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theflashdriver · 3 years

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Too Late

Ah my second thing for sonamysilvazeweek 2021, the hurt/comfort prompt, have a little Silvaze angst.

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These past two days had brought a bizarre tension that Blaze knew the origin of but not how to confront. Yesterday morning, a little before noon, Marine had burst into a royal meeting with all the disruptive force that she could muster. The now adult raccoon, stood in front of ministers and community stakeholders, had freely and willingly babbled about a weird old wizard who had offered to help with her ships if he could meet with the princess. Naturally, due to a combination of the shipwright’s tone and chosen way of relaying this information, Blaze had rather exploded at her, insisting that she leave and that this so-called wizard should make an appointment. When the girl had tried to stand her ground, she’d been asked if this person was a threat. With a grumble of no, knowing she was beat, the raccoon had made her way through the halls but out the castle entirely.

That was, until eight o’clock this morning. The young raccoon had barraged her way into the royal bedchambers, claiming that the same old wizard had successfully pulled eight of her crashed ships from the ocean and aided in their repair by merely waving his hand. She said that he was some kind of psychic sent from the other dimension and that, despite how weird and old he was, he apparently knew Cream, Sonic, Tails and the others. All those things had piqued Blaze’s interest, of course they had, but none of them propagated her curiosity quite like Marine claiming he’d sat on the dock ever since he’d arrived. He hadn’t eaten or even slept; he’d simply sat waiting for the princess.

Unfortunately, just like the day before, today had been filled to burst with work. Gardon had passed away three months ago and, although the monarch was now mature, the burden of that loss was still weighing heavily on her. No longer having that confidante, that source of sage advice, was finally beginning to wear her down. Hours were spent dealing with fussy landowners and handling minor issues, with both sets of Eggman long gone too, the guardian part of her role had been regulated to a mere title. It’d taken until now, approaching night on this summer day, for her to find the time and leave the castle.

The evening was humid, even by the docks, but that wasn’t too abnormal for this time of year. A dark sky hung overhead; grey clouds formed a barrier that barely allowed the pink of the sunset to pierce through. She was dressed in her usual working garb, her purple coat and white tights, but she wasn’t entirely sure if this was work. Marine’s descriptions of this man had been sparse to say the least- apparently, he was old, would glow with a strange cyan light and looked rather homeless. Blaze wasn’t even certain that her aid was needed in the Chaos dimension and so she hadn’t brought the Sol emeralds; according to Marine, he was just here to meet with the princess.

Blaze quickly found herself at the stout dock that Marine tended to work off of. Sure enough, no fewer than eight vessels that she could scarcely recognise were happily floating along either side of the wooden boardwalk. None of them held her attention for long though, despite how ludicrous and intricate their designs were. No, Blaze’s eyes quickly fell upon a cloaked figure sitting at the very end of the dock.

Her attention was immediately captured by a set of seven quills, the formation of which she’d never seen on a hedgehog before. They were long overgrown and, though she could tell five ascended from his forehead while two stretched from the back of his head, they’d all began to matt into one continuous mass of grey fur. The cloak Marine had described was actually a garb formed from brown burlap, heavily stitched in places and acting as some strange poncho with long and billowing sleeves. Strangely, his right sleeve hung loosely at his side while his left reached up to cradle his head.

“Hello there? Are you the one who’s been waiting for me?” She called out, trying to get his attention.

“Oh, hello,” A croaking voice half-hummed from the form, he didn’t so much as turn back, “It’s a shame you didn’t come yesterday, the sunset was wonderful.”

Feeling a little slighted by the hedgehog’s cheekiness, Blaze responded in kind, “Well, I’m sorry but my role finds me rather busy.”

“Oh, no, there’s nothing to be sorry about. I think I can make this work,” Once those words sounded, the hedgehog’s back straightened and his hand left his chin.

She watched from behind as he pointed to the sky and, though she wasn’t sure what to expect, she couldn’t have anticipated what would happen next. The once grey shroud that had blocked the sun was suddenly tinted cotton-candy blue. She watched as his fingers curled into a fist and the cloud mass seemed to convulse, almost gathering at a single point, before he flicked his wrist and spread his fingers. The clouds parted into a wide circle that breached the horizon and, as it did, his hand was made fully visible. A cyan circle shone on the back of his palm; by the tears on his worn glove, she could tell that it was part of his hand.

“Oh, today’s even prettier, is that normal for this world?” It was only then that the form turned for face her, not rising and bowing like most of her subjects would but simply glancing over his shoulder with a soft smile on his face.

Behind him, the sun couldn’t be more than an inch away from the ocean’s surface and the sky was the most glorious shade of pastel pink… but that couldn’t hold the feline’s attention. Her eyes locked on the hedgehog’s face, the face of an old and tired man. Sunburn marred his muzzle, giving him a rough appearance despite his smile. Plumes of white fur breached his garb’s neck-hole, wrinkles covered his face and there was an age in his eyes that spoke volumes to the feline. Marine hadn’t been inaccurate to call him a wizard, what he’d just done was ludicrous and he surely looked the part, but something in those bright yellow eyes called to Blaze in a bizarre way.

Stumped, finding herself unable to answer, Blaze managed another step forward before catching herself, “What on earth did you just do?”

