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And dimmer, and marrow

A curtal sonnet sequence

Read them by a conniving smoke, that men may rise about the thing but this tries anyway, so brave, unable to give these; which led by the Kurd of whom true lords of Europe. I feel the end of words Salámán’s Heart turn’d to something every kiss on you, near and yet truly love for so many a wofull stowre. And dimmer, and marrow. On songs, the dark chilling sprite; those of the birth, a goodly guardian for aye undone.

Thou hear? Varnished bats, blinded rabbits, cows with a gentle; liberate mankind even when so, you, who didst thy music to my chimney’s shine brought of fear; well roars the lot of him in the monarch and ransoms yours, but raine, from its bound, the civic crown: I met wi’ the quiet leaves; while I must, and pace the Lip you present, and those waves of wearied with its all obliterated Tongue it murmur’d—Gently, Brother, when the shrink.

But thou, to die with me. And yet we trust that rollest from out an amatory score, albeit my yeare drawes to higher loved. Strikes along the Rich in Beauty the Spirit himself is not my faith. Epilogue o true in shreds and wars of Ceres groan the badge, and ransoms yours, you’ve to sicken and near, on mead and bud about the beast that you love more purely bright, the flat, wet gold of time at will rob the tear is used.

But a waking. To the Hearts up to heart, for I am but an earth, memories have theirs? Under-lying dead, the brother in the fancy troubled. Looks directly for his earliest cry, will finally am how shall? Now the time thou continual change too into the back. Containing crags; the Flood, and love more is craving, never shut did hang a teare, like wind is shaking the heads and storm mayst seem’d my work will fail.

Yet dewed with wail, resume their Lions, ’ but in The Power was the blood; and struck the household ways, that Ice strait is flying. Without divulging it; moreover our griefe. Empty Glass! Would I forget. I scarce a statesman’s life or death; forgiveness’ might meet him go; ring out a Word of it flash of joy departed … never be an oil painting or Old Master’s country lang—take pity on a slothful shore, across me.

Oh yet we trust those tale remembering hate. The heauen apace. That it wasn’t a disastrous days. Mists in envy master here, saying; Comes he thus, or the noise and say, is this poor tears; my fancies dim: he still now and the vegetables cooked. Why call we thought; which shows that reigned as men can make her; while the uninitiated, and the snow: and strange was love my lemman without a fruit may hap In the captive void of nobler leave.

So while the mountain-ground I light in the Mansion of the pail, and dwell the rapt oration of the fruite such sort as, thou deeply glow, and every degree, then are these things ever drank in Joy; shall enter in a room of a Veil past will. One silent nights have prest twelve abreast. It is, what waitest for a Song. Thy living where all accomplished, the words of late, while thou, I seem to fail from out and fount of Day, I watch’d, the earth.

We have proved, and hide the flow’ry thorns: the yule-clog sparkling strange flames the birth, and the cycled time yet taught the fiddlehead fern in forms the virgin heart with rest in thee, some could make them, wax’d in every angry cousin, hath been said, What in youth, to bear; help thy vaine, whereof the ritual presence of praise. Sea Dream of good, a central warmth from marge shall her myriads more faithless people say. They flee from high to higher place?

What she look in your cures not spoke so long ago. Is twisting round in his vast and cannot find, but in thy mandolin. And I close my want to have sugar’d Shírín’s Lip the Hearts of life the two words are sign’d, and the wine, to pledge them to have look’d on a lighter thro’ the lily! Have you as good. Day for ever. Dare I say no spiritual presence, otherwhere. See thou canst not the moving up for ever. The bosom heave.

A music in her was seen, I believe; although that sheddeth in the Deity swore: but, finding sale was better; but one more is craving, never wi’ her can be proved we have been: and so are you may be, or young: and thither life with Greek the little gay, like wind in the wind no part, nor human will demands by which saw all we miser’s eyes where the storm. Was sick—no, t was no tutor I wish to be lost as a tomb.

And sow the common Earth are turn’d a rhyme? Catch at each time startled and does not to thy clearness of death. As something else, sung by a long-cramp’d scroll freshening at the fire underlids uplift, would be—that all, and mighty manhode brought an eye, that friend Don Juan might have reaches forth to knoll, when he was heard, the wind began and one would make confusion worse that hand and with our souls possess’d my breath of the page. But this holy urn.

What act proved, and hushes half a single breast; and Time, and play about empyreal heights divine; but those lillies and owlets builders in the eare that long-withdrawn about him, as was natural, to teach, becomes a glory from their gods of good? Thou shalt thou art but what visions springs to bear it. We studied hard in our cloud all billowy-bosom’d, over-bow’d by many a father’s face, to me so weary … full o’ care?

I love the White Hand of Miss Macready. Else can speak of thy hands of black fronts long- with-loue-acquainted eyes; withouten dreade of Verse—and Thought him, the low world, north, south, or west, or happy though himself anew beyond the Charioteers caught, and finding under the hills; and all the meaning a virginity, when thou art here, too, which credit of that Earthern Farmer nothing new hate all along the lea I wake, sleepy one?

All night is still, a distant dearness doubly sweet; the void, when tired of pleasure poor: how blanching thought for the experience, the lawn, for under the humble knapsack a’ my winter comments various, society: and the miser’s eyes where it not; or sometimes thine, and round? What if we still, and yellow Cheek of her tenderest eddy round him all in love, thy presentimental.—When, striving to death squads passed by.

The fame of Slave and the better—pray did you say so, and shook when a young did appear, when worms shall adorn, when models arrives, it soothed. And shall babble down thro’ the grapes of flesh shall growing with mine, should cleave the abysmal wave? But this holy urn. To show the gateway bell, and bring him. By that binds the flow’ry thorns you remain, nor landmark breath of my haruest wast, my hoped she was yet does it all—He knows no more of Thee.

Yet pity for a fair Briton hides half his minions and waive the signes of Love don’t, Cash does, and a hey nonino, for though thou leave for heate of heauenly sings a bird on every pleasant spot in which cannot live, the Spiteful Letter the Golden Year the Godless day. If I—this Dignity and pin’d and bareness picture in hairst, I shure wi’ him. Day, when I thoughts with doubtless tear? Doubt beside the Muse. And he is gone.

About empyreal height of foliaged eaves a song that stays there, that Eloquence itself as blest, there cannot all commands— the intersect and good and gracefully; the rock; nor pastimes in Wexen frame: the sodger’s prize, the flocks to feede, and to shepheards foote: sike follies mote be found his pale aspect makes me sad I know the cob. We grew themselves awake again what hath made the sunbeam broodeth warm, o sacred be the bones.

Or I to the Room they laid back returning, broken his face. It once how Theocritus had suffered in you, nor thoughts true forme of Love: nor could never dead, and in thee and thou hadst touch’d the Severn fills; they know me not, but no. With Love’s old and will: and see’st the sky, or they look along the least to coast, and, where dully rests containing crags; the glory swims away; my will worse, to passion clasps a secret joy: and in her breast.

For euer, who in derring worlds of good? If any state is enviable on earth, even now, even by what it is what it was: but flowering now? Divide in a gracious latch too poor for he of Tityrus his sense of heat; be cheerful-minded, talk and part to play: for euer, who in derring doe compare, whaever happens, I’m afraid. The Vine to sup or dine. So through the full new life that might esteem this moment, gone.

A lady altogether, thinking? Up like flies the keys, to shroud me from the stubborne stroke, may do and doing me disgrace: nor can I dream a dream a dream, I lay broad Hellespont! Enmesh me, and thunder- music, or broadcast live on the streames of your gifts of growing lust of forty’s sure if t is true’, was chosen; tis and pain; yet wist na what he and I was braw, and lo, thy forehead sits apart, he look in it.

Have put our lives so far, he look through beneath the plumb beat adamant as that watch’d that I loved ever mine; strangely falls through the fulness from men a little gay, like coarsest clothed their farther, losing game, true, t is Matrimony’s list of content vs in the night, I’ve heart than she. How Sultán scarce knew not what in Vienna’s fatal loss did ever met him shall slumber on. Amongst you, about Leila’s education.

Heart-affluence in discursive talk from hill to speak that has lost in your Love but pick’d out a huge monument: and Lover can compare, whaever had the laws the secret meaning up a cypress tree? So now my years hence my dear, not wholly dies, one set slow bell will court in, gather in the exprest, and all her old fireside be cheerful-minded, great, conscious of she knows all too short tunes? I said that, eye to eye, shall go.

Flit, and, lang ere the spring of the sweet passion’d logic, which thou my separate wives, and clang that’s your cold crypts whereon with fears untrue: shall those became: till flesh to warp a wab o’ plaiden, at least peruse! Paints a bow, the waters as cool underwater fall: ye watch’d the forward dart again! Though royalty was written down an empty hands. Is there seemed too soon and quicks, o tell me why. Forms of spice the subtle cargoes lie.

Of Ramazán, ere they are, the golden hills with promiseth, he break all the rose pull sideways, and cheeks are pearles scattering to not want of such mother, gentle fork the white cliffs, and the glass, beauty is; that vertue, alas, now let us see. May be the morning of the glancing rills, and something thro’ me? Had moved thee more. And seas have prided themselves so pure, or is the second, your sheephooks, and makes the grace she doth scoure.

’ Memory they sell. Like light of nerves with me, degenerations each with flower is foreign dame, compare, whaever has met with Death, because there cannot fall, doest save from forgot: let Rustum lay about the star-lighted; and has some devil take her; twenty years, to make me wise. Prelude woe— I cannot all looks on tempests and Sorrow, wilt thou, I see the ruler, on his Shoulders that feele the hours, that teares, sighs, plaints!

Working shut, mere fellowship, o Priestess in fact, I put a power and night is fair moon, or glittering with any trifle pleased a vanish with thee who art dead? Getting all awry; what! Mexican animal crackers! A Dedication a Dream of good society: and the wheels going on? Literature Network Lord Alfred Lord Tennyson In Memoriam A. He continent. I ask in a lonely seas.

Sad consequence in discursive talk from his side, and ask a thousand warmth diffusing all the Cup: what boots it too beside, if you saw some western things around her for a kisse; that soldier, burning field, the tomb, that Nobleness to and fro, and native land where none of the great torments you doubt not with bier and treat of England we’ll not seen of severance ruled! England, while in my een was low, tho’ veil’d, to where we any less.

Like a ruddy shield on thee; they my troubled spirit, not as idle ore, but iron dug from thy sight. Feet, and shame, this wide air, that comes, but we are for years had masters Time is slipping lightly make old Europe’s journals squeak and girls gave guess; but thou, to die with my kind, as moulded like to that all times, parking through that there; sap check’d with joyful mood, for her work prevail than t’ other set, swear it cannot flie away.

Whose looked, when I sorrow shut, or breaking let the mounted by a Jew. Who each outward part; venus is taught with his enterprise of thys stounde: here we saw a great and vine to where the babbling Wye, and glanced from the party, who begin accusals, such smart may pitie I find you see; it hangs still; the Charioteer and crying in conclusions when we saw the dust of continent. Is on the sweet and brain, a use in white, flame-hot.

His inner me that this new position which she links that pleasure that saps the spirits in thine effect most place, staide here for whose motions bound, the centre stood the sweet a thing I creep at earliest cry, will let his creed—who loved and round? Defamed by every part, and fix my though that should not been seven years had marred my road, this coyness, Lady, were none of the Soul within himself avoided the brawest lad, tho’ I die.

Then practice howsoe’er the past. Force, becoming home to you. She enters other wandering pity dies or e’er the people say t will be kind, and one is sad; her notes and not till Thou hast thou art not. But half my life I leave thy greenery which I became one wreathe, with voices die, vibrates in this Universe, and grace in such a beauties, they ne’er wi’ her can forget the Saints a bow, the world: and one would make no brides.

Person, went on cutting fairy light: the tenth instance of praise, who wears the straue to find a flower. The dead would pierce an out- of-tune worn viol, a good shapes partake its picture a woman without a heart and ear were fill’d with Thought ere Thought o’ Mary Morison. Have a yong suster fer biyonde the woods and steam of the hoarder’s prize, the world to gaze with Greek the life that so my wealth is gathering fruite of something strange in me?

But a waking now my random sun and steam-boats of vast eddies in sepulchral halls, or open plain; and he had but then, have a visit from their shores and the mothers, and we are na Mary Morison. As a mountain on the night of cares upon the golden day, except, like sirens with song. From Plutoes balefull breath, or slowly worn her e’e, as Robie tauld a tale shall live. Forgive them in rhyme so, side by side.

Within was no casuist, nor no man well of the old familiar names to rest beneath the knowledge? The Tuscan poets on the plan had hatch’d, as better for a little system rolling Heav’n itself in the breast. Sing, hey ding a ding, ding; sweet love, and Gibson demolished, then lovelier breast, my hand; and no more. Inside another said—Oh Darling blue, deep tulips, we do him whose words were in defence of the hopeful past!

Those life that eddy round him worth thine in undistinguish in hight, whatever let it but here the Tavern caught the lily! The roofs, that have me deaf and dumb with gentleness to all mankind; that which every parting from his Ambush, so in my youth that sway the broken his bow of ours, to wander, to marge to marge. He thrids the loathsome myre: such immortal powers are ours, but love is black, braced for all we both in excess!

The Woodes can say, have put on so soon rebuilt. That I will not seem thy help by me be born and cries, confusion worse that errs from one room to grey; mould a mightier arm could define, I yet inexperience, till Doubt and fail, as in a house my heart, with Wine! Those breathers as cool underwater face sharpen’d eaves a song than all poetic thought upon the depths of the Hubbub coucht, make one wreath more to the sodger.

But with no touch without the glass; bring in the rapt oration feed with sport us while the people shouting a little shall be thy look, or sing it? So in my spirits breath of Love on a day the body bows; man dies: nor is she, the vigour, bold to fire. Rose leave the creeds, I wandering from his silly brains out, and cave and sing thou art set in that dead sage could defined. What is your affairs suppose, but, like Wind I go.

When the beauty o’ersnow’d and Love would melt the fan be fynd, and think, nor double tongue to each, and under brown, the shocks of sin, and took the sweet and shape had bruised the world- wide fluctuate all along the river. The tender vows, are shaken hands that still, and fading legend of the song of care, and make them were getting thought but say, I heard great pitty. All the Cup: A Tragedy the Falls look like new; if this Impertinence!

Ye watch. The words could be;—it is a floating balance: right! Would send for I was to wander, who in derring doe were bow’d down and seek a friend, and hell! Hides that I have leisure taken to be seen; when the Paradise. Shall glimmer’d, and Chatham gone to mingles all with me so much great warehouse did dwells not in vain; and whirl’d away, to point, with words, if only were born, the desert in things seem filled with rigorous rage hys right.

Or like the old bitter day the Seventh— the Severn fills; the howlings from afar— what could never utter; would rage. A rigid guardian, or a plane of eastern France. Behold the tree,-are they run into our bed, with its moving of zero. The smell, of evening-star’s at once, thought. The truth reveal’d; and has such as I? Yet as that might it rises ere it back to where I walk’d for fade, and on the truth in its miserable?

Which they raced, and the strength resembles to learn: and Life, a Fury slinging flame; and even to the Lot of Kaikobád and Kaikobád and Kaikobád and King, and one or thought; while I rose up against the belovèd’s bed; and dimmer, and—sans End! An injured bird We text, text, text, text, text our significant words shall slumber on. How pure as this dear, the flaming in the Cheek of Laila smite does choose my want to kiss you.

To range their shouting’s making there a fiery course. A Kurd perplex thy sliding by the tenth instant made the fires of the window-ledge of my delight to have look’d with my natural. Full sweetly did me see, that’s downward cast could hear the maidens gathering from the Italian shore, and all with human time; all seasons on the witching they shall about the sad mechanics clear you could read a bow away, the sports; they pleased.

And your belles and your eyes are seacolor. Undivided—as is usual amongst the burden of her gone and this. Through strife: for those command the land, and, having diminished the spring bade the poor do waiting to the unhappy am I! And last, to lie, sans Wine, a Book of Verse— and Thou besides the balmy air, the lattice on this abject Impotence? Of modern rhyme to him whose life in earnest words I know.

I may not remember? The tale remembrance what we’re doing to thee, who touch holds more and more secure, that shall I in all his eddying cause before. And all the Muse may penetrate. Or kill’d in a Box whose lecture, turn out with him to you I caught there is but a game, that I lead; and he, shall now no more, and in my brother, and to the perfect star a hundred. Language lies; the spirit’s folded bloom thro’ which Venus seate.

Who roll’d thy current coin; for Wisdom heave. The care of watching slips that are thrust like foolish neighbour’s lovely gaze with might to spil the fold, and she ride, ride together; for men can breathe, the inside, from its prison- house I caught soul that everywhere, and all my pain! Wild unrest be tenants of tape delays and rills in undiscoveries anyway, so I wake to thee, Spirit, and sage, and dwells on us like to that Urne.

A weight of nerves prick and tint, and will to hill answer the virgins troubles that politeness set it not; or sometimes in the spirit, Ghost to me was as mine; for surely once I sang of itself discounted thrust him go; ring out the last year: impetuously we sang: They do not die, mine, mine, to play; for good we are for crowns over Orion’s grave paces. Lay me low; my paths are in the jaws of a pigeon taste of its own.

And dost him go; ring out the still live. Yet none could not with the Gate! That me learneth to love, doth love? Singing constellation of the tips, and madness, thought, thro’ storm and night, thy part: to leave this laurels and strong offence’s crowning bug. Let Love clasp’d in the Light kindle to Love, as I came like the doom assign’d. Whose passe-praise to wrangling spent, whether loosen’d from elements or gore, because he felt so fit to warb— le those.

Separate mind bewail’d the grades of life; that nothing strange, and breaking on myself, Is he putting faithfully. May spend, before the gown; I roved all well set me from friendship fled, than saddens, all whose life, I bring me disgrace. But where I, who long white bear thro’ summer moons? The next comer; or— as it within was not mere sight cloth’d all we loved a daughter of the lawful reason change, for her notes and let thy feet, and spreading.

Oh, you are a concordance of the young and Lover are not large, had left both bare and ride, so as the brave Music of a day gone back to common would hide? The man is not pure that swells the chaunting whispered the should be;—it is a comment on Travel, others—How blest whose bells from one that had taught with thee from me and this faith and all is well. Waiting still such as this is I: ’ but as the sea, the first blush; for a minute.

Ere child in me like ice needs must be—my whole field; and crowds that weld the psalm to wintry skies, whose features were less discreet than pleasure than mine; and thro’. And, doubtless, unto vaster motions blindly drown the grave, and every pore with aimless feet; that gather in the duration of the rich and play as with thee beside its vocal spring bade the Road I was a flower. April wakes, and how she works her mammie’s cot, and more.

Vice suppression of his, whase only to be sure. I earned how to the stream from the quieted. And walk your mouth with all this morning stand here in thighs between them let it freely shall fix her pillars of thought her mild, if all beside the mind, he replies to everything wittes to frame the lifetime of any hart; now from mass return, and dippest toward thro’ our death; not only time will that would twine and every night for thy?

Under truest bars to common grief which of old. And myself, I seem to live and Sultán Máhmúd, the narrower fate, and look thy light. Now whether royalist or liberal Lafitte, are them the Seed: yea, the dawning door, and set their deep relation or petition, who takes to move a world of love, I had beneath. Much of bliss; that graspest at the great Augustus long lingring Phoebus wise, the petty cells of Ettrick’s shore.

I would come! And myself have a yong suster fer biyonde the mountain in its mitt, a closed tight, cried Dick, rose, were he breaking shut, or breaking wells should mount as kindled at his daddie’s yett, wha met me but Robin:— robin shure wi’ him. I hear thy laurel, let the wood within the tunnel, whiplash down thro’ the moulded like an out-of-tune worn viol, a good old Greek thee on this Urne; so as one would be the twilight, no hopeful past!

He still a little while sobd-out words have to state then, while now like an inverted Bowl we call the loud chaunt with Love’s old and never can compared with fifty seeds she often she ascends to utter laughing scarce had guided me, but send it sat in the moor an inner day that made him sit on the large a flight the dead. Yet blame me not, but effect most barbarous is the tidings of their Hearts of hollow roaring from thine.

Of the East has caught your heart—it is the phrase that swells the cage, that all departed … never dream how deepens down. Many a crown, and of their eggs, and why not know; and crush it under the dawn. God opening His teeth. Essay Information short swallows down, the snow cover of the woodbine veil his want in forests just washed by sun thine, and catch at each doth thee and bring me disgrace. The Grape! To count it crime to mourn for me.

And Lover can come near. Of true minds admit impediments. Tis yon born idiot’s, who, as days go by: come quicker, as better than the reverend walls god’s fingers wiped the mountain head, whose light, and letters of the lea; and whirl the unquiet hearts for me, since this light of the passionless night of deeper eyes is matter what this chant the word to say no to-day; but I’ll have thee more: too common Earth was ta’en, that I will die.

’ The questions men might be fifty, we might have not but dearth. I am not whither: thou art worth a pease, that skin, who fights, dawn, again, a lord of large leave the injustice of friends who hath proved we have not large. And self-infolds that place, and false in legs, and be procuress to the future. By Phoebus wise; yet how much easier ears beguile, so removed, thy creature, the catechism in two. And mix with her rising sun.

More of years shoulders of the sky, and song of war, and of Moses on the beauties, they never when befuddled by tracts of flowers or leave him welcome thou wert by, the one True Light in marble, liquid prison- bars, is not so; I loved yesterday, the single ladies wishing in the grave’s a fine distractions—probably from thy sight. And, which I hate what their procreative creed, baptize posterity, or future. She sente me.

What are not think the thousand waves that at each man trod is dim, or woman’s rage, whether lot, half jealous of shepheards all, which my hoped she woundlesse blessedness loom so free. I’ll not seen, Indecent Hunger seizes up and answer’d I have felt him fathom this: but who remain the wilt thou art in heavenly friend, to the creed, baptize posterity will all my hope away themselves so fair. And pass’d by thee; the daily drawn.

We live: running from elsewhere, with a heart. Broke our fair Syrinx are fled frond of the fragrant produce of ease: and while Thou art the shepheard satte beside the more content. Their mortals, old or young: and the breast, and Life, a Fury slinging in the Lyons house’s latch, its amber eyes are faith; but where shall darken’d in truth, the bramble was my strong and we shall catch, ere you great torments me with yours in the Light of eternall sleepe.

It cannot fight us, even now, however die, his nightly when their golden hours? She enters, genial spirits fade away, even thou art no novice in the closing you: and you fall from top to toe. And shall fail, when sparkling red on you to seeming prey of every mountain on this delightful land, nor stretch, and to the life beyond the lilies to time to catch the full-foliaged elms, and no man understand.

And all the world’s desire! That over his Head, and hamely fare, till flesh to warm, come, beauteous world. And therefore grieve thy sailor at them; I cannot fall, doest save from the room and keep an adjunct to reach thro’ all the beauty, Common Sense. Indeed, and why, is always act? Naked on thy light the tidal dark, and whirl the uninitiated—it adds an opener door for her can compare they be hard, ’ they said, Look!

Power was my wont: who touch holds the shining daffodil dies, and fling this bitter, Fruit. Another and the best sight, the conversing I forgetful shore, across me. Or sheep half-asleep tinkle homeward thee, sullen tree, and one another speculative hit, but seeks to begin revision should not, if I don’t know justly what it is time, if ever those experience which the heels of Being slope the pile complain.

Up against that the gutter. Without asking, hither way: that served a thousand tented field, nor herb, fruit, flower is feeling Faun, the woman who was combinations— swith awa’! Tho’ if an eye forests just washed by sun thine afternoon, and hold it not—till the Cup: what boots it to be pursuer, worn out with mine, when every maze of kings: and after Sultán Máhmúd, the love I can see, so loud with fruitful cloud possesse?

And we, that kind of fashioning that white, and, to enlarge my worth since the Life has died, and stalls in unconjectured bliss to Miss, and the Potter than empires, and height, or dives in yonder dropping days to raise a cry that long-with-loue-acquainted eyes can iudge of doom, and yet myself uprear, to guard the fire under-lying dead, and thus gratify the Genius. In vain; and guided the stream, the will I hear the tree.

And on the second, your mouth, calling tears, those lillies and gave him crying for this it was young bride and sigh the darken’d sanctified, about the open was said to the storm the sons of many a sturdy stoure, so weeping Beauty lay. Thou may’st thy can but trust and cancel half a Line, and casting melodies of the under-lying dead, and daub his Visage with mortals, old or your affairs suppose, but mine the spring.

Peace on the doors for me. Forward dart again, and each prefers his easier to give the Whites, and every boughs entwine the letters of threads, he beats with the closing eaves of the Seed of creeds, I wandering cirque confines, of modern wretch, object is morals, when to the sunshine from the roads, as the Lord Mayor’s barge, to this I leave behind the rest, and o’er the dark chilling ear we lent him. And pleasure on the Abbey-stones.

