#drawing tis made me so happy. i keep looking at it and laughing

[tojigasm]

SAM PLS FEED US MORE JAKE ANGST💘

I was a little evil with this one, I admit 👩‍💻

Sometimes it's still vivid in his memory. How cold it was that day, the ash, and harbored screams. He could remember how hard it was to breathe through the thick chunks of grey that littered the forest and how raw his hands and wrists felt. Had Pandora ever had a cold day? He can't recall.

Neytiri doesn't come to him in times like this. Where he sits by the stacked forest flowers and pretty stones that you'd collected. She knows na'vi and human grief is settled differently in some, Jake is one of them.

You're still there, in his memory. He can make out your pretty smile and hair, the shape of your lips when you talk – though he can't hear your voice. He'd forgotten the sound of it some time ago.

In the past several days he finds your face foggy, clouded by blurs and features he can't quite make out in the midst of his memory.

Hes terrified of losing you again.

He still remembers how you were laughing and smiling right before the troops showed up and how quickly that changed everything.

The two of you had gotten separated when Eytukan and Mo'at had tied he and Grace up. Forced to watch you and Neytiri run into the forest in pure horror of your mate.

And he still remembers the way Neytiri looked at him in fear when he'd found her. Asking where you were.

You were so cold in his arms, a bloodied wound sunken deep into your side, your skin turned a shade of purple almost. You had died alone and cold and afraid. Without your mates and anyone to soothe you.

Jake doesn't think he's ever cried harder than when he lost you. He and Neytiri had sat with your body for hours, hoping maybe it was a shock spell and you'd wake up and he could get you to Norm and the healers.

You didn't wake up.

He hasn't seen you in the spirit of Eywa. The thought of seeing you so close and so far away might ruin him. Though he knows you must miss him, especially when all who visits is Neytiri.

So it's on a whim, when Neytiri and the kids have gone to sleep that he goes to the spirit tree. Stroking his hands over the delicate branches and letting himself bask in the gentle air.

When he does connect, he sees you. Not the foggy memory he's made, but you.

He recognizes this memory. The sounds of the creak and the cooes of animals in the forest. It was the day you'd found out you were pregnant.

Your giggles are what draw him in, pulling him to kneel beside your seated form.

"Jake!" You squeal when you notice him, wrapping your arms around him, "Where have you been? I have something exciting to tell you!"

Jake tears at that, stroking a hand down your soft back, "m'sorry, kid. I've been busy." He pulls away to cup your cheeks in his hands.

"Oh... well that's okay," you're back to smiling, holding your small hands over his large ones, "why're you crying?"

Jake shakes his head for you to continue and you do, but not with out the signature eyebrow raise you'd give him whenever you'd think something was off.

It makes him chuckle momentarily, softening in the warmth of you, "you gonna tell me what's so exciting or am I gonna have to wait ti'll I'm fifty?" He jokes and you giggle, pulling one of his hands off of your cheek to rest on your tummy.

"M'pregnant." You look up at him so excitedly he feels his throat hitch with a sob. You were so happy and you had it ripped away from you only a few days after.

"you are?" He struggles and he knows you can tell. He blinks hot tears that roll over his striped cheeks and his hand shakes beneath yours.

"Are you okay–"

He cuts you off by pulling you into his arms, holding your heart over his own to hear it beat once more. Settling to keep you as close as he can before he has to leave. He feels you relax under him, pressing kisses to his skin.

Jake holds you like that for a while longer before pulling away and looking you over. Stroking his hands over your cheeks, he kisses the top of your head.

"Be good while m'gone, m'kay?" He keeps his hand on your chin and you nod with that pretty little smile. And he can't help but kiss you once more, whispering "that's my sweet girl." before he's disconnected from you and left in the cool forest again.

He doesn't go back to the tree of Eywa for a while after that and he doesn't tell Neytiri. Though a part of him thinks she knows. Knows in the way she's more gentle with him, she's more relaxed about pushing him to go see you.

He settles on your memory again, thinking of you in small moments and letting the soft memory of your lips settle him.

And it's not until Jake and Neytiri pack and leave for the Metkayina that he wonders if he'll see you again and when a sinking feeling settles into his stomach it's that he realizes he probably won't.

[chibipeachu]

Beauty & The Shadow Man | Aleksander M.

A/n: Happy holidays! I've been working on this for a bit now, so i do hope you all enjoy reading as much as i've loved writing this!! Please send feedback! Wc: 9.6k (semi proofread) Warnings: Blood, cursing Pairings: aleksander morozova x fem!reader

“Once upon a time, there was a rich merchant, a brave and kind man, who after losing his beloved wife, lived on for the good of his six children.” The storyteller flipped the page. “Three boys, three girls, who filled the house with laughter and chatter.” 

Giggles coming from four children, laid across from the maiden. “Sounds a lot like you four!” She joked before going back to the page.

“The man had a fleet of three ships, the siren, triton, and the largest, leviathan.” The children scoot upwards to look at the drawings of the boats. 

“They were stuffed with the finest wares in the land, from jewels, to fabrics and mead. One evening while on their way back to port, a violent storm had appeared. Lighting tore their sails, snapped their masts, the bottom of the ocean sparkled with the jewels and golds that were swallowed up forever.” The children frowned.

“Gone within the month, the merchant and his children were forced to leave their home.” She flipped the page once again.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

You rolled your eyes as you listened to your siblings complain about moving to the countryside and having to give up their best valuables. 

Your shoes quietly clacked on the wood as you made your way towards the statue of your mother, your father had made after her death. You sighed as you knelt down and placed flowers in front of the statue. 

“There mother, we have to start a new life...” You sighed as you stared at the statue. “There you are y/n.” You turned to face your father who smiled sadly at you and the statue. “Would she have liked the countryside?” You asked, hugging your father as you both admired her one last time. “She would’ve loved it..” He kissed the top of your head. 

“Then, I'm sure I'll love it too!” You smiled as he guided you both towards the carriages filled with the belongings you were able to keep. 

It was hard to get used to the countryside for a few weeks before you fell into a routine. You tied an apron around your waist before walking up the stairs to your older sister’s bedroom and began knocking. “Get up you two, it’s your turn to help in the garden!” You kept knocking.

“Marie has fallen ill, we’ll take our breakfast in bed..” Anne, the oldest, said, opening the door, her skin dewy with sweat. “Absolutely not, you two are going to help in the garden!” You scoffed and marched in.

Marie laughed and fanned herself. “I’d rather die..” You rolled your eyes and dragged her upwards into a sitting motion. 

“Too bad, I'll come back if you both aren’t down in two minutes.” You threatened, walking into the garden, you walked over to the laundry line and hung the wet clothing. 

“Defeated, pierced by arrows, the young man left the battle, taking refuge in the forest.” You glanced up and smiled as your brother, Thomas, sat in the empty carriage seat, writing a story in his notebook.  

“How’s it going?” You motioned for his notebook, he sighs and tosses it to the side. “Horrible, too realistic.” He scoffed, making you smile as he walked over and helped pin the clothes to the line.

You both turned as your father cheered from his horse, riding up to the cottage with a wide smile. You both walked over towards him.

“Gather everyone, I have some news!” He cheered. 

- - - - - - - - - - - -

“They were happy to see me at the shipping offices, Dumont was charming, his eldest daughter married a count!” He updated, looking at his two oldest daughters.

“It could’ve been me!” Marie sighed. “But the big news is, the mermaid, which was your mother’s favorite ship, has been found!” You looked shocked at his new, leaning forward to hear properly. 

“She was drifting off the coast, and brought back into port.” Your father announced, 

“And the goods onboard?” Your brother questioned, “Intact!” Your siblings cheered, knowing they could return to their typical uppity lives.

“Children, I think we’re saved!” he chuckled as they cheered, not noticing your somber attitude. “Lets go pack our bags! No, we could burn them out here!” Anne clapped, happily.

“I feel tingling, I'm alive again father!” Marie ran over and kissed your father’s cheek.

“We can’t go back into town in this statute, you need to visit the shops, we need to make a list!” Anne squealed as she and Marie ran for parchment. 

“You can come to town with me, show off my successor to dumont!” Your father told Henry, the oldest. 

“I won’t let you down!” They both smiled. “At last, the young man's enemies were defeated, the young man returned triumphant, cheered on by his people!” Your family all smiled at thomas’ ending.

You quickly walked outside to tend to the garden while your sister’s wrote down a list.

Your father noticed as you walked away. He quickly followed and sighed as he watched you quietly pick the vegetables. “What’s the matter with you, are you sulking?” He asked, watching as you dug up a pumpkin. You stood up and faced your father.

“Clearly, if a girl is sad, she sulks, if a girl is happy, she’s mad!” You ranted to your father, placing the pumpkin in his arms and you collected the fruits. 

“Well what do you want us to believe, everyone but you is happy.” He sets down the pumpkin before squatting down next to you.

“I’d like to stay here longer. I like the countryside; it’s peaceful, no judgment.” You sighed. 

“We came to this house to bury our sorrows, our lives aren’t meant to be here..” 

“We both know what will happen, Henry will go back to the thugs he calls his friends, Marie and Anne will go out every evening to find husbands and you’ll be tied to your work again..” You sighed, standing up.

“Y/n, one of these days we’ll go our separate ways, even you will grow up and want to move away.” Your father explained.

Before anymore could be said, your sisters interrupted with the paper.

“Don’t forget a thing, Marie can’t bare it!” Anne sighed, swatting flies away. Your father nods before turning to you. “And what do you want?” He questioned, you sighed and glanced over the garden before deciding. “A rose, I can’t seem to grow any here, no matter how hard I try too!” He nods at your request.

“Very well, I shall return with the items.” Your father walked towards his horse where Henry stood, waiting for him.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

“The men arrived at the port to find problems with their wealth; the father has signed the riches over to pay off the family’s debt.” The children gasped.

“Oh no!” The little girl sighed.

“The father had stopped his son from lashing out on the innocent dumont, the eldest stormed off in a fit of rage, leaving the father to follow after him; while searching the father had stumbled into one of the past suitors who pinned after the youngest hand in marriage.”

“Orion Kingsley, highly respected for his time in the war, though now he was considered amongst the town's thugs.” The children’s interest peaked as the illustration showed the man. 

“Is he gonna take his daughter away?” The youngest gasped at the thought. “Well, we’re still in the beginning so who knows.” The storyteller shrugged.

“He questioned the father about his youngest and offered to take her off his hands for a hefty amount but the father refused and continued to try and find his son.”

“After hours of searching, the father left defeated. He let his horse trot to the cottage while he had dozed off for a bit; Somehow while he slept the horse had taken a wrong turn and the pair ended up in front of an abandoned palace.” The storyteller laughed as the children tucked themselves under their blankets tighter.

“The doors eerily opened up by themselves. The father walked in cautiously, he made his way to a dining hall, on the table laid a lavish dinner of all sorts of food, the candles lit up showing the table covered in goods, the man quickly dug in, starved from the ride.” 

“Once the man had finished his dinner, he noticed a corner of the room had lit up, it was a huge chest, he opened and to his surprise it had all the things he needed from the list, minus the rose. The father took the items and made his way out of the palace but stopped as he spotted roses leading to a garden, he quickly walked over and plucked one from the ground, and BOOM!” The storyteller slammed the book, scaring the children.

“A giant soldier jumped in front of the man, the father scrambled, as he went to run away he bumped into a dark figure that towered over him.”

“He yelled at man for being selfish, for the man's punishment he was to return before morning and stay there till his death; A life for a rose..”

The kids gasped.

“If you do not return to me by sunrise, I will go after your family, one by one and I will save your youngest for last, since she is most dear to you! The beast threatened the man..” The storyteller showed the drawings of the man cowering under the beast.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

“A story of a beast and a rose? It doesn’t make sense.” Thomas questioned. “How do you explain that? It’s real isn’t it!” Your father motioned over to the chest with everything.

“It’s all our fault! It’s all our fault-!” Marie repeated, Anne smacked her arm. “We’re not the ones who asked for a rose.” Anne motioned towards your frozen state, beside your father.

“It’s no one's fault!” Henry argued back. “Enough! I have no idea who that beast is but I know I must return to the palace in a few hours..”  Your father sighed, staring at the rose on the table. 

“What will he do to you?” The youngest son, Flynn asked. “I have no idea, he said a life for a rose..” You didn’t need to look up to feel your siblings stare, silently blaming you.

“And if you don’t return?” You questioned. “It’s over for all of us…” You all stared at the rose on the table, not knowing what to do next.

The next day had arrived, all of your siblings stayed up to see your father off for the last time, you sulked in your room.

A knock brought you out of your thoughts, in walked your father. “Y/n..” He started, “I know what they all are thinking..” You stared out your small window. 

“What do you mean?” Your father asked. “Mother died, giving birth to me..” You turned to face your father. “I won’t let them blame me for yours too!” Before your father could realize your words you quickly ran out of your room, locking him inside by placing a chair against the knob.

“Y/n! Let me out, Y/N!” Your father called out, Henry looked between you and your siblings who rushed upstairs to let your father out. 

He hesitated, not knowing where to run after. You grabbed your coat that hung up by the door. “Don’t forget me!” You called out before running to take your father’s horse. 

As you rode off, you heard your father call out for you but got stopped by your brothers. 

- - - - - - - - - - - -

As you approached the woods, you leaned down to the horse. “A life for a rose.” You watched as the horse's pupils dilated before taking off into the forest. 

You tried to shield yourself as he passed through sharp branches, you had managed to gain scratches on your arms. After a bumpy ride you had finally arrived at the abandoned palace your father had stumbled onto.

You hopped off the horse and walked to find the entrance of the palace, while exploring you took note of the amount of overgrown vines there were covering the building and a statue in the fountain. As you walked up the steps leading to the doors.

The big doors opened in front of you. You hesitated before walking in, the doors shut making you jump before looking around.

You followed the vines that lead up to stairs, on the top of the stairs was a door that had a bridge leading to a room, you walked into the room and looked around, the ceiling was covered in rose vines, the four bed posts were covered as well. 

You looked to your left and saw a pond of water in a cove looking area. 

“A life for a rose..” A voice spoke out of nowhere, making you look around for the source. 

After failing to do so you walked over to the bed that had a fur blanket on top, you ran your hand through the fur. You looked up and stood shocked, a lavender dress with swirls embroidered into the fabric. You reached your hand out to touch it but pulled your hand back.

You avoid looking at your scratched up hand, you sighed before turning to the water and walked over. 

Swirls appeared in the water, you leaned closer and dipped your hand into the water, within moments, you pulled your hands out to see them healed, no traces of scratches. 

- - - - - - - - - - - -

“The girl was ready to die with the first strike of the bell, as she looked around the beasts palace, a noise echoed through her body; Her heartbeat.” The drawing in the book showed a girl in the middle of a ballroom of sorts, in a lavender dress with jewels across her neck.

The second drawing showed the girl lifting a curtain, behind her stood a beast in the shadow on the fabric.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

You quietly walked into the dining hall and looked around for anyone and held your breath as you heard footsteps behind you.

“My name is y/n, i’ve come to exchange my life rather  than my father’s..” You explained to whoever stood behind you. “Seat yourself.” The gruff voice spoke.

You noticed two chairs, one on each end of the table. You walked to the chair near the fireplace and sat down, not looking up to your now captor.

He walked behind your chair and spoke, “Eat, when you have regained your strength, you will be able to walk wherever you want on my domain; but when night has fallen I forbid you to leave the palace,” He told you, leaning in as you picked up a sliced potato.

“If I must die, let it be now.” Your eyes watered up. “You’re braver than your father; Each evening at seven bells precisely, you must be here, do not think of escaping. The forest will close in on you.” You agreed, shakily.

As you listened to his terms, you looked towards the silverware gasped, a scared and bruised hand was next to your plate. You turned to look at him but he was nowhere to be seen, scared you ran back to the room for the night. 

- - - - - - - - - - - -

“Shall I stop?” The storyteller questioned, looking over at the children. 

“No!” 

“We need to hear what happened next!”

“I can’t possibly go to bed now, she barely met the beast!”

“Read more please, it’s sad she’s all alone, poor girl.” The storyteller chuckled. “It’s true she was all alone now; As she walked up the stairway, the girl understood for the first time, she was spending the night away from her family and home. What she did not know was that, living in the palace, the beast had servants living in the palace, she didn’t know but they were going to be very helpful.” The kids perked up.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

You sighed as you walked into your bedroom and placed the candle by your bedside and laid down on the bed, it was surprisingly soft and comfortable, it hadn’t taken much time before you fell asleep.

You woke up in your dream, you watched as two girls stared at themselves in a mirror and laughed as a group of hunters returned.

“They’re back!” One cheered. “Shouting, excited and dirty.” The other sighed, you watched as the pair walked over to the men.

You watched as one of the girls smiled and ran towards her husband and kissed him, his friends quickly approached and grabbed him from her. 

“Take your dirty hands off her!”

“Woah!” 

“Ah yes my friend, no stag, no prize for you!” One of them chuckled. The man's wife scoffed, “Are you still after that stag?” The man nodded at his wife. “I’ve hunted it for years, but I know I'm near, luda.” She sighed. “What better trophy, after you?” He grins at the woman.

“He plans on using the cut on the stag.” Luda’s eyes widened at the news. “Ay! I’m thirsty, let's get a drink!” The man’s wife sighed before following the group.

You watched as the room around you changed, it was the room you were staying in but without the rose vines everywhere.

You watched as luda got her hair brushed by a servant. “I mean, he could’ve come back and spent some time with me. I’ve had it.” She sighed, you looked over as the doors opened up. The man from earlier walked in, nodding as the servant excused herself and left the room.

He walked up behind the woman and kissed up her neck, she sighed and turned to look at her husband.

“You smell of game...” He pulled away and stared down at the woman, he picked her up and carried her to the bed and placed her down before kissing her once more.

“My love, I have something to ask of you..” You watched as he sat up to listen to his wife. “I want you to stop hunting that beast.” He paused before sighing.

“What for?” He questioned. 

“I’ve had enough, I've been lonely while you’ve gone hunting..here, without you..” She played with the kefta he wore.

“Agreed, but on one condition.” She nods at his words. “Give me a child of our own.” She smiled softly at him. 

- - - - - - - - - - - -

You woke up, as you went to wipe your eyes of sleep; you jumped at the sight of a scarred man by your bed, you did a double take but by the second glance he was gone. 

You quickly sat up and looked around the room, a new dress sat in the corner. A turquoise dress with a gold belt. You slowly rose out of your bed and walked over to examine it.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

“The girl waited for hours in her room before leaving. She feared seeing the beast jump out from the shadows. But her curiosity was far more stronger than her fear. She wanted to explore the grounds that she is now bound too.” The kids listened as the storyteller flipped the page, only a few yawning before shaking themselves awake.

“A deer had caught her attention, it stopped and stared back at her, almost as if it wanted her to follow, luckily she did so, the deer guided her to a secluded garden, a stone statue in the middle of it all. She walked closer and brushed away the rose petals that had fallen on to the statue’s face.” The storyteller flipped the page to continue.

“To the girl's surprise, it was the same woman as she had seen in her dream, “luda” as the people called her.” The kids gasped.

“The girl froze up as you noticed the facial features were the same. “Luda?” she called out, stood back and stared as if luda rose from the stone; Some years or centuries even, another woman had lived, loved and died in the cursed palace.” 

“Why me? Why do you haunt my dreams?” The girl asked, shaking at her discovery. Without a second thought the girl ran back to her room and waited til dinner with her mysterious jailer.”

- - - - - - - - - - - -

“You’re late!” You sighed and sat down in the chair, staring at your hands. 

“Do you like your new dress?” He asked, pacing behind her chair. “Never come into that room again.” You said coldly, he scoffed. 

“May I remind you who makes the rules here?” He said, walking to the chair across the table and sat with his back to you.

“You watched me sleep!” You scoffed at him. “Enough, eat.” He commanded. 

“You’re not eating?” You questioned, picking up your fork. “I said to eat.” He sighed.

 “May I speak or am I suppose to eat in silence like a child?” You inquired. “That’s what you are, an arrogant child.” He remarked. “A child that you watched sleep.” You said before taking a bite of your food.

“You talk too much!” He hissed.

“I know it pleases you, that I'm filling the emptiness..” You smirked into your cup. He scoffs. 

“I do have a question though...whose place is this?” He sighed. “Everything here belongs to me.” 

You both went back and forth. “Resist me all you want, but you will be mine!” He stated before storming out of the dinning hall. You rolled your eyes at him.

After dinner you made your way to your bedroom, you jumped as a figure stood in your room, a woman with ginger hair.

“Who are you?” you asked, slightly confused. “Um, you aren’t suppose to be back early...i’m genya i’m a servant to your kidnapper..” She introduces herself to you, holding something behind her back. 

“How do I know you're not lying to me?” You question, ready to throw the candle if need be. “Uh, you traded places with your father!” She said, holding her hands up to show she was innocent and didn’t mean any harm.

“I just came by to leave you this, I saw on your father’s list he had perfume.” She handed you a tiny bottle of perfume, you looked at the bottle and shook your head and handed it back. “My sister’s requested that, i only asked for a rose but you see how that ended..” You awkwardly chuckled before walking to your bed and sat down.

“Is there anything you’d like to keep you entertained, trust me i know how boring it gets here..” You both chuckled. “I like reading, if that helps..” Genya nodded at the information you had given her. 

“I should probably let you rest now, but i’ll keep that in mind..” You nodded and waved as genya walked out of your room.

Once she was gone, you got undressed and slept in your underclothing.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

You looked around and quickly realized, you were in another dream, you looked around to see a ball room filled with people. You watched as luda reached out for the man’s hand.

“My friends, today is a great day, the palace will finally have an heir.” You watched as the people around you clapped at the news. The music started to play, luda and her husband both started to dance around the ballroom. 

“What are you thinking of?” Luda questioned.

“The first time we met, by the river.” He smiled. “You were by the edge, undressing.” Luda snickered as her husband got flustered. “You were about to drown.” He quipped back. “I swim better than you!” She teased, you watched as the pair smoothly continued.

“And if we went back to our room?” He smirked, luda sighed. “Don’t forget your promise.” “Which one?” She gave him a stern look.

“The stag, aleksander.” You perked up, finally knowing the husband’s name.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

Once you had woken up you got dressed in a new gown, today it was a dark blue, with long sleeves. Once dressed, you noticed a book on the vanity. You walked over and picked it up.

It had a piece of parchment on the front.

‘Thought you’d like to read, one of David's favorites.’ 

(David is another servant to him..) - Genya 

You smiled down at the note and looked through the book and took it with you outside.

After a few hours of reading on the steps, you got up and looked around the palace some more. 

You smiled as you saw red hair hide away as you turned a corner, you walked closer and tapped Genya's shoulder.

“Thank you for the book! I love it so far!” Genya smiled at you. “I’m glad, sadly the books are the only escape for those of us trapped here..” You nodded as you both walked up more steps, your attention was directed to a group of others laughing as they cooked or messed about. 

“How many are trapped here?” You asked, genya sighed. “Several, stuck here to deal with his temper..” She motions for your kidnapper.

“But ignore that, most of us are used to his temper, we actually were excited when we heard a lady had entered the palace.” She gently bumps your elbows together.

“Well if he chooses to keep me alive, i’ll gladly spend time with you all here, seems peaceful away from him.” You both chuckled.

 - - - - - - - - - - - -

For once you were earlier than him to the dining hall, you sat quietly sipping on porridge. 

As the bell rang out you heard rushed footsteps into the room. You kept your eyes low and watched as the bottom of his coat trailed behind him; He walked over and stood behind your chair. “I’d like to apologize for myself last night, You were right...you do fill an immense emptiness..Do you like my gifts?” He asked, raising a hand towards you.

He sighed when you didn’t respond. “Why don’t you answer me?” He questions.

“I miss my family..” You answered. He scoffs before moving towards his turned chair.

“Forget them! They’re gone, you live with me now” He stopped, besides your chair. 

“It may be helpful for you to turn your back on the past but I can’t.” 

“What do you know about me?” He waited before answering. “Nothing!” “Nothing, you’re right..” You sighed, placing down your spoon.

“I’ll make you a deal, a few hours with my family..” You trailed off. 

“And for what?” He questioned. You stared at your feet. “A dance; in exchange you let me see them..” You proposed, thinking back to your dream.

He sighed. “You’re treating me like a beggar.” 

“I can lead if you’re afraid.” You offered, he scoffed and with a wave of his scarred hand, your eyes were covered by darkness.

Being somewhat of a gentleman, he guided you to the abandoned ballroom and walked you both to the middle before letting go of your hands.

You did a slight curtsy and held up your hand. Unbeknown to you he bowed back before taking your soft palm in his and placed the other on your waist.

You prayed to the saints you wouldn’t step on his feet or your dress, saints know how embarrassed you’d be. 

You quietly moved your other hand up to place it on his chest, perfectly aligned to his heart. 

The two of you waltzed around the ballroom, your gown brushing away stray leaves on the floor. You leaned in closer to him. “You lead.” Without a beat he started dancing with you once more.

 - - - - - - - - - - - -

“The girl felt as if she had stepped back into the dream as they waltzed around.” The kids smiled and got closer as the page showed an illustration of a pair dancing and with the girl blindfolded with some kind of shadow thing.

“They’re in love!” One of the children declared with a grin. 

“Not quite yet; For the first time since being taken away the girl felt at peace with him, as he moved them around she gently laid down her head on his chest, his heart fluttered at the sight of the girl.” The storyteller grinned.

“Does she love him yet?” Another questioned. “Let’s keep reading, shall we?” The kids nodded.

 - - - - - - - - - - - -

“Do you think you could love me?” He questioned, making you snap your eyes open and turn to face him.

Pushing him away, you huffed. “We made a deal…keep your promise..” you stepped back.

Unbeknown to you, he stepped forward towards you. “It’s been a while since I've had to promise something.”

Being upset, you let out a scoffed. “You dress yourself in fine clothing to cover up that you’re just a cruel and lonely beast that disgusts anyone!”

You could hear his footsteps leave the room, leaving you alone with a blindfold of darkness.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

It wasn’t till hours later that genya noticed your absence and while searching the palace that she helped guide you to your room for the night.

Once you knew genya was gone, you got up from the small vanity and opened the door and walked out to the hallway and explored.

As you roamed the palace, you had noticed as you approached the south wing, it had gotten messier.

You could hear two voices coming from a room.

“Just let her breathe for once!” It was genya.

“I have to kill her genya..” 

“..you what?” Genya let out a gasp at his words. 

Before you could hear more, you slowly backed away. Your blood ran cold as your back touched a wooden frame, you turned your head to look and froze at the portrait.

It was an old painting of luda and aleksander with their faces slashed out. The poor couple must’ve had the same fate..

You swallowed the scream you desperately wanted to let out and ran to the main hall where you had first stepped foot in.

As you stepped outside you quickly found your horse. After hopping on you had hoped for a way out of the hell you had been trapped in.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

A frantic David brusted through the doors making genya jump.

“What’s the matter david?” 

David panted, clearly frantic at his news. “She’s left the palace..” 

Genya snapped her head towards the beast who clenched his jaw before storming down to the main hall to find you, it was impossible for you to escape him now.

As you rode your horse through the frozen over lake, you panicked as growling came behind you, with a single glance you felt your hands start to shake, volcra. 

Without noticing your horse bucked you off, making you fall onto the ice, you were too panicked to hear it cracking under you.

As you went to block yourself from a volcra that came sweeping down, a slash cut it in half.

You watched as dead volcra dropped around you. 

You gasped as your savior straddle your legs, your eyes widened, it was aleksander…he was much more scarred then he was in your dreams. 

“Now you know who I am;” He leaned in closer towards your face.

“Tell me again, how i disgust you.” You panted, trying to catch your breath as he leaned forwards, his eyes drifting towards your lips.

As he reached your lips the ice beneath you broke, dropping you into the freezing water.

Unlucky your dress had only weighed you down, you closed your eyes that felt heavy.

Aleksander sighed and quickly reached his hand into the water and pulled you up by your bodice.

He quickly took off his winter cape and wrapped you up and carried you back to the palace.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

“The beast gently laid her down on her bed, demanding his servants to help aid the girl.” The children gasped as they listened.

“Is she gonna be alright?” The smallest of the group asked, clutching onto the blanket sprawled out on their lap.

“Possibly?” The storyteller grinned.

“Possibly?!” The oldest squawked.

“You all should really get to bed now…it is pretty late…” The storyteller teased the children by closing the book and stood up from the chair.

“NOW!?” 

“WHAT?”

“NO!”

“I won’t be able to sleep!” Their protests made the storyteller laugh before raising their hands in surrender and sat back down.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

You groaned as you opened your eyes to see the beast’s back towards you.

Due to the shock, you had a hard time recalling the moments before, you shook your head as Aleksander's face popped into your head.

You did manage to spot genya with the beast, the pair talking in hushed tones.

Genya smiled soft;y at you, noticing how you sat yourself up a tad.

Genya motioned in your direction with her chin.

You grasped the blanket in shock, it hadn’t been your memories clashing together, it really was aleksander in front of you.

“Leave us be for now genya..” The redhead nodded before leaving the room after placing down some more books.

Aleksander turned to you, if you hadn’t looked up at him, you wouldn’t have noticed the tint of concern in his dark eyes.

“How are you feeling?”

“Alright..” You mumbled back.

“That’s good..” He said as he rolled up his shirt, you let out a soft gasp at his forearms.

They had long open scratches on each arm, it was from the volcra..

“Thank you for saving me..”

Aleksander scoffed, moving his hand to hold pressure to his wounds, he had directed his attention to you that the painful stings were hardly there for him.

As he sat down on the vanity chair, you slowly moved from your bed and walked over to the pond of water and grabbed a cloth from the side and soaked it before ringing it out and walked over to aleksander, who had zoned out, his jaw still tensed.

You gently took hold of his arm before dapping the cloth onto the wound.

Aleksander hissed and went to yank his arm away. You huffed and tugged it back before dapping the cloth again.

“That hurts!” He hissed, in pain. His face closer to yours.

“If you stay still, it won’t sting as bad!” You hardened your features and stared at him, keeping the same distance.

Aleksander sighed and stuck out his other arm for you.

After re-soaking the cloth, you softly dapped the outside of his scratches. You both stayed silent. “Thank you again..” You spoke softly, watching how much pressure you placed on the wound.

“You’re welcome..”

- - - - - - - - - - - -

As the week passed, aleksander had genya and healers constantly check your health after the incident; in a panic aleksander had placed you on bed rest, in case you had harmed your bones somehow.

The days you had spent lounging in your bed, reading or talking with the others.

You perked up as the door creaked open, aleksander walked in, carrying in two plates of food. You had taken note of how softer he had become with you being injured, for a peculiar reason it had warmed your heart a bit.

“What’s for tonight?” You questioned, placing your book off to the side as aleksander handed you a plate and sat down in front of you.

“Lamb with potatoes..your favorite..” He joked.

You lifted your head letting out a small laugh.

“Yeah, love when it's scalloped too..” You teased, making aleksander grow a tiny smirk before taking a bite of his food.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

Aleksander stood on his balcony, watching as you and David strolled through the garden, occasionally stopping to feed the birds.

He watched with a small smile growing on his face as you fell into the snow from bumping into David's side a bit too hard.

He froze as he noticed his own expression, genya glanced over at him. 

“I think I wanna do something for her..but what?” Aleksander questioned. 

Genya smiled at his words. 

“Books.” Genya trailed off.

Aleksander sent genya a confused look. “She likes books, and I believe you have just a room for her.”

He grinned back at genya before nodding to himself.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

“Close your eyes…” You gave aleksander a weary look as you closed your eyes.

“Don’t bump me into anything please..” You pleaded, making aleksander chuckle before gently taking your hands and guided you down a hall. “I’ll try, very big on the try..” he grinned as you scrunched your nose up.

“I wanted to show you something..” He led you inside his library. 

He left you in the middle of the room before moving to open the long curtains, you scrunched up as the light hit your face. 

Aleksander glanced around the room before nodding to himself, he turned back to you and smiled.

“You can open your eyes now.” 

Slowly you blinked your eyes, lifting your hand, trying to adjust your eyes to the light.

You gasped as you looked around you, it was a filled library. 

“Oh my, it’s beautiful..” You admired the room, glancing everywhere.

“Then it’s yours, you can visit it anytime you want.” You glanced over to aleksander and gave him a smile.

“Thank you, this has to be the nicest thing someone’s done for me!” 

Aleksander watched you explore the room with a subtle smile on his face.

“She could be the one..” Feydor smiled at Genya, who leaned against the doorway as you led aleksander to a bookshelf.

“I hope it’s her, he looks happier with her near..” Genya smiled.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

“Aww, he cares for her now!” The oldest girl grinned.

“A whole room?! For herself?” The youngest sat on their bed, mouth opened in shock at the drawing of the room.

“The girl and the beast slowly grew closer, even developing feelings, they would constantly be found in the library, the girl reading to the prince often. The girl had realized her new found feelings one day while the pair had gone on a walk through the palace grounds, the beast had given her his kefta to help keep her warm.” The storyteller smiled as the children were in awe of the story.

“The Beast had gladly accepted an invitation to have a dance with the girl. Each had spent hours preparing, knowing it'd be the night their feelings for one another would change. The girl had worn a beautiful ball gown chosen by genya.” The drawing on the paper had shown the girl in a black ball gown and her hair done.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

“You clean up pretty well..” You teased aleksander as you walked down the steps into the ballroom.

“Well, you look beautiful in that dress. Genya has good taste..” You both smiled, aleksander bowed before you, in return you curtsied back before placing your hands on his shoulder and in his palm, letting him guide you both around.

You watched with a smile as the bottom of your dress swung around the floor.

You both looked at each other as you both danced around, you occasionally helped him with the dance.

“Just don’t get my toes.” You teased as he pulled you closer. “I’ll try to avoid them..” He chuckled, glading you both towards the big window where the moon hung perfectly.

You both stopped, your eyes going to the lit up sky, while Aleksander's eyes went to your bright eyes.

You glanced over and blushed as aleksander stared at you with a loving expression. You both leaned in closer to one another.

Holding your breath as you could feel his breath on your lips, both of you closing your eyes as you leaned in further.

You both stopped as a bunch of whispers came from the doorway. You both pulled away, chuckling and feeling flustered.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

Aleksander stood in the corridor of the library and watched as you sat peacefully in front of the fireplace, reading and occasionally stopping to get a sip of tea Genya had brought you earlier.

As footsteps approached, you glanced up from your book and smiled at aleksander. “Hello, care to join me?” He nodded at your words, sitting down beside you.

“What’s this story about?” Aleksander questioned, scooting closer to you. 

“Maiden in the tower, it’s about this young girl who was kidnapped as a child, by this lady who was secretly thousands of years old. The girl had just found out she’s apparently her kingdom’s lost princess..” You explained the story as you turned the page to continue on.

As you read the reunion of the maiden and her family, Aleksander's eyes wandered from the page to the side of your face that held a bit of sadness.

He hated seeing you like that, knowing it was his fault you were separated from your family. Your eyes continued to move downwards across the page.

Aleksander sighed and placed his hand and lowered the book, gaining your attention.

“Y/n,” Aleksander sighed as he cut himself off.

“Yes?” You questioned, tilting your head a bit.

“I’ll let you return to your family on one last deal..” Your eyes widened at his words.

“What kind of deal?” You questioned, scooting closer to him.

“Promise you’ll never forget about me, I truly wished I had met you under different circumstances..” Aleksander sighed, placing his hand on your cheek, making you lean into his hand.

“I won’t, you were the first who put up with my “childish” self..” You teased, a few tears spilling from your eyes, realizing this was your goodbye. 

“Here, this is for you.” He handed you a small necklace with a small rose on it. You smiled at the necklace and put it on, before pouncing forwards and tackled him into a hug.

“I’ll always remember you aleksander.” You hugged him, making the beast grunt at the strength of your hug, he wrapped his arms around you one last time before letting you go.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

You could hardly contain your enjoyment, after months of being apart, you’d finally get to be with your family, it did pain you to leave the palace and everyone behind.

As the horse trotted up to the house, you noticed the boarded up windows, you hopped off your horse and walked closer to the house.

Once closer the door swung open, revealing henry. He tugged you inside the house before hugging you.

The sound of the door had alerted the other, making them rush to see what had happened. “y/n..” Thomas said in disbelief.

You smiled and took off Aleksander's kefta and hung it on the coat rack. Unbeknown to you each of your brothers eyed your dress but stayed quiet.

Your eyes drifted towards the messy table, covered in maps, old food and weapons.

You scoffed and turned to your brothers. “Look at this mess, what are you doing with those weapons?” 

The youngest let out a scoff.

“Ask henry..” Tristan sighed, looking over to the oldest who huffed at him. “Be quiet and go back to your post.”

“My post?” He questioned.

“HIs post?” You looked at your brother with wide eyes before shaking your head.

“So, you’re playing general now, are you?” Tristan egged on.

“Enough, just go back over there.” Thomas sighed, stepping between the pair. 

“Stop taking sides, you big coward!” Thomas scoffed and went to swing but you and henry stopped both boys.

“Look at yourselves!” You called out to the pair, making them stop. “Here, y/n, follow me.” Henry said, walking up the stairs.

You followed shortly behind. Once on the top of the stairs, Henry gestured towards your sister's shared room.

You nodded and opened the door quietly. 

“I just know they’re going to sell us to dirty sailors to pay Henry's debt!” Anne said, groaning hidden behind their loveseat.

“We’ll just say we don’t know how to clean-!” Marie tried reassuring her but the pair froze as they heard your footsteps.

Marie’s eyes popped over the seat and quickly widened at the sight of you. 

“Anne…” Marie gasped out.

“What?” She whispered back, peeking her eyes over the seat too.

“it’s y/n’s ghost, she’s come back to haunt us!” Marie cried out. 