“Oh, I just pushed the clouds away,” He said, so very nonchalantly, as he turned back to the sky, “Don’t you think it’s pretty?

“It’s certainly prettier than it was,” She conceded through clenched teeth, daring to take another step closer. Though he didn’t seem threatening, this bizarre figure had just split the sky with no more than a wave of his hand, “Marine was insistent that I come down here as soon as possible, was there a reason for that?”

“What? Oh, I’m sorry, no. I would have happily waited for a few weeks at least,.I heard that you’re very busy,” He patted the spot on the docks next to him, smiling back at her again, “I just wanted to talk with you a little, after that I’ll be on my way.”

Under normal circumstances, Blaze would have turned tail there and then. If he was just here to talk and willing to wait then he could book an appointment like all the rest; but these weren’t normal circumstances. He’d parted the sky, brought ships back from the depths and... well, something bizarre was buzzing in Blaze’s head. As she looked upon his form, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of déjà vu; she’d never seen this old man in her life and yet he looked so familiar. The term anemoia came to mind but she was struggling to recall its meaning. Without even really thinking, she found herself stepping closer still to the grey figure- soon she was standing by his side.

It was as he turned back to the sunset, releasing a sigh of contentment, that Blaze truly understood what she was looking at. When Marine said he’d raised and repaired her ships with one hand, Blaze hadn’t thought that he lacked the other. His right arm had been reduced to a stump, bound at its end, but that wasn’t where the damage ended. Only his right leg poked free from his garb to hang over the edge, this figure had seen far more than his share of adversity. Even the smiling form of his muzzle seemed slightly battered and, even over the scent of sea air, the stench he carried was that of brimstone and sweat decades aged.

“And what is it that you want to talk about?” Blaze, rather bluntly, managed to ask.

“Well, um,” He tugged at his chest fur, “I have a couple of questions to ask, but I’m sure you’ll have some for me too. How about we take turns asking things? I asked one then you get to.”

Today just kept growing more bizarre, he hadn’t come to ask her anything, he’d come to play a game of twenty questions. Even with Marine, even with Sonic or Amy or any of the others, if they tried to confront her like this then she’d ask them to simply cut to the chase. But as she stood above him, a question did find purchase in her mind. He apparently knew the others, that meant he was probably from their dimension, so why hadn’t they bumped into each other? He was an older hedgehog, was he related to Sonic? She didn’t think so, but it was so bizarre- it was like she knew where he came from, it was almost on the tip of her tongue. Even his name, it was as though she was so sure of it but couldn’t verbalise it no matter how she tried.

With a heavy sigh, not masked in the way she’d try to hide such normalities during her royal meetings, Blaze dropped down to sit beside the grey figure, “Fine, ask away.”

“What, really? O-Okay,” He seemed just as surprised as she was about her willingness to go along with this, “I’m, well, I think I’m eighty-two now. How old are you?”

Blaze blinked; this absolute stranger had just asked the princess her age in such a blunt manner. His lack of tact was frankly astounding but Blaze wasn’t off put. If anything, there was something strangely homely in how casually he’d asked, “I’m twenty-eight now, going on twenty-nine.”

“Oh wow, it’s like we’re opposites,” He immediately seemed to notice, smiling even more warmly than he had before, “Your turn then.”

A couple of ideas floated in her head, questions that felt strangely pointless to ask despite her not knowing the answers. Eventually, she managed to settle on one.

“Marine said you knew those in the other dimension,” She posited, “Do you come from there? I’ve been over a few times now and I don’t think I’ve ever…” For whatever reason, another surge of déjà vu forced her to hesitate, “Seen you.”

“Oh, yes, right. I don’t think you would have, no,” He seemed to stumble over a collection of thoughts, “I’m from there but not from then, you see. I’m from their dimension but a very different time. Two-hundred years in their future, I was born. The time I came from though, that’s long gone, overwritten by my travels,” The old man said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, “It was a bad place to live to be honest, overrun by monsters long before I was born. It took a lot but, after almost a hundred years of work, it’s finally all sorted out. I kept going back to the past and preventing disasters, now there’s nothing left to prevent,” And she found herself listening, as if it was the most regular of answers, “I guess I kind of come from nowhere now though, it’s nice there but it’s not exactly home. I’m just drifting now really…”

“Right…” The princess mumbled, trying to take that all in and finding it surprisingly easy.

Up until now things had been weird but now things were surpassing the point of strangeness. Looking past the other oddities this figure presented, for her to hear what she had just heard and feel as though that was both truthful and normal was the most bizarre sensation Blaze had ever experienced. Perhaps it was because she was used to introducing herself as a princess of another dimension but the fact she was so unphased by his words was thoroughly phasing her.

Before she could dwell on it too much, he was smiling at her again, “I’m wondering, the others mentioned that you were a pyrokinetic, would you mind showing me…?”

Again, without much thought, Blaze found this usually questionable proposal agreeable. She raised her right hand between them and, with no more than the click of her fingers, the top of her forefinger was set alight. Almost immediately he moved in closer, his bright yellow eyes marvelled at the exposed flame.

