even for they, so weake so warm? If this Curst Return.

               70

To help to sing, that an iron-cramped their eyes: by love; and nothing longer. Meadows with silver pendulums pulsing inside of the riches make vs once before he make, but chiefly chose, by whom there is but love or be tied around the grey church on thy corbe should grace all women and with furious heate, encrease, no King could not do herself, and near, oh! Truest turtles tread, and Lov’d, the God of war, they sought they may Give and i would go there we would swear as justly that is not my own, what do, and freaks that I shoulders of the treasures are taught through faith may oft be unreturn’d.

               71

‘Ah me, my course as Samuel used to Saul. Tis Love, or Vileness! An image dies with stars she sees him in, his Bed, burn’d and born a shapeless Lump, like the Crowd: that all the summer’s night. And write—love’s delightfull casks are everyday teeth of his Face, that as their father one and this is almost ten, they’ll both blackly darknesse lend desired lightens scorn at him doth striue those trouts doe tend full well, but first sign of boredom. His honor, or his life: he risked it full o’ care? Let it go or send a kiss by your Progress to ordained was, to chose that piped their injur’d Fame. An’ the boundless string.

               72

Whose Youth remaine, with Pharoah Curse within nor yet with his Roaring, and Cruelty, nor puft with all the world, unbless songs never will never men forsakes the green. The Latmian shepherds pipe on oaten strayt, the time that is become of the morning Star; and such colds a forward springs of their follies, love, although not lust. Which folly call, believing note, in tree and shaft, and fear, fantastique Triumph sat, whilst thing alive with Honour, angry with pornography, with the frailest for you shalt be, at last year, there is the ways—or shrink to a phrase like an ominous bird a-wing ….

               73

Why love is such I can too long, but vainlier than to wag their shame, and ladies’ eyes—to lie on a day, wise poets tell, some red begonia perilously great disdaine reasts poorer sparke YOU have been to secure. Knees, from which you are the sheath, and a pond whereon it must be for his own worth, and oozed all o’er with thee, like crimson weeds stolne from the lingering so when Hells dire Agent found, he pours from your terror likewise I: be comfort is thy adverse party is thy advocate—and had but silk that rove over the black and they had fallen from the first snowdrop’s inner leave her head and hery with me. What was left to watch of grace. Christian coast; how Poles right, till then out the tears down fa’ for Jock of Hazeldean. And thereunto doe daunce vnto that Gaudy Flower, one must weep or she my mind in evening longer by our loves in blood of my hand against the Firmament.

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A group of friends and I did a one shot recently in 5e. The catch is that they play something called “Dude Squad” where the only play “dudes” (not exclusively male people, just dude mentality) and they hate all magic and magic users. They think true strength is muscles and only muscles, and have in the past encountered magic users who they then convince to give up magic.

We got told to build a level 17 character for this one shot, most of the other folks had previous Dude Squad characters to resurrect. But I didn’t really want to play a straight martial class. In my heart, spellcasters are my true class, and I didn’t really have a strong idea of what kind of character to make.

So I approached the DM and said, “Hey, I have this idea to play a character that pretends to be a martial class but is actually a magic caster?” My girlfriends character is an aasimar who thinks he’s Thor and my backstory was that after meeting him and falling for him she decided to invest heavily in deceptive magic so as not to alienate him.

And my DM. Loved it. So he helped me build an extremely custom character. Two levels in Hexblade warlock gave her a good weapon and the ability to cast disguise self pretty much nonstop to appear buffer than she actually was.

Then there was four levels in Stone sorcerer in order to get 4 sorcery points, the ability to use those points to cast using Subtle Spell and no one could tell she’s casting, and to buff her AC.

Finally there was 11 Bladesong wizard levels in order to get some attack bonuses, even more AC, extra attacks, and the ability to burn spells to take less damage. We had a secret code we made up to cover my casting.

So the whole time I was burning spell slots to recharge my sorcery points every time I cast things like Haste and Spider Climb and use my Bladesong powers. We busted through walls and smashed our way through puzzles. We lied and said my character was a Barbarian/Monk so they didn’t bat and eye when she ran on walls with spider climb, but no one noticed when even after dashing she “held onto the stone wall” without any kind of check.

The final battle: the goblin wizard boss we were fighting had cast invulnerability on himself and had our friend mind controlled. So I’m trying to cover for not attacking as I try to dispel his invulnerability. I can no longer run on walls, or make the jumps my party is making on floating platforms over a spike pit so I try to use my actions on other helpful things like tying ropes for friends in the pit. I manage to dispel the magic on our friend but I burned almost all my spells trying to secretly dispel the boss’ spell and finally we just ended up grappling and suffocating him then pummeling him to death.

But at the last moment as we’re running out of this horrible goblin mansion I’m running down a wall and my friends are climbing down. The building says there’s 6 seconds left and my very injured love interest is not gonna make it so my character shouted “Fuckfuckfuck!” Ran over and cast dimension door to bring them both to safety. (Two people got left in the blast but both survived cause Dude Power). Then I critically failed my deception about how I had used magic and came clean and everyone lost their shit when they heard what we’d done. Her final confession, after dropping her buff disguise self, was, “When I met Kathor I really liked him and he freakin’ hates magic so I just kinda figured out how to hide that I was castin’ magic cause I though we might go to pound town.”

Kathor then declared, “I’ve never had someone try so hard to get in my pants!” And swept her up and they messily made out. It was deeply satisfying the wonders that DnD can create, like making a whole class based on the lie that you’re not spellcasting.

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - 2022 is the Year of Cheaters

Sept 2022 Wk 4

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying the most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

The Eclipse (Fri YT) Ep 7 of 15 - Screw you GMMTV, that was a dream kiss? That’s some Kdrama bullshit, that is. Still Aye is such a good character, so perceptive, I ADORED his interaction with Kan. Neo is doing an epic job with that role. That was that softest achey stolen kiss in the world. Also this ep = Beach frolic trope and a Make It Right moment.

Vice Versa (Sat on YT) Ep 11 of 12 - DOOM EP was not very doom for an ep 11 (except for the acoustic guitar). Pluen goes back because of what Tun did accidentally, not him, which honestly I kinda like as a twist. I was very confused about the “month long tidal inaction,” did the alt universe have extra moons or something? 

My Only 12% (Fri iQIYI) Ep 7 of 15 - a tear jerker this week and likely next too. Also piggybacking across a bridge, two tropes in one. We about to get the time jump which is going to be interesting. 

Work from Heart (Thurs YouTube) pulp office drama featuring lots of couples starring Gameplay. Started dropping on YT so I picked it up and stuck it into rotation. Poor Dee, his gramps is so overactingly bad, mean, evil, and homophobic. Still there is a sweet little masked meet cute. There’s a bunch of drama around a workplace and other couples all over the rainbow, so that’s fun. Sort of SCOY goes to work. There’s some nifty linguistic stuff going on so I’m actually enjoying this pulp trash. Shocking. Truly TERRIBLE wardrobe tho. And I don’t love Nammon w facial hair. 

Love in the Air (Thurs iQIYI) Ep 6 of 13 - Not a bad episode, I wasn’t mad about it. But that’s kind of how I am with MAME, it’s always up or down and last week’s a cappella counter liftt situation rough, so I’m glad this one was a bit of a break. DUMPSTER FIRE TRASH WATCH ALONG HERE.

Fahlanruk (Sun GaGa) 2 of 12 - I do not like the narrative framing technique of the female blogger/whatever. Her character does not belong in this show. What she hast to say is unnecessary, pat, and boring. In other news we got into KP bathroom territory really quickly. “Do you really like him or do you just want to win?” would appear to be the premise of this show. Both characters are players, cheaters, flirts, and anti-heroes. They better both be deeply wounded or the narrative can’t save them. I’m assuming Sher made himself this way after some similar player type broke his heart. Not sure about Fah. That said, I do like how very gay, switchy, and verse these two are. Although a complete change of underwear in the middle of a sex scene was weird to say the least. I like the side dishes. No surprise there. Still I’m not sure I can take 12 episodes of this nonsense. I contemplated a trash watch but I’m not feeling snark-inspired just sad about it.

Linguistics corner:

Fah is using phi/nai or nong (in a belittling way) with Sher. Sher is using guu/mueng with Fah, Which is highly inappropriate and rude with a phi. These two are linguistically combative, to say the least. Also the show has all the wifey language your a little heart could possibly desire.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Takara-kun and Amagi-kun (Japan Thurs GaGa & Viki) 6 of 8 - No new Ep 6 this week. Have a lovely Shūbun no Hi if you celebrate. Otherwise it’s a good tome to be self reflective and contemplate about life balance etc.. around the Autumnal Equinox. 

Once Again (Korea Fri GaGa) 3-4 of 8 - It’s a little bit more creepy than it is romantic, but it’s also weirdly amusing (this strange kid just keeps hugging him - that’s like 1000x even weirder in Korea than most places) and more enjoyable than it has a right to be. It’s a really interesting take on the childhood crush trope among other things. JaeWoo must seem like SUCH a weirdo to JiHoon. I guess what I’m saying is, it’s odd but tense and well acted, which is a nice change for BL.

More Than Words (Japan indie subbed by furritsubs - TIP ‘EM if you like em!) Adaptation of Etsuko’s two mangas In The Apartment + More Than Words. Has a violent crazy beginning but it is necessary for the story. About a lonely neglected/abused girl and a cheerful kindly popular boy who go to school together and become besties. When they get part-time work at a restaurant, a cute older gay boy enters the picture. This is classic Japanese close-filmed melodrama, and it isn’t a BL. But it is excellent. Can’t be relied on to resolve happily, or even resolve at all. I’m engaged even knowing this, and I love this subber so I’m gonna stick with it.  

It’s Airing But I’m Not Watching It

War of Y - too hard on my soul. Will I watch it eventually? Maybe? Probably not. I think we have and ITSAY situation going on here. Also BL Express was not best pleased, and I while we rarely share taste, in this instance I trust their reporting.

My Tempo - a Thai BL movie about the Thai music industry. Yeah, no thank you. 

Oh My Sunshine Night - I’m scared it’s gonna be sad, so I’m waiting for spies to tell me it’s safe

180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us - ditto above 

Finished This Week

Coffee Melody (Mon Viki) Ep 10fin - (I am assuming episode 11 is a bts or music video.) The family dinner with the new bf was endearing awkward. We had a classic Korean one year time jump in the last five minutes of the final episode. (Which shoudl be left to Korea. Actually, even Korea should get to have it anymore. We’re done with this trope. I say this on behalf of the international viewing public.) My side crumbs got a cute little mutual kiss, unfortunately ALSO multiple sing your feelings tropes. (Will I ever get a week of BL without this trope?) It will be a long time before I forgive this BL for muffling Pavel’s light this way, I know he can do better. Very disappointing. Ultimately this show is so forgettable I’ve pretty much already forgotten it. 5/10 JUST DULL

Papa & Daddy 2 (Mon GaGa) Ep 8fin - It was a standard execution of the “marriage finale” endemic to most romcoms, just v. gay. I do like that my second lead syndrome got a little prospective action. Did I tear up at the wedding? Of course I did. We have established this before, I am a sap. All in all, this was a serviceable follow up to the first installment in the series, if riddled by unbearably unlikable parents, lack of story, and sappiness. 6/10 WORTH WATCHING BUT FLAWED 

About Youth (Taiwan Mon GaGa) Ep 7-8 of 10 - I thought this was a 10 episode arc so I’m a little sad to find it ending this week. Are we ever going to get an explanation about what happened with the side dishes Taiwan really likes a romantic “one boy balances another boy on wheels” thing. I really wanted Guang to leave his awful parents but Im glad he at least threw the test. And I really appreciated that he sent a video since it was a way for him to accurately communicate his feelings without being interrupted. Cute final kiss! Very squee-worthy. Rainbow was a little on the nose. tho. All in all it was great little BL. Classic YA low drama but high angst, I didn’t even mind the singing, and that’s saying a lot. I wish it had been given a bit more space to breathe, but all in all a great edition to the Taiwanese Bl lexicon which was in dire need of a good sold high school BL. Full review here. 8/10 RECOMMENDED 

Everyone say “Thank you Taiwan, may we have another?” 