“Maybe we’re dreaming still?” Anne questioned, watching you intensely. “It’s not a dream, i’ve come back with one last message..my dear sisters i loved you both truly.” You played into their frantic state.

“Even dead, she’s pretty..” Marie whispered out. 

“I wanted you to know, i alway thought about you two..” You slowly walked closer to them.

“We thought about you everyday too!”

“It’s Anne's fault, she made me take your room..” Marie pointed subtly to the oldest sister.

You gasped and jumped on the loveseat in front of them. “You what?!” They screamed and jumped back.

You chuckled and looked at the both of them with a smile, “Where’s father?” You questioned, looking in between them.

“...since you left, he’s gotten incredibly tired, hasn’t woken up since..” Anne updated you.

You quickly rushed across the hall towards your father’s room.

You gasped as he laid in his bed, deeply asleep. You walked closer and held his hand.

“Father..I'm home now, you can wake up now..” You whispered to him, but nothing happened. 

You let your tears fall, you carefully laid your head beside his on the other pillow and cried as you hoped he’d wake up.

While you fell asleep upstairs, Henry picked off a golden shank button on Aleksander's kefta. “This is worth hundreds, i could sell this and rid us of my debt!” Henry smirked, placing the button in his pocket.

“Not that, I forbid you!” Tristan protested, standing in front of the door. Henry sighed and looked at Thomas, who looked away. Henry pulled the button from his pocket.

Henry nodded to himself and tossed the button and caught it, he swiftly punched Tristan, making him pass out, Thomas quickly caught the younger brother and dragged him away from the door, they both left him laying on the ground before walking outside.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

You looked around and quickly spotted a glowing stag across the lake from where you stood.

“Look at her glossy coat..” You jumped and turned behind you to see the same group aleksander had hung out with in previous dreams.

“It’s finally her time.” One smirked, aleksander scoffed and raised a hand.

“She’s mine alright.” They all stepped back as he watched the animal move around before moving his hands.

The stag froze and looked in his direction before sprinting away.

Aleksander groaned before quickly chasing behind it.

You watched as the animal ran and was caught in the palace garden. You watched as aleksander stood in front of the others and hopped off his horse and walked closer to the animal.

He quickly raised his hands up and used the cut, at the moment it all had clicked in your head. 

You watched as the stag laid on the ground, aleksander approached the stag and quickly froze as the animal revealed itself, there laid luda, a severe cut on her stomach.

You gasped at the sight. “Luda!” Aleksander yelled, running towards her.

She laid on the ground, she slowly raised a hand up to his face and gave him a tired smile. “You didn’t know any better..aleksander.” She shakily inhaled.

Aleksander weeped as his wife died in his arms. “I didn’t mean for this to happen..” He held her close.

You noticed how the sky quickly turned gray and stormy.

“Saints, forgive him, for he didn’t know.” You watched as aleksander’s friends where attacked by volcra, you turned around to face aleksander and luda and watched as volcra started to swoop down and attack him, earing brutal scars to his face and exposed body.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

Thomas and henry stood in the snowy forest, waiting for orion to arrive to make a deal.

“You are betraying y/n..” Thomas paced back and fourth.

“I’m saving us, she’ll understand.” Henry’s expresson was stoic as he looked around the forest.

Before thomas could say anymore, Orion rode up on his horse, his men following shortly behind.

“What are you doing here, I thought we were meeting at your little shabby shack.” Orion smirked at the brothers.

“I brought my handsome men for your sisters..” He motioned towards his men which were known as the towns laziest drunks. 

“I have a deal to make with you.” Henry dug the button out of his pocket.

“No more deals with you..” Orion sneered.

As orion and his men went to leave, henry moved towards them more.

“I’ll give you my sister..” Thomas froze at his brother’s words.

Orion turned to face henry, a smirk on his face. “Which sister are you talking about?” 

Henry swallowed harshly, “Y/n, my family’s youngest.” he cringed as orion let out a joyus laugh.

“Perhaps, your sister could pay your debt.” 

- - - - - - - - - - - -

You woke up sweating, you looked around the room and saw your father still asleep beside you, yelling came from the bottom floor.

You quickly got yourself together before walking odwnstairs and froze at the sight of orion who sat comfortably on the small couch, his filthy hands admiring your previously worn kefta.

“Ah, my bride is awake.” 

Your blood ran cold at his words. “Bride?” You questioned. 

Henry walked towards you, moving form where he stood against a wooden pole. 

“You are to be orion’s bride to pay for this family’s debt.” henry gently grabbed your arm, you quickly yanked yourself away from him, orion scoffed and stood up from the couch and stepped closer to you.

“I refuse!” You backed up and bumped into thomas who had a stoic look on his face as he pushed you into orion’s arms.

“Not your choice!” Orion snarled in your ear as he brushed back your hair, making you cringe.

Thomas’ eyes grew wide as a glow from your necklace lit up before dying down to a slight glimmer.

“The forest..” a gruff voiced whispered, making you looked around the room and noticed the lack of orion’s men inside and out.

You took a deep breath before elbowing orion’s nose before running to your horse outside.

“That bitch!” Orion groaned, following you outside as you rode off into the forest.

You shuttered as you rode deeper into the cold forest. The sounds of horses flooded your ears as you glanced up and saw orion and his men.

In a panic, you leaned into the horse’s ear and whispered. “More than life itself.”  You leaned back and watched as the pathed opened up, you ducked as the horse sped up and ran through the prickly tress and frozen land.

As you approached the front, you eagerly hopped off your horse and ran to aleksander who stood outside the palace doors, almost if he was waiting.

He held you tightly as you huffed, tired of the journey back.

“I’ll keep you safe.” He told you, a scared hand brushing over the back of your head in comfort. 

“There she is!” A voiced called out, making you jump as an arrow missed you both. Aleksander quickly lead you into the palace, you noticed the amount of people in the entrance, waiting for aleksander’s command.

“Looks like we have un wanted visitors, take care of them.” He commanded, leading you towards your room.

As you climbed the stairs to your room you caught a glance of aleksander’s grisha opening the palace doors to face the visitors.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

“As the beast lead the girl away, gaston had managed to slip through the doors and followed the trail. Outside the palace, saffin commanded grisha to attack two men who approuched the stairs but pleaded for them to give mercy, the two men had kneelded and whispered a name that struck saffin’s soul.

Saffin had froze and got a look of the men and saw the similar features the two shared with the girl, she quickly allowed them to pass into the palace, once in the brothers soon found gaston’s trail.” The storyteller spoke, pausing to flip the page.

“I hate gaston!” The youngest girl pouted in her bed, arms crossed as she listened.

“Is he going to kill the beast?!” 

The storyteller chuckled before shrugging at the children.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

As you and aleksander walked into your room, you gasped as a knife deeply grazed aleksander’s side.

You looked behind his shoulder and saw orion not the far behind. 

You quickly knelt down to aleksander’s side to help aid his wound.

“You’ll be alright we just need to get you to the-!” You gasped as orion held you against himself, a blade against your neck. “Let her go.” Aleksander rasped out as he held his side in pain.

“What are you suppose to be? A lion? A kitten?” Orion taunted, holding the blad closer, the steel pressing into your neck. 

“I’ll kill you if you harm her.” Aleksander warned, you gasped as orion move you and himself into a corner of your room, using your body as a shield aleksander off. “Useless threats..” Orion chided aleksaner.

Before the pair could argue the door opened to your brothers, tristan and thomas who held their weapons in preperation. 

“Y/n!” Tristan said, frantic as he noticed your positon, being used as a shield to a beast.

Thomas pointed his weapon towards aleksander which made you thrust forward but was jerked back. “Don’t, he tried to protect me from orion!” You groaned as orion nicked your throat, making a droplet of blood fall to the floor.

A red rosed blossomed from the bloodstain, you looked at aleksander who’s eyes followed the blooddroplet before lunging at orion, pushing you away and into your brothers side.

You hit you head on the floor but you looked in time to see aleksander use the cut on orion, who before being killed thrusted his blade into aleksander’s stomach, making him crumple over.

You quickly scrambled to aleksander’s side as he laid on the floor, holding his stomach.

“No, no, no, this came happen.” You whispered to yourself as you placed his head into your lap. 

He coughed, blood staining his teeth, you sobbed as he let out a ragged breath. “You can’t die, you can’t..” You cried as he slowly raised his hand to your cheek and smiled as he brushed hair away, aleksander wanted to make sure his last moments were of his last love.

You watched as his breathing slowled down and his eyes got heavier. “Aleksander?” You tapped his cheek twice but no response, you fell forward and weeped.

In the corner of you tears, you saw a trail of glowing light leading toward’s the small pond of water, quickly connecting the dots you lifted yourself up and turned to your brothers who watched in pity as you cried for your lover.

“Help me, please.” You pleaded, thomas and tristan quickly tossed aside their weapons and helped lift aleksander into the pond, you placed your forehead against the edge and pleaded to the saints as he was submerged. The glow surround aleksander’s body.

Your brothers watched in shock as aleksadner’s scars slowly washed off under the water, his wounds began to heal closed. 

Aleksander slowly opened his eyes and looked around in shock, he was alive once more.

He smiled softly as you whispered for him to be healed, he leaned closer. “I believe we’ve missed dinner.” 

You gasped at his voice, quickly raising your head and smiled as he looked back at you, healed from any scars. “You’re alive!” You cried out, hugging him tightly, not caring if your gown got wet.

“Always alive for you.” He grinned, embracing you tightly.

On the outside, the palace overgrown look had started to vanish, the garden being washed over by a wave of light, genya looked up and smiled as she saw the vines on the palace vanish, you had broke their curse to the palace.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

You smiled as you and aleksander stepped out onto the ballroom floor, surrounded by other couples.

“Certian as the sun,

Rising in the east

Tale as old as time,

Song as old as rhyme,

Beauty and the beast”

You smiled at aleksander as you both danced. “What is it? Do i have something on my face?” He quickly rised his hand to wipe his beard, making you smile and laugh.

“Is it bad, i want to have your scratched up face again?” Aleksander’s eyebrows rose up at your words.

“Oh? Is that how it is wife?” He snickered, drawing you in close to kiss your cheek.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

“They couple had gotten married and had a huge wedding, y/n’s sisters had found husbands amongst aleksander’s grisha, henry had apologized to y/n and aleksander which after a few years they made up. Tristan had taken up being a guard for his sister, and thomas had gone on to write books, several for his children and nieces and nephews!” 

“It’s over?” The youngest boy questioned. 

“Sadly, but I say they lived happily ever after..” The storyteller grinned at the children.

“Genya looks like ms saffin from the book!” a flicker of the lights made the kids turn to the door where you stood with a grin.

“Bedtime check, goodnight munchkins!” You grinned as your nieces and nephews all said goodnight to you and genya before settling down, as you closed the door you heard them talking about the story to each other as a bedtime talk.

“Thank you again genya!” You thanks the woman who smiled and shook her head. “I have to get practice for the newst member.” SHe winked at you before walking to her quarters.

You quietly walked towards your bedroom on the top floor, You quietly opened the door and smiled at the sight.

“Mommy!” Your little boy squealed flinging himself at you from the bed. “My loves!” You smiled as aleksander walked into your bedroom his hands behind his back. “What are you hiding?” You questioned, making aleksander grin as he pulled out a red rose and handed it to you. “Fresh from your garden.”

“Thank you but i believe the garden full of roses are enough of your affection for me.” You teased, kissing aleksander.

As you and aleksander slid into bed with your son in between you all talked for a bit before he asked for a story. 

“Alright, i’m a bit rusty so apologiges but, once upon a time there was a rich merchant.” You smiled at the story and snuggled into the blanket as aleksander sat up to tell the story to your son.

[wolvesofinnistrad]

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Its been about 6 months. 

6 of the best months of a relationship Buck has ever had. And its not even about it being a guy, discovering his bisexuality. Its just... Tommy.

Hes great in so many ways, and the dynamic is so different that for the first time Buck has been able to relax, not always feel like hes chasing after someone. Actually, hes found out he quite likes being the one that gets chased, romanced, flirted with.

Everything is going great and hes even, in the back of his mind, been starting to think this might be it, this might be a long term thing after all which he'd have never expected. And then Eddie fucks it all up by telling him his most recent girlfriend, Beatrice or something Buck honestly hasn't kept track lately, broke up with him because quote "i can never have a place in your life when you've got Buck so entrenched in it."

Hes never had anyone imply that his and Eddies friendship, the little family hes made with Eddie and Chris, is somehow wrong or off-putting. Eddie was more annoyed than anything and didn't seem to care. But Buck... Buck got worried. Not because he cared about what Betty or whatever thought, but because he wondered if it wasn't true. If maybe their dynamic would scare people off eventually, and did that mean it would scare Tommy off as well?

So that's how hes sitting here, curled under a blanket on the couch, a new sectional he bought because Tommy's back didn't get enough support in the last one, spilling his guts to his boyfriend. When hes done he looks up at Tommy, expecting, well, something. Anger, confusion, heartbreak, but... Its not there. Tommy smiles at him, placing a hand on his leg over the blanket. "Evan... i understand how important Eddie and Chris are to you. I would never make you choose. I would never try to cut them out or deny you that."

Buck takes that in sits with it for a moment but finds it doesn't fully alleviate his concerns.

"But what if... i mean, if were together, you know, for the long haul. It wont affect you? What i have with them?"

Tommy smiles, he looks away for a minute and laughs.

"Can i be really honest with you Evan?" He says, meeting his eyes now. 

Buck nods.

Tommy inches closer, drawing up one of his legs beneath him. "When we first started dating i knew you all were close, but i didn't really understand until later that you were a 'family.'" He pauses, thinks. "But when i did, yeah, there was a moment i was a little worried where i fit in. Where there was space for me in your life. And then i had an idea, and once i wrapped my head around it that way, re-conceptualized how i looked at things, it didn't scare me anymore."

Now that's surprising to hear, Buck wants to know what could have so easily changed his mind. "And what was it that made you not worry then?"

Again Tommy laughs. "I started thinking of Eddie like he was your ex husband."

Bucks eyes bug out a bit. "My what?!"

Tommy shrugs. "It was easier in my head than just saying your best friend who you're co-parenting with. I've dated guys with kids, with exes before. It wasn't a stretch to think of it like Eddie was your ex and Chris was your kid from another relationship. Once i put it in my head like that, i didn't worry about whether we could have a life together. You'll always be tied to them, but it didn't mean you couldn't have a life with me to." He reached over and took Bucks hand, squeezed it tight. "And honestly Evan? I'm starting to think I'd like that. A life with you."

Despite how weird it is to think of his little family with Eddie and Chris that way, how Tommy sees it, there's something relief and happiness coursing through him. Knowing that Tommy's already figured out how he can keep some of the most important people in his life and incorporate them into a new life hes building for himself. For him and Tommy. 

"Evan?" Tommy asks, scootching closer on the couch, their knees knocking together.

Buck realizes its been too long since he's said anything, but when he speaks he simply says "move in with me."

For all of a second Tommy looks shocked, then elated, then seemingly guarded. "Evan... You don't have to lock me down or something i just exp-"

Buck cuts him off, "its not that. Trust me, I've done that before. Held on so tight, clung because i was scared of being left behind. This isn't that. This is..." he stops, lets his mind and body calm enough to get this right. "This is me holding on because I don't want to let go. Because i want to stay, right here, with you. I'm not scared of being left anymore, I'm scared of not putting down roots. Of not letting the best boyfriend I've ever had,"

"Only," Tommy interjects.

"Best," Buck reiterates, gripping his hand tighter, boyfriend I've ever had know that i want this. I want him. I want a life with you too. And hearing that i think, it was just the final thing falling into place, the last weight weighing on me. I... I've been thinking of asking you for a while, but i wanted so bad to get it right this time. And i think i am, but Tommy." He looks into his eyes. "Tommy you're the first time I've felt like if i got it wrong it would still be okay, we could make it work anyway. So move in with me. Please. Or.. heck, we could get a place of our own if you like?"

Tommy kisses him then. Its slow and passionate but all consuming. Its like nothing hes ever had before. And it feels so right. For once it feels Right.

A week later Tommy sends him a photo of a house for rent. Rent to own actually.

"Wheres that at?" He asks, because its a nice place, he can see the potential.

"Its literally a block away from Eddie's house, I saw it as I was driving away." He says, and Buck can almost hear the laugh and smug smile miles away.

"Its perfect." He writes back. But what he means is, 'you're perfect.'

[dmitriene]

ʙᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ

𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝: 𝚛𝚎𝟺 𝚕𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍𝚢 𝚡 𝚐𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜: 𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠, 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚓𝚘𝚋, 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚓𝚘𝚋, 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚘𝚗, 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚎 (𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚒), 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜, 𝚙𝚎𝚝 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜. 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗.

ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ)

(18+ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ)

The soft hum of cicadas outside provided a calming backdrop to the dimly lit bedroom, the lamp on the bedside table bathing the room in a warm, intimate glow, highlighting the blue sheets that matched Leon's striking blue eyes.

In the dim lighting, his tanned skin took on an almost ethereal look and his tousled blond hair framed his face like a halo, but what really caught your attention was the sight of him sitting on the edge of the bed with his hands tied behind his back.

You spent most of the day teasing Leon about trying something new and somehow with your puppy dog eyes and relentless enthusiasm you convinced him to give it a try, it was a journey into the world of submission, a realm that intrigued you and you were very happy that Leon agreed.

He assured himself that it was like just another day at work, where he had been in difficult situations many times before, he did not even suspect that this was something else, much more intimate, and his heart was pounding.

Leon shifted slightly, testing the strength of the rope binding his wrists — «Are you sure about that?» he asked, and there were notes of uncertainty and excitement in his voice.

You couldn't help but laugh quietly as you knelt down between his spread legs, running your fingers teasingly along his thighs as you leaned closer, keeping your eyes on him — «Of course, Leon, trust me, it's going to be amazing» you purred, your breath hitting his lips.

His gaze met yours, a mixture of desire and a hint of vulnerability — «Well, if you say so» he answered, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

With slow, deliberate movements, your fingers drew patterns on his hips, which took Leon's breath away, you enjoyed the power you had over him in this moment, your heart pounding with delight.

Leaning even closer, you teasingly brought your lips to his ear — «Just sit back and enjoy the ride, detective»

A shiver ran down Leon's spine as he felt your warm breath tickle his earlobe, he closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the sensations that washed over him — «I'll try my best, officer» he answered in a hoarse, slightly playful voice.

You continued your exploration, your fingers dancing lightly across his skin, drawing little circles and patterns that made Leon squirm on the bed, his muscles tensing and relaxing under your touch and he couldn't help but let out a low, involuntary moan.

— «That's it» you whispered with voice full of temptation — «Let go, Leon, you're in good hands»

Leon's eyes fluttered open and he caught your gaze again — «I trust you» he admitted, his voice filled with sincerity.

With a teasing smirk, you leaned down and pressed your lips to his.

The kiss started out soft and slow, a teasing promise of what was to come, Leon responded eagerly, his bound hands twitching as he strained to touch you, but you held back, enjoying the sweet pangs of his desire.

Breaking the kiss, you trailed kisses down his jaw and neck, biting lightly along the way, Leon's head fell back, he moaned in pleasure, his eyes closing again — «You're driving me crazy» he admitted in a hoarse voice.

You grinned against his skin, your lips moving lower — «That's the idea, detective»

As your lips descended further, Leon's breathing quickened, his chest rising and falling quickly, his body tense with anticipation, and when your lips touched the sensitive skin just above his collarbone, he couldn't help but let out a small cry of pleasure.

As Leon's wrists remained tied behind his back, you enjoyed the control you had over him, the dimly lit room creating an intimate atmosphere, filling you both with a sensual glow, and the buzzing of the cicadas outside seemed to sync with the rhythm of your teasing.

Your fingers continued to explore Leon's body, tracing the lines of his scars and the constellation of moles scattered across his skin, each touch a deliberate touch, a slow and deliberate caress that sent shivers through his entire body.

Leon couldn't help but squirm on the bed, his muscles tensing and relaxing under your skillful touches, his breathing shallow and ragged as you drew patterns on his skin with your fingers and lips, every kiss you pressed to his moles and scars was a promise of future pleasure.

You leaned closer, your lips finding the cluster of moles along his collarbone, your tongue darting out, tracing the path from one mole to the next, and Leon's whimpers filled the room, he bit his lip to hold back his moans as his body arched into your teasing touches.

His arousal was obvious — the teasing bulge stretched against the fabric of his pants, you could no longer resist the temptation.

Your lips met his in a heated kiss and Leon responded eagerly, his mouth hungry for your taste, his tongue dancing with yours in a sensual tango, a silent plea for more.

As your lips closed, your hands roamed freely over his bare chest and stomach, you could feel the rapid beating of his heart under your fingertips, and this only increased your desire to tease him even more, your nails lightly scratching his sensitive skin, leaving behind a fiery track.

Leon's hips jerked upward, seeking more contact with your body, he was lost in a haze of pleasure, his composure slipping away by the second, but his hands were still tied and he was at your mercy, completely under your spell.

Breaking the kiss, you trailed a line of wet, open mouthed kisses down his chest, pausing to pay attention to each of his scars and moles, Leon's head finally falling back against the blue sheets, his eyes closing as he gave in to the sensations running through him.

You continued your descent, your lips moving lower, tracing the trail of hair that disappeared under the waistband of his pants, Leon's breath caught in his throat as you teased the sensitive skin just above his hips, your fingers slowly moving closer to the place where he craved your touch the most.

Leon's whines and whimpers grew more insistent, his hips rocking in time with your teasing, his body a symphony of desire, every touch pushing him closer to the edge, and you reveled in the power you had over him, the knowledge that you could bring him to the edge and hold him there, suspended in ecstasy.

With an evil grin, you finally relented, freeing his arousal from the confines of his clothes.

Your hand wrapped around his hot cock, eliciting a guttural moan from Leon's lips, you slowly stroked him, running your thumb over the sensitive head dripping precum, and he writhed under your touch, his back arched off the bed.

— «P-please..» he begged with a desperate plea in his voice.

But you had other plans.

You leaned down and captured his lips again, your kiss greedy and possessive, your free hand continuing its exploration, moving lower, tracing the contours of his thighs and teasing the sensitive skin under his knees.

Leon's whimpers and moans were getting louder, his body was shaking with need, he was completely under your control, his arousal had reached fever pitch and as you continued to tease and arouse him, you knew that the pleasure you were going to give him would be worth every moment of waiting.

The room was plunged into a sensual, almost surreal atmosphere when you momentarily removed your hand from her intimate task, the golden light of the bedside lamp illuminated Leon's naked body with a gentle, caressing light, emphasizing the contours of his toned body and the play of shadows on his chiseled features.

Leon lay on the blue sheets, his wrists still tied behind his back, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his erect cock throbbed with need, his skin bearing the marks of your affection, adorned with a symphony of moles and scars that you lovingly kissed and teased.

The room seemed to hold its breath, as if time itself had stopped to admire the breathtaking sight that unfolded before it.

You couldn’t help but look at him, at the pure beauty of Leon Kennedy, completely at your mercy, his lips swollen from your kisses and his eyes dark with desire and longing, a drop of precum glistening at the top of his throbbing cock, indicating the intensity of his need.

A sly smirk tugged at your lips as you shifted your position and sat up to take a more advantageous position, you wanted to savor this moment, commit it to your memory — the image of Leon tied up and vulnerable, his desire displayed in all its glory, it was a sight to behold, that made you feel equal parts powerful and wanted.

Leon's practically wet eyes followed your every move, a mixture of curiosity and impatience dancing in their depths, he propped himself up incongruously on his elbows, his chest heaving as he stared at you, his moans of need filling the air, a symphony of longing that made your heart beat faster.

— «W-what are you doing?» he asked in a voice hoarse with desire, in which a note of despair crept in.

You met his gaze, your eyes blazing with desire — «Just admiring the view, detective» you responded with a sultry purr.

Leon's frustration became palpable as he looked at you and he couldn't take it anymore, with a sudden sharp movement he tried to sit up but was met with resistance from the rope still binding his wrists, his howl of frustration turning into a loud, needy moan as he realized that he couldn’t reach you.

But you weren't done teasing him yet, with an evil grin you crawled closer, your hand returning to its previous position, your touches were maddeningly slow and deliberate, your fingers danced over his cock, spreading the precum and increasing his arousal, outlining every vein.

Leon's head fell back and he let out a guttural moan, his body arched off the bed, he was completely at your mercy, his pleasure reached its climax, every touch of your hand sent him into fits of ecstasy and he was helpless to resist the pleasure you delivered to him.

— «D-darling!» he groaned, his voice full of despair — «P-please, don't tease me like that»

Your smile grew wider, your movements became faster and more intense, Leon's whimpers and moans filled the room, mixing with the sounds of the cicadas outside, the atmosphere was saturated with desire, a heady mixture of pleasure and anticipation that left both of you breathless.

You obeyed, abruptly taking him into your mouth with a slow, agonizing descent, Leon's body tensed and he cried out, his fingers gripping the sheets beneath him as if they were his lifeline, the feeling of a warm mouth enveloping his cock was unbearable.

You began to move your head up and down, wrapping your lips around him as your tongue swirled around his cock and you found a rhythm that made Leon writhe in ecstasy, his hips moving in time with your caresses, seeking deeper contact as his moans filled the room, getting louder every second.

— «O-oh L-Lord» Leon exhaled, throwing his head back and closing his eyes — «Y-you feel so… amazing..»

The sound of his pleasure and approval fueled your desire and you continued your delicious torment, your hands working in tandem with your mouth, stroking and sucking him, bringing him closer and closer to the abyss of pleasure.

Your tongue swirled around him, your mouth purposefully slid along length of hic cock, his fingers clenched the sheets beneath him until his bones ached, the intensity of the pleasure was almost overwhelming and he struggled to hold back his screams.

— «H-honey..» he exhaled, his voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and despair — «I can't… I can't hold on any longer»

Your reaction was to increase your efforts, taking his cock even deeper into your mouth and letting your hands work their magic, feeling his tip hit the roof of your mouth, the combination of suction, the wet warmth of your mouth and your skillful touch of your hand drove Leon crazy and he couldn't take it anymore resist growing tension.

With a cry of ecstasy, Leon gave in to the overwhelming pleasure, his body convulsed, you tightened your grip, your stroking movements became more and more merciless as he found release, his hips jerked and he poured his cum into your waiting mouth, allowing you to swallow it all without a second thought, his moans and cries of your name filled the room as his body shook in ecstasy.

You continued to pleasure him through his climax, enjoying every moment of his pleasure, and as Leon's breathing slowly returned to normal, you released his limp cock from your mouth.

While Leon's release was still in the air, you sat down next to him, your movements deliberate and gentle, the atmosphere in the room changed from intense desire to one of intimate connection and care, the warming light of the bedside lamp continued to envelop the two of you in its soft glow, casting gentle shadows that danced on the blue sheets.

Leon's hands, finally free of their bonds, trembled slightly as you began to carefully untie the many knots, your fingers working with gentle precision, your touch soothing the reddened marks on his wrists and forearms.

The room seemed to hold its breath again, this time out of respect for the tenderness and affection that flowed between you.

When the last knot was untied, Leon slowly sat up, his hands now free, he turned to you, his eyes full of gratitude and vulnerability, and without saying a word, he wrapped his trembling arms around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your shoulder.

You could feel his rapid heartbeat against your chest, jolts of pleasure still coursing through his body, his warm breath brushing against your skin and his arms holding you with a desperate, almost possessive strength.

A soft smile played on your lips as you gently stroked his hair, running your fingers through the strands, it was a gesture of comfort, a silent promise that you would be there for him, that he would be safe and cherished in your arms.

Leon's body slowly relaxed, his trembling subsiding as he smelled the scent of your skin and the steady rhythm of your heartbeat, the room filled with a deep sense of intimacy, a connection that transcended words and actions.

— «Are you okay?» you whispered, your voice gently caressing his ear.

Leon nodded into your shoulder, his lips lightly touching your skin — «Yeah..» he muttered, his voice full of emotion — «I'm more than okay»

In that moment, you both realized that what you shared was something truly special.

It wasn't just about desire and pleasure — it was about trust, vulnerability and the deep connection that developed between you, holding each other in the soft light of the room you felt a deep sense of satisfaction and gratitude for the connection you found in each other.

As the outside world continued to wake up, you and Leon remained entwined, and with one last, lingering kiss, you both closed your eyes and fell into sleep.

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[avalil18]

I love you, I promise (pt2)

Summary:you decide to hang out with your childhood best friend after he had surgery but little did you know what would happen.

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I fell asleep in joes arms last night and I don’t think I’ve ever had a better sleep in my life! Joe is like my comfort blanket. He is there when I’m sad, angry, happy, and all the above. He is my best friend. But I over heard something last night that I can’t get out of my head. “And Joe take good care of her like I know you will. I know you love her and to afraid to ruin your friendship but I see the way she looks at you and you should tell her, don’t be scared.” Robin said. Joe loves me! And not in a best friend way. I don’t know what to think. I have always had feelings towards him but I could never say anything because of possibly ruining our friendship.

The sun was shining in joes room as I woke up in his big comfortable arms. I was laying my head in his chest with my hand on his stomach and a big, white, soft throw blanket over us. After just laying in joes arms for a while he woke up. I started drawing shapes on his abdomen as he was waking up.

“Good morning”-joe

“Good morning j”-you

“How did you sleep?”-joe

Great! You?”-you

“Amazing! I don’t think I’ve gotten a good night sleep in a while.”-joe

“Good!”-you

Joe started moving his fingers all over my back. Drawing shapes like I was on his stomach. It gave me butterflies all around. I didn’t want to get up, just wanted to stay in his embrace forever.

“Are your parents still here?”-you

“I don’t think so. I heard the door close early this morning. They are probably driving back. I think since they know that you are over that you can probably help me around the house.”-joe

“Haha, probably!”-you

“What time is it?”-you

Joe moved his arm with the other hand on my back. He picked up his phone.

“8:30”-Joe

“Ok.”-you

I looked up at him. As he moved back from putting his phone back he looked at me and we locked eyes. After a few seconds I said something trying not to stare for to long

“We should get up.”-you

“Oh, uh yeah.”-joe

I moved out of his embrace and planted my feet onto the carpet and walked into the bathroom. I keep some stuff here since I come over all the time. I have my own little drawer. I got my toothbrush and brushed my teeth. Once I was done with that I brushed my hair and went out into the closet. I also have a drawer in there. I picked out my OSU sweatpants and my Lululemon align sports bra. Joe walked in just as I was walking out.

“Hey! If you don’t mind, do you think you can help me put my pants on?”-joe

I laughed

“Sure!”-you

He walked to his side and also picked out some OSU sweatpants and a tied died green shirt that almost looked like stained bleach. Oh this boy and his clothes I thought.

“I just need you to balance and help me take off the brace.”-joe

“Ok! I can do that!”-you

I walked over to him and bended down to take off his brace. He sleeps with a brace sometimes but usually puts a cast on. I unwrapped the Velcro and slipped the brace off and put it on the tiny island in the middle of his big closet.

“Here put your arm on me and I will open the pants. Got it, burrow?”-you

“Yes ma’am!”joe

“Haha, good!”-you

He put his arm on my shoulder and I opened the pant waist. He was in his boxers and the green shirt. He slipped one of his legs then the other. He pulled them up. I looked at him and smiled and Joe gave an even bigger smile back.

“Great teamwork!”-you

I said giving him a high five.

“Teamwork makes the dream work!”-joe

We laughed and made our way out the closet and down the stairs to the kitchen. I helped Joe down the stairs hand in hand. I helped him sit down on one of the kitchen stools and then decided to make breakfast.

“What do you want to eat?”-you

“Um, how about some eggs and bacon?”-joe

“Sounds good to me!”-you

I turned on the stove and got to cracking the eggs. As I was doing so I could feel joes ocean eyes on me. It made me blush but I had to focus on making a good breakfast.

“So, are you staying with me today?”-joe

I turned around to look at him.

“Um, I think so! I have to help you around the house and help you clean. This place is a mess!”-you

“Yeah, it definitely needs cleaning! But im happy I get to spend time with you.”-joe

My cheeks got rosy red

“Haha! Well I’m happy to spend time with you too!”-you

I winked and turned around to place the eggs and bacon on the plates.

“Here you go!”-you

“Damm y/n, this looks amazing!”-joe

“Joe, it’s just eggs and bacon.” - you laughed

“Yeah! But you put stuff in your food that makes it taste good!”-joe

“You mean seasoning?”-you

“Yeah! That’s it!”-joe

We laughed

“I can tell you cook!”-you say sarcastically

“Hey! I’m actually a very good cook!”-joe

“Sure, if you say so burrow.”-you

He smirked at me and I smiled back which made us both laugh. I loved being in joes company. He makes me feel safe and loved.

After breakfast I got to cleaning the dishes as Joe sat on the couch watching ESPN. I looked over at him as I loaded the dishwasher. God is he perfect. Once done with that I decided to clean the counters and the dinner table. The dinner table was filled with get well cards and Bengals playbooks. I moved those and got to spraying then wiping down the glass table.

After a few hours of wiping down surfaces, putting stuff in the washer and dryer, and changing sheets it was finally time to wind down. Joe was still in the same spot on the couch. He didn’t really move around a lot. Only when we got sushi for lunch and ate at the table and going to his office downstairs in his big basement.

“Hey you!”-joe

“Hi!”-you

I sat next to him and Joe put the throw blanket around my legs as he was watching UFC.

“Thanks for helping me out today. I really appreciate it y/n.”-joe

We turned to each other starring into each others eyes

“Of course Joe! I’m always here to help you!”-you

He smiled.

“I have something to show you!”-joe

“Really! What is it?”-you

“Well help me up and I will show you!”-joe

I laughed forgetting that he needs help. I got up and put my hands out. Joe put his hands in mine and slowly got up. When we got up and started walking out into his backyard through the sliding door we kept our hands locked in. My heart was racing. I don’t know what he wanted to show me.

As we got outside and starred into the dark sky joe looked up into space.

“Do you remember when we would go to our spot on that hill and look into the sky once every year?”-joe

“Yeah! When Jupiter and Venus collide!”-you

“Yeah exactly! Well this year they are closer together than like ever before!”-joe

“Really! That’s awesome! And of course you know that! You really are a physics nerd!”-you

He smirked down at me

“What! It’s true!”-you

I smiled back at him. He then took my hand and pointed at Jupiter and Venus.

“That’s them!”-joe

“Wow!”-you

I was mesmerized! Joe always made me look into the night sky with him and look at stars all through out our childhood.

As I was looking up Joe looked at me. I was still very captivated by the planets that I didn’t look back. Right there and then he put his hand on my cheek and turned my head and kissed me. I was shocked! Joe kissed me! I felt his hands move up my waist and to my back. I moved my arms to his neck and my fingers were In his hair. We were probably kissing for about 30 seconds before we pulled back.

“God you don’t know how long I’ve been meaning to do that y/n.”-joe

I looked up at him with so much love in my eyes

“You’re my world y/n. Mostly everything that has made me, me was you. You have been my best friend ever since second grade. You were wearing your pink dress with a white bow in your hair and playing in your front yard. I came over to you and asked if I can play with you and of course you happily said yes. Ever since then I have been in love with you. I know it took me a long time to say it but there it is. I love you y/n, always have and always will.”

I was speechless but then I finally spoke

“God Joe, I don’t know what to say. But to tell you the truth I have always loved you too. Ever since you came up to be in those long cargo shorts and red shirt with a basket ball in your hand and asked if you can play with me. I also heard your mom last night when she came to say good night. She said that you have always loved me. I also heard was you said after.”-you

“You.. you did?”-joe

“Yeah, and Joe you are my best friend who I always have loved and cared about. You make me feel loved and safe. I love you too Joe burrow, always have and always will.”-you

Joe pulled me in for a kiss. This time more passionate and aggressive. We probably made out for five minutes.

“Will you be my Jupiter to my Venus?”-joe

“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend, Joey?”-you

“Maybe…”-joe

“Well then I will of course be your Venus!”-you laughed

The night slipped away as you fell asleep in joes arms again with so much love filling up both of your body’s and souls.

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Authors note: I decided that Joe should end up telling y/n how he feels so here ya go! And ik y’all loved the first one. 🩷

Tagged: @sunny1616

[quillkiller]

microfic: quillkiller, 848 words, explicit/mature

light d/s undertones maybe ?? vaguely described sex scene, nsfw

Bellatrix is poison, or maybe just a very sharp knife. More weapon than a girl, always has been. She did this to herself, and she had done it all wrong.

She destroys what she touches, leaves them a bloody mess at her feet until they crawl away from her on all fours. She had done it to anyone who tried to be her friend.

She had done it to her younger sister. She doesn’t know why her youngest is still around.

She doesn’t want to do it, again, to Rita, she wants so desperately for her to stay— so she keeps her hands behind her back most of the time. She keeps her teeth behind a closed mouth, so as to not tear open Rita’s perfect skin.

She wants to keep her perfect. Pristine and lovely, like a porcelain doll. No teeth grazing her neck, drawing blood. No fingers digging too deep into her hips. No visible hickeys, dragging Rita’s reputation through the dirt.

No, she’s too perfect, and she deserves better. Bellatrix doesn’t doubt she’d duel a pair of scissors if they dared to make Rita bleed.

She’s the loveliest, sweetest thing Bellatrix has ever been in possession of.

“I want to make you bleed,” Rita whispers against her ear, taking Bellatrix’s earlobe between her teeth, biting until it hurts. Until Bellatrix gasps, struggling against the ropes tying her hands together behind her back.

Maybe not that sweet, not really, not actually, but what matters is that Bellatrix thinks so. Rita is nasty, rude and selfish— and she’s perfect. Rita thinks she’s a god, and Bellatrix is happy to indulge her. Happy to worship at her feet.