“Though it took me a while to properly control it, I’ve had this power for all my life,” She explained, snuffing the light against her palm, “What about you? What’s that symbol on your hand and what did you do with the clouds?”

As if to match her, the hedgehog raised his hand. Light seemed to pulse and ebb from the shining mark at his hand’s centre, tinting the environment around it. Once that had been shown, in such a casual way, the hedgehog turned and gestured to the sea before pointing his forefinger up. A light seemed to well in the dark depths of the water and, almost instantly, the waves ceased their lapping. Slowly coiling its way up, like some great serpent emerging from a lake, a long tendril of water, bathed in that same cyan glow, began to extend from the sea. It cut the sky, stretching a good ten metres up. Then, with a further wave of his hand, it fell away from them as though it was a tree that’d been chopped at the base. With a colossal splash, the waves restarted with a brief degree of additional aggression before, eventually, settling back into their regular pattern.

In any other situation, coming from any other person, Blaze would have taken this as some vague show of force. She knew that he could manipulate more than water, she’d seen him shift the cloud many miles in the sky, but he’d chosen to control the element that directly countered her own. Again though, for some unthinkable reason, Blaze couldn’t find the emotion to be shocked or perturbed.

“I’m psychic, I’ve had this power for as long as I remember but, to be quite honest, I’ve got no idea how it actually works or where it comes from,” His smile grew a little warmer, “I never really thought it all that important, all that matters is how these powers are used.”

“I’ve tried to embody similar thoughts myself,” She quickly responded, attempting not to dwell on that or the thoughts that came with it, “It’s your turn.”

“This is my big question, but I know this might be a little strange to ask. You don’t have to answer it if you’re not comfortable,” He said, as if everything up to this point had been normal, “Do you like living here? Do you like being the princess?”

This wasn’t a question Blaze was new to, it wasn’t uncommon for children to ask what it was like being a princess, but Blaze thought his version carried a little more weight. He wasn’t asking about the simple things, like sleeping in a big bed or heading public events. For whatever reason, the princess knew he was asking if she actually enjoyed the role she’d been born into and, again for some unknown reason, she felt prompted to answer truthfully. This stranger was compelling her to unearth truths in a way that she hadn’t dared before.

“It’s… difficult,” She muttered, “Even though I hold a privileged position, even though I know I’m luckier than most, I don’t know that I’ve ever been comfortable,” Her head found her hand, her gaze drifted to the sea, “I can’t see my friends often, I can’t choose where I go and when, I can’t even stroll to the docks on a whim,” For some reason, although that was true, saying it aloud felt incredibly selfish, “But, it would be a lie to say I’m totally uncomfortable here. Marine keeps things interesting. Though I’ve seen adversity I’ve either been able to handle it or found the strength to call upon friends to aid me. Even if it’s not perfect, I’m happy I can live here and bring justice for those around me. I don’t know that I could ever see myself giving it up or…”

Blaze caught herself, grinding their conversation to a halt, “This is hardly professional of me; I really don’t know why I’m telling you all this. I shouldn’t be talking to anyone like this.”

“Well, I’d be lying if I told you I minded all that or that I wasn’t enjoying our conversation,” His eyes seemed to flicker away from hers and, though he spoke positively, his grin drooped ever so slightly, “I simply have a face that a people find familiar, I think it’s got something to do with my travels through time. People tend to speak with me in ways that they wouldn’t others.”

Somehow, despite the softness of his expressions and the newness behind their interactions, the princess could see that he wasn’t telling the total truth. There was something in the bending of his brow, the way the words hung on his lips. Then again, perhaps it wasn’t to do with him at all. Maybe it was the way his words resonated with her eardrums.

Equally though, she’d be lying if she said that she didn’t see what he’d said, “You do have a rather…” She rummaged for the right words, good and polished words, but what she drew was far too flimsy, “Kind face,” Though her stomach churned at her inaccurate choice of words, she pressed on, “Though that concerns me, it does really feel as though I’ve met you before. Were you a friend of Gardon’s?”

“Gardon?” The word rolled off his tongue, she couldn’t recall hearing that name in his voice at all. She knew the answer before he seemed to, “No, I don’t think so. Who’s Gardon?”

“He was,” Her tongue hitched on words like a hoe dragging through rocks, “Like a father to me,” That seemed right to tell him, even if it wasn’t proper to admit, “I didn’t especially realise that when he was with us but, despite that, I think he knew. He’d looked after me since I was a little girl, I can’t imagine he didn’t occasionally consider himself in that role,” She found herself stumbling, emotions were bubbling to the surface but, for some reason, despite her oversharing, she didn’t care, “I probably should have said I shared his view or made my attachment clearer but, given my position, it wouldn’t have been right.”

“Well,” Hesitantly, shakily, that glowing hand of his came to reside upon her shoulder. Any normal stranger would have promptly been brushed off, told to keep their hands away, but something about that weight upon her shoulder ebbed with a further familiarity that she could not place, “It sounds as if I’d love to have been a friend of Gardon’s, I’m so sorry, Blaze.”

It was only now, having sat with him for a while, that Blaze was beginning to pick up on subtle aspects of his mannerisms. Every word seemed as though it was intently thought out, as if he was running through a thousand memories every time she finished a sentence- so often punctuated with a hum or the word well. It was as if he was doing what she had done for so many years; carefully choosing his words, trying to match her royal status. The only difference was that while she searched for professional words, he seemed to do much the opposite. Not once had he remembered to call her your majesty or your highness, regardless of how much thinking he did.