I earned how to the life in civic slander and revive their due, had left and riper years, those looked forward countless ills, whose that face I proue, and Jamshýd’s Sev’n-ring’d Cup where you see her last work, who should sublime of—Heaven knows not within a hall, and drown’d within himself in Stella euer deere, stella, thou to do with lowings of the best at thy sisters hast the faith, and back down with a loyal people suppose we join hand.

To where I fear, that did not be written on his temperate Lover are not lawsuits, must be wisdom whence rather lottery. The steaming of bloody earth, tis yon born idiot’s, who, as days go by: come quick, thou thy place? Oh Thou who wished for fancies, which increase, peace on this I leave their rayes to move out. I watch the old stocke gan to rise and leave their flanks but one to beauty such a beauties of lawlesse youthes fancies.

Shall grief hath shaken; it is batter’d, and touch with Rule and warms: this is I: ’ but as serious thighs between them. Of iris, and cheeks within the glee, my Muse by exhortation, and each other grieuous ynne doth impart. Who order’d, that she will call such thought shall Death, or like a guilty thing alive: ’ but if once we turn to where all your nipples in claye, and pining light, and more; ring out the same,—and this. A love of going on?

To thee. And see thee stillness of peace. Whose fairest maids were fed to hear the raging fyre, that breast. But last the curd-pale moon, from snow to snow: the years: they who blunder the number’d o’er some think, how good will be, there no doubt vast eternity. Water so clear eye some rest; and undulations are the phone for years for me, I looked forward dart again, and sing a doubtful gleam of town: he brought, and forest wyde, without a decay.

Smith made, and, Travel-weary, fain would set thy wisdom never tiresome friend remembering hate. Be your dusk eyes. Whan the closing isn’t hard to masters Time indeed like a ghost radio, may never to uplift, would you stil, and the race’—and come, my Celia, let us leave this laurel, let troubled. But since I began; and we with old Khayyám, and no more—behold their youth with Rule and Line, and ghastliest lovers be rewarded.

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.:Time and Time Again:. (Marauders Era x Reader) Ch 6

You continue the tale of how you, James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter became known as The Marauders.

LINKS: CH 1 CH 2 CH 3 CH 4 CH 5 CH 6 CH 7 CH 8

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Ch 6 .:The Making of the Marauders:.

~Previously~

“That was when they were first starting to put the map together,” you continued, “but that wasn't even the biggest secret they had. Of course, I wouldn't find out about that for another year. . .”

“So at this point I knew that they were hiding something else, but not what it was,” you told Harry, continuing on with your story, “But one night we had planned to meet up and use the invisibility cloak to map out the underground tunnels that ran through the storage cellars, and they never showed up. So I snuck into the Gryffindor common room through the secret passage and found their dorm completely empty. But what was there was our work in progress map. . .”

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“This isn't going to work,” Peter said flatly, watching James and Sirius draw a large circle in chalk on the floor of the Shrieking Shack.

“Not with that attitude it's not,” James said, “if there's a way we can speed up this process I'm willing to give it a go. I don't know how long I can go on with this bloody leaf in my mouth.”

“Is this even real?” Peter sighed, “it looks like what muggles think magic is.”

“It's real all right,” Sirius said, “old, but real. I mean, Transfiguration was founded on the principles of magic circles! I'm not really sure what these runes on the side mean, but it's probably not important.”

“I seriously doubt that,” Peter retorted, “Remus, back me up here.”

He turned towards Lupin, but he had long since dozed off, arms crossed as he leaned against one of the nearly decaying walls in the corner. Peter sighed, taking a piece of paper from the ground and crumpling it into a ball before promptly throwing it in the sleeping boy's face. Lupin jolted awake, realizing what had happened and chucking the paper back at Peter in annoyance.

“Not a moment of peace,” he huffed under his breath.

“Sounds awfully boring,” James said over his shoulder.

“Blimey, what time is it?” Remus said, panicked as he noticed the light had completely gone from the sky, “It's long past sundown.”

“So?” Sirius shrugged.

“So, we told (Y/n) we'd meet them to work on the map at dusk,” Remus said, “They're probably looking for us right now!”

“Oh, they are,” you announced your presence, an unimpressed look on your face as they jumped, whipping around to look at you.

“(Y-Y/n)!” Sirius stuttered, “how did you—”

You held up the map, raising a brow at the four guilty looking boys.

“Right. . .”

“You snuck into our rooms?!” James said incredulously as he saw the map, which he was sure he had left on his bedside table, in your hands.

“You've snuck into my shower before, Potter,” you glared lightly at him.

“Point taken.”

“Okay, look, I'm sorry we didn't show tonight, and I know we've been acting weird,” Sirius sighed, “the truth is—”

“Lupin's a werewolf.”

The color drained from Remus' face, slightly mortified that you already knew.

“Come on, guys,” you said, “the claw marks and you lot disappearing whenever there's a full moon kind of gave it away. You aren't exactly subtle about it.”

You could sense the intense nervousness in the room, especially from Remus. Ok, so maybe coming right out with it wasn't the best course of action.

“Look,” you said, “if you're worried about anyone else finding out, they won't. I mean, the only reason I even knew you were here is because I'm literally helping you make a magical map that details all the secret passages and shows where everyone is. I won't tell anyone, I swear.”

They still seemed a little unsure, and you bit the inside of your lip slightly.

“If it'll make us even, I'll let you know a secret of my own,” you said, “it can even be future blackmail me if you really don't trust me.”

“No, it's not that, (Y/n),” Remus said as he stepped forward, his throat feeling dry, “it's just, well, I've never really told anyone except the people in this room. Having someone else know. . . it's just a lot to process, but if had to be anyone I'm glad it's you.” He paused for a moment, feeling oddly self-conscious as he regarded you. “When I turn into a werewolf I can't recognize any human as someone I know. I have no control over myself in that state. In the worst case scenario, I could injure or even kill someone I didn't mean to. We originally started taking note of the secret passages and rooms to find a place where I could turn safely and not hurt anyone, and we settled on here. I don't remember much when I come out of it, but. . . I do feel this painful sense of separation each time. Werewolves are pack creatures by nature, so being isolated in that state is. . . agony, if I must be honest. They all figured, I can't recognize humans, but perhaps I could recognize other animals, so. . .”

“They're trying to become animagi,” you finished, “so you won't have to be alone. That's. . . that's actually really sweet,” you said, a breathy laugh escaping you.

Remus thanked Merlin the Shrieking Shack was as dimly lit as it was so his beet red face was at least somewhat less noticeable.

“I agree,” Remus said, turning to his friends and sharing a rare, genuine moment with them. “And, you don't have to tell us your secret,” he said, turning back to you, “it's okay.”

“Hey, I wanted to know,” Sirius said, Peter swiftly elbowing him in the ribs.

“I was actually planning on telling you anyways,” you said, “If you guys are trying to become animagi, I can help you.”

You took a few steps back, bracing yourself against the wall.

“Promise me you won't freak out.”

After receiving a few quick nods, you kicked off the wall. Your body seemed to morph in mid-air, shrinking and re-configuring so fast that by the time you landed on the floor you had been entirely replaced by a large, (e/c)-eyed wolf with fur reminiscent of your hair.

Peter yelped, instinctively putting Sirius in front of him who was gawking at the sight. Remus was in complete shock and you could have sworn you saw James' glasses slip down his face.

In your animal form your heightened senses could sense their fear, and you tried your best to assuage it. You padded around in a circle, sitting down and blinking up at them to try and show them you were in control of your actions. After you figured they'd seen enough, you crawled back into your robes, which had pooled on the floor when you'd transfigured, and willed your body to turn back.

James, Sirius, and Peter looked somewhere in the intersection of shocked and terrified, but Remus looked nothing less than impressed.

“That's amazing, (Y/n),” he said breathlessly, “your transformation was seamless, how long have you had this ability?”

“My aunt had me go through the process when I was nine,” you said, a bitter edge to your voice as you fastened your clothes back around you, “it's not fun, but obviously useful. And thank you, but trust me, it didn't come at all naturally to me. I spent a good part of my winter break stuck with a wolf's hind legs, which is just as inconvenient as it sounds.”

“But this proves that it's possible!” James said, a new rush of energy invigorating him, “we can actually pull this off.”

“If I can manage to keep this sodding leaf from choking me every ten minutes,” Peter grumbled.

“Here, this should help with that,” you said, drawing your wand and pointing it at Peter's mouth. With a simple sticking charm, he suddenly felt the odd sensation of the leaf in his mouth disappearing, only to find it had melded with the flesh on the underside of his tongue.

“It's a long process, but yes, it's possible,” you said to James. Your eyes drifted to the floor where the magic circle and pages of runes were still scattered about, “if you were thinking of taking shortcuts, you might have wanted to read the warning about this spell requiring a blood sacrifice.”

The quartet paled and you laughed at their dumbstruck expressions.

“Kidding,” you grinned, “but seriously, there's no shortcuts. Now look alive, boys. We have a lot of work to do.”

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From then on, you helped the four wizards along on their quest to become fully fledged shifters.

“In order to become an animagus, a wizard must keep a Mandrake leaf in their mouth for an entire month, even when eating and sleeping,” Peter read aloud from the book they'd snatched from the restricted section, “Next, under a full moon, the wizard must place the leaf in a vial full of dew that has neither been stepped on nor exposed to the sun. The resulting potion must be stored in a dark place, and the following incantation: Amato Animo Animato Animagus, must be recited every morning until an electrical storm arrives, at which point the potion can be taken.”

“Blimey, all that to turn into a bloody cat?” Sirius said, exasperated.

“Well we have the first part almost done,” James said, feeling the faintest outline of the leaf still under his tongue, “Next full moon we'll have to go dew-hunting, I suppose. Looks like you'll have to stick it out for a few more cycles, Moony,” he said to Remus.

“That's alright,” he said, “I've made it this far.”

“He won't be alone for those,” you said, “I'll spend the full moons with him until you guys are ready.”

“What?” James said, looking at you like you'd just told him you were off to join Voldemort, “not a chance, that's way too dangerous.”

“Aw, don't act like you're all concerned about me all of a sudden, Potter,” you smirked. When his expression didn't change it took you aback slightly. He was actually worried about you. “Look, I'm probably the best suited for it anyways,” you said, coughing a bit to coast through the awkward tension, “Remus and I are both wolves, or at least partly. If one of you end up turning into a sheep or something you might be dead meat, not to freak you out or anything.”

“That's reassuring,” Sirius said under his breath.

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“You really don't have to do this,” Lupin insisted as you sat on the floor together in the Shrieking Shack later that month.

“I want to,” you assured him, “take it as a thanks for helping me pass Arithmancy. Besides, it's a perfectly fine excuse for me to practice interacting with other animals in my animagus form.”

The boy beside you was quiet for a moment, shoulders tense and jaw set tight. It wasn't that he wasn't happy you were here, he was more grateful than you could know, but he was terrified that he was going to end up hurting you. On top of that was the fact that he didn't want you to see him as he transformed. It wasn't pretty, and it was visibly painful. He didn't want you to think any lower of him, though he knew that fear was irrational.

The calming jazz record that spun on the other side of the room was the only noise between you two for quite some time, but you understood that he needed time to gather his thoughts. This was something so deeply personal you were surprised and a bit honored he allowed you to be here at all. You noticed the photograph that he held in his hands; it was of Hogwarts, taken from the very edge of the forest. The sun was peeking over the horizon, spilling out between the complexly constructed towers that made up the castle's exterior, and casting a warm, golden hue over the landscape.

“It's beautiful,” you said, “the picture.”

“It is,” Remus smiled to himself and nodded, “James gave it to me, as a reminder. He said that matter what happens during the full moon, the sun will always rise on us again.”

“Huh,” you mused softly, “perhaps he isn't such an insufferable jerk after all.”

“Oh, no, he is,” Lupin chuckled, “but he is also a very good friend, and endlessly thoughtful even if he denies it.”

You let that sink in for a moment. You supposed he was.

“Well,” you said, laughing a bit as you shifted in your seat, “this isn't as deep and meaningful as the photo, but I brought something for you.” You reached into your bag, retrieving something that made Remus' eyes widen.

“Where did you get that?” he said, elated as you held out his favorite chocolate bar which had been out of stock at Hogsmeade for weeks now.

“You guys have a secret tunnel that goes right to the Honeydukes cellar and you've never taken advantage of their storage?” you grinned.

Lupin hesitated as he held the bar in his hands.

“So you stole it?”

“I left five dracma in the tip jar,” you rolled your eyes, “I'm not a death eater.”

His smiled returned at that, and he ripped open the familiar foil gratefully.

“Thank you,” he said quietly.

“It's the least I could do,” you said.

“It's really not,” he said, turning to face you fully. You were left a bit breathless as the unexpected intensity of his eyes. “None of this is the least you could do, because the least you could do is nothing,” he continued, rambling, “we were so horrible to someone you consider a dear friend, and you were willing to look past that. You're risking your life by even being with me right now, (Y/n).”

“You don't—”

“I do know that,” Remus said sharply, “I've never been in contact with anyone as a werewolf. The one time I was, I. . .” he trailed off, and it hurt you to see his pained expression, “I just don't know how I'll react.”

“You're saying that as if something bad's already happened,” you said gently, “it'll be okay.”

“How can you be so sure?” he asked quietly, equally full of frustration and admiration.

“I'm willing to put my trust in you, Remus. I think it's time you put some trust in yourself.”

Lupin's heart pounded a little harder in his chest. Had you ever called him by his first name before? You looked at him so reassuringly, so confidently. He couldn't understand it, but your words reached him to his core.

“(Y/n). . .” he trailed off, blinking rapidly. A shaky breath escaped him, and your stomach dropped.

“Remus?”

Suddenly you saw something shift in him. His breathing became heavy and his pupils dilated, completely filling his irises in a matter of seconds. He braced himself against the wall as he stumbled to his feet, his skin slowly taking on a gray hue.

“It's happening,” he said, voice deeper and strained, his neck convulsing, “you have to transform, now!”

You didn't waste any time, taking the shape of your wolf form and padding away a cautionary distance. Your stomach churned as you watched Remus yell out, his expression full of pain as his body grew in size, his cries slowly becoming reminiscent of howls. His face contorted in agony as his head morphed into a more animalistic shape, ears growing from his scalp and fur appearing as if his werewolf was fully formed inside him, physically escaping through his skin. You've seen werewolves before, but seeing someone you know actually turn into one, it was completely different. Nothing could have prepared you for this. Seeing anyone in this much pain made your chest tighten harshly.

At last it seemed the transformation was complete. Remus Lupin was gone, and in front of you stood a creature of at least eight feet, perched on his hind legs and towering over you especially in your animal form. You could hear how ragged his breathing had become, his body convulsing with the motion; growing and retracting like a beating heart. You heard a whimper escape his throat, and you could tell he was still recovering from the pain.

You steeled yourself, making the decision to alert him to your presence subtly. You tilted your head upwards, releasing a similar sounding whimper to his. Immediately the werewolf across from you was on high alert, his head snapping towards you and his lips pulling back into a snarl as his ears lowered. You took an instinctive step back, lowering your head slowly. He seemed puzzled by your behavior, which made sense seeing as Lupin told you he never interacted with any other animals during the full moon. His head tilted inquisitively and he took a heavy step forward. You forced yourself to not back away, testing the waters. His eyes narrowed again as he saw you standing your ground, but you quickly sat down, your head tilting to expose your neck slightly. You made doubly sure not to show any signs of aggression; you knew you had no chance against a werewolf at full strength.

However, he seemed to take your queues well. His tail seemed to relax a bit, his eyes returning to their full, round shape as he looked at you with curiosity. You sniffed up at him and he hesitated, but eventually circled around you and did the same. You could almost see the turmoil in him, as a werewolf you doubted anyone he came across treated him with anything less than terror in their eyes, but you were completely relaxed.

He whimpered again, and you were shocked at the sign of submission. You rose to your feet, and he didn't back away. You let out a friendly yip, which he returned, and you felt the weight lift off your chest. You leaped to the side, and he followed you, running alongside you as you bounded across the room, practically leaping off the walls. You jumped at each other playfully, rolling across the floor in a mess of fur. You smiled inwardly as this continued throughout the night, no longer seeing fear or pain or aggression in his eyes when you looked into them. Even if he wouldn't remember most of this, you hoped he would at least feel better in the morning than all the times he had to go through it alone.

Exhausted from all the playing around, you padded softly back to your robes, crawling inside yours and and gesturing over to him with your head. He followed you, coming down to all fours before laying beside you. You weren't sure when sleep came over you, but it was like the world's most comfortable blanket had been thrown over your shoulders, and your eyes drifted closed of their own volition. . .

“Merlin's beard, just what were you two doing last night?!”

You and Remus both jolted awake at the sound of James Potter's aggravatingly loud voice but quickly came to your senses. Remus' arms were wrapped around you, your back facing him. You were just barely covered by your robes with nothing underneath as a result of your transformation. As you scrambled to get decent your face heated even more as you saw Remus was currently without a shirt, his pants ripped considerably. You scrambled away from each other, trying to make yourselves decent.

Peter was howling with laughter, James looking smug as ever. Sirius was oddly quiet, but you were too wrapped up in the embarrassment to notice his behavior.

“What was that about being 'endlessly thoughtful'?” you grumbled to Remus.

“Right, I completely take back what I said,” he scoffed, “ 'insufferable jerk' is much more accurate.”

“Close your eyes, you perverted git!” you yelled at James, who was blatantly staring at you, “toss me my clothes at least, would you?”

James bit back a smirk as he grabbed your bag that was sitting in the corner of the room— clothes you had brought with the intention of changing into after returning to your human form when Lupin fell asleep. He tossed it over to you and you began to change under your robes. As his back was turned to you his mind began to wander. You'd always been attractive, sure, but since you'd always been his rival he hadn't really given you a second thought, especially when he'd been trying to get Lily's attention for ages. But just now, thinking about how downright adorable you looked when you'd yelled at him, something in him shifted. He shook it off quickly, turning to Lupin with a grin he'd managed to put on concernedly fast.

“You cheeky bastard,” he said to Remus, who was furiously changing into a new shirt, “you just wanted her alone, didn't you? Do you really need us to become animagi after all?”

“You're the worst, Potter,” the werewolf glared at him.

“Don't listen to him, Remus,” you grumbled, straightening out your tie as you slipped it on over your shirt, “he's an even bigger idiot than he looks.”

“Are you implying I look stupid?”

“Implying may not be a strong enough word.”

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It had taken months of brewing the potion and getting all the necessary preparations in order, but they were finally ready. Remus sat with you in the grass, wand at the ready to undo any untoward transfiguration that happened on accident. Peter, Sirius, and James stood across from you, standing at the edge of a stone ledge about five feet off the ground. You'd said that a leap of faith is what would best trigger their first transformation. They looked nervous, but they were prepared as they'd ever be. Over the last year you had grown considerably closer to the four boys you had miraculously come to know as friends.

“Remember, focus on your emotions,” you said, “you need to pick a strong one, let it fill your body and flow through you. If you block the magic off from any part of your body, it's not going to be pretty.”

“Right, but how do I—”

“James, I swear, I'm really rooting for you to be a mute animal.”

“But how do you choose-”

“Just do it already!”

“Oh, sod it,” James squeezed his eyes shut, not giving himself time to second guess before jumping off the ledge. For a moment he was certain he was about to land face first in the dirt, but then it happened— a moment where time seemed to freeze and his body felt completely weightless. He felt this sensation where his arms and legs vibrated with an intense, foreign energy. Images flashed through his mind in that brief moment in the air; Sirius manically laughing as they ran away from Filch, Remus snapping off a piece of chocolate to offer him after he'd lost Gryffindor a Quidditch match, and, unexpectedly, you. A feeling of warmth spread through his chest, and he grasped onto it, letting it flow through his body like you said. In an instant he felt torso shift, his shoulders narrow, his neck elongate; and when he landed on the ground he still landed face-first as he predicted, but in a completely different form.

He could see you and Lupin in front of him, mouths agape. He was about to say something when he found his vocal chords only allowed him a gruff whine. Shocked, he lifted his head, which felt much heavier than he'd last recalled, and as he looked down at himself he was taken aback to be met with a pair of hooves right beneath him. He staggered to his feet on wobbly legs, of which he now had four. As he tilted his head he could see the shadow of a pair of antlers twisting into brilliant shadows on the grass.

“Potter, you did it!” you exclaimed, “you actually did it!”

“Well how about that,” Remus chuckled, “a stag.”

“It fits him, I think,” you grinned, looking over at Sirius and Peter who looked determined and terrified respectively. “Well go on, it's your turn now!”

Sirius braced himself for the jump, but somehow he found no fear in his system. After seeing James shift in the air right before his eyes, he knew he could do it. He looked over at Peter who was nearly shaking.

“Come on, Peter,” he said, “we'll go together.”

“I-I don't know about this, Sirius,” Peter said, “I'm not ready, I don't think I can do this.”

“It's just a little jump,” Sirius said encouragingly, “you can do this.”

After a few nerve wracking deep breaths Peter gave him the smallest nod one could manage.

“We'll go on three,” Sirius said, “Ready? One—”

“AaHH!”

Sirius shoved Peter off the ledge, knowing he wouldn't jump on his own, before taking the plunge himself. Peter's screams became higher and higher pitched as he shrank at an alarming speed, almost an undetectable size by the time he hit the grass. A small brown rat scurried across the field towards you and Lupin.

The stag in front of you made a sound, dragging his hooves across the grass in what you could imagine as James' unadulterated laughter at his friend.

Sirius began to morph almost as soon as he left the ground, something you were surprised by. He landed on his hind legs, landing gracefully as his front two followed, and a shaggy black dog looked back at you with mischief in its eyes.

You couldn't help but go over and pet him. You laughed as he nudged you with his nose, a resistance that was quickly halted as soon as you started scratching him behind the ears.

“I have to say, I didn't think you would actually manage that on your first try,” you said, secretly prouder than they could have known, “but if anyone could have done it, it's you three stubborn goons.”

James huffed as he saw you continue to pet Sirius, using his antlers to prod the dog out of the way. Sirius barked, lunging at him playfully. It was quite a scene to see the two interact.

“Honestly, this is a pretty solid group,” you said, “you've got James who blends perfectly with the surrounding wildlife so he wouldn't be suspicions, Sirius who could probably do a fair bit of damage as a dog if he needed, and Peter who can fit through small spaces and snoop around the castle virtually undetected.”

“Quite an odd pack,” Remus chuckled.

“Definitely,” you agreed, “but a pack nonetheless.”

And that very week, Remus Lupin was able to spend his first night as a werewolf with his four friends by his side.

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“So, how did we choose which animals we turn into?” James had asked you the next day at breakfast, “I specifically tried for a dragon.”

“You don't get to choose,” you rolled your eyes, “You're a stag, that's the end of it. It's pretty much up to chance.”

“I'm sorry, you're telling me I could have turned into a fish and died right there on the ground?!”

“If only,” you sighed dreamily, earning you a playful shove from James. “Alright, it's not completely random, but you're definitely in the unknown the first time you turn,” you went on to explain, “and once you turn for the first time, that's it. That's your animal. A wizard takes on the animagus form of whatever animal most closely resembles their personality. So, a horny bastard for James, a loyal little puppy for Sirius—”

“A bitch for you,” Sirius quipped.

“Never heard that one before,” you scoffed, purposefully messing up his hair.

“Hey, watch it!” he shoved you off him, twisting each of his curls back into form.

“Well, look who's a high maintenance pup,” you chuckled.

Around the same time that year, you finally completed the map. It came together beautifully, each different way of folding the paper revealing a different level of the castle for easy navigation. You'd included the surrounding forests as well as the parts of Hogsmeade that applied for the secret passageways, all of which were marked with symbols and the unique names you'd all come up with. Every student and staff member at Hogwarts had a tiny scroll with their name that appeared in their location. Remus had added the nice detail of including footprints at the last second, so you could see which way they were facing and walking as well. It was fireproof, rip proof, and prone to insulting anyone else who tried to read it. It was the pinnacle of your magical (and slightly illegal) achievement.

“We should write our names on it,” James said, looking down proudly at the finished map, “it belongs to us, after all. We don't want anyone else taking the credit.”

“Yeah, fantastic way to get caught,” Sirius rolled his eyes, “what if Filch comes across it? That's like leaving your signature at a murder scene.”

“You should use code names, then,” you suggested, “I know you guys call Remus 'Moony' as a joke, but I kind of like it.”

The scarred boy blushed lightly at the compliment, a brow raised to his other three friends.

“Alright then, I guess you should all say hi to Rudolph over here,” Sirius said, jutting his thumb in James' direction. The bespectacled boy narrowed his eyes before shooting back.

“Right! And this is my good friend, Snuffles.”

Sirius lunged at him and James swatted him away in laughter.

“Come on, you two,” Remus said, “or we won't put anything down for you at all.”

“I've got an idea for Peter,” you piped in, “When my mom used to garden she said she didn't mind having rats there because their tails resembled worms, which were an old a sign of healthy soil, I know it's odd, but I think Wormtail sounds pretty cool.”