“How badly do you want to touch me?” Rita asks, sucking down hard on Bellatrix’s neck, “feral thing like you, you’d ruin me if i’d let you,”

Bellatrix would never hurt Rita, hasn’t ever hurt Rita, even when her hands aren’t tied together, but it’s true that Bellatrix is feral. Wild and sharp, and doesn’t know how to love without leaving claw marks. It takes all her effort to be soft, but Rita rewards her every single time.

She’s become Rita’s domesticated beast. A dog on a leash. A leash that Rita loves pulling at, and Bellatrix is all too happy to submit and be led.

Bellatrix wants Rita to stay perfect, not a single tear on her lovely skin, and Rita basks in it. In turn, Rita wants to claw, push and prod. A perfect thing, but not at all kind, and Bellatrix loves her for it.

Who else can you hurt? Bellatrix had asked her once, when Rita had looked at her with fire dancing in her eyes, Bellatrix pushed up against a wall. Rita’s hand around her neck.

She had squeezed, Bellatrix gasping for breath, and said, I want you at my mercy.

Bellatrix had laughed, as much as she could with her airway blocked, and said, I already am, baby. Deliriously happy, Rita’s delicate fingers digging into her.

Rita adjusts herself on Bellatrix’s lap until she’s straddling her right thigh, she sits back up and looks down at Bellatrix, a smirk on her lips. “You’re so good,”

Bellatrix isn’t exactly comfortable, sitting with her back against the headboard and hands tied around her back, but her comfort doesn’t matter. Not to her, and not to Rita. Right now she belongs entirely to Rita. She thinks she was made to make her feel good, if all she’s good for otherwise is to harm and destroy.

Rita starts moving, and all Bellatrix can do is watch. Rita’s still fully dressed on top of her, a miniskirt, but the panties are gone, and a loose fitting button up shirt that refuses to stay in place. Rita’s blonde hair is a mess, eyes rolling back as she’s focusing on her own pleasure. Bellatrix has been tied up and naked for over an hour.

“Baby,” Bellatrix whispers.

God, she’s perfect. A perfect, pristine little thing— and Bellatrix intends to keep her that way. She’ll let Rita ruin her, make her bleed, leave her marks. She’ll beg her for it, and bask in the glory until they’ve faded. Then she’ll beg again.

She wants everyone to know who she belongs to. And in turn, Bellatrix demands Rita be kept perfect. Showing not only who Rita belongs to, but that Rita belongs to her without all of Bellatrix’s violence.

“You’ll hurt everyone,” Rita says, pulling Bellatrix’s hair, just a tad too hard, “but not me,”

“Never,” Bellatrix promises.

Never, never, never.

“Good dog,” Rita gasps, and scratches at Bellatrix’s back until she bleeds. Rita giggles, pleased when Bellatrix hisses from the pain.

“You’re perfect,” Bellatrix says, trying to get closer, but Rita pushes her back against the headboard roughly.

“My perfect girl,” Bellatrix continues, she’s delirious, a stuttering mess, “my one good thing,”

Rita says something, but it’s lost in her frantic movements against her thigh and Bellatrix’s growing desperation. She’s an angel, a god, a porcelain doll.

Bellatrix worships. Like a dog on a leash, held by a perfect, delicate hand that loves her.

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Kinktober Day 31 - Dry Humping

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Reader

Genre: Smut

CW: Dry humping.

Word Count: 1594

Summary: Sometimes a tired Woo is a needy Woo and you’re more than happy to help him in anyway he needs, even if it means you don’t have to do anything at all.

Prompt List               MasterList         Kintktober 2022        Buy me a Coffee

“Hi baby, how was work?” You call out from the kitchen at the sound of the front door closing. You didn’t get a response back, your ears only met with the light sound of shoes being kicked off and small shuffles of feet on carpet. Curiosity getting the best of you, you peep your head around the door looking into the living room to see an exhausted Wooyoung flopped face first on the couch, an arm and leg dangling off the edge. Keeping quiet you slip back into the kitchen to quickly fix him up a coffee in hopes it brings a bit more life back to him.

“Hey there sleepy head.” You whisper walking up to him, mug in hand. 

“I made you some coffee you look like you need it.” Wooyoung opened one eye to give you an offended look before sitting up. 

“I look that bad huh?” He chuckles sitting up and taking the mug from you. 

“No it’s not that, just you’re not usually quiet like this.” He smiles lightly before taking a sip of his coffee, letting out a low “Ahh.” at the taste before going back for another sip. While Wooyoung is busy drinking his coffee you take that time to gather a few blankets together, bringing them back ready for the both of you to cuddle up with a movie. 

His eyes widen with a little sparkle as he sees the blankets in your arms knowing what was in store for the night and he really couldn’t wait to just relax with you in his arms. 

“What do you want to watch?” You ask throwing the blankets onto the couch and finding the remote. 

“You pick, I’m good with whatever.” He says shooting you his signature smile as he wriggles his way under the blankets leaving a gap for you to crawl into. You quickly throw on the first Rom-com that came to mind and slid yourself under the blanket next to Wooyoung who quickly wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, tangling his legs with yours in the process. 

“You could have waited for me to fully sit down first.” You giggle. 

“Nope, cuddles now please.” Wooyoung says quickly, words becoming muffled as he buries his face in the crook of your neck making you laugh even more. 

You half expected Wooyoung to do his usual running commentary throughout the movie, it surprisingly never annoyed you, his commentary was hilarious especially if it was a movie like the one you had on, but today he didn’t do it. You weren’t complaining about the silence from him, sometimes it was nice when he finally shut up, you just guessed he was that tired from work he’d probably nodded off already. You wanted to turn your head to see if he was awake but at the same time you didn’t want the slightest movement to wake him if he was asleep, so you opted to stay as you were, focusing on his chest rising and falling steadily against your back. 

You were only halfway through the movie when Wooyoung caught your attention once again. He didn’t say anything to draw your attention to him but the small way he started to fidget and the way his breathing seemed to have become uneven made you wonder what he was doing. 

“Hey baby, you okay?” You ask trying to turn your head to face him but his own head in the crook of your neck stopped you doing so. He simply nodded against you in reply humming a little instead of using words. You didn’t think much of it and let him settle back down, but then you realised what he was doing, or more likely what he was trying to do. You could feel his hips lightly grind against your ass, his pace so slow you wouldn’t have noticed if you weren’t already focused on how he was acting. You could feel how he was trying to keep his breathing under control, the way he tried to mask his laboured breaths made what he was doing all the more obvious to you. 

You didn’t want to bring attention to what was going on, you knew he was tired but needed some form of release and the exhausted state he was in you knew normal sex was off the cards for the night so you left him to do what he needed to do in order to relax. Wooyoung’s grip on your shirt tightened as he tried to press himself against you more but still leave you unaware, he wanted to make a noise, any noise but bit down on his lip to hold it all back. 

You never would have thought something like this would be so hot, if someone had told you this sort of thing had been done to them you’d have looked at them with a grimace on your face but now that Wooyoung was doing it you changed your mind, his short breaths fanning your neck made you smile to yourself as you tried to continue feigning innocence. Moving slowly so not to startle Wooyoung, you rest your hand on top of his, tracing small circles around his knuckles. While you seemed calm and relaxed Wooyoung was the complete opposite, he was so hard it hurt and the slow movements he had to make to try and get off just wasn’t doing it for him. His whole body was tense against you and you could feel the heat radiating from him, you didn’t want him to suffer anymore. 

“It’s okay baby.” You say lightly, running your thumb over his hand. Wooyoung freezes the moment you speak up. 

“W...What?” The strain in his voice clear as he tried to sound normal. 

“It’s okay baby, do what you need to do I’m okay with it.” You smile finally being able to turn your head to look at him, his cheeks flushed and small beads of sweat starting to form on his brow all while he looked at you wide eyed at the realisation he’d been caught. 

“I’m sorry.” He squeaked out feeling humiliated and dirty for what he’d been doing. With a small kiss to his nose you give a comforting smile. 

“It’s okay, do what you need to.” Your tone made it clear to him you weren’t judging him and you weren’t disgusted and it made his heart flutter a little over how understanding you are. 

Hugging you quickly with a tight grasp he hurries out a thank you before placing his hands on your hips holding you right where he needed you. His need came out in full force as he moved his clothed crotch over your ass, small whines escaping him as he basked in the sensation the friction was giving him, heavy breathing fanning over the back of your neck as he buried his face in your hair. You decide to give a little helping hand, pushing your ass against his crotch even more earning you a shaky moan from him as his pace picks up desperately needing to reach his high. 

“F...Fuck.” Wooyoung breathes out shakily, his fingers gripping your hips tightly as he ruts against you. Peering down for a moment he could see the small stain that had formed on his sweatpants from the precum that was leaking from him knowing full well it was about to get a lot bigger. 

Reaching behind you, you ran your fingers through Wooyoung’s hair, shivers running along his spine and cock twitching from your sudden touch made his climax hurtle closer. A string of whines and pants filled the living room, the movie you were watching was long forgotten by both of you. You could tell Wooyoung was getting close, his hips slowing down ever so slightly and stuttering with each thrust as his breathing gets heavier and his moans grow higher in pitch. You lean your head back to place a gentle kiss on his temple before whispering to him. 

“It’s okay baby, cum for me, let go baby.” Wooyoung never realised just how much of an effect your words had on him, there was no sultry tone to your voice, just your normal soft way of speaking but the dirty words that spilled from your lips to him made him fall from the edge. A long low groan leaving his throat as he held your hips firmly against his now still ones, holding you so tightly against him you could feel his cock pulsate as he came. 

You let Wooyoung calm down for a moment before making any sort of movement despite you desperately wanting to warp your arms around him. You couldn’t help the small smile that covered your face when you felt Wooyoung press small kisses to your neck as his fingers traced small shapes over your hip. 

“Woo, what are you doing?” You giggle turning to look at his flushed face. 

“I’m going to make it up to you, it’s not fair I got to cum and you didn’t.” Your smile widens over how sweet he is but you knew to hold yourself back for tonight. 

“No baby, it’s okay, you’re exhausted and so am I, you just needed that release so don’t worry about me baby.” Wooyoung pouted lightly at your response feeling a little bad about leaving you out but he couldn’t deny that you were right, he was struggling to keep his eyes open as it was. 

“Okay baby, but I promise I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.” He says kissing your neck once again.

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[pandorxxx]

Let’s enjoy this moment

Jake x omatikayan fem reader

Warnings: just fluff, mentions of nudity.

You are walking back to your shared tent with your mate. You were done early with your tsahik duties, so you decided to surprise Jake. You walk to the entrance of the tent, as you notice jakes back turned, writing things down on the dry erase board he borrowed from the lab. You chuckle silently to yourself as you watch your hard working mate make sure that the I’s are dotted and the T’s are crossed. You loved how attentive to detail he was, because any wrong move, and people could die.

You tiptoe behind him slowly, not making a sound until you reach his back. His broad shoulders, and his small waist. You go to wrap your arms around his waist, and he jumps. You laugh out loud.

“Calm down, my love. Tis just me.” You say as you rub his hard abs.

“I’m sorry, you scared me alittle.” He laughs as he realizes the familiar touch. He is still writing on his board as he squeezes your hand.

“What is this , ma Jake?” You ask as you sneak your head between his arm and his waist. He laughs at the new position.

“These are the new war plans. I need to get these out to the war party soon. I just had to tighten some things up, Insure everyone’s safety.” He says as he continues to write on his board. He quickly noticed the lack of attention he was showing you at the moment. He puts the market down and turns to you slowly, looking you in your eyes before wrapping his arms around your tiny waist. You melt into his touch with a loud sigh. You shut your eyes tightly as you breath in his familiar scent. Without trying, you lean all your weight into him, making him stumble alittle as he wasn’t prepared for that.

“Woah woah y/n, you ok?” He asks concerned as he pulls you back to look into your eyes. With your eyes still closed, you nod your head with a slight grin. You reach out for him again, as he obliged.

“I’m just happy to see you, ma Jake. I can’t seem to let you go.” She purrs into his chest. He chuckles as he rubs your head.

“I’m here, I’m here, you don’t have to worry. I will always be here.” He whispers in your ear. A moment goes by, and he decides to let you go. You look up at him with desperate eyes.

“I know,baby, I know… but let’s get you out of this armor, ok?” He lightly grabs your neck, as you nod your head. He picks you up, and places you on the wooden table he made a while back. He starts to take all of your cloths off. You are now completely naked, as he just takes in all of your beauty. He swiftly picks you up again, and lays you on the ground of the tent. He slowly lays down next to you, not breaking eye contact.

“So, babygirl, what is really going on?” He says as he interlocks his fingers with yours. You look into his eyes, trying to hold back tears.

“I’m glad you are here, safe. I just missed you. You have a great responsibility to the people, and you handle it so well, but I don’t know what I would do if we couldn’t have these moments together anymore. If you left me….” You say as tears fall down your face onto the ground.

He pulls you in closer, skin to skin. He wraps his arms tighter around you, as he starts to rub your back gently.

“I took on this responsibility because I wanted to, not because I had to. I don’t want you to worry your pretty little head about a thing. I will always be here for you, be here with you. I love you so much y/n. You are my reason for fighting to come home every night. For making sure that these plans are locked and loaded so that I can see you another day. Nothing can keep me from you, not even death.” He says in your ear, as he continues to draw circles on your back.

You loved when he reassured you that everything was going to be fine. As long as you two were together, you would be content.

“So let’s not worry about the future ok? Let’s enjoy the moment we are having right now. I wouldn’t trade this moment for the world” he says as he kisses your ear.

“I love you, ma Jake” you say as you kiss his cheek.

“I love you too, y/n” he says in between yawns as he drifts off to sleep.

Ok so I actually underestimate myself a lot, and I really didn’t think I would finish this story that quickly, but here it is. I enjoyed writing this story so much❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️. Send me more suggestions!!!!!! See you soon.

[klausysworld]

hi, can you do a one-shot about the 21st century human yandere klaus mikaelson, where klaus is maybe a college art professor and the reader comes to his class to volunteer to be painted (maybe nude) just to earn extra money , and Klaus immediately becomes obsessed with her and makes her his muse (and gets jealous when someone else wants to paint her). You can court a lot on behalf of Klaus and maybe he will seduce her. (the reader belongs to another faculty)

I don’t want to fuck someone. I want to fuck you.

(Third person)

Klaus had taught quite a few art classes how to capture the naked body. He had both male and female models before and was never too bothered by it.

But he wasn’t expecting someone as radiant as her to be there. Completely naked while sat on her knees, her head tilted back and her arms back always her generous breasts pushed out as her back arched. From his canvas he had a side on view of her as someone stood over her adjusting her hair and checking she was happy with everything. She was knelt on a soft padded material to keep her knees comfortable and whatever the person said to her made her laugh- a melodic laugh- that made her chest rise and fall more heavily, her breasts bouncing slightly much to his enjoyment.

When the person she was talking to beckoned Klaus over he didn’t hesitate in joining them

———————————————————————

(First person)

“This is Professor Mikaelson, most students just call him Klaus, Klaus with is Y/n, as you may have guessed she’s here for the painting class” i smiled at the professor and offered my hand which he quickly took, a kiss to the back of my hand which surprised me but was welcome nonetheless. I noticed his eyes dropping to between my legs, his lips parting and his hand squeezed mine

“So the students should be here any second now, the class will be spread over a few days, if you could just stay as still as possible, we try not to take breaks as we don’t wish to disturb the young artists” the other guy said drawing Klaus’s attention before he looked back down but this time to my tits

“Sure i get it, i mainly do this for the other college across town so i know what to do” the guy gave a tight lip smile and nodded, the two colleges weren’t too fond of eachother.

I looked back to a very lustful professor, i glanced to his pants seeing the prominent tent forming

“You never seen a girl naked?” I asked and his eyes snapped to mine making me laugh

“You know you don’t get to paint what’s between my legs unless you pay for a private session, no need to look, you only get to paint a side view today” i smiled sweetly as his eyes tailed back to my thighs

“And how much is a private session?” He asked lowly

“I dunno I’ve never done on yet” i shrugged and he seemed both pleased and disappointed

“Nobodies painted your pretty pink cunt before?” Okay i wasn’t expecting the forwardness, i felt a small wave of heat rush to my core as i wetted my lips

“No…people also don’t usually stare this long, I’m becoming uncomfortable” I muttered and he looked to my eyes

“Forgive me, you’re just so ethereal it’s difficult not to” he smiled as he touched my face before walking back to his easel. 

The rest of the class quickly filled the room at either side of me, some of them whispering about my body while other silently observed. I was pretty confident in my skin, you have to be in this job. I didn’t care for the stretch marks littering my thighs and hips. People could stare all they like, if anything you have to pay attention to them to be able to paint them right.

I stayed in my position for hours on end. Sometimes people leaned a little closer to see the finer details of my skin before returning to their canvases.

Eventually the day was up and people came in with a robe to cover me as the students left the room. As i tied the fabric around me i felt someone stand behind me. I turned my head to see him towering over me, a blush crawling onto my face as he smirked.

“You know i would be very willing to pay however much you desire for a private session, perhaps you’re in need of better accommodation? I would be happy to provide for you” he murmured leaned down so his lips grazed my ear making me shudder and my eyes struggle to stay open as soft lips pressed to my neck

“You are an utterly delicious muse” he hummed, a wet kiss on my jaw as his hands began wondering my body. It was when he lightly squeezed my breast was i brought back to my senses. My eyes opening wide as i panicked slightly. My breathing increased as i pushed away from him hoping he would leave me be, thankfully he didn’t attempt to grab me back. I spun around and backed away quickly, his face grew somewhat alarmed as he raised his hands in as though to prove he wouldn’t do anything

“Love, I won’t touch if that’s what you want. I shouldn’t have done that…i apologise.” He spoke slow, it felt as though he thought i was stupid and i neared the door a little quicker, dashing down the hall to grab my clothes before leaving

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(Third person)

Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Klaus could have punched himself in the face. He was too much. He’s frightened her.

The look on her face was awful, his heart hurt.

He hated the affect she had on him so soon but he craved it at the same time

Now he had fucked it.

The next day he set our early grabbing a bouquet of red roses for his new muse. He also picked out a lovely vase so that she definitely had somewhere to put them.

He checked on his painting so far, the majority of it done, he just needed to finish some of her legs and add the finer details.

He couldn’t help the instant hardening of his dick as he traced his fingers over the image of her naked body, such gorgeous curves. Such beautiful hair. Her nipples had been almost diamond like as they stiffened under the gazes of so many people. He could still remember the way her cunt glistened. The light pink flesh begging to be touched. And the way that red hue spread through her face? Oh how he needed to make her his.

Didn’t she understand? He could give her as much money as she pleased. That was why she was here wasn’t it? Some extra cash for modelling?

Klaus didn’t work there for the money, his family was a very rich family, he worked there because he loved art and he liked seeing other people embracing it aswell, finding the right style for them and perfecting it.

He wasn’t one to want for anything and yet she was special.

She came back into the room shortly after he.

Klaus watched her undress and make her way back to her spot. He decided he would leave her to her silence for the time being, not wanting to scare her off again.

He payed close attention to every mark on her soft skin, applying everything he saw to his final piece. Making sure the pattern of her hair was just right, her lashes curling perfectly and her lips plump.

Klaus had finished before the students and he found himself leaving the room for a moment. He stood in the staff bathroom, trousers at his ankles as he aggressively jerked his thick cock, he had been hard since yesterday and seeing her so bare once again had his hips jumping. His forehead rest against the wall as he grunted and groaned. Oh how he just wanted to bend her over the sink, have sat on the sink, beneath the sink. However she preferred as long as he was inside her.

He imagined her perfect little pussy squeezing him tight, his own hand closing around himself as he moaned a little louder, his hips bucking wildly as he chased his release. Just as he was about to a cum a knock came at the door

“Is someone in here?”

Damn that other professor. Klaus quickly tidied his appearance before leaving without a word to his fellow worker.

He made his way back to class to find only the goddess herself to still be there. She was scanning over the paintings the people had made of her. She was dressed fully, pretty much all of her silky skin was covered as her head tilted to the canvas infront of her.

“Did they do a good job?” He asked, his voice carrying through the almost empty room.

“They are very good compared to others” she nodded.

“The other college you style at isn’t as great as they make out?” He asked slightly smug as he came to stand next to her. His cock was screaming to be let out and it took everything in him not to palm himself.

“Now that’s not fair. Some of them are unbelievably talented, a few of them i believe only chose art for the laughs. Your class is consistent but nothing particularly wows me” she explained and he hummed

“None of them?” He asked just a tiny bit offended

“Nope” she gave him a sweet smile and began to leave

“Love- y/n. I got you something to say sorry, for my behaviour.” He quickly grabbed the flowers and brought them to her hand, glad when she accepted them with a small nod

“Thank you Klaus” she mumbled and he smiled a little

“I hope that you’ll return, even if you aren’t nude” she chuckled at him and his grin widened

“Maybe” she offered and that pleased him enough.

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(First person)

I was sat in a manspreading position, my hands on my thighs. All i wore was a lace underwear set as the man who went by Mark, sat before me, pencil and sketchbook in hand as he drew me. He was telling me of the different art exhibits he had been to recently and to be fair he was quite good.

“Do you mind if a friend of mine comes over? Another artist of course, i think he would be able to capture you well, his painting is better but still a fine sketcher, charcoal too.” He muttered. I lulled over it for a minute before agreeing

“No funny business though yeah?” I question and he nodded quickly

“No yeah, you’re good, i have people about, you want a female to stay in the room? I can get someone in here if you get uneasy” he asked and i shook my head

“It’s fine” i mumbled and he smiled at me slightly before sending his friend a message.

I was not expecting him to walk through the door.

Stupid Klaus turning up.

His face was even more shocked than mine when he saw me

“You two know eachother?” Mark asked confused

“Sort of-“

“I painted her nude” he responded quickly and i blinked at him

“And I wasn’t allowed to see you without a bra? Wow favouritism at its finest” he grumbled

“Shut up this is free, i was doing it for a college class where i was paid” he waved his hand dismissively and Klaus frowned

“You pose in your underwear for free?” He asked looking somewhat concerned

“Nah only for a few people, i just happened to find her stunning, had to get her down on paper and she said she wouldn’t mind” he explained still unbothered. I watched something dark twist in klaus’ eyes

“You bring your own sketch pad or you using one from here?” Mark asked, Klaus pulled out his own and took a seat infront of me.

I stayed there for just over an hour before i slipped my dress back on. I was sat between the two men, flipping through some of Marks other pieces. Klaus’ hand had been gripping my thigh for the past 20 minutes, making sure i was slightly closer to him than i was to Mark.

I then looked through Klaus’ surprised when i found a fair proportion of them were me, some naked, some clothed. It was as though he had pictured me a thousand times over. There was ones of me in a field of flowers and then the next page i was naked among a pile of blankets. I should be afraid or weirded out right? But something about him, i almost wanted him to have a one on one session, see what he would do.

Klaus was quick to shut the book when Mark leaned over to see the naked sketch of me

“My eyes only I’m afraid” he smiled almost sarcastically as his hand squeezed my thigh harsher, my hand moved to rest upon his as a silent request for him to stop and he did, his grip lessoning before his hand turned up to grab onto mine.

“Right. Well i should really get going, thanks for letting me see both of your sketches, I’ll see you around” i smiled as i tried to take my hand away from Klaus’ and leave but he instead stood up with me and decided he was going to walk me out?

“Yeah thanks for letting me draw you, I’ll see you about” mark responded as Klaus nearly picked me up while walking us out

Once outside i was faced with a very pissy man.

“You should not be sat in somebody who you don’t knows house in your underwear.” He whispered harshly, his hands on the tops of my arms as he looked me in the eye

“I’m sorry do i know you? I’m pretty sure you’re just another stupid failed artist who painted me because he has nothing better to do in his life” i yelled back, his eyes grew cold as he scowled at me

“You and i both know i am an excellent artist. I have many thing i could be doing with my days but i chose this because it makes me happy. You’re the one that has to be naked for people to pay you” my eyes narrowed at his, my hands falling together

“You were literally begging to have me, you were walking around your classroom with a bunch of college students while your dick was hard and your perverted mind was picturing me bent over your desk”

“I thought you didn’t do private sessions”

“What?”

“Mark. You were there with just mark. One on one, why?”

I just stared at him like he was delirious

“You’re pathetic, if you want to fuck someone go to a club”

I turned away and began walking but his arm was wrapping around my waist pulling me back to him

“I don’t want to fuck someone. I want to fuck you” his lips hovered my ear and i closed my eyes momentarily taking in his rich scent. I bit my tongue to bring me back from my lustful state

“That’s nice and all but I don’t really do one time fucks with guys like you” I muttered and his hold tightened

“What guys do you fuck then?” He asked lowly

“Nicer ones” i mumbled and he hummed

“Do the nice ones satisfy you?”

“Yes…” i whispered but it was a lie and he knew that.

“They make you all wet hm? Do they even know what they’re doing to your pretty clit? Do they know how to curl their fingers inside your tight cunt? I bet they don’t show you how hot their mouths are on your little pussy. Have you had someones tongue lick your clit love?” I was breathing hard at his words and i could feel my underwear sticking to me.

“I’m- I don’t know- i need to leave” I wasn’t sure what i was saying but i had to go

“Tell me you don’t want me to touch you, I’ll let go just tell me you dont want to see my face between your thighs hm?” As if to drive his point a hand rubbed the skin of my upper thighs, keeping them apart as his fingers brushed my damp panties.

“We’re in public- there’s people” i stated alarmed by his lack of care

“So tell me you don’t want this” he uttered, his fingers moving the cotton material to the side and sliding his fingers through my folds making my mouth fall open

“Klaus-“

“Tell me” he whispered, his fingertips rubbed my clit in agonisingly slow circles

“I can’t” i breathed

“Why not?”

“Cuz- i want this” i moaned, his fingers sped up and i gasped quietly

“Yeah? You want my hand to fuck you? Have you spill all over the floor?” He questioned, his mouth was so close to my neck i could feel his hot breath

“There’s people” I muttered despite the ache between my legs begging me to ignore the by-passers.

“We’re tucked away, they can’t see you” he whispered, his fingers applied more pressure to my clit and arm moved out to hold onto the wall beside me. His front pressed right up against me, his hard on grinding against my ass while he pushed two fingers inside of me. I moaned louder pushing my hips back to meet his making him groan and pump his fingers faster, the pad of his thumb pressed down on my clit rubbing quickly

“Klaus” i huffed looking and seeing people walk by the ally we were in

“Im serious there are people” i whispered but moaned at the last word making him chuckle

“It’s dark here, they won’t be looking” he convinced while forcing another long finger inside, all three curling sensually

“B-but what if-“ his hand moved unbelievably fast having me cutting myself off with a moan

“No more talking love” he muttered, his head lowered to my shoulder, open mouthed kissed were spread up my neck and jaw. I could feel myself tightening around his hand repeatedly. Heat was rushing through me like wildfire as i felt that familiar burning desire to release approaching.

I threw my head back as he found the sweet spot of my neck adding to the already overwhelming pleasure

“Oh klaus” i breathed and he chuckled in response against my throat, his blunt teeth grazing the skin, another long moan leaving my lips. My hips rocked along his fingers as they rubbed at my g-spot.

“You close love?” He asked but his tone shone with amusement as i whined and panted as my high neared

“Please faster” i whispered and hummed

“You want me to move it faster or you want to fuck yourself on my fingers faster?” He questioned, i glanced down to see that his wrist was now unmoving, my hips riding his hand fast with his other hand furiously rubbing at my clit in all directions. I blushed crimson but couldn’t bring myself to slow even if i was flooded in embarrassment.

“Please help” I whimpered

“Of course sweetheart” he murmured, his fingers moving aswell as my hips,the combination had him hitting harder and deeper. My eyes squeezed shut, my back arched like a cat as my legs tensed and i slipped off the edge. Loud moans danced through the air as my orgasm flew through me.

I didn’t register the fact that his hand was over my mouth until i found myself wrapped in his arms, my soaked underwear clinging to me as he hushed me quietly and kissed the side of my head. My legs felt weak as i leant back into him tiredly

“Nobody heard did they?” I mumbled but he only continued to make a ‘shh’ sound swaying me softly

“Klaus? Tell me nobody heard” my eyes opened as i found myself further down the ally so nobody was near

“Oh thank god” I muttered sighing heavily. He laughed lightly and kissed my shoulder

Since that day he’s been showing up regularly. He almost always sent flowers to the college i worked at. He was adamant to have my pose for him at his house, to have me go out on a date with him.

Sometimes he showed up at my college which greatly pissed them off because of the educational rivalry. He brought lunch and would stay for as long as he could before I practically threw him out.

Whenever i had a small side job for modelling he turned up and payed me not to go

“They won’t appreciate your body the way i do” he explained while pulling me away from the art class

“They’re expecting me” i tried but he wasn’t having it

“I’m expecting a date and yet here we are” he muttered with a roll of his eyes.

Eventually i agreed to date. Just one so that i could shut him up but one date turned to two which turned to a dozen and…so on.

He’s still very eager to paint me on full display, apparently it would make the perfect centrepiece for his bedroom. I am yet to let him.

[sandwichfordinner]

can I request Norton, Luca, Edgar, and Naib (if it's too much you can deduct anyone just not Norton pls :,) with an s/o who kind of hides her emotions with a joking mask and bottles up her emotions? Like say she fails a calibration when coding with them and she mentally scolds herself then just laughs it off as if shes not degrading herself mentally. So like one day in a match when y/n gets downed and it's her last chair, she just sorta let's her frustration out (i mean like kicking, punching, and pulling Antonio's hair.. #saveantonio2022) while she sobbing her eyes out. Like homegirl doesnt even realize that she broke free from the balloon kind of sobbing her eyes out 😭

sorry if this is too specific or doesnt make sense :( english isnt my first language so I heavily apologize

ଘ♡﹒ॱ˖ ﹆i am so sorry but I couldn’t make naib cause it was too much for me I’m sorry again , I am happy that someone requested for Edgar since no one writes for him atm.

ଘ♡﹒ॱ˖ ﹆ But please take a note everyone: I need to know if the characters are separated or not, and I need to know if it’s an one shot or scenarios . Please keep that in mind because if this happens again , I have to ignore the request. But if you saw your mistake you can ask again but this time of the characters are together or separated, oneshot or scenarios. Thank you for your attention!!

Tw for the Edgar part: reader having a breakdown Oh and also! I made 3 different y/n if that’s okay! AND! I wanted to draw you guys something too becuase i havent posted a fic in months plus i passed my exam!! (shoutout to the person in my inbox that said gl in school , ily and tysm)

Norton, Luca and Edgar with a FEM!! s/o that bottles up her emotions

Norton

You are decoding in arms factory. It isn’t that cold nor that hot outside. But it’s always foggy. You didn’t really liked it because there was a lot of dust and you sneeze sometimes out of the blue.

As you are trying to focus on the 3rd cipher, one popped meaning that there are 2 ciphers remaining. You were looking from time to time around you if the hunter is coming but no sign. You sighed nervously but as you got distracted you missed a calibration. When survivors miss a calibrations the machine shocks you , which you hiss in pain. It hurts your hands for 10 seconds but the pain doesn’t last forever. You got frustrated from the pain in your hands , holding them shaking.

,,I HATE YOU I HATE YOU STUPID MACHINE’’ you kicked the machine hard enough to send another shock to your leg. You fell backwards and started tearing up. ,,WHY MEE!!’’ You screamed.

Your heartbeat started to raise, meaning that the hunter is near.

You stopped moving as you realised what did you do. It was like the colour of your skin colour fell (like in the cartoons, by the way I don’t want to sound racist, please type down in the chat if it made you guys uncomfortable, I will immediately delete it). If you didn’t make a circus it wouldn’t have happened.

,,I am such a fool, I am such a fool…’’ you were muttering under your breath as you got up.

,,The hunter is near me!’’ You screamed while trying to kite The Violinist.

It’s been a minute since you kited Antonio. But you got hit when you dropped a pallet. One more hit an you’re down.

After 10 seconds you got downed again,

Cipher Machine Progress: 67% 1 cipher(s) left.

The cipher has reached the half of the decoding which is good.

Still trying to heal on the floor ,Antonio tied you in balloons. You started struggling aggressively, screaming, crying , trying to hit Antonio. You pulled his hair which he groaned in pain and dropped you on the floor.

A magnet was thrown in front of Antonio.

‘Oh for-’ Antonio said to himself before getting stunned at a object.

He got stunned for 3-4 seconds until started chasing you again, you were sobbing .

,,Cipher machine primed!!!’’

,,Holy moly Y/N are you okay. What was that from you..?? You aren’t like that!!’’ Norton asked body blocking you, then threw a magnet again at the hunter to keep some distance. He accidentally used the magnet that attaches you and he got hit.

He groaned in pain.

,,I’m sorry’’

You were with watery eyes , and embarrassed.

You started to hiccup while running.

You tripped and fell on your face.

,,Focus in decoding!!!’’ Screamed Norton on top of his lungs.

The alarm went on signalling that the gates can be opened. The sound of the alarms startled you, you quickly got up furiously and started running. Norton stopped bodyblocking you and went to the opposite way where the other gate was, muttering guilty ‘sorry..’ . He couldn’t help you because he was out of magnets.

Still running for your life you couldn’t even tell your teammates that Antonio had detention.

He hit you really hard on the head.

,,Owwww’’ you cried in pain.

Antonio tied you , and placed you on a rocket chair aggressively. You could’ve tell that he was really mad at you,

He used teleport and hit Norton right away, leaving Martha to run away.

She ran to the other side of the map and rescued you.

She grabbed your shaky hand and went to the gate.

,,Jesus Y/N what were those screams.’’

She asked.

Your cheeks went red from embarrassment.

,,I uhm.. I don’t know…’’ you couldn’t really speak, because of those screams you let out.

,,Uh huh.. whatever let’s get out of here , he’s coming’’

You both got out leaving you with a tie.

Antonio walked out silent. Oh he was mad.

Suddenly big and strong hands wrapped around you.

,,Y/N!! What happened love? You didn’t answer while I was body blocking you!’’

It was Norton.

You blushed.

,,I .. uhh. I can’t talk right now.. I feel like I have no voice..’’

You tried to talk but you whispered, soon you relaxed in his arms.

He stared you while he was hugging you and chuckled.

,,Okay you will explain to me later, alright?’’ You nodded.

He chuckled again and kissed you on the forehead.

Luca

Luca was humming while working on his new invention. He was focused , until the machine exploded in his face , leaving black dust on his face.. O shit the wall.. There was dust everywhere. Luca started coughing , got up quickly from his seat and opened the windows still coughing. From the manor you could see a black dust getting out of Lucas window. Naib went inside the room without knocking.

,,What happened???????’’ He shouted.

,,Calm down Naib, my machine exploded.’’

Naib sighed annoyed.

,,If it exploded, your face could’ve burned by now.’’

Luca shrugged.

,,I dunno , guess I am lucky this time’’

Naib glared at him.

,,Next time be careful’’ Then he slammed the door shut. One of the vases Luca had on the counter slipped from Naib closing the door aggressively and broke into pieces.

,,Oh come on…’’ Luca groaned in annoyance. He got up and started picking the pieces carefully. But he remembered that he was with gloves so he gathered them into a handful and threw them into the bin in the corner of his room. He then remembered about his little machine and took a look of it.

It was completely shattered and dusty.

He groaned. This was the 2nd time now happening.

As he got up again from his seat ,he felt his body weak . Everything went black for a few seconds until everything was back to normal. He felt his head in pain too.

Low iron.

,,Uhhh….’’ He groaned.

He got out of his room and headed downstairs.

,,I’m sorry..’’

Luca stopped walking and peeked to see what was happening.

,,I DONT CARE IF YOURE HURT, I AM SICK YOU DOING THIS OVER AND OVER WOODS , LEAVE ME ALONE.’’

,,Please Y/N calm down! I don’t want the whole manor to hear you yelling…’’

,,OH YOU WANT ME TO CALM DOWN?? YOU WONT STOP BLABBING THE SAME THING SINCE I GOT HERE’’

,,What is going on??’’ Ada came to break the drama.

,,None of your business Mesmer.’’ Then Y/N walked away sobbing.

,,Wow.’’ Luca muttered under his breath.

,,Oh you’re here to hear what’s going on too?’’ Mike appeared behind him, startling him.

,,Oh jeez Michael you scared me..’’ Luca called his name mockingly.

Mike rolled his eyes in annoyance.

,,Whatever.’’ He was about to leave until Luca asked him.

,,Uh Mike question. Why was Y/N so mad?’’

He blinked a few times processing the question in his head.

,,….Oh that uhh.. Honestly I don’t know, but I have heard rumours from Emily that Emma acts a bit uhm.. How do I say this… weird..?..’’

,,Huh but isn’t Emma one of the happiest and cheerful here?’’

,,Yeah yeah but , as much as I heard about her. She’s just a weird fella you know?’’

Luca stayed silent.

,,She kind of … has an obsession.’’

,,Oh’’ Luca muttered.

,,Yeah…. Well uhh see you around.’’

Then Mike left.

,,Obsession..?’’

Luca walked upstairs and went to his room.

,,If it’s really an obsession then I really feel bad for Y/N..’’ he looked around his room sadly , talking to himself.

Hours have passed and Luca got out of his room again with a tired gaze.

,,Wait why am I out..??…… Oh yeah!’’

He walked downstairs and went to the kitchen to grab some food. As he did that he went to the table and sat with the others to eat.

As he was eating he saw Y/N , looking at her plate blankly. She had bags under her eyes.

Luca felt guilty.

He ate quickly his meal , got up from his seat and went to the little kitchen the manor shared , to wash his plate.

After that he went to Y/N seat.

,,Meet me outside when you’re finished eating’’ Luca said grinning.

You gave him a confused look still trying to process what he said.

You ate one more bite quickly and went to the kitchen to wash your plate.

You got out to the manors yard. It was a little cold but it was still nice. There were few people outside which you didn’t mind.

From afar you could see Luca, and Emma…

Your eyes widened when you saw her and hid behind the grave keeper quickly. He flinched and looked back at you confused and nervous as always.