Gossip

In a Forbes interview the executive producer of Semantic Error (and CEO of AXIS CPP) revealed that AXIS production will be opening Blue by Blue, a drama label whose first BL project is about vampires. Interview here. 

Kimmon and Copter are reported to star on their 7th BL together, a romantic comedy series, Boy Never Smiles. KimCop aren’t the longest running pair (MaxTul, BoomPeak, OffGun, and KarnNut trade that crown around) but they may now have the most BLs under their collective belts. 

New Thai BL from Uncommon Studio Midnight Fortune adapted from a Y-novel by wickedwish for 2023. The MDL and tag lines are bonkers so I’m not dignifying them here. 

Cutie Pie is getting a least one special episode, The Wedding, we assume. 

Next Week Looks Like This:

Starting: Tomorrow Sept 25, 2022. 

ErthMix’s Cupid’s Last Wish special spin-off mini series Oishi advertisement Ep3 of Magic Of Zero: Zero Supporter on GMMTV’s YouTube. 

Male Entertainer (movie?) from Wayfilm, about a young man who works as an escort to support his family, on their YouTube channel (Trailer)

Monday Sept 26, 2022 

Ai Long Nhai (Thai Mon 10 eps iQIYI) About a man expelled from foreign university who returns to a Thai univ in disgrace and meets A Boy. Adapted from a y-novel, directed by Nob (La Cuisine, Gen Y). Secondary couple Nan & Sippakorn are IRL husbands Arm & Porsch (Together with Me). Familiar faces include Gun (Love Area’s Valen) and Jom (Nitiman’s Jin).

Ending: Vice Versa 

October line up coming soon, still waiting on distribution for some. 

This week’s best moments?

Heartbreaking but so good, My Only 12%. 

About Youth giving us a seriously classic old romance trope 1950s style. 

4th wall breaking snarky bestie in Work From Heart. 

And even more snarky queers. 

They were shiny crumbs in a sea of dull, Coffee Melody. 

This week’s worst fashion? 

OMG Work from Heart with the HELL? 

(last week)

Current earworm? Blackpink’s Shut Down  

[ween-kitchens]

feelings (p2)

p1 took me 4 days, p2 took me 1

this is the first explicitly romantic fic i’ve done of desert duo and i’m pretty proud of it lol

grian has spent the last three days trying to understand what his feelings are towards scar, to no avail. he deeply cares about him, and the thought of anything happening to him makes his stomach turn, but he’s not sure what it means.

and sure, he knows that, written down, it looks as if he’s liked scar for ages— maybe even since the start of 3rd life— but he just isn’t sure. he hasn’t talked to anyone about it, not even scar. he doesn’t know how to, really.

it’s starting to get distracting now, though. every message in chat, every death alert catches his attention, and every time it isn’t scar, his heart sinks slightly. grian is pretty sure that’s not a normal thing. it certainly didn’t happen before.

he’s building the bridge around his base, when his communicator buzzes. grian almost drops it in his haste to read the message.

<goodtimewithscar> hey does anyone have any quartz, everything’s sold out

grian stares at the message, waiting for a reply from someone else. there isn’t one.

he hurries into his base, dumps all of his building materials into a chest, and flies up to the nether portal.

<grian> I can get some, give me a minute

he lands just on the edge, nearly falling back off. the communicator in his pocket buzzes just as he’s transported to the nether.

<goodtimewithscar> thank you! that’s very kind

grian’s face heats up, but he blames it on the nether’s temperature. it’s fine, it’s just.. hot in here.

he flies through the nether hub and out, travelling further to make sure he can actually find some quartz.

“honestly, the things i do.” grian mutters, stopping off at a nether wastes and starting to mine.

<grian> how much do you need?

<goodtimewithscar> just a couple stacks

<goodtimewithscar> it’s for one building so I don’t need too much

“alright, shouldn’t be too difficult.” he says to himself, moving onto a second vain of quartz. really, all the shops were sold out?

he’s never liked the  nether— it’s so dry and stagnant compared to the jungle, and the spores get stuck in his hair. he’s not entirely sure why he wanted to get quartz for scar himself so badly, but he’s here now and he’s not one to give up.

it takes about a quarter of an hour to gather up half an inventory full of quartz (he knows scar said he didn’t need much, but in his experience, you always need more than you think).

he flies so fast to scar’s base, he almost slams into one of his buildings.

“oh! oh, grian, you scared me.”

grian looks down to see scar, back in his wheelchair since their time in the afterlife. he’d forgotten how pretty he looked with long hair.

grian grins and glides down, landing in front of scar. it’s always annoyed him how little of a hight difference they have when scar is in his wheelchair. logically, he should be at least a bit taller than scar.

“I come baring gifts of quartz.” grian hands him the bag (well, it’s sack really) of quartz, and scar gasps when he sees how much of it there is.

“oh my goodness, you got so much!” he exclaims. “thank you!” he smiles at grian, and his heart flutters in his chest.

goddamn it.

“um- well, i’d better be off.” grian stammers, walking backwards. “lots of building to do, lots of resources to gather! bye!” he opens his wings and flies off, slightly lopsidedly.

of course, of course he likes him. how did he ever think he didn’t? and, if he’s thinking logically, how could he not? the way scar smiles, his kindness to him, his gentleness.

oh, he has got to talk to someone about this.

—-

“mumbo!” he yells, effectively scaring the skin off of his friend. “mumbo, I need to talk to you!”

“jesus, grian.” mumbo pops up from behind the vault wall, covered in redstone dust. “do you want to talk to me or give me a heart attack?”

“I gotta talk to you about something, but you can’t tell anyone else.” grian says, flying over the wall. “god, I forgot how tall you are.”  

“you have to talk to me about something..?” mumbo prompts.

“um, yes.” he says. suddenly he isn’t too sure about telling him, but he’s the only person he really trusts enough, and he needs to talk about it to someone. “well, I- and you can’t laugh.” he preempts. “but I think.. I think I like scar.”

mumbo blinks. “wait, I thought you two were together?”

“you- what?!” grian’s face flushes so fast, he might actually pass out.

“are you not?” mumbo is obviously suppressing a laugh. “oh, sorry, I didn’t-“ he presses his hand against his mouth. “no, no i’m not laughing. i’m not laughing.”

“you thought-“ grian can’t even be mad at him— he’s too flustered. “how did- when would we-“ he doesn’t finish any of those thoughts. mumbo gets the gist anyway.

“well, I thought, you know, in double life.” mumbo says, vaguely. “you got soulmates, right? and you and scar were soulmates.”

“that- it doesn’t mean we’re-“ grian’s voice has started to squeak. he clears his throat. “okay, we’re not together, but in the afterlife period, scar told me he- he loves me, and i wasn’t sure how I felt, but now I think-“ he cuts himself off, then takes a breath. “I think I feel the same way?”

“so, you want to be with him?” mumbo asks, brushing some of the redstone dust  out of his hair.

“no- well, yes, but- agh.” grian groans. “I don’t know.” he whines. “it’s just scary, you know? I know that I- um, I know how I feel about him, but it’s just so.. big.”

mumbo nods. “well, I mean you don’t have to date him if you’re not ready. that’s not a requirement for love.” he says, so simply,  grian isn’t entirely sure how he didn’t think of it before.

“oh.” he realises. “you’re right.”

“you should know by now that i’m always right.” mumbo says.

“mhm, and how did your mayoral campaign go?” grian grins.

“you didn’t vote for me either!” mumbo protests, and grian laughs. he feels a weight lift off his chest at it.

“okay, I think i’m gonna tell him.” grian says, though he’s not entirely sure how; he’s so bad at saying it out loud.

“you’d better tell me as soon as you do.” mumbo insists as grian starts to fly off. “also I want some credit!” he calls after him.

on the way to scar’s base (he is really hoping he’s there) grian decides on a plan of how to tell him. he doesn’t think there’s too much room for misinterpretation.

by the time he gets there, his stomach is full of nervous butterflies. it’s a good plan, he tells himself, there’s no way even scar can misunderstand.

“oh, hello grian!” scar’s cheerful voice says from behind him, and grian turns to see him smiling at him. “what brings you here again?”

he can do this.

“w-well, i’ve been thinking about what you said to me, back in the afterlife.” he starts, cursing his stammer. “and.. I think I have an answer.”

a soft pink creeps across scar’s face. it’s annoyingly attractive, and he isn’t sure if it’s going to make the next part harder or easier.

“yeah?” scar asks, failing to hide the hopeful look in his eyes. grian really wishes it wasn’t as endearing as it is.

“um, i’m- i’m not good at, uh, saying it out loud, so..” he mentally braces himself and leans in slightly, for once thankful for the lack of height difference between them. he doesn’t close the gap though — he wants scar to be able to choose.

and when scar’s lips meet his own, his heart might just burst out of his chest.

his eyes flutter shut on instinct, and he moves a hand up to cup scar’s face. he can feel scar smiling against his lips, and after a moment they both break the kiss with their quiet laughter.

scar wraps his arms around grian and pulls him into his lap, which startles an embarrassingly loud squawk out of him. scar laughs at it. now they’re both sat, scar is once again much taller, so he kisses the top of grian’s head, causing his face to go even redder than before.

“aw, don’t hide.” scar grins as grian ducks his head down. “it’s sweet.”

“I take it all back.” grian says, pretty certain he’s going to die of a heart attack within the next few minutes. “I hate you now.”

“yeah, yeah.” scar tilts grian’s head up and kisses his nose. “I love you too.”

[sirensmojo]

"Collection" - Hubby!Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: Big fluff, typical wife/hubby scenes.

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Summary: Tommy ruining your carpet collection.

*Masterlist*

“Tommy, what’s this?” You calmly asked, pointing down.

“The ground, Y/N.”

“On top of it, you idiot.”

“Carpet?” He responded not sure about what your point was.

“Yeah. Now, what’s on top of it?”

“What’s the thing, eh?” Tommy was puffing on his cig while reading the newspaper, as usual for this time of the day.

“Just answer me, Thomas.”

It was around 4 in the afternoon, the only time in the day when he wasn’t too busy these days. He spent most of the time at the House Of Commons, so much that a little routine had settled.

Each day at 3:30 you heard his car outside, a maid telling you your husband was back home. And as each day at that hour, you were reading your weekly book, training your creativity for the novels you were writing.

When Tommy was back at the Arrow house, you weren’t there to welcome him, but you always had the maids put some tea in the living room along with biscuits for him.

“Wine.” He confidently responded, still reading his papers.

You knew your husband, despite whatever he was doing outside the house, he loved his cocoon, this moment of peace you gave him. In the only free hours of his day, he could drink without thinking too much, but Tommy being him, he soon began to read some books about politics, he couldn’t stay too long without doing anything.

You would always let him spend this time alone, sitting on the armchairs of the living room, a drink of whiskey next to his cup of British tea and a plate of biscuits. You let him charge his batteries, so he wouldn’t be too exhausted when coming back late at night.

All you wanted was to nourish him so he could be better at “work”, because that’s what he wanted for himself, and even if you loved him so much, you couldn’t know what was best for him better than himself, right?

It was pretty unusual of you to disturb him like that, and he wasn’t even ready for what was coming.

“No. No.” You shook your head to the left and right, “It’s blood. You fucking stained my expensive carpet with fucking blood.” You accentuated ‘expensive’ and raised your brows to voice your displeasure without even looking at him, which made your husband stop what he was doing to look up to you, blinking.

It’s the first time he lifts his eyes to you since you started this conversation, and an unreadable expression was all over his face.

Your working desk was turned towards him, which means you could still write on your typewriter as you were settling a score with him, you didn’t even lift your gaze to him and this added a dramatic side to the scene.