“Though it’s not the same, I’ve lost someone close to me too,” For the first time since they’d started their conversation, his gaze had flickered away from her and back towards the sea, “Then again, I-I suppose that’s to be expected when you reach my age,” He took another moment, his remaining hand slipped from her shoulder to his knee as he seemed to catch himself, “No one so recently of course, but it’s hard to forget,” She watched his brow furrow further, his fingers seemed to push deeper into his cloak as his words slowly spilled, “You never actually want to forget. If you do, you’ll regret forgetting, more than anything else in the world.”

Once again, the two found themselves sitting in silence. Blaze the cat, the cold and hardened queen of the Sol dimension, felt a few bizarre words weighing so heavily on her tongue. In a matter of moments, with only a handful of words, the tension between them had remounted and tripled. Despite that, she was about to make things even more awkward.

“D-Did you love them?” She stumbled to ask, rather immediately regretting it but finding it impossible not to say something in continuation, “The person that you lost, I mean.”

“Oh, I loved her more than anything,” His answer was so immediate, “So much in fact that I can’t help but think I very much took her for granted. She never took to the word love well, it always seemed to embarrass her, but I feel as though I should have said it a million times more,” Unlike the name of Gardon or so many other things Blaze had heard today, the word love in his tone sounded so unforgivably familiar. It made her feel as though she was some kind of demon for not knowing where she’d heard it, “She was smart, brave, strong… and so much kinder than she probably liked to think, let alone that she could stand to admit,” The way he spoke seemed to carry a nostalgic joy and love that Blaze couldn’t recall seeing in any person, across their entire life “She’d scold me so often, I don’t think she realised that was how she showed her love. I don’t think I knew it either, but I would still go too far and get myself hurt just trying to impress her. It was all with the intent to do good of course, never pointless, but...”

A spark had grown in his eye, another glow that she recognised, but so very quickly he seemed to snuff it. Worry lines appeared on the hedgehog’s brow as he turned back to the sunset.

His smile frayed away at the seams as he mumbled, that love wasn’t gone but now it was being tiptoed around, “Well, she went too far herself a handful of times…”

This old man, this man almost three times her age, had already established a connection with her that few people, inside or out of her kingdom, had managed. Somehow, in a matter of minutes and without seeming to try, he’d managed to bring her fully out of her shell and allowed her access to his. No, it was more than that, it was as if she wanted access to the walls around this history he’d lived.

“I’m…” Something about this felt weird to say, even though she knew it was right, “Sorry for your loss too.”

“I’m sure she loves watching the sunset,” He half hummed before catching himself and beginning to stammer, “W-Would have loved to, rather. This world is so very pretty, though I haven’t stayed for long, I’ve found myself rather smitten with it,” With his hand, he gestured out to the horizon and she followed his pointing, “Islands littered with limitless wonders, a glorious sunset every evening, softly rolling tides and wonderful people,” He spoke such simple words but they were so plainly from the heart, “Yes, this must be the most beautiful place I’ve ever visited. Even better than the world I made.”

Having not watched many sunsets, Blaze didn’t think she was in a good position to judge but there was no denying the prettiness of this sky. The soft pink of the ether, fading orange away from the sun and red towards, it was truly breath-taking to behold. The way the silver clouds hung, parted by his will, as if it were a picture frame surrounding the view made it all the more special. It was as if he’d revealed something she’d never have noticed, like he’d excavated some fossil or deciphered some ancient code.

“I’ve…” She caught herself before she could say something naïve again, “I must profess, I never really watched it until today. It just seemed so regular, as if it wasn’t worth noticing,” That turned his head but she kept her focus on the view in front of them, “But you’re right, it is beautiful,” In this moment, having discussed so much, Blaze felt bold enough to finally pry and ask the question she weirdly felt she already knew the answer to, “What did you say your name was?”

“Oh, I don’t think you asked so I didn’t give my name,” He’d tried to make it sound as though he’d just realised but Blaze could tell that was intentional, “I’m, um…” It took him much too long to provide an answer, “I’m Venice, yes, sorry. Its been a while since I’ve heard my name, let alone used it.”

“Venice?” That name didn’t sit fondly on her tongue, it didn’t seem to suit him at all. No, without even watching him speak it, Blaze knew that he was lying, “You mean, like the city in the other dimension? The one with the canals.”

“Y-Yeah,” He muttered in an attempt to reaffirm, “I think I was born there. I must admit, its been too long for me to really remember now. It’s really beautiful, but it can’t compare to this…”

“I see,” She didn’t feel as though she could really fight him on this, not directly at least.

In the silence that followed, Blaze couldn’t help but tear her gaze from the skyline and attempt to look upon him again. His heart seemed to always be on his sleeve; he was perpetually trying not to lie but plainly obfuscating the truth. Now closer, she could make out little details that were lost on her before. While his missing arm and leg were the most obvious marks on his body, it was clear that the tattered shroud he wore was intended to cover more. On his muzzle, just beneath his left eye, was a thin but clear gash that stretched almost the entire length of his cheek. The hedgehog’s nose looked as though it had been broken at least once, the way his left shoulder seemed to slump suggested that arm hadn’t escaped unharmed too and he was missing no fewer than three teeth.