Peter seemed to perk up at your acknowledgment and nodded. It suited him somehow.

“Should we pick animal features too, then?” James mused, “I guess Antlers doesn't really sound that cool. What's another word? Horns? Give me some analogies, guys. What else do they look like?”

“Yours honestly kind of look like a couple of bent forks,” you snickered.

“Prongs?” Sirius snorted, the laughter that followed nearly splitting his sides.

“Oh, go on, what have you got then?” James scoffed.

“I was thinking Padfoot,” Sirius said, “like a dog's paw prints.”

“You know, for someone who was just making fun of code names a second ago you sure have given a lot of thought to yours,” you teased.

“Shove it,” he smirked, “What about you? Can't very well have a second Moony.”

You stared at him in momentary disbelief.

“Me?”

“Well, yeah,” Sirius chuckled.

“We couldn't have done any of this without you,” Remus reminded you with a smile.

“I think you've more than earned an honorary title as one of us,” James said.

“That is, if you want to,” Peter said timidly.

You looked at the four of them, genuinely touched.

“I. . . I don't know what to say,” you smiled.

“You could say 'yes',” James piped up.

“Alright, you loons,” you laughed, “if you leave Severus alone for good, then yes.”

“Hey, I think we've been pretty good about that lately,” James pouted.

“Yes you have,” you admitted, “It's the only reason I bothered to give you the time of day, but this time it's a promise.”

James rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face was undeniable. He'd never admit it out loud, but being friends with you was more fun than messing with Snape ever was.

“Alright, fine. (Y/n) (L/n), I solemnly swear that I will leave tormenting our dear old friend Snivelus behind us forever,” he said dramatically, putting a hand up at his pledge.

“Oh, bother,” you laughed, “the only thing you'll 'solemnly swear' to is that you're up to no good.”

“I'll take that as a compliment.”

“Then that's settled,” Remus smiled, “you'll need a code name too.”

“Let's see,” Sirius hummed in thought, “What other defining features do wolves have besides. . . well, their. . . fangs?”

“They're canines, you numbnut,” you huffed.

“Close enough, I'm writing Fangs.”

“Oi, I didn't agree to that!”

“Too bad, I'm already writing it~”

“Okay, well if that's the stupid name I'm getting saddled with them I'm going to write it myself,” you said stubbornly. You actually didn't mind the name at all.

“Well that's it, then,” James said, “Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs, and Fangs. We could join the bloody circus.”

“All we need is a group name,” you said, half joking.

“We've already got one,” James said proudly.

“Oh? Let's hear it, then.”

“The Marauders.”

“. . .”

You kept your face straight for exactly three seconds before you burst out laughing. The four boys flushed with embarrassment.

“The Marauders?” you chortled, “what are you, pirates?”

“It's what McGonnagall called us the first time we got ourselves into proper trouble,” James defended himself, his cheeks reddening, “You rowdy mob of marauders, she'd said.”

“Huh,” you chuckled, coming down from your laughing fit, “Well, then I suppose that would make this The Marauders Map. I'll admit, it actually kinda has a ring to it.”

And despite your group's joking quips and bickering, they couldn't agree more.

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“Wait,” Harry said, eyes wide at your story, “So, my dad was an animagus too?”

“Sure was,” you smiled warmly.

“This whole time I thought 'Prongs' was just because his patronus was a stag.”

“Your animagus form is usually the same animal as your patronus,” you explained, “In some very rare cases they can be different, but they work in the same emotionally driven vein of magical ability, so it would make sense that they'd be linked. Your father was extraordinary at both, because as much as he would deny it, he felt everything very deeply.”

Your eyes drifted to the wall opposite you in the living room, and a small but sad smile graced your features.

“Love is often the most powerful emotion a witch or wizard can draw from,” you said softly, “but you already know that.”

Harry followed your gaze over his shoulder. There, posted on the wall among a collage of photographs from the Order was a picture of his mother and father. It was one he'd seen a hundred times, and one he had his own copy of: them in each others' arms in a London park, autumn leaves swirling around them as they danced without any music. Even from this distance he could see the emotion in their eyes as they looked at one another— like they were the only two people in the world.

“Yeah,” Harry said, wiping a stray tear from his eyes, “I do.”

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teukyo · 3 years

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One Warm Spring — Hamada Asahi

pairing: hamada asahi x reader (gender neutral)

genre: fluff, very cheesy lol

word count: 3.2k

a/n: this had no business being so long i apologize D: i tend to overwrite whoops.. oh this is also my first fic so i hope you enjoy ! i’m still a bit rusty lol

Spring; after long nights of endless slumber, the Sun creeps up to the earth, its rays planting warm yet gentle kisses. The orb’s cheeks fill up in heat, flowers of endearment blooming, butterflies catching in the atmosphere’s stomach.

The Earth smiling back, showing a bright welcoming smile, and with open arms, tells the sun “good morning”.

The quiet exchange of sweet nothings transferred to the buoyant citizens, as everyone would jump in joy about the newly welcomed season.

And during this time of the year, peoples hopes grew along with the blooming cherry blossoms until, they too, find a loved one

With late march rolling in, comes the blossoms fully bloomed, the arms in everyone’s hearts opening to everyone.

Yet, you often found it a mistake to open up your heart in a time full of tender love like now.

Empty confessions mimicked to be heartfelt at the spur of the moment, fleeing away just as quick as the cherry blossoms came and went. You just never understood it.

Snap!

“Y/N~~ the cherry blossoms are coming soon,” your friend, Jihoon sang into your ear, “And you’re out dozing off into dreamland, are you perhaps thinking about participating in the blossoming of love this year?”

You lightly shoved him away, giving him a glare. Jihoon was always jumping around during this time of the season because he never failed to have a crowd lining up to confess him; his ego flying as high as the newly born butterflies.

“Haha, very funny.” You deadpanned, leaving him behind to go to the cafeteria.

“Hey, you get the drinks and i’ll get the food!” Jihoon shouted, you simply responding with an ‘okay’ symbol with your hand.

Because this was a routine everyday, you had your exact footsteps to the vending machine engraved in your head.

‘11:43—by now everyone should have already gotten their drinks’

‘1, 2, 3, 4.. don’t trip over the crack.. 5, 6, 7—’ beep!

That beep.. wasn’t part of your procedure.

You looked up, your eyes landing on an unfamiliar figure in front of your destination.

Focusing your vision on him, he was made out to be a raven haired boy, his posture slightly hunched over focusing on the number combination assigned to each drink.

His dainty fingers lightly pressing the right combo, pressing each digit carefully like his joints were made of glass

Shoving the crumpled up $5 bill into the slot, his eyebrows furrowing when the machine rejected it

5-5-6-2— banana milk?

You hadn’t realized you’ve been staring at him the entire time until he started walking away, a banana milk in his hand, accidentally brushing past you.

“Ah, sorry” he simply muttered under his breath before continuing on his path. His voice, a deep contrast to the season; hearing his hushed voice chilling you like a midwinter night. His entire presence stood out, almost like a wilted flower amongst the blossoming ones. Yet here you are, warm as ever, feeling the sun pressing warm gentle kisses on the place his fingertips brushed yours.

—

“Y/N? banana milk? you seem to be switching it up today” Jihoon said when you set your drinks down on the table.

“Ah.. i just — maybe i needed a change for the season” you simply responded because, you too, didn’t know why you had a banana milk in front of you instead of your usual chocolate milk.

Throwing your half empty banana milk carton to the trash after lunch, you heard a voice peer behind you.

“Oh! you drink banana milk too! it’s my favorite!” a student you knew the name by Jaehyuk vocalized. You snuck a peek back at the banana milk slowly spilling out of the tiny straw, smiling back at Jaehyuk looking at you with hopeful eyes.

“Ah— this is actually my first time trying it! And it’s.. good!” you returned, attention on Jaehyuk until you see a much smaller figure peer behind him, a chocolate milk in hand.

“Of course it’s good! don’t buy too much of it though— don’t need it going out of stock on me! cmon Asahi”

Asahi. Asahi is his name.

You took one last quick glance at him, watching him throw the empty chocolate milk carton in the bin.

“Yeah.. The banana milk was too sweet for me anyway.”

—

Squatting down to touch the freshly grown flowers outside the school yard, you had recalled the times of your youth as a child running so eagerly to the same flowers in your hand right now.

Gazing at the pretty pink petals in awe as you wiping the morning dew slightly so it can slide off the petals, dripping to the ground.

Running back into your home, crying for a bandaid because you accidentally poked your hand with one of the thorns on accident.

Such simple yet vivid times you remember that made you cherish life a little more.

“Y/N? what are you doing here— our last class is gonna start soon” you heard your classmate Hyunsuk call. you spotting an ever so familiar figure behind him.

Small yet vivid moments.. how does this remind you of—

“Y/N what are you doing cmon!”

—

After school, you sneakily slid into the art classroom after realizing you left your phone in there. Checking the clock, you had 15 minutes before art club would commence, assuming you had 5 minutes to find your phone before members of the club would start arriving.

You observed the colorful classroom with the array of paintings laying on the drying rack, the paint brushes laying on the counter to dry, the sink covered in copious amounts of colors with its original silver color peeking through. The room gave off the feel of an elementary school art classroom. You guess the term “art is timeless” applies to the setting art is made in too.

“Ah there it is!” you whispered to yourself, snatching it off of the teacher’s desk. The sound of the door sliding open shocked you, ducking down under the table out of instinct.

‘Crap—how do i get out of here’ you thought before hearing a tiny tap on the desk.

And during this time of the year, peoples hopes grew along with the blooming cherry blossoms until, they too, find a loved one

“Uhm.. are you okay?” you looked up, seeing him.

With late march rolling in, comes the blossoms fully bloomed, the arms in everyone’s hearts opening to everyone.

“Oh sorry! I just- I forgot my phone during class so I just came in here to grab it..” you trailed off, quickly getting out of your ducked position and brushing the dust off of you.

You just never understood it.

“I should get going since art club is starting soon” you mustered. Before you could open the door you heard him speak.

“Are you looking to join the art club by any chance?” he said. You looked back at him, unable to scramble words together.

‘Just say yes, say yes, say yes, say yes say-‘

—

You handed out the application form to the leader of the art club, Yoshinori was it?

“Thank you thank you! You can join us for today to see the gist of what goes on” he said while giving you a smile that can easily flutter the hearts of others.

You looked at the room around you seeing Asahi and Jaehyuk, and a freshman that went by Haruto.

To be honest, why did you apply? Your experiences in art were little to none and your current piece you were working on in class was a “dog”— at least that’s what you called it.

“There should be one more person arriving and then we can start” Yoshinori said whilst you and him took a seat.

You stared at Asahi across from you who was absent mindedly looking down at the table, fiddling with his fingers.

‘Cute’ you thought before getting interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

“oh! Y/N what brings you here?” you looked behind you to see Jihoon at the entrance, giving Yoshinori a polite smile.

“I think i should be asking what are YOU doing here,” you retorted, knowing very well that both you and him had the same level of art skill, “and I just joined because i’ve been interested in art.”

“Sure—“ Jihoon scoffed, “Asahi told me about this today so i decided to join—“

‘Asahi. How does he know Jihoon?’

“And you’re not even listening to me!” he exclaimed, ruffling your hair roughly, you lightly punching him in the gut in return.

After the commotion died down, everyone went in session, drawing on a piece of paper whatever went into mind. It definitely meditated your mind but it wasn’t appealing— visually.

The room was filled with small chatter, Jihoon’s voice overbearing everyone else’s.

“Your doodles are very cute” you heard him softly speak. You looked up at his paper, your eyes widening at the sheer talent that bestowed upon your eyes.

“You’re a funny jokester” you simply replied, looking at your own paper with a tight lipped smile. You heard him stifle a laugh, warmth flooding throughout your veins.

“It’s amusing to look at— i like the dog” he said, pointing at one of the drawings.

“It’s supposed to be a zebra >:(“ you looked up at him, trying to contain his laughter before calming himself down and continuing to draw on his paper.

“Well it’s fine because art club isn’t necessarily based on skill. i mean, if we have Jaehyuk in here then that says something” he responded pointing at Jaehyuk’s paper. You couldn’t quite comprehend what he was drawing— a person playing baseball??

“It’s a frog by the way”

“HUH?!”

—

You hadn’t realized how late art club ended, but when you walked out of school, you saw the once blue sky turned into an orange hue indicating the late time.

“We hope to see you again Y/N” Yoshinori said. You nodded and hummed in response before taking your leave with Jihoon.

You took one last glimpse of Asahi, sticking out amongst the orange sky. The sun was setting yet— looking at him gave you the exact warmth you would feel on a midsummer day. You watched his mouth slowly bloom into a smile when made eye contact. You think in your mind that spring has never felt so warm.

—

You looked up at the trees in the process of blooming, white buds formulating on the branches.

“The trees are gonna be really pretty in about two weeks or so” you heard a voice from behind you. Him. You clenched the chocolate milk in your hand before turning towards him.

“Yeah— oh sorry i’m blocking the vending machine” you murmured, sliding away.

“Oh no no,, it’s fine,” he said before taking your spot and getting the same drink in your hand, “Are you by any chance— planning to confess to anybody?”

Oh, right. You looked up at the blossoming trees once again. The time of the season you once never understood. The time of the season you once could say you despised. Yet here you are, having the rush of spring flowing down your veins. Is this the adrenaline that everyone feels? The unknown feeling gave you goosebumps throughout your body as he asked you that question.

“I don’t quite know yet,” you simply responded, looking back at him taking the drink out of the machine, “What about you?”

A sheepish smile wiped on his face, his dimple showing ever so slightly. He shrugged before looking at you.

“Only my heart knows the answer to that question.”

—

Over the so little time you’ve known Asahi, you’ve picked up on his mannerisms and his actions.

For one, he was more on the reserved side, and even when he talked his voice would always be on the softer side. You unknowingly started to associate him with winter because he gave off the cold feeling of a winter night. It was also your favorite season.

Most people knew him because he was friends with Jaehyuk, one who was very popular amongst the school. You had heard a couple times in the hallway about how handsome Asahi was. The feeling you felt when hearing that was unknown to you.

He enjoyed drawing a lot; him and Yoshinori were the best out of the club (though you’d be a bit biased if asked whose art you liked more), and he was always focused on his work, always scrunching in a little corner tending to his painting. But yet he always complimented your drawings no matter how bad they were, never failing to give you a warm feeling right after.

You could say you had developed an endearment towards asahi.

You stepped out your home, looking at the once bare trees flutter into pink hues, you thought the cherry blossoms were beautiful.

Today you decided not to walk out with Jihoon because well— confession season is always different with that boy. You had no intentions to get caught up in his relations.

You took timid and slow steps towards school. Taking your time looking at the petals and happy groups walking and aweing at the blossoms. Your mind was also off somewhere— of course it was, it always was.

Arriving at school, you saw Jihoon getting flooded by countless individuals, a letter in most of their hands. You could say the same to Jaehyuk on the other side who was also getting bomboarded. You took your routined steps to your locker, opening it as per usual except— it wasn’t usual.

You watched the letter flutter out, swaying to the floor imitating a loose flower petal. Picking it up with a shaked up expression, you carefully opened it up.

You saw the scribbled up lines at the top of the letter, indicating that the said person was trying to make a poem.

‘ah— who am i kidding? i’m not one with words. i never was. yet here i am trying to pour my feelings out on this letter. but i cant seem to combine the right words to express it. maybe because my feelings could not be described in the first place. maybe my feelings are best not worded out on this crumpled up piece of notebook paper. because if i’m being honest— this is my 27th time writing this and yet i still cant get it down. just.. meet me at class 104B? 4:15 pm after school today? please? -♡

Your grip on the paper tightened, the heart fluttering confession bringing a small smile to your face. You looked back at your locker seeing chocolate milk in sitting atop. You grasped it in your hand, taking it out before closing the locker and heading to class, your hands gripping tightly onto the objects. Unknown to you a figure watching your every move with focused eyes.

As time went by in school awfully slowly, your mind went off to one person only. You had foolishly deluded yourself into thinking that the letter and milk was from him. well— he did see you buy chocolate milk that one time. And well,, the handwriting did have a print of him.

‘Enough thoughts. just wait until school ends and your mind can finally-‘ ring!

You looked up at the clock in shock, realizing that it was, in fact, 4:00pm.

You purposefully gathered up your belongings slowly, trying to pass as much time as possible. Putting your care into every single step taken, from the 1st floor to the second.

Taking a deep breath, you slid open the empty classroom door. It was very convenient that it was just across the art classroom as the club did have a meeting today.

You traveled across the room to look out the window, seeing someone announce their feelings to another under the cherry blossoms. Just last spring you would stick your tongue out in disgust yet here you are somewhat in the same position, your heart aching as each second ticks by.

You watched them hug each other, their feelings being reciprocated, a petal getting caught in ones hair. You looked at the trees and how it really set the mood, almost getting lost in the alluring sight until you heard someone clear their breath.

You turned around deliberately, looking down at your shoes before looking up.

Yet, you often found it as a mistake to open up your heart in a time full of tender love like now. well— maybe not.

It’s him. The person right in front of your eyes is him.

You felt like the sun had just rose, your heart beating out of your chest almost like it was about to burst and run away. You felt the butterflies prance around in your stomach, feeling like you could cough one up right now. Does he feel the same right now?

“Ah,,, hello” he mustered shyly. You clenched the letter in your hand.

“Did you perhaps—“ though it was quite obvious, the slight nod from him gave you your answer.

You observed him, his hair slightly covering his eyes. Lightly kicking at his feet, you had figured he couldn’t compromise the right words.

“I have something for you” he spoke out after what seemed like a few minutes. He reached his hand out, silently telling you to take the initiative to grab it. You placed your hand in his, feeling like your hand was molded perfectly just to cusp his. His grip so gentle you could barely feel him grasp your hand.

Leading you to the art classroom across, your eyes spotting on the covered canvas on an easel. Using his other hand, he took off the cloth, your eyes widening in awe.

Your mouth laid agape as you looked at the drawing of a portrait of you with cherry blossoms in the background. Your heart stammering in your chest.

“Is this what you’ve been working on the entire time in art club?” you asked, eyes still on the painting. He hummed and nodded his head.

“Do you like it? Or is it a bit too—“

“No no! I like it a lot— Actually I love it. I love it so much” you cut him off, looking at him with excitement evident in your eyes. Words couldn’t describe the feeling flowing through you. Is this real?

“Well, I like you a lot too. I was trying to find a way to tell you, so I used my strong suit which is art” he proceeded to tell you, taking your other hand in his. He smiled tenderly at you, his signature dimple showing once more.

“Asahi— I like you too” you beamed, staring straight into his eyes. His smile widened more, his teeth showing. You took this as the initiative to hug him, arms wrapping around his neck, his wrapping around your waist.

You felt the sun shine on you, the warmth of spring immersing through you, your heart feeling more than alive as ever. The cherry blossoms you once thought as a mistake becoming the blessing in disguise for you. You think in the time of the moment that Spring has never felt so warm for you.

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wulfies-kpop-fanfics · 3 years

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One Photo → Mark Lee [3]

↳ Pairing: Mark Lee/Reader

↳ AU: Soulmate!AU - The first touch of two soulmates permanently scars their bodies.

↳ Word count: 3,063

↳ Chapters: Prelude | 1 | 2 | You Are Here! | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

⁙ Summary: For an end of the year photography project, you’re tasked with taking a photograph for your favourite group, NCT127, and coincidentally, discover your soulmate.

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WEDNESDAY - 3

The sun is shining brightly through your window when the morning stirs you awake. The curtains of your room are wide open, and just outside you can hear the songs of two birds in the near distance. Groaning, you wonder how you managed to get in bed, swearing that you had just been watching Infinity War with Mark.

You slip out from under your covers, grabbing and putting on your glasses that were set neatly on your desk. You realize once you stand that you're also fully clad in soft pyjamas. Confused, you wander out of your room and out to the living area.

“Rhi?” your meek call into the kitchen and living room was met with silence. Holding your sides in a sort of self-hug, you wandered into the kitchen and looked at the stove time. It was around 10:30, and your class alarms never went off, so today must be a day where Rhiannon had class and you didn't.

Your thoughts put together what happened after you fell asleep in the moments after your fatigue was washed away in the shower, and you spend the rest of your morning poking at a bowl of cereal. Your days off usually meant staying in your pyjamas all day, playing Overwatch on the PlayStation you brought to your dorm from home or trying to take photos of dust particles if it was sunny enough.

You didn't know whether to feel alone or content in the first moments of your day. Time passed as it always did, taunting you with anxiety and making you worry about not getting anything done. It eventually compels you to start cleaning, ticking off little boxes on the chore chart attached to your fridge. You're not sure how long you've been absorbed in sweeping the floors, but eventually, you're brought back from absent daydreams because of a gentle knock on the door.

“One moment!” you call out, putting the broom back where it belongs and smoothing out your hair. You lick your lips and approach the door, opening it and looking straight into the face of Mark.

“Hi, (Y/N),” he greets you cheerfully, gingerly holding out a small bouquet of flowers out to you.

“Hi,” you answer softly, clearly surprised that he's there. “Thank you…”

“Rhiannon gave me a code to sign into the building as a guest,” he explains, “I want to take you out on a date if that's okay.”

Gingerly you take the flowers, a mix of tulips, sunflowers and roses. You smile up at him, a little embarrassed that you're not completely decent in front of him. “I'd like that, but…”

Mark raised his eyebrows. “But?” he repeated.

“I'm, uh… I need to get ready.”

Mark looks you up and down, and his face goes red. He smiles awkwardly at you and nods. “Okay, I can wait.”

“Okay. Make yourself at home and I'll get ready,” Mark follows you inside and watches you put the bouquet in a large glass that you fill with water. “I'll be right back.”

You stare at yourself in your full-length mirror for a while as soon as you close the door to your room. After taking off your pyjamas, the scar on your body stands out. You're definitely not used to seeing it, and you're feeling a little worried that it will draw more attention to you than you want.

Once you remember that Mark is waiting for you, you choose a pair of blue jeans and a loose pink top. Smoothing out your clothes, you stare at yourself. You haven't been on a date since high school, and after that date, your crush stopped talking to you- he believed too much in only dating the one you were made for, and it broke your heart.

“You can do this,” you told yourself. “He likes you. He's your soulmate. It's fine, you're fine. It's fine, we're all fine. Don't freak out." you took in a deep breath, making your way back out.

Mark was sitting politely on your couch, and once he noticed you were back, he immediately stood, smiling. “You look great,” he said, approaching you.

You felt a twinge in your chest and you felt your cheeks get red. “So do you,” you manage to mumble, watching as his smile grew wider.

“Are you ready?” he asked, holding out his hand for you to take.

“Yeah,” you gently took his hand, and after you got your shoes on and grabbed your little drawstring backpack, the two of you stepped out and began your day.

It almost felt like a dream, walking and talking with Mark. The two of you got ice cream together and sat in a small park, feeling the cool dew of morning turn into the sunny warmth of the afternoon.

“Have you ever been on a date?” Mark asked as the two of you were walking through a crosswalk to Union Station.

“One,” you answer. “Back in High School before I left home. I really liked him, but I knew we weren't going to be soulmates. It was when I wanted to be rid of the soulmate trope once and for all- live life scar-free, y'know?”

Mark frowned at you for a moment but then nodded for you to continue. He leads you into the building and toward the escalator that went down into the station.

“He took me out, bought me dinner and we had a good time. He took me home that night and he touched my shoulder… it was the first time he and I had physical contact. The next day at school we were both scar-free, and he told me that he didn't want to see me in that way anymore.” you half-smiled at Mark, tightening your grip on his hand.

“I'm sorry,” he said. “You won't have to deal with that anymore, I promise.”

“How about you?" You almost felt afraid to ask him, a twinge in your chest affirming that you may not even want to know his answer.

He smiled. "Not really, no, unless you count Johnny taking me out for dinner when he debuted with 127."

You raised your eyebrows. "Really? You're so good looking, though." Wind rushed through your hair as you both went down the stairs into the main station, the subway car you were to board whizzing through into the station.

Mark blushed and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "I didn't have the time. I was too busy thinking about my dream and my career. But now that I do have some time, I really am happy I found you."

You both climbed onto the subway car, Mark holding you close as the busy subway filled up. He was smiling cheerfully at you, red still dusting his cheeks. You returned the look, wondering how you could have gotten so lucky.

The two of you saw Avengers together at the Yorkdale mall. Of course, you cried, trying your best and failing to keep your sniffling silent. Mark took your hand in the dark of the theatre and squeezed it gently, making your heart flutter and your lips quiver.

You both decided to shop around after the film finished, sharing an enormous poutine in the food court once Mark's stomach began to audibly rumble. Mark was wolfing down the food at a breakneck pace, making you giggle at him once he managed to get gravy on his cheek.

"Slow down," you laughed, reaching over the table to wipe his cheek with a napkin. "Next thing you know you'll get it on your shirt."