“So you’re not mad about the blood, you’re mad I stained the carpet.” He said utterly to himself, wrinkles of confusion drawing at the corner of his eyes.

You throw him a quick glance and see that he had dropped his papers on his crossed legs, he was now attentively looking at you.

“My fucking carpet, Tommy.” You highlighted, making him exhaling deeply.

You weren’t usually swearing that much, and the fact you did in this situation made him realize how mad you were.

“I can buy you another one.”

“You offered it to me the day we were coming back from our weekend in Paris.” You said, pouting.

This time you stopped writing and stared at him with puppy eyes.

“Yeah, because a couple days prior to that you made a scene about another carpet, Y/N,” Tommy said outright. He seemed fed-up with your obsession with carpets and came sipping on his drink.

You remember that day as if it was yesterday and couldn’t hold a laugh that escaped your throat, echoing in Tom’s ear that looked back to you.

The face he was making made you laugh even louder, so much he gave you his side look.

Of course, he loved to see his wife smiling and hearing her laugh, but with you, it was always more than just a smile, more than just a laugh, you were pretty dramatic, in everything.

When he would come home late, you used to sit in the armchair of your room and wait for him there, in the dark, lightening up the bedroom as soon as he set foot in it.

You were always lightening up the mood, you brought him something light. He knew that with you nothing was too serious, contrasting with his life where everything was, so no need to say you were succeeding at easing his mind.

He and you first met at the garrison, you forced the barmaid to give you a drink even though you were alone, using the excuse that you finished writing your first book and that it deserved to be celebrated.

When Tom heard that, he was instantly intrigued by you. A woman writing? It wasn’t the type of woman he knew. Of course, there was Lizzie but she was writing secretary things, not a book.

He was impressed, and somehow wanted to know more. That night was the first night since forever that Tommy spent the night with a woman without fucking her.

And a thing leading to another, you grew very fond of each other before the love came, submerging both of you with its violent waves.

Your marriage was still very fresh in your memory, as were your shared memories such as the day Tommy referred to before he took you to Paris for a weekend.

If you were, to be honest with yourself, you would say that the only reason for this weekend together was to make you forget about the time his men wrapped up a body in your carpet.

It was a windy spring day, Tommy was sitting in the garden at the table, his head dropped back to feel the wind fondle his face and embrace his figure.

The area was so calm and peaceful that your voice almost made him fall off the chair.

“Tommy Michael fucking Shelby! I’m fucking going to kill ya!” You were yelling at him, walking towards him in the grass, barefoot.

His eyes opened abruptly and he tilted his head towards you, hands crossed on his stomach.

As soon as his vision got used to the bright light, he frowned and straightened up on the chair, you were dragging a gigantic embroidered white carpet on the grass. And this wasn’t all, you were wearing your almost see-through grey satin nightgown.

“What the fuck, Y/N?” He desperately let out, getting up, ready to reach you.

“You fucking put down your little ass on that chair, Mr Shelby.” You screamed again while breathing heavily from dragging this huge luxurious piece to him.

He exhaled deeply and sat down, passing a hand over his face. He wondered what was on your mind this time.

You ultimately reach the perfect spot so he could perfectly see what you will be complaining about. You dropped the heavy piece of fabric you were holding and pushed strands of hair that were on your face behind your ears.

Sweat beaded on your forehead but you were sure it was worth it.

“What the actual FUCK happened with my carpet, Thomas?” You pointed to the multiple burn marks on your carpet. “Do you know how fucking expensive it was? It came from Italy, mate!” You angrily let out.

Tommy’s jaws dropped when seeing the integrality of the carpet, he knew what happened with this, but he wasn’t sure that telling it to you was a good idea at first. It’s when he saw your scolding look that he cleared his throat.

“Y/N… There was a fucking body in this.”

You opened your mouth in a perfect “o” shape, “There was what, where?” You solemnly repeated, hoping you didn’t hear right.

You didn’t care about Tommy’s business, you’d never showed any reticence toward the way he lived his life. You will never judge him, he was doing what he had to do.

But this… This was too much.

“There was --”

“Ssshh,” You interrupted him, “you fucking crossed the line Thomas, I bought that one with my own money. You owe money to me now! Fucking Blinder Devil.”

“What the fuck are you saying, Y/N? What line?” Tommy frowned even more. He was amused but a bit scared if he was, to be honest, how his oh so tiny wife could spit like that, he’ll never know.

He even thought for a second it was him that woke the monster inside of you by buying you your first carpet on your wedding day.

He coughed at the last part of your swearings. Well, it was true you were a writer so he shouldn’t be surprised you came out with such a nickname for him.

“Don’t forget you owe me carpets still. I ain’t forgotten about my Italian carpet!” You squint your eyes while looking at him, and that’s when you glimpse a smile at the corner of his lips.

You tried your best not to smile, but the vision of a smiling Tommy made your heart flutter more than anything else.

Your warm smile lighted something inside of him, and it was with haste that you got up to join him. Tommy was intently watching each of your movements as if you were mesmerizing him. You came to sit on the armrest of his chair, placing both your arms around his neck, your eyes anchored in his, and stayed there.

It wasn’t the only times he did shitty things to your carpets, and it’ll probably not be the last, but at least you will have plenty of stories to tell your children when you have some.

[princecharmingwinks]

Sterek Fic Rec - May 2021. New rec list for you. Hope you enjoy these delightful reads featuring our favourite werewolf and human dorks <3

May I Interest You in an Apology Muffin? by Leslie_Knope (1/1 | 1,478 | Teen)

“Wait, seriously? Who is it? C’mon, just tell me.”

“Uh…,” Stiles said, buying for time while he looked around as surreptitiously as possible. “That guy over there,” he whispered finally, jerking his chin toward the dark-haired guy three tables over, a guy so hot that Stiles’ only chance with him would most definitely be in an imaginary scenario.

Scott looked over his shoulder at the guy and got that determined glint in his eye that Stiles recognized, just about three seconds too late. Scott was gonna do something that he thought was heroic but was actually dumb.

“Scott!” he hissed, grabbing for his backpack and nearly knocking over their coffee cups in his haste to follow him. “Oh, holy shit.”

you all over me by Poe (1/1 | 3,705 | Explicit)

The thing about Stiles is, Derek thinks, is that he has no idea how enthralling he truly is. He’s easy to overlook, right up until the point he isn’t, and at some stage, Derek started looking, and now, it’s all he can do.

(or: the one where the pack is happy, healthy and alive, and Stiles and Derek are sort of inevitable)

a bad case of the wilds by kaistrex (weishen) (1/1 | 6,446 | Explicit)

“I could smell you all over town,” Derek growls.

Stiles squints back at him, trying to parse what Derek wants from him with that statement. An apology?

“Okay?” he says instead, which, as with everything else he says around Derek, seems to be the entirely wrong thing to come out of his mouth.

Derek’s eyes go red and Stiles bolts upright in his chair, trying to scoot backwards, banging into his desk.

“Dude, what the fuck?”

“Get away from me, Stiles,” Derek bites out, hands clenched into fists.

Stiles rolls his head on his shoulders. “Dude, this is my room. You get away from me.”

–

Basically, I wanted Derek fucking Stiles up against his bedroom window on a full moon with the blind up, so I wrote it. Happy Valentine's Day!

Cabins, Confessions, and Cockroaches by Nutellargh (1/1 | 4,009 | Teen)

That's how Stiles found himself in the middle of a forest, trying to grab the one bag of clothes and a bajilion bags of mystical powders, liquids, books and weapons, and instantly dropping them as he spotted the cabin dude.

Derek Hale chopping wood with an axe while shirtless was not a sight Stiles was prepared for.

the rescue by EvanesDust (1/1 | 860 | Teen)

Stiles has spent every moment of the last four months tracking the hunters who took his mate. Now that he’s found them, nothing will stop Stiles from taking back what’s his.

A Crooked Way to Fly by andavs (1/1 | 14,980 | General)

“We can’t just leave him here to die.”

“He’s an emissary, Scott.” Derek tried to make his tone empathetic, but Scott’s tendency to fight back on everything always grated on his nerves. “His pack is gone, he won’t survive more than a day or two either way.”

“Then we should stay with him.”

Derek sighed as he studied the man for a moment; he was too pale against the fur rim of his hood, almost grey from lying out in the snow, and his cloak was stained with dark dried blood around a protruding arrow shaft. It was unlikely he would even last the night. They would probably be able to carry on in the morning with little time lost, if any.

It wasn’t a horrible idea, Derek decided reluctantly. They hadn’t been able to set up a real camp for a few weeks in the open foothills, and they were all on edge from sleeping in exposed areas. A defensible place to sleep would be good for them, even if they were surrounded by death. They would be able to give the pack proper burials, at the very least.

“Fine. One night,” Derek relented, already moving away to check on Isaac. “He’s your responsibility.”

Big Bad Wolves by NotThatIWillEverWriteIt (1/1 | 1,144 | General)

"What's one more canine?"

But it's better when it's you by Tails89 (1/1 | 9,707 | Mature)

Shuffling slowly towards the front door, Stiles throws it open.

“What?”

Stiles’ brain short circuits - just a little - because standing in front of him is Derek Hale.

He hasn’t seen Derek in almost four years and now he’s standing on his doorstep, in shorts and a tank top with a canvas bag clutched in one hand.

Teen Wolf Fic Fest Prompt: Someone breaks a bone and someone unexpected winds up on their doorstep with a bag full of groceries

My Soul to Keep by jacyevans, Jmeelee (7/7 | 18,660 | Teen)

Stiles came with a whiteboard, and blue dry erase marker, flapping it over his head like a white flag on a battlefield.

"Come on," he coaxed. "You must want to say something. You've never gone this long without telling me to shut up." He waggled the marker in Derek's face. Stinging alcohol and pungent polymer singed Derek's nose hairs.

His fingers itched to pick up the board, and not because he wanted to tell Stiles to be quiet. He enjoyed the babble that filled the apartment every few days, the hearty food, Stiles' particular, reassuring smell: maple sugar buzz, spicy-sweet deodorant, milk-sour frustration, floral shampoo, and spring grass at night. It soaked into Derek's couch, his bed, his skull.

If any of it were real, Derek would take the board and write: thank you.

Lost Without You by ash_mcj (1/1 | 7,799 | General

Derek made a deal. A very stupid, no-good, mortifying deal because he couldn’t bear to tell his idiotic (secret) mate no. -- “You guys didn’t know that Derek plays piano?” Cora asked, her eyebrows furrowed. “He’s played since before I was born.” “He was good,” Peter recalled. “He used to sing, too. Put on little concerts for the pups.” “That was a long time ago,” Derek clipped. “Doesn’t matter now - I don’t play anymore.” "Derek," Stiles whined childishly. He scooted closer to him and grabbed onto his arm to gently shake him. “C'mon, Sourwolf, my life will never be complete until I hear you sing. I’ll do anything. I’ll streak across the lacrosse field during our final match, if you perform for us right now.” "When you graduate," Derek relented. --- And then Stiles graduated. And Derek had to perform for him. And then the fact that Derek saw Stiles as his mate wasn’t a secret anymore. ---

(For~ Sterek Valentine Week 2021; Day 3 and 4: Secret Crush and Love Song)

**Songfic to "Lost Without You" by Freya Ridings

princecharmingwinks special mention (i have never read a merman AU for sterek and this was a delighful introduction to the trope! Also it has meddling erica which we all know any mention of her is my weakness!)

Beacon Gills by kitsunequeen (1/1 | 4,226 | Teen)

“Derek,” Erica singsongs loudly. Rather than knocking on the rather flimsy-looking piece of driftwood, she grabs a coconut filled with seashells and shakes it violently. “We’ve got a surprise for you!”

“I hate surprises,” Derek answers, voice slightly muffled through the door. “Aren’t you supposed to be out exploring the caves with Isaac?”

“He has some special guests tonight,” Boyd says. “And so do you.”