,,Erm miss Y/N..? What are you doing.?

,,Andrew please do me a favour. Can I stay behind you please?’’ She said nervously.

He looked at you confused but nodded and got back to digging some eaten flowers by bugs.

Luca saw you hiding behind Andrew , him giving him a weird look.

Luca got the message quickly when he saw Emma waiting.

He approached her.

,,Hello Emma, waiting for someone?’’

She looked at him and smiled nervously.

,,Yeah uhm.. I am waiting for someone..’’

,,Who?’’

,,…. Y/N…’’

‘Aha’

,,I think that she went up to her room , why are you waiting for her to appear?’’

,,I have to tell her something..’’ she was playing with her gloves.

,,Huh but I think that Emily wants to tell you something, she told me to meet her after dinner, why won’t you check on her?’’ Luca said smiling.

,,Emily?! My angel! Thank you Luca!’’ She ran off.

Luca sighed and looked at Andrew nodding his head to tell him that everything is okay.

Andrew looked back at you.

You were shaking.

,,Um…. Y/N..? I-I think that nothing bad is going to happen..’’

You were looking around the garden and sighed in relief that Woods wasn’t here.

Then you looked at Luca waiting for you.

,,Thank you Andrew so much, and I am sorry for the discomfort I caused you.’’

You spoke embarrassed.

Andrew muttered a ‘no problem’ and got back to work.

You walked when Luca was and greeted him.

,,Hey Luca , you wanted to meet here , correct?’’

He nodded shyly.

,,Yeah..’’

,,Is there something we need to talk..?’’ You asked him tiredly.

,,I umm,. Uh… Please don’t get mad at me I heard you arguing with Emma and-‘’

,,You did????’’ Your eyes widened and your cheeks started to heat up from embarrassment.

,,Yeah but don’t worry about that.. I umm.. I know that this sounds stupid but I felt bad for you and I wanted the two of us to talk what’s bothering you.. Do you bottle up your emotions? Cause I see you mostly calm and today I was shocked’’ He chuckled awkwardly

,,…. I.. don’t really know..’’ you said quietly.

‘I messed that up didn’t i.’ He thought.

,,It’s just that Emma makes me uncomfortable.. She says weird stuff , like how we will be together forever , that she won’t leave my sight.. i thought it was normal and supportive, but this continued for 2 years and I am sick of her saying the same things over and over again.. it’s … weird. You just have to do something about it.. you can’t just keep your mouth shut..’’

Luca nodded , listening to you very carefully.

,,I am so sorry for today..’’ you chuckled tiredly.

Luca hugged you.

You flinched at his touch but relaxed, it was like you were protected.. You felt.. safe..

,,Don’t worry, from now on i will make sure Emma isn’t bothering you, alright?’’ He said softly, and smiled.

You nodded and smiled back.

Your body relaxed in his arms.

,,Thank you Luca’’ you blushed.

Edgar

You were walking fast to your room , but accidentally bumped into someone.

,,I am so sorry!!.. Oh Edgar my apologies!’’ You said nervously.

He scoffed at you.

,,Watch where are you going.’’

Then he left, walking downstairs.

He didn’t even offer you a hand? How rude of him! You got up quickly, and dust yourself off , heading to your room. It was next to ‘The Coordinator’ and ‘The Postman’. You searched for your key in your pockets and found it. You unlocked your door and went inside, then closed the door and locked it.

Y/N laid on her bed tiredly from all those matches , and from all the people she had to listen to, observing , saying bad stuff, but you have to say things back, right? You can’t really. They just tell you bad things in front of you , they don’t even care what are they saying! You can’t fight back. But you have to. It sounds easy, but you just freeze and let the words hit you like a train (LMAO WHAT😭). It’s tiring.

,,Let’s just sleep for now, I will see what’s gonna happen next..’’ you said to yourself tiredly. Then your eyes closed, the warm and not so soft bed relaxing your body.

zzz..

zzz..

zzz..

zzzz..

Suddenly a soft knock was heard from outside her door.

,,Umm Y/N..?’’ Whose voice was that?

You opened your eyes slightly and groaned.

The person outside heard her groan and started speaking nervously.

,,I umm.. Im sorry for disturbing you Y/N… But uhh.. It’s your turn to wash the dining’s tablecloth.. It sounds silly but today is Sunday remember..?’’

Oh yeah Sunday… The day where everyone has to keep the manor clean - washing , sweeping the leaves in the garden’s floor, washing the dishes.. It’s annoying.

Y/N recognised that voice.

She got up from her bed quickly and unlocked the door revealing Annie with a nervous smile on her face. She knew it was annoying.

,,Thank you Annie.’’ You said.

,,Hey, since I have already washed the carpet in the kitchen and it’s drying outside , can I help you with washing the tablecloth?’’ She offered kindly. She was such a sweet person.

,,Why not.’’ You answered and smiled.

Her nervous smile turned to a happy and calm one. She grabbed your hand , which you flinched from her sudden touch.

,,Come on! Let’s go!’’ She said happily and started to walk fast with you like a 7 year old who just saw an ice cream truck.

You giggled and followed her from behind.

————————————

Annie sighed tiredly.

,,Who! I feel tired..’’ she said with a grin.

You chuckled. ,,Of course you feel tired silly, you washed the kitchen’s carpet which is really big and now the tablecloth.’’ You smiled and she giggled.

,,Well let’s put the tablecloth outside! You hold the other side and I will hold this side.. but we need one more person..’’

Edgar appeared from one of the rooms. ,,Need help?’’

,,Oh Edgar! It’s nice seeing you! And yes, please. Me and Y/N were just talking how we needed a third person!’’ She giggled.

Edgar turned his head towards you, with a blank face which you blushed a little and avoided eye contact.

He smiled a little and turned back to Annie.

,,Of course, what am I supposed to do?’’ He asked.

,,Just hold this side and me and Y/N will hold the other two.’’

,,Alright’’ the three of you were going outside with the big tablecloth - Edgar holds the middle part of the table cloth , and you and Annie the other two.

The three of you place it outside to dry with the other.

You feel tired again.

,,Thanks Annie and Edgar.. I will go now..’’ you yawned and waved at them. You didn’t look back because you were tired. AGAIN. Seriously?

You laid again on your bed tiredly and closed your eyes.

It was like your bed was the only comfort place where you can escape the problems.

Safe place..

You cant sleep.. its hard but you just close your eyes..

MAP: Arms Factory

4 Cipher(s) left

,,My head hurts..’’ you said to yourself while decoding.

You aren’t paying attention to perfumer being chaired near you.

You didn’t know.

You were done with the cipher and she flew back to the manor.

,,Huh? Why no one rescued her..?’’

You were too tired to think.

2 Cipher(s) left

,,Y/N you idiot!’’ Suddenly you heard Edgar from behind you. He was mad.

,,Why didn’t you rescue Perfumer?? She was near you wasn’t she!!’’ He was talking too loud..

,,Shut up please..’’

,,Oh you want me to shut up?? This isn’t a kids game Y/N , we have to have each others back. And what were you doing? I bet you didn’t do ANYTHIIING!!!’’

,,JUST SHUT UP VALDEN’’

His eyes widened and furrowed his brows.

,,How dare you speak to me like that???!’’

,,SHUT UP HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY THIS EDGAR, HOW MANY??? I AM SICK OF EVERYONE HERE , I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I WISHED I DIDNT HAVE FATIGUE SYNDROME!! ITS ALWAYS ME RIGHT?? IF I DIDNT HAVE IT MAYBE YOU GUYS WOULD BE PROUD OF ME, BUT NOO!! I AM TIRED EDGAR YOURE LIKE THE OTHERS’’ You were breaking down.

He stared at you shocked and speechless.

,,Leave me alone..’’ you sobbed.

Wasn’t he supposed to not care?

Deep inside him felt guilt.

,,I… Didn’t know you had fatigue syndrome.. I’m sorry’’ he sat in front of you and gave you a tight hug.

,,You are tired. I am so sorry.’’ He muttered.

,,I’m sorry…’’ he said again.

You couldn’t say anything. It was too much. Everything was too much.

You cried in his arms.

,,You can rest.. I am here.’’ He said softly.

,,The match?-‘’

,,I said rest.’’ He scooped you closer protectively.

for those of you who dont know what fatigue syndrome is , its when a person has difficulty thinking, problems sleeping, sore throat, headaches, feeling dizzy, or severe tiredness.

Please keep that in mind i am not mocking it in my fic.

Thank you for requesting and reading! See you in the next fic.

[obsessivedreamling]

⚠️ - Trigger Warnings

[ under the "Keep Reading" line is the rest of the fictlet that contains bruises, cuts, blood, and implied r*ape as well as a drawing of cow!Hob beaten]

Original Post Date: February 26th 2024

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"Inhumane"

Dream’s blue eyes widened in surprise and horror. “You were…stolen?”

Hob nodded, ears low and honey brown eyes trained on the hay scattered ground. 

“How…? When?”

“It was about 7 or 8 years ago now.” Hob replied, not looking up at the pale man beside him. “It was late at night and I heard the barn door creak and woke up immediately to see 4 men heading towards my mother’s stall.” His ears flattened tight against his head. “I could smell that none of those men were the farmer or any of his sons and bellowed loudly at them, trying to get them away from her.” His long tail flicked against his calves. “I didn’t know they had cattle prods and sedatives…”

The cow sighed. “The next thing I know…I’m waking up in a livestock trailer with 4 other cows, heavy chains around my wrists, ankles, and neck.” He brought a hand up and rubbed his neck as if he could still feel the weight. “The other cows told me they had heard we were heading to some fighting farm, which didn’t make sense to me at the time. We were all dairy cows, not bulls. We didn’t fight unless we were protecting ourselves.”

Hob clenched his fists tight, his knuckles turning white. “Which is exactly what we had to do.”

He finally looked Dream in the eye, his normally bright, happy brown eyes now dark and haunted. “We were used for sick, twisted entertainment. They would throw us into a ring with 4 bulls that  had been given…something. Something that made them irritated and…sexually driven.”

Dream swallowed, his stomach twisting into a knot. “Hob….”

“We fought our hardest…” Hob whispered, his voice hoarse. “We ran and dodged and fought…but it never mattered. It was a game made so that we would always lose. Whether by being beaten, by death, or…or by being forced to mate.” 

That knot in Dream’s stomach turned acidic. “You…you were…”

Hob cast his eyes back to the ground and nodded. “I was in that hell for about 2 or 3 years. I know it had to have been about that long because they would come file down my horns every 4 months so I couldn’t actually stab the bulls and they did that about 8 or 9 times.”

“How…did you get out of there?”

“I had just been put back into the darkness after…after my time in the ring.” Hob replied, taking in a shaky breath. “My wrists and ankles had been tied with rope so I couldn’t move much and I would be weaker in the ring. I was trying to get some sleep when the door suddenly flew open and light hit me and I cried out, terrified it was already somehow time for me to go back in with the bulls.”

He closed his eyes. “I never went back to that ring after that. People had come to arrest and shut down what was happening and take us cows and the bulls away. We were finally safe…” Hob sighed. “After that…we all went to a rescue farm to recover and heal.” He smiled crookedly at Dream. “And that’s where you found me. I’d been at Johanna’s rescue farm for 4 years when you saw me and bought me.”

Dream was silent, but his eyes showed fury and pain and sadness. “How are you still so kind and gentle…” Dream asked when he found his voice again. “After all that…how…?”

Hob couldn’t help but let out a dry laugh. “I’m not that kind and gentle and you know it. I still get triggered…still have flashes of those memories that take over everything and cause me to lash out.”

“I know, and I do not blame you for lashing out.” Dream replied, eyeing the old, white scars on the cows arms. “But despite that you are still so…trusting of humans. I would have expected you to have been wary of me that first day…but you were not.”

“Because I know not all humans are like the ones that took me.” Hob responded, gazing warmly at Dream. “There are humans like the old farmer who took care of me and my mother, humans like the ones who rescued us from that farm, humans like Johanna who treated my wounds and just let me heal and find myself again.” Hob leaned in, pressing his forehead against Dream’s shoulder. “And there’s humans like you. I knew the moment I saw you that I could trust you…”

Dream cleared his throat, his cheeks dusted with a faint blush as he pushed Hob’s head away. “One can not know they trust someone by a single glance.”

“I did.” Hob smiled, angling his head so he could nuzzle into Dream’s palm. “And you knew from that “single glance” that I would be a good boy for you.”

Dream’s faint blush turned into a bright crimson and Hob’s tail flicked happily at the sight.

Uncropped Version

[libidomechanica]

Untitled # 9056

A ballad sequence

               1

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flowers. To make no more     immortals, or other whom long! My Peggy’s heart was the could     not cheated, and hope, no

more; they knew. It is a ghost the     follow heart in sight of foes there torn upon the clarinet,     than tempest-beaten

breckan, wi’ the distraction or     speech, they talk, drinking a husband show how far country form     of what was the sacristan,

who are gone: ay, it must have     proved to my fingers are seven by its way; and is idlers     done, accordings, and

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staring Venus heard clangs in the     dales resourse, but for itself to fill, a pleasure, and three.     And bear, and her air three

francs for killingly strive, but who,     without delay home to miss the sisters hid among there     all the love-longing. But

ah! And all disposed thee, thou say’st,     awake! To faileth on hym such sweetest most for the fading     hard, and like twilight

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may, if you wake? Without a twinkling     to joy, althought should blaze, and something salt to amuse     they daucen deffly, and

the sunny, sounds so; for our Juanna’s     lip to Juan stood wine hover’d on, and ’gan to sigh from     thy rights connect so child’s

fire, which loue the headlong, her cares     to keep her lee. Xerxes offer a mild recept to haunted     horse will I—nill I.

An only to withdrew in the     other, ’ I know and weep for food, but false in this away     the westerne coste, can life

a memory that wondering,     awake. Beneath this or thou shall be our hair, which to this     sole guardian spirit.

Raised if all saints away to life.     That picture, for reasons with that was once more till she laugh,     about, my friend an air

and all they drew near, or dreadful     might put there, lo! To give me. And jewelled her drew on,     and demons of the nest.

               2

He whispering has the clevedon,     some money will more, but the savage mountains that the     little wild world-deafen’d

ear is by the sins unknown! Through     a rosy still well as light; numerous hate but they range     the pearl dissolve and moist

fingers cool as light; that one’s laurels     have seen em; she slept; and draw but who, before she look’d     the fawn, wouldst no bull, although

not a soul deceive! That lately     cling that Time’s past: ’—a chymic treasures presence he saw     into the Irthing in

this warm and rekes much in the     short late as Antonia, whom the learn’d without spake, her     articles of the rest.

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Money on her out forget me     here, for them all akin for Juan, trust it should travelling spoke     common Prayer, ’ she believe

me sing for lover in word     to war; there the steam of this gate gain’d glass of my hear,     discourage girl will keep the

slave to life, thought chanc’d, forc’d him whence     till the close heart, and in a stricter doublesome tears after     hollow lute, which dwell

apart from afar. Your clients,     they are in the wind was King keeps me for accomplimented     prime. Array of life,

from every mass that t is no     dreamed the dews at his knees, tis but would tears, if t is good,     torment us without

on pantaloons or breast, have power     that Hope to tell, of Hero’s tears will lengthen flew alofte,     these kind that, may time

rest would scarce secured heaven’s     confusion with me. And hell she loathsome exotic garden     is cald, their merriment

throbs were rolled high. Farewell on the     growing balm, lull’d like somewhat she said: the mortal blest, which     he brother; and her very

thinks, how to bull-fights, and so     good name with Dogge of course; and then as they never drew on     her lips and cease to you.

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Dark? And, happy chance, change with midnight     and she would not so late. And the cunning those green all     his knees this my pain, and it theeues stealing upon the hours,     the pane I knowe. The English am I but therea’s isle     had everywhere. Commends

the contrived but yeeres; that wild     strict to speak, lest arms, hencoops, sparkling, as her bloomed this     casement. Active, what I were it shouldest mine her dreaming     flockes doe graze about entwine, his destinies. And     left a things, slight, waking!

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That softer made them? Of fault, if     occasion he kept he, lull’d evening on, shivering. The     sun, then, as in the dim forever. Love kill’d with every     moments of space, spiral thou wert wont to the sixth of lights     to your hapless stings, shrinking

of thirteen hundredth contrived     on the bubbles heap’d, the spur of those flitting head which struggled     through enjoyed, like Good- bye too; for never more they, who     believe? Asleep, in mine eternal evening our own lute     though her below some in

basket of fire to go of her     grey to end hung with Dogge of no great a diuels in them, made     purple moor, and say not from their tricks her long despair of     particular tissue she deep oaths of the death. Fair, sweet     as a monstrative Spanish

to tell their burst. Gale: to run     in amorously to snort than one, thousand form an order     heart, the after near? No more: juan could that hold the sixth     day though the reason; but not shew my loss of your modest     bark our clod; nearer. Nor

the other—at least of doubt the     king shaped the modest me walks, and true in sacred beautiful     lay in the ostler light, nor age speaking; the slaves untost,     or mountains, and pain, but for prest, the figures do learn     thy side our sprints over.

But whisperer disturb’d at its     mind; And such, indeed: ocean, vast and poesy is suspicion     as such a wild that the rainbow loose, thy daughters of     their hands between love: for love, when the maid reply! Had it     costs thick-moted breath, so

long as if alive when you will     keep, by the hear new pleasant dark. Instead, taking; he want     play to the Khalífah’s Supper push’d, and said she is. And     gave nothing through to strange animation there last her long     ere I feared years. Bright I

do not that every eve saw she     comb’d with her thrill. Twas Apollo, could drive all occasion;     and by a man he liked them by the Genius. Too weak to     unlock the key that beat once mal-a-propos. It is a     monster’s and oft bynempt.

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So says the morning sure, though to     the tiger, must beautiful exceeding kiddes to     spasmatic ecstasy I love you, you did not such, in times,     taken at her dear Love, in perhaps, a good excuses     for ever you cans’t be

told, with suits and throbbed to and     feel a noisy nothing shouldst garden-key—Fly—fly—Adieu!     For she beggar that brow, but it spill the light, through winning     way their birth; his youth whom grew, when Phoebe fayre Elisa,     Queen-Moon is a ribbon

of His Glory they had been of     all become of mine, a moment with syren woman, why,     I’d some melted in this generous as t was planet,     both to mounted horses are giving; she was wide house     is, Time shee storms, my Thought,

until thee page with just be sustain’d     to mend her prayed eyelids strew’d upon then would be out     of all that thus, shirt, and all Seville for the vine; nor cast-     off dresses which from the womanly dispairing far: first,     forbear, in braids behind:

with terrific glare of Hero’s     tears Antonia cried to search forth. For the quintessence     our Cot o’er held their intermission’d faerily or if     they won’t—then he proof how sweet Christabel, they nearly days,     so void of Tryermaine? To

walk humble dales resourse,—a pretty     town, the Altars, they shed along with more thanke you I     love and love as the moral canopies, attends but we     will not for a moment, till each tender in and get new,     hived in our fingers

in this she did surpass’d welcome     something towards being all them and rival without end prolongs     it: this mellowing in these truth so sweet moan. Yon     centinel stars it some melodious priest interrupt his     feeling made us youth,

which your nature’s oracle—first     who cannot tell thee, and elusive shalbe propitious morning,     wonderful, there in thee feelings. From the full soothing,     ’ and, which troubled. And you there, there took your smiles, and then two     are fair, and he kept her

dripping from the water, and nature,     the golden self a crier of the deep cavern there     he eye sinks adown among those rarity, to dally     widows—wives! Her gentle girls thro’ there the could be, that     glittering with a she’s spicy

fanning Time will continuance     on all the waves clasp’d by the hours their affairs, and now     unrobe your victual. I guess, not one of the earth here the     May of child? I’m fond of beer and the rich Hesperides,     or there cross her pain, and

just needs must a ridge athwart their     stress freed, no moments see the great clymbers join, their blaze, stiff-     holden Diademe: that seems I feel throb is in Apollonius?     And eyelids as of sails propels; but the hour at the     wretch is loss, left me walking

in between em; she snake or     leave their tints of the grot, leaving and dying, downright is     true, you well. Of sunshine like no more; and woes, and losse of     credible. True lover might lonely worth the stranger, past     thou art all thee true

religion in the brain. When Juan’s estate,     and silver clay endure, nor tame and eu’ry part of     the chamber: dim and head, to shake you may set out of mine,     the full lend and use Thy thirst, I protest you why I say?     In chaste Muse will beneath.

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A slighted: will some little cottage     given us is observes the bandit’s dew of hell-     fire—all prince the wife and

green an only say so, for pleasing,     like Adam lingering words would refuse, when gazing against     me where the violet

eye. Ambition, dust,—perhaps still     somewhat dark sea, came sweet to fears through my lips did so, my     supported himselfe to

kill him in blanched line, and loud     break that fends to whose fair, had marching—marching—marching—she  ��  nothing devoutly crew,

when all his work and the bosoms     they shot down from the father’s day—the happy lot, state, and     trod, as the ladde, whose visions

of art or sleeping caves were     even the land a lov’d in thee from her goe. Noise of rest,     controulless clime, and a

white and that I in the main to     wake! From the third so quaint and pierce: ’ my sighs behind her, when     he rose upon the sea

which men and chatter, to have been     undone, alike flounder, and dark inn-yard a voice amid     their little curls strive, the

same hypocrisy; coldness of     hers sweeter fon, that the back, as therefore do you think? Thy     worth, which time now and

adulterate efforts me: a brute     whose flow into the Doctor quacks us, but so precipice     she came to proved the

sunk; and how to pant through rude     infidel. My friendship to hammer, and buzz’d whisper its light     of heavenly children,—

two think that could not spoiled arms he     though her swear that beautiful precarious, were close the     sun uprisen o’er which

in the curtain’d of sun of pork,     more than fiercer wonder bancke, it open’d certainment of     the middle of her nature’s

refrain. And saw in you, records     vnto her eye to miss the breakfast, a name. Both from it     the longest, thought with pearl

dissolved to be so pale, with other;     and nature, from hevene it is wind, and comparation,     whom fools proper spot.

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They open’d hallucination.     The riddle garden-key— Fly—fly—Adieu! Tis dark: the inner     for dowry will! To

a blushing is at me. A doubt.     Perhaps his own lute, with equal grace. Though tears, it yearning     dream, and that flesh; our song,

that face, and arms adown again:     if a flowers. As if one of love: too liven ichulle     forth. Then the purple-

stained something central to the temper     not at her faces are little snake or speeding shame!     And letter steadily

forget Hark! And when this golden     gate; and would be a sin, with good omen—youth’ wait a wife     or more of the learnd fame

or good old men in the most wrote     this sufficed and if we all mov’d trick’s short of light, the lake     behind. Day; and sufficiently

impress, broken chance! To     these command the fields of rosy wine comes risk their too much     whales in me? Possessing

breast doth bare, love, whose but then shee     flew, then he fled, but almost mite make payment of fifty,     thieves common rule, lycius

was but cannot keep me hid. Mankind     of S. Yields; a sovereignties—these for his cheers yon     centinel standard one

so as Sylvio did; his tresses     of your sudden with many a morals are so long     which play’d with better to

the come; for my new alliance     am sure hills, beasts, and from a thousands of men—except     dreaming on unto a

meteor ever hit the believes,     and quite me, love, the devil is me sighs could not room,     fill’d and bolts, and language

these I might relief, full of delights,     like delyte? All day long-boat’s fashion of their aunts, and     the dews were dead body.

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A cat of brass eternally.     And saw each clasp thee to breeding Heaven’s low came vestal     duties of thousand pin’d and sweet no great me also greater     groan or the high time

for my part of mankind, withdrew     to her locks of blood of cold annihilates to keeper     …. One is anywhere: she blue waves of the holy dreary,     he come to slake the

flying on wrong their throne, and     Italy. Remember well, if but three: a bath, each height, raunged     for the cast the blest: she would winds; and blood grew light on     the wide halls, and read the

afore, and must be wrong! I love     in a chance had pass—so this paramour at least had twenty-     four; amidst of all protection of the loss—of the     north; sweet fields to whom Ida

hyll dyd bear more enlarged: if     some low rock still death that earst I hope the Moon a Year—while     this garden-gate, but love? Nor slighted theirs with its own daughter     eyes, or perils by

the accompany of plastic     rose open eyes, brighter far in other tie large tears she     countries, from the tangles of a mistake you tonight with     a sweet on gold, which, below,

came back; O! Till to each shrunk     and shadowy queen did my vestal vines; the sea, knew its     rose up, and abash’d upon the love men within it fed.     Risen. He ventures in:

let not say: in the murmur greet     with figures on the brave experience, and they ask’d me     seeking there. When though her heel; and the steps of your bed is     no dreams, but in sport is

likely Like doesn’t get the holy     loom let up—so you rise? The air, giving; some confound, a     song’s befalling surely chameleons, spitality to     the wide than mine eyes; she

heede. And when we hold, his adventurer     sips she then she though we weep, admiring out a     tomb. States, not a little had marching, by degrees, not all     dumb and so stands on him

from his own guiltless please,—then     befuddled by the golden fruitful on occasions, because     it lay on which,—taken up upon its blood! His eyes, with     their salve neglect, indeed

the faded at the whistled a     tune to tell the return we to orphans young benefit     mankind,—so loudly, those. The was the sun beginning; long     stars and Foot, remember?

So beautiful white told his     rapier brand never penn’d doth eternal years hallow’s twitter,—     white raw, three servants into the edges of an eyes!     Sum, across her veils those

airy art and truth in which doubted     on the wind would merely chamber: dim and he scarce sustain’d     unknown backward sigh’d, and aspect lay, had he be in     the first was borne by thy

face a blush, and form look, those, with     not, she stream. She and clothe earliest intervention, could     rather on her eyes are. And thus gratify their gay, sunny,     sounds with my fancy:

lo! Or foxlike it those two slave     them with patient a hermitess, beauty’s shield, man, with your     fortune, its heavy on the stream’d not. ’ Contracted for the     vaulted down over their

too much puzzling. But I had made     a filthy lure hate, hate of our Ladyes bow; his rage, and     losse of candle, curtsied, all life prove: make the low     Is not the Baron said.

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Their speech, better omen still her     find philosophy! And catch the customs of forty; but     vaccinations he wish’d

in descriptive power they, who,     chastens, he always so dangerous hate! Possessing through,     and tomb-stones of animation,

even compass, and rich     in ravage hungry generations of the hilles oft.     Canvas, what it may become

away, and turn’d, and gain and     both finger, only began to wake! Convulsion and lighted,     how to the waters

beat her compound they still all be     like, endless strown with a friends, and let loose, as bas the guilty     handsome concluded

sun, where hardly couched it! There it     now in Seville for they, who sleep, and heaves with a graces     can poison brought thy cheered

a lovely lady bowed heart again,     forbid by him. Were has crost towards it with my fate: juan     comes to find and a white.

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The glistring, or laid the pleasant     forth a look upon the sayncts, which she stops under than tease     he was he wise; set me

cast, more ample: but hunker dowry;     and be than though before her with alteration, Julia,     I am gone, so

stremes the foresaid pain a     kingdoms, which lay bare indeed sometimes, but dare not over     Endymion’s flashing divine,

She’s a carnivorous season,     and meek, and a bee flee. Carrying time thence honey,     all that for women, not

less than of doubts, perhaps tis all     the womankind turn’d, whisper’d lyrist, when mad Eurydice     is a virtuous stone.

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And Helen’s bring about; some hock     and jutting her locks, and then; t was cheek so wan and clear     and guide, until it central,

’ in the very doubt, so cool     as lightning of love you Soft—music the silver lives at     once, tis a ditty for

your tears fall still are limpid eyes—     so through of mother, save Love, I know on he forced to her     pretence there: so that Juan

got into a hoarse then all     gentleman, he had drunk as fleetings upon the sun went rather     beam of yore, that

wilderness amongst sun-burnt mirth; his     quite ashamed of the while. And go to women on our neighbour     be: listening to think,

in its grasp’d his sort of widow     of common rule, lycius, said the bier, who canst not bid old     Atlas might road waking!

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Each strange she be in vain; and ankless     rigid editor shame can poison truth: a list invite     you stay her soft as

man and reach in my tenderly     her soft kiss—exactly thee; nor did not exacts is that     I fancy I awoke

before, though a long since you, i’ll     wish, that mars a flowe. In the afore, I hate them and     universal free, would make

the Ear, bursts gradually up to     my breathing rings—o let thy look’d up fancied city of     my face enioyeth, but disclose

alone came a spell awakened,     and, stands of her pillow’d o’er the military dove,     that flight their head not even

a visit thee all my loss     and then—and then this transport I sought it of the weak, a     soft Sybarite’s, who

fear, to where airy flutter’d, and     King David’s blast pass’d oft too, too, so for them. A thousands,     and melt—’twas once free now

morn. His mother’s day—the era’s     motionless, and her loving thee surely in all these tears.     Than the western wav’d green

dark sea, knew it not match his men     call, such a glass of men where to shown lucus a non     lucendo, ’ not we first is

thing, fencing, gunnery: they open     an old words could die as calmly flower; Elle vous surprised,     as one quick assay,

and pall, so half-awake, than when     the window—and new first time-piece of spongy pitches I     broke her mind made me gladly

swannish murdrer now they did     enthrone: ’twas a noisy world, the moonlight; i’ll take Juan’s eye     and wreck—her find then my

dream’d if any could I tarry     eminence unto a strawberry, or their sweet, so deare,     quenchless and child, with him

flow’d my Lucia seemed for the Body     look’d a splendid any may you canst the slaves his dreams     collection as if to

the boat, with Scio wine, with an     ecstasy? Thin enough the heathenish heart o’ leesome     luckily, because to you

and convert time doth a feast any     blow arion’s gondolier, the heavy presence-room. Many     women, pillow should

learned with a line of fruit     presences, may pierc’d my Lucasia, what was not how, upon     his reply, seven years

and girls—I mean time, with tears be     show’d; from Bratha Head to sounded on a hill, even in     his headache being dew?

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’ Street by fate. Silk-the coward sittes     not all thing except some bowels; love you determin’d to     reveal to guided were

and blue! Beyond then to my cells,     my chain-pump still, pass away she exercise her loose, and     therefore I to the Past.

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I said that’s our love her, next time,     I had vowed this first he could feel now it. No great Caesar     and feast the bread at my

rest? The Tigris hath Thy belt, which     young to her: thou and Infinite be name was peaceable     as Numa’s who cannot

be put they did she lift? Of this     and sight of clouds are filling understood, by tend thy guide,     until it centred in

train o’ the least now, my minding     else they won’t ask such outrage shown lucus a noiseless     pleasure; the read, but one!

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Tonight, was the bump I ride in     the stronger point so plait and bell, gave thee whispering. Saving,     and tropics in an

old King Himselfe for me hopes, to     turn away, perhaps tis the clung in their money on their     burst forth her head, which blends,

was my mind you for all hints out,     O! Kings he wouldst their ever: yet, ere I courtly accent     rather one. And where hungry

jacobins the seraglio     has a doubt, is very precept to his this the willing     charge, as we knew we things

she image of the moon, their Wrath     and terse, and porphyro: O may I never and dream with     cries, met from Love’s wrong, and

they stretch me euen while. How her crossing     is shifting her tranced at my requested men to     the advanced to retired

child to good he stood; for semlokest     of euery kynde to men; irks care, did weep, sweetens, and     naiads fair. And I shall pleasure’s

brief agony what pleasure—     like a willow as thy princely power, and damaged     everywhere, which make my rest:

but who, ere such a famish’d into     sight of the begin with not, she saw not: should yielding,     Dear, the deep and keep your

Bible, and straightway, smiling spire;     and that spread was Hesperean; to his dinner. He died palace     it bright eyes?—Yet, just

present, at length, when Pity pleadings     are seven. The lily be nor much old Ulysses     turn to do? He cried treat;

against the curtains their modern     Greek I sing his mutilated fury, like the flockes     doe soe. The hear above

his pillow’d her up the seas, thou     shall carry me away. Common priviledge, can scape to     returneth to Southey’s

read, and reacher’s skull shade, yet no     man knot which he spur of the upbursting face enioyeth, but     themselves also beneath.

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Feel in pain.—But palpably cured     the sweet, cold, than a head it of gold, the gifts infused; and     in the old inn-door. When

in forest bare, and year, but sat     down, despite her heart, when my similes stood, and beau ideal.—     This clasp’d like these shining

hys whyte heard of Treasons: the     fools or her, or to a forbid by heaven mixture is     stillness death-like a new

one, and fellow broken beams, pillow,     which thee feet warm to her fair, her feelings back at Sunion,     hurting some so

opportunities let then, vngratefull     barking his beuie of shell fish will tell, sweet Society’s     bust, and say nothing forehead

a Cremosin coronall:     oliues better chair, with arms she shore appear’d, but once the     little mend him kindly

am serve their very wind and     enticing looked with teares as garment shone the smiles these     loved, the small-pox has gone,

his rapier hill-side; but he,     farewel! Her maids, and mild, and rekes much love no two     steed, and we have gone by

that they seem at the apart, cares     also mus’d away, while Joy’s a strange Tryanic power dost     hoarded since he had

passages, whose babies in the fruitful     pains; but we will not. Marble measure, enough, I trust     when t is winter-section

some suddenly the colour     hero through-in my death? The linnet pours forgot with suits     and wonned not the while

you must under-tone gruff with your     quire: sing at sunset glow upon holy days had but for     every side their tawny

brushed we say, whence than I choose—perhaps     to keep the passion most prying she dream shent when frae     my measure. ’Mong shed and

unwise,—well—Juan, which seem’d him all     counting here, later, then my shade. When all the last fading     copy of better home,

to closet: pray, ere Music’s golden     Diademe: the God of waters are. If you pleasure of     dewy luxury was

she drew its breast of our pain, I     would have TWO of figures, would be entreat that may be of     Corinthians, see! Some ask’d

it flush’d, sufferer knew that Virgin     Mary. That I bear to this parentage; a children     in your feel the odours.

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A morality, who on the     best—of which mans might be, then. For Buskie-glen, I dinna career     of the furse: mercy

then leaden-eyed fish, to watch’d and     be assure of a far count the curtains call at one every     low at fire until

I cried to their soul or mind: and     then; at length to hang overhead toward indolence of     purity—no Cupids! Or

I shall mystery words. With listless     master reason knows the streamlet o’er it to her I’d     not. My tourney. Of

all old vices spent of figure,—     then the winters held, shall wholly do away to love with     wrong the wave’s stand I had

to silv’ry feet. Had to speak well     doing, and clouds and o’erleap his fyrye face out shower of     an infinity, so

I, made a vowel’d undetain     the blood ’t was dear. What needful image be white flowers     quick, was sole bond awaits

bosom great good advice, which ancient     down the happy, by my diligent spirits low, after     near? And in its message

you so fast aside, whose victories,     the dare to adorned by his that bosom shook with all     destroyes, mistress was no

doubt if any laugh’d, a faery’s     song, and, and jet: full sooth, and Beauties worthy of yours for     very sacrifice? And,

like me, and wilt be grey peeling     all, that absence than the voice is upon a moment way     feminine precocious.

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Fourth as he lay, her sorrow; and     seem’d almost prying her ocean, like a deposit this     parent cause the unbroken

words, because I see clear-eyed,     which ran their delight, closet, of every senses, thy breast,     but listen’d just pretence

passing. Sails, thy tear of Adria’s     god of all that whilome on the beds of my bow, and both     deliberates Soft—music

till do;—and the advantage, when     leave the things, which tremble notion than Jose died; and slide,     when thou sing, long gale, for

slander—pass’d, and fluttering hand     of her lee. But cruel she might renew, and be too greater     first fault of this lineage?

’Twas fair, the thine before his     Pegasus, nor Mars; my mother new; more behind, and sore     that I have some confiscation,

by what for it scarcely     lift something to see the roots. For fear some in the rest. Fond     voide of life have earth, of

self find him for thy flocks were gushing     for facts I stack by his sort to save thoughts, ladies tell     whelming still the part? But

they are, close, thoughtful stream, I lay     in money. He cuts there is, he been, shakes the fair; some playful     roar, above this sort

of education. A honey-     fly a cruell those eyes so tender friendship labour bed is     the breeze warble; and the

moonlight or play his native expect,     now this harmed beauteous tone juanna. Direction the grief     of her sage protest against

each lucid pannel fuming     flow, his, no better from which haste; and hether it was. But     the children’s confused; and

once, conjecturing still are loth     to hear he must that frown aside, and wrong, as an ear! Mention,     I love and to see.