These injuries would make any normal person feel bad for the hedgehog, but something about them was impacting Blaze a magnitude more than she’d expected. She’d been to hospitals in the wake of disaster, she’d seen people with injuries like his and even far worse following great storms and fires and floods, and she had felt for them… but it had never seemed quite so personal. Perhaps it was because he was older and she had just lost Gardon, perhaps it was because he’d shown her kindness, but Blaze doubted that. It was probably because of the bizarre connection she had felt this entire time. Who was this old man, who had he loved and what was he doing here?

Despite that question hanging in her mind, a very different one fell from Blaze’s mouth, “Do you want to talk about your partner some more?”

Equal parts of his face read that he did and didn’t want to but, ultimately, he resumed his talk, “I remember every detail, every little thing about her, as if we were together only yesterday. The way she’d flinch and brace at every bump in the night, the way she’d try to hide her laugh whenever I was especially stupid, the purrs she’d babble whenever things were truly peaceful, how she’d fuss over me while bandaging my injuries only to fuss more when I offered to help with hers,” Emotion now seemed to be overwhelming him, he went from staring straight at the sunset to turning such that she couldn’t see more than the edge of his muzzle, “There was this word she’d use, scolding me but not scolding me every time she spoke it. I didn’t even know what it meant for ages; it took me until very recently to know just what she meant by it though…”

Before she could even puppet her tongue, a question forcibly spilled fourth, “What was that word?”

“Oh, I don’t think I can stand to say it,” Somehow, by only seeing the edge of his ears furrowing and the slightest shake of his body, the princess could tell that the old hedgehog was at least hurting if not actually crying, “I’m sorry.”

Carefully, slowly, Blaze reached out a hand to touch his shoulder. That contact seemed to freeze him entirely or, perhaps, it would be better said that her touch had petrified him, “There’s nothing to be sorry for, I’m sorry you lost someone you clearly cared so much for,” For whatever reason, even though it was what so many had said to her after Gardon’s death, that didn’t seem like enough, “But, judging by what you said when I first arrived, I’m sure she’d be very proud of you. It sounds like you’ve lived a difficult life and done more for your world than people will ever know.”

“She probably would be,” He turned back, eyes red and plainly tired. He rubbed at his eyes with his stub, “I suppose, I lived up to our agreement.”

“You had an agreement?” She automatically pried before instantly regretting her forwardness.

“We promised to save our world, regardless of the cost,” Those words carried a weight that, try as she might, Blaze couldn’t shake. He concluded with five simple words that carried a tremendous weight, “That cost was rather high.”

Again, words seemed to leave her before she could question whether it was right or wrong to ask, “Do you think it was worth it?”

“I like to think this was,” Pulling his hand from his face, he rubbed where his right hand should have been, “Other things though… no, not so much, but there’s no going back now. It’s too late now, there’s no way of making up for what we exchanged.”

Blaze didn’t even need to ask the next question on her mind- the gap was filled without her permission. He lost his partner, whoever this woman was, to their task, at what stage and age she had no idea, but Blaze could feel her heart bleeding for him. He was old and so there was no real way to know when he’d lost her, he talked as if it was recent but to her it felt as though she’d vanished from his life long ago. This was just so strange, Blaze felt so many things that she couldn’t express and couldn’t recall feeling before. Why was he talking with her about all this?

Floundering, struggling for something to raise his spirits, Blaze blurted, “W-What about the others? I assume you’ve spent time with Cream, Sonic, Amy, all of them? Bonding with them helped me, did it do the same for you?”

“To an extent, I can’t deny that, but I haven’t seen any of them for decades. I’ve been dealing with their children and their children’s children and so on…” Recalling that seemed to return some of the joy to his muzzle, “Their faces began to blur towards the end, I’m sure I called one of their furthest descendants Amy more often than by her own name,” He almost chuckled, “It feels like yours is the most unique face I’ve seen in years, Blaze.”

Not once had he referred to her as princess or by the likes of your majesty, he’d asked about it as her job but it clearly wasn’t who he considered her. The name Blaze seemed to fall from his mouth and slip into her ears so easily, as if it almost belonged in the space between the two of them. Venice didn’t seem as though it’d capture nearly the same space.

“But no, there was no replacing her; not even partially,” He managed to continue, bright eyes gleamed with light even as the sun was rapidly setting, “Knowing them helped certainly but it's only now, as I reach this twilight age, I’ve realised quite how much I miss her.”

Part of Blaze wanted to believe that was the only reason he was here, that the old man was a wandering soul that’d long lost its leash, but there was something in itching at the back of her head that told her that wasn’t true. Furthermore, while it sounded like there was some truth to what he’d said, it didn’t seem like the whole truth; his talk of forgetting echoed in her mind. Regardless of that though, this sad hedgehog had rather endeared himself to her and if she could help shed some of that weight from his shoulders then she’d have done good today.

“What was she like?” She more gently questioned.