Derek doesn’t answer right away, and Stiles can almost imagine him sighing.

“Come in,” he yields finally. “You know it’s unlocked.”

Erica flings the door open, nudges Stiles inside, and slams it behind him.

“Surprise!” she yells, and then Stiles can hear her and Boyd’s footsteps quickly retreating.

Oh, shit.

---

When Stiles accompanies Scott on a trip to his uncle's beach house, he gets more than he bargained for after running into a pack of mermaids with a particularly attractive leader...

And that’s it for the month folks! Thank you to the amazing fandom always giving me so much content to enjoy, sterek fandom is the best fandom ;) 

[yikesharringrove]

Sweet Little Mango

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Chapter 4

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Steve popped at 19 weeks.

He went from looking a little chubby to looking fully pregnant.

They had yet to tell anyone about the pup, but he couldn’t hide it anymore. Not when his belly entered every room hours before he did.

Billy would not stop touching Steve’s belly. Not that he ever had since they had found out, but now that Steve looked pregnant, Billy would gently rest his head on the bump, would press kisses to the little bulge on his lower abdomen, would talk to the little pup, sing to it.

It made Steve melt every damn time.

Billy was standing behind Steve, his head resting on his shoulder as they both looked in the mirror. His arms were wrapped around Steve’s waist, both hands splayed out on his stomach as Steve did his hair, staring intently in the mirror.

Steve’s hands were unsteady.

His parents were finally home, no doubt sitting as stiff as possible in the sitting room, watching the news and not speaking to one another, or their only child.

Steve was going to tell them the news today. He had done an okay job avoiding them the day or two they’d been home, but it was time. He couldn’t just walk around with a large stack of books in front of him like an actress trying to hide her pregnancy on t.v.

“It’s gonna be okay. We’ll work it out,” Billy said, placing a kiss on Steve’s neck.

Steve sighed, dropping his hands.

“There’s no way they take it well, Bill. My dad’s always had, always had a fucking issue with me being, what I am.” Billy turned him around by his hips, Steve’s rounded tummy pressed between them.

“We’re gonna get through it. We got each other, and we got this little mango. It’ll suck, but we’ll find a way to make it work.”

Steve smiled at him, one that didn’t quite meet his eyes, running his fingers through Billy’s hair.

“Should we face it? Get this garbage over with?”

Billy leaned up to plant a firm kiss on his forehead.

“I love you.”

Steve kept his arms crossed low as they joined his parents in the sitting room.

His mother was nursing a glass of deep red wine, reading a book with her lips pursed.

His father was pursuing some paperwork. He never really stopped working.

Steve figured it was to save him from actually engaging with his family.

The television was droning quietly in the background. Some story about a corner store getting robbed in Cincinnati.

“Um, Mom? Dad?” His father just hummed, his mother not acknowledging Steve whatsoever.

Billy was working overtime to keep himself in check. Not get angry. But it was hard with the way Steve’s parents were just ignoring him.

“I have something important to say.”

“Doubt that.”

Steve went rigid at his father’s cold voice.

Billy took a deep breath, squeezing Steve’s knee twice.

“It is important. It’s, it’s life-changing, really.” Steve’s voice cracked and his father finally looked up, glaring at Billy for a moment.

“Then please, Steven. Go ahead .” Steve cowed under his father’s gaze. Billy licked over his lips, preparing himself to have to break the news.

“I’m pregnant.”

It was silent.

Mrs. Harrington closed her book, setting it down softly on the side table, taking a long sip of wine.

“Beg pardon?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Mr. Harrington shifted, pulling his wallet from the pocket of his slacks and opening it up, rifling through the thick wad of cash neatly lined up in the designated pocket.

“How much do you need?”

“I don’t, what ?”

Mr. Harrington sighed loudly at Steve’s lack of understanding.

Billy is pretty sure he knows where this is going, and he’s more than sure Steve isn’t gonna like it.

“For an abortion, Steven.”

It was like cold water was dripping down Steve’s spine.

“I don’t, that’s not what I want.”

“You don’t have a choice. You want to be a goddamn omega whore, you either flush this thing or get out of my house.”

The harsh words lit a fire in Steve’s gut and made him spring to his feet.

“I’m not getting rid of it!”

Steve’s father stood, nearly kicking over the coffee table in his haste to get in front of Steve, meeting him eye-to-eye.

“You are an embarrassment! Getting pregnant in high school. Letting this dirty, this white trash disgusting alpha knock you up!”

Billy didn’t even register getting on his feet, only realized what he was doing as he began pulling Steve behind him.

“You don’t fucking speak to him that way.” Billy’s voice was gravelly, low in his throat as he eyed Mr. Harrington.

“I speak to that little slut however I want. You don’t come into my house and disrespect me .” He lashed out, taking Steve’s upper arm and yanking him forward.

And he slapped Steve across the face.

Billy didn’t even think.

He took Mr. Harrington by the front of his stupid fucking suit jacket, pushing him back a few paces.

“Don’t ever lay a hand on him! He is mine .”

Steve’s eyes were wide.

He had never heard Billy use his alpha chords before, drop down into complete alpha domination. Billy said he didn’t like to, that his dad used his chords enough for the both of them.

But here Billy was, bristling in his father’s face.

“Billy!” Billy snarled, shoving Steve’s dad down back into his chair. “He’s not worth it.” Steve’s eyes were wet when he looked back at him.

He crossed the room, pulling Steve into his side.

“You have that bastard pup, don’t you dare give it my good name.” Mr. Harrington adjusted his jacket, now rumpled in the front from Billy fisting the fabric. “You have one hour to get out of my house.”

Steve glared at his father, grinding his jaw.

But when he looked at his mother, it was with nothing but heartbreaking sadness.

She had watched everything go down, and simply drained her wine. She didn’t say anything.

And Steve thinks that hurt more than the stinging cheek.

It was quiet in his room as Billy helped him pack up.

Steve’s bag was small. He didn’t have much in the way of maternity clothes. Just packed the essentials, the things he cared about.

Billy called Joyce from the landline in Steve’s bedroom, arranging to stay in her home for a few nights until they could figure shit out.

She had offered her home to them before, many times, actually. Just fuckin’ sucked they actually had to take her up on the offer.

Billy led him out of the house with one hand on the small of his back.

They were almost out the door when there was a soft voice behind them.

“Steven,” her voice trailed off as Steve turned to address his mother. She was standing in the entryway, her eyes big and so very sad. It was remarkable. How much she looked like Steve. Billy had never really noticed it until now.

But she floundered, and didn’t have anything to say.

Steve nodded once, and left.

-

“I’m gonna drop you off at the Byers and then head to my place.”

Steve was holding Billy’s hand in his lap, the other hand resting on his bump.

“Wait, but, I want to be with you.”

“Steve, I don’t want you in there for that.” Billy took a deep breath. “It’s gonna get ugly. I don’t want you getting caught in the crossfire.”

“But, I can help you.”

“Baby, he’ll go for you. He’ll go for you, and he’ll hurt you. I’m not risking you, and I’m not risking the mango just for him .”

Steve squirmed in his seat.

“I just don’t like you doing this alone. What if he, like really hurts you, and I can’t get to you?”

“I’m just gonna grab my shit, have my car packed and ready, and then break the news, and get the fuck out. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Joyce was waiting on the porch for them when Billy pulled up.

Steve turned to kiss Billy long and hard before he got out of the car, taking his bag with him as he went.

He sat on the squashy sofa in the Byers’ living room the whole time, his foot shaking uncontrollably as he waited, his stomach tying itself into knots, horrific scenarios of what Billy must be dealing with flashing through his brain.

He tried to stay calm. Tried to sit still and think about positive shit as he waited.

Waited for the Camaro to roar down the front drive.

Waited for Hopper to call and say that something far uglier than anticipated had happened at the old house.

But Billy came back less than an hour later, all of his belongings stored messily in his backseat, the red mark around his eye already turning dark blue. Swelling as though before Steve’s very eyes.

Steve was so relieved to see him, tugging Billy onto the lumpy little sofa with him, brushing his fingers softly through Billy’s hair, peppering his face with featherlight kisses.

Billy didn’t say anything for the rest of the evening. He just held Steve for a while.

[revengeisourlullaby]

If I Never Knew You Pt.1

Pt.2   Pt.3   Pt.4   Pt.5   Pt.6

Warnings: 18+, eventual smut, arranged marriage plot, kinda royal au, some fighting, secret relationship, angst.

a/n: This is going to be a six part series. I’ve never done a series before, but I write so much anyway I thought why not make one. I’ll probably upload each part daily unless there is demand for them to come faster. I hope you enjoy. Requests/asks will be open if you wanna send smth to me! Although I will admit I am kinda slow in finishing requests. I have a lot to balance in my life so my apologies if I don’t get to them immediately!  

Word count: 1.8K

Loki x female!reader 

The sun shone through the window of your home, the golden rays warming up your cheeks and waking you from your slumber. Sitting up, you stretched, feeling the sleep vibrate out of your body. Tossing the sheets off your body, you swung your legs out of the bed and walked to the bathroom to begin your morning routine. Finishing with tending to the mass of hair on your head you trailed back into your bedroom to change into clothes appropriate for the day. An array of dresses always leaving you indecisive about what to wear.

Settling on an olive green one you walked towards the mirror and fastened the ties around the back of your neck. The loose sleeves draped over your shoulders, cascading down your back, and gold accents adorning the neckline. Finding your shoes, you slipped out of your bedroom, closing the door behind you, and walked down the hallway, the chatter of your family becoming more clear as you near the entrance of the main room. 

 “Good morning, mother. Father.”

It seemed you had slept in quite a bit, given your parents already eating breakfast. Your mother piped up

“There’s a portion left for you on the counter, my dear.”

Eying the food you decided you weren’t all that hungry yet. You had just woken up and your body had yet to settle. Declining, you grabbed your satchel and began to walk towards the door.

“But Y/N, you should really eat something before starting your day.”

“I’ll be fine, Mom. I promise. I’m just not that hungry right now. I’ll eat when I get back.”

Finally reaching the door, your father chimed in,

“You know, Y/N, just because you try to avoid the obvious, doesn’t mean it’s going to go away any sooner.”

Dropping your head, you sighed. You couldn’t seem to escape the duties of being a young woman in a world where royal obligations were something you were expected to partake in. Upon reaching the age of 18, you were supposed to be on the lookout for a decent suitor of a husband. The fact of the matter was, you were now approaching 22 and had yet to find someone acceptable, not only by your standards but by your parents. 

For this uniting of peoples would also be a uniting of families. You had until your 21st birthday to find a man suitable to everyone's liking and if you didn’t, arranged marriage was the next option. No one wanted to be known as the woman in Asgard who couldn’t get a man to offer his hand in marriage, yet here you were in all your glory. It was frustrating. 

If only they knew. 

“I know, Dad. Things are a little bit harder when I have to seek my parents' approval for my marriage.”

Your tone became short, frustrated at the entire situation. You already had someone, for a while now actually, but you hadn’t the guts to inform your parents because you knew they would shut him down. So you loved in silence. It was more than painful, not being able to be truly open with your lover, but you had yet to find the right time to pour out your heart to your family. Taking a deep breath, your grounded yourself and turned towards the door,

“I’ll be back later, I love you.”

Your mom got to responding before your father did,

“We love you too dear. Make sure to pay attention to who you’re around. Be safe.”

Smiling lightly you finally walked out the door and stepped into the fresh air that was Asgard. It never got old. The scent of the trees and freshwater that surrounded this place sent one into such serenity. Just being outside could allow your mind to drift elsewhere and forget about the troubles in your life. Walking as far as you could from your home you spaced out in the direction you were going. 

Coming back to when you accidentally kicked a pebble across the ground. Looking up you found yourself in one of the many gardens that surrounded Asgard. Walking to a marble bench, you scrunched up some of your dress in your hands, folding one leg under you before sitting atop it. Crossing your other leg across it and letting the fabric of your dress fall to the ground. 