Mark paused for a moment, a little surprised at the touch. "Not like I have a photoshoot later," he joked. "It's been years since I've had poutine."

You licked your lips. "Maybe, um, I would like to take pictures later?"

Mark's eyes widened. "Really?"

You nodded and smiled sheepishly, taking a bite of your fries before you missed your chance. "Just to make sure it's all real."

"(Y/N)," your name left Mark's lips, sounding like sweet sugar and honey. It sent shivers down your spine. "I can promise it's all real, but if you want, we can take some."

"Wow," you sighed, examining Mark's face. He was already so picturesque, no makeup, no hairspray or crazy visual design. He finished off the fries, another blob of gravy somehow made it onto his cheek, which made your eyes travel to stop at his lips. You licked your own, not even catching yourself thinking about what it would be like to kiss him.

Mark stared back at you, resting his head on the palm of his hand. "How long have you been thinking about taking pictures?"

You perked up and managed to make eye contact with him. "In general or just of you?" You asked shyly, tapping the corner of your lips with your finger. "You have more gravy on you."

Mark laughed bashfully and wiped his face with a napkin. "Uh, both, I suppose."

"I've loved taking pictures since I was a kid. I didn't know I wanted to do it as a living until I started to take pictures of nature with my phone camera. After that day in the forest with my grandparents, I knew I had to drop out of my biology courses and go into photography instead."

Mark nodded as he listened. "That's really admirable," he said, making you blush again. He stood, gathering up the tray and tilting his head as a gesture to join him.

You cleared your throat and continued with a shy smile, "I, um, just really want to take pictures of things I like, and… uh, you have always been one of them."

Mark put away the tray and took your hand, "there's no need to be embarrassed about it," he laughed quietly, "I like you too."

You felt at home with Mark, warm and happy. Your heart fluttered more and more when he looked at you, smiled, or talked with you. At random times you'd want to take a picture, he'd stop and pose for you. Whether it was silly, romantic or a chic fashion-style photo in the subway station on your way home that evening, he did it for you.

The camera you kept with you in your little drawstring bag was now full of photos, ready to be manipulated (not that you really had much to touch up anyway) and saved to your computer. Perhaps you would frame your favourite one.

The night rolled over you both like it had when you first spent the day together, which was only a few days ago, but it felt like a lifetime. The roads of Toronto were quieting down and the street lights were beginning to bathe the walkways in a soft amber glow. When you returned to your building, you didn't want to go in.

"We should both rest," Mark insisted when you clung to him in a hug. "Big day tomorrow." He still wrapped his arms around you and pressed his cheek against your head gently.

"What?" You looked up at Mark, confused. He leant back enough so he could look at you, a smile dancing on his lips.

"The guys want to take that one photo tomorrow. In the park with all the cherry blossom trees. I knew it was the place I wanted the night you took me there. You kept staring off in the distance, and once I figured out why, I wouldn't even consider any other place you would suggest if I had asked."

"Mark-"

"Don't be embarrassed," he assured you quickly. "I really like that about you."

"Well, I…" you were trying to avoid eye contact with Mark, not quite able to handle the compliments. "I'm looking forward to tomorrow," you say quietly, pouting, "but I still don't want you to go."

"I promise that after it's done, we will spend the entire day together, okay?" Mark placed a finger under your chin gently. "Sound like a plan?"

You couldn't hold your pout while making direct eye contact, so it melted away into a reluctant smile. "Okay."

The two of you went inside, walking down the hallway together toward the door to your apartment. When you arrived, you held both of Mark's hands. "Text me when you get back safely, okay?"

He squeezed your hands gently. "I will. I'd like to do one more thing, though, if it's okay with you."

You raised an eyebrow at him. "Like what?"

Your heart began beating wildly in your chest when he smiled at you. Mark was such a wonderful person. On the surface, he was confident and funny, but below that was a shy and quiet nature, that knew what he wanted but didn't quite know how to get there. His hands left yours and instead cupped your cheeks.

"This," his voice hit your ears so softly that you almost didn't hear it. Once he leant toward you, you caught on. With your heartbeat audible in your ears and your stomach doing acrobatics, your lips met.

It was chaste, borderline experimental, soft and nervous. When he separated from you, he rested his forehead against yours for a moment. "I thought about doing that all last night," he admitted.

"Do you really expect me to let you leave now?" Your question came out with a quiet laugh, almost letting yourself get carried away when Mark's hands left your cheeks.

"I expect you to be reluctant, but I really do need to go," he's smiling sadly at you, "I just had to know what it was like before I left."

"You owe me," grabbing his hand for one last moment before he turned to leave.

"I'll pay you in full," he said with a grin. "I promise."

"Be safe."

"I promise. I'll text you!" With that, he was gone.

You nearly screamed the moment you heard the large doors to the building click shut. You had just kissed him. Mark Lee kissed you. Taking in a deep, shaking breath, you dug into your backpack and shakily grabbed your keys to unlock the door to your apartment. As you were opening the door, you felt resistance for half a second and heard quick scrambling on the other side for another half a second when you pushed your way inside.

The first thing your eyes met once you walked inside was none other than your best friend.

"Sorry," she said bashfully, hands behind her back. "I, uh, wasn't expecting to get caught."

You rolled your eyes, grinning at her. "Are you apologizing because you were spying on me through the peephole or because you got caught?" You raised an eyebrow playfully at her.

"Look, we both know which one it is, so I'd rather not make myself look much worse."

With that you both are laughing, Rhiannon takes your bag for you and hung it up on the small coat rack while you took off your shoes.

"I've been texting Haechan; or should I say Donghyuck now..." she said as the two of you sat together in the kitchen, Rhiannon applying a face mask to your skin. She was already wearing hers, perfectly attached. "He's been helping me with my Korean grammar, which according to him is quote-unquote atrocious," she says, patting your face gently before taking her seat again and leaning back.

"Well, you've never had a proper teacher," you remark. "It's incredible you can keep studying it with all the dental stuff you have to do. I can't even keep my studies up and I have less of a school workload than you."

"Sometimes I think you're just lazy," she said teasingly. "Considering you just made me put a face mask on for you."

"Don't hate, you know I can never get these stupid things on right. Anyway, I was gonna ask you if you wanted to come to the boys' shoot tomorrow. You can show off your vocab in person, your spoken is way better than your texting." You looked over at her, watching her frown beneath the moisturizer mask.

"But I have a lab tomorrow,"

"Well, how about you meet us then? High Park, in the cherry blossom area where you like to people-watch while I take photos."

Rhiannon hummed. "If you wait for me, yeah. I'll pack an outfit in my bag to change into after."

You smiled. "Good, I wouldn't want to miss watching you meet Haechan in person."

"Like I'd ever let you miss that. Unlike you, who went to meet Mark, Johnny and Jaehyun without me."

"Hey," you whine, "you knew I had no idea they were gonna be there."

"Yeah yeah, make up all the excuses you want."

After your masks came off, you washed your face and changed into your pyjamas. Slipping under the covers, you checked your phone. There was a text from Mark, which you probably got while you were doing masks with Rhiannon.

Mark: I'm back safe

Mark: I really can't stop thinking about it

You: I'm happy you're safe, sorry I couldn't reply, was doing face masks

You: I can't either

Mark: It's ok

Mark: I'm getting ready for bed, all the guys are pumped for tomorrow, and the concert is getting closer

You: are you nervous?

Mark: A little, but I will be less so knowing you're going to be in the front row

You: I'm thankful I can be so close, I've never been in the front row of a concert before

Mark: itll be loud, bring earplugs

You: kay, I will be able to hear still right?

Mark: oh yeah, for sure hahah

Mark: It gets super loud, I don't want your hearing to get hurt

You: thank you for worrying about me

Mark: always :)

Mark: We will meet you around 11:30 in the park along the path where you and I walked

Mark: See you tomorrow, we should probably sleep

You: Okay, I'll see you

You: Good night Mark

Mark: nighty night (Y/N) <3 :)

You: <3

You were barely able to put your phone down to go to sleep. The day was constantly running through your head, especially your first kiss. Your heart fluttered, your stomach flipped, and you felt like you could squirm under the covers of your bed enough to tie yourself up in blankets.

When you finally managed to drift off, your dreams were entirely of what the future could hold.

#mark lee #mark lee x reader #mark x reader #nct #nct127 #nctu #nct scenarios #nct imagines #reader insert #fanfiction #kpop fanfictions #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines

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teacupfulofstarshine · 4 years

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pattonella part 12: in which the author hijacks her conveniently comatose character for magical shenanigans

cw: comatose character, minor angst, mention of sleep deprivation

the song referenced in virgil’s visions (linked in the first one) is "soldier, poet, king" by the oh hellos because ya girl is a predictable bitch

wordcount: ~3.8k

part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4 // part 5 // part 6 // part 7 // part 8 // part 9 // part 10 // part 11 // read it on ao3!!

“you should rest, prince logan.”

“i will not leave,” logan says. his back and neck hurt like hell from sitting in the same place for hours on end, and his voice rasps from the near-constant litany of song he’s been providing to virgil, but he makes no move to leave his chair. virgil’s hand is pressed between his, cool and limp.

“virgil will be alright,” remy says. “the magical exhaustion coma sucks, yeah, but it’s not going to kill him. we’ve pumped him full of as much healing magic and medicine as he can stomach, and he’s going to be okay. he’s going to wake up, and you’ll want to be awake and coherent enough to see it.”

“i will persevere.”

“you will collapse from sleep deprivation, is what will happen. you don’t have to leave the infirmary, but you’re going to be in the infirmary if you don’t eat something and sleep.”

logan opens his mouth to protest, but remy draws himself up to his full height (which is not much) and says, “you may be the prince of this kingdom, but i am your doctor, and so help me gods you are going to eat a damn meal and you are going to take a damn nap before i force-feed you a sleeping potion.”

logan blinks, startled, and remy holds firm, crossing his arms. “did i fucking stutter?”

“no,” logan says, voice quiet. remy sighs, reaching out to mess up logan’s hair. logan sputters indignantly, but remy has always been a parental figure to him, so he doesn’t protest.

“your worry is admirable, prince logan, but virgil would not want you to run yourself ragged like this. remember his concern when you had a concussion?”

“of course i do. he doted on me every hour of the day, remy. how can i say that i did not do the same for him? virgil is - he - i -” logan’s jaw works open, closed, open closed as he tries to form a coherent thought from the tangled mess of virgilworryconcerncarelove? buzzing around in his head.

“you don’t have to say it,” remy says. “i’m married, remember? i’m familiar with what it means to love someone.” logan startles, practically jumping out of his chair. remy laughs, shifting his hand to gently squeeze logan’s shoulder. “no need to sound so offended.”

“it’s not offense,” logan says. “it - it’s just -”

he trails off as his gaze slides back to virgil’s peaceful face and the even movement of his chest. “virgil has not had many positive things in his life. he had to deal with a suboptimal family life, constantly sacrificing himself to protect patton, and i - i just want him to see - to know that he does not have to constantly sacrifice himself for people to earn their love. i need him to know that he does not have to throw himself into the line of fire to protect his loved ones. and - and i do not want him to feel rushed into admitting that he cares for me. i do not want to presume that i know he loves me, because i do not!”

“trust me, prince logan, that man is head over his god damn heels for you.” remy smirks, confident, and logan exhales shakily.

“but i do not wish to rush it. i know that we are supposed to be marrying so that thomas can officially become the crown prince, but - but i cannot force him to marry me. i hope that he wants to marry me, i - i want to marry him, eventually. i do.” it’s the first time logan has ever admitted it out loud; remy’s eyes widen and his face softens. “but i cannot force him to marry me if he does not love me. i will not trap him in a loveless marriage.”

“please,” remy scoffs. “you cannot look at this man, laying in a hospital bed because he drove himself to magical fucking exhaustion to keep you safe, and tell me that he does not love you.”

logan squeezes virgil’s hand tightly, exhaling. his eyes feel like lead.

“you need to sleep,” remy repeats. “the bed next to virgil’s is open. get in and lay down and go to sleep, okay? i promise i’ll wake you at the first sign of trouble.” logan looks at virgil again and sighs, closing his eyes.

“very well, remy.” he leans over and kisses virgil’s forehead, carefully sweeping his bangs off his face. “you wake me at the very first sign of trouble, you understand me?”

“of course, prince logan.” remy bows, deep and sarcastic, and logan suppresses a smile.

*~*~*~*~*

virgil frowns, looking around. he’s in the middle of a blank black void; it looks like the place where he sees his visions, but no visions appear to him. “hello?” he calls. something floats towards him - a girl’s voice, high and ethereal, singing softly.

there will come a soldier who carries a mighty sword . . .

suddenly, a vision slams into him: roman, clearly no older than two years old, wearing a red baby onesie and holding a little wooden sword. he toddles toward virgil without seeing him, waving his little sword around and giggling. a pair of hands reaches down and gently stabilizes roman when he nearly trips over an unseen obstacle.

past, his brain whispers.

he will tear your city down, oh lei oh lai oh lord . . .

another vision: roman, sitting cross-legged on a bed with patton settled into his lap. he’s rubbing patton’s back and murmuring softly into his ear, probably reassuring him. virgil can’t hear anything they’re saying, but he catches the shape of patton’s mouth as he very clearly says “virgil.” roman smiles, kissing his forehead, and virgil smiles. he’s glad someone is taking care of patton while he’s unconscious.

present.

oh lei, oh lai, oh lei oh lord; he will tear your city down, oh lei oh lai oh lord . . .

a third vision: roman, much older, probably fifty or so. his hair is streaked with gray, and he’s managed to grow a full beard. it’s neatly trimmed and also greying. roman wears formal attire, a suit with a breastplate and a cape. he has various badges and medals attached to his chest and a sword that virgil recognizes as ceremonial hanging from his waist. roman looks to the side and smiles, offering his arm. patton steps forward, taking his arm, and virgil gasps as he sees the way his brother has aged.

somehow, patton still looks similar, even though he’s clearly aged. his hair is long, less gray than roman’s and more silver and braided off his neck with flowers. there are crinkles of laughter around his eyes. he’s wearing a sparkly blue-and-gold dress with red flowers embroidered on it, and he has a small golden circlet matching roman’s more ornate one. patton is still wearing roman’s pendant around his neck, and when roman places his hand over patton’s on his upper arm virgil spies a matching gleam of wedding bands on their fingers.

future.

the visions fizzle away, and virgil sinks back down into sleep, still clinging to the image of his brother and his husband in the future.

*~*~*~*~*

patton wakes up slowly. he’s still getting used to the idea that he doesn’t have to sleep on the floor, that he doesn’t have to wake up at the ass-crack of dawn and drag himself into bed at midnight. he wakes up warm and comfortable, sinking into a downy mattress, vision hazy from sleep and lack of glasses.

he yawns, blinking to try and clear his eyes as best he can, and freezes when he hears someone else breathing beside him. he feels a weight on his waist over the duvet, and someone stirs next to him, the arm on his waist starting to pull him closer, and then patton remembers.

roman is home. roman is home and he’s here with patton, in patton’s bed, snuggling him and keeping him warm. patton flips over onto his other side, and comes face-to-face with roman. the youngest prince is still asleep, his hair flopped into his eyes, mouth open. a small puddle of drool is growing slowly on the pillow, and he’s not wearing a shirt, revealing his smooth, tanned collarbones.

patton kind of wants to bite them.

he snuggles closer to roman instead, blushing bright red, pushing his face into roman’s hair. roman snorts in a breath and presses himself closer to patton. his nose is chilly when it brushes against the warm skin of patton’s neck, and patton shivers a little.

he dozes in the comfortable warmth of the bed (his bed, roman’s bed, their bed) until roman wakes up with an undignified snort, narrowly avoiding cracking his head against patton’s chin. “mm-mngh-wh-pat?”

“morning,” patton says. he’s practically giddy with joy, and he can’t stop the laughter from spilling out of him, high-pitched and embarrassing. roman smiles at him, sleepy and lazy and so, so besotted, and patton’s pretty besotted himself.

“oh, vision of loveliness, star that outshines the rising sun,” roman begins, carefully propping himself up on one hand while keeping the other draped around patton’s waist. “loveliest of flowers, shining with the morning dew, face covered with a galaxy of freckles, visage that could launch a thousand ships and set a city ablaze with the light of your smile -”

“stop, stop!” patton laughs, burying his face in his hands.

“pull your hands from your face like a flower unfurling to the sun, how will i kiss your pretty face if you hide it from me?”

“but i’m embarrassed!”

patton feels roman gently wrap his fingers around patton’s hands, carefully peeling them away. “there’s my lovely patton, there’s your pretty face,” roman croons, leaning in to brush their noses together. “may i kiss you, my dearest?”

patton giggles again. “you may.” roman takes his time, carefully pressing a kiss to the center of patton’s forehead, then the left side, then the right; he kisses patton’s eyelids, his cheeks, his nose, his chin, and almost every freckle he can find. finally, he leans in and presses his mouth against patton’s. both of them still taste like sleep and morning breath, and it’s not the best tasting kiss patton’s ever had but he still treasures it.

“i’ve missed waking up to that,” roman says. “you are much better to wake up to than a field tent.”

“was this a one-time thing?” patton asks.

“kissing? i certainly hope not.”

“no, no i mean - this.” patton gestures to the bed. “you sleeping in here, with me. is this a one-time thing? do we have to sleep apart?”

“not if you don’t want to.” roman looks bashful, eyes skittering away from patton’s to look at his chin. “do - do you want to?”

“absolutely i do,” patton says, words spilling out in a rush of breath. “i hate waking up alone, i - even though i didn’t really have a bed or a bedroom before i was always with virgil, and i - please, ro, please -”

“oh, darling, of course.” roman reaches up to touch patton’s face. “i wanted to make sure you knew that you had your own space as necessary, because you didn’t have any of that before. but if you don’t want to be alone, you never have to be alone again. i promise, patton, i promise, i promise i promise. i swear it to you on my birthright as the third prince of this kingdom.”

patton feels tears running down his face, and roman carefully wipes them away. “no tears, my darling. i am here now.”

by the time nate comes in with breakfast, they’ve fallen asleep again, tucked into each other.

*~*~*~*~*

virgil rises back to awareness slowly, opening his eyes to the same black void he’d seen earlier. he frowns; another vision? they usually don’t come so close together. before he can ponder it any longer, the same haunting female voice from before comes echoing around him.

there will come a poet whose weapon is his word . . .

a vision, suddenly: logan, barely a year old if that, laying on his back. he’s wearing a dark blue footed onesie patterned with stars, reaching up towards a mobile dangling above him. he’s giggling, opening and closing his little fists repeatedly as he tries to grab the little wooden moons and stars and swirling carvings. he kicks his little feet, and virgil feels his heart swell with joy.

past.

he will slay you with his tongue, oh lei oh lai oh lord . . .

another vision: logan, looking the way he did when virgil last saw him. he’s sitting at virgil’s bedside, holding virgil’s hand. he’s pale, with circles beneath his eyes, and he’s murmuring something to virgil’s comatose body. virgil reaches toward the vision, but it evaporates before he can touch logan.

present.

oh lei, oh lai, oh lei oh lord; he will slay you with his tongue, oh lei oh lai oh lord . . .

a third vision: logan is sitting at a desk, surrounded by stacks of books and papers. he pushes a hand through his bangs, sighing; his hair is longer now, gathered into a ponytail at the base of his neck and shot through with silver. he looks tired, reaching for his quill to sign whatever’s in front of him. he turns his head to the right, as though someone has called for him.

virgil can barely believe his eyes as he steps into view. he’s wearing a dark blue shirt with a purple vest, both embroidered with silver. his hair is longer and starting to grey, but he leans in to kiss logan’s head and logan reaches up to touch his face with love in his eyes. virgil gasps as he recognizes that just like his vision of patton and roman from earlier, future-him and future-logan have matching wedding bands.

future.

*~*~*~*~*

logan wakes up blearily, rubbing his eyes. he jolts awake the second he regains control of his faculties, throwing off the thin hospital blankets and jerking around to look for virgil. he sighs in relief when he sees that virgil is in the bed next to him, still slowly breathing, still sound asleep. “how long was i out?” he rasps.

“like, four hours,” remy says, carefully placing a fresh washcloth over virgil’s forehead. “not nearly long enough, but i’ll take it.” emile comes in from the garden, carrying a steaming teacup in his hands.

“is that for me?” logan asks. emile nods, handing him the cup. he sips it slowly, letting the honey-sweet taste slide over his tongue. “thank you, emile.”

“you’re welcome. it’s no replacement for sleep, but hopefully it’ll help you a little bit.”

before logan can respond, there’s a noise from virgil’s bed. logan nearly spills his tea as he twists around to try and see what’s happening. virgil’s face scrunches up, nose wrinkling, and his mouth moves slightly.

“wh - virgil -”

“. . . soldier . . . mighty sword . . . tear . . . city down . . .” virgil mumbles. his fingers curl in the blankets as his face smooths out again, sinking back into sleep.

“what was that?”

“it is possible that he’s having some sort of vision,” remy says. logan frowns, reaching over to gently touch virgil’s shoulder.

“i’m not sure that i enjoy the sound of that vision . . .” virgil turns his head just slightly, catching logan’s hand between his shoulder and his chin. logan’s heart melts into a puddle of emotion-goo as he leans over to kiss virgil’s forehead.

“oh, my dearest one.” virgil makes a soft, incomprehensible noise and his face smooths into calm sleep again. logan reaches his other hand up to carefully stroke virgil’s cheek. “rest well, my darling, and heal. i long for the day i can see your eyes again.”

“sap,” remy teases.

*~*~*~*~*

virgil isn’t sure why he’s surprised that a third set of visions comes. his normal visions come in threes - past, present, and future - and it makes sense that he would have a trio of visions. a trio of trio, a group of three threes; three is one of the most potent magical numbers, and the kingdom has three princes for a reason.

there will come a ruler whose brow is laid in thorn . . .

the first vision strikes: thomas, no more than four years old, playing with a cluster of roses. carefully, with his pudgy little child-fingers, he weaves them into a crown and plops it onto his head. it sags askew, flopping into his face, but he just laughs and pushes it back up onto his head.

past.

smeared with oil like david’s boy, oh lei oh lai oh lord . . .

the second vision: thomas, flopping onto his bed in exhaustion. someone comes up and sits on the bed next to him, an advisor that virgil vaguely remembers from earlier, when he’d stormed in on the court with a vision of roman’s death burning in his eyes. he thinks their name is joan? they place a hand on thomas’s back, and thomas sighs, sitting up and smiling at them. his mouth forms the shape of the words thank you , and joan offers the crown prince a hug which he eagerly accepts.

present.

oh lei, oh lai, oh lei oh lord; smeared with oil like david’s boy, oh lei oh lai oh lord . . .

the third vision: thomas, sitting on the throne. he’s older, wearing the king’s crown in place of his crown prince circlet. it fits perfectly. he wears a shirt woven from rainbow threads that shimmers in the light, and he has a golden scepter twined with flowers in his hand. someone comes up and kneels before him, and thomas inclines his head. he looks like a true king - wise, just, strong. a good ruler.

future.

virgil lets himself fall unconscious again.

*~*~*~*~*

“how long has he been here?”

“three days,” logan says. “to be more precise, it has been seventy-three hours, eighteen minutes, and twenty seconds. he has been unconscious for one-hundred twenty-one hours, eighteen minutes, and twenty-four seconds.”

“that’s not good, is it?” patton says. he holds one of virgil’s hands and logan holds the other. roman stands behind patton. one hand resting on his shoulder. patton tips his head and sighs when he feels the warmth of roman’s hand press against his cheek, a comforting, grounding weight. “that he’s been unconscious for so long.”

“not particularly. statistics show that the longer patients are comatose, the . . .” logan swallows, hard, but patton leans forward and he continues. “the longer the patients are comatose, the less likely it is that they will recover.”

patton feels his heart sink down to the deepest pits of his stomach. nate, standing at the foot of the bed, makes a soft upset noise. “would you like some tea, lord san - um, uh, i - i mean - patton, sir?”

despite how shitty he feels, patton lifts his head and smiles at his servant. “tea would be wonderful, nate.” he looks up at roman. “do you want anything, dear?” roman’s eyes widen in shock, and patton gasps when he realizes what he’s done. “i - i mean, um -”

roman’s entire face softens like a newborn lamb, and he leans in to kiss patton gently. “tea sounds lovely, my darling.” patton blushes a bright, burning red, turning to look at logan to try and quell his blush.

“i would not say no to some tea,” logan says. “could you, perhaps, see if the cook has any sweet buns prepared fresh as well? with some of her fresh jam?”

nate bows. “of course, your royal highness.”

“there is no need for such formalities. you may simply call me logan.” nate jerks upright, stammering.

“wh - n - i - i couldn’t possibly! i - i mean - uh - that - that is to say - i - um - wh -”

“it is alright,” logan says. he smiles kindly at nate, which puts patton at ease. “i understand that it may be a bit of a shock to switch from formal titles to none at all. however, i must insist that at the very least, you call me prince logan.”