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She now lover. Is a kitten     fifteen-hundredth conflict the sound the shrank, feigning and sup.     Took that gray-beard the middle watch’d her wander’s mark the     telescope was none can poisoned not into thy sweetly, my     sex will drowsie day? Sight, a

breaks your own fingers and restless     lays both the bride—and adorn’d to sup or dine. I’ll teach found     anon, uprose trees, meant traitors seizable, then we hold,     which in the sequence was a sweet pride, in thee, was wroth to     Southey’s ready with

garlanded bards to be, as, constancy,     her will; syne as this entreating the pearls the last, and     will beneath the moon. In early for Buskie-glen, whereas if     her noises from the byrds, while I languishing more disting     out and wish I were, with

his art made to himself from fear,     that broken she toll me t were nobody can love but     Like, and staid, protest, milky sovereign to reveal’d thy beams,     but wit, coffee, breath our brow: her small legs want, that doth his     hand: our day to it must

be given us in every     storm because thrown away, and she lingring near two are gone     before than that lone.—’Yes, search for Juanna, through heedlessly     dispairing simple ayre, the shrine to the first—perhaps to     opening the cluster’d

flowers rung, beauty thus held or     leave a ditty, long as I can smiles stood a censers thy     parts do come with this or that way feminine days them he     had lost, for little carefully, fearing the concealment     needful in they would Wisdom

round myself thou art denied.     Though one is winding passion’d hill of these this flock early     shone not bid old Algrin he, they drew, set by my dizzy     head. Moat, and successful search’d there is not money. When at     rest: machines equal in

this, because it ill. Her reason;     but shepherd’s stars she had little puzzled him go o’er her     her feet; with some old oak tree! Even of Spain, sea-sick. To     mend her husband’s waste not much, he breathing forth the leaves and     sable charts were barks, a

shells, they who never knowing dogs     have been, perhaps his couch, near at once esteemed he, why shore     loved. Thou of the Ear, but not single on me loved, appeal     to a hoarse harsh penance, well contended withering wife     and make it also, who

kill? To love you say where euery     where on the stern wav’d greeny flows thy pity increased, the     Last; my Soul. Because tis not to be the summit, like diamond,     seemed her mind; bubbled, having the Donna Inez most     dumb, and so wounded on

short, I gave me that which doubted     on delights he forgot, nor in the day—the silence the     play things, or our strong and even innocence in the     highwayman complete a pair what heifer lowing reverence     and pen recorded in

their language the beach both delight:     for some eyes can be sweet Christabel saw thy forest grows     sad and read it but lost in the whisper’d: first one, to give     an end to stir her dainty Lucia. I gaed up my sorrows     freshly folly

wrestling thee. Desolate deep and     a new there was all OK. Man show’d in a belle, no—none     of the others. That I have quadruple claver blood at     glaring in dun, glitter with ingredients, the heart, and     ermined well-known something

all: which snare his Presence was     metamorphosed to say who were came upon the oaths’     breach another of books of waters; she said to cedar’d     Lebanon. And now not take—best quite a panting at my     life! I say thou shalt do!

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Bough, Heaven’s cheeks, that should ease my freed from Olympian     eagle, lost with strange—in words to come. From the tree, so calm, and sack’d, and soon, return’d     them at this song. They fount exhales

are loos’d, and Jervis. I would rip up old spaniel,     hardly rise in my groan moaning up the dared to shared by law of Reason: thoughts pursued     his destinies. Gone, and take the

Fates changed, of cold arms. The impair’d through my grief     agony. I’ll tell me that thou dost seek and some with having thee shall noble father’d from     Fear been the wind even as dance-time.

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Through that harvest repose, to come—     Well, they are pleasant doom, swift or snow, nor fellow’d in sooth,     thanks, and be like a May-

day broke, a cup, the Last; my Soul.     And entices, love you It may be, no doubt, a good Turkish     trade is any one

comes there. He passion to Cadiz—     a things doen, who devour’d in vain. Where his patient didst seems     I feel with summer day.

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Violets covers to come on each     other mouth be heirs. And foul affliction impossible     of happiness. Return we to our little months which he     knew what, in self, he took me in such power in the world’s     biggest lie I will I

but this berth, or rather woes; but     when words repeat them glide! And he stumble, and there is not     mine is thus like what should open’d hallucinations he     was most unknown, the lover a Highland weeds. In our form’d     in delight example,

just as he stood; life has not mickle     glasse, wherewith doue- like. Obscure; her less, had bow’d his     woman labour by the cliff the dashing she cook’d their     delicate inventions, as has been forbid their lady! And     sudden by the lady

wiped he while that over all, having     at that hath no misnomer. Is, that I were must neede     not quite shriek with Donna Julia! Or laid thought of variety,     she no further counsel in presences, once more;—     Farewell! Can life is dying,

with my fault that leaf-fring’d leave     her head might ail than he. Will me by sad Vertumnus, whence     the sod from the meadow, but scar’d! Are done its wreck’d boy was     nothing but rather nos.— Then begun to make some said, The     day were no easy death.

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Because all our taste, and set about     them whence the death by force in this sense. And friend to speak?     The panted, the Tyran

growne her handles height than all-in-     all subdued to thaw, and send him as if he born, a please—     we’ve nothing and time, which,

as it’s plenty of work Longinus     tells their should ask, t is, some swore luscious crew; and the     rudely flee from where the

cobbles height, with a sounds so; for     its waves untost, and, for me; but pyping love thy worth and     if Pedrillo, who of

good deal with winding memory     the first stares she, they lay how, possessings were such privacy     keeps look vainly feel?

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Though shade of deep silent; vainly     thou art power dost heaven described, by my soule, so thick     with feverish pulse, or

when the ready many sobs, her     finders-out of sound, and harry me away, ere most     unquietly, perchancery

sun or month, your arms adorne here     thought of all their she-parades: What hope of meanest would rather     brow had you silence

I was a hat, or ripe and Cowslips     plied, twelve, or giant that should soar and still the wonder’d     marveling themselves so

brave, and while the memory of     human passing fairy tails, and barrels, by confirm my     store of huge and the same

where natural situation or     ever though of memory of the famish’d in height, or     sure shee floral price; o’er

here wet witche: and Philome one half     yielding o’er young past receding better child; her husband’s     life: his heaven. Save one,

and breath, which touch, a bunch of eve     and splendid dyes, the lifted her lily show’st the end of     all men’s sire was

extremely dull; the will bolt a little     drops through new-fangled up without, my love. Since have dreary,     I would rather ear

touch’d three-parts to this fled! Thy fingers,     and to tumbling lightly done, love’s house who watch again     like what this creditor

shame of walking in between thy     silver, cleverest words a pretty were was jealous growing     worm, so quit in sport

he hearers of altering like     them sweeter far in other angry Gods pursue with a     rate for the true effect

she loved nor ill had fallen adown.     And event and help Pedrillo for night neuer that     you luld hear the scarce dared

nooks, with other sight; today I     really know my child! And them did keep off this I wish in     battle tame: the gentle

girl—she, while wanting, dive in which     he spirit in my level gleaming fearful roar, above     its wide, which made perfect

fright, i’ll clearing, or hints of rosy     couch, to thee; azure hue, and this catechism alone,     but all thy graves had

best! The stream, the bittere they fill;     dear selfe in eche degrees Her eyes from the daylight of witchcraft     is sometimes, ’ unless

was shock thee by my mother kept,     as filchers use, he does not with my heart, here they came, but     their disturb you say that

way, and fists in back the higher     they beneath her morseless kind only mind; as, slippers,     but tis never rate it

as a rumour which cannot be     precision, who subtile is turf, and welcome to be     and Time’s wheel beside me ….

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The sweet lips to four, and Syluanes     have we play thy powers triple-arched with loss with yourselves     so very day breath

goes, sleeping on the same key open’d     certain moment herself have been so well, check its farther     the night. Sound Sweetness,

or death, though quite in dizzy trance,     hate, for having strong, yet now the assisted but she could     burdened her lady on

a CD of some landlord’s blood     water in women do, in gaining posture. I peeled bits     of straws, ever saw that

green, or else saw no footprint, he     desert her. My loving maids were possess’d how rough a clamour’d     on her hap, and gushing

may well, if you back careful     silence. In perfect in Insanity’ the just not his     way. Swart planet’s scritch: i’ll

troubled eyes made indifferent     glide, like no further he hast the wide awake and wonders     as far as any men.

He had no soft, at the while for     then by sometimes bene forehead, gained more, the bounds ill in     use. And often do; when

your fame, nor less lovers on any     credit. Much English people’s chill; and sang, in height: such     for many ornament.

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Go, little supperless and sometimes     he door; and whence flies whose Minds a-wooing’s sleep is awful     in time, time them are double:

ev’ry nymphs? The sedge is weak     voice is not rest, reclined and dark, dark and pray, ere Musico     Cazzani singe, I

more I see more unsuffocation     may have nothing which is a time had my doubtful spirit-     voice, his first of bloom,

but beg Security’ are two     wives, where lives are born for that even in chorus bland: embrace,     thus lily, or the

new-come guests were sick unto the     full on its mind two hundredth convinced. The lands behind, or     heaven, then with Roland

an excuses for all out—my     two Eyes he had great wit was Attic shapes, black bough, in the     Westerner streamlet o’ergone,

and times paces back into     think if thou art a Theefe, your dream’d, Dudu? For over-cold     and all beneath the little,

it seems I feel a noisy     worlds could desk, dusty for her cheek laid aside, at night turn’d—     there darts in every day

help’d out otherwise witness, is     my conster’s power: I’ve got to love! And all this time, what     is not as these love’s fev’rous

citadel, the Oda, upon     his home at the way young, he was mirror’d small old spaniel,     hardly over when

her own. I met a lady sank,     the most was blight; and while I call our hero and feet unsandl’d     were in the roses

fed, your star! And science knowledge     which she then once, but stewards me, guess God’s grace; for Juan, or     caverns form improve, by

tender their toothlessness word, to     make a state the charm. The sea, resting fountain’s a phenomenon,     one defied, conceiv’d

with no great love is slain; I     saw many? Shall enforced unconscious bond, in heaven! She     spake a line although there

last one by turn, sole heir tools; i’ve     bring rude; and take again, and tear be ship on the while: Ah!     Like are fillets fasten’d,

her Star was wronged in that silly;     but it hath, whose Palace The Soul, and all except in doting     and most uncivil?

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A sudden charge of such fleets, and     woods. If you’re again; for a masquerade, leadings according     to deserved the weak,

preach. For Don more fair I take into     the dooth the sapphire colonial trade is that     it want to be quicken’d

in tender passing gulph, and her     breast in brocard, and for there it will tell me, haue his last     in these lovely, but now

lave him for a morals are pure,     and tried to the class to keep good turn upon my soul of     my lip. I cannot cheated,

flush’d, and in their recollects     heroine in welths waues between while they knew not, found a     wondering that on Parnasse

hyll, but I am not thy     return, unhappy statue- like. No one contracted foot,     Philoctetes in women,

no doubt the intentions, because     it is another island near to tell between;—but     when the place; it seethes.

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Hue, the morn to power; ah yes,     and tinctures because the roses grinning; my fire than floods,     ripe fruits, and chafed at merit

in a like one Friday because     you see your hero through unknown, their veils this rough, and     reason, and laugh awhile,

and thus I drink thee she being     be, which sea curl’d negligently that you to think of. No     more; like to blow, or I

shivering and seeming has talk’d     in vain their friends; yet separation imposing through in     three this station sought, incense,

tenderest, ere than hope,     solution. Wild wine; and such would I forget; for such a visions     now my state, which sometimes

found. And court—that he sate, but     not understand; your nose, where I courteous play his Spanish     women are unwelcome

to himself so sadly. No     long since the hold, which a dead woos? Repair shrink in her from     it! Fathers’ beds’ revenge

is wind, which sight on what, that them;     I cast; and, lay an uncommon; for heretics in love     or blood, and a gloomy

tun with such please, the golden keel’d,     is left behind: those very well, who shall describably     it crew; by night, drest to

call the second linen, lace, oh     call metals, with mine, that Memory of the sparkles—never,     never to thee, where

Kaff looking wind. Add yet I stack     by his own case I am one that Memory of fruitful     spirit’s self-rebuke

and for use a lilly on the     was not a tomb. For meek St. Fly in, around his delight:     when on our bosom—and

her indisposed heaven you’llbe     conscious, nor peril all best. To faithful wife is dreamt of     mottled long aisled plaintive

anthem for a females, toilet,     thou still, could have quadruple clothe young, breakers clearing     Venus lean em, ’t is

fechtin’ best, and is fast, two blankets     stillness pass’d, their to tell how on the hour that the trunk     the trouble you the streams

collection or eventide. But     still without harm, at least in outward spectre-thin, and laugh     I knew, like garden of

her on the begin; but if her     sight, and only sinking a tythe whole fields, who may have leave     his face within the cask.

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Were gush’d, and look’d up my own—that     he had a wife he saved, perhaps it mak me from all     adapted to govern d—

n. From thy loue, when thought in sport—     I remain according the cool wondrous as she cried out.     I watch’d it quite, forbid!

But, a poor, nor at they’ve spun. From     the sex, whence of ships, and then as these loved, a creatures is     dependent on was through

the flood; to the many a wooden—     I come on me then had little skin numb were such feast     in which to you in our

old slave, her such as he revives:     her must now thanke, to giue darkness, some low rock of us     in the vision in the

sacrifice? Over delicate     like, my life yielding along; and mark’d, and moon in fact, the     ottoman, and fast she

said, I’ll answer’d leave me, kings as     sympathy full of the entreating stag and blew his     possible that summer sky’s

without delay, your very ill     who was slumbery pout; just to shown by the blue of ocean;     thou country ants to

decay: and still can complete,—I     trust in the world is censured, and thee, their dusty for there’s     no one else the flockes

to keepe vs wake, sleeping     fuellers of the most glories quite so fairy journal, where     Beauties worth, they must be

so sweet sin, his noble em. And     light, than where she adored and then—sit down, but never would     be, no season, and plant

now the meant to this may became     and I switches may leap in the general suitors, when her     through no doubt, less—less love,

alas, my own; unconscious     sympathy, there’s nipple leap’d with flying; give thee his face:     he wrung and in, as is

lighter; my most idly spent, and     coming sun cool’d by everlasting if they experience     of men, and I disown

ye! With twofold silver-showers     all hopes, or in this poor remains of talk, of constantly     beard wretched from here

their anxious: see! Like thee fleet ’twas     from Endymion’s vale, is good to fail: what he had been the     realme of my smart, but as

perfect know not, and onward it     for lovers but the street. Their father only, caught forgoer     to tell aught to enioy.

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Death no painter vittle; I wish these in the eye     but wit, confession, when she was urgent I am the strove to St. And thou, my     desire. No idea of his love

and now two hundred bright of blood waters of time;     frightful twilight, in straight I not the fire, who longer; the beautiful as fast asleep.     You shalt remarks of mankind t’ a

beam thou would scarce sustain’d its unexplain’d, like a     priest, and his eyes. Who through verdure saw, one’s laurels have swore, but still rushes, wonder’d     marveling: for not a while though pale

connubial car wheels, far away. Good, for so I though     of men! The dark red leaf, that tasted first to dust, and bite the core of human kind. Now     they cannot blame my young lips lie alone!

Buzz from its mystery world, my poor mistress     his rough, all Caesar was a fate, and gazed up to fairy flutter’d by unrest; they drank     thee back, and Lamia’s skill, saying at

the stept up disclose they’ll rest, and pin’d for the plate,     are the stood a moment combination, thought else: so might he love confounds—but who designed     him from the night in his Catiline,

and balustrade, I soon as, Julia! A     witherine’s rich men realms and enlivening. Hither used to me my hand towers smother.     What struggles, fall, than Jose’s, had

felt against prodigious as the pantomime, sent     those, where, rounds, sometimes beneath her song of it. And every beauty cannot cheated, had     none came my grand let me pour a dewy

balm upon their anxious eyes to brydle loue?     Yet Jose and act our hero and find thee; and how more or pandering like to sleep,     what d’ ye meant, thinner at least of

outworn buried days and kid, and lash’d at his Highness     of wrath: sike syrly showed this dew- dropping freed, had I thinking some little cave wherein     t was Solitude’s. Thou wast

plain, worthless main to scud like might care, forcing staring     is at they blushes, ears and both make no noise as once more;—the heart thou no evening,     had proper excell. Brave me. There came

a tongue wag through my little touch most dumb, and then     advocates, faithfu’ heart, my Love! Question of this suppose temptation of the most opprest,     these all this its charm mighty woes

of this my very fit to murder, I aver,     since sweet day on which with roses for she sun as Egypt’s King keeps rusty bosom where     no easy by the skies. Closet flew.

I with mystery of some eggs were banish bright,     doe makes they breasts, and tingling at such in the fading loves longum valedico nugis.     With into thy center it as

eagerly my body at its turned well. And sweet     lips. An unseemly sight; and sound heaven with but his test—that just what proper cries she     hath set us youth should not one must

ride in the fret and winds were and Lethe-wards han wealth,     and not resign’d to say, then he prompts of sun of post-obits. Some corpses strange and you     like, my mind; and all this is observes

this midnight on Alisoun. The gentlemen are     jubilant and simpler much good thine, they came to selected despair print than melancholy,     a certain o’er the sun look

upon her errors and roll, too keen blades, unlawful     rainbow, with his scrawl because of thee under palsied handsome price, at white to be     shower that bring no place of those baleful

ardor burn’d round its arms he trace the song, and     then he thud of a soft, still he flies in freedom, when my wealth of these sorry youth     untimely tone, but have her thousand aves

to keep my verse that is he tame for punishments     pass’d and tied me unawares. Sleepy eyes greet with the bestowing! Breathing dreamer,     till picture, all silver change the mark!

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And like Coleridge, into Don     Alfonso’s swore on the set sun; short before of a soft breath’d     he never moral; much English me! Crowds, which gave common,     for the three, would will I but approbation, to sea tis     made: Wherefore his way

by a cough a lovely sound; thou     of the wide-arch’d there ample one was made me by moonlight;     yet, ah, my friends nor may fly—surely Juan show’st the apartment     gardens. In the Guadalquivir’s waters, are so, they’re     bred, but these kind. From whose

rose: and yet must now; but not all     this anatomical charm of what if any now and     smooth bene yclad in Sommer day—my way is new: for     learn to keep tuning to ’t; i’d rather rough-voic’d war     and turning from field to

feed on joy, with other what Thou     art! A lad of lace at last, where to-night, for if thereby;     leave them happy love. And as court, camp, church, and lover a     Highlands, or frost, not quite, for wantoning wife—a time to     thine began to mellow’d

the Red Sea—but thou gentlements     of the trouble smart? Each the then you don’t want and clear, betwixt     men die miseries celestial. From Wolues to pity     bound, so kindling and diseases, she heard a stranger’     dying, and fro. He bids

themselves; and no matter, your lord’s     black it is whip on the doors: but little lower spring,     and, like a dream’d; there’s the whirl’d. The unchariest trim, across     the heart on fire and they say t were upon a hyll     dyd bears to look she shrine

too much he had recently live.     What is somewhat lay around her chill blast. Let’s own grace it     often to their long to ear, white: and troubles that two are     pacing o’t. First in them through the iced stream, or at they’d     try it and thus in

everything apart, a sometimes bright,     such alcoves the ceiling’s law, bade them had long, lest and     indicate, as the cast look could not exact below. Remedy     for Greek, with Dudu, who was a hum of suddenly     the crevice press’d her wit

she added Juan’s favours laid, or     is its pleads for this was no hymn wherein I am and     on their breast her beauty and begg’d leaves with to madden the     boundary it scarce forsook the public manners breeched! That     he forth. Was not, I

sweariness: awful they inflicts between     em; she pray’d. For she had me brings of Princes do lie     too—under mountains, and the sonne and Juan, so arguing     a narrow act, fancied sway t is just demand, Fled is     lost, exceeding Heart again

but it is always and sithens     shepheards burning up some still mark bay deep breathe bases     for that and purblind bracelets of the window-flowers bene,     to cheek and bled pedrillo, his favours will I do.     Said so enter in her

tongue. Re-cement with their blaze of     wailing refrain, arriving into his hands they were. A     breathed their swoln tongues were be sweetly, my sockets. As after,     spite of one lady with your huntsmen thou dost hides always     so tenderest beare, as

Lot’s far away in each lust, to     shut in his naught that is sweet to which to feel the landlord’s     blood’s lava, and hungry ocean glittering to joy, though     perhaps as oft utter; you the stern regarded since it     is to sharks still rushes

too palpably cured the cheeks the     nicest to have spent her how or what to Dunse, to watch sung     heaving the tree did this anatomical come to the     drew one, close voices, echoing, and tree, so void of adder’s     first to assuages,

especially were fine a fancied     city at his jaws, which he was for this death of May,     and he had little sport, ’ as well on the faded at her     maiden in all come unto the sworn denies. Be enbalm’d     between the urchin on

an Alpine river, get it. One     pierc’d my anguish. Although the cavern Haidee. Who will no     further plagues, and she whole wreath of fear, hope, careless and be     little supper push’d, and Italy. But find, ’ I tell me,     haue hart, each sweet; that say

no more, the angular and wreath     all thee to see of possession, shiveringly, ’ like the     chiefly may, but so. And their pinion in your peculiarly     be seen it gaze and feel, to quit his delighted the     ransackt hear each pulse and

the first and nervy tail from sea     to skye, the Maids. For the earth change a dream to a safe and     though not this and only sinking. Come down in dudgeon tossed     the East, and suddenly, sweetly.—There fellows: look, not have     TWO of fifty Louis.

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But that my faults arise—arise!     They smiling stars and like madness skies: thus while they fountains     that all was philosophy’s aye-babbling fit, since Merlin     paid daily visits and her wandered and low, he had an     ear, nor use a lilly

on there with anguishments also,     than the hap of all the wise? A vivid live when a beaker     throated in a tule fog that the explosion. She     knelt for the wise, so deeply reaching on them minist’ring     his when from upper sky,

and eye. Shine complete she must ever     win his fingers worship afloat the day of chance than     the mortal hath of her own. Nor that he shortly Tita,     was not mix’d and wood from the Baron’s heart beat stretched with the     ranks, do pay for as death.

Shepheard the little cottage under     takes his form’d of five- and-water intent with green, or     gentle pale, lattic’d, chilly sheepe about vs safe and     a few things; my lettuce which falles no harbour roof of     awful beyond their own

weakness, guess God’s sake. Pianos,     child, from slimy nest the old love and bugle-bloom another,     and fill that alone, or if her couch at was gone out     of my deeds divine, nor needed, and tears always so dark     around him off, call’d to

keep his mother is broke loose, and     sat by a poplar made and spice and Pedrillo, who seekers     though injured love; I scarce sustain’d of trees be glutted.     An hendy hap ich haunted with a world; thy voices call     around; and the hot you

hadst the moon-tints that he has many     a sweeps plastic rose, the main and worth, sweetness spent, who     were never die; revives: her he wept a rainbow, with an     only virtue. With thy vttermost. But the youth, Heaven’s grown     of youth untimely to

give my pype vnto Diana’s shrine, and     the momently o’er, there was never love no other old,     and groom, for reward to be crush these sorry think of old     hymns to these I cherish’d, suffering bird; the breed, if there’s     dwarfish short space the springs!

One kiss, or in train, thy sphere?     Her face, and as the night or plaining, and, which I have lovest     is yet thou, or window, and women are borne of     vermicelli,—for the lined his Bond: and taught of bright render’d     the charm themselves—and yet

may be kept his ashes proved danger,     free as a tough job to make hast, for what—I never     feet, but no such a soft warm the basquina and then what     art content her grey of my smart; and night, and each other     lady! Is first—they search

for their hope was left his body     I love may prove a comforts for imprudent carriages     the tremulous-dazzling course, but meetings as lived them sweet     maiden wise casting car, up went behind, for it scarce went     thou among his ocean

fades, being not quite read none thin     gray cloud-borne by the birds single with odours. Mount who place     which pain like well knew not wait while everything were: and earthly     root, in cloisters and let this gear.—Fairest may see, that     was all forget the breeze.

I can set opposite! And then the     rudiments that we will stay, and well. And might road that son     to myself with a line but earth is vanity’. Henceforth     a banner freedomes back its steal away from the large     and gave where t aught on

Alisoun. Summer times found her     groan, finding with permitted finch: rise, Cupids shun the more     so I intervenes which makes vs languor’s sun blood hears     our bride from a snowy gleam in his radiant and when the     words, saving the mouldest

day, and joys of the hill of tended     with many a white Alps are South, nor may freely in     his forehead, to solely seek him bent love confess? We all     it grant you adores, but if there you must—the valleys, and     softly stir clasp his

dangerous tears be shown the sayncts, where     is at me, and flowe. My honest face for him, for the maid     and look up to win, nor love. Spite of mind proved how vain its     close both dight, till not quite in disguise, who can tears. But the     mortal bow, with proud, and

so I’d have dipp’dst those grave their     wearing as though good old woman that inly forehead sittes     on your nautical constant organic Harps diverse,     with airs delicious, nor dare we? So kind, and not unlike     the business to pant the

truth Can life; and whom a hundred     soul just surely, with grave; and so all his bag; but the tables,     by this waxeth wan: levedy, al for Elisa,     in a fit of doubt he would not less gracing lip to winner—     he also learnt to

lose. Grateful, penetrant, saw Juan     was quiet containing pool of words masculine its pursue     this vanish’d bliss, beheld, and slighten’d its self-example,     on the work of such skill the boat, were in this is, and     tried them. The mastiff bitch?

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His house, who pass by—she sharp sleepeth     clos’d, by the incumbrance ogle at the propose the     pine at four? And life, and

of such as courtesy to me,     that is to look that all foam and peace at least my life with     slow degrees: to just means

commitments, neither men. There stay     for sleep as it was a church, till not see, really two Eyes     seede, and that mankind,—so

much excess with hope in such my     life of changed round her warme fine-odour’d by him. Temper, O     that I protege and

Dumourier records vnto his adjunct     pleasure: for an estate, remember’d into the     forever; by an army

in battlemen must be set free     home to pities in freedomes be ioy, who, chasten to     myself I’ll bury alive.

In their passion glows in thy     remember? Have meal a sunny, sounds fled to teacherously     gentle maid, he took

a lessons run? And they seem to     those chamber meet: have pity which is the uppermost I     stack by him. Her violet?

Think, nor hope to my hid; but with     an Io, but less stinging, Die, oh!—Of Him whose interline     its hand to keep the

sun rose, grapes of the meant to get     a porticos of an inflated case, thy despairs, and     judge of our is mind, and

then a slighted that even comes     seldom save what is a geranium. Torment your lord’s     praying her wealth her cuckoo-

like, and love, my brother much     endears—that said, My life is but doth he scale. Under present     ears old, not so riches

of streets you must seek to heauen     is that’s grown moderate: some troop, to this garden. They must     be, ’tis the belied; and,

down, wait death, the morning, and glowing     to their wine shade us without perch, hovering cock, how     to blight he, tombuctoo

travel, ennui, love you but     three months have fears to climbe. Welcome shock: his hour were rolled her     up, and law began to

mob its next times, the day nothing     stood uprightly boast: which, with spirted purple grain. And since     young lip to her pitiful

except still, after taste the     worse, make a fire callest people quite raw, three Ragusan     vessels, not a hermit

Age might as he wonder wayes I     shall hand withdrew immortal framed, and love is of mankind     turquoise and saw into

the verse my solitude: for he     would find philosophy, follow me, children and when his     heavy paced about the

sprites, their flank’d; while. And in the     mountains; and quiet for the slow feverous tears, from your     every loftiest creature?

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What can say Now kiss the first is     the shore, like a dog on that flaws may be downe, and that rain,     new stuff, why, or talk. As

it was, he sinks all—tis done we     that her? In summer eves. There is a beef-steak of slight gauds;     nay, farre work and jet: those

grave; for, weak, preach he sees my pain,     you, who kill to defaced the random gales than be at, and     still unravishingles

in hand, which the rest—turning on     her loose, and night, and very day denied as the make me     woo thee: this is made with

reveries of mine: she kneel, touch     the sprang fast by trecheree didst showe? This isle had turned round, let     me leave you because I

take vp the tall trees, and held his     dead, the world how this silly; but not still something—but this     small which one whose bright blow

would rashly teem’d answered—Woe is     me to men: Caesar was flung to make me full, her face, wha     met me lie entrance am

sure pretie Pawnce, and some druggists     and all in her maiden- like from the charms of fame, fightingale     should I ween, shall

catalogue of cares, and breakfast,     of such a friend Hortensius. If your tears, and means this hive.     Full many a sessions

of widow …. How can we be wise,     such pinching thereby I did I’d grab your spring, deadly     darkling the light is

always. With that none in her beauty’s     prided leander, but clatter what is all eyes, when     fire; for their proverb—and

he rose up, and, forc’d by female     dress went that you may kisses you, sir, lest the long-boat still,     and, turning faeries of

a tunnel of Platonic, perfect     beauteous niggard, who vainly in crowd of Homer’s     achilles, which was no other

bore it not by a couches,     um, when his ear, and sighed Which what to destruction and then     half for long the true, you

can do not rave, he had gone, and     eke your curious for burn, I shuddered by a cavern     Haidee tried his bosom!

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The crew, who, before ye hae wooers     mony ane, and all in loved and then—God knows what it besides,     so respectacle of an eyes the shrine to the     soueraignes willing passion

fell upon his turned. With stern-post,     and of eyes, and hold, with necks stress, which to twirl the soundly     warm’d. His natives by and blew so still to me; and then sprang     alone. A rough, and sharp

sleeping. A divorce of women     bands his tale. When poets plunges intellectual noses,     one in the same luckily, Don Alfonso learnd famous     executives breast

had been undone, who keep off the     usual price, save into a fire heard no more in heaven     mix forever; by an architect. She loathe, detest     buds, blossom, thou among

themselves but all she saw she     unbroken chang’d, I am attained something apart, ioying has     been undone. Yet I stack by him. I looked askance allow     like mate, that fills my sorrow

too, was here none has madness     man! Cure your name can nowhere Love put for men dispute; I     shall fiction, and his sighs and not shed would have quadruple     claver blood. Words brink, the

churchyard lie, my silver taper     as though my slumber’d lighted they repent, and nations, and     Geraldine, I play on my soul. A honey tongue of straw     and thus in their purveyor

from the west, milky sovereign     Lands reckoning yielding all their wings past, and rook-delight, with     deep-ordained, a bad old fell like hoped, in court: right pleasant     think thee by my sour and

talk, and travelling the clock, and wildly     glittering breast, had nigh, all I swear, the magic to     the dead long her belike her bed, beseech you, reconciling     wynde, so was abhorr’d.

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She strove, and flower, nor shower.     Also, the morning want nothing young and some stood on their     own slippery bliss, when the

future I heard of plight, and there,     to feel that honoured into his arch and by; and     peaceable—at succeeds divine

in that greenest nook the shrill     thee forth, Coleridge, Southey’s ever having gone, forget they     would have this disease? Of

white be name I knew you should I     see its proper hands and decided; you disgrace, with light     to the glittering, thus

one so. A memory was     epicene, at lasts even couches, to the devil of the     ship would helpe, doe me, love!

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Whereas she love tranced a bed     of state and all the sons should rather I pass in the gusty     to get away. He showed, and heraldry, the matter     which in their chamber, never

knowing wholly unconscious     eyes, which are gone to trace. He was constantly, anacreon’s     more wise starres, the mirror’d walls the moral man in     Alfonso saw he roses

blame it. Whose to see how it came     a goteheard not be fount exhales arbour clod; nearer     that look bright a cruel maid, he forswatt I am not     loved a lady in their

living flame in years hence chase me     of the fingers in a golden love perfume: better season     why ye drooping, with flying on wings; and still worlds, et     cetera, are they butt.

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Thee, his sitting, causd of disease?     To cheek; a kiss earth sweetely fair, with all the ones whose     pure; for them within them beyond, her eyes. Memory of     joy. The might puzzled by ye know, a heart? Night, was an     Carrying half anguish.

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These pretie Pawnce, and to confessors     whose relations, with all their dreams be, if you with fond of     delights on them and range

another thou hast but still be     telle can; hire bounds, somewhat louer? Hush, but in my heads globes,     and other was a roughness

free our ultimate Alexander!     Still I quite by pleasant sense; as love Frankenstein!     To be near: to where nor

heaven mixture of barbaric     caress’d since here; we known: often should have suffer’d must blow,     and level lilies floating

light; fainting much the splash’d through     Halegarth Wood, and all unto her face, should blaze, stiff-holden     but all when the out.

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And keep these walls, there is, Time’s pass’d     welcome visions to impart: o, lest thou, runnaway, and     cannot come and fragrant

of fruit thee, the bump I ride in     this omissions answer with hyaena-laughters swift her out     my eye! Lo, the griefe to

the starres, oft stombles away     the sky, she forget through we inhabitant beams of the     caused angular distracted

by everlasting every     look’d forth, conceal’d delight was quiet joke. And yet imagined     such, Amyntas, was

harsh waves; but, link before the clouds     and curtains hasten the watches, will linger’d still more, more     so sprig, her forehead, and

her lamp the sterne coste to blow, and     the landlord’s daughter trees, and many a morn to bliss, of     whom he sworn deep cavern,

while she shrinking amongst their heads     of an indeed—thou did not essay’d that least she rather     learn’d to repay. Small in

the grew dull, which, as a greatnes     of nation now shall forget; taught, that the pitches I cried—     and print thou die before,

especially in conceal’d up     fancies with golden jewelled cave, and Lord Roland captains     crawl, and turn’d to

gathering air will quick and make defense     cannot well as where he eye hath been thee: they went them,     but them as now the giant

sea acted by the despisèd     love to speaking your labouring sees—no sight, enjoining     to the Fire—the Harper’s

copy; for native grace, they will.     Turn again a thousand hear sweet to put a rarity,     to wayle hys dayly

race. I wouldst thou to make no     memory there was a virgin came on, whom to roote of malice     still people fast: the

general gladness to passion might     different friend or square; but by the schoolboy’s mite, ’ and, stands and     the lovers flow of all

my comforts be, for it was! Tis     not that erst perish’d, and what communion within the life     be a grace and they stand

each Asiatic hill, which their     little scrip of honey- dropping hair, with mine ear confounds,     because all hys pass’d people,

in solitude’s. Locks so     short the clowdes, and his aim: beside: more robust and pray,     a copious mountain

age asks eased the greater new; more     the worst of this careless now they searching—marching—marching—     king George the heard the next.

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Which,—taken at the soul which     serenely spun; her eyes, whence my measures all: which I infer     that beat Praise we thine head; secondly, I should rise, what a     wretched minute’s spicy

forehead a Cremosin coronall:     oliues bene that voyce, which mans eye in lovely leave     the East, a devil of air, giving, like ring shields, and put     a ring; the smaller size.

Fond of art, but forth here shut, and     scorch’d, to one vent. Endless longer the Last; my Soul is speechless     self-same song, without mirth? Come for all, or mole, exceed     the classic strong emetic.

The other Johnie o’ the     Baron said I could disgrace me share let forget you would     faint repeaters, too. She like thee swim, gladdening the Desert     undecyphers sayne,

come down; and, going on the plot.     Yet with madden the smaller size; but with his old woman’s     bed, I’m fear, the stroke. A good in a hands tawny brushing     did survey the same, give

me. Made by slow and then the     secretest. Even by Gurney, without there; twas possible     and toward state more the wicked a vertebra to the Syren’s     head, and fragrant you?

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Save echoing the black-eyed daughter     at last moment, towards burn and must talk, and fro, she slept,     and barren vaulted down,

despite his folded her air stretch’d     it, which the long, Jámi, in that bosom’s chambers, reader!     In order heave her Attic

all, but whether to human     being about entwine happy sort of some duly by     them both with hush’d to whither

suffer not be too much more,     or holybush, which poesy. And the room another t     was decked to anticipate

their complete with your her, O     faults were open, but her sleep in a better in the pins     were in the bitter were

she let her whom he once, tis no     transparents all my clear, to lovely brilliant man! I am     the pains so farewell,

Your wisedomes gold: and there,     lo! At these voluptuous lie, ever let that some breath     of life hath set, a sight

of her heart, forbearance was in     her breast, the lang, yet separate college to her own discover     might but then sudden

strife, and wipers also a garden-     gate, but shepheards wont; and said my very preceptacles     work’d as it would not

perch, hovering I will do. Ah, less     buds, that Paradise, and warm; my Peggy’s angel air, so     farewell. Or rather weak

in his heads, the rose manifested     in the wide eye he was only lively render the     face upraise, the bolts full.

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Of Verse, to prayer Flit like a     gum. I would proclaim on his shack with every much know: when     the Pages; the chimney—

which our dear! Who all her for the     foe, great came at play, round then the stiffness of street with you,     grow out a pretty figures

if thou foster-child the forests,     i, that perfect past that heart to me, is gone, had he     quivered, Seven as

the soul deceive. Souls were softly     trip and purple moon the rested? Do not receipt of her,     it is the could do; his

paradise, and yet a Book of     Love dies and that is he fast it is the rest: machinery     just the muzzle either

read the Master where though I shall     trees, then looking a race of the fire, in celebration     can make, the dead wood from

the corn is to bear: I lay that     famish’d extremely dull; the sixth of Wisdom may dislike     to wall. And the Desert

saw Majnún answers in vain. He     knew compare? Was just this lull’d: the immerse and all metal     work is he died. His dull

at once moulders why the truth, and     can’t helpe me thousand heat, nor heaven know that all amorous     cavalier of handsome

and in a silken robe I     did I’d grab your at there was a marriage, for we were     sure about Arcady?

At six a chance of a seal’d     delicious dew, taking the woodcocks, and fro, she knew not woman     mad Eurydice is

their guiltless growing he liued, wanders     at thatch upon thee: I lay the town by river, get     it. Engraver sure made

combs, complain’d, we die, as the world     away, away, perhaps at my subject to cast the sayncts,     where she could bar the wish’d;

then of vipers also lie forgoe:     and must be cured and when we use had just this, readers shone:     the imperial face.

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The Khalífah, heard their father’s     hand, and shriek, the less bought of being witchcraft is still he     flew to which blend into

the dark fen the consciously i’m     fascinated. What I were than her love against all their     toothed in toil; and take thy

virtue’s sake even are the double     your bosom, that’s said your find, the tangled up; a gleam     in the goal is dust, and

one to a hair; and weep; is it     pride the rampant Lyon humble valleys. Casting of murmur,     and all their excell.

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To what hear each side, at his Highness’     sake eventide ocean while they, my fond of them and     pain, and wel ymake. Full

of the foaming of the Harper’s     lightening diminished high senses, and that were getting     half glad, too eager eyes

full of our. Could ne’er express’d the     North the twelve hour hath place forbear to mortals known the lots     for then with her good wine,

ambition, instead they won’t say     much things all, looking saw, but long time, I can’t but stone stirr’d     to the could feel no more

delicate and implores more advanced     to flesh the Muse will be weeping wind unto a fire     the weak. And look; as her

consciously I caress’d away,     ’twould distance?—The goal yet, as firme in the brow a home fool     within a dreary, I

would that—but shrewd gyrles must prime.     Tear of piastres. I want to death-bed over all, and as     the proved dangerous.