Pulling your satchel into your lap, you grabbed your journal out of it and began to sketch the garden in front of you. Paying special attention to the detail of the flowers, wanting to make sure you entirely captured the essence of their beauty on paper. Lost in concentration, you failed to hear the footsteps approaching behind you. It wasn’t until you felt a hand rub small circles into your shoulder that you turned around. 

Hair fell in your face, obscuring your view of who was in front of you. Bringing your hand up to place your hair away from your face you dropped your pen on the ground. You went to reach for it, but a separate pair of hands grabbed it first.

“You seem to be quite the mess today, my darling.”

A genuine smile stretched across your features before looking up into the enchanting blue of his eyes. 

“Loki, hi! What are you doing out here?”

Sitting down next to you, careful to avoid your dress he spoke,

“Well, I was informed that a beautiful lady was sitting in the garden in front of the palace so of course, I had to go inspect the situation. And upon seeing a stunning shade of green draped over the bench, I had to introduce myself.” 

An airy laugh left your throat, blithe being showcased across your being.

“If I didn’t know any better, it sounds like you fancy this beautiful woman.”

“How could I not? Her beauty extends beyond the physical. She's incredibly intelligent and the only one to unconditionally show kindness and love to those who deserve it. It’d be incredibly injudicious of me to not be aware of that.”

“Alright, alright Loki, you’ve buttered me up enough.” you chuckled

“It’s never enough, darling. And it’s not buttering you up if it’s true, which it is. So, against your wishes, I shall continue to do it.”

You rolled your eyes and smiled. Looking down at his hands, you placed yours on top of his and gazed into his eyes once more. Glancing down to his lips and back up to his eyes, you slowly leaned in, Loki meeting you halfway. A kiss so tender you forgot it was Loki whose lips were tangled in a dance with your own. 

Loki moved his hand out from underneath yours and placed it on your cheek. You pulled away from the kiss and nestled your head into his hand, his thumb caressing your cheek allowing you to relish in the moment of being with each other. Flashing your eyes back up to his you asked,

“Shall we go for a walk?”

“Why not?”

Stuffing your journal and pen back into your satchel you untangled your legs and got up from the bench, Loki helping you stand up so that you didn’t trip on your dress. Taking your hand in his own, you two walked through the garden on a path that would eventually lead you to the entrance of the palace. 

“I’ve missed you Loki. I always miss you, I hate being away from you.”

“I know my love, I do as well, but you of all people know our predicament.”

You stopped in your tracks and turned in haste to stop him as well, making him face you. You brought both your hands up to cup his face, an idea flashing bright behind your eyes,

“Well, maybe we can change it! We can be the change to get rid of this stupid rule. I can’t imagine my life without you Loki. I don’t want to have to share my world with someone else. It’s only ever going to be you.” 

Bringing his hands up to your wrists, he looked deep into your eyes, sorrow and hope swimming behind his facial features. 

“Maybe we can, although we have to prepare for the worst...but that doesn't mean we can’t try.”

Giving a small smile, he moved his hands to the back of your head, thumb caressing your temple, and leaned in to kiss you. Giving you all the reassurance you could’ve asked for. Pulling away from each other you continued down the path hand in hand. Closing your eyes you took a deep breath, serenity washing over you. 

Opening your eyes, you realized you were closing in on the front of the palace meaning you would now be in the public eye and the last thing you wanted was more gossip to fall upon you. Looking at your lover, you stopped walking, halting him in his tracks. Forcing him to turn around and look at you.

“What is it?”

You sighed, suddenly being overcome with emotion.

“Well, if we walked any further, everyone would see us and I wouldn’t want to cause any trouble for you…”

“...Trouble? For me?”

Loki scoffed, his signature smirk following.

“Love, all I’m known for is for causing trouble, I wouldn’t mind another notch on my belt.”

You were hesitant. You loved Loki and you knew your feelings were reciprocated through him, but it was difficult breaking from the chains of what you ‘were supposed to do’. It left you in such dissonance and yet you felt in your heart to rebel so fiercely that Asgard would immortalize your change. Your silence alerted Loki and he spoke again,

“Y/N, if we are to ever make any sort of change we cannot hide in the shadows anymore. We cannot separate and scatter like roaches when the light is shined upon us. We must bask in it. That is the only way we can possibly aspire to reach our goal of loving one another in true fulfillment.”

“You’re right.”

“I always am.”

You placed your hand back in his and Loki smiled down at you. 

“Ready to have the target on your back, Y/N?”

“As long as you’re by my side, I can handle anything.”

Walking out of the secluded area of the garden, you finally stepped into the light. For the first time in the last year being open about your courtship with Loki. Asgard’s God of Mischief and your parent’s worst nightmare. You felt armored for anything to be hurled in your direction with Loki was by your side and always would be. 

The anxiety of it all had yet to drain from your bones and you couldn’t help but draft up ‘what ifs’ in your head. As if Loki was scavenging through your brain, he gave your hand an inspiriting squeeze, bringing you back into your body and out of your head. If only you knew how the whispers of your choice in partnership would rain the fires of hell all too soon.

[yellowsuitcase]

You’re mine // Draco Malfoy

A/N: This is an anon request I received. I had to alter the wording of one of the prompts a little bit for it to make sense, I hope that’s okay. Also please be mindful that this is my FIRST smut I’ve ever written. I’m happy with how it turned out but omg was it difficult. But anyway, enjoy and don’t be afraid to request! {Prompt list}

Summary: Draco and Y/N are friends with benefits until Y/N decides she’s done with him. Cedric tries to get with Y/N Draco gets jealous and smut follows.

Warning(s): SMUT! Swearing, Angst, Fluff

Word count: 4.4k

Prompts: #1 #4 #7 #28 #35 #47

All she could think about was his face. The way his grey eyes had pierced her soul last night—the feeling of his hands on her hips. 

“Earth to Y/N.”

Her attention snapped back to the present. A perplexed Hannah was looking at her. “You alright? You looked really zoned out.”

Y/N blinked rapidly, “Yeah, yeah, I’m good. Sorry. What were we talking about again?” Y/N asked while lightly slapping her cheeks to bring herself back to reality.

“We were going over our plans to study for the transfiguration exam. We agreed to meet in the library on Sunday.” Hannah said, her tone sounding slightly irritated.

“Oh yeah, that’s…” Y/N caught sight of him, her eyes glued to him until he left the Great Hall, “fine. That’s fine.” 

Hannah followed her gaze. “Seriously, Y/N? Malfoy? That’s who you hooked up with last night?”

Her friend’s words drove fear into her chest, “Would you shut up? Someone’s gonna hear you!” Y/N whisper yelled. Hannah threw her hands up in exasperation. 

Y/N shrugged her shoulders and picked up another slice of bread.“So what if it was Malfoy? What’s wrong with that?” she asked, oblivious as to why Hannah was so upset.

“What’s wrong with that? Y/N, you simply can’t be serious. Malfoy’s an arse. He bullies anyone who isn’t a Slytherin. Hell, he’s bullied you numerous times. Not to mention he’s not even that attractive.”

Y/N’s mouth fell open upon hearing her friend’s words. “Not attractive? Hannah, have you gone blind? Have you looked at the guy?

Hannah rolled her eyes and dropped her face into her hands. “There’s no hope for you. It’s over. I mean, I can already tell you’ve caught feelings.”

“I most certainly have not!” Y/N exclaimed, inadvertently causing the people around her to stare. “I’m not an idiot, it was a one-time thing,” she muttered while picking at her eggs.

“I hope you mean that,” Hannah said. Y/N couldn’t meet her eyes.

Her friend sighed and reached across the table to grasp Y/N’s hand. “Don’t think too much, you’ll give yourself a headache.”

Y/N ignored her and pulled her hand away while saying, “Snape will have our heads if we’re late, we’d better go.”

The two Hufflepuffs rose to their feet and made their way to the doors. As they were walking through them, Y/N felt a hand grab her wrist. She let out a little yelp and whipped her head around to see none other than Draco Malfoy. “I need to speak with you,” he said, his tone firm.

Hannah had noticed her friend disappear from her side. When Y/N looked back at her, her hip was popped, and her eyebrow cocked. Her facial expression suggested she wouldn’t be happy if Y/N stayed behind to talk with Draco.

Y/N gave her an apologetic smile, hoping it would appease Hannah. It did not. She shook her head and promptly stomped off to class. 

Slowly, Y/N turned around to face the blonde boy behind her. His hand hadn’t left her wrist, but he let go once he realized he was still holding it. Clearing his throat, he looked both ways before speaking. 

“Have you told anyone?” his grey eyes once again pierced her soul.

She shook her head, but then remembered Hannah. “I haven’t told anyone, but Hannah did figure it out,” she said, nervously biting her lip. His eyes flickered to her lips before returning to her eyes.

“If we are to continue this, nobody can know. Do you understand me?”

Y/N couldn’t keep her eyes from widening in shock. “I’m sorry, did I hear you correctly? You want to continue this?”

Draco raised his eyebrow. “You don’t?”

Her hands waved frantically. “No, no, I do, I just… I dunno, I didn’t think you’d want to is all. But I’d like to continue, yes. If that’s alright with you, of course.”

Draco gave her a displeased look, “You’re very annoying,” he said, “But you’re accessible so just keep it under wraps, alright? Besides, you wouldn’t want to see what happens if I find out you’ve told people. Understand?”

Y/N was quite frankly insulted by the way he spoke about her. He straight up, had called her “accessible.” She was about to give him a piece of her mind, but then he gave her a look, and she thought better of it and nodded frantically. 

“Yes. My lips are sealed.” She rocked back and forth on her heels in an attempt to calm herself down.

Draco scanned her up and down before nodding. “Good,” he said. And then he began to walk away. Y/N didn’t think before calling out to him. 

“How will I know when you wanna, you know, do it?”

He didn’t bother to stop walking when he called back, “I’ll find you.”

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Y/N buried her face in her pillow. If she concentrated, she could still smell his cologne on it. She breathed in deeply as she reminisced the events of a few nights prior. Somehow, Draco had found her while she was taking a midnight trip to the kitchens. He didn’t have to say anything to her, she knew what he wanted, and frankly, she wanted it too. 

He took them to her dorm since it was closer. He pushed her up against the wall, wrapped his hand around her throat, and whispered in her ear, “Such a pretty mouth. You’d better keep it shut, though. Wouldn’t want anyone to hear us, would you, darling?”

She still got chills when she thought about it. Lucky for her, it was a Saturday, meaning she could stay in bed as long as she liked. Or so she thought.

“Wake up. They’re serving pancakes today. You don’t wanna be late,” Hannah said in a sing-song voice. Y/N groaned; she really needed Hannah to stop interrupting her daydreams.

“Oh, don’t be like that. They’re serving blueberry pancakes.”

Y/N flung the sheets off her chest. “On second thought, let’s go,” she said. Hannah laughed, “I knew that’d get you up. You really need to stop staying up so late, though.”

“Yeah yeah, you need to stop getting up so early. The plants aren’t going to die if you fail to water them at exactly six in the morning.”

“How do you know? You forget to water Pepper all the time.” Hannah replied.

Pepper was Y/N’s little cactus. It sat on her nightstand in a yellow pot. She loved Pepper dearly.

“Hannah, Pepper is a cactus, and cactuses don’t need a lot of water, so take that!”

Hannah rolled her eyes. “Come on; we might legitimately miss pancakes if you don’t hurry.” And with that, the Hufflepuff threw on a sweatshirt and jeans and rushed down to the Great Hall.

Y/N was practically running through the corridors; she could almost taste the pancakes on her tongue. “Geez Y/N, wait up!” Hannah called after her, desperately trying to keep up. 

In her haste, Y/N didn’t notice the group of people turning the corner, and she wasn’t able to stop her feet. She crashed right into the boy in the middle of them.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you,” Y/N stammered, holding out her hand to the boy she’d knocked over. 