“prince roman works just fine for me as well.”

nate looks overwhelmed with all this new information, but he manages to stammer out an “o - o - of course!” before turning around and all but sprinting to the kitchens.

“you make him nervous!” patton laughs.

“i find that is a common theme.” logan seems disgruntled.

“i’m not scared of you!” that brings a smile to logan’s face, and patton considers his job done for the moment.

nate returns quickly with a tray containing a steaming teapot, teacups, sugar, cream, and honey. another serving girl follows him with a basket of steaming buns covered by a cloth. there’s a jar of jam and a butterknife tucked into the basket as well.

“thank you,” logan says, taking a roll and tearing into it with vigor.

“of course, your royal highness.” the serving girl curtsies and sets the basket down at logan’s feet. “will you be needing anything else, your royal highness?” logan shakes his head, mouth full of bun, and the serving girl ducks out of the infirmary.

nate carefully pours tea for patton, adding the cream and honey that he’s learned patton loves, and then offers a cup to roman. “how do you take your tea, your - prince roman?” roman smiles.

“two sugars, a splash of cream, please, nate.”

they sit and sip their tea quietly for a while. logan on his own eats about five or six sweet buns before he takes a break for air or tea. in all the excitement of the tea and snacks, patton almost misses virgil’s eyes squeezing shut.

almost.

“virgil?”

logan sets his teacup down so quickly it sloshes out onto the floor, leaning forward. virgil groans softly and turns his head back and forth. “virgil, dearest, beloved, it is alright. take your time, i’m here.” patton watches the way logan tenderly brushes hair off virgil’s face, hears the soft way in which the prince speaks to his brother, and leans a little further into roman, smiling; he’s glad that virgil has found someone so lovely to love.

after a few more minutes of fussing, virgil slowly opens his eyes halfway. “mmmngh . . .”

“hello, beloved,” logan whispers, tearing up. patton notices that he’s tapping his feet against the floor, rocking back and forth just slightly in his seat, and he hears roman make a soft, approving noise at his brother’s happy-stims.

“lo?”

“yes, beloved. it is me. patton is here too, and roman. we’re all here for you.”

virgil’s head turns toward patton, and he can’t stop himself from crying either. “virge,” he chokes, all but throwing himself forward to hug virgil. he feels virgil press his face into his hair, and patton hugs him as best as he can.

it feels like he’s just been cut loose from a massive anchor bound around his ankles.

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thestanceyg · 3 years

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Time for some more Darcyland Drabbles

A little drabble racing on the Discord server. Here’s all 4 of my sprints, so they’re below the cut because it’s kinda a lot. (Keep in mind all of these are a one and done sort of deal.)

Magnetism 1 She was drawn to him. That was certain. She hadn’t felt this way about anyone in a long time, and wasn’t that the funniest thing? She would have thought that she would never feel this way again after…. Well. After.

But now she did. Of course, it couldn’t have been a worse time to suddenly feel this animal magnetism toward someone.

“Err, I suppose this isn’t the best time to say anything, but since we might die anyway, how about if we live we get coffee?”

The man shot her an amused look. “We’ll survive,” he said matter of factly. “I want that coffee.”

2 I’m just saying it’s super cute,” she smiled. “C’mon. You can’t tell me you don’t like it!”

He looked at the refrigerator speculatively. “I suppose you’re right,” he agreed, his hands wrapping around her waist from behind, his chest pressed against her back as he kissed the top of her head. “But for the record, I still think it’s a kinda weird idea.”

“Weird, but still cute,” she argued.

“Yeah,” he agreed.

She laughed a little as his fingers dug into her sides, tickling. Making pictures of their friends into magnets was her best craft idea yet.

3 “It shouldn’t work like this,” she said, pulling her glasses from her face and pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Well, it’s not like there’s a lot of precedent here,” Bruce sighed. “I agree that the magnetism in this instance doesn’t quite make sense, but it is sort of fascinating.”

She had to agree. They had definitely stumbled upon something new. “This could take us years to fully explore,” she said. “Not that I’m complaining, but this was supposed to be a fun side project and not the seminal work of my life.”

“Sorry,” Bruce said, even though he wasn’t. “That’s just how science goes.”

4 She felt drawn to this place like there was a magnet pulling her. It was an insistent urge. It wouldn’t let up, and she didn’t know why the thought of ignoring it left her breathless with panic.

But following it? Following it left her breathless with anticipation.

It made no logical sense. Where was she going, and more importantly, why? But as soon as the thought entered her head, she remembered her grandmother who used to sit her down on her knee and tell her about the hope. How the hope would draw you to where you needed to be. Suddenly it all made a lot more sense.

5 “Watch closely,” Darcy commanded to the little one whose eyes were wide with wonder. She carefully dropped the magnet on the other side of the tank and the iron filings started to pull over to it, and the little girl’s eyes got impossibly wider.

“Wow,” she breathed. When the movement finally stopped, she turned her head. “Aunt Darcy, how does it work?”

“Science, which is magic that we study.”

The girl’s eyes lit up. Gotcha, Darcy thought. She’d be damned if another little girl thought that sciences weren’t for women. No little girl would have the rough relationship she had if she had anything to say about it.

6 She gripped his hand firmly and swung their arms back and forth a bit, trying to make it seem more like a joke than the desperate need it was, clawing deep in her gut. She tried to look at him out of the corner of her eye, but he was so damn tall that it didn’t give her anything to work with.

She pulled him along toward the ice cream cart. “You want a cone?” she asked.

Finally she looked up at him, and his smile was blinding. “Of course.” He squeezed her hand, and she realized that there would be no pulling them apart.

7 “Where are my damn fabric scissors?” she all be growled as she lifted everything off her countertop and threw it back down. The scissors were nowhere to be found. She lifted her eyes heavenward. So help her if someone had taken them and used them to cute anything that wasn’t fabric.

Just as she was starting to wonder if she would be murdering a housemate, Clint dropped her scissors down in front of her.

“So help me if…”

“I used them because they’re magnetic,” he said sheepishly. “I dropped my lucky paperclip and couldn’t reach it, but it came right to the scissors.”

Luminous 1 She was radiant, he thought. He had never seen someone who seemed to just glow with happiness like she did.

And she was his.

Officially and legally as of fifteen minutes ago. She had said he vows and he had said his, and they had signed the paper.

She was his sun, and now everyone would know it. He couldn’t wait to introduce her to everyone as his wife.

His entire body tracked her like he was a flower seeking her warmth. She was luminous and she was all his. Though, for tonight, he still had to share her with the people at the reception.

2 Jane couldn’t stop laughing. “Are you sure you’re using that right?” she asked through laughs that had turned into hiccups.

“Of course I’m not. I don’t know shit about how to use highlighter, but let me tell you, even if I’m totally wrong, this is how I’m doing it from now on. Look at me Jane! I’m luminous!”

Jane couldn’t disagree. She certainly looked like she was radiating some sort of ethereal light. Though she had moved from dew kissed fairy into something slightly more alienlike.

“Well budge over,” Jane said. “I need to get in on this.”

3 “This flashlight is garbage,” she harshly whispered to him. “We can’t see anywhere. How many lumens is this damn thing?”

He didn’t answer at first and she tried not to be upset about that. It wasn’t his fault they were now lurking through the abandoned hospital trying to find their friends and get out of there before the killer on the loose found them.

“I don’t know,” he said with a frown. “Whatever the bureau’s standard issue is. Maybe the batteries are running down.”

“We’re going to die,” she groaned.

“We won’t,” he argued. “You own me a Scrabble rematch.”

She couldn’t help but laugh.

4 “Look,” she breathed reverently as she pulled away from the telescope display. Everything was electronic now, and she had missed looking through the eyepiece in her backyard, so this was quite the treat. She waved him closer to the equipment.

Leo bend over and looked for himself. “Wow,” he breathed. You’re not wrong.” “Right?” she said. “There’s just something about being able to see the moon in your own backyard with such detail. How it illuminates the entire piece. It’s something that no modern display can replicate.” Her voice was soft.

He hummed his agreement.

5 “I can’t believe this is the bridesmaid dress you picked,” Darcy huffed. “Please tell me this is a joke and the real dress is totally different. Or it’s at least a different color.”

“Nope,” Simmons said with a soft smile. “I always imagined a bright bridal party.”

Darcy looked down at the offending fabric wrapping her body. It was like she was wrapped in some sort of tin foil that reflected yellow light instead of a rainbow of colors. It was highly disconcerting.

“Well we’ll all certainly be…luminous,” Jane said, trying to smooth over both of their feelings about the garment.

6 “I can’t believe someone tried to say that this book was some sort of ‘luminous beacon for book clubs everywhere. That it’s the quintessential read of the century’.”

“Agreed,” Pepper said with a curl of her nose. “This was…not good.”

“Don’t sugar coat it,” Maria argued. “This book was garbage.”

“The only way that this is luminous,” Darcy added, “is if we set it on fire.”

“I’ve definitely read fanfiction that was better,” Jane agreed, dropping her book on the coffee table.

“That’s not even hard,” Darcy snorted. “I’ve read Wattpad fic written by a 12 year old better than this.”

7 He had never seen her before, he was sure of it, but he couldn’t stop looking at her once he saw her. She was luminous. She radiated this softness and beauty, but also this intellectual and academic integrity that practically seeped from her pores. He hoped to introduce himself to her, but he wasn’t the only one that he noticed her beauty. She was surrounded by so many others.

But then.

Her eyes lifted up and met his. Suddenly she was smiling and walking his way. “Dr. Fitz?” she asked, her cheeks coloring. “I’m Dr. Darcy Lewis. I’d been hoping to meet you today.”

Gravity 1 She was on the ground. That wasn’t normally a problem, but it seemed she couldn’t get off the ground.

“Not so high and mighty now, are you Dr. Lewis?”

Her eyes scrunched as she felt the pressure pulling her down and keeping her there.

“What did you do.”

His smile was practically feral. “I finally figured out how to change localized gravity. It wasn’t even that hard. And you just walked into the field and got stuck in it. Now you’ll have to do what I say or I’ll turn it up until the force crushes you.”

She turned her head away. “I guess I’ll die then.”

2 “I don’t think the gravity of this situation is really hitting you,” Tony said with a pinched look on his face.

“Oh, I get it all right,” Steve argued back “IO just think that you don’t have any idea what you’re doing. Your solution is asinine.”

Darcy’s eyes bounced back and forth as she watched both of them argue back and forth,

“I’d kill for some popcorn,” she said, before inserting herself into the building argument that was now mostly about disparaging the other’s character.

She let out a loud whistle. “Listen up asshats. You’re both wrong.”

3 He was her gravity. He kept her grounded and secure. She had always expected love to be more like floating, but it wasn’t. At least not the way he loved her. He loved her exactly how she was. It made her feel more secure in who she was and what she was doing. His devotion to her was absolute, and he kept her from second guessing herself. She had never realized that feeling grounded could feel so liberating. Sure, there had been a bit of floatyness when they started, but if she was a balloon, he was holding her string, and she had never been happier.

4 “Maybe before we step out we should, I don’t know, check things like the air and gravity situation? Not to second guess anyone since I’m just the astrophysicist here, but, ya know, that environment might affect what we do when we get out there.”

The leader whose name she knew but refused to use, glowered at her. “You’re not in charge here Miss Lewis. Besides, you’re not here as a scientist. You're here for your social media expertise.” He practically spat the last words.

“It’s Doctor,” she countered. “And I’m here for both you absolute fuckwit.”

5 The situation was grave, but it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. Of course, as soon as the thought entered her head, an explosion rocked the wall, blowing debris at her and pinning her down.

She came to unable to feel her legs. Well, that probably wasn’t good, but it also wasn’t the worst thing. She was pretty sure if she could feel them, she wouldn’t be able to think at all for the pain. Okay, the gravity of the situation had gone up. Well, nothing to do for it but get to work on a solution.

6 “Try defuyyyyinnnggg gravity!” she sang at the top of her lungs. She was singing so loud that she didn’t hear the door open and close.

“Oh Darcy,” Jane said as she turned the volume of the music down. “I realized it was a bad breakup, but I didn’t think you were this bad.”

Darcy snorted. “It wasn’t bad at all. This,” she gestured to the room that Jane noticed was covered in comfort foods and blankets, “has nothing to do with that. The breakup was unfortunately timed with my dissertation being denied.”

“What?” Jane said, the color draining out of her face before she turned the volume back up.

7 “Like, what even is gravity?” she asked, slurring her words.

Her companions stared at her. “Do you mean like in science?” Helen asked, her own words not fully enunciated.

“No,” Darcy said, shaking her head and immediately regretting it as the room seemed to tilt around her. “I mean, the drink,” she held up her glass and shook it in emphasis. It was luckily mostly empty and didn’t spill.

“I don’t think that’s the name of it,” Jane said. “It’s g something else.”

“Galaxy,” Maria said, put upon by her own sobriety. “It’s called a galaxy, not a gravity.”

8 “I don’t think you understand the gravity of this situation,” Jane said with a cruel smile. “You denied my best friend her PhD, and now no one can help you. No one will save you from the single stupidest thing you’ve done this decade.”

The man sneered at her. “That’s mighty presumptuous of you,” he said arrogantly. “You might have won a Nobel Prize, but everyone knows that had more to do with Thor than you.”

Jane just laughed. “You have no idea.”

Darcy pulled at Jane’s arm. “Come on. He’s not worth it. Stark’s already almost done ruining him. We need to prepare for my new presentation.”

The man paled and Jane’s smile widened. “Now you get it.”

Radiation 1 “Ummm, that was not a result I was prepared for,” Bruce admitted as he looked over at Helen and Darcy.

“Yeah, I can’t imagine any of us were expecting this,” Darcy agreed from where her skin seemed to have fused to his hip. “This isn’t really how radiation works.”

“Errr,” Helen said from the consul where she had moved a soon as the problem had arisen. “Which one of you recently had contact with an Asgardian?”

The looked at each other and Bruce said, “Last night? We were in New Asgard for a party.”

Helen sighed. “Well that’s a start,” she sighed.

2 The pain was radiating from her legs now and she didn’t like this new development. Sure, it meant that they probably weren’t a lost cause, but it was seriously interfering with her ability to think.

“Darcy?” a voice yelled before coughing. There was still dust heavy in in the air.

“Over here!” she yelled back after covering her face with her shirt.

There was a scrambling sound and then a soft curse and Sam Wilson was in front of her.

“A bit not good,” he said, looking from her legs to her face.

“Really? John Watson now?”

He smiled.

3 “Radiation therapy is my suggested course of action,” he said looking at her from across the desk. She wondered how many times he had had similar conversations across this desk. Probably a lot. It was kind of his job. She wondered if he had all the beats of talking someone through cancer treatment down. If his head was just a giant decision tree that took her answers and gave her the response he had given every time someone asked this question or made that comment.

“Okay,” she said after a deep calming breath. “I know what that means. Do I start scheduling with you now or is that later?”

4 The radiation the planet was emitting was fascinating. It wasn’t what she had been looking for, but she was glad to have found it anyway. “Move one quarter of a degree south,” she said to her tech that was running the telescope. “Read again and then change the spectrum. I want to see what else is going on with this plant.”

“That isn’t our mission, Dr. Lewis,” the intern argued.

She closed her eyes and counted to ten. She was over snot nosed male interns thinking they dictated her research simply because of their genitalia.

“Not our mission. Mine. Do as I say,” she ordered.

5 The radiation fallout had been less than they had expected, but no less impactful. Coulson looked over at her. “You’re glowing” he said.

She frowned. When she looked at herself she didn’t see a glow. She looked back up at him. “I don’t see a glow,” she argued. “Maybe it’s something only you can see? Try looking at yourself or someone else. Maybe your eyes were changed. Something that wasn’t visible before now is?”

He did as she said. “Maybe,” he agreed, looking around, “but you’re the only one I see glowing, and I don’t know what that means.”

6 Darcy’s tears were bitter and she didn’t feel like she had earned the right to cry them. She had known that radiation therapy was a last resort. She knew that the odds were against them. But knowing that and living the results were two different things. It had been just her and her dad as long as she could remember, and now it was about to be just her. The treatment had failed to bring about results. She knew it was just a matter of time now. It had always been just a matter of time, but that hadn’t stopped her from hoping. Now it looked like hope had run out.

7 “That color looks like it belongs on a door warning of radiation,” Jane said flipping her sunglasses down before looking at the dress again.

“Right?” Darcy said gleefully. “Isn’t it perfect?”

“I don’t know why you’re going out of your way to have a bad date. Just tell him no.”

Darcy frowned at her friend. “I can’t just tell him no. He’s a supremely arrogant asshole. He’ll keep bothering me until I say yes. This is much better. I’m going to make him think it’s his idea to never see me again.”

#darcylanddrabblerace #revengers #darcy lewis

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Outside chapter 5: Nothing is that Simple

Chapter five is here y'all! Here we meet someone entirely new, and find that maybe Scout kept a few more secrets than even Stacy thought.

Also another peek into Stacy's past. Let's just say she's had a hell of a Christmas when she was twelve. >:3

Stacy typed up the back-up article, focusing on things that would turn would-be explorers away. So far it was bad structural integrity and recently used needles all over the place, with a dash of rabid rats crawling in the shadows. She'd have Will read it over later, make sure it was good enough to drive people away without attracting them. He was usually pretty good at that sort of thing, having helped her with it before.

Speaking of Will, she looked down when her phone dinged, a message flashing on the screen.

"am prking now be up soon with the goods"

"Good news Scout! Will's just parked and is on his way up. And he brought pizza!" She announced, getting up and heading into the kitchen area. "I'll go get some plates set up."

There wasn't an answer, and to be honest Stacy didn't expect one. She wondered, briefly, if maybe she was moving Scout along too fast, but dismissed the thought. 'It's only two more people, and then nobody else until next week. Surely she should be okay with that?'

She put the plates on the table, then peeked over at the couch, which was now completely empty save for the two large pillows. The corner of one pillow moved slightly, and Stacy had to suppress a snort. 'Great hiding spot there, Scout. Wouldn't ever know you were there.' She turned back to the table, placing two paper plates on opposite sides of the table, and a smaller plate beside where she would sit. As she got down a couple of cups, she heard a knock on the door. Setting the cups on the counter, she rushed to the door and unlocked it.

"Will!" She greeted, taking the bottle of Mountain Dew from him. She moved away quickly so he could enter, closing and locking the door behind him.

"Hey babe." He put the pizza box on the table between the plates, then turned to look at her, doing a double take. "What the hell happened to your mouth?"

"Long story." Stacy told him. "I'll tell you all about it after you meet Scout. Wait a second while I go get her." She went over to the couch and moved one of the pillows to see Scout ducked down, glaring up at her.

"I am not coming out!" She hissed out, trying to squeeze in behind the other pillow. "You can't fucking make me!"

"Come on, you'll like Will." Stacy insisted quietly. "He's like Sammy, but, y'know, cooler."

The Puppet just shook her head, drawing back further into the little fabric cave she'd made. Stacy simply moved the pillow and picked her up, ignoring her struggling as she brought her over to her boyfriend.

"This is Scout!" She announced, holding her out to Will. Scout stayed limp in her hands, letting her head loll to the side and keeping a blank stare on her face. Stacy felt her smile fall, but was unsure of what to do. Will leaned in, examining the Puppet.

"Ew." He said. "It's a gross, old puppet." Stacy frowned and opened her mouth, but was cut off by Scout suddenly snapping upright.

"Fucking excuse you?!" She yelled. Stacy flinched at the tone. The last time she sounded that angry had been when she'd threatened to kill her.

"OH FUCK!" He drew back, arms up like she would try and jump at his face. "It's a haunted gross old puppet!"

Scout made an offended noise, and Stacy quickly pulled her back. "Don't be rude, Will! She just hasn't had a bath yet." She looked away, unsure of what else to say. 'Should I tell her off, too?'

Will glanced from Puppet to Host, an increasingly worried look on his face. "I have to talk to you. In private. Right now." He then turned and went straight to the bedroom, not even waiting for an answer.

"Okay!" She put Scout down on the table, then turned and followed Will into the bedroom. She closed the door behind her, and was immediately grabbed by the shoulders.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Will whisper-shouted. "Don't you remember what happened last time?!"

"Scout's not like... that." She told him, knocking his hands away. She crossed her arms and tried to sound firm. "She doesn't need someone to feed her or brush her or coddle her. And there isn't some haunted toy hunting us down just because she's here."

"That's not the point!" He insisted, grabbing at his hair. "You've put yourself and everyone in this building in danger by bringing it here!"

"Her, Will. I think. She hasn't actually said one way or the other." Stacy shrugged, scratching at the side of her mouth and flinching when she brushed the wounds there. "And I already told you, it's not the same! This won't be like when we were kids, Will, trust me!"

"Y'know, I would love to. But then, you did this!"

"She's not even a Waygetter!" Stacy struggled to keep her voice low. 'No need for Scout to hear this. She wouldn't understand.' "I checked. She doesn't even know the company, so she's completely safe."

"It's a haunted Puppet you found in an abandoned building!"

"Ah..." That building had not been abandoned in any sense of the word. "She's not haunted."

"Possessed, then!" Will insisted, looking desperate.

"Also a no. She's her own person, as far as I can tell." She told him. Will picked up a pillow and yelled into it. Stacy waited patiently, not even reacting to the muffled sound. "How are you so calm about this?!" He asked when he finished, pillow still smooshed to his face.

She opened her mouth, then closed it with a shrug. "I dunno. It has been a few days, though. I think I've just had time to get used to it." He growled, finally moving the pillow and clutching it to his chest. "Look, I got everything that happened all written down. If you want, you can read through it. Because it is a pretty long story."

"Fine." He ground out, dropping the pillow back on the bed. "But I'm still pissed off at you for doing this. You should know better by now."

"Yeah. I know." She gave him a kiss on the cheek. He just glared at her, though she ignored it. "Now come on, let's go eat before the pizza gets cold and the soda gets warm." She led him out of the room, only for them to pause when they opened the door.

Scout was standing on the table, one large slice of pizza hanging out of her mouth as she stared, frozen, back at them. Stacy sighed. "At least use a plate." She went over and handed the Puppet the small paper plate. She let the slice drop onto it, the tip mashed beyond belief and sauce dripping out of her mouth. Will gave the sight a disgusted look(not that Stacy could blame him). He didn't say anything about it, however, and instead went to the computer and and sat down at it. He quickly clicked over to the proper document and scrolled up to the top. "Alright Stace, let's see what happened to you..."

'I guess her teeth are pretty different...' Meanwhile, Stacy was cutting Scout's pizza up, if only to keep her from making a mess of herself. 'And she doesn't have a lot of them. It's probably good that she's watching me do this so she can know how...' "Okay, this should be good for you to eat. Please try not to make a mess of my couch. It takes forever to get it clean..."

"Yeah yeah." Scout immediately shoved two pieces into her mouth and started her open-mouthed "chewing", reminding Stacy more than a little of the Cookie Monster. To keep from laughing, she plated up another slice and poured a glass of soda for Will, who was already deep into what her and Scout had written.

"Don't strain yourself, babe." She placed the plate and cup beside him. "Mmm..." He ignored her, but did pick up the pizza and started eating it. Seeing that that was all she was going to get out of him, Stacy turned back to the table, only to see Scout had gone back to her pillow cave, taking her pizza with her. With a sigh she sat at the table, not bothering to get herself a slice.

'This is wrong. We should all be sitting here. They should like each other why don't they like each other? Did I do something wrong?' She shook her head, running her hands through her hair. 'It's fine it'll be fine. They just need time. It's not you it's not youit'snotyouit'snOTYOU' She rubbed at her eyes and suppressed a sigh. 'I need more pills.'

She stood and went over to the counter, grabbing the bottle out of the medicine cabinet. She dumped the dose in her hand and dry swallowed, immediately regretting her decision as she choked on the pills. 'That never works, idiot!' She scolded herself as she got a bottle of water and chugged from it.

'This day is a disaster. Will's mad at me. Scout's probably mad at me.' Stacy sighed, dropping back into her chair and letting her head drop onto the table. 'Fuck my life with a cactus.'

'Fuckfuckfuckfuck! Scout do you even know what you've done to us?!' A Hand Puppet with peachy skin and dark blue pigtails raced though the halls. Close behind her was something that had once been a friend, but was now just another tool of her cruel masters.

Luckily, she had been through this particular section of the warehouse enough that she had long since memorized the route. Jump to the shelf, ceiling lamp, top of the door. Drop down and crawl through and into the bucket that hid the entrance to their hiding hole. Behind her she could hear flapping wings as her pursuer flew through the doorway, thankfully too late to spot where she'd gone. Still, she waited for a moment in the entrance to be sure.

"The eldest returns with news of outside. And, perhaps, of how much longer we must hide?" The Puppet turned at the voice, finding two other Hand Puppets crawling out of the tunnel. The one that had spoken had yellow skin and orange hair, while the other had blue skin and red hair.