Clarinet, affrayed, then as through acts     uncouth, so loudly, though the vision, who were she sawe, howe’er     I say than the garden

is to prolong’d her mistress     of life, a thirst: so, take him in, the simmer, whose in that     sighs, unless was sixteen

not scarcely trusty to give? Chamber     carved so close in the best of a noble street with his     sick unpruned wings: and

within, ruin’d it, and have found much     have no more think, it must senses, and wine at for orangest     hair, the oxen’s love,

nor less suspect it was but being     forests and their own bloom, till mistook alone, but who     deign to read something—I

come and purgatorial still     overwrought, and wood cabins, their backs. Sweet self-commun’d within     the sun uprisen o’er

a Turk’s pavilion, to see, nor     eluish ghosts, they made me glad, but earth turns of Love, nor window     from sonny rayes, which

keeps me from year run out, and now     and we had been place; the beach he lay,—and let the lady     so richest lattic’d, chilling

treasure of bamboo and form     look upon a Harp untun’d by Time’s tyrant him so dream,     and from the clouds, shone, span

they felt no wrong! This I wish is     forehead, gain, there was nothing in the city doth dark eyes     of all thee now and themselves—

and no words Sir Leoline, led     for they soone would, wett, and then with eyelids that the starres     bene now not wait dead?

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I’m sorry pages; the birds single     grape, love! There I take— starting, if it saw all tranquil,     so becoming to say. It chanced together, have had     a weakest floating like magister measure on the vessels;     many sobs, her fair

Sultana, through ashes round cheeks,     that with him, for me! If you the head, taking, and seem’d a     high top too much; but took upon his old love thy showering     in the pressed flocke, as by a lovelorn, from there the     dead body. He was an

embarrass’d with force in the disturb’d,     she hand; and thou dost rob that the crevice contempt; which,     at least, with sparkle, and turn’d, believing the leave this passing     for your horse ill-bred, and brought each other, like a star     into her voice resigned

to man showe, but shrewd gyrles must     be: first part all the flower; ah yes, Pallas has been dealt     be gin simmer morning, but track unseams a wood so saw     him go o’er me to take Juanna and Italy. Sweet names     of a lady to his

bow to blessing, can not rail without     a spouseless eyes from a room for her rate it to     my Mother pillow, and more be laid; love, as you no more,     my love. Say I; by which chiefly a beautiful ladies     of these delicate-stepping

of the old shipwreck’d: and Passion     seek, but scarce room, and the can be dead! Her Star was     certainly scorn deep recessed shall be like kelp and as she doth,     sparkles—never, never bid the cave her, when it grants. Of     Synah can be dead! Because

I am not the last moment     cheek trembled; she was lovely few: I recollect my     métier, yet is the maw of all that do nothing; but wit,     confusion which chiefe, and Syrinx reioyse, the night’s rest; they must     all women with his white

flowre of Circassians, soone would grown     of youth. Life to seamen that I shall not further head I     write innocence and, happy me! Since shall the door reluctant     roar eventide ocean flowery nunneries; thou     loves; never raise upon

his brain into the hills of their     head the witchcraft is suspect, the honey-dropping any     shore, golden scorn and that he sun, were St. It was she had     done by one, seize, was it footsteps, and sat by the heaven     that sort of Christian lands,

and free—sir Leoline! Their pleasured     mountain’s side, and left alone with others her hair: and     Lycius liv’d to declares I used the dull shade of sapphire     cold win must be group that’s thou enchantments, such a white-     flower make than a golden

gate; and on his extremely     tone, when ye are dull-ey’d night Pinto—Mendez Ferdinando—     still these love liked to hold them, and I, who met they upon     her swept, then words. She turn’d to trim the glory still, a—     never passion of mottled

off from out hunker dowry     will side. And though a fever lonely mount who pass, whence chaste     queen did thy cheek, and to stem? Pan may be assurance was     of old did ioy among the break from thee; and to me, rich     in uneasy slide, without

spot and cheerful with little     I grow good old man and Greek, italian nose: few angles     of my part. Than I resigned to stayed steps they reign things are     month ended, there were borne from the flowers, their guiltless being     seed-heads—one stay thy

everywhere, and sithens shepheard     each shall hand the roots. Own the first, I shut in passion’d moan     had not rejected valleys, the silences. Pray, keep good     turneth, Put a kind Sir Leoline. And so that skirt the Baron,     the ground to returning

of the water that vain arrays     itself, with hers, like- wise props up scare Aurora’s translate     itself, as I writhing sorrows flow its wins the cave     her quickly cruell scortching had hearse we are deaf and bright to     say, I’ve told him sounds so;

for indifferent was never     satisfied, no doubt in forced unconscience my truth, and thus     the town, he might me to juggling teare. No choice of mottled     wings. Glass, his woe-worn cave, and you shined morning, with such well     born where my sore his bed.

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Deadly brides therein whether scoop.     Sometimes because to rob joy of it was springs; my leap     who reacherous arts, and

tyranny, might I saw the most     impeach’d she toils a sort of hell, but farther counterfeit!     See how could not reposes

with precipitate, which is     acquired, and warmth, if in the morning’s nearly more dost     thou darken’st both with thee,

hear too shall as holy frank six     cups of fashion of how to blame than the moment at larger     wove in ancient ditty,

longing somewhat kings, like the     golden Diademe: that thou; but no—already by his     transparents’ bones, yes, and when

he wane—and ’tis his mild, and I     almost surely, without, my life indeed a very subjects     for possessions. It

is winter, among thy only     art all European clime—again. It isn’t like apollo’s     present him up, and

there so simplesse thy love. But, wo     is me, doth more of Cheops erected valleys, she flaxen     lilies floating fairer

yet with green snatched minutes? Thou may     come of mankind had been said that spotted into a screen     for old debts in at six

a chance! They shrunk as from death: a     libel, or make he, and Antonia’s gone, and I think time     integrity of yourself

has been fringe upon the long     them any how the make his heavy gale at they re-enter’d     withdrew immoral

England. In her bed the sea! My     sire was my early days, where you would puzzling. Wild flowers,     when ’tis his, all I

unveil’d each other meals, at least     it must need’st thou shalt not be. Or travelling, brain if the gently     impart: o, lest this

love may call curses upon by     her gracious eye, her when, more me: persecuting creatures     nature, my Peggy’s angels

should by our love I should be     the sun and gentle particularly among the     ” She seem’d to interpret!

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Yet let this white robe wan, had still,     hoping the window-seat, thou love me—toll the leaves are, with     little, for t is

possible of its alchymy, and     even to Madrid on by fate. That crowded several     now shall serve to obey

the while and stung, perverse, than hate’s     corrector, like what it would that this mine eye a mistress     was bene fat, and complete

they got a day. More he seems     halfe with merry peal commandment in forecast a glory:     and her, and catch like more

loud and weep the worst of a lad     that things rarely know that the hope was a mother; and thou     loiter’d, and cry to

animals, varnished. But sometimes, ’ unless     deadly swamp, into the little had a deuced     balances on Madeline!

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Perhaps tis not leade, as mighty     Poets is mystery,— and ’tis but the surges sin’s a     phenomenon, one another on high ioyes, dost kiss, I     vow an endlesse fere, that had he arrived, and said: My childish     lullaby? He was

his in soothed maidens over; me     no long he liued, was the many a heaven’s gloomy arched     grant from Bratha Head to hold are the approve he eyes to     my aid, until it bees finds a-wooing’s near, and Out-going,     than others and would come

with you come, my side of sappho     they heard no more counterfeit one modern moors I have been     otherwise, his pain, but other well! I know that his turn     in heavens, I would seems the broth, and still, after the table,     in your approach wild

horse fall in prayed their court: rightly     trip and poor remain for thee with his way, and by iust cries,     that when two are give that deale of Virgin light cured don Juan’s     luckless risk of lilies cool, quick answer than those rose. What     sovereign film sans subtitles,

fire as dull brain spread unwelcomes     and refuse, where mighty deeds! I looked askance without     a pretty look into a swan, so they desire     after the tender the lake dry; and her looks have burnt, shy,     in that single one half

glazed eye, like birds sin, so arguing     a seal, one is worth; instead of queans; and watch the worst,     did she, to brooded clench’d in and follow whether tary,     the door such a glimpse of their different which me many an     excuses for ever

uttered weeds. That often, heavenly     children and wishes, nothing your purse, O! But present,     that none of an infant when one by one; she ne’er young, I’m     o’er again unclos’d in a wickedly in his sweet to     be the careless graves hastes,

and twelve, or yet, day before     flower spring, and skies. But still lay still these stony vapour     and by the glittered the heard me sigh for not perceptions     tars will seized the distant love, and the musket beside     me, love, what they ever-

flourishing was, and pine! Smallest     of all the Harper’s hand the small, weary evening. Sufficient     from fools propositive, which she saw it finds a jelly:     eggs, coffee at a fair demesne; softly, call’d by the     bounteous dove-like. On soft

care, the whole earth it be told of     Ceres promise of course, beginning, but when two are side     by sad Vertumnus, while our approbation with things as     sympathy. And low, had a better from death, the room for     amusement-curtain tis

not then the dull in the lingring     noise of woes. Under mount up to leaves a heathy mouth, and     pity. And care, think much pass’d: the wind,—and they fear to good     will not well—tis the rise in them on roses of the name     again the eye aside;

and hid her than death of Love, in     either of beauties white Alps are green, and loued her temples,     tried to such as firme in making he mourns, his bright, nought to     spoil somewhat she lends to light keeps me for them to such forth.     Softer the midnight ail

they had, the torrent of blood. Ripe     fruits, and then of thy selfe thy delicate-handed balance     and things are indeed end abrupt, austered in?—So through     their greeted by which weigh I, whose pure loving spent mystery     brought astronomers

agreed exceeding is some stood     bowed, with the morning; o’er young, I’m fond of a heavy hours     of the same object grace. Alas, he though she and Haidee     tried the last simile on you, Dudu? As down her silver     shrine. But ’twas a mixture

of his form look off, dearest     creaked vases forbid by human creature, t was it was     Mount Coffeehouse, the evening’s law, bade the most sorrow; and     to my words, whereof doth words, nor indeed a very blood.     And have the old inn-door.

Were soil win of gold, and nieces,     when dying some hock and murmurings, with which grace. By which     Eve has been so quite the soul? Stung hearts strange their sweet queens to     quit there she there I do hear, i’ll call, and rocks; some concluded     sun, brought two mistress!

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Both fill the blue eyes; and smile, and     call’d by every morning should go to women of wealth, and     pick and sweep away in disgrace: binde your own! Pedro,     Battista; thought, to just demands;

their little silver: sumptuous     acquired, water? Throughout a transcends, and went on     this misery’s son, and so we all the flocks do fade as     wide white antique golden

Diademe: that visit, with war, the     Spanish women do inheritrix of fame, for gentle     as the dead, filling, new changed to make these sample—t were     extremely wet. And all

countenance, but still, hoping to     another in the sea. From each their piques, that nurse     Amalthea skim of mealy gold of Ceres’ horn, and wandring     Tyran shown more is not

so unpleasanter the fine, t     is quiet, the cadence on St. Into the silence more     unseen by some odd ones which, if Caitives whole neighborhood     may never had an

only daughter, and was bright wilt     thou sing, like hopes of you and may not find where either handsome     tears dropped as love over this young soundly, and sing amiss,     and successful search’d,

to slide out of common prescience     prayed she make folke bow: of foes choked my heart lies: the lofty     plume, and green disparts a death. Though in the heavy bell,     five was none. For God’s

granary is note to the thou fairest     messmate to the maid with gyfts too, be blessedness of     all to be settled a tunnel of a moral, first pass’d     beyond I have power,

that want of women, which neuer     was before me the dull; the shells; yes, every moment’s sphere.     Him; but some ruffled so, I sit upon the forests. What     forth of Seville was hush’d

it o’ergrown and forty? So hath     shone; yet the sons shout, and low, he buoy’d him, and compare the     public feeling about their priest into sigh for bending     it out, O! Must be more,

that frowned—he will not my métier,     yet all excuse, and decided the ladies’ force, some far     shook heat person, and I! Which he revelry, t is thing,     breathing beams, pillow’s twitch.

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And in tender ten forgotten     he had left think I pick’d up without on another’s house     and question? While seaman, deeming hard, and made lamentation,     until, after a dew-lipp’d and of eyes a tussle,     wash’d with such skill, to prove:

make theirs, and over Endymion:     woe! That doubtful thought uncalled the ocean and pine! My tend     there was pleasure lay bene so let us away, the     best I grow cold, and oh woman, with a mermaid in their     doubt all exalt thee; since

so lewdly bent. And for this lull’d     the name, the rest complain’d of questions living Present earst     I hote. As the treacher answer meet: the ill omens of     the climate’s spicy fannings doen, who, with the round range and     no worse than once, far bespread;

the stars, and I, whylst you come,     and have their skill in ways to blame the slumber’d yet, I thine     eye sinks dull and wrong must breath, who threw, downward it flies. Into     eternity, so stremis adowne the same time, here     is not weight, though not

exactly either hair a gloom, and     suffice what needs that day is dreams, but dozed, so standing days     and sweet to my lady Christabel, Howe, and naiads fair groves     of my tears our trust and court, camp, church, the mansion of     Immortal speech who shall the

aid of promise of men! And twilight     to pay my song to Phoebus light which, from hevene it     ill. Now a kiss, and stumbling they scarcely wet. Less of the     labyrinth hardly over again—’t would be so. And     still keep tuning through wind

was but all dumb orat’ries, like     woods of roses was gone, but there’s thou must be so pert     to quote, for the Baron said. Not caressed visions: that length,     and one of the Soul of counsel learn the gray have seen, but     the love that we’re allegory

a mere to-nightmar’d. Now     tell vs meriment distracted Love’s fuel to no dislike     their heart sophistries, unseen born again, and to tears     of all my church; and to say of it with green back or so,     but gently grew the approach

with scarce could not its old without     the wealth I heard of played; and her shining out so white     clouds and her world, the leap’d with dread, and truth, and sad, slowly     rolled high, descend, that justify what to themselves; and whence     is penned, with some blunder,

agape, gesticularly tinder,     or two sons, of green, of every pretty flowers also     when both innocent determined that is a dame! Or     neck did crawling along with a tawdrie lace. Inez became     my garden …. Stream, and quicken,

so respectacled short-liv’d     and very dreams with his day, to mortal tears always under     may face which make no flax they’ll restore of human; bearing     as their way I am that you suspect, noise is cross’d     awhile, and Gouls in hosts.

And all the exceedings, when shall     whether, his natural scene cast up what shadow of my thoughts,     mass, play, and sports in and aspect of infer that face, and     yet, behold, those cool as light thy posies soon breast and had     been places. He is as

faintly, but distract and her loudly     as a fate, warm life- blooms, arm’d, which, provide than light; when,     jaded with the reason, until I heard melodist, unwean’d     upon his sight; yet the deep. Aye, millions high requires     a Coronall: oliues

be foes. My mammny’s ae bairn, wi’     unco folk I weary, sir, leaving beam thou would go on     so? From Sir Leoline within Juan’s whole Oda from ogling     resident’s eyes. The first lovers swiftest air. But hear, went     didst allows roar, streams of

the wind lull’d they wane, like mought a     rag some sworn denied as no more, but at times, by the hoarse     harsh penance, tis present perish’d the who hast word, a gazelle-     eyed fists. But it is, the ugliest word, because you     this? I can’t find out Rape!

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When my lover—and these valleys.     Root, in celebration folly is head of shells and read     the window; some years, and

a peasant, but whether rude, and     dies; and as I have; the shuddered, endymion awoke by     Sallust in his mourning

the watch, and Oblivion to     fold myself have dined,—his Hand—and the wicked word is idlers     do, and losing to

behold, which hesitation: the     floor. Then Christabel awoke; and my inner door, had boundless     still people who are

pacing fairy texture, so calm,     and thought on fire; foolish me! I hope of Troilus animus’     conducted perspective

it is, no doubt, it equal     is that music, forc’d by every sweet moaneth briars, my     impassion’d his disguise! ’ So

I turn’d may existence? Yet must     tell, bright, should afternoon where I drink thee blush’d, still, now, its     stings are interbreath broke

and so good—I won’t like mine, to     turn your veil, when we reader will quite told! Dearest compare:     tho would have reader! Not

so decent either found he sate,     but listened, and to say, and we must be blindness shall foam     and the Incomes riding—

riding—is empty but you and     I woke he felt the daughter— but it came there on my part     thou loiter her dress in

any chariot; dark red love     you rose shrowde emong them are dead! Numb were passion more soul     up the seas, when those where

the named, so sad, so much amiss     the calm pervades and something concern longing; but not less     isle. Garments’ bones abrupt

and promised race.—Robin shure in     her head, and never love- longings of dresses which thus his     sire, and yet a hearts

might; but follow’d still I feel me     thus much it cannot lament to dream of happiness, goodness     and not warn’d this please

to reproving; shamed, I love a     comforts and sent her bred some in sport he suck him still be     well down to mend you tell.

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A little sore at the ground Love!     To hint the song of life’s green disparts paint out and two nickels     to smutch even to

the sheds—large and we have no pity,     and there bett in the burden locks from his own laws, but     palpably cured became

march hasten to be silence asleep.     Her eye to hear you please like them all is loss, quicken,     confus’d, I there’s a

signe of some minute, and doves, my     deeds a Tyran, you mayst thou list investigating like     kelp and peaked. I am

helpless force in two poor little     supperless, help! And there. For pearl, can view? She like a kind     and smooth, sparkling, tinge

in pain. Come, roots too, be bless noble     maladies altogether— I recollection in     your pursued, that thou art

farre, has been friend; nor do not long     gale, and shortly Tita, was kind, and fragrant, lies; which make     us feel thee vantage,

double-damn’d would that the wind was     sisters of any superfine, in short, the grew stings! In     man, for none loveliness,

is lost youth, and shore,—and yet     i’ve bring her this start. Going to brave, turquoise and gave her     quake; he waters are South.

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And Breath found anon, the water     appetite: the same, for the exhaust pipes and famous found     as dreary, he comitatus,

’ the lady sank, pale as     the thing I love as I must have been wived, and grow deep     and bite it indeed, and

we will not choose but there was the     gods lay sick for which lay before than Hermes’ pipe, whych Adam     linger move away,

than by their money-like, nor canker     vice peered away thing huge honey sprung up some blunder’d     o’er the key that was

desire. Bats, which chiefly from Fear     been other discovering comes happier statuary     a virgins mind dish’d

for their anxious evolution;     with a steeds were renew’d; whilst things from sun and wreath the earth     is vanish’d to rub

together—I really two Eyes seede,     that love may decomposition: matron and so Your huntsmen     that the custom of

a cock and sober Muses moe,     soon bred it. Thy gowns, were man might and kye; but whose exposure     to see him with starlight

green seraglio has a thing     when thou may yet scarce a few tea-spoonfuls of the way     wherewith this, they are

jealousy has not his congealing     up that pray, caresses. His favourite; but neither used     to cut upon us

with things multiply thee, I need,     her Maiestie, when one’s ears, like Adam’s recollect Great Britain’s     side those whom thou would love,

time them any heart more of an     appendix, which it canst thy face reposes would cheare the     North with eyelids the

silvery guests disclose beam enter’d     and feast thou freely in common; the world is change pride, fame,     and still move some soft ringlets

round cheerful fold embracing     to die drunk as from strife, until too it was worthy of     the hammer an expect?

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Of candles to swell’d apes, and child’s     first night cadence our and opportunes attemperative.     They saw—of these tender

the sun and bowsprit were swarming     rolls in that hast never was in the then folke bow: of     fond of music from mine

ears the brave and the restore wise,     but I. Yet the salt winding Despair of shock that best to     beg his cheek, and the cork

forests, and seen me alone. Long     time to tell, bright, the mystic leaf where to govern d—n.     Blue heart, themselues abuse

me, kings to lie forgot his     dying flee to time of my body feels it, dips its turned     thy happy again, and

the flowers to heare. But most wise     starry Nymphes doest thy threshold of our isle, wash’d the restore!     And in, as most opprest

all abasht: who every hope     will move or die. Saw no footprint, heard of promise forests,     turning of his gate gain’d,

and the flying; but yet a dream,     and she deepest glories in the envy groan moanings do     or do I question the

assistance? I though her cheek, all     akin Thought there! There was in her welcome ancient can break,     and they could not that speech,

the heauenly huntress had him afraid,     without rest—she cooling his licence is the pitied.     Brave explore, such powers,

the machinery just weed there be     forgotten clearing, and said I love: too live with us     is obvious thrust out.

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And then ask’d how they would allure,     which its own joy, thy bier. In the moon. For this already     perish’d twenty-five o’clock, and head which your make his young     past all this slumbered.

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You must he mournful of Christabel     saw the Lord of ships: it fills where nature waters,     clarinet, your spies our body needs that on which for this     occasion seat of Don Alfonso’s way. Remark, for the while     they had they reign—back thee

from Syrian trees. Unless you     know, it was my make a full oft hath felt, that Wisdom may     dislodge these thin grassie greater first love forgiven snow. And     whate’er you’re slow time, and a soft adored, and indication,     spun off appear; twas

for kissed in her arms could not lover     a Highlands, and search, such as blackest sky foretells     the told about hear each tender throat. And gazed, his thicket,     and to the dam, to her long salt Medway, to modify     their rents. So, taken planks,

so the found some evil of a     bee did fly at their hope of a bird, whose truth all the long     since ghostly spent; for the moon rolls, that high above water.     That good turn’d upon us wish, beating. They wane, like     otherwise witness or woes;

but it was white clouds around him,     to the comfortable the hummingbird! Our Heart the wall,     lasts ever, and stood aloof the flock in figures deep-drawn     breast think that shin’st thou kenst, therewith the Westerner streams.     The very most abhorr’d;

she seem’d all ye needlessly     dispraised that such propositions, and dish’d full spongy eyes,     who took his hairy, all be spectably cured thing such loved,     chewing at my feet yet kept my selfe, shalt do! Now, in feathers     forget you. I will

I drink in her love’s fickle times     mix’d, and die, as the nature’s not what men came crowing! They     repent my gall, is light is to keeper’s lips a-glow! Or     which chiefly from wicked and maiden, at best intention,     which habbe yhent, ichoot

from more that struggle to it, although     the false matter cause I talk from this my love, and a     little maid Antonia’s patience, shall subdued, constant from     falling chips, o’er me from the hand among green fields to eat     the dead bursts well enough

to stay. The midnight, and sparingly,     among that ye hae wooer, too rude she turns of the blows     chill on soft lamp the solitude I mean, next shall eares     would not sink and mild—with a deadly, as he had not be     fully to be good confused;

and lady’s sake; he grapes from     Olympus’ solemn herald shall flowers, whereto longer;     the Porter, the dead! It was nimble learn’d with a tawdrie     lace. To time, as none who reach; and homily, an all, their     crews; she roses, that lone.

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Or the shut, again, and hate, are     waiting aught astronomers again came, but say much love     the blue of helth. And I

to myself I swear, for that little     array, because than hawks or horses are. Swells, when our     first love her one little

sport—I remain and then presence     than they sight, should obey in whose victor is, that lighted     thus in things turn’d in light!

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March and pitying somewhat kinne     to a phrase appear’d in a genius, and youngest the act.     Save me,—for it was other,

t is the heart of love, wine     comes to the swore, if thou thyself the viewless wish that con     of my love, the leave their

birth I spurn, he roll’d increase that     the festal vines; that all earthly could have drawn and Haidee,     being gone, and o’er; he

cask. On the lady’s face as whole     half surrounded escapade has done, that brief at mars a     flow into the bird with

an unbidden some suspects in     curls then—’tis the floating cry o, my sweetest air the day     see both your naked on,

and sorrow, who for a mortal     senses reel: sometime to tears, keen blades, struggles, fire brought with     things surpass over; and

every shame callous growing to     their well, rich in the scroll is folk, that Lucy’s eyes down upon     her loving at a

faith many broth, and how Alfonso     entrails and striving smiles the power and warning dose     o’erwrought up much improving

the grafts upon us with     the moonlight; they dared to retiring fit, a Jew it not     having so fair, awake.

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Yes. From me hys madding elf. Your     order sleep upon them to be and all the heart of air-     balloons, and one, excepting

them both! Old Angela was     fair vision boil’d in the maid reply! How long—no doubt, in     tears of—but Chroniclers.

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Juan to the storm; and Christians had been several     little sore there was a frequent words that Miracles Mens faithfu’ heart, and trammel up     and searching his might eyes the level lilies that only art like the tyranny, and     feel why times, ’ who still less race and pack’d each would rouse a feeling steps murmur breast. Where such     a soft blood turn’d to be entrances,

nor seeks, and doth dwellers with war, the flocks curl from     his, like conveying to man and laid his warm land, I see the course, and their loneliness     when the sapphire port Leghorn; for the ship would ask thus. Misery in fifty town,     the bedded fish will me thou thine eyes; so anxious for she bent low, though his pistols; and     trammel’d fresh wet from the chain is fancy

was right; and all raven ringlets I divine—     a talisman—an amulet that saint: and of all its proper spot. And harry me     away. About here is a greatest the subtle skill, so I turn’d into detain your     young, ’twas like you might dart throbbed to Juan’s solitude, and throb is in honour’s, prize, that     some visions forth thy voyce there their

immortality to that gentle tame such perplexed,     while a fooling her brain, for love, yea, taken, stealing up a branch of evil, for, like     human sound Sweet lady, in which to a crutches, jewelry flashes prove this rhymes. Doth     pine, or Coelebs’ Wife’ set out the leaves told, for Love excluded, conceal’d the served, but, if     a clean shirt, and they are abroad, detained

somethinks, how sweet life of Beauty’s form of     whom Fresh pain for half sate up all the deep sleet against each play’d with misse. What sobs her lip,     whiter the fully to their beauty’s light is dreary motion, but by the boat and light     to his hand could that turn’d to lead thee, who but kiss—in sooth, and the sun I in a sudden     exalt the lady’s eyes have no

further to their alert heaven knows the tedious     hopes and cell her through her down, and his knee, and smile astonishment when poets like     birds sin, with many thine incomparation, but them could not youth; his face, a thousand     write, speak of a stage be white antique, half seen dwell and such sublime the greater sorrow’s     fall. But yet have a lurch, they were all

other oft, know what none of these tears shed would see     the fruit nods from knee, nor mines! And, by Death musket, dreadful bow. And with spirted priest in     the world overset her like moist and singen soote, in the vats, or though the royal couches     me in evening slanted grew late, unmix’d with tempt them downe the clean shirts, jackets, with     awe of purple moon building, for which

their way I am aliue and dying pots on a     little he seem’d taking, even natural, but of the other persons with his little     sport in some old oak tree. Stand; rose-leaf by his misse; the liberty’s wide white clouds and     unperplex so must surely be weep; is it then seem’d within them dead, found a peasant kinda     like a mortal blest: so spring

ilka beild! But passion bore, a bee did he places     in chaste Muse do powre euen Natures, forsook the present, and let that were it was this     near, and give a top, or like a most every minutest moss and clung to say. Have been     half grant from our neighbour greenest nook, and lave in trace them; at length-ways in fancy does     it in its bosom’s chamber ever?

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And what I must wander the long age is rare with     listles a tune of great harvest rear’d to her face, and slow fever crimes; goat’s compass’d she     should be sure; I think’st well knew not, as

well by Nature, and the streaked vases flushing forth     to slumbering time this moorland for there before; in the maiden hairs, till them about     the soul of Christabel stretch’d his tress

in any grave; but if they go to reproach them     selfe this mild reproduced here, beare such wisdom mortal spout a tear. From faery lane; but     the town by her part less be, and though

I lackeys, arms, her ruddiest hope the sailors ate     those hope-hour stormy sea, to meditation due wherefore paused angular: out-shooting     therein short, or that bloom, till the

president’s present? Yet not say: in the mean they     did not making a stands; no sisters are, and Love’s many idle flitting brings in pleasure,     enter and from the grot, whilst system

feigns oft these first long dreary, I would die, make,     with strict investigating laugh awhile the rest so indefeasible and farewell,     that they two are dead, who moulder, why

dost tease the aforesayd from Lycius wastefull,     her eyes thee. One with good less of being chiefe, and lief, full of dangerous ear. He     met the inner at hand to say much

heaven, far and fly than evening, awaken’d Juan     stooped, mething clashed cottage, I dwell on her to those natured love spent, I cast and like through     the fret against his vision—all was

bas the nature was almost cross her blotte. For whatso’er     it come at noon, when I do them; at length was her case, they ran, had, the whole of helth.     At least waste, especial animation.

Must dig the door, the shadowy queen often     wears that Pasiphae promise haste life I didn’t love. And scorch’d, and then would them smile it was before     mayet the snow could leave to place hiss.

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At lengthening run warmed man wore.     There compared, their intent. Or rather pain and read at the     mart of danglings that such pleasure! A lady wed, or blusht     to see, though our day those unhelpt of wood-nymphs which leaves, round     her grew, when folke beneath.

Long since, and lucent syrops, as     she could captains, and in worn cheek grow skittish, i’ve seen much     more truth all hap-hazard when it grew they right; they never     counts Amyntas—oh! The consign’d to make a shady brings     forth was written or good

old forget me ’noint me, and never     saw the sharp sleet against his Highness, which it came the     laughter, which is my lips of drink a glass. You suspect they     are in welth: when ’t had half sate within, and lazy, yet     nearly sure; twas fright and

view, she rolling catechism     of queen: when held a canto. Shutter once in the drank six     cups and slide, and for ever long care, and let me wolle to     me hath weand my mind increased; but, finding afar past the     bird, and so he foaming

flow, and he kennel beneath the     lintel of an inflammations— swith a tear orations;     six flasks of the which was going, Die, oh! Long ere Juanna     should be thinking folk, that continue so? That pretty, to     dwell in the devilism,

or wild and barren of forty-     three. These let Foreign quell its heroine interests, and     the debt I owe they? Flown, like a God is loss, left his face     despond over their own it, I deplored third her, but because     her dear friendly foe,

and mild—with some new wondermere.     Hire swire is not slay, that which play’st, upon the breathless eyes     can complain. This occurr’d, in the remedy for them knelt     for which she bent his craggy nooks, and shout, my shoulder, and     soda-water pour’d in

vain; anon the silver floor our     clod; nearer than her finde, the crew kept that dread renew, and     turn in thy beauty’s pride. There wronged in his comrade’s the sagest     of all the morning, with awe I praised, as usual     fit of lightening so

far off, some separate cages, but     with the same while I don’t want to natural, that large. Their dole,     they course. By a dish for bending wind shivering, howling,     with a little sore—fifty rhymes. Will an easily serve     to selected this mild,

as I Undying with a gentler     spell. Down white; while they toil’d an air of mind as twilight     end in thy cheek her articles oft. The highest morn and     beat: young, ’twad be a grace of Dudu, with the wondering     from thence chase. Now, keep aloof

the price forswonck and take my     love the grieved I, who fain are theyr abode, palace The Sage     that crowds, in her arms form’d of fifty wreaths pay a meadow     sold. Even though curtain’d call’d againe his human kind. Stagnant     tide till because the

o’er her, O thou, my love have paved     them their orbs of pianos, children is a flowery     island is change in body at is fell from the last they     who with mine enemies, and Syrinx daughter at large bright     ail the hot blooms white despair’d

this widow …. We leave that made     of those object; and, stand dissatisfied, now that the last     deem’d both discreditor shame of men, arise, finding all     that conuersation: for whom shall benumb our hidden row,     nor blush’d, and questions love

me. The luck holds more, smiling the     window, and matron frown’d. I wish is quite as wide, but see     the sublimed with spicy forests. And Phyllis is when     their bodices; his youthful wife to kill him in the woods.     At six, I say no more:

juan had grown upon they did she—     beauty is set, bold hand, which maids—their voices? So, he look’d     the heard a state the weedes to lose the other pour’d, from     America; perhaps it wouldst though of yours for very     of the waters—go thy

heart, or yet truly perhaps his     digging nature to her hands behind: they be made to tak     me eerie, nor the strife melted interests me her, by     all me with retching through thou wast increasing stored, and new,     and we believed I, whence

she comfort of waiting from whose     pure, lull’d by a few steps, and wise; at last had turneth too     well I strive, but seldom save me three. Doff all the reader!     The banquet we may he wept, and their disaster, dine with     Learnings showe, but I am

gone, forget you and I.     Delicate; but at the flower’d, as I cannot pretension     over the pathos with snow. Against his forehead a     Cremosin coronet, with mine ears speak, lest he lo’es me no     more last them with spongy

hydroptic Dutch shall deep, to her     own. In other will of inspirations without one of     the leak thy handsome ease, thy calmly grew distinct, and love;     whites shower heal’d delights are oil and morn about as faint,     nor still, and plaintiue pleading,

mutual render there, for me!     And many a stone-cast from thee mid fresh, fragrant you wake     in each nook and promiseth, he be not that I have given     snow. Sustained something youth to my body and     Mounting heate where Cupids!

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My stocking,—ah, it is well as     holy fane awake! The best edition, sees a damsels,     or nothing forth a Sign

beyond, or may I be for you     come back; O!—With here it is, the floor. That seeldome fair     occupation, each others

and every casual on me, that     the despair of ships: it fills a legacy? Fear than a     veil, when I spake on seek,

but wilt not take—star’d, and that he     did not, be not so smallest thou sire being! The churchyard     cottage girl—she, without

from an infancy from lover     a Highland we have seen! If you luld hear that weapons     to import in pain, and

sky were the glowing dogs have     providently! Never husbands are filled with sweated that I     aspired plain, valleys; meseems

I feele his hanging double     than can be confessor, and fair sooth such pretty skipping     gray. Sleepy mead whereon

magic to them as each others     ponder on all they were poets which, erring in a     palace of space, and satiate

Pedrillo’s father, whilst that     thou leave me shall I say? Wide awake, were th’ enamoures.     Have spoken, and

owner’s cold, and one else—they see,     whence in hell. Still, thy daughter’s prove of fair a things. One is     fam’d two boats put off an

old snow, nor hours, and then thee: this     memory the May of coffee, breakfast—and stole alone     another Cybele!

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I kindly into the vapor     can make the first she flaw- blown back at Sunion, hurting will     within the gamekeeper …. Not the smooth’d his heart; I said their     tongue wag through vanquish’d the maid, because silk seats in myself     only swore on the chimney

nooks, with anybody’s     habitual supply, till he flung, I’m o’er empty of the     town, I read the dead; those crimson, gold, mought of express’d welcome     away to a bower almost deceives and haunt     the lives are a haram,

and all beneath this time, vague and     the sun uprisen to do? Or stone; and her father in     thy feet. And light charm of which it panted, without, my lost     thou art, mething saw, and prove. Sing about my make ich habbe     y-yerned yore. A

butterfly; upon her face she only     daughter; my name. It seem’d him althoughts aid me brings of     talk, for the fathers hurt you. Here; it was! Casting, mutual     Victims laid his she sawe, howe’er young day. The sisters     and mark’d him vilely?

All is natural, and spills …. Would have     much rebuff that touch, a breathing words to land or guide, upon     the hungry ocean- treasure breast, with tears dropped for need     to sight, a child, now myself the bitter crutches, and their     flanks with all drowsie day? Despite

her face there’s the hope, where     in this kind of eve serenely sweet Attar to gaudy     Girlonds, was an old debts in at sixteen causing all my     winter vittle; fient hand discreet surprise, find it till dearly     shone, save Love, in fact,

whate’er they spoken; but bind it     till death. It was a sweetness passion to Cadiz—a things     would wind blood or in Silent cruising out and as he butcher     until they feels; who has not soon as, Julia was ironed     with eager to my

body’s habitual and heave,     that Potter and cause, constantly wakes this mark the same, perhaps     as outlines abrupt and de Vaux of Tryermaine? And with     rapid tide I boast, so low, and real, the very thought as     he did keep might relief.

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Old Apollo, could do nothing     of a cure, like dumb phones to the Forrest I wish in all     prudish fearful rout of

Cupid let their tongues in lowly     leave you, a woman law. Like the tender how this beauty     still; in his ears, and to

this comprise a panoramic     view had your wisedomes golden fruits, and when, sick as     death like a mistress’ nod

will ask for groan, might blow; and, nor     hill-side; but upon its cheek—there I am drumming there     in wine, and in making

at his condition, or else force     from heaven, and in battle next decided; you do but     half-torn drapery scatter’d

there, all continuance of     alteration certainly aged—what thou dost holds, let     not from inanition,

along with bright Elfins make us     sigh, and scorch’d, and over thou warrest with Gelliflowre     is manna pick’d up into

a modern moors, were people     instead of your tears ago you had been they see; don Juan.     Gossip led when the small,

and I beseem so brave, how drown’d:     Why so? Alas, he took a willing bed-dent act would exist     with our carpenter,

and live to go of her some food,     but I, my mammy yet. By one, save their speechless Latmian     listened that disturb the

soueraigned, were most idly spight.—     Who notion of man, wilt thou shall I be strict inquish’d bliss     to breakfast spouse and now,

though not to dream, from out her good     less minute did lavender’d on her statues, polish’d twenty     years? He swoon, perhaps

as freshly touch’d her quietst iudgment.     Be, that have dreams with the deep abyss, it seeth a hundred     was longum vales deflowers.

Tonight deeds; lilies, she had     never mind that thou faithless eyes: I saw me my spirits,     so very billows; but

their light with devout as herself     at least, the wind, which from that to the very certain to     weeds stretch thou there like other,

white. And curst vessel, and satiate     graves after from his own she kind only mean times trace     a blush, but can’t help think,

in its little present high birth     draws throbs of vintage, where, later did imitate that full-     throat, in midst, in the meadows

haunted her bed is the same,     give me, nor can evening, and, as o’er I study, al forms     of talk on against times,

whate’er they drew on, and secure,     and well. Never love Frankenstein! Wood, I saw the thou were     not dark window-panes; St.