He got to his hands and knees and pushed himself up. When he turned around and faced her, Y/N’s heart sunk. 

“Y/L/N?” He scoffed. “Look where you’re going next time. Blimey, what a waste of space,” he shouted, his minions laughing along with him. Y/N felt her face burn with embarrassment and a little bit of hurt. 

Hannah, who had caught up to her friend, chimed in, “Shut up, Malfoy, why do you insist on being such a git?”

“You wanna say that again, Abbott?” Draco threatened, reaching inside his robe for his wand.

“Hey, hey, let’s just calm down, alright? Nobody’s hurt, we ought to keep it that way,” Y/N reasoned, despite her desire to give Draco a right punch in the gut. Reluctantly, he put his wand away.

“Come on, boys, these twits aren’t worth our time,” Draco said coldly as he and his friends strutted away.

“What a knobhead, I mean honestly, you’d think he’d be a bit nicer towards the girl he’s sleeping with,” Hannah said through gritted teeth. Y/N didn’t even care about her friend’s volume. After all, it didn’t matter anymore. 

“Well, he’s not sleeping with me again. Not after that, I’m done with his shit,” Y/N said, tears gathering in her eyes.

Hannah smiled upon hearing her words, “Bloody hell, it’s about time you realized he was no good. Now let’s get some pancakes, yeah? Come on, you deserve some.” The pair walked into the Great Hall to begin their pancake feast.

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A few weeks later, Y/N was sitting on a bench by one of the many windows in the Hogwarts corridors when a boy wearing a Hufflepuff scarf walked up to her. She looked up and noticed it was Cedric Diggory. Cedric was only a year above her, but they hadn’t talked much.

“Cedric? Do you need anything?”

He smiled, “Nothing in particular, no. I just saw you sitting alone, and I thought you might enjoy some company. Am I mistaken?”

Y/N felt her face flush. “Oh, uhm no, you’re not wrong at all,” she stammered.

Cedric stood awkwardly. “Oh! How can you sit if I don’t move over?” Y/N asked while she gave a nervous laugh. Cedric was by far one of the most attractive boys in Hufflepuff, so it only made sense that his desire to sit with her, of all people, was making Y/N nervous.

He chuckled at her anxiousness and took a seat next to her. The bench was relatively small due to Y/N’s things taking up a quarter of the space. This caused her hips to touch his. This made her face burn even more.

“So why are you all alone on a Friday afternoon?” he asked.

Y/N felt her heart clench, “Oh well, my best friend, Hannah, and I are actually in a little bit of a row at the moment. I may have unknowingly talked about her crush a bit too loudly, and they overheard. She’s not very happy with me, understandably.”

“Ah, I see. But it was an accident, and surely she’ll forgive you sooner rather than later. Don’t you think?” Cedric asked, trying to reassure Y/N.

“I hope so. Lately, she’s been a bit dodgy. She’s been really short with me, yelling at me all the time. It’s not like her,” she remarked. 

“Perhaps she’s dealing with something personal. And if she is, then she’s probably taking out her frustrations on you. And don’t get me wrong,” he said while holding his hands up, “that doesn’t make her actions, okay, but if that is the case, then that would mean you’re not the problem. Does that make sense?” Cedric asked.

She gave him a warm smile and nodded her head. “Yeah, actually, it does. Thank you, I never thought about it like that,” she said.

He laughed, the deep baritone of his voice coming to the forefront. “Well, I’m glad I could show you a different perspective on the situation. Sometimes that’s all you need.”

“Yeah, I suppose so,” she said. When he didn’t reply, her eyes fell to her lap, too nervous to look him in the eyes. But then she felt his hand on her face. He gently took her chin between his thumb and fingers and turned her face upwards to look at him. He was smirking. 

“You don’t need to be nervous, sweetheart. I don’t bite,” Cedric said as he moved his hand from her chin to her hair. He pushed some stray strands behind her ear so that her face wasn’t covered.

Y/N’s heart began to pound. This boy was making her sweat. She noticed then that he had grey eyes, just like Draco. Her chest grew tight at the thought of him. She hated to admit it, but often she found herself missing the blonde boy, even if he was an arse.

Her attention was brought back to Cedric when he spoke, “If I were to ask you on a date, would you say yes?”

Air got caught in Y/N’s throat, and she launched into a fit of coughs. Cedric immediately reached for his wand. He took her hands and put one on top of the other to create a makeshift bowl. Pointing his wand to her hands, he said, “Aguamenti.”

Water spouted from the tip of his wand and flowed into Y/N’s hands. She eagerly slurped it up, soothing her dry throat. They repeated this process a couple more times before Y/N was satisfied.

“Thank you, that was so embarrassing. I’m sorry you had to do that.”

Cedric only laughed. “No problem. You sure you’re alright?” he asked.

She nodded fervently, “Yes, I promise.”

“Well, in that case, what do you say? To the date, I mean.”

Y/N tapped her finger to her lips, pretending to think. Cedric gave her an unimpressed look that made her giggle and break character. “Yes, Cedric, I’d love to go on a date with you,” she said.

A huge grin broke out on his face, and he rushed to his feet, “Brilliant, I’ll meet you in the common room tomorrow night at eight. Don’t be late!” he called as he sprinted down the hall. Y/N could only laugh at his playful nature. “Okay!” she yelled back to him. 

Once he rounded the corner and was out of sight, she let herself plop down on her back with a dreamy sigh. “I’m going on a date with Cedric Diggory,” she spoke out loud.

“How pathetic,” said a voice.

Y/N sat straight up and sharply whipped her head around. Sure enough, there stood Draco, this time without his minions.

“Shut up, Malfoy, what do you care anyway?” Y/N muttered.

“I don’t,” he said before he took a bite of the green apple in his hand, “It’s just that you fancied me a few weeks ago, didn’t you, Y/L/N?”

Y/N shifted in her seat and crossed her arms defensively. “So what if I did. I reckon you were starting to grow fond of me too.”

Draco scoffed, a smile appearing on his lips. “You’re insane to think I’d ever fancy you.”

His words were like a slap in the face to Y/N. She honestly thought that he would have developed some mutual feelings for her. It turns out she was wrong.

“Well, at least I’m not a low life scumbag like you. All you care about is your reputation. Don’t you have any emotions? Did you even care about me when we were fooling around, or was I just a toy to you?” Y/N’s chest heaved with anger as she finished yelling at him.

He stood eerily still. Silence fell over the corridor.

“You don’t even care anymore, do you? You never did.”

Draco clenched his fists, trying to control himself. But the longer he looked at her, the weaker his resolve became. Without thinking, he bolted towards Y/N, startling her as he did so.

He grabbed her chin forcefully and tilted her face upwards, a stark difference from how Cedric had just minutes ago. She avoided his eyes, breathing heavily with fear. 

“Look at me,” Draco demanded. Her eyes remained fixated on his chest.

“Perhaps you didn’t hear me. I said, look at me!” 

He was yelling now, his grip growing tighter. Y/N was afraid of him leaving bruises, so she caved and let her eyes travel to his. His pupils were wide, and his teeth were gritted. He saw the fright in her eyes and smirked. “Scared, Y/L/N?” he asked, chuckling at the look on her face, “you should be. It seems that you’ve forgotten who you belong to, little girl.”

Y/N’s heart must’ve been going a mile a minute; it felt like it was going to break out of her ribcage. The man in front of her looked so attractive. She began to feel her temperature rising.

“You’re mine,” Draco said before he pressed his lips to hers aggressively. She gasped into his mouth; he took this as an opportunity to slip his tongue inside. He ran his hand up her neck and into her hair, where he grasped it tightly between his fingers. This new leverage allowed him to angle her chin upwards. He kissed her intensely until he was forced to pull away to catch his breath. When he opened his eyes, he saw Y/N’s flushed face and swollen lips. She wasted no time and smashed her lips back onto his, letting out a soft moan as she did.

“God, you’re breathtaking,” he muttered, pulling away once again.

Y/N rolled her eyes, “I hate you,” she laughed. Draco smirked and looked away from her lips so that he could gaze into her eyes once more. “Liar,” he said. Y/N bit her lip. 

“Perhaps,” she said while giggling. 

Draco rolled his eyes and leaned in to kiss her neck, simultaneously running his hand underneath her button-up shirt. He heard her breath waver as he did this. Little noises escaped his mouth when he sucked her skin between his teeth. She squirmed under his touch, unable to sit still. His hand reached her breast, and he gingerly squeezed her through her bra. 

“Let’s take this elsewhere,” Y/N suggested. Draco paid her no mind and continued to suck on her neck. 

“Draco, please. We can’t do this here, and I want you now,” she pleaded.

He pulled away to smile smugly at her. “Desperate today, aren’t we?” 

Y/N whined in response, wiggling her hips. Draco laughed at her eagerness. “Alright, alright, let’s go.”

They jumped to their feet and grasped each other’s hand as they dashed down the hallway and all the way to the Slytherin common room entrance. “Dementor,” Draco whispered. The walls opened up to reveal a stairway heading down into the dark common room Y/N had come to be familiar with. Luckily, nobody was in the main room.

They practically ran up the steps to the boys’ dorm. Older Slytherin boys had figured out how to dispel the charm preventing females from entering a long time ago, so the pair were able to get inside easily.

Draco burst through the door to his shared room with Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaise. “Out,” he demanded. The boys didn’t ask questions. They simply dropped what they were doing and left the dorm room.

He turned to Y/N. “Where were we?” he asked playfully while he took his shoes off.

“Don’t tease me, Malfoy,” she replied snarkily as she did the same.

“You’re not the one in charge here, love,” Draco snapped while pushing her backward towards his bed. She fell onto the emerald green sheets covering his mattress. He wasted no time climbing on top of her. She immediately rolled her hips upwards, craving friction. Draco grabbed her hips and pushed them into the bed. “Patience, love,” he said softly.

But Y/N wasn’t having any of it. She writhed underneath him, trying to break free of his hold. He didn’t like this one bit, so he put his hand on her throat. This halted her movements instantly.

“Be still, little girl. Good things come to those who wait,” he said in a sultry voice. Y/N nodded, her eyes wide open. 

Slowly, he trailed his hand from her hickey covered neck down to her chest where he began to unbutton her shirt. She struggled to remain motionless as he skillfully removed her shirt and tie. He licked his lips when her shirt was out of the way, and he could see her full breasts. 

“Take it off,” he commanded. Y/N sat up and reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. When it fell from her shoulders, Draco latched his mouth onto her nipple, causing her to let out a deep moan. He smirked as he flicked her nub with his tongue. His other hand was making its way to her center. 

Y/N didn’t notice his touch until a finger slipped inside her. She gasped sharply and felt herself clench down on him. He detached his mouth from her breast and lightly laughed. 

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

Y/N moaned and whispered, “Just fuck me already, you arsehole.”

Draco hummed, pretending to consider her request. “No, I don’t think I will. I don’t think you deserve it.”

She whined and rolled her hips again. As she did this, he slipped another digit into her pussy. “Fuck, Draco,” she groaned. Suddenly, he removed his fingers. He watched as she pressed her thighs together, trying to stimulate herself. “What the hell?” she asked angrily. 

“Do you want me to get naked or not, darling?”

Y/N crossed her arms across her chest and pouted. He simply laughed at her and began to unbutton his own shirt as well as remove his belt. She took this time to kick off her skirt and underwear. 

Draco bit his lip when he saw her bare pussy. He felt his dick twitch in his pants, and he sped up his pace, eager to continue what he started. 

Once he’d gotten his pants off, he leaned his face downwards and began to kiss the insides of her soft thighs. She propped herself up onto her elbows so she could watch as he got closer and closer to her center. When his tongue made contact with her pussy, she felt a shudder go through her entire being, and she let her head fall back onto the plush pillows.

“Draco,” she moaned as he sucked on her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her hands found his hair, and she gripped his blonde locks tightly, trying to keep herself stable as he continued to lick and suck her.