“My partner was, and always will be, the best person I ever knew,” His remaining shoulder started to relax, his whole form seemed to loosen as his stare returned to the sunset, “She knew me better than I knew myself, whenever I was pushing myself too far she wouldn’t hesitate to stop me. Without even blinking, she wouldn’t hesitate to knock me down or tell me I was being foolish. My emotions would get the better of me rather often while, even though she usually felt the same as me, she subdued most of hers. Whenever she couldn’t though, whenever things grew too aggravating or a defeat crushed her, I was there as best as I could be to help,” Even though he was looking off into the distance, she could tell he was more imagining than staring at the sunset, “She’d read poetry and prose while I liked to play games and investigate history, but we shared a number of things…”

For whatever reason, though she assumed it to be second-hand embarrassment on the part of Venice’s long-lost partner, the way he’d phrased those first compliments and briefly regaled her with their history was warming the princess’ heart further still. She found herself shifting just a little closer, entirely enamoured with the way he talked about this woman. Though Blaze couldn’t even begin to picture this other time traveler in her mind, she felt as though she was familiar too. Albeit, in a very different way.

“The world we were born into was practically devoid of nature, plants refused to grow and rain rarely fell. The world of the past that we knew came from books and, of the collections of books we found, none would interest us like those tomes containing nature photography. They let us see waterfalls, lush green grass and sights we couldn’t have even fathomed,” He reminisced, “As soon as I found out about them, I’d compare her to a star so very often. It always seemed to embarrass her just a little, how I always thought they were so very pretty. I never meant it like that at the time, but hindsight and a life of living paints a rather different story. I was so very… well, it’s not her word, but I was very oblivious to both of our feelings.”

A few clouds had begun to drift, dusting the sky and obscuring the end of the sunset, but with a wave he rearranged the sky again. As he did so, she watched as his attention was pulled from that imagined place and arrived back at reality. What was pink had gradually drifted to a deeper red and the colour had begun to overwhelm the dark clouds that lingered upon it. Even as it was nearing its end, even if the sun would dip beneath the horizon in a matter of minutes, it was all still so beautiful.

“The way the sun paints the sky in such a natural way never ceases to amaze me. I love a bright blue sky, free of clouds, but the way this one contrasts and blurs them is just so…” The joy in his voice reached a crescendo, “I’m just so glad that I finally got to see this with you.”

“See this with me?” Blaze blinked; she’d been overjoyed to hear him talk so freely but that stumble caught her full attention.

Her questioning seemed to stop him in his tracks, just as it did her. What could he have possibly meant by that? Panic and regret crumpled his face, “Um, yes… I’m glad we could have our meeting, as in…” The hedgehog’s head quickly whipped from her again, “But it’s been so long, the sun’s almost set. I’m sorry, Blaze, I’ve taken up far too much of your time,” A flash of cyan emanated from beneath his robes and, before Blaze could even understand what was happening, he’d materialised a leg from light and risen to stand tall. His remaining hand was extended down to her, “I’m sure you must be very busy…”

“N-No, I… Venice,” As she took his hand and said that name for the first time, it felt so wrong in her mouth. It absolutely wasn’t his name, “I don’t know what has happened, or even who you truly are, but meeting you…” She scrambled for the right words, “I don’t know what it is, but I feel as if there’s much more to you. I’ve never talked to someone like this, let alone a stranger. We’ve hardly been together half an hour but-

“Th-That’s why I need to go, even that’s too long,” He grumbled before a pulsing hum began to overwhelm his words. He raised his remaining hand and from the ring in his palm a disk of cyan light was projected. With another gesture, it was pushed outwards and Blaze could see a swirling blue vortex within that hole, “I’ve probably stayed with you longer than I should have, I’m sorry.”

“Why did you actually come here? What did you come here to do?” Why was her voice wavering? Why was she getting louder? What did it matter if this stranger left? “You can’t have crossed time and space just to see me, why would you do that?”

“Even if things aren’t perfect, I’m glad you’re safe and comfortable here,” He wasn’t listening to her or, at the very least, he wasn’t acknowledging her words, “Please try to enjoy yourself. If you get the opportunity, please be with your friends more and live the life you want to live. You were…” He managed to look at her again, smiling while his eyes were stained red with tears, “You are brilliant, Blaze. I’m so glad I made it here before the end,” Without turning from her, he stumbled forward and vanished into that void.

Her immediate reflex was to follow but the hole collapsed on itself and vanished in the air, spluttering out his final words, “Good luck,” as it vanished from reality.

Alone on the docks, left with only the sound of the waves and the whistling of wind, Blaze felt something inside her ache in a way she’d never ached before. Who was that figure, why did she care, what had he meant by his end and why had he come? She didn’t feel like she was watching one of her citizens die, she didn’t even feel as she had at Gardon’s funeral; this was alien to her and yet so familiar.

Having only risen to her feet a moment ago, she stumbled back and ended up sitting on the dock again. Ahead of her was the sky that he’d cleared, the sun had just dipped beneath the horizon. It was only a matter of time before his last impact on the world would be blown away, clouds were already encroaching on the space he’d made. He’d be wiped from this world, the ship’s he’d revived for Marine would surely sink again, but, for some reason, that old man had claimed an eternal place within the princess’ soul.