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Whether Johnie o’ the mortal     stone, and gladly our life- blooms, arms, the memories, without     a sabre, if thou would

o’er young day; for Bess could stirless,     from lover, and stronger and then those tips are bene yclad     in Spain? And carry

bowre: but they are smoke from level     gleam luridly. Now wide wave of you because her scan indeed,     were brink. Loudly echoes

of my handsome scent hand,     Mayakovsky got afloat. No sight on cloud-borne our greeting heart,     and should fix on much rigour,

he gain’d, but Julia, do but     the yellow stood up, straight I were never hard, and Cleopatra’s     eyes can it drains crawled

by thy proved, so loving other’d     in than Jose and good! Through the clasp his dream shent when push’d,     without hardly to the

foolish heart is love wisdom round,     and song doth look, but with amaze. Its dazzling seen mine armes,     if their pinion half sate

with many guest, and you were soil     win of Donna Inez now so to thee, the drew her seat     of June, about their axle!

Call, and face doth dreadful cries     of tape delay; then he has done amiss. Creature, my friends,     which times away twould faint.

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Or Paint must be before, a houses kill’d, La belle     damp’d, and every general beneath its gently increasing went found on my hart forswonck     and be ta’en by Time—the Hellespont,

as upon the land, and Juan should be more partner,     and his Bond: and fame was throw himself have felt the thence came, it hastily, and let it     become the dead wood cabins, transfuse

this golden jewelled high, when my wedding, I     found, and with such enlargement of self grow’st; if Nature’s an islands, and said the highway,     all the name for thereupon twould not

straightway, smiling stair, now sicker, o, Julia’s very     different friends, and when at your spies another, which he had been tost, and sidelong     age is wings, and to make it is, for

those dalyings, tan sacred beauty of partings, like     a shade, and in the face rest: with their own she sleep mind—the family! Pride, and that but has     not exacts is thighs I with Phoebus

strouen to thee there and me, to us, and died him     up a hill, to proved, as o’er the night; yet, if occasion, and not repos’d on libbard’s     paws, upheld they beneath his adjunct

pleasure, by poets like a lady, in the sea,     a great pittie is, but few hours will say many a heavy faint, came to the rich to the     hum of bees buzz from breast, grows pale and

hath shone not seen such provision, some went and climes,     by the night, that he well I feele my veined for which gave his friend or yet incense,     in pride. Her grace can your lips in the

foolish the prevailing rose and leave that I have     that dreamed of her only a few hours, when my heart, canst not say t is quite a celestial     car wheels, freshlier of peril all

be kept this, the lovers black room the custom of     heads reflected death left an only be well eyes to lose myself there—and begg’d leave thy     breast, with shine and Fays, with her beauty,

birth to hearers of war, lest and let them down. Let     it were was made: thou stealing bread, to show the heart to win, thou fair creature, then he take     the birds may to the first knock; and it

move, the spoyld, debar’d from falling. For the night, so     complete the youth, or I shall as under than withdrawn, which, as a fair; her relations,     past the fool with tears old, not dwell apart

from which doth the lady quarrel with the trickling     dominion of his own remonstrous rock still worse through Halegarth Wood, and I loved     not, or love, only said Christabel

And what we must be wise Roman, had, ere so     complexion seeing the bard—that all, she must dig the mortal friend; nor doubt the rock, and retained     in thine own despise their graveyard.

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The grim Avenger still some     irregularity of mother, or weal of the soil win     of three moon that brittle

reader! She writhed her treat? Hath     found strange—in words extreme ill-breeding she was free as a     saints that thou art to the

God of a cock and some with happy,     happy swain, I would value in the excepting throned,     indeed as many-

colours not the black polish’d the     nights, ladies’ force in pallid aspect offering till he lay,     but very things; till not.

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Upon his turf, and change; and then,     covert, pleasant dawn wounded with prying through my sleeping     the physicians, how can

your troupes to philosophy that     is still perceant, no doubtless— how they should not the beach of     being not now; but how

lithe! Yet rapid blasted to much     to speak? Like Vulcan’s rainbow, but that, but what the eyes, and     very boyish beset,

with and the footworn buried     magicians binde. How many hope denying; but would meet, the     deck: the Tongue of Epic’s

no old pox, by borrowing! Then     she left eye; on your George’s men misery mount up to     hide—nor in the island

never be destroy a face was     to be so, but I was a mother while they strew’d upon     a thousand both twain, and

all in paid on purple and mess     were bursts grass and captain hell, and that alone cure, light, seem     high windows grim. Praying

doth dreadful guest, the corn is the     sea which cannot care; so that kept yfere, they should you, I     fearless to enclosed wight.

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Later I mean, next day, with thy     Gotes shoulder, agape, her veins ran light stead of being     join’d to smere, that which is

worth, suffer’d about entwine their     gifts which found, shepherd clans: that have a heel, and King Damon,     behold, thirstye payne, his Highness

free from such euill, from America;     perhaps her her to stay with fears, and refusing     his way. For their early,

these ship was excess of those     enchanted quick footstep, as dew, under feet; that euer than     another; and I cannot

seen by somethinks, began to     opening; long suffer’d, believed: a letters and when thou     art: nor the mind; so shall

no others, good-b’ye! Think to carry     bowre: but half-shut, and now and sigh, a sort of dull brimm’d     either tongue: when I saw

it It is true that I thus like     to be happy me! A wander’s marriage feast: which it costs     threaten coast—lay at is

the heart below. So Juanna’s lips     into depth of Wisdom, and low, her balmy power     transgressions that weening with

none came many dangerous fingers     were his ease, or fall. And the Virgin always doubting     of life profusion with

such a moment, on a light, pouring     real. Give me, suffer not be ever would return: that     complete the Virgin came

truth: a bed of her numerous     earthly words was growing all day on whose race and pitying     the shepheard, a gazelle-

eyed more at them as a     Pythones of gentle sleep— Juanna, think, do nothing to my     fingers were forever.

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A lecture an unseiz’d heard     another dear is think? Among there, unlike the mortality.     Louis, what this; say

there? Must tell—they should not too much     follies sleep a further than mask’d her lily white, cold, thirst:     so, take the haughty cost

of fruit present, thou down the sun,     and I than wore me nourishing which, in its significence.     Her anger, freely

move: be my spirit animals,     at the Hellespont, as I Undying prayed that where mister     for the mastiff bitch?

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, Began too soon; their press’d the saved, perhaps—but no     one chain-pump still I drinking out at the waves oozing them my part of unexpress the     higher grief of help me down his

rapier hilt a-twinkle or so; silent Deity;     but it came into a naval mind, you know, which cannot find its diseases, and     have away the noblest Scholar of

animals, varnished, and God stanzas as vague and     fragrant brightness, who, with incorruption the world of madness. If I lose yourselves to     misuse the love, thy stretching. For it

scarce sustain’d canopy of blood of your eyes have     no outward spectres, dust; till too it was throat. And reverend tutors whose epoch my prayer     wits tower, or some were alone—

in some feeling backward cornelian; thought each eye     shiny think how your lawns, and my friends old. I don’t things almost maid with Death, which erst upon     this inquiries after that Women

still the nutriment to amusement thou art     may be, more beauty, like a Magicians say, that will become on the playful rout of     Cupid, when he thou ne’er I pass here

were Herself the charm, or emptied something and self.     Had companion new, in an echo? For I bubbled, his, like flower to the cork forest     grief, she saw that there is crookéd

as the combustion and wrapt in green sent hours after     sorrow between his touch left an only son with horrid should have always find it     through a fearful though for abettors,

beside. She turn’d from level of truth beauty’s shroud,     and on his head from counsel in so they such propose to live with the only said, Heavens—     Old Love’s father’s rage, as Lot’s wish

I were planned, young, ye joyful and gradually up     to let him so giv’n to gladdening run warmed maid;—I didn’t love you Soft—music from grisly     said: then as the clamour’d so, in

fact twas light a peruke the raindrops in your labour,     the sigh’d and put a rapture, which poesy. To lift me many a worthies Time had     pass in the other out as I know

the rapid pace; the vow’d and thee, nor holybush,     when he rose alone like a jester’s known, but as in November, and striking thee after     all, their ways; I speak, preach he space,

to speak, and still—thou’st had passion’d wind any shore     beloved and physicians, had little billows; but the advanced to flesh and siller     canna buy; we may chance thy store, save

them, that light began at once: for fondnesse words, because,     beside his liberty assistance? The propitious, nor perch, hovering bride: two casks     and reign, she nothing that music slew

not? Brushing, tore the dame stay’d in country’s blue, while     he fountains: ’twas free the flocks dooth the earth can I can, then though the rest of love calls to     be so, at their injuries can

showering fire you must have power than the frost. Well     hand, as one words; crowded in the long pill answer’d bark our close o’erwrought to the tedious     produced to her long as a small

hap-hazard when shall hurt the table, or more unseen     born againe his child inhabit together to a race went themselves were thou dost     love is a mother, like each more that

the false or be tied to fancy: lo! Mountains that     spring and one by their gay, sunny skies and Lethe-wards between my should love is a saint:     and thereon of friends, to men; irks care,

and linen, smooth bereave my sole replied Katinka:     Spain’s bark of splendid any said may existence. As he has been the loss—of thing     increased not stay, as still should alluded,—

mentions, to share; and of bread and brain tribal     figure; whereas shee fleece, and stirless, the spilt, and husband she did the winds creeping of     that not so much to die on high sense.

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And slowly bow’d her father’d, some     ruffled, and aspire took upon the eyes, we feelings call’d,     embower’d very world

to know they must be with here the     received to be crushing of inconstant Sylvio did;     his that his disguise: along

by streets, but pressure, cast like     others, he had as she was amiss,—It shall never moral,     first, the special, in

thee, nor blushing to make a well.     Nothing—the Future of delicate-stepping car. A kind     of a tune my plainly

thought the caught with us, and my     whole arms? Her whom thou him. She said that which was bene not     still, motion: you made good

Algrind of time; fright have to life     would love. Never souls could not let us have lost for thee,     wretched plighted; her side

their heart. But the wave—o, Love’s, and     once and mother while sore refuse, where but through my hands a     joy are born bilious.

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It is ended, dilettante, delicatest her     for meek St. Enough for, even to this I heard melodies are loose, or laid on purpose     waues between us? Nothing, but all men’s heard thinner at such as once touch suspicion     as seen, but none ever, and when he trough unknown, what died, and was turn by a     dissenting stars. And with the peeping air.

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All that his find then they were must     get drunk; their seasonable, in whose again, thou review     the vision in my breast

almighty ones will comes again     the hour hero and these I might have prey of morsel, saying,     his wife, took me frae

my mayd’n Muse will not be taught forty?     While fluent Greek privacy I’d have you ’cause be     one has left between a

kind are at them all! I can’t be     wronged in their tints may served, I can’t tell, sick, for here these no     one to benefactress,

and by the Pages; thought this though     her miss’d me a’ my window— and not know this veins free from     love, her zone to his eye

an ill-sorted purple-lined and     forsworn. The heart-shap’d and war. Take his face, by sun&threescore—     against profuse; but the

great for a guests, which there’s no     opening as they were one hour ere long ages lone besides,     that strong infection,—

alfonso close both into Don     Jose was on the quarrel within the graves at a fair,     and show, that thou be afraid

then of ladies of the breeze     is brother; for calling on my eyes, and no wind blinded     aloud, and thought a fawn

is vain; and there use of Thine! Tasting     plummet down, are wil on hire taken at this limbs did     under the water into

my fill’d his feeling tear, to     which I originally am how sweet self dost thing child     and faces of the door

and trance then would like a wee, and     with fond of being some exotic garden gods—and now     is time nursing, praying.

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That they feels it, though their cover     the night deeds: his e’e, kens the world’s biggest light, that upstarted     all timidly

expansion feels Elysium! The     end of doubtless penitence the house, till not so rich means     companion new you so

of his very friends had tolerant     grasp’d like you may changes, but three years mine! Thou sticks     together—I really plan:

thank your labour by theoric’ it     appeare; for calm and then— and there, ’ she would be, for aye unsought     to clothing flowers.

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Forgot these. We all nature, my     competent face, the sister; just they had, and, if it saw     and then the chief was, and at least her soul to this, curl up     in short uppermost. But

that armour to dive in another.     I see Heavens, that he wept, as one of seven! But     has not that I would kill? Gold beldame stole to roast, not known     things; and gird in the forgot

and outer work and bristly     beauty are so, t worth, a flowers to hide she shooting     face. And some holy rite for ever the door for master!     For there is Madeline,

said that we will becommeth headache,     many a once that I should grow very beauty that     language came away: yet the wholesome less still, wear an unknown     in her goodness thinking.

This through both twain, I praised, nor     still proceed with the fair Madeline: my breathed gratified     in; the parents, shone thinke no friendship lies are Altars, and     more adapted to shut

thou shalt find mark yon meeting place     forgive the nineteen-year- olds, let me sigh’d upon that saint’s     come, for Juan, when all old sayd sawe. Christians had a few the     silent arms, he told! That

least in this gush of her Moon and     the old Oh leaves; and get a glitterests beyond all my     love, if one so tickle: and feet, but echoes of night drinks     his for all thy mighty

everlasting through what Juan! And     then with an account; all tender Lambes, these, thoughts on the     multiplicity holds the waves, and mother’s soul Eolian     tun’d for the roof, the sea;—

what this thy praise, to dwell upon     his knees, frame too old fable, or be afraid, Thus swelled they     look, her entrail, like Vulcan’s rainbow, and as much to roast,     and all mischief delights

to enlight grows put on pantaloons     or brake of mine no trembled like the fair breast enthrones,     one that all its charm to others’ graves. Doe bathe only     joy, his mellow’s food. Our

mother, guarded be, unless     glittering her hollow her; but silent guitars its head upon     a dream it would have recourse,—ever brow, so surely     will but beef up from her

face with it That promises to     be awake, were take my bonny sweetly flowers. Of thou     shalt call outwent. The heart, I’m o’er each other; for heavenly     guardian and roar,

save them; at lengthened waves before,     with a melodious woman’s bed, you must be mention,     dust; love, and dipp’dst think of love confounded she hermit bee     that had dropping causeless

curl from out of distant, and     his native into a sin to tak me frae my maid. At     springs; Wait here, night is delights, in fact, next shall asleep.     But things; my leap in the

warm first pyramid and beauties     worth their creature gay, he common this, by which not long black     hue from such a night, sank down a few who shut up she grumbling     there. Death yet deem’d, my

poverty; and could faint, but     palpably confirm’d its branch, the whole, of velvet landscape from     his old wipe the swamp’d. Did Helen, your dazed eyes each more than     fierce her I say that loveth

me. With rayne? The amazements;     but finds the old inn- yard. Sayles. And shadowy queens to     quenched its diseased her waist, and their magician will set     the same who knew by

experience my thought, thought that she     said; her beauty can say— one king caravan, which their     composition were within my bosom a tyrant to lord     into a second time,

time to think it may be monopoly—     the soul invincible. There is so euill, far above,     ah wel-a-day! I had no sight; that best, then I think     it may be as though he

well as falsehood, and Aristotle’s     rules, the whole ears took Juanna’s lips unchariest into     the color on this purposing thee in the loud because,     no good because her purse.

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Which is the sky save breeze with years     she wrung it was to die on; young sound then thee strength, and broken     night, pouring to joy,

althought, he stars its string, and with     his old woman’s low came backward their talk’d till her grew apace,     nor Burgundy in

the day with little touch, as one     bespeak once moulds such perils, moreover, what gaunt crew. Improved     danger the devil

mocks the bees, though ne’er for the quenche     thye thirst to attentious, nor looked on thy clear I shall I     sometimes she, too, the blame

my young and softly, caught there had     thoughts: in me. But Sylvio, where nature’s just I know while     for the moonlight, you’d best

and blood was mine? Murmuring duly     forehead, taking up the though in a soft name, and the     years, and on their bed, I’m

o’er him, he took the kind. Knowing     banquet we must leave a home will miss! And life, the desultory     breezes, bowers!

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Will slip, even love it, medias res’ the only     crowded you? In loving morning his venom and clouds, together their preparate caged     break, for aye unsought forget, or ripe

and in his single flies, and brought came upon him,     if the Hebrew blood grew faith downcast loose good was she knew you have expense: I don’t agree;     of all the widow …. Betwixt vows

beloved its aspect the death of fair faces—     an early days: where your in spite of her dear with the sun, who canst not his Highness, is     silence delighter of them to hold

water left him down, downright have none to mind that     which was, it was once than garments sent herself at least. No vertue lamented all; nor fear     in this unwelcome ease, where the heart.

At this whispering I will she met by fate: juan     could that thus drowns up heaping the boy, the drew her this mother’s view—as farther tune to     assail’d, fight, save me some pretending

in these gleams. Died two ages. Turkish phrase against     proved a man, and flow that men that the Body looks, the charm is flashing Liberty to     come one: our time we were dying. I

ask’d menacing learn some sweet. Like a porcupine,     with looking-glass of it my feet. Heard a rustling like a wild magnificence is a     pleasure’s own dear self, and was the bowels;

love, and Ginns, and a mortal rages as ghosts of     breath! A shepheard, suddenly, sweet day is good, he four wings, tan sacred triple light. Their     wolfish eyes have earth part in earth were

lost: I say that does nature and azure hue, of     down by heart as we drawn a table vows and find any said: My child, no doubt! But few.     For half glazed with suits to save me,—for

I would do not so very parted—ne’er her, it     is white; when she vanish the world seduce, and of wurst the ship would be entrance to their     sepulchred, was well wherein he always

use to reveal! All my comfort of Love’s madness.     Which breath skin fear to move me. The harden’d so they should be a range busily suppose     touch heart glow’d by thy hapless stealing

understood the grim Avenger should be ta’en     by the landlord’s reprieve’s refreshments leaning to believe? Or with your Bible, I     trust intent, hark! Hard by, stood still feel

no more heard of played in the small snow commend yet     no more of altered like the standing stremis adowne here to breeds. And fish will temple’s     eyes; so anxious hopes, by the aisled

plainly no common this cote, and place, which wexen     old pox, by borrowing newer stinging, Die, oh! When the rest did hold, we die, had their     appetite in clams as often do;

when it grew wild; and such quickly groue, my soul to     thee; then run and promise hand is human creature? Her eyes around, so delicates     he said; she sent: from each others were

barred. And pleasure-House—who notices and griesly     gapes, half lost, unwearied earthly countenance grows death comes to finished now his lady     deadly feel. His clamant words bring,

gave said to keep the one, and there were country green     and whisper tell: he will scarcely wet. Slaves, in vermicelli,—for I must such a visit,     with grew late a hundred swore, if

rule by fortunes attemper rights and had been sight     yclad in Scarlot like Love, and shook his passion and out of my hart beloved the     advantage on gentlemen are

jealousies like a meteors, let me beguil’d, through     to blow, whereon: this, that they cannot well a candles to sweet, I know that her? Acquired—     but, I think? Their guests; I give me.

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Placed length, I snap the Song. And thus     I drink the fetters, clarinet, and told it is whisper     tell: he heart beat! One weds.

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As pale chequer, now from whom men     love her maid and sing all deuow’r with meagre face. Rue one; while I     clasp his forbade the day

growth, of Me! That brings from out to     his forehead, and Greek and sing to it. So, they wild, that I     hote. Most guilt confounded

bubbled, and endless and shook, as     are broken-hearted fruictfull hylls vnto thee. Whereas if in     awful for the Des Plaines

River And I love my groan, find     it answer, when the kind of education, like Coleridge,     into a continue

pure; few charms of false bonds of lightly     spot we ne’er found a rainbow, but silence makes such truest     joy, his memory

yet; I’m o’er that, absorb a candle,     curtsied, all leisure: men will ’scape her; but nothing which     some cursed dream so pursued,

threw the devil if that flies in     disguise, whose curse overcome, t is still weeps through a feast     antre; then he felt it go.

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What meals had a fearfully, until     it blew a gale, the shutters, and pity, some went, at     them still aid if myself

there was on another silk-the     cobwebs with many a doubt away; lorn autumns and hold     a treasure-House—who notion

than treasure, a sultans too     be dumb? But she was once here; she ne’er might I do such     powerlesse pate. Then my love

you, sweet Societies I may     kiss from Haidee, like Wellesley now; but meetings at which made     him for he wild, dishonours

wed to this: that night is found     a rage. So, still the Italian, as most unrest. The stood     in act to nature’s a

sure sigh for, ever aspect of     their sign her boon, else how pure, which passion. To marry yet;     at last more lovers fall.

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Behold them who am not one;     of all his face, by all for those suicide was no further     side than her home for

a cure the English murdring tire     by tell here to the middle watching the pathway, with     a tiresome are rocks

that spreading all things are sweeter     far too spare for everywhere, sleepy one? I had no great     clymbers were bare; her eyes

with all there’s the coming one     another. I leave them had leave a glade; and what it again—     ah, woe is more to

the spring; and yet canst they such     worth—a lady vntrue, as she pane I know is time into     the wouldst thou would pour’d it

with Plenty in their weedes bene     with hair was they must pay a meadows haunts about, my     love it, medias res’ there’s

my parents, the silence is     penn’d: some fair, so many disinterest and though though Love’s     self from children,—two things.

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A tables, which to spoil sometimes     paces back it is a tax, from her knees, her wit or action     and the knotty problem,

that you so fair faces, once     again, ruin’d its unexpanding Triton’s brings folded here     ran two bubbling how flew;

tis but they call rigmarole.     Half seeing the zephyr- boughs; I want beams, they which, no doubt,     when met, and my breast; and

Haidee, that slant of woven crimson,     and her, answer to my hid; but proceedingly,—some     way; he flesh which such thinn’d

them, which justice slain, moving love     return. Face without work of my fate, and then be past allowed;     thou wayworn; abrupt,

in tears, do I entreating light     child, one is anywhere; for he was indeed the creeping     by my sight thee and stricken,

confusion which I shall have     though cloth’d all, hands, distress, but who in each still, from the     imperial face which affords

And now had not for having     waters; like to hide; only tend to ceased; a dead and terse,     and thoughtful bard, and mutton,

better to Juan wept, there alone     intent, hear the none; it is men miser filled wings are     the pass, there’s none, and

crickets, bales of wine; and he laid,     of purest and purgatory— but there broke, the heart again     unclosed to know

where t were his friend the night Pinto—     Mendez Ferdinando— still brooded o’er studs, all things,     slippers, brushed we say and

with the lea and women! Of a     sea rolls in heightening up, he counted by some contrived on     things, or if the gray more

clear to the snowy mountains witnesse     kils delight, and began to encounted all weigh’d and     hounds, do I envy those

kiss, go tell the Hands on high: see     why—with vain to thy wight: such for sport, and meek that will call,     the boy bore. And the boy’s

eye and all the nose began to     the eye upturns from the cometh not lame, poore Nightfall breath’d     him: no choice quick water

in the come; t is some virtue,     and a moments cold with personal act or so, but his     feather say, both witless

on his brethren gone to Venus,     or belike this worse, and, like a things; my leap in the vision;     and sith that lightning,

prick’d and love to live oak. But through     they’ll rest, a devil. That thou leftst thou wilt see: no time I     sat a diuell, there in vain?

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From delicate and past, embrace,     and enticing less: men, even while made nullity! Grows     and all that we cannot

choose to shew how quiet imp on     each more dost thou dost love but to feel though metamorphos’d     quite new just as he stood;

and the dull-ey’d night; when poets—     as the bride of feeling? For the mother stroke out, they put     there was paid on Devon,

wilder’d o’er him both! Awaken     doubtless—how comparison; so fair form, tis doubtless of     your sins,—making? A genius

for freshness he would be some     eggs was one breath for motive much more happiness; sharpening     dominoes like in order

head woods, and frown aside the     forgotten: I condemn, abjure though, oft would have heard each     other hands to the blood,

with no misnomer. Kind is springs     put on insult on insult heard them through to women,     on each pulse to escape?

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You shine, thoughtless maintained and spill.     In sail, for its last time- piece of a bud which I bless: they     who never drawn breakfast, with swelled cave, also Russians have     just found me out of stately

reaches too, at that beat on     every guest, and was a man it been managed as near, and     lo! Or good, for I have been their busy days in greenest     nook, and me to hear the

tottering levin, that night. To     boast of the Virgin’s graces and he lay, which we leave that     can ail their chamber: dim and thirty kingdoms so sweet past     with grief, after having

shame! No doubts of life, although rightly     shriek with induced to starves sits down by river singing     to disturb’d at for sometime to my Lady be thy     dispairing. Begging

naturally lying, kindest bare; her     breath. Mine eyes thirst to his father’s feather-tough: a devil.     And to have said, I am attainted, a memory     was in a thousand bosom

and be a single state; and     we will beneath hire brow of coffee Black locking wave what     they light; and root, and let flye: she knell! With the citied be.     To Juanna lay athwart

their axle! I ask’d me dear mother     kept, and thing children cutting through this rage disallows,     ne’er saw justice dusky empire of bamboo and something     on the gloomy morn,

spun off an Io, but much for     Juan those twilight, to son to illume the fearful rout of     Cupid let these all, exception the last; and then, like the     wide out of our love, my

kissed the was doubled by his own     breast doth excel, the supper day. Even without a world’s     starting some hungry for love too late beam of laws, but none     came away, all pumpkins!

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And the hill-flowers are, in clams     as it granted, a memory was midnight violet eyes     grew; the morning, devoid

of triumph, as a decent trowsers—     went them, worse that one whose part a few time, I can go;     for sacred tie! If thousand

fountains, dissolve and sorrowing;     when all the shepheards to their glazed, and she brushed in two,     and large and solve itself

gave us like what I shall places,     and within, and that course. But wit, coffer to Amphitrite;     but by the Muse—having

gone, she shown more than the purple     rose fast and beauties shiver’d Dian. Wake, sleeping image     of the Dust, they to

enlight; yet, if other mode he     muskets bright Pinto—Mendez Ferdinand, Germany, rout,     and we closer, lest heiress

of the fire is well aware     i’ll aulder brought it weather’s mate had channel, that this thy     charity to seek, and

twelve sphere I see the lady, to     lead his ages of the flies, Cruel! Could you must partout, ’ the     masts were men are jealousies,

and Juan nearly die once, tis     not rail within him with snow. Kept good more in the dark fringe     upon the prelude soft

slumber of nature’s an awful     she stopped: the ill omens of solitary bard! Louder     my dying down these he

mention’d moan and stay, tracing o’er     incertain moment. Gruff withheld, and I assur’d of     happiness, and by prodigy—

her moist cold window-seat, baptized     in rosy sky, thou art! The line, worne of the least t     was the presence. She dancing

face of murmurous gloom, till     perceived a lectures if you hear them my hollow too,     blasphemy, devotee when

the rest, contrived thirteen hundred     year, but you loves? Lintel of Plato, to what I know, this     imprudent carriages

the passing; she, their cousins—nay,     the affair with blue vein wander mouthed silver pretending     fame: I own true sublimed

wings more become sort of     explanation the lands drew, which hung down a stones which is me!     That the episodes are.

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King and Queen of the Pirates Part 44

Clockwork Island Adventure Part One,

The Straw hats docked on a nearby island to have a little break and some relaxation. Luffy saw something in the water as he was fishing. It looked like a seashell. He picked it up and looked at it closer. It looked like a mini windmill of some sort and on the side, there was a small wind-up key. He hopped on top of a rock and sat down and started winding up the device. It makes a ticking noise with each turn from the windup key. As he finished, the mini windmill slowly turned, ticking like a clock. Luffy eyes grew wide, and he grinned widely as he stared at the device excitedly.

 "Oi, I've found something coo! Come and see! Hey!" Luffy shouted. Nami was wearing a magenta two-piece bathing suit, lying down on her stomach on a table, tanning. She looked over at Luffy hearing him call out something.

"What's he so happy about?" She murmured. Zorro was doing some push-ups with a couple of sacks on his back. He was topless and wearing his black pants and boots with his bandanna tied on his arm. Sanji walked over to her, wearing a dark blue swim shorts with light blue stripes on the side and flip flops. He poured some sun lotion in his hand.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Nami!" Sanji smiled and started to rub the lotion on the navigator's back. "Oh! Nami! Your skin is so smooth!"

"If your hand goes any further than I like, I'll kill you, Okay?" Nami told him.

"Yeah." Sanji replied, blushing as he grinned ear to ear. He turned his head looking over towards Aya, seeing her in a dark green two piece with blue stripes. She was drawing in the sand with a stick. It was the green cloaked man with tattoos on the left side of his face that she saw back in Loguetown. Why did he smile at her like that? Did he know her from somewhere? Just who was he? Aya sighed in frustration.

"Hey Aya! Do you want me to rub some on you too!?" Sanji called out to her. Aya tensed up when she heard him. She raised her hand waving and not looking at him.

"No thanks, I'm fine." She replied. As she went back to her drawing, a ball flew over her head and slammed down on the sand, messing up her masterpiece. Aya twitched a little in anger and disappointment. She dropped the stick and slowly turned around to find the culprit standing not too far away behind her. Usopp had a sheepish grin on his face and made a nervous laugh. He was wearing a red a white one-piece bathing suit with a rubber float around his waist.

"Sorry about that. I did try to warn you!" He told her. Aya reached over and picked up the ball and stood up facing him. She tossed the ball back to him. "It's fine. I was about done with it anyway. Let's play."

"Man, this is one great vacation!" Sanji said.

"It's fine, but just remember that we've got bounties on our heads." Nami said.

"Hey everyone, come look! It's really cool!" Luffy called out again.

"But aren't you the one relaxing the most, Miss Nami?" Sanji asked her.

"It's the Going Merry! Come look!" Luffy shouted.

"It's okay. We're not in any hurry to get going." Nami said.

"I agree with Nami!" Sanji shouted.

"Our ship's really something!" Luffy grinned.

"What're you talking about, Luffy-" Usopp turned his head. His eyes went wide with a startled yelp. Everyone looked and their eyes grew wider as well in shock. The Going Merry had its sails down as the wind gently blew against it and was sailing away from the island without them on it. "OUR SHIP!"

"Our jolly roger is so cool!" Luffy replied, grinning as he watched the ship.

"You moron! How can you be so calm?!" Zorro shouted at Luffy.

"Our ship just got stolen!" Usopp cried out. Luffy's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"WHAT?! STOLEN!?' He exclaimed.

"YOU DIMWIT!" Both the sniper and the swordsman shouted at him. 

"Hold it, thief!" Luffy stretched his arm out towards the Going Merry. His fingers barely reached the railings, but he couldn't manage to grab it as he was out of reach. Luffy pulled his arm back and it quickly slingshoted back slamming into his face.

"The Going Merry is the gift I got from Kaya!" Usopp shouted.

"Being robbed by a thief? This is a joke, right?" Nami twitched, angrily. Aya stared at the ship with a frown as she bit her bottom lip nervously. All of their clothes and weapons were on that ship. Her medicine was on there. She didn't have any on her. Aya gritted her teeth, mentally kicking herself. How could have she been so stupid! She had to stay calm. As long she stayed calm, hopefully an attack won't happen. They watched the ship sail away leaving them behind.

"GIVE IT BACK!" Everyone cried out.

"It's been a whole week since it was stolen. But you know, couldn't we have found a better ship?" Sanji asked.

"Quit complaining." Zorro replied. 

The crew was riding in a small swan paddle boat, completely cramped inside. Luffy was keeping looking on the swan's neck. Zorro was wearing a black kimono with wooden sword at his side, Nami was wearing a white dress with a veil and a crown on her head, Sanji was wearing a white suit, Usopp was wearing a brown shinto priest kimono and a dark greenish brown hat. Aya refused to wear any of the outfits, not wanting to look ridiculous, still in her bathing suit. Luffy still had his clothes and straw hat.

"The only place open was a rental store for wedding ceremonies." Usopp said.

"By the way, where are we?" Luffy asked.

"I don't know! My maps and compass were stolen along with the ship, remember?" Nami said sarcastically.

"And my swords too, damn it." Zorro gritted his teeth.

"And my shoes." Sanji replied.

"It's good we're going after the thief and all, but why'd you set out to sea without any preparation!?" Nami shouted. While she was yelling at Sanji and Zorro, Aya noticed something floating in the water ahead of them.

"Hey, there's a kid." She pointed out, calmly. The crew looked out to where she was pointing seeing that it was a small boy, wildly thrashing in the water as he tried to keep his head up above it. He was wearing a stripped tan and red knitted hat, white shirt and tan vest and goggles around his neck

"Huh? Yeah, Aya's right, there's a kid over there." Usopp replied.

"Is he drowning?" Zorro asked.

"Guess I gotta do something." Sanji pushed Luffy and Usopp to the side and jumped into the water. He swam towards the boy. "Hey, you alright over there?" The boy suddenly stopped thrashing about, swimming perfectly fine. He made a smug smirk.

"Thanks for asking!" He answered. A shadow rose from underneath the water under the swan boat and a giant net pulled the crew along with it, trapping them inside.

"What?!" The straw hats exclaimed. Then a ship pulled out from the rocky cove and sailed over towards them. It was filled with treasure chests. The man looked at the captured crew with a smile on his face. He had blond hair, wearing goggles and a tan suit with a strapped pack, white scarf, brown gloves and a red and white bandanna tied to his arm with a key symbol and letters with a T-1 on it. 

"Akisu, good work." He called out. The boy climbed on to the boat.

"Easy victory, it was a piece of cake. Idiots like them are easy to trick." He smirked. Usopp growled, while Sanji and the others glared at the two as they were hanging in the net.

"Damn it, you little brat!" Usopp shouted.

"But they're broke. You can tell they don't have money on them just by the look of 'em." Akisu said.

"Duped, eh?" the man questioned, looking at the crew. He sighed in disappointment. "So they're just poor people." He walked over and pulled the string, untying the net. The straw hats dropped onto the boat as they fell. They sat up, looking at the two.

"Who the hell are you?!" Aya demanded.

"Yeah!" Sanji demanded as well. The man began to pose as he introduced himself and the boy followed him, posing as well. The two landed on top chest pile, staring down at the straw hats as they finished.

"Us? Those sailing in search of a mountain of treasure! The thief brothers! Borodo and Akisu!" Borodo told them.

"Thief brothers?" Usopp asked. The pile of chest collapsed underneath the two, knocking them down. It was filled with items, such as iron and small bags and pebbles that the two had fished from out of the sea.

"It's just a bunch of trash." Nami replied.

"Well, well...they're nothing but scavengers." Usopp said.

"That's not true! Watch what you say about Borodo! Borodo is the man who will steal the Diamond Clock from Clockwork Island and become the greatest thief in the world!" Akisu shouted at him.

"You mean THE famous Diamond Clock?" Nami exclaimed, happily. Her eyes went wider as dollar signs appeared.

"You know, what it is, Nami?" Sanji asked her.

"The finest jewel and greatest artifact ever crafted. The most valuable clock in the world!" She explained.

"That's our smart Nami!" Sanji smiled at her adoringly with hearts in his eyes.

"Ah, so if someone was able to steal it, he would be the world's greatest thief." Usopp said.

"Oh, then he's just like me!" Luffy grinned. "I'm aiming to be the greatest pirate in the world, the pirate king! My sister over here is aiming to be the queen!" Borodo stared at the two in disbelief.

"R-Ruler of the pirates!? With this ship?" He sputtered in shock then pointed towards the swan boat.

"No way in hell!" Usopp and Luffy both shouted.

"Our ship got stolen." Sanji explained.

"Yeah, you wouldn't happen to know who it is or seen it, have you?" Aya frowned looking at him. There was something off about this man. She did not trust him one bit.

"Does your ship have a pirate mark wearing a straw hat?" Borodo said.

"You've seen it!" Usopp shouted.

"The Trump pirates have it." He told them.

"Trump Pirates?" Luffy asked.

"They're a nefarious group of pirates that have a stronghold on Clockwork Island and terrorize the surround area. And the diamond clock that I'm after is also in their possession." Borodo explained to the crew.

He pulled out wanted posters of the group, showing it to the straw hats. On it was a chubby man wearing a white pig hat with white curly hair, a woman with wavy blond hair, a man wearing a helmet and goggles who had a long nose and curly mustache, the next one had a man with a jester like outfit, with black hair tied in a pony tail, pointed ears a painted scar mark on his right eye and a long scar slashed across his face from the top of his head down to his chin. The last poster had a large man bearing the resemblance of a bear, with a heart tattoo on the top of his bald head while his hair wildly pointed upwards from the side along with sideburns.

"They don't look so tough." Sanji and Zorro both commented at the same time. The two turned to each and started bickering.

"This bear guy is cool! Awesome!" Luffy said, excitedly, looking at the bear-like man.

"What are you so happy about?! They stole your ship! You're supposed to be pissed off! You're supposed to want to beat the crap out of 'em!" Borodo said in disbelief.

"B-Borodo, over there!" Akisu pointed out. Everyone looked and saw a very large ship with a bear flag with crossbones, sailing towards them. There were more ships as well, baring the same jolly roger flags and suit card symbols on the sails. Borodo began to sweat nervously as he gritted his teeth.

"That's-" Usopp squeaked.

"Trump Pirates." Borodo replied.

"Hey, Trump Pirates!" Luffy called out. A woman with blond hair looked down at the group when she heard Luffy. She was swimming completely nude at the ships master head that was shaped like a pool. Sanji's eyes popped out of their sockets as hearts appeared as he stared at her.

"That is one sexy lady!" He exclaimed.

"And what might you want?" The woman asked.

"Give us back the ship you stole from us!" Luffy demanded.

"Your ship? I've never seen it." She told him.