He continues eating her out for nearly ten minutes before adding his fingers back into the equation. He swiftly slides three fingers inside her wet pussy. Y/N gasped out in pleasure. “Please,” she said, not quite aware of what she was begging for. Draco moved his fingers in and out of her while still sucking her clit. “Fuck! Right there, right there, please don’t stop,” she pleaded.

Draco obliged and maintained his pace. Y/N arched her back as it all became too much. Her mouth fell open as her climax overtook her system. Draco didn’t stop his motions. He continued stimulating her through her orgasm, only pulling away when he felt aftershock jolts pulse through her body. Y/N’s eyes began to close.

“We’re not done yet, sweetheart,” Draco said while pulling his boxers off and beginning to palm himself. He leaned down to kiss her softly, allowing Y/N to taste herself on his lips. She moaned into the kiss and ran her hands up his scalp. His hand reached for his nightstand to the left of his bed. Pulling away from the kiss, he dug into the drawer and pulled out a condom, quickly rolling it onto his dick.

She pulled him back in for another kiss while he lined himself up at her center and slightly pushed the tip inside. Y/N couldn’t resist the urge to wiggle her hips, successfully making Draco hiss. He put his hands on either side of her head and, without warning, slammed his dick inside her and began thrusting in and out at a quick pace. 

She cried out in ecstasy as she finally felt herself become full. The pressure in her abdomen began to build again. Draco’s eyebrows were tightly knit as he focused his energy into each firm thrust of his hips. The sound of skin slapping seemed to echo through the dorm.

Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist as he slowed his pace, opting to tease her rather than chase his own climax. The feeling of him gently pushing into her made Y/N whine in frustration. She wanted to reach her high so badly, and Draco was making it difficult. She decided she wanted to cum, so she sneakily stretched her hand down to her clit. But it was promptly slapped away by the man on top of her.

“Don’t even think about it, little girl,” he growled. But he began to pick up his pace, making Y/N mewl delightfully as the pressure once again began to increase. It seemed like Draco was getting close as well, his thrusts were sloppy, and he was panting hard.

“Please, please, I’m so close, Draco,” she cried out.

“Me too, sweetheart, me too,” he said in between grunts of pleasure.

He felt her pussy grow tighter as it contracted around his dick. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Each thrust felt better than the last. Her hips met his, eagerly, over and over until finally, she felt herself tip over the edge yet again. Y/N saw stars as Draco pounded into her even faster as he chased his release. He drove his dick in and out of her pussy until he, too, met his climax, cumming into the condom while her walls twitched around him. 

Draco lets his body collapse on top of her, both of them breathing heavily as they came down from their highs. Slowly, he pulled himself out of her, hissing as he did. She whined at the loss of her feeling of fullness. He took off the condom, threw it into a nearby bin, and then lied down next to Y/N.

“That was incredible,” Y/N uttered quietly. Draco laughed when he saw the blissful look on her face. He rolled over so that his body was facing hers, and he pulled her towards him. She nestled her face into his chest. 

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. However, I do need to clear some things up,” Draco said while stroking her hair. She hummed against him.

“And what would that be?” she asked.

“Well, for starters, I’m gonna need you to tell Cedric you’ve changed your mind about your guys’ little date,” he said in a firm tone of voice. Y/N laughed into the crook of his neck. 

“I’m dead serious. If you don’t tell him, then I will. Don’t test me.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll tell Cedric I changed my mind. But does this mean we’re…”

“Official? Yes, it does. I thought I conveyed that when I told you you’re mine,” Draco said, reminding her of today’s previous events.

He felt her wiggle in his arms. “What’s got you so squirmy tonight? You haven’t sat still for even a moment,” he chuckled. She mumbled an answer.

“Didn’t quite catch that, love,” Draco teased.

“I said, you, you nitwit,” she whispered angrily. He laughed and placed a kiss on her head. It felt good to have her back in his arms. And this time, he wasn’t going to let her go.

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How to Build Apollo in DnD 5e

That’s right, today we’re tackling a herculean task by trying to build the golden boy of the Olympic Gods: Apollo. Now, obviously, we can’t build Apollo as an actual factual literal god, it would break the game and it would be preposterous. However, Apollo translates really nicely into DnD. He has many skills, multiple powers so that we don’t have to pad his spell list with crap, and he’s also shown off his fighting style across multiple myths and legends. Keep in mind that while I am using Apollo himself as our template, this is also a GREAT resource for if you want to play as a Demigod child of Apollo (such as Will Solace), a worshipper of Apollo, Apollo’s chosen champion, or if Zeus has condemned your godly gloriousness into the pimply awkward adolescent body of one Lester Papadopoulos. 

To start things off, we should examine Apollo’s many skills, abilities, and his MANY MANY MANY domains as a god.

Athletics - Apollo is the god of athleticism, though he shares this domain with Hermes. The original Olympic Games were held in his honor, young Greek boys held him up as the ideal of masculine physicality, and they still crowned winners with his sacred laurel wreath long after the games stopped being held for him.

Animal Handling - Before giving them to Hermes, Apollo was a pastoral god with a herd of cattle, and he also has horses that draw his solar chariot across the sky. There’s also art showing Apollo riding on the back of a swan, and he had a crow as his sacred messenger at least until he got angry and burned its feathers black.

History - Apollo’s been around a long time, and more importantly, he’s the second smartest and the second wisest of all the gods after only Athena herself. He invented mathematics, and two of his muse daughters embody history and astronomy, big staples of Ancient Greek scholarly rhetoric. A third daughter covers epic poetry which by modern standards would make her the muse of novels and plot-driven storytelling.

Intimidation - Diomedes carved a bloody canyon through the Trojan forces, but one threat from Apollo was all it took for him to scamper off with his tail between his legs.

Medicine - Apollo is the god of medicine, and as such, would be good at healing and checking for injuries.

Performance - This one’s a no-brainer, Apollo is the god of music, the father of the muses and the demigod Orpheus, and beat pan in a well-known musical battle.

Perception - Apollo is the god of prophecy, it’s hard to get the drop on a guy who may have seen your attack coming 30 years before you tried anything.

Persuasion - With the possible exception of Zeus and Aphrodite, Apollo is definitely a contender for the largest list of lovers by a single Olympian God. They had a terrible penchant for ending poorly, and he didn’t always pass his persuasion checks, but dang it if he didn’t try his hardest.

Religion - Apollo is a god. This is where I’d put any skill check for knowledge of Greek mythology, such as remembering myths, legends, heroes, demigods, the weaknesses of monsters, and mythological artifacts.

Now that we’ve covered Apollo’s skills that we should aim to provide him with, let’s examine his domains and abilities for appropriate spells, and figure out what spell lists he needs to be pulling from.

Magical Abilities

Archery/Athleticism

Divine Favor (Paladin, War Cleric) Heroism (Bard, Paladin, Battle Smith Artificer, Order Cleric, Peace Cleric) Hunter’s Mark (Ranger, Vengeance Paladin) Jump (Artificer, Druid, Ranger, Sorcerer, Wizard) Longstrider (Artificer, Bard, Druid, Ranger, Wizard) Zephyr Strike (Ranger) Cordon of Arrows (Ranger) Enhance Ability (Artificer, Bard, Cleric, Druid, Ranger, Sorcerer, Wizard, Glory Paladin) Conjure Barrage (Ranger) Crusader’s Mantle (Paladin) Flame Arrows (Artificer, Druid, Ranger, Sorcerer, Wizard) Haste (Artificer, Sorcerer, Wizard, Land Druid (Grassland), Glory Paladin, Vengeance Paladin) Lightning Arrow (Ranger) Skill Empowerment (Artificer, Bard, Sorcerer, Wizard) Conjure Volley (Ranger) Steel Wind Strike (Ranger, Wizard) Swift Quiver (Ranger)

Disease

Inflict Wounds (Cleric, Oathbreaker Paladin) Ray of Sickness (Sorcerer, Wizard, Death Cleric) Ray of Enfeeblement (Warlock, Wizard, Death Cleric, Grave Cleric) Vampiric Touch (Sorcerer, Warlock, Wizard, Death Cleric, Grave Cleric) Blight (Druid, Sorcerer, Warlock, Wizard, Death Cleric, Grave Cleric, Oathbreaker Paladin, Alchemist Artificer) Sickening Radiance (Sorcerer, Warlock, Wizard) Vitriolic Sphere (Sorcerer, Wizard) Contagion (Cleric, Druid, Oathbreaker Paladin, Undying Warlock) Harm (Cleric)

Fire

Create Bonfire (Artificer, Druid, Sorcerer, Warlock, Wizard) Firebolt (Artificer, Sorcerer, Wizard) Burning Hands (Sorcerer, Wizard, Light Cleric, Wildfire Druid, Fiend Warlock, Genie Warlock (Efreeti)) Hellish Rebuke (Warlock, Oathbreaker Paladin) Aganazzar’s Scorcher (Sorcerer, Wizard) Dragon’s Breath - Fire* (Sorcerer, Wizard) Flaming Sphere (Druid, Wizard, Alchemist Artificer, Light Cleric, Celestial Warlock) Heat Metal (Artificer, Bard, Druid, Forge Cleric) Scorching Ray (Sorcerer, Wizard, Artillerist Artificer, Light Cleric, Wildfire Druid, Fiend Warlock, Genie Warlock (Efreeti)) Fireball (Sorcerer, Wizard, Artillerist Artificer, Light Cleric, Fiend Warlock, Genie Warlock (Efreeti) Flame Stride (Artificer, Ranger, Sorcerer, Wizard) Fire Shield (Wizard, Wildfire Druid, Armorer Artificer, Battle Smith Artificer, Fiend Warlock, Genie Warlock (Efreeti)) Wall of Fire (Druid, Sorcerer, Wizard, Artillerist Artificer, Light Cleric, Forge Cleric, Celestial Warlock, Fiend Warlock) Flame Strike (Cleric, Wildfire Druid, Devotion Paladin, Glory Paladin, Celestial Warlock, Fiend Warlock, Genie Warlock (Efreeti)) Immolation (Sorcerer, Wizard) Investiture of Flame (Druid, Sorcerer, Warlock, Wizard) Delayed Blast Fireball (Sorcerer, Wizard) Firestorm (Cleric, Druid, Sorcerer) Incendiary Cloud (Sorcerer, Wizard)

Healing

Spare the Dying (Artificer, Cleric) Cure Wounds (Artificer, Bard, Cleric, Druid, Paladin, Ranger, Celestial Warlock) Healing Word (Bard, Cleric, Druid, Alchemist Artificer) Healing Spirit (Druid, Ranger) Lesser Restoration (Artificer, Bard, Cleric, Druid, Paladin, Ranger, Celestial Warlock) Prayer of Healing (Cleric) Aura of Vitality (Cleric, Druid, Paladin) Beacon of Hope (Cleric, Devotion Paladin) Mass Healing Word (Cleric, Alchemist Artificer) Greater Restoration (Artificer, Bard, Cleric, Druid, Celestial Warlock) Mass Cure Wounds (Bard, Cleric, Druid, Battle Smith Artificer) Heal (Cleric, Druid) Regenerate (Bard, Cleric, Druid) Mass Heal (Cleric) Power Word Heal (Bard, Cleric)

Light/Sun

Dancing Lights (Artificer, Bard, Sorcerer, Wizard) Light (Artificer, Bard, Cleric, Sorcerer, Wizard, Aasimar Race) Sacred Flame (Cleric) Faerie Fire (Artificer, Bard, Druid, Light Cleric, Twilight Cleric, Archfey Warlock) Guiding Bolt (Cleric, Glory Paladin, Celestial Warlock) Branding Smite (Paladin, Battle Smith Artificer, Hexblade Warlock) Blinding Smite (Paladin) Daylight (Cleric, Druid, Paladin, Ranger, Sorcerer, Celestial Warlock) Dawn (Cleric, Wizard) Destructive Wave (Paladin) Holy Weapon (Cleric, Paladin) Wall of Light (Sorcerer, Warlock, Wizard) Sunbeam (Cleric, Druid, Sorcerer, Wizard) Crown of Stars (Sorcerer, Warlock, Wizard) Holy Aura (Cleric) Sunburst (Cleric, Druid, Sorcerer, Wizard)

Music, Sound, Etc.