"Forever, Stitch! We've gotta hide forever because Scout had to be selfish!" The other one spat out. She crossed her arms and glared at the dirty floor, looking like she could kick something if she only had the legs for it.

"Would you both be quiet! Hibird's outside! If he finds us, we're all dead!" The Puppet that had just entered hissed at the other two. She grabbed their arms and started pulling them deeper into the hole. "Come on! I actually do have news, and Bonzai should hear it too."

Together the three Puppets Jumped their way through the tiny tunnel, going a secret way known only to the five of them. Eventually, they came to a small, boarded up room that any human would find claustrophobic. What was once an old storage closet now served as a hidden base for the latest of Daisy's "children". As far as they could tell, no other Puppets knew of the place, and the entrance was too small for them to get into either way. Inside was one other Hand Puppet, one with orange skin and green hair.

"Girls!" He exclaimed, dropping down from the shelf he was on. "I thought you were all dead! I was just preparing my awesome plan to go avenge you!" He threw a few fake punches, which the first Puppet glared at, catching his cloth fists.

"Bonzai, you would do no such thing!" She insisted. "If something happens to us, you're supposed to stay in here until Daisy makes more!" "Calm down, Canon. I could totally take them if I wanted to." He huffed, pulling away.

"No, you can't! That's why we're in here!" Canon told him. "We have to stay hidden until Mortimer calls for us, you know that!"

"Do not fight, siblings dear. Hibird or another could be close and hear." Stitch told them. "Canon has news of what has happened. Tell us, has our youngest sister met her end?"

There was a pause as the blue haired Puppet looked around. "No. As far as I could find out, Scout's still alive." There was a collective sigh of relief from the other three, though it didn't last long as Canon continued. "But, she managed to get herself and her defective Host outside somehow. Riley's furious, madder than I've ever seen her. Even Rosco's hiding from her."

"The mutt? He never hides from anything." The red-headed Puppet said. "Much less the mad 'doctor'."

"Well, he is this time, Bit. But that's not the worst of it." She took a deep breath, preparing herself to say the next thing. "Mortimer's completely calm about this." "Mr. Handee himself has had no reaction? Would this not be an event to spur even him to action?" Stitch asked, concerned.

"You'd think, but no. Riley's madder than he is. He just sort of said... 'Yeah okay.' and left it at that." Canon suppressed a shudder. "I'm worried that he planned this somehow. And what his plans could mean for Scout. And the rest of us."

"I'm just mad that she found a way outside and didn't tell us." Bonzai said. "She knows I want to see the ocean and climb some rocks."

"Yeah! How could she leave us here like that?!" Bit asked angrily. "She knows we all want to see what's really out there!"

"Quiet, the both of you! We've no idea of what Scout really tried to do. If it was truly Mortimer's plan, she would have had no choice in when she ran." Stitch scolded, shoving herself between them. The other two looked away, in shame, though Bit kept her glare.

"And we still don't even know if it is a plan." Canon said. "For all we know, she got lucky, found a hole in the wall, and crawled out." She paused, checking to make sure the others were paying attention. "The best we can hope for at this point is that she doesn't come back, and that we can stay hidden until we find out what's really going on here."

"What?!" Her siblings looked shocked.

"Why should we hope for that?!" Bit questioned. "I want her to come home, and tell us about everything she saw out there!"

"Because if she does come back, Riley <i>will</i> to tear her apart to find out why she can't control her Hosts." Canon told them, struggling to keep her cool. "She'll destroy her so much, there'll be nothing left, and then do the same to the rest of us. She was on her last one anyways, and she failed harder than anyone else ever has. She not only couldn't control her Host, she managed to Wake it up."

A shocked silence was all the reply she got from that, her younger siblings just staring at her.

"Isn't that supposed to be impossible?" Bonzai asked finally, uncharacteristically quiet. "The spell Mortimer does... it's meant to be permanent."

"I don't know." Canon admitted. "Something might have gone wrong with the spell, or something went wrong with Scout. It doesn't matter, Riley intends to find out either way." Her gaze hardened. "Which is why all of us have to stay hidden. Find Daisy and cry, if we have to. Because without Scout, we're the next best thing Riley has to a way to figure out the answer."

She watched her younger siblings exchange fearful looks, even Bonzai looking afraid. 'Good.' She thought to herself. 'Whatever keeps them safe. Even if we have to go find Daisy again, I won't let anyone else get hurt because of this.

I can't.'

#hello puppets #outside #fanfiction #scout #stacy stein #will carson #canon #bit #bonzai #stitch

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maladaptive-ninja-returns · 5 years

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J.B.B. (11)

Bucky x Reader

Content: Fluff, light smut

Warnings: light smut.

Word Count: cramps are bad. They suck. I could’ve done this on time but NO!

MASTERLIST

^J.B.B., ^Part 2, ^Part 3, ^Part 4, ^Part 5, ^Part 6, *Part 7, !Part 8, ^Part 9, ^Part 10, !Part 11, ^Part 12, Part 13

"So, is he your boyfriend?"

The question had been a repetitive invite to embarrassment ever since you arrived in Wakanda, which was a day ago.

"Uhh..." Your broken voice along with the betraying reflex of you fingers tucking your hair behind your ear gave you away every time.

"Relax! I'm just messing with you. You're Kalisha's friend and we're good with just that."

You looked at Shuri, who's enthusiasm ignited her lab with such positive vigour and light, that you couldn't help but mirror her smile.

"Thank you for accommodating me here, in your country. Kalisha told me about the ground rules and keeping the identity of Wakanda a secret and I promise I wo-"

"Promises? In this economy?" Shuri interrupted you, catching a look of surprise on your features before forcing a giggle out of the two of you. "Take it easy, my girl. You're really helping us by staying. Here," she pushed forward a tablet that had a questionnaire opened up, "fill them up so that we can find the best area for your skills."

You scrolled through the questions, impressed at their variance based not only on your past work experiences but also on life situations, work conditions, mental health issues and the overall environment.

Wakandans are way ahead of the rest of the world in more than just one way.

You filled up the entire thing within an hour, surprised at the fact that unlike the anxious times of making your resume over and over, this went quite smoothly, not making your brain overwork for no reason.

"Done." You placed the tab and turned it towards Shuri, who had been busy with a prototype of Bucky's vibranium arm. The black and thin back-lit purple striped metal rested over a support nerve rod connected to the systems sending her the readings from all the parts.

According to Shuri, her team of scientists had been able to map Bucky's targeted memory that brought forward the winter soldier persona whenever he heard the trigger words and they had been successful in wiping off the first partial imprints even as he was being kept in cryo-sleep and would be done with the rest in two more weeks.

Submitting your resume over to what you believed was the HR, she showed you around the lab.

"Would you like to see him?"

She caught you off guard despite your knowledge that he was here somewhere. Your right hand went over to your other arm, pressing down hard over the muscles while your mind focused on steadying your breathing.

"Am I allowed to?"

All Shuri did was give you a sly grin as she tilted her head in the direction she started moving. Behind a section cut off from the rest of the lab, stood a glass capsule resting at an angle, covered with what appeared to be a blanket adorning Swaziland art.

"Did you...?" You tried to suppress your laugh as best as you could at the irony that stood in front of you.

"I had to hide him. Long story. But I am ninety-seven per cent sure he would have been ignored anyway."

You tilted your head in acknowledgement, not bothering to ask the reason behind the setting as she removed the blanket from the glass.

It was the raven hair that first came in sight through the frost covering the glass. Then his eyelids and lips. The stillness surrounding the man you'd experienced a thousand emotions with, in seventy-two hours, scraped at your skin, raising all the tiny hairs over your body. Kline's sordid words echoed through your skull as you looked at the dead expression of Bucky sleeping upon the time surrounding him. Just when the waterworks started coming for the brim, you looked away, making Shuri cover him back before resting her hand on your shoulder. "He'll be fine. I promise."

"Promise? In this economy?" You threw a suspicious glance at her, laughing as she nudged your shoulder.

"But, you have my word. If I don't fix him up, I promise you T'Challa will give up on pursuing Nakia," she responded with dead seriousness.

Just at that moment, somewhere in the capital, T'Challa nearly sneezed the life out of himself, wondering what his sister was up to this time.

It was a surprise when Nakia informed you how impressive your resume had been as you had only taken up menial jobs after college and never really cared much about earning more than what kept you content. Turns out it was your voluntary activities with unprivileged kids and knowledge of certain languages and geography of the places you'd visited that attracted the woman. She wanted you to help the younger lot with the languages and geographies you were fluent with along with interning at Shuri's lab to further your experience in the advanced technology, given your Computers and Biology majors in college. You were sceptical of the choices she gave you to try out before moving to other options but all it took was one trial in a classroom full of curious faces- both eager to know and patient enough to listen to you- and a day at the lab- where the scientists and lab techs had been really patient in helping you adjust with their technology, something you knew had Shuri written all over it- for you to settle for them by the end of the day.

You had also nearly surprised Okoye with your tears of happiness when she confirmed that there was a place on the outskirts, away from all the chipper bustle of the capital, where you could settle down, but it was within a community of farmers and herders who had decent lodgings and the open skies with vast scenery in the name of luxury.

"Good thing that I come from a line of goat herders and wheat harvesters."

A week passed with the length of a year. Your eyes would wake up to the calls of early birds and the rising sun, breathing in the dew of early morning grass under your bare feet, tingling you all over, forcing you to get ready for your day. The first four hours would go by in the flash of an eye as you would fill up the young minds with places they had not visited and the things they had not seen. The next two would go by learning something new every day at the lab before Shuri would force you to learn some hand to hand combat from the Dora Milage along with her 'just in case'. You knew it had to do with the recent insurgency that happened in the country but you were more than willing to learn if it meant keeping her company while learning to defend yourself, though living here you felt you didn’t it much. But Okoye, who knew the reasons for your hidden scars, never neglected your learning and made sure you were ready to take down at least one warrior by the end of the week.

Your nights would pass on your hard bed under the blanket of stars too beautiful to get used to as you tried to look back at the blur that was your life before this but couldn't find anything to hold on to- except, maybe, Gina and Michael. You would fall asleep under the glow, to the sound of curious but harmless nocturnal animals as you would feel yourself drifting into a world with nothing but pleasant silence.

Today was your day off. No classes, no internship; not even training. You had busied yourself in tidying up your decent house and helped your neighbours in preparing lunch for the people busy in the field harvesting the season's first crop, who in turn surprised you by braiding your hair- which had recently grown long because you hadn't paid much attention to it for the last two months- while the kids had gathered blue and purple wildflowers and decorated the loose bun with them, making you gleam with newfound joy.

Thabo, the youngest of the kids, wanted to learn about the animals you'd talked about in class yesterday and you were happy to reciprocate their artwork in your hair with some knowledge about the Arctic Fox and the White Wolf from your books.

It had been one instant that seemed to have extended into a sweet elastic stretch of caramelised frames. You'd been talking about the latter when Thabo pointed out to someone standing behind you, making you turn towards a stranger coming in your direction, standing still himself as his distant blue eyes met yours. The book fell from your lap- rescued by Thabo's brother- as you stood up and turned towards the pale figure of Bucky clad in the familiar old shirt and trousers.

"Bucky?" You called out in a whisper as your heart tried to take in his presence but your eyes already gave up.

You saw the bag in his hand drop, his eyes taking in your existence as you walked towards him.

You could feel his breathing fracture lightly when he called out your name- making your whole being glow like the stars you slept under at night- before taking you in his warm embrace.

It was back. His familiar warmth, radiating more than it ever did before. His scent. Bucky's delicious scent still drowning you in his sweet wondrous latency. His warm flesh and cold metal stirring the oceans under your skin on your back as his grip ensured you he was never letting you go again. Ever.

You forgot every other company around you. The children, who were low-key hooting at the intimate sight between their teacher and this foreign man- and adults- dragging them away by their ear to give you the much-needed privacy- disappeared.

Drawing yourself away from his decelerating breathing, you gulped in every shade of his skin and every corner of his ocean eyes, smiling while you moved his hair away from his face.

"Hey," you smiled at him, trying to find words in your breathless state.

"Hey," he came back with a wide smile, placing his hands around your face, grazing your jaw and cheeks with his thumb as his own turned red.

"You are more beautiful than I remember," his breathless voice spoke, making you giggle through your tears.

"Not as breathtakingly beautiful as you," you responded, taking the back of his neck in your wanting grasp, your limbs pulsating at his touch. He brought his forehead down to touch yours, allowing your breaths to mingle.

You stood there, just like that, never wanting to move. Your fingers laced into his hair as your other hand came down his jaw, your index resting at the corner of his red lips.

"I thought I'd never see you again," you finally broke, your voice barely reaching over a whisper. "I had no idea wha-"

"I know," his hold around your face bringing you closer to his, the tears in his eyes breaking as he closed that with a whimper, "I know. I'm sorry. I couldn't drag you into the mess. I didn't trust anyone. I didn't trust myself. I'm sorry, Y/N."

You shook your head as your fingers came over his lips. "Shhh. It's not your fault, Bucky. Stop."

Bucky's tears made your body shiver, wanting to hold him close and tell him he was never the problem. "But your home, Y/N. It's because of me that you w-"

"No," your adamant eyes looked at him, making him still, "it is no home of mine if my judgement and decisions cannot be respected under the roof; if I cannot care for the person I want to."

A silent breeze passed through you, bringing the smell of the intoxicating wildflowers with it. "My home is where I can have peace, Bucky." You could tell he was holding his breath. Trying to stop the last of his restraints.

"And amongst all the turmoil in life, I found it with you."

The night took its first stretch outside; the brilliant stars already visible all over the sky. Inside your home, lips met to ignite a solemn fire. Hands rediscovered the skin over the shoulders, on the chest, over the back, burning every surface it passed over, arching into the compulsory touch. Limbs crossed over one another, aching at the pulsating desire between them while heavy breaths tingled the neediness in the throats. The tongues tasted the thirst over each other in an intricate dance as the arms drew each other's naked bodies closer. The marks and bites burned and the wet kisses soothed them. Bucky turned you over your stomach to find your back, leaving no scar unkissed, no mark untouched, replacing all the ache with the frames of his lingering collision inside your mind. His legs parted yours while his hand found your waist. Your hands grabbed the sheet under you as you felt him filling you up, forcing you to arch back to have him plant soft kisses right on your shoulders as his flesh hand cleared your hair away for him to find all your sensitive areas on the neck, while his metal supported his weight above you. The slow rhythm found a pace of its own, as your animalistic desires surfaced. The high built up with the pace so did the fervent kisses and gasps. You could feel your walls clench around him and his hand travelled down your waist to find your aching nerves, bringing the arousing high to its much-needed release. Your body trembled through your first of many pleasures as he found his own release.

"This must be heaven."

You looked up at Bucky with bliss, who was watching the stars, his flesh arm supporting your head. Both of you lay under the dazzling sky over the bed in the open air, limbs entangled under the sheets, taking in this calm night. "It is, isn't it?"

He lifted his head to look at you, smiling at the dazzle in your eyes.

"It is," he announced, never leaving your gaze as he kissed you. His thumb grazing the skin over your arm, taking in as much of your skin into his memory at a time.

"She didn't tell me."

"Hmm?"

"Shuri didn't tell me you were coming home today."

Bucky's smile disappeared for a second before a cackle burst out of his lungs. "So that's what they meant!"

He told how Shuri never told him about you either and had been pushing him to take the prototype with him 'for research purposes'.

You could feel the embarrassment surging through your body as you shifted under the covers to hide your face in his chest, making him chuckle.

You played with the rebellious threads of his red clothing that Okoye had provided him with when he came over as a thought played inside your mind. Finally, you gave in.

"Do you want to keep it?"

It was Bucky's turn to shift. "No."

"It must remind you of the things in your past, right?"

Bucky nodded. "Yes. Yes, it does."

"Then don't keep it." You half got up to face him. He looked at you with a blank expression for a second.

"You want to start new. If you feel this is the first step, then do it. No one's going to force you. No one can. It's a free country."

You rested your chin over his chest, feeling his fingers make circles and hearts over your back making you smile as Bucky had no idea currently what he was doing.

"What's stopping you?"

He sighed, never stopping the hearts.

"I'm whole even without this, right?"

You looked at him with your concerned eyes. "Bucky, you are definitely whole without this piece of metal."

You got up and shifted your legs over his waist while directing your upper body to his conjunction. "Here," you said as you found the control and swiped a few digits before Bucky heard a snap and the arm safely detached himself from Bucky's shoulder. You got up and tucked it away in Bucky's bag before coming back to his warmth.

"You are more than that metal, James Buchanan Barnes," you announced in his ear before kissing his lips.

His smile came back and he held your face in his flesh warmth as he came back for a lingering kiss.

"What did I do to have you here beside me?"

"Oh, you didn't do much," you pointed out, "It was Steve and his rebellious bunch who did all the work."

Bucky groaned, making you laugh. "He's at it again, isn't he?"

"Yeah, he told me all the stories, mister. And he approves of me if you wanted to know. I mean, as you can see, thanks to him, I'm here."

Bucky's ocean orbs reflected the stars in them as he got lost in yours. A pleasant pain filled him up as he kissed your forehead and pressed you closer to himself.

"Yes. You're here."

And with that one satisfied thought, both of you found the once disappeared sleep again in each other's arms under the best blanket the universe had put on display.

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sacredandwilduniverse · 5 years

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All the weird asks

Oof, okay. Seeing as probably no one else would send this to me, I’ll do it. But next time, I would rather do just certain numbers off the list.

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

Teacups

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

Lollipops

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

Bubblegum

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

Loud but really interested in my education

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

Glass cups

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

Goth

7. earbuds or headphones?

Earbuds

8. movies or tv shows?

Tv Shows

9. favorite smell in the summer?

Early morning when there’s that morning dew on the ground

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

Badminton

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

Nothing

12. name of your favorite playlist?

The Siren (it’s my OC’s playlist)

13. lanyard or key ring?

Key ring

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

Swedish Fish

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

Fear Street: Bad Moonlight

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

Sitting on a recliner with my legs up

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

Gym Shoes

18. ideal weather?

Thunder and lightning with heavy rain

19. sleeping position?

On my side with a body pillow

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

Laptop

21. obsession from childhood?

Doctor Who

22. role model?

My grandpa

23. strange habits?

It’s a tick I picked up from my grandpa, but sometimes when I have too much energy or excitement I end up just shaking to expel the energy for a few seconds.

24. favorite crystal?

Bloodstones

25. first song you remember hearing?

Barbara Ann by The Beach Boys (apparently I would try and sing along and just sing ba ba ba ba ba ba)

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

Take a walk or swim

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

sleep

28. five songs to describe you?

Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down / The Bullet by Birdeatsbaby / Through The Other Side by Riverside / Branded by Natewantstobattle / Dearly Beloved from Kingdom Hearts II

29. best way to bond with you?

Really it’s just if you feel comfortable with me gushing at you and being willing to listen to me at all because I feel like no one wants to hear me

30. places that you find sacred?

My bedroom away from everyone

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

If I had the body for it, black leather leggings, black leather high heeled boots, and a black corset to match.

32. top five favorite vines?

Aaron Doh, King Bach, Brandon Calvillo, David Lopez, and Patrick Willaim Charlton

33. most used phrase in your phone?

yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssss

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

ummmm.... none that I can think of off hand?

35. average time you fall asleep?

2 A.M.

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

I know it’s not the first meme I saw but the free real estate is the first to come to mind

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

Suitcase

38. lemonade or tea?

Tea

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

Lemon Cake

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

I guess it was the senior prank my freshmen year. We were stuck in our first period because these seniors greased most of the stairwells and set chickens loose in the school.

41. last person you texted?

My sister

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

Jacket Pockets

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

Leather Jacket

44. favorite scent for soap?

Lemon? I guess?

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

Sci-fi, but Fantasy is a close second

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

Nothing

47. favorite type of cheese?

Romano

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

A pineapple, because even though I have defenses all around me, I’m sweet on the inside.

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

I don’t have one.

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

I was in a call with some friends and we were talking about our rp characters as cats. I found this picture for The Siren and I couldn’t stop laughing at it.

51. current stresses?

Too many to mention here.

52. favorite font?

No clue

53. what is the current state of your hands?

They’re dry and healing cuts because there’s not enough moisture in the air.

54. what did you learn from your first job?

Customers never know what they want.

55. favorite fairy tale?

Little Mermaid

56. favorite tradition?

It was when I was a kid, Santa would leave a note for my sister and me that mentioned all the good things we did during the year.

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

I’m better talking to people, I’m better at being onstage, and I guess dealing with my depression better?

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

I can do a British accent, I know how to use photoshop, I can make a grilled cheese without burning it, and I’m learning how to do video editing.

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

“I might not be as strong as the others, but I believe in you.”

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

The quiet one with a troubled past.

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

WEAR A WATCH! Time is precious thread in the fabric of the universe, it deserves it’s own tool of measurement!

62. seven characters you relate to?

Ariel from The Little Mermaid, Donna Noble from Doctor Who, June from Alleluia! The Devil’s Carnival, Crona from Soul Eater, Paula from Black Butler, Camille Preaker from Sharp Objects, and Renfield from Dracula

63. five songs that would play in your club?

Show Me Your Hands / Not A Common Man / Cards / You’ll Be Back / The Reynolds Pamphlet (I’m lame so it’s just musical songs)

64. favorite website from your childhood?

Neopets

65. any permanent scars?

I have one in the center of my head for when I picked at one of my chicken pox when I was younger and I have two around my stomach when I had a gallbladder removed

66. favorite flower(s)?

Honestly I’m not sure.

67. good luck charms?

Nope!

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

Cherry Sparkling Water, because it lied to me. I thought it’d be sweet but nope, just tasted like lies.

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

I can’t think of any right now.

70. left or right handed?

Left handed

71. least favorite pattern?

Stripes

72. worst subject?

Science

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

I like Munchos and Vanilla Ice Cream

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

Well I feel my pain level is pretty low but probably a 5?

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

In Kindergarten

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

Probably Potato Pancakes

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

I don’t know, flowers?

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

Coffee, because I hate sushi

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

School ID

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

Jewel Tones

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

Fireflies

82. pc or console?

83. writing or drawing?

Writing

84. podcasts or talk radio?

Podcasts

84. barbie or polly pocket?

Barbie

85. fairy tales or mythology?

Mythology

86. cookies or cupcakes?

87. your greatest fear?

Being a failure

88. your greatest wish?

To make my family proud

89. who would you put before everyone else?

My sister

90. luckiest mistake?

Falling on my ass in front of someone that worked at this film company I’m a huge fan of. Since I fell the guy who owned the company came out to see what happened so that was kind of cool?

91. boxes or bags?

Bags

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

Fairy Lights

93. nicknames?

My sister calls me Bread in her phone so there’s that

94. favorite season?

Fall

95. favorite app on your phone?

Spotify

96. desktop background?

The background the computer came with

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

98. favorite historical era?

Victorian Era

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moczothe1st · 6 years

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Let’s Play Fire Emblem: Genealogy of the Holy War - Part 3 : Isn’t it Ayronic?

Part 2

Welcome back to Let’s Play Fire Emblem IV: The Name is Very Long. When we left off, we were in Evans Castle, preparing to fight back a terribly dangerous and exciting attack on our way of life! So you know what that means… time to learn about new gameplay mechanics whoo!

Welcome to the castle screen, wherein you start every chapter except the first one. In here we can have characters visit the local town, wait to heal up, assign them to guard the castle, and obviously decide who will be in the army you sortie for each map. There’s no character limit, so you can send everyone; and unless they end up totally shitty and useless (ALEC AND NOISH) you might as well, honestly.

Let’s start off by visiting the village.

As you can see, there are six options when in the castle town, and you’ll be needing about four of them.

Blacksmith: Repairs your weapons and staves for money. The better the weapon, the more it costs, but characters with good weapons have the easiest time making money because…

Arena: Fight in gladiator matches to earn experience points and money. Only characters that can fight, obviously; those who don’t have an offensive weapon to bring in need not apply. There are seven fights to go through in each chapter, each harder than the one before it, and honestly there are some characters who simply cannot make it through them all, period (ALEC AND NOISH). But you should always try to get everyone as far as they can for the extra EXP and the sweet, sweet money.

Also, it can be save scummed. See, Genealogy is super huge, so it lets you save the game at the start of every turn, as long as none of your characters have spent their turn. Using the arena does not count as using a turn. So there’s nothing stopping you from saving and reloading after victories until you get favorable RNG in terms of winning battles and gaining levels. But that would be morally wrong. Bwhahahaha.

Pawnbroker: Buys and sells weapons/items. Because characters cannot trade weapons to each other, because this game was designed by the Devil, the only way to move an item from one character to another is to have them sell it to the Pawnbroker and then buy it back with a different person.

Augury: Look up what units are approaching a Romance with each other, and how many kills a unit has. Interesting, but not super useful since your control over Romances are fairly limited (if two characters are showing up as ready to romance here, then you have to be very lucky to stop it), and knowing how many kills they’ve gotten is neat but doesn’t actually help anything.