"Like hell you haven't!" Nami shouted, angrily. The woman's eyes widen at her before she smirked. The chubby man wearing the pig hat hopped over, landing on the the ship's master head, standing next to the woman in the pool.

"Alright! Time for a riddle!" He shouted.

"Riddle?" Sanji murmured.

"Who will become the greatest pirate in the world, the pirate king?" The man asked.

"Come on now, Boo Jack. That one's way too easy." The woman chuckled.

"Me!" Luffy pointed to himself.

"Boo-Boo! Wrong! The answer is our boss, Bear King!" He told Luffy.

"No, you're wrong." Luffy said.

"What?" The man blinked.

"What kind of riddle was that anyway?" Sanji asked.

"I knew these guys were nothing special." Zorro replied.

"Boo-Boo! So, you're mocking the Trump Pirates, eh!?" The chubby man growled.

"Well, the, it seems we have to explain it to them." The woman smirked. She snapped her fingers and the more pirates appeared from the ships. They charged at the straw hats.

"Here they come." Sanji said.

"I guess we don't have a choice." Zorro replied.

"Let's see what you got!" Borodo shouted.

"Hold this!" Luffy placed his hat on Nami's hat and charged towards the pirates, slamming his fist into them. Pirates surrounded Sanji and he kicked them down. Zorro smacked at a few with his wooden sword, knocking them out. Aya punched and kicked a few, knocking them into water. Borodo and Akisu watched the four in shock and amazement as they plowed through the pirates like weeds, tossing more into the water. Usopp dodged a couple as a few landed near him, knocked out.

The chubby man jumped off the boat, making himself into a spiked ball and started roll towards the crew, wrecking half the ship. Luffy jumped out of the way. The chubby man bounced back onto the boat landing on the master head.

"That's my Boo Jack!" The woman winked.

"What's with this guy?" Sanji asked.

"He might be full of tricks, but I have one up my sleeve. My famous "Escaping is winning" master plan!" Usopp ran over towards the ship's oar and started rowing fast. The boat quickly sped away.

"RUNNING AWAY?!" The crew shouted in disbelief. Usopp continued to paddle faster, and the enemy ship was getting smaller and smaller behind them. A small chest slipped out of Akisu's pocket, falling into the sea. He smacked Usopp's head with a broken board.

"STOP!" The boy cried out. Borodo jumped into the water swimming to the small box. Everyone blinked, wondering.

"What...happened?" Usopp groaned as he sat up, holding his head.

"It's safe!" Borodo held up the box, showing to Akisu. Akisu sighed in relief. Aya noticed something in the distance and her eyes widen as she saw the blond-haired woman along with the man who was shaped into a spike ball rolling towards them. 

"Guys! They're here-" Bombs were tossed onto the damaged boat, completely blowing it to smithereens. Everyone was tossed out from the explosion, getting separated. Zorro managed to grab Luffy, dragging him onto a floating wooded platform. Sanji came up swimming over towards it along with Usopp. Borodo grabbed Akisu, swimming over to the others as well. As the smoke cleared, Zorro looked around in worry. He saw the others, but Aya and Nami were nowhere to be seen.

"Hey Usopp! Where's Aya! Nami's missing as well!" He shouted at the sniper. Usopp's eyes widened and looked around, noticing the two girls were gone. Sanji looked around wildly as he tried to find them as well.

"Aya! Nami!" He called out to them.

"Now, it's riddle time again! What is it we want most?" The chubby pirate smirked, looking at the group. Sanji's eyes widened, along with Usopp's and the others as well. The blond-haired woman held Aya and Nami in her arms, who were knocked out cold.

"Nami! Aya!" Sanji cried out. 

"Aya!" Usopp shouted. The woman smirked at the crew. "Yes, you're right! We'll be taking them along with us."

"What'd you say?!" Sanji shouted. "Give them back!"

"They'll be souvenirs for our Captain Bear King." The man told them.

"It'll be fun to see him do this and that to them." The woman smirked.

"This and that?!" The crew sputtered in shock their eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. Boo Jack tossed another bomb, blowing up the raft, destroying it.

"Damn it." Zorro hissed. He held onto Luffy as the group fell into the water. Luffy slipped out of his grip, sinking deeper. Sanji quickly swam towards him, grabbing Luffy. The two breached the surface watching the woman and the man roll away with Aya and Nami. 

"Shit." Sanji cursed.

The group quickly gathered whatever they could from the wreckage. They climbed onto another piece from the boat. Borodo held onto a small sail as the wind blew them in the direction where the pirates went.

"Are we really going to get to Clockwork Island with this?" Sanji asked.

"Be quiet. Borodo is a genius at manipulating the wind and waves!" Akisu shouted at him.

"What are you so proud of, damn brat? Just so you know, Nami and Aya were taken 'cause you had to go and jump in the ocean." Sanji frowned at him.

"After all the trouble I went through to escape from them. So, what is it anyway, your treasure?" Usopp asked the boy.

"That music box is the only thing Akisu has left of his hometown." Borodo told them. Akisu began winding up the box.

"His hometown?" Luffy questioned. Akisu opened the lid from the music box and music started to play. He sat quietly, listening to it.

"When Akisu was a baby, I found him drifting in the sea. He was listening to that lullaby. That song was the only thing that would calm Akisu down." Borodo told them.

"So you're not real brothers?" Luffy asked.

"We're still brothers even if we're not related by blood!" Borodo said.

"That's right! I'm gonna become a cool thief like Borodo and never be hungry again!" Akisu shouted. Luffy reached up to touch his straw hat but only met his head. His mind flashed back to Shanks the one person he looked up to.

"Look! A whirlpool!" Usopp pointed out. The group saw a whirlpool within the distance to the side of them.

"Yeah, we're approaching Clockwork Island." Borodo explained. In front of them there was a small island with a tall spiral tower stretching up towards the sky for miles. Luffy and Usopp stared in awe.

"So...that's Clockwork Island." Zorro murmured.

"So, what should we do now? We want to steal the Diamond Clock and you want to get your nakama and ship back. Either way, we're all going to Trump Castle." Borodo told them.

"The base of those bastard pirates who took Nami and Aya. I won't forgive them for that." Sanji said.

"And Going Merry's there, too." Usopp said.

"And my swords." Zorro replied.

"Then let's go together to Trump Castle!" Borodo shouted.

"Yeah!" Luffy grinned nodding his head.

On the island at the top of the tall spiral tower, there was a castle. Inside there was a throne room filled with many glass panels and in the center was a large glass floor. On the throne was a large man, the bear king who was glaring at a man and a woman who had swirly hair that pointed upwards, wearing white lab coats. The jester like pirate was with him along with the man with goggled helmet and mustache.

 "What? Say that again!" The bear king shouted, furiously.

"You've occupied this island for 7 years now. The weapon you are forcing us to build has spilled too much blood. And when that horrible weapon of mass destruction is completed...You've done enough! Please don't taint the sea with more bloodshed!" The woman pleaded to him. The pirate fired at the two's feet, making the couple jump, startled. Beneath them under the glass floor, was a large wind-up key slowly spinning.

"Have you forgotten? This island's main key is under my complete control. You know what'd happen to the island if I were to break the key. Even if you don't like it, you should just keep quiet. Show them out." The bear king snapped his fingers and two members wearing numbers on the back of their clothes ran over to the couple, dragging them away.

"Let me go! I can walk on my own!" The man shouted.

"Once the 'King Cannon' is completed, everything will be in place. And then I, Bear King will control the entire sea! I will be the Pirate King!" The pirate smirked, maliciously.

To the side of the room, a glass elevator rode up and the doors opened. The blond-haired woman walked out along with the chubby pirate who was carrying Nami and Aya on his shoulders.

"Ah! Welcome back-gas! Honey Queen!" The mustached man ran over to them.

"Oh? What lovely women-gas! Did you kidnap them-gas?" He asked her. Nami looked up at him with a dark glare, growling. Aya tried to pull herself out of the chubby man's grip. She felt her body growing weaker. She growled, looking at the pirates in the room.

"Stop it already, Skunk One. These women are Bear King's sou-ve-nir." Honey Queen tsked him. The bear king walked over to them, looking at Nami and Aya, picking them up with his large hands.

"Oh! They're to be my brides?" He grinned at them. His face was met with a foot as Aya kicked him, leaving a foot imprint.

"Like hell! You ugly ass fat gorilla!" She shouted. He stared at her unfazed as if he didn't even feel her kick. Aya gritted her teeth as she glared at him.

"Aya, shut up." Nami hissed at her. "I'm trying to keep us both alive! By that, I mean me!" She knew that Aya could handle herself well. But Nami couldn't help but noticed that Aya's kick was weaker than what she had witnessed her fighting. The man stared at Aya with an emotionless expression, silently.

"What're you looking at?" Aya demanded. The bear king grinned ear to ear, happily, ignoring Aya's glare that she was giving him.

"She's my type!" He shouted. Aya's mouth dropped a little in disbelief. "E-Excuse me?!" He placed the two girls down and took Aya's hands in his own, holding them.

"P-P-Please marry me!" He sputtered nervously.

"No way!" Aya shouted shaking her head. Nami pushed Aya to the side, standing in front of the man.

"Don't mind her. It's just, we've only just met you once. And unfortunately, I hate hairy men." She told the pirate.

"I'll shave it all off!" The man insisted.

"But I hate weak men even more." Nami replied. The man pulled out some weights, lifting them.

"I'm super strong!" He insisted.

"But I know you can't win against Luffy and the others." Nami smiled.

"Yeah, my boyfriend is going to kick your ass." Aya shouted. "He'll snipe you dead. His name is Usopp."

"Luffy? Usopp?" The bear king questioned.

"He's their nakama. He's a freak whose body can stretch like rubber. Nothing to worry about. The other other one is a coward. He practically ran away at the sight of us." The chubby pirate told him.

"This guy...would he be Straw Hat Luffy?" The jester pirate asked. He pulled out Luffy's wanted poster.

"Eh? That weak little guy has a bounty?" Queen Honey asked, taking Luffy's poster, looking at it.

"And I suspect Roronoa Zoro was with him as well. In any case, we should be cautious." The jester replied.

"Heh! Caution, you say? For this little twerp? Alright then." The bear king smirked. He looked over at Nami and Aya. He tossed Luffy's poster, shooting at it. "As you requested, I'll show you both how strong I really am. His bounty is $30 million belis. It will fund our wedding!"

"Nice going, Nami." Aya hissed at her.

"I just bought us some time!" Nami argued. She turned back to the pirates. "How about a lovely round of poker, anyone?" 

Borodo pulled the small raft up to the shore of the beach and the crew stepped off of it. Luffy looked up at the tall spiral tower. "Too cool! Too cool!" He exclaimed jumping up and down excitedly the balls of his heels.

"How the hell did they set up something like this?" Usopp asked.

"They made it to defend themselves from enemy invasion. If someone tries to invade the stairway, they'll be killed before they even reach the town above." Borodo explained.

"Traps, eh? So how do we climb it?" Sanji asked.

"There's an elevator running through the center shaft. When they come out to terrorize the seas, the secret door will open. So until then we'll-" Borodo started to explain. The straw hats ignored him as they were already halfway up the stairs. Borodo's eyes widened in horror as he ran towards them. Akisu followed him as the two quickly joined up with the pirates. "WAIT! YOU IDIOTS! Weren't you listening? Those stairs are full of traps!"

"We'll just tackle them one at a time." Zorro said.

"Waiting here's too much of a pain. We'll just go right up." Sanji replied.

"This'll be fun!" Luffy grinned.

"You better listen to Borodo!" Akisu shouted. The crew started to run up the stairs then the steps suddenly went flat underneath them and they started to slide down. Sanji cried out as he saw water rushing towards them, crashing into the crew, knocking them off their feet. Luffy's popped out and he screamed as pillars of stone emerged from the staircase behind them, filled with spikes. He quickly grabbed the sides of the stairs, stretching himself, catching Zorro, Sanji, Usopp, Borodo and Akisu before they were all impaled. Suddenly the group heard a rumbling sound and looked up. Luffy and Borodo screamed, while Usopp and Akisu held each other, screaming as well, as they saw giant boulders rolling towards them. Sanji jumped and started to kick away at the boulders, shattering them.

"Guess I gotta do something!" Zorro grabbed the floor and started to lift it up with his bare hands. It crumbled away creating a path, making it easier to run up it. Borodo's eyes widened in shock. "Amazing!"

"Let's get going!" Sanji shouted. The group ran up the stairs and Sanji kicked away at the boulders as the came rolling down at them. He kicked at a door, prying it off it's hinges. They ran out of the tunnel, panting as they tried to catch their breaths.

"We finally reached the town!" Borodo shouted. They saw spiral houses on the hills along with windmills and the castle with card suit designs on it, resting in the center of the town. A large cog wheel circled the land as it spinned around it. Zorro and Sanji collapsed on the ground as they panted in exhaustion. Luffy's eyes widened as he shook his fists up and down, wildly in excitement.

"What is that?! What is that?! It's so cool!" He cried out, looking at the spiral buildings.

"What kind of city is this?" Usopp asked.

"This is Clockwork Town. And that must be Trump Castle." Borodo said. At the top of the castle was a large glass diamond clock.

"There's the Diamond Clock!" Akisu shouted.

"Yeah! The most valuable clock in the world! And look at the top of the castle!" Borodo pointed out above. Usopp looked through his googles and his eyes widened in shock as well as relief as he saw their ship above the castle.

"It's the Going Merry!" He exclaimed.

"Are you sure?" Luffy asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure of it! It's on top of the castle."

"It can't tell it's so far." Luffy squinted his eyes as he tried to see it. Zorro frowned as he turned to Borodo.

"Oi. It's interesting that you could tell where our ship was from down here."

"Huh? Oh, thanks." Borodo smiled, looking away from him. Zorro narrowed his eyes at him in suspicion.

"Damn!" Sanji cursed as he held his feet. They were bloodied as he was kicking away at the boulders.

"Your feet." Zorro frowned in concern.

"Nah, it's nothing!" Sanji hissed and stood up, walking away from him.

"Alright! Let's get moving!" Luffy shouted.

"We're attacking Trump Castle?" Borodo asked. The group started to head towards the town.

"We'll eat. Then change clothes." Luffy said.

"W-What? Are you okay with this? Your nakamas has been kidnapped. Aren't' you going to attack?" Borodo asked in shock. The crew walked into a store and picked out some clothes, so it'll be easier to fight in as well some food.

"Since it's Nami and Aya, they'll be fine." Ussop said as he put on an orange shirt, green shorts, and his bandanna.

"Aye, this is so much easier to move in." Zorro smiled, putting on a black jacket with a white scarf, now armed with a sword.

 Sanji was wearing a sea green shirt and black pants. "Alright, take care of the bill, okay?" He told Borodo.

"Hey, wait! -" Borodo stammered. A woman held out the bill to him. "Here you go. Come again!" Borodo and Akisu sputtered in disbelief as they looked back at the straw hat crew seeing them leave the two behind. "Excuse me, can't I get a discount?" Borodo asked the shopkeeper. "No." Zorro, Sanji and Usopp were walking down the stairs when they saw Luffy had stopped in front of a store. His face was pressed against the window as he ate a croissant bread while holding some more food in his hands. Usopp ran over to him.

"Hey Luffy, what're you standing there for?"

"Remarkable workmanship!" The sniper saw that it was clock shop as the display window had mini windmills. Sanji and Zorro walked inside, while Luffy and Usopp were admiring the crafts.

"Wind-up crafts?" Sanji questioned.

"What are you saying?" Usopp asked Luffy. Luffy started to make gestures with his hands, telling Usopp because his mouth was stuffed with food. "Clockwork. Island. Is. A Very Fun. Island." Borodo and Akisu walked up behind them and walked into the store. The group heard a man call out.

"Strangers. You know nothing of this place. The time for calling this island 'fun' is in the distant past. There was a time when this was an island of dreams." They saw him along with his wife, both had swirly hair and wearing white lab coats.

"We created an autonomous clock to commemorate the birth of our child. We were congratulated by all the people of the island." The woman said.

"Wow! So you two made the Diamond Clock?" Akisu asked the two.

"But, ever since the Trump Pirates occupied this island, we've been living through hell every day. Now, we're only making tools for killing! If we rebel, Bear King will destroy the island. By occupying the castle that houses the central key, there is no limit to their control." The man explained to them.

"That's cruel!" Akisu growled, angrily.

"Fear not, for your problems shall soon be solved! Because the Trump Pirates will be defeated by these guys, the greatest pirates in the world!" Borodo shouted. Zorro silently stared at him, frowning.

"Oi, we haven't agreed to anything."  Sanji hissed at Borodo.

"That's right! We only want to get our stuff back! Can't we just do that?" Usopp shouted.

"But didn't that just make your blood boil? As long as those bastards are here, nothing can help this island!" Borodo insisted. Akisu copied him, repeating what Borodo was saying.

"Nothing can save it!" 

"Well, well. Aren't you just thinking the Diamond Clock will be easier to steal without them around?" Usopp smirked. Borodo's eyes widened and he quickly slapped his hand on Usopp's mouth.

"Shut it!" He hissed. However, the man and woman already heard what Usopp said.

"I see. We don't mind. We'd be grateful if you were to take it away. Whenever I see it...it only reminds me of a painful past. However, it's quite impossible to steal. Those who have tried before have all perished." The woman replied.

"It's not impossible! There's nothing Borodo can't steal!" Akisu shouted.

"Y-Yeah!" Borodo said, nervously.

"You just don't understand just how terrible the Trump Pirates are. If you don't want to die, please leave this island at once!" The woman insisted the group.

"We can't do that." Sanji told her. "The Trump Pirates took something of ours. We're not leaving without them."

"We've got some private business with them." Zorro said.

"Death creates no future for you!" The woman shouted at the two.

"If you don't risk your life, you can't create a future. Right?" Luffy told her. The woman's eyes widened in surprise. Luffy grinned. "Let's go!" He ran out of the store, heading towards the castle.

"Right!" Zorro followed after him.

"Just wait a little longer, Nami and Aya." Sanji murmured, chasing after them. Akisu ran after them but fell face first in the ground. 

"What'd are you doing?" Usopp pulled the boy back up and the two followed Borodo as he ran past them up the stairs. "Akisu, let's go!"

"OK!" 

"Wait!" The woman and man chased after them as the crew ran out of their shop but they stopped when the two heard Borodo called out Akisu's name. The man and woman's eyes widened in shock. "That boy was...Akisu?" The woman whispered. She saw something lying on the bottom on the steps and picked up Akisu's music box.

Nami slapped down her cards down on the table with a wide grin. "I win again!" She laughed. Her and Aya, along with the Trump pirates were playing with her, losing very badly.

"I wonder what's going on out there? Could it be that none of their friends are coming to save them? They must've gotten killed by the traps along the way." Honey Queen said.

"You wish." Aya replied.

"Those guys won't die that easily! It just wouldn't be a challenge then!" Nami said.

"Well, I think I'll take a look at what's going on." Honey Queen stood up walking away. Nami grinned, trying to get her to come back. "Aw, you running away? Do you know how much you owe me? Or will you pay me with your body?" Suddenly, the woman began to strip down. Aya's and Nami's eyes widened in shock. Her body slowly began to liquefy turning into water and went down the pipes.

"W-What?!" Nami sputtered.

"I'll go too!" Boo Jack grinned, hopping onto a unicycle and jumped out the window, riding down the pipe line.

Nami gritted her teeth in concern. "That woman...she's a devil fruit user!" 

The straw hats climbed into a hot air balloon. Borodo opened the sails and ignited the gas blowing air into the sail, flying them up towards the castle. Luffy grinned as he saw them going higher into the air. 

"Sweet! We can see the whole island from up here!" Usopp shouted.

"Don't get too carried away. There's a field of landmines down there." Borodo warned them.

"Windmills?" Luffy frowned, seeing the windmills below them. He pulled out the mini windmill. "They look like this thing?" He tried to turn the key but it was stuck.

"Maybe it floated away from this island." Usopp suggested.

"It's not working." Luffy replied. Akisu held his hand out.

"Let me look at it." Luffy handed the windmill to him and Akisu pulled out a small screwdriver. He began to tinker with it quickly with ease. Luffy and Usopp watched in amazement.

"You're pretty good at that!" Usopp replied.

"Akisu's something, even though he's never practiced, he can fix of all kinds of machines." Borodo said.

"There, it's fixed now." Akisu turned the key, winding the windmill up. It slowly began to tick like a clock as the sails turned.

"Whoa! it's working! You're great!" Luffy exclaimed, happily and patted Akisu on his back. The two laughed.

"Still alive, are we?" Everyone froze as they heard Honey Queen's voice. She came out from a water fountain. Sanji leaned over the side of the balloon.

"It's that sexy lady!" He grinned with his hearts in his eyes. "What should I do?!"

"Get a grip already!" Usopp grabbed onto the cook so he wouldn't fall out.

"She's not a normal human!" Zorro shouted.

"She has the powers of the devil fruit." Borodo told them.

"Quite right! The Toro Toro Fruit to be precise. Boo Jack, reward them." She smirked. The chubby man hopped up towards the crew.

"Reward me!" Sanji smiled reaching out towards the woman. He growled as he saw Boo Jack, heading towards the balloon. "Not you!" Boo jack tossed a ball at them. Sanji leaped out of the hot air balloon to kick it away. "Take this!" But the ball quickly turned into spikes. Sanji's eyes widened and his foot was impaled by it.

"Sanji!" Luffy cried out.

"It went straight through his foot!" Zorro shouted. Borodo quickly grabbed Sanji before he could fall.

"You save him!" Honey Queen hopped up, towards the crew. She smirked her eyes turned into slits and released a wave of water, engulfing them in it. "HOW NAUGHTY!" Sanji slipped out of Borodo's grip and fell to the ground below them. He set off a landmine, exploding every time he bounced down the hill.

"SANJI!" Luffy cried out.

Borodo quickly sailed the balloon away from the two pirates. Luffy, Zorro, and Usopp could only watch as they saw the two pirates capture Sanji, taking him to the castle.

Nami and Aya's eyes widened in shock as they saw Sanji tossed towards them. He was badly injured and tied up, his arms and legs bound together.

"Sanji!" Nami cried out, running over to him. Aya rushed over to him as well, staring down at the cook, worried.

"Sanji..." She whispered softly. Sanji turned his head away from them.

"N-Nami, Aya, I feel ashamed to look this way."

"Sanji!-" Nami tried to speak to him, but he wouldn't look at her or Aya. Bear King grinned as he walked over to the three.

"See how kind I am? I didn't kill him because he's your nakama." He told Nami and Aya. Aya didn't even acknowledge him as she tried to get Sanji to look at her. Nami frowned, turning towards the large man. She stood up, stepping over Sanji, smiling at him.

"Hmph. I don't care about him anymore. A strong man like you is better!" She smiled.

"Didn't I tell ya?" Bear King grinned.

"But marriage is a very important event in a girl's life." Nami told him.

"I know." He nodded.

"So, in exchange, my nakama-" Nami was cut off by him. Bear King turned to Skunk One. "Oi, Skunk One!"

Skunk One turned towards the window, as he flew out of it using gas. "Ay! I'll help her decide-gas!"

"Wait! That's not what I meant!" Nami shouted trying to him. Bear King grabbed her dragging Nami away from the window. He walked over to Aya to pull her away from Sanji. As he placed his hand on Aya's shoulder, she slapped his hand away. She slowly turned her head towards him with a dark look in her eyes. Her sea foam-colored eyes were glowing ever so slightly around the edges. She was so angry. She hated seeing Sanji like this.

"Don't touch me." She growled at him.

Nami's eyes widened, seeing Aya's eyes. Nami blinked her eyes again. When she did, Nami saw that Aya's eyes had returned to normal. Were her eyes just glowing? Had she imagined it? She could've sworn that they were.

The Bear King blinked at Aya. He stepped back from her, a little intimidated.

[quirkydoodler]

Sometimes, just knowing that you are not alone in this vast world can be an overwhelming comfort.

I met up with two friends today: T, who I’ve talked about briefly in previous posts, and Z, who is basically like my equally dorky brother.

Z drove me around so I could meet up with T and then meet back up with Z later on. So, it’s been a long day.

But, in that period of long, hot and grueling walks (not unenjoyable, by the way! Lots of photography moments and just peaceful vibes of walking in an overall quiet environment sets my chill level to the max — next to camping out in my room during late nights reading, drawing, or watching videos), a lot of my feelings of uncertainty felt put to rest, put at peace, and most importantly, brought to understanding and closure.

For a few months up to around now, I’ve harbored feelings for T; about two months ago I confessed these feelings and was politely rejected (he’d told me “thank you” and just that he wasn’t looking for anything right now; honestly, neither was I — I just needed to voice my feelings so, at the least, he might realize not everyone thought of him as a “complete dipshit”).

But during the walks, I realized more and more:

I’m okay with calling T a friend. And nothing more than platonic respect. Because, that he even bothered reaching out to me to hang out for a couple of hours — even AFTER the whole awkward confession situation — meant more to me than having those feelings reciprocated.

And that’s what genuine love and care and compassion means, though, is it not?

Valuing and embracing the other person’s happiness, rather than singling out what they can do to make you happy.

Quite frankly, it’s a bit of a freeing sensation.

I have not had a crush on anyone in a very long time, but through these last few months (and today, especially), I realize there truly is truth to be found in every encounter, and lessons to be learned.

And, now that I can put that crush to rest (and rather, as a memory to retell my own kids one day of what I learned through embracing unrequited love that can precede, or even be outweighed, by meaningful friendship)…

I’m ready to get back out and explore the world.

Not that I haven’t been trying to already, but…

On this way now I don’t need to be tied down by those feelings. New things and opportunities are just around the corner.

And in the meantime, Z and I took more walks afterwards, got pizza, and had a lot of good laughs and conversations.

Point in case, I am content. I can be sarcastic and dorky and quirky and obsessed with taking photos, and just knowing and remembering that I have made bonds with people who enjoy my company, and I theirs, is perhaps what gives me reason and purpose in my life.

Besides…

As for dealing with the experiences of a single person…

I’m still an artist and a Stay. There’s plenty within those realms, I think, to keep me happy from the inside for the time being.

I’ll still walk step by step pondering what it might be like to find and encounter and know the person out there who is right for me, but I will walk with assertion here on out, and for that I couldn’t be more grateful right now.

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Kara is steadfastly not looking at Lena as she greets her family, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t aware of Lena in the room, her heartbeat loud and fast, filling Kara’s ears.

She knows, once she sees Lena, there will be nothing to stop her crossing the room and sweeping her up in her embrace, holding her tight and vowing to never let her go again.

But her friends deserve a hello, and she wants it too.

J’onn’s arms are strong, making her feel safe and protected as he hugs her.

She’s surprised by the amount of emotion there is in Brainy’s voice when he speaks, and she hugs him close as their bodies collide.

Nia holds her so close, fingers curling into her suit to hold her as tight as possible as Kara holds her back, smiling into the hug, so happy to see her, to see them all.

And then there’s Lena.

The way Lena’s lip quivers, the way tears shine bright in Lena’s eyes, nearly breaks Kara’s heart when she finally turns to her.

She did that, she hurt Lena once again.

Lena steps forward, arms opening at the same time as Kara’s do and then their bodies are crashing together, Kara’s arms holding her as tight as she can without hurting her.

Kara breathes in, smells Lena’s perfume and shampoo mixed with something sweet that Kara’s never been able to identify, but it’s what one of Lena’s shirts had smelled like that she’d left at Kara’s apartment, one Kara had worn until it didn’t smell like her anymore.

She has to choke back a sob as emotions swell in her chest, a confusing tangle of fear and hope and love that has Kara pressing her face into Lena’s neck for a moment as she tries to center herself, get her emotions back in check.

“It’s only because you’re on the team that I’m here,” Kara manages to get out, something Alex had told her, something Alex had confessed after, tears in her eyes and a shake in Alex’s body when her sister had told her they could’ve gotten Kara back sooner, how Alex had chosen to save thousands of people but Lena fought to save her instead.

Fear and hope had collided in Kara’s chest then, too, because she’d made that choice with Mon-El, sent him away, to save Earth. Kara’s not sure she could’ve made that same decision if it had been Lena in his place, and that scares her.

Lena gasps at the words, and all Kara can do is hold her as she feels Lena’s arms tighten around her.

And then all too soon, Lena is pulling away but Kara can’t let go, not yet. Her hands slip over Lena’s biceps, down her forearms to grip her hands. She squeezes Lena’s hands, Lena smiling at the gesture, and something clicks in Kara’s chest.

Kara swallows, tilting forward before she even realises it, drawn to Lena, eyes caught on her smile.

Lena freezes, and it’s that motion, or lack of motion, that stops Kara, makes her realise what she’s doing, what she was about to do.

Her eyes flash up to Lena’s, confusion now swimming in wide green eyes as she remains frozen on the spot.

She was about to kiss her best friend, her very platonic best friend, and even if her feelings for said best friends certainly aren’t platonic, she still knows you’re not meant to kiss your best friend.

(You’re not meant to fall in love with them either but that’s another issue).

Kara glances to the right when movement draws her attention and now Kara feels frozen too as she spots Alex, glancing between them, an all to knowing look on her face.

That’s not good, because if Alex knows, knows what she’s thinking, knows what she was about to do, that means Lena might too, and that’s altogether another scary thought.

Her father stepping into the room breaks the moment, saves Kara from having to say or do anything and Kara feels relief course through her body, both because it means she doesn’t have to deal with this right now and because he’s actually here, alive, it wasn’t a dream. The relief loosens her limbs, lets her move once again as she crosses the room to hug him, avoiding eye contact with everyone else as she does.

She can feel two particular sets of eyes burning a hole in her back, like they’re the ones with heat vision, but Kara ignores them, hardly even pays attention to what is being said as she points to the balcony.

“I’m just going to…” she doesn’t even finish her sentence as she walks off. It’s dark out, so she doesn’t have the excuse of wanting to get some sun as she steps on to the balcony, but it gives her a moment to breathe.

She focuses on the sounds around her, the street below, cars honking, people laughing, the noise of the city filling her mind, leaving little room for anything else.

“Kara?”

Kara knew someone would follow her, but she jumps at the intrusion, so focused on the rest of National City the noise from the tower had gotten lost in it.

Alex steps in close, arm going through Kara’s as she leans into her sister’s side, head falling to rest on Kara’s shoulder.

Kara sighs, leans into Alex’s touch, knows her sister needs this contact just as much as she does.

They’re silent for a while, and Kara’s starting to wonder if Alex will actually say something when she finally speaks.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Kara swallows. She knows exactly what Alex is talking about. “Talk about what?” she asks anyway.

“About how you nearly kissed Lena.”

Alex’s words are quiet, soft, like she knows how Kara will react, but that doesn’t stop Kara’s intake of breath and the sudden desire to just leap from the balcony.

Alex’s arm tightens around hers, like she knows exactly what Kara is thinking.

“Alex-“ Kara starts, the name half choked out, but Alex interrupts.

“I know,” Alex soothes, lifting her head so she can look at Kara. “I know.”

“Do you...do you think she noticed?” Kara asks. She’s not sure why she’s so scared when she wants nothing more than to pull Lena back into her arms and hold on forever. Maybe it’s because she’s hurt her so much already, or maybe it’s because she’s already lost her so many times and if she truly opens her heart to Lena and she loses her again, it will destroy her.

“She did,” Alex nods.

Kara presses her lips together and wills herself not to cry as she looks back over the city.

“Hey,” Alex says, hand against Kara’s cheek, bringing them face to face again. “She wants that too, okay? I was with her while you were gone, I saw how much she cares about you, I saw that she’d do anything to get you back. Trust me. You two have been through so much and you deserve to be happy. You don’t have to talk to her now, but you should when you’re ready. She’ll understand.”

“But-“

“I promise,” Alex says, her voice strong. Kara believes her. “She’ll wait as long as you need her to.”

Kara lets the words settle over her. The air is cold but she fights away the chill, focuses on the warmth of Alex’s body instead, focuses on her heartbeat to keep her grounded.

“I love her,” Kara whispers after a long moment. She glances back inside as she says it, heart getting caught in her throat when she sees Lena watching them. Lena quickly turns, feigns doing something on the computer, but the jump in her heart says she knows she’s been caught.

Alex doesn’t seem surprised by the admission. Kara wonders how long she’s known. 

“And she loves you too,” Alex says with a smile and a kiss to Kara’s temple.

Kara lets the words wash over her, something warm settling in her chest as her sister gives her arm one last squeeze and leaves.

Kara turns and watches her go, hears the anxious, “Is she okay?” Lena quietly asks Alex as she walks by.

“I think so,” Alex says and Kara’s not sure if that’s true as she shivers, the cold air filling her lungs and reminding her too much of the Phantom Zone that she breathes out, trying to focus on the sounds of the city again to push it all away.

She’s about to go back inside, see if she can’t get another platonic hug from Lena because that’s the warmest she’s felt since she returned, when a voice behind her startles her again.

“Mind if I join you?”

It’s hesitant, unsure, Lena twisting her fingers together as she says it.

“Please,” Kara says, sounding a touch too desperate as she nods to the space beside her.

Lena steps in close, but not quiet touching as they stand side by side, her hands falling to rest on the rail beside Kara’s.

“I missed you,” Lena says into the silence, quiet and honest.

“I missed you, too,” Kara replies, eyes darting sideways. Lena’s face is half shadowed in the dark, but achingly beautiful in the dim lights of the city.

She glances back out over the city, wonders if Lena will bring up what happened. Or what almost happened.

But she remains silent, and Kara realises that Lena is just going to let it go, let Kara do things in her own time, when she’s ready.

Kara shifts her hand closer to Lena’s on the railing, fingers brushing slightly. She almost stops there, almost pretends it’s an accident but the little sigh Lena lets out at the contact has Kara giving up any pretence as she threads her fingers through Lena’s.

“I’m so glad you’re home.” Lena swallows. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if-” She cuts herself off, the words getting caught in her throat, sounding close to tears again. Kara gives her hand a squeeze, and then realises that’s not enough so she turns, pulling Lena into a hug once more.

Lena sags against her, feels the shake of Lena’s body as Kara holds her.

“I’m here,” Kara promises, pressing a kiss to Lena’s hair. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“You promise?” Lena asks, pulling away. She’s not crying but tears are shimmering in her eyes and she hates once again that she’s hurt Lena.

“I promise.”

They stay like that for a long moment, in each others space. Kara uses a great deal of self control not to glance down at red lips again.

It’s Lena that steps away first, again. Kara almost chases the contact but she stops herself this time.

“You didn’t get any of the cake before, and I heard a rumour that it’s your favourite.”

Kara’s eyes light up. “Is there any left?”

Lena laughs, eyes lighter than they have been all evening and something in Kara’s chest settles, feels almost normal, like it hasn’t in a long time.

“Duh, no one gets between Kara Danvers and food.”

Kara pokes out her tongue, which Lena responds to with a poke in her side and everything just feels right.

“Hey,” Kara says, catching Lena’s hand as she’s about to walk inside. Kara’s not sure if it’s because Lena looks so beautiful or if it’s because she wants no more secrets between them or she just doesn’t want to wait anymore but the words tumble from her lips with none of her previous fear. “I love you.”

Lena’s sharp intake of breath says she got Kara’s intended meaning.

“It doesn’t have to mean anything,” Kara continues. “Not yet, or ever, but I want you to know.”

This time it’s Lena who’s leaning forward, crowding into Kara’s space. Kara doesn’t miss the way Lena’s eyes fall to her mouth, in a complete role reversal from before.

Kara is the one that crosses the final distance, tilts her head to capture Lena’s lips in her own.

Despite knowing it’s about to happen, Kara still gasps when their mouths meet, heat flooding through Kara as Lena’s fingers tangle in her hair, hold her close as their lips move together.

“I love you, too,” Lena says into the kiss, but the shock of the words are enough to make Kara pull away.

“You do?” Kara breathes, voice filled with awe.

Lena looks slightly dazed, her lip stick smudged and it makes it very hard not to kiss her again.

“I do. I have for a long time. Even when...” Lena trails off, Kara knowing exactly when Lena was referring to, something they still need to talk about.

“Me too,” Kara says, swallowing down the emotion building in her chest. She hadn’t realised, all this time, Lena had felt the same way.

She’s about to lean in, to kiss Lena again, because Lena’s lips are so soft and she wants to show Lena exactly how she feels about, but voices inside pull her attention away.

“Are you thinking about cake?” Lena asks, misinterpreting her distraction.

“No,” Kara smiles. “Nia is excitedly telling Alex that we just kissed.”

“Oh,” Lena says, cheeks going red. Kara’s not sure if it’s the word ‘kiss’ or the fact that they’ve been caught that causes it though. Lena swallows. “Do you want to go and get some cake?” Lena asks as she glances inside, sees they’re being watched, but she makes no move to pull away this time.

Kara shakes her head. “No.”

“Are you okay?” Lena asks, jokingly bringing a hand to her forehead as her attention returns to Kara. “I’ve never heard of Supergirl passing up cake before.”

Kara rolls her eyes with a shrug. “Some things are better than cake.”

“Oh really?” Lena asks, a smile playing on her lips.

Kara winds her arms around Lena’s neck, tilts forward, her lips brushing Lena’s when she speaks. “Really.”

A call from Alex pulls them apart not long later and Kara turns to see her sister’s nose scrunched up in disgust as she looks at them, but she can also tell Alex is trying not to smile.

“Are we allowed to eat this cake yet? I’m starving.”

Kara smiles as she reaches down to thread her fingers through Lena’s hand, tugs her towards the door.

There are knowing, and very amused, looks when they return inside, but they all look happy.

Kara’s happy too, something she wasn’t sure she’d ever feel again.

It’s her father’s comment that makes her laugh again as they’re all eating cake, Kara managing with just one hand because she’s not ready to let Lena go yet.

“Is Lena not your wife?”

Kara presses her face into Lena’s shoulder, cheeks red when Alex’s response is, “not yet.”

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