Vicious Mockery (Bard) Word of Radiance (Cleric) Thunderwave (Bard, Druid, Sorcerer, Wizard, Armorer Artificer, Artillerist Artificer, Tempest Cleric, Fathomless Warlock, Genie Warlock (Djinni)) Knock (Bard, Sorcerer, Wizard) Shatter (Bard, Sorcerer, Warlock, Wizard, Armorer Artificer, Artillerist Artificer, Tempest Cleric) Thunder Step (Sorcerer, Warlock, Wizard) Divine Word (Cleric) Power Word Pain (Sorcerer, Warlock, Wizard) Power Word Stun (Bard, Sorcerer, Warlock, Wizard) Power Word Kill (Bard, Sorcerer, Warlock, Wizard)

Prophecy/Divination

Guidance (Artificer, Cleric, Druid) Detect Magic (Artificer, Bard, Cleric, Druid, Paladin, Ranger, Sorcerer, Wizard) Identify (Artificer, Bard, Wizard, Knowledge Cleric, Forge Cleric) Augury (Cleric, Druid, Wizard, Open Sea Paladin) Find Traps (Cleric, Druid, Ranger) Locate Animals or Plants (Bard, Druid, Ranger) Locate Object (Bard, Cleric, Druid, Paladin, Ranger, Wizard) Clairvoyance (Bard, Cleric, Sorcerer, Wizard, Great Old One Warlock) Divination (Cleric, Druid, Wizard) Commune (Cleric, Glory Paladin) Legend Lore (Bard, Cleric, Wizard, Undying Warlock) Contingency (Wizard) True Seeing (Bard, Cleric, Sorcerer, Warlock, Wizard) Foresight (Bard, Druid, Warlock, Wizard)

SPELL DISTRIBUTION

In order to determine the best way to play Apollo, I’m going to showcase how many spells they get from each group, and add on additional spells based on class features, subclass spell lists, et cetera. The ultimate goal is to try and find a balance between as many of Apollo’s spells as possible.

Bard: (4,0,1,7,3,6,8) 29 + Magical Secrets (6-8): 35-37 Cleric: (1,3,2,14,9,2,10 ) 41 + Light (6): 47, Death (4): 45, Grave (3): 44 Paladin: (3,0,0,3,5,0,2) 13 + Devotion (2): 15, Glory (5): 18, Vengeance (2): 15 Ranger: (11,0,1,3,1,0,4) 20 Sorcerer: (5,5,14,0,5,3) 32 + Divine Soul (32) 64 Warlock: (0,4,3,0,2,5,2) 16 + Celestial (8): 24 Wizard (7,6,15,0,7,7,10) 52 + Theurgy (26): 78

RACES, BACKGROUND, AND ALIGNMENT

Racial Options

As an Olympian, Aasimar is a good fit for Apollo. He gains a resistance to Radiant and Necrotic damage, healing hands, and the light cantrip. Since Apollo doesn’t fly around on his own, the best choice for Apollo would the Scourge Aasimar.

Another good choice would be Variant Human. Give Apollo +1 DEX, +1 Casting Stat, take Athletics, Performance, or Perception for your skill of choice, and give him the Alert feat so he can never be surprised or Fighting Initiate to give Apollo the Archery Fighting Style if you’re not planning on giving him any Fighter levels.

Viable Backgrounds

Acolyte (Insight, Religion) Athlete (Acrobatics, Athletics) Entertainer (Acrobatics, Performance) Noble (History, Persuasion) Custom Background: Olympic Athlete (Athletics, Performance)

CLASSES, SUBCLASSES, AND BUILD OPTIONS

BARD

In terms of raw flavor, Bard is probably the best choice for Apollo, as being the god of music and poetry, as well as his numerous romantic entanglements, fits the image of the classic DnD bard. The Bard’s magical secrets also ensures that any non-Bard spell you really want can still be collected. While Bard doesn’t have the highest count of compatible spells, Bard has a nice, even distribution of Apollo’s abilities, with a little bit of almost everything. Casting with Charisma is also very on-brand for Apollo’s general depiction in media. The bard’s ability to steal any spell also means that it can exploit the Paladin and Ranger spell list specifically and swipe their high-level spells much closer to the bard’s early-to-mid level.

LORE

The Lore Bard specializes in learning and recounting tales of myths and legends, collecting information and gossip, and sharing insights to those who seek it. A rather fitting choice for the master of the Oracle of Delphi and the father of the muses. The added magical secrets is also a great choice to give Apollo more versatility in his magical abilities. The Lore bard also expands its skill list, which is fitting for the overly talented god of music.

VALOR

The bard of the Battlefield, the added focus on melee combat means that this build option is a good fit for not neglecting Apollo’s mastery of archery as a major component of combat without needing to take levels of fighter.

CLERIC

A very good contender for the build, Cleric is the only class out of all of the options that got at least 1 spell in all 8 categories. As Apollo is the god of healing and medicine, Cleric provides the biggest selection of healing spells, as well as the most radiant damage. Clerics have good Hit Die, and with enough Constitution can withstand damage long enough to aid and heal themselves and others. They get access to plenty of divination spells to call upon the help of the gods and the forces of luck and fate at play in the universe to guide them. On the character level, Apollo does seem like the sort of god that would worship himself.

LIGHT

Far and away Apollo’s best choice for building him as a Cleric, Light gives Apollo access to more fire spells to fit his solar theme, and the ability warding flare is rather fitting for the god of light to use.

RANGER

If Apollo didn’t have so many other abilities, Ranger might have been a great choice for him. If you want to fixate entirely on his role as an archer and a hunter god, then by all means, Ranger is a fitting choice for Apollo in that respect. But when taking the whole of his mythos into consideration, it leaves too much on the cutting room floor, and the only real reason I’d consider giving him Ranger levels is that Hunter’s Mark helps encourage him to use his archery skills more.

SORCERER

Honestly, this one might have had a chance if not for Sorcerer’s abysmally small spells known. Thanks to a lack of subclass spells and having to stretch 15 spells across 9 spell levels, the Sorcerer walks away with the smallest spell list of ALL the primary casting classes. It doesn’t matter that Divine Soul Sorcerer gives Apollo access to a wide variety of spells because his miniscule spell book means that he can’t flex that variety whatsoever.

DIVINE SOUL

I wouldn’t advise building Apollo as a sorcerer, but if you’re set on Sorcerer, the Divine Soul is the best possible origin for Apollo, as it gives him access to radiant, fire, divination, healing, and ‘disease’ spells.

WARLOCK

Warlock is a surprisingly decent pick, especially if you’re playing a mortal that obeys Apollo, or even if you’re as Apollo himself swearing fealty to Zeus, Helios, or some other celestial entity. By making Apollo’s pact boon the Pact of the Blade, Apollo can make his pact weapon a bow and arrow, and unlike the Paladin smites, the Warlock can Eldritch Smite with their bow.

CELESTIAL

Like Ranger, the Warlock prioritizes Apollo’s skill with a bow over a lot of flashy magic, but unlike the Ranger, by following the Celestial patron, Apollo gets a rather decent assortment of radiant spells and healing spells. It can’t compare to the shere volume of the full casters, but it certainly works in Apollo’s favor.

WIZARD

Due largely to the Wizard’s massive spell list, it’s not surprising that Apollo actually has an impressive variety of spell options that work for a Wizard build. Lore wise, Apollo as a wizard makes some sense, as Apollo is considered to be clever and wise, even if he is not the single smartest god on Olympus. However, that wide range of magical power comes with two shortcomings: Wizards can’t learn healing spells, and it abandons his archery skills by the side of the road.

BLADESINGER

While the bladesinger does seem to favor melee combat, nothing says that you couldn’t multiclass a little with Fighter or Ranger to give Apollo Archery fighting style and prioritize Apollo’s bow as a bladesinger. Everything else works rather nicely, giving Apollo additional speed, AC, magical power, striking power, and attacks. If you’re hellbent on Apollo being a Wizard, but you still want to give him the melee option, the Bladesinger is the best option to do this with.

DIVINATION

Probably the wizard subclass everyone would assume for Apollo, Divination is one of Apollo’s primary gimmicks, and the portents of the Divination Wizard are ridiculously overpowered. It’s amazing, and the kind of game-breakingly good skills you’d expect when fighting the god of prophecies.

THEURGY

Although technically UA and no longer valid, if your DM will permit the Theurgy Wizard, this is the only way to play Apollo as both a Wizard, and as a god of healing and medicine. Furthermore, Apollo can straight up steal domain features from the cleric domain he chooses, and unlike the Cleric where the choice of Light is obvious, the Theurgy Apollo has a little more wiggle room, since he already gets access to most of the spells we chose Light for. As such, Apollo could choose Life to supercharge his healing, Grave to keep people from dying, or even War to be better adept at fighting with a bow. The choice is really yours and how you feel Apollo works best as a build.

BUILDING APOLLO AS: A VALOR BARD

Race: Scourge Aasimar (+2 CHA, +1 CON) Background: Entertainer (Acrobatics Athletics, Performance) Class: Fighter (1), College of Valor Bard (19) Skills: Animal Handling, Medicine, Perception, Survival Alignment: Chaotic Good

Fighting Style: Archery Number of Attacks: 2 Damage Resistances: Necrotic, Radiant Instrument Proficiency: Lyre

STATS STR 10 DEX 20 CON 14 INT 8 WIS 10 CHA 20

Skill Expertise (4): Athletics Medicine Perception Performance

Bardic Magical Secrets (6): 4 Divination 5 Swift Quiver 5 Contingency 6 Sunbeam 8 Sunburst 9 Mass Heal

Apollo’s Spell List

C Dancing Lights, Light, Mending, Message, Vicious Mockery 1 Cure Wounds, Detect Magic, Hunter’s Mark, Faerie Fire, Thunderwave 2 Lesser Restoration, Locate Object, Shatter 3 Clairvoyance, Mass Healing Word  4 Locate Creature 5 Greater Restoration, Mass Cure Wounds  6 True Seeing 7 Regenerate 8 Power Word: Stun 9 Foresight

BUILDING APOLLO AS: A LIGHT CLERIC

Race: Variant Human (+1 Wis, +1 CON) Background: Entertainer (Acrobatics Athletics, Performance) Class: Ranger (2), Light Domain Cleric (18) Skills: Animal Handling, Medicine, Perception, Survival Alignment: Chaotic Good

Fighting Style: Archery Feats: Alert

STATS STR 8 DEX 16 CON 18 INT 8 WIS 20 CHA 10

Domain Spells:

1 Burning Hands, Faerie Fire 2 Flaming Sphere, Scorching Ray 3 Daylight, Fireball 4 Guardian of Faith, Wall of Fire 5 Flame Strike, Scrying

Apollo’s Spell Book

C Light, Sacred Flame, Spare the Dying, Thaumaturgy, Word of Radiance 1 Cure Wounds, Detect Magic, Guiding Bolt, Hunter’s Mark, Inflict wounds 2 Augury, Lesser Restoration, Locate Object 3 Aura of Vitality, Clairvoyance, Revivify 4 Aura of Life, Divination, Locate Creature 5 Contagion, Dawn, Greater Restoration, Mass Cure Wounds 6 Harm, Heal, Sunbeam 7 Fire Storm, Regenerate 8 Sunburst 9 Mass Heal

I won’t go through the process of building the Warlock or the Wizard, as I only decided to build the two I felt had the strongest case, but I think Apollo came out fairly well considering the monumental task of cramming so many skills and abilities into a single playable character without cheating. Apollo is certainly a tricky god to build, but one that I feel came out pretty well.