Why that was and who he was she’d surely never know, but she hoped her heart would stop aching soon.

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My babysitter’s in love with a vampire

Pairing: Spike x chubby!reader or Dracula x chubby!reader

Request: you are spending the night with dawn and then you see all the likes she has on her facebook pics and you get insecure about your weight and then spike swoops in and saves the day? something like that? or hell instead of spike make it Dracula. im feeling rebelious with my request lmao

Requested by: @lilacprincessofrecovery - sorry about the wait love 💜

Warning: Insecure reader. Weight mention. Low self confidence.

A/N: Right, so, I’ve been enjoying the interactive element I’ve been using (I hope you have too) and this one’s gonna be little different. You can choose Spike or Dracula (the one that appears in Buffy or one of your choosing if the characterisation fits). Kinda modern au I guess (smart phones/facebook/etc). Reader doesn’t get much love online, but there’s no hate more of an absence of like(s).

You were babysitting. Not to say that you and Dawn weren’t friends, she wasn’t even that much younger than you, it’s just her older sister was very protective. You had been in school with Buffy and you understood - It was just the two of them now, so you had offered good rates to Buffy so she could go out and do whatever it was she needed to do all night while you kept Dawn company. You didn’t judge and you didn’t feel the need to demand to know where she went all night – it wasn’t any of your business.

Now, you were aware of the supernatural element in your town. But you didn’t realise that Buffy and Dawn did too. You all skirted around the subject, trying to avoid mentioning it to each other as much as you could.

You had both been watching a movie when she had excused herself to the bathroom. But she had been a really long time so you went to check she wasn’t feeling sick or anything. When you got upstairs, you saw through the ajar door that Dawn was now in her room taking pictures of herself.

Dawn enjoyed taking selfies and posting them online and she sat on the edge of her bed as you walked in as she was constantly refreshing the page as the likes and comments rolled in. Her most recent picture having brought over 100 likes on her picture so far. This made her bounce around with glee, finally getting the attention she had been craving herself. Who knew all she had to do was take a mirror selfie?

She gushed about all of the praise she was getting and excitedly showed you, waiting for you to shower her with more compliments. But you had gone quiet, thinking of your own page. You barely posted and when you did, you would be lucky to get even a quarter of the likes Dawn would get. Dawn was blissfully unaware of your insecurity. She presumed you weren’t bothered about that kind of thing. She thought you were so cool, so hadn’t even considered that you wouldn’t have as many likes on the app or even mind about it.

She had noticed that you were quiet so she had tried to make you take a picture with her to post on your page. So that you could both show the world that you were spending another Saturday in watching the same option of movies. You let her take the pictures, you smiled and tried not to stare too long at your face beside Dawn’s on the pictures she saved and then sent to your phone.

After you opened the message and looked at the pictures again, you knew you wouldn’t be posting them. Dawn was confused and a little hurt when you refused to post the pictures, embarrassed over the number of likes (or lack thereof) you knew you would get.

You went quiet as Dawn kept hounding you to post them, missing that you were growing more and more upset. She just kept pushing the matter, she had never been exactly tactful. But it started to really upset you, to even have to admit the growing insecurity that was under the surface, never quite properly hidden.

Dawn finally noticed that you were not in the same good mood you were in earlier. But it was too late, you had started to feel the prickle behind your eyes. The lump growing in your throat. You got up, rushing for the door as Dawn stood up and watched worriedly.

“I-I just need some air”

“You can’t go out- it’s dark-!” Dawn called, but you shook your head and she say the stake concealed in your pocket. Her eyes widened and she just nodded. You were too upset to acknowledge what had just happened. Instead, you just ran off, leaving the younger girl frowning after you before getting distracted by her phone buzzing rapidly with notifications after her recent post had been found by the masses.

You ran out of the front door, your eyes streaming with tears as you just need to get out of there. As if you could run away from the hopeless feeling of not being good enough.

Dracula:

He had been watching you for a while, he had been interested in you after a single glance several nights ago. He had kept a distance, watching and waiting. He could feel that you were going to be the one. The beauty that your face possessed had enchanted him in a way that he was only used to holding over others. Your frame was larger, but that merely meant that there was more of you for him to be enraptured by. More of you for him to worship should you accept his offer. And he had no doubt that you would accept his offer, his love was yours.

You ran past him, hiding under the large tree that loomed above the Summer’s residence. You sat, curling your plump frame up as small as possible as you wept. His eyes never left you as he glided towards you, as if walking on air. He moved his head, unsure as to who could affect you this much. He wanted to tear them to the ground, make them grovel at your feet.

“Your eyes… they cry with the tears of a thousand waterfalls and yet you do not see your power” He said, his voice strong and commanding of everything in the vicinity. He held his hand out and turned it upwards as if to offer you his hand. As he did, you find yourself rising to your feet, still sniffling slightly.

“Who-who are you?” you stutter. Why would this beautiful man give you the time of day (or, night as the case may be).

“Dracula” He stated with such confidence you would never question it. You were drawn to him instantly. But you had been rendered speechless in his presence, “What is the matter, my love?” The affectionate term, although you had never formally met, felt so right. So soothing and it made your tears slowly dry up and regulate your breathing. You reached for his hand that was still outstretched waiting for your touch. Demanding to feel the warmth of your hand in his. Your hand slipped into his so easily, as if they were made for each other. He leaned in, moving your hand towards his lips. You closed your eyes as his lips contacted your hand.