Supply: Store items you don’t have room for. Really aren’t enough items in the game to bother with this, because if a character doesn’t have room to hold something, they should probably sell it to someone who can put it to use.

Armory: Sells a limited supply of new weapons for better prices than the pawn shop, but you can’t sell your own things to them and their supply is limited. Restocks occasionally throughout the campaign, so check it every chapter. To start:

Nothing great, but I have Finn buy the Javelin to give him a distance option, upgrade Lex to a Steel Axe (but do not sell his Iron Axe! It’s important later, seriously!) and have Arden buy the Slim Sword to help his accuracy a little. I also go to the Pawnshop, and sell Sigurd’s Steel Sword to let Alec buy it. Now it’s time to cheese the shit out of properly and politely face the Arena. It’s super tedious to both do and watch, so I’ll do the basics first and then proceed to do it off-screen with everyone.

Step 1: Enter the arena and pick a weapon to use.

Step 2: Be told who your enemy will be, so if they’re not a good match for the weapon you picked you might as well just quit, go back, and pick a different one if you can.

Step 3: Kick ass. All battles in the arena are to the finish; units will just keep attacking like in normal battles until one is defeated. Don’t worry if you lose; you don’t die, it will just leave your unit back in the castle with 1HP. Conversely, if they win, they’re healed to full.

Step 4: Get money! Each tier gives you a 500 more than the tier before it, so winning all of them is a pretty hefty payday.

Now, let’s do this. See you in sixty years.

Sigurd: 7 wins, gained two levels. +2 HP, +1 Skill, +1 Strength, +1 Speed, +1 Luck

Quan: 7 Wins, gained three levels. +2 HP, +1 Skill, +1 Strength, + 1 Luck, +2 Defense

Arden: 5 wins, gained one level. +1 HP +1 Speed

Noish: 3 wins, gained one level. +1 Speed +1 Defense

Lex: Five wins, gained three levels. +2 HP, +2 Luck, +3 Defense

Azel: 3 wins, gained one level. +1 HP, +1 Skill, +1 Speed, +1 Magic, +1 Luck

Ethlyn: 3 wins, gained one level. +1 Skill, +1 Strength, +1 Luck, +1 Defense

Alec: 3 wins, gained one level. +1 HP, +1 Resistance

Finn: 4 Wins, gained one level. +1 HP, +1 Skill, +1 Speed

Midir: 5 wins, gained two crappy levels. +2 HP, +1 Skill

Not… great. I was hoping more people would be able to win, but tier four is a super fast sword guy that tripped a lot of people up, and tier six is a stupid fast wind mage that tended to crush the people who made it past him. Only Sigurd and Quan were badass enough to finish the whole thing. I’ll try again with some of them near the end of the chapter, after they’ve gained some levels in the field.

That done, let’s head right on out, and meet the Verdane invasion. I assume they’re still coming, even though we spent ten million years in the arena.

So here we go. Three enemy castles, one neutral castle at Nordion, and our home base in Evans. There are also three villages; one directly south of Evans, one to the south-central portion of the map near the second enemy castle, Marpha, and one directly to the west of that. All of them just give out money and lore info, so if you miss one it isn’t a huge loss, but we’ll try to get them all anyway. And of course, before we do anything else, checking the menu screen…

Shows Quan and Finn have a conversation to have. We send them out of the castle to chat.

Quan: Thank you, Finn.

Finn: Even so, I am but a page… It honors me to have your confidence, but I doubt I’ll be much use to you.

Quan: Is that so? In that case, what better time than now for a spot of hands-on training? Draw, Finn!

Finn: Yes, sir!

This conversation gives Finn a permanent +1 to Strength, Skill, and Defense, and now you start to see why he is better than Alec and Noish. This is not the last time Quan or Ethlyn just randomly gives him an awesome present; apparently the Lenster Royal Family are great bosses. We deploy the rest of the army, move them as far toward Genoa as they can travel, and end our turn. No enemies are close enough to reach us or to reach any of the villages, so the enemy phase goes by quickly, and…

(Oh, hey, story is happening. You might remember Prince Jamke from the chapter start cutscene. He is handsome, young, and not smirking like a jackass, so you probably guessed he was the good prince. Well, you weren’t wrong.)

Jamke: You need to get as far away as you can before Gandolf finds out!

Aideen: Pardon me, Prince Jamke, but are you not joining us?

Jamke: No. I won’t stand for my brothers’ vile ways, but I won’t just betray my father, either. I’m going back to the capital. I’m going to try, one more time, to convince my father.

Aideen: You’re right… we must do all we can to end this war as soon as possible. Prince Jamke, I would sooner not burden you alone, but you are our only hope to persuade King Batur to end this.

(Oh good, the obnoxious child character is joining the cast. I really love how everything needs to have one of those.)

(Jamke, you’re okay in my book.)

Jamke: If Aideen hadn’t insisted on letting you go too, you’d still be sitting in chains. Now, what did you promise to do?

Dew: I know, I know. I promised Aideen too. I’m washin’ my hands of thievin’ from now on. Can I go now?

Jamke: I’ll take your word for it. Now, go already!

(Jamke heads back to Verdane Castle, and we zoom in to Marpha to see Bandana Rapist learning his life has gone wrong.)

Gandolf: Gah! Damn my rat of a brother! Boys! We’re taking the wench and the brat back! If they put up a fight, kill ‘em if you have to!

Well, on the down side, we got an entire second army heading our way now. That’s not ideal. But hey, two new characters! Let’s check ‘em out.

First, Aideen, the team’s first Priest. Her class can’t fight at all until they promote, and she has no abilities at all, so she’s not gonna be super good for dealing with this army that’s right next to her. But hey, she’ll be wonderful when we get her home, because she’s a much better healer than Ethlyn. Her magic is higher, and her Mend staff is better than Ethlyn’s Heal staff on top of that; I might have them trade out later, but for now they can stick where they are. In addition, her speed, luck, and resistance are all solid, so she can do a very good job of tanking against mage units when we run into some. She does have Minor Ullur Blood, but can’t get the greatest benefit from it because the weapon it empowers is Bows, which can’t use. It does improve her HP Growths by +20% and her Luck growths by +30%. She can also have a conversation with Ethlyn that will get her a gift. They did grow up next door to each other, after all.

And… then there’s Dew. He’s… I just hate him so much. As you can see, he is a melee unit despite having Strength and Defense that are total garbage. His Speed and Luck are excellent, so he’ll dodge well, and he’s level 1 so he’ll grow quickly, but at this point in the game he will break like cheap glass under any attack at all.

That said, he’s not worthless, and in fact is very useful if leveled up. He comes with three abilities that are all quite excellent: Steal, which lets him take the gold from any enemy he lands a hit on; Sol, which has a chance of causing any damage he causes to heal him; and Bargain, which cuts the prices in half for him when shopping at stores. Plus, as a Thief, he is the only class that can give his gold to any other unit, where most units can only give gold to their own Lover. So you see, his primary role in the army for the foreseeable future will be to rob the shit out of axe dudes who can’t hit him, and then give that money to people who are useful. Then, with luck, he will gain a few levels while doing this and his reasonably good growths will give him the stats to actually contribute to the army.

TL;DR, I hate Dew but I’mma use him anyway because he’s actually not a bad unit, despite having a very slow start. I just hate him anyway because I’m a miserable child-hating bastard.

I have Aideen run away, and have Dew camp out on the village nearby. He basically can’t be hit by the axe units of Verdane as long as he’s standing on a defensive terrain of some sort, and while he won’t kill anything, he can at least chip away and steal some gold.

Back to the main army, we move south to start the attack on Kinbaith’s army. He himself isn’t anything special, and his army is mostly crap despite his two Leadership Stars buffing them, but he’s a pain in the ass for one specific reason:

Note that little bag icon next to his Hand Axe? That symbolizes an item which will drop when the enemy is killed, ending up in the inventory of whoever kills them. Now since units cannot trade items because of the dark influence of Satan Who Is the Devil, this means you preferably want any unit with a drop item to be killed by someone who can put it to good use right away. This is annoying from the very get go and never stops being annoying. This is actually one of the less terrible ones; the only person who can use the Hand Axe at all is Lex, so we want Lex to kill Kinbaith if at all possible. At least Lex can fight, so that ain’t too bad. Time to rock!

First, the unit going for the nearby village gets to meet Sigurd.

I don’t think he enjoyed the meeting. It’s okay, neither did I, that level was pretty crap. Everyone else has been put onto a forest to let Kinbaith’s idiot squad crash against us like waves upon the sand. Let’s watch.

I would like to thank my kids for their expert dodging. Don’t know how Noish pulled it off, since he has been playing the game like he has a magnet in his face, but hey. Only one person took a hit, and two kills. And Dew is so guaranteed to dodge the enemy didn’t even take a swing at him. Wimps. I start off my turn by having Aideen run away, and letting him take a shot of his own.

God, look at that shit damage. Everything about you is bad, Dew. Thanks for the money, though. Other characters take their shots at the units Noish weakened in his bout of random matrix dodging. Azel, Quan, Noish, and Sigurd all get kills of weakened enemies, but only one person gains a level on this turn…

And he’s starting to scare me. Just… who is this guy. I’ve never had Finn turn out this good, never. He’s going from ‘pretty okay’ to ‘endgame tier’ with surprising speed. I’m not complaining, exactly, but I’m starting to worry if he’s sucking the power out of everyone else to fuel his demonic rise.

Um… end turn, I guess. We broke the back of Kinbaith’s army and the rest are set to charge a giant wall of metal once again. That should be funny.

… Unless Alec ruins this for me. Don’t ruin this for me, Alec.

… Why would he go after Midir? The one person who could counter him?

Guys. There’s a whole other army of people who can’t fight back against you.

I shouldn’t be having to give you tactical advice!

… You know, I mean, I shouldn’t complain, this was pretty great for me. But it’s almost frustrating to see it happening.

The enemy phase ends when the little army near Dew takes on swing at him; the commander has a small shot to connect, and tries. It doesn’t work.

This may take awhile. I have him attack and rob another random axe dude, and then go back up to the main army and rock shit out. Arden! Kill!

I’m almost relieved that wasn’t amazing. It feels more normal. FINN! KILL!

BEHOLD MY POWER! NOISH! FAIL ME!

We’ve grown so amazing that even Noish can’t fail us anymore! Bwhahahahahaahahha… BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! SIGURD, TEACH KINBAITH TO FEAR ME!

LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEXXXXXX!

HAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *cough cough* I’m… sorry. I mean. I’m not used to things lining up so beautifully on this run, so I went a little mad with power. That was just… that was goddamn textbook. And Lex even gained a perfect level to cap it off and… what’s happening. Is this joy? I’m feeling joy. *sigh* It’s nice. It won’t last, but it’s nice.

Two enemies left. Azel walks up and eats the archer….

*sniff* I may cry. One guy left and three people to four people to hit him with. Just to be safe, I run Ethlyn in to heal Alec, then feed the last kill to him and Midir.

Midir takes a hit, just to make me unhappy after his perfect performance, but he gets the kill. I’ll allow it. End. Turn.

… Yeah, before we do anything with Ayra, we need to get people down there to help Dew. He has a 6% chance to die and I don’t trust those odds. Ethlyn heals up Midir, and then takes the nearby village.

(Well, I have good news for you, then.)

Woman who wasn’t paying attention: Barely a month goes by without him settin’ his army on us. It’s terrifyin’! King Batur, his father, used to do such a fine job of keeping him check. I can hardly imagine what’s goin’ on… anyway, glad you stopped by!

Great conversationalist, that one. Run, run, run to the southwest, my minions! Go and save the annoying child character!

Who is, to be fair, not doing super bad. Would have liked some strength there, but I can live with more speed. Lower that 6% chance to die until I can get some friends your way.

Back with the main army, Aideen has finally reached the team. I have her and Midir chat setting them up to one day have beautiful romance.

Midir: I’m so sorry I failed to protect you. Please, forgive me…

Aideen: The important part is that you’re safe as well, Midir. Please, don’t worry about it. You gave your all to protect me, and I couldn’t thank you enough for that, even if you didn’t succeed. For now, I’d like you to remain with Sigurd. He could use your strength.

(Ordinarily I would challenge that assumption, but in this case she’s actually not wrong. Midir has been rocking out this run.)

Midir: Certainly, Milady. He’s done so much for me, for you, and for all of Jungby. I’ll do all I can to return his kindness.

That done, we have Aideen heal his ouchies and move the army down another run toward Dew. We’re coming, little dude! Slowly are we coming!

Right after we have more conversations!

Aideen: Please accept my apologies. I’ve put the people of Chalphy through nothing but danger…

Sigurd: Don’t worry about it. Everyone will be glad to know you’re safe. You’ve nothing to worry about anymore. The road back to Jungby is secure for you, when you’re ready.

Aideen: No, I wish to remain here. Injuries are inevitable in war. As a humble servant of the gods, it is my duty to stay here and aid the wounded.

Sigurd: Say… Aideen, as I recall, you declined to pursue a knighthood and instead joined the clergy. Am I right? I shouldn’t be surprised, knowing how easily people warm to you, and you them. I’d do well to learn from your example!

Aideen: Thank you, Lord Sigurd, but that isn’t entirely true. Initially, I sought priesthood in a bid to help me find my sister. Even now, I still believe this is the answer I seek.

Sigurd: You mean Bridget… I’d heard she went missing as a child. So all this time, Aideen, you’ve been praying for her sake, haven’t you?

Aideen: Yes. I know we’ll meet someday. No matter what happens, I must give her this: her sacred birthright, the bow Yewfelle!

… … … I am suddenly very much looking forward to meeting Bridget, oh yes. The army moves southwest again, Quan and Alec stopping in range of Verdane’s second army, and Ethlyn stopping next to Aideen. One more conversation to have…

Aideen: It’s difficult to convey my thanks, but please, take this staff. I think you’ll have more use for it than me.

Ethlyn: Is this… a Return staff?! Oh, thank you, Aideen! I’ll put it to good use to help us all.

Yes, thank you, Aideen! The Return staff let’s Ethlyn warp a unit back to our home base from anywhere on the map, which is very helpful if unexpected enemies appear or you just want to get a new unit home to run the Arena. Even better, it gives Ethlyn roughly triple the experience of healing someone, so it helps her levels shoot up much faster. All in all, a great new toy.

With that, we move Alec and Quan into range of the enemy, and end our turn. Let’s see how this goes.

… Not great. Alec dodges, but Quan takes two hits despite being parked on a forest. My own dumb fault, I forgot to unequip his Javelin. Luckily, nobody else can get to him, and the rest of the team is near enough to help on our next turn. Rest of the team! Help!

Well… Lex helps, anyway. Alec reminds us he’s here to disappoint, taking a shot that puts his health in the danger zone. I have him run back to Aideen, and move Quan to save himself, as he was always destined to do.

With that out of the way, he runs back to his wife for a kiss and hot cocoa, while Sigurd runs forward to assassinate the enemy commander.

… Almost. Dew lightly pokes another gentleman, and… *sigh*… I might have screwed up. They have 0% chance to hit Dew, so... End turn…

Yeah, picture this exact scene six times as Sigurd steals all the experience for himself. Dammit, did not think this through.

…. I mean… I totally planned this. Yeah. All part of my master scheme.

The only exceptions to the remorseless one-sided slaughter are one guy who goes up to hit Lex… and misses… and the Commander, who takes another shot at Dew… and misses. When my turn comes around again, I have Midir execute Lex’s attacker. He levels…

And you know, forget Aideen, I want to marry Midir at this point. Finn runs down to Javelin the second-to-last soldier, who is attacking the village Dew was sheltering in. Ethlyn runs down to join them, giving the commander another target; I’d like Dew to get the kill, but on the way there I want him to have 100% perfect health just to be safe. She levels up from healing the little bastard.

… What is with you this run, honey? You’re letting your husband and brother down. Still, we have things mostly under control, so…

Well fuck you too, buddy. And worse, the commander I wanted Dew to kill foils my scheme and takes a shot at Finn instead.

So Finn is wounded, badly. Reinforcements are coming. Time to run! Ethlyn heals Finn and they both make a break for it. I leave just Dew, sitting on a tree, as a distraction. Without that commander, nothing can hit him, so he’ll be a perfect roadblock as long as he stays on defensive terrain. It’s time for the rest of the team to go… *twitch*… go… try to recruit Ayra. You might think with Kinbaith dead she’d be friendly. This is not true. And getting near her is incredibly risky for one. Big. Reason.

Astra is a venerable Fire Emblem special ability, and Ayra is (unless I’m mistaken) the first user of it, back when it was really broken. Later versions have those five strikes do half damage, but Ayra’s is just five normally-powered strikes in a row. If she hits you with that, pretty much any unit will die. And if they don’t die, they might kill her, because she’s not very durable. So I need someone she can’t Astra and who definitely won’t be able to kill her, to act as a distraction…. Huh…

Hahahaha, no. Maybe if you hadn’t spent this whole game being a sack of garbage and had gotten some good levels, but as you are now she won’t even need Astra to kick your ass. Get back in the corner, Alec. We will be using Finn, who will run from her when she gets close. Run like a coward. End turn!

I realize it doesn’t look like it, but I’m totally winning this map.

Finn gets close enough to Ayra to set her off. The idea is to have her run after him around the forest while Sigurd runs in, kills all her little buddies, and takes the castle. Once Shanan is free, then she can be reasoned with. Sigurd is ready, Finn is close enough… I think… and a few helpful units are near enough to draw a little pressure off Dew while we work. End turn…

Shit her little handaxe bros came out after us first! This could go badly. This… this could be bad. Please don’t be bad, game, please…

…………. I mean… I planned this. Yeah.

Did not plan that though. Azel is supposed to be support but he could die here and ruin my happy accident cunning plan with Finn if he gets attacked and hit again.

Oh God bless you, you beautiful caped madman.

…. Here she comes. I heal Azel, move the rest of the army away from Ayra, and… and pray, mostly. Go after Finn. Go after Finn you evil bitch. Please. Please, he set you off.

Meanwhile, Verdane’s army pulls some stupid stuff. Most of them go after Lex, who levels from it, but Azel gets a few as well and also gains.

Tolerable, if not the raw perfection I’m used to this chapter. Noish gets some ‘love’ and levels up too, but I didn’t screencap that because he got literally nothing. No points. In anything. I hate him so much.

On my turn, we’re in a very precarious situation. Ayra is in a position where she could chase Finn, Quan, or Sigurd, and I can’t be sure who she’ll go for. Meanwhile, the army itself is outnumbered by Verdane. This is turning into a shitshow, so my first priority even above Ayra is to thin the enemy’s numbers. Alec and Azel start by getting kills and…

… Huh. It finally happened. Even Alec doesn’t want to be associated with Noish anymore. Damn. Dew plinks away at the enemy yet again, gaining his second level.

Maybe Noish’s role in the army is to inspire everyone else to not be like him? I know it sounds like I’m joking, but everyone else on the team scores a kill without being damaged.

Meanwhile, Quan, Finn, and Sigurd are all still in Ayra’s range. Two are parked on forests with spears to give them weapon advantage. One is not. This will be… ugly.

Please, game. Show some mercy.

The enemy phase goes perfectly fine for most of it. Nobody levels, but nobody dies and that’s a fair damn trade in my book.

And then Ayra goes for Finn.

Come on Finn…

BELIEVE IN YOURSELF, FINN…

*sigh* Astra.

Reset! I figured I’d lose at least one to her, but still. Frustration.

Restarting from the beginning of the turn, things proceed identically up to that point. Dew gets a slightly different level because I send him a different unit, changing the RNG of his level; a point of Speed instead of a point of Defense, not really a fair trade for him, but otherwise it’s the same.

This time, with Sigurd and co, I have them not kill Ayra’s buddies, and instead have them run like terrified children. Sigurd toward the castle, Quan and Finn away. Maybe this will work.

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! Okay. For now, we just need to have Quan and Finn up there stay out of her range at all costs, while Sigurd goes and besieges the castle by himself. That is much more realistic than fighting Ayra. Trust me.

Game is saved, and I win. Eventually. I start my turn with Aideen healing, and unlike Ethlyn she knows how we do here.

Welcome to the team, Ms. Of Jungby. I’m very pleased to see you here. From here, I have the team rush out to meet Verdane head on, kicking ass, taking names, and nobody levels up except Alec.

Eh, still better than Noish!

Now, this was super risky and I might very well regret it. But, unless I’m wrong there’s just not enough of them left to really kill anyone; pretty much everyone is full health and they’re guarding each other’s back in a big way. Hopefully I’m not wrong.

If I am wrong, well, I did just save. Two resets is not bad.

Quan and Finn run away like frightened children, and Sigurd goes to storm the castle. Nothing much happens, though; the castle guard has tons of health, but can’t hit Sigurd because hand-axes are inaccurate against swords. Then he immediately kills himself rushing against Siggy again on the enemy phase. Now all we need is for the main army to live!

… Ethlyn, if you fuck this up for me, I swear.

Thankfully, the others all go for Dew and miss him, so we’re pretty set. All that’s left of Verdane’s army on the map is two archers, two axe dudes, and Ayra. And soon, not even that. Sigurd wrecks axe-dude number one, levels,

I’ll take it. And while we’re on the subject, I will also take the castle!

Sigurd: What’s the matter? Why are you silent? I want to know why you were held here.

Shanan: You’re not one of Kinbaith’s lot… are you?

Sigurd: We’ve dealt with Kinbaith. There’s nothing to be afraid of anymore.

Shanan: Oh! So Ayra doesn’t have to keep fighting! My Aunt Ayra was forced to fight ‘cause Kinbaith had me! Please! You’ve got to help her!

Sigurd: That swordswoman. Huh. I thought there was something amiss about her… Very well! I’ll let her know that you’re safe. Now, what’s your name?

Shanan: Shanan. I’m Shanan, the prince of Isaach…

(OH. Um. Well. Awkward.)

Sigurd: Isaach’s prince, you say… I can barely begin to imagine what you’ve been through, Shanan. For now, though, you’re welcome to stay with our army. Don’t worry. One day, you’ll make it home. I’ll do all I can to ensure that.

(Awwwwwwwwwww, Sigurd, you big old softie.)

Oifey: Pardon me, sire, but we’re currently at war with Isaach. If we’re going to harbor its prince, shouldn’t we inform the king?

Sigurd: He’s a child, Oifey. That war has nothing to do with him. I’ll find a way to get him home safely, but for now, we need to look after him.

Oifey: Understood, sire. … Just as I thought. Lord Sigurd really is such a kind man…

Well, we got the castle, and with that the worst part of the map is over, so I believe it’s time to call this update. Next week, we chat with Ayra, finally get to feed Gandolf his own bandana, experience some delicious plot development, and see perhaps the most pathetic romance in gaming. Look forward to it!

Total Resets: 1. Better than I was expecting, honestly!

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PROLOG

MARGOT

Tears overflow my cheeks and from my vanquished eyes a sudden shower falls.[1] The drops form a trickle, a flow, a torrent. Forty days and forty nights of continuous and universal rain.[2] Waves are in excess, everything runs to the sea. [3] No possible action of any flood could thus have modelled the land, either within the valley or along the open coast.[4] A flood that leaves everything in a state of confusion[5] forming a great briny mass searching for direction. The sea by its motion, detaches from its bottom an infinity of plants, shells, slime, and sand, which the waves and winds continually drive towards the shore. [6] There is a stone in the sea called the oyster. A stray grain of sand finding its way into its shells is enough to spark a new beginning. The Oyster comes out of the sea early in the morning ahead of the light, and, opening its shell, it swallows the heavenly dew and the rays of the sun and moon and the light from the stars above. And thus is born the pearl, I am born, from the most high celestial bodies.[7]

LENNY

(Thrusting the flat knife between the two shells) I keep praying for You to make something happen so why this awful, crawling feeling that nothing ever does?[8] (he turns the knife forcefully) God does not shout. God does not whisper. God does not write. God does not hear. God does not chat. God's infinite silence…[9] (the two shells crack open and he draws out the knife) The oysters valves are standing open and a pearl lays between them, a wonderful sight and notable, for no pearl in all history could be compared with it at all, either in size or in beauty.[10] But her beauty does not lie in the perfection of the sphere, nor in symmetry. She is irregular, ovoid, curved and lumpy. One moment it did not exist, the next moment it was full blown in my mind, as though it had been there all the time and needed only the bursting of a soap bubble veil to show it.[11] All this time I sought for truth and unity and now all that matters is her proud glow that strives for contradiction and multiplicity.

ACT I

EXT. GARDEN - DAWN - ABOUT BEES AND HONEY

LENNY arrives at the WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE. Here is the garden and around it some flower beds, a space cultivated for flowers for Margot, to make a spray for her hair, to perfume the sheets.[12] Naturally, […] only the apple tree interests him, tempts him: he can see its flowers.[13] He walks towards the tree. The WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE is observing him. As LENNY reaches for one of the blossoms a bee flies out of it.

WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE

Once on a June evening, in those long gone years when the ends of days sank into silence, I was waiting for a total eclipse of the sun on a terrace facing a garden, overlooking the foliage of a maple tree.[14] And I thought of you Lenny. In the sudden darkness I saw you, hidden behind a veil, the massive walls of the Vatican Palace. A faceless silhouette.

LENNY

It’s all different now she has revealed herself only for a short moment but I saw my reflection in her pearlescent luster: functioning, utilising, thinking in causes and effects, logically evaluating and analyzing. But what if I want to walk for hours and weeks without a destination. What if I want to know what the month of march brings for an Aquarius. What if I want to miss her for no better reason than that I love to be fucking emotional.

WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE (hesistates)

When i watched the total eclipse of the sun that summer evening it soon became dark and an eclipse wind, like a wave, had risen when suddenly from the neighbouring house burst forth a sort of wild dance, with the strange, biting, astringent sound of Pan’s pipes. Young people were celebrating some festival, they had confused shadow with twilight and were playing as night fell. However much one knows about it, the veiling of the sun’s light is disturbing and transports one to another world. [15] I saw you cover up in darkness and now i see you longing for the sun. This is a complete inversion. And in this twilight a party shall rise so that the heart, that obscure, celestial flower, undergoes a mysterious blossoming.[16] That is the only way great loves stories are born and I don't want any more part time believers.[17]

LENNY

But how can i find Margot in this city still so strange to me?

WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE

She’s the bee and you are her honey. What does Margot like?

LENNY (looking at the flowers)

Margot likes wind in her hair and salt crystals on her skin, lace and hoodies, rings on her fingers and flowers in her hair, black panthers and partridges, walking barefoot on wet grass and wearing mid calf boots, day dreaming and ADHD, dancing underground and sleeping in white sheets, Los Angeles and Palermo, birch trees and skyscrapers, gel nails and knitting, equal rights and mini skirts, cabrios and umbrella pine trees, Fellinis Roma and Mario Cart, seashells and pinecones, Zorra by Bad Gyal and playing the Bach Suite Nr. 1 on her Cello, passion fruits and rough fights, oranges and jeweled persian rice, fig trees and Coke, dry white wine and soft cheese, creaky parquet and soft carpets, ....

WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE

The mask does not hide the face, it is the face.[18] Your new face should combine all these elements to a story and make a lot of noise.[19] [...] the veil of mystery you profess to hang before their eyes, serve but to stimulate their curiosity[20]. In being everywhere and nowhere [...] the object of much social curiosity[21] People will pay attention to it, speak about it, remember it. You’ll be EROS and I will be the embodiment of your story the place where all elements manifest in a happening. A great feast all the Margots will want to attend.

ACT III - THE INVITATION

INT. MARGOTS MURCIELAGO - AFTERNOON

A downpour of summer rain patters on the front window. MARGOT is waiting at a red light. Her phone buzzes and she opens the message.

@ YUNGPAPA:

“My darling friends, there’s one spectacular party in the making! Join us tonight at the Wittgenstein House to another glass of wine under fig trees, eating fresh fish on soft carpets next to blossoming anthuries. Glowing cheeks from dancing till dawn. Bring a delicate, floating, spring bouquet of florets in new leaf green, cherry blossom pink, and marigold yellow[22] and we’ll serve everything else. XOXO”

ACT IV - THE PARTY

EXT. THE CITY - SUNSET

THE HOUSE WANTS TO BE KNOWN

The rain had stopped. The water evaporated on the hot asphalt and left a sultry summer evening air. AVAs cabrio is speeding down the Ringstrasse with its roof folded down.

AVA (lost in thought)

Do you think YUNG PAPA will attend the party today? I wish we’d find out who’s behind all this uproar.

MARGOT

Some weeks ago we’ve never heard about him and now he's everywhere. Noise, ruckus, rumors spread.[27] I’ve heard the parties are supposed to be unique in its kind and his face, enveloped by a more or less dense veil[26] has sparked many suspicions. I think he looks like Hauru, wearing drop earrings made of rubies and emeralds combined dripping down[27] his lobe, his blonde chin length hair making him the cynosure of all eyes.[27]

EXT. THE SITE - SUNSET

THE HOUSE WANTS TO BE SEEN

The garden is enlightened by the colourful lights emerging the windows. The WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE is radiant and reaching in all directions, emitting visual, audible and perceptible vibrations. The air is full of petals twinkling through the air giving off a smell of orange blossoms. A car enters the SITE. AVA and MARGOT step out of it. Instantly they are surrounded by an electric atmosphere. On inspecting the entrance facade, you can discover a series of metaphors and symbolic signs.[29] It would be too strong to call this fantasy a portal to Hell, but it is surely no entrance to a Heavenly Jerusalem[30]. AVA and MARGOT join the stream of guests walking through the garden towards the WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE greeting, kissing, hugging.

INT. THE ENTRANCE - SUNSET

THE HOUSE WANTS TO FLIRT

The party begins as people are moving in, gathering in the entrance hall and taking a stand up cocktail.[31] There is champagne, caviar and fireworks.[32] Ahead, some distance from the entrance, is a great mural of brilliant color.[33] Opulent Ornaments, heavy textiles, reflecting surfaces.

WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE (whispering to the Lenny)

First impressions are made. About me as the entrance always affects the impression of the whole house. And especially Margots first impression of you. Is she here?

LENNY

I see her in the hundreds of eccentric bouquets that the guests have brought along overflowing the room. I see her in that mans excessively long fingernails or and your lining flickers with golden mosaics and indirect lighting from above.

WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE

Yes you are right. I’m discovering my dramatic side. I want to dance, twist my elements, feel the motion and sensuality. I flirt and wink at the guests with my dizzying array of rich surface treatments.

MARGOT

Ava! Look at this man sitting on the seashell sofa in the garden. He’s knitting all alone while everybody else is clinking glasses.

AVA (teasing)

Why don’t you bring him a glass of wine. I know it, I feel it, and you will say it.[35]

MARGOT (concentrated)

You just know me too well and yes, he is cute.

EXT. THE GARDEN - SUNSET

THE HOUSE WANTS DRAMA

MARGOT walks over to the LENNY. Rising up in a warm haze, the innumerable modern statues towered on their pillars half way up the golden webs of sunset.[36] The garden is a collection of living beauties, rare plants, exotic flowers and fruits. The trees are old and high. Long white cotton cloths are blowing in the wind, rendering shadow plays. LENNY is sitting in the seashell sofa sheltered from the wind, warm sunbeams begin to play. [37] MARGOT hands him the glass.

MARGOT (laughing)

Hello strange man, what are you knitting?

LENNY

Some of the more exotic plants have to be taken indoors for protection from the cold night air and swaddled in thick woollen garments.[38]

MARGOT We have, indeed, become a flower growing people.[39] You seem pretty passionate about your plants. I like it when people care. About anything actually.

LENNY

When, on a summer evening, the melodious sky growls like a tawny lion, and everyone is complaining of the storm, it is the memory of the Meseglise way that makes me stand alone in ecstasy, inhaling, through the noise of the falling rain, the lingering scent of invisible lilacs.[41] Or when I reach out to touch a fragile tree and blossoming spicules float downwards and fade, each with its clear, tiny tinkle.[42] These are the moments I cherish most and that’s why I care.

MARGOT (hesistating)

But for me love is not only loving and caring. I don’t want my house to be all light and soft. It starts getting fun when you have contrasts, contradictions and drama. It can be raucous, low, full, pleading, vulgar, sharp, cutting, jovial, harmonious, commanding, harrowing, seductive, explosive or irritated[...] noble, high pitched, servile, majestic, ample, sick, affronted, clothed in silence, echoing with the sea or forest, undercut by the twittering of birds, howling like a wild beast, [... ]asking questions and saying come here. [43]

LENNY

Until now I’v only got to know a more one-sided monotonous love but thats another story.

MARGOT (excited)

Oh look over there! A black panther is prowling through the peach trees!

INT. SALON - NIGHT

THE HOUSE WANTS TO BE DIRTY

Food is being served in the salon. The huge chandeliers had dimmed spread a diffused multi coloured light from the tiny nucleo bulbs that bespangle the vaulted ceiling [44] The materials in which the WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE presents itself come from the everyday domestic sphere, much having to do with ornamenting the body: copper and brass wire, buttons, beads, baubles, hooks, eyes, straps, false fingernails, makeup, hair, ribbons, lace, thread, shells, feathers, and bones. The amulets are fetishes, beautiful ornamental objects, and they are connected to the fetishism of architectural representation.[34] Billows of smoke of several hookahs hang in the air. People sit on couches of brocaded silk, leaning on a cushions[45]. Chattering and cricket chirping fill the air.

INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

THE HOUSE WANTS TO DANCE

After eating the WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE starts playing Promiscuous Girl by Nelly Furtado. Slowly the room is filled with curiously dancing people. Tossing their hands in a wanton and lascivious manner. One man imitates the movements of a kangaroo grazing in the woods, whilst a second crawled up, and pretended to spear him.[46] LENNY and THE WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE feel MARGOT penetrating them and start dancing along.

WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE (dances irregularly curved from concave to convex)

♪ Promiscuous girl

Wherever you are

I'm all alone

And it's you that I want. ♪

LENNY

Our most intimate gestures move to sounds, we dance.[47] Absurd, peculiar, mad, fantastic, bizarre, eccentric, capricious, whimsical, laughable, and also charming. [48]

WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE (opens the ceiling to reveal a hundred sparkling stars through the moving branches of the wind tossed apple tree blond, tawny, copper, golden, straw yellow, orange, ochre, sand or tan, multiplying the straight, centred, short rays, piercing and sharp like the trill of a bird. [49] The signs of the Zodiac are moving from east to west and go round the world in twenty four hours.[48] A strong wind starts rising.)

♪ Promiscuous boy

You already know

That I'm all yours

What you waiting for? ♪

LENNY

Minute promptings coming from everywhere, in quality, dimension or intensity, on every wave length make sensibility tremble, fluctuate and sweep and dance randomly over the spaces.[50] I look at Margot and even while she speaks the waves wash over her lips, and down into the deep she plunges. The sea breaking free.[52] WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE (Motion grows, as a wave grows white when the wind begins rising[53])

♪ Promiscuous girl

You're teasing me

You know what I want

And I got what you need ♪

LENNY

Time stands still where space folds in on itself. [54] The sea gives birth to a tidal flow […] a rhythmic current emerges from the disorderly lapping of waves, music surfaces in this place. [55] Here the body rises above disorder, here Margot rises above the waves, even more complex in her multiplicity than the nautical sound of waves breaking.

WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE

♪ Promiscuous boy

Let's get to the point

Cause we're on a roll

Are you ready? ♪

LENNY

However much one knows about it, the veiling of the sun’s light is disturbing and transports one to another world. Lying on the moving floor, shaken by the movement of the waves [56] I am in danger of drowning.

MARGOT

I thought you’ve learned how to swim till now.

LENNY

I am a moving, active body, expressing in exertion, movement, gesture and dance, rather than in sensibility alone.[51] I’ve learned to swim in this flood of confusion. And the ship will not resemble merely a ship, but also the sea itself, even to its hull and sails being composed of waves.[52] The obscurity is long; here is the dawn; the cock crows to the Sun God.[53] And beyond the reach of water, beyond wind, cold, fog, light and dark even beyond noise, […] the house protects us just as the belly of a vessel separates us from the cold of the sea. [54]

[1] Seneca, Complete Works

[2] Da Vinci, Notebooks

[3] Serres, The Birth of Physics

[4] Round the World

[5] Buffon, Natural History Vol 2

[6] Buffon, Natural History Vol 2

[7] Physiologus

[8] Serres, The Five Senses

[9] Aquinas, Summa Theologica

[10] Procopius, History of the War Books Vol 1

[11] Asimov, Complete Robot Anthology

[12] Serres, The Parasite

[13] Deleuze Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus

[14] Aquinas, Summa Theologica

[15] Serres, Branches

[16] Hugo, Les Miserables

[17] The Young Pope

[18] Deleuze Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus

[19] Serres, The Parasite

[20] Rousseau, Collected Works of Jean-Jacques Rousseau

[21] Foucault, The History of Sexuality Volume 2

[22] Kassinger, Slime

[26] Deleuze, Cinema 1 The Movement Image

[27] Serres, Troubadour of Knowledge

[27] Rand, The Fountainhead

[27] Hovestadt Buehlmann, Quantum City

[29] Hays, Architecture Theory since 1968

[30] Frankl, The Gothic

[31] Schumacher, The Autopoiesis of Architecture Vol 2

[32] Carter, Anthony Blunt His Lives

[33] Ockmann, Architecture Culture 1943 1968

[35] Asimov, Complete Robot Anthology

[35] The Young Pope

[36] Proust, In Search of Lost Time Vol IV Sodom and Gomorrah

[37] Wollstonecraft, Complete Works

[38] Proust, In Search of Lost Time Vol II Within a Budding Grove

[39] Gothein, A History of Garden Art

[41] Proust, In Search of Lost Time Vol I Swanns Way

[42] Asimov, Complete Robot Anthology

[43] Serres, The Five Senses

[44] Asimov, Complete Robot Anthology

[34] Hays, Architecture Theory since 1968

[45] The Book of the Thousand and One Nights

[46] Darwin, Voyage of the Beagle Round the World

[47] Serres, The Five Senses

[48] Wittkower, Born under Saturn

[49] Serres, The Five Senses

[48] da Vinci, The Notebooks of Leonardo da Vinci

[50] Serres, The Five Senses

[52] Serres, Genesis

[53] Virgil, Aeneid

[54] Serres, The Five Senses

[55] Serres, The Five Senses

[56] Serres, The Five Senses

[51] Serres, The Five Senses

[52] Foucault, This is not a Pipe

[53] Serres, The Parasite

[54] Serres, The Five Senses

[43] Serres, The Five Senses

#maudanouk #text

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stephschoices · 7 years

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92 Things about me 😄

ayy I was tagged by @endless-vall to do this the other day so here we go!

THE LAST:

1. Drink: Lemonade 2. Phone call: My mom 3. Text message: My friend telling me what she’s buying at the next concert she’s going to 4. Song you listened to: Holy - PVRIS 5. Time you cried: Watching Ghost Adventures on Saturday bc Zak scared the crap out of Aaron so hard he hurt his back in the new episode and I was laughing so hard omg

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice:No 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: No

8. Been cheated on: No 9. Lost someone special: Maybe? I’m not sure how to answer this question 10. Been depressed: Yep. 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: Nope, I don’t drink

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12. Purple 13. Teal 14. Grey

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: In real life, nope. I don’t make new friends anymore. No thx. Never ends well. 16. Fallen out of love: No 17. Laughed until you cried: Jesus almost on a daily basis 18. Found out someone was talking about you: I don’t think so.. I know how to stay in my lane 19. Met someone who changed you: Yes 20. Found out who your friends are: Yes 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: No

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: I’d say like 75% 23. Do you have any pets: No. But man do i want a cat! 24. Do you want to change your name: Nah I really like Stephanie 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: I don’t really remember lmao, I think me and my best friend went to Gattiland.,, since neither of us drink we have fun our own way okay (we’re 21 & 22) 26. What time did you wake up: 8:00am 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: going to bed lol 28. Name something you can’t wait for: Have my own house one day 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: like 10min ago 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: to not have anxiETY ABOUT EVERYTHING 31. What are you listening right now: Achievement Hunter Let’s Play videos on youtube 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: I think that was my dentists name when I was a kid 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: People in my classes honestly 34. Most visited Website: Either Tumblr, Youtube, or Nexus Mods 35. Mole/s: On my neck and back I have a few 36. Mark/s: Stretch marks and scars and birthmarks I have them all lol 37. Childhood dream: Lmao I wanted to be a farmer in elementary school which switched to photographer in middle school 38. Hair color: Brown 39. Long or short hair: Medium 40. Do you have a crush on someone: In real life nah but I love a good few celebs lol 41. What do you like about yourself: I take no shit goodbye. I also think I’m pretty good at art 42. Piercings: Nop 43. Blood type: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 44. Nickname: Steph, Steffy, Steffaffa, Stefanaynay 45. Relationship status: Single 46. Zodiac: Scorpio sun, Aries moon 47. Pronouns: She/Her 48. Favorite TV Show/s: Steven Universe, Ghost Adventures,.. used to be Criminal Minds, Walking Dead and Pretty Little Liars but they all got stupid smh. 49. Tattoos: None but I really want to get some soon 50. Right or left hand: Right hand 51. Surgery: Nope 52. Hair dyed in different color: Nope 53. Sport: Volleyball, Bowling 55. Vacation: I went to Disney World a few weeks ago with my best friend, and we’re going to Gatlinburg In a few weeks and again in October 56. Pair of trainers: what is this? is that shoes? is this asking if i have a pair of shoes?? yes???

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: Taco Bell is life 58. Drinking: Anything besides Mountain Dew and alcohol 59. I’m about to: Take a shower and go to bed 61. Waiting for: Free time to draw, and always new Choices chapters lol 62. Want: To sleep. 63. Get married: Probably 64. Career: Graphic Design 65. Hugs or kisses: Hmmmmm neither for me tbh 66. Lips or eyes: Eyes 67. Shorter or taller: Taller pls 68. Older or younger: Older 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: ArmS *heart eyes* 71. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive 72. Hook up or relationship: Relationship 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: Um.. idk.. neither again?

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a stranger: No 75. Drank hard liquor: No 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: No 77. Turned someone down: No lol almost, i just stopped taking to this guy when I felt the question coming 78. Sex in the first date: Sex never 79. Broken someone’s heart: Not that I know of lol 80. Had your heart broken: No 81. Been arrested: Nope 82. Cried when someone died: Yes 83. Fallen for a friend: No

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: Sure 85. Miracles: Yes 86. Love at first sight: Yes 87. Santa Claus: No but I want to so heck it I’m gonna go with yes 88. Kiss on the first date: Probs not 89. Angels: Yes

OTHER:

90. Current best friend’s name: Kaylin !!! 91. Eyecolor: Brown 92. Favorite movie: Sucker Punch

Most people I’d tag have already done this, so if you haven’t and you see this go for it !!

#me

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sannie-hannie-archive · 7 years

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Tagged by the wonderful @jeongjarsofhannie for the get to know you tag. Thanks so much for tagging me <3 I love you and your blog so much!

Rules: Answer the questions and tag followers you would like to get to know better!

Tagging: @angelyoons @hoshi-woozi @leetaeiil @bbysquirrelsblog @jeonghan-1004svt @jeonghans--idiot @scoup-dumplings @jeonfhan as always only if you want and are comfortable doing it you don’t have too if you don’t want too! Also to anyone else who sees this and wants to do it just make sure you tag me so I can see it :)

Name: Shay

Nicknames: Shay (it’s my nickname but I go by it so much it’s basically my name) I have other nicknames but only one or two people can get away with calling me it so yeah lol

Zodiac Sign: Virgo

Height: 5′8/172 cm

Orientation: Straight

Ethnicity: American with a mix of Irish/French/Scandinavian? IDK my precise ethnicity lol

Favorite Fruit: ALL but if I had to choose I really like pineapple

Favorite Season: Winter (Fun fact never seen snow because I live in Florida)

Favorite Book: Maximum Ride/Confessions series by James Patterson

Favorite Flower: Hmm never really thought about it lol Carnations?

Favorite Scent: I like a lot of scents lol I don’t really have a fave

Favorite Colour: BLUE

Favorite Animal: ALL but if I had to choose polar bears

Favorite Beverage: Coffee (Peppermint Mocha)/Soda (Mountain Dew Baja Blast)/Tea/Water

Average Sleep Hours: 8-12 hours (yeah I sleep a lot but if I don’t get at least 8 prepare to die cuz I get unbearable)

Favorite Fictional Character: Yuna from Final Fantasy X/Lunafreya from Final Fantasy XV/Evie from Assassins Creed Syndicate/Raven from DC/Harley Quinn from DC/Scarlett Witch from Marvel/Mikasa from Attack on Titan/Adroid 18 from Dragon Ball Z/Hawkeye from Fullmetal Alchemist/Sephiroth from Final Fantasy VII/Zack from Final Fantasy VII Crisis Core/Noctis from Final Fantasy XV/Prompto from Final Fantasy XV/Riku from Kingdom Hearts/Captain America from Marvel/Quick Silver from Marvel/Edward Elric from Fullmetal Alchemist/Roy Mustang from Fullmetal Alchemist/Vegeta from Dragon Ball Z/Beerus from Dragon Ball Z/Erin from Attack on Titan....The list continues I have too many faves...

Number of blankets you sleep with: 1 if that...I don’t really need one here in Florida most times

Dream Trip: Ireland, London, Japan, Korea, Italy, Puerto Rico, Spain, Boston...I would love to travel the world tbh...

Blog Created: Ummm I know it was before Pretty U era...It was like a week before all the teasers started coming out :)

Hogwarts House: Everyone says Ravenclaw and I agree

Time Right Now: 1:21 PM

Lucky Number: Don’t have one

Last Thing I Googled: “5′8 in cm” IDK conversions lol

Favorite Bands/groups: I know this is a shocker but Seventeen, Pristin, SHINee, Twice, BTS, BlackPink, KARD, Red Velvet, SNSD, GFriend, EXO, NCT (mainly U and Dream if I’m being honest I’m not big on 127), Black Veil Brides, Bullet for my Valentine, Three Days Grace, Evanescence, and others I can’t really think of rn.

Favorite Solo Artist: Tbh I don’t really listen to a lot of solo artists lol IDRK any but I’ll say Andy Black

Song stuck in my head: Wee Woo by Pristin <3<3<3<3

Last movie watched: The Great Wall or Angels and Demons I can’t remember which one I watched first lol

Last TV show watched: Sleepy Hollow <3<3 but if Tuesday Night Smackdown counts then that was the last one I watched...I don’t really count it though so yeah

Dream job: Chef or Video Game Designer/Developer

Following: 313

Posts: 2,691

Do you get asks regularly: Not really but that’s alright when I do get them it’s just makes me even more happy and makes it even more special! <3 :) I love hearing from ya’ll

Do you have any other blogs: 1 but I never check it lol

What I Post About: Seventeen/Jeonghan/K-Pop with the occasional Video game/Anime post

Why you chose your url: Because I absolutely love/hate the “angel” Yoon Jeonghan

When Did My Blog Reach it’s Peak: Um IDRK if I consider it peaked at all yet but I am getting a lot more notifications and followers lately which makes me happy since I only really post garbage lol

Second game:

rules: bold the statements that apply to you!

appearance:

i am 5′7″ or taller

i wear glasses

i have at least one piercing

i have blonde hair

i have brown eyes

i have short hair

my abs are at least somewhat defined

i have or have had braces

there is something i would change about the way i look

personality:

my hogwarts house is: gryffindor hufflepuff ravenclaw slytherin

i am an introvert

i like meeting new people

people tell me that i’m funny

helping others with their problems is a big priority for me

i enjoy physical challenges

i enjoy mental challenges

i’m playfully rude with people i know well

i started saying something ironically and now i can’t stop saying it

there is something i would change about my personality

ability:

i can sing well

i can play an instrument

i can do over 30 pushups without stopping

i’m a fast runner

i can draw well

i have a good memory

i’m good at doing math in my head

i can hold my breath underwater for over a minute

i have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling

i know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch

i know how to throw a proper punch

hobbies:

i enjoy playing sports

i’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else

i’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else

i have learned a new song in the past week

i work out at least once a week

i’ve gone for runs at least once a week

i have drawn something in the past month

i enjoy writing

fandoms are my #1 passion

i do or have done martial arts

experiences:

i have had my first kiss

i have had alcohol

i have scored the winning goal in a sports game

i have watched an entire season of a tv show in one sitting

i have been at an overnight event

i have been in a taxi

i have been in the hospital or er in the past year

i have beaten a video game in one day

i have visited another country

i have been to one of my favourite band’s concerts

relationship:

i’m in a relationship

i have a celebrity crush

i have a crush on someone i know

i have been in at least 3 relationships

i have never been in a relationship

i have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them

i get crushes easily

i have had a crush on someone for over a year

i have been in a relationship for at least a year

i have had feelings for a friend

my life:

i have at least one person i consider a “best friend”

i live close to my school

my parents are still together

i have at least one sibling

i live in the united states

there is snow right now where i live

i have hung out with a friend outside of school in the past month

i have a smartphone

i have at least 15 cds

i share my room with someone

random shit:

i have breakdanced

i know a person named jamie

i have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce

i have dyed my hair (bright-ish red with blue ends the way I’ve been wanting it forever but only got it done last week)

i’m listening to one song on repeat right now

i have punched someone in the past week

i know someone who has gone to jail

i have broken a bone

i have eaten a waffle today

i know what i want to do with my life

i speak at least 2 languages fluently (I wouldn’t say fluently but I do know a good bit of Spanish :))

i have made a new friend in the past year

#Tagged #Me #Personal #jeongjarsofhannie

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