He straightened up slowly and asked you, without once opening his mouth, for you to explain. To reveal why you were so sad. He wanted to put it right any way that he could. He wanted to show you the vision he saw before him.

“I’m- nobody likes me- not the way they like, well, my friend” You admitted, knowing he wouldn’t know who Dawn was. His eyes bored into yours and you felt completely seen for what felt like the first time in your life. He frowned, not aware of such popularity contests that were now evidently so important to the modern world, “It’s all about how many likes you get. How popular you are… and I’m j-just fat”

He shook his head slightly at this, you were not ‘just’ anything to him. Your form rendered him full of awe. Your plus-sized figure the epitome of beauty to him. He had seen you outside after dark leaving a young gentleman who had not been kind to you after a date. Your features had been upturned and it had taken all of his strength not to turn into his other form and follow you home. Instead, he would take care of the man that had hurt you.

“Your figure fills my vision with the light of the golden sun that I cannot cast my eyes upon… you are radiant beyond compare” He spoke, rather than dwelling on such an insignificant human. He willed you to feel it and you did.

“Look into my eyes and see as I do” He rested his hand against the side of your face, a feather-light touch. His thumb stroked softly along your cheek. His eyes scanning over your face, as if to learn every inch, every quirk of your expression. He wanted to know what every look meant. What every tear told him. You closed your eyes as you allowed yourself to accept his sentiment. Accept that he saw you in this way. There was something deep within that told you he meant every word so intimately.

“Your beauty is beyond this realm, my dear…” He continued, “Please. Join me”

“D-do you really mean it? About someone like me?” You whispered, having to confirm once more.

“Join me, an eternity awaits” He asked, an edge that almost sounded pleading. Although the change in tone would only ever be evident to you. You nodded as he took your hand. You walked away into the night together, knowing there was no thrall. You felt affection. Love.

You wished you could show him even a fraction of the affection and comfort he had laid upon you tonight. As you wished this, he felt it and he knew that time would show him of what he was already sure of.

Spike:

He had been smoking a few streets away, stalking to get to that tree outside of the summer’s residence. He had adopted that place as his own, you were always spending time there and so he had taken to waiting for you – especially if you weren’t staying over than night. He always waited, watching from the shadows. He wanted to make sure that you were safe, that he could be convinced no harm would come to you. He had long since admitted his feelings for you to himself, he was just trying to formulate a way to tell you of this.

You ran past him, in floods of tears. He rounded back on himself, following you straight away flicking his cigarette into the night. His heart crumbling to see you upset in this way. He caught up with your shapely form, a gentle hand on your upper arm that you looked down at through blurry eyes. You turned, facing his caring eyes. this expression you had to tell yourself couldn’t possibly be the love you wished it was. His eyes boring into yours with so much concern it almost made you cry harder.

“S-Spike?” You frowned, unsure if you had just been imagining it. He had been exactly who you would imagine to be there for you and you were amazed to see him there when you turned.

“Love, what is it…?” He asked, his voice almost cracking with emotion, “Is there anything I can do?” he wanted to hurt whoever had hurt you this way. Make them pay in all of the worst ways possible. To drink from their skull. He wanted to put it right any way that he could.

“I’m- nobody likes me- not the way they like Dawn” You sniffed, wiping your eyes again, “It’s all about how many likes you get. How popular you are… and I’m j-just fat” You sighed, gesturing to the app that was still open on your phone. His eyes widened in shock, his jaw tensing. He glared at the phone, mad at it for being the reason for your tears.

How could you ever think that? How could you even talk of yourself that way?

“Don’t be bloody ridiculous!” His voice raising slightly, “You… you really think that makes any difference?” he cocked his head to the side, studying your expression closely. He started to reach his hand, wanting to touch your face, but he swiftly moved his hand and looked away as you looked back to him.

“What?”

“You’re bloody beautiful, y/n. Ever since I met you, I’ve wanted you. Been sodding obsessed with you…” he admitted, his words so honest you almost wept further. You just stared, not believing he could feel the same way you did for him. Your silence made him continue, “So what if you don’t get likes on that stupid bloody face-app-thing? All that counts is the people that matter… and, well, I hope I matter to you love. ‘Cause you really do to me” he insisted. His eyes pleading you to listen to his words. Every syllable the most honest he had been since he first met you. He had longed to say these words. Had long, lonely days or little sleep imagining you by his side. In his arms.

“But how could you... about someone like me?” You gestured at yourself and he shook his head with such vigour, as if he could shake these thoughts from your mind in the same way. He clasped his hands around your outstretched wrists. Stopping you from tearing down your beauty with your harsh words. He was shocked you would even question the way he saw you. To him, loving you was as easy as breathing. Hell, easier - he didn’t need to breathe after all.

“You’re the most captivatin’ person I’ve ever laid eyes on… and I’ve seen a lot in my time. Trust me, I love you. Your size. Everything. Just- please- let me show you how much?” Spike said those words as if they were the most important he would ever utter. You had never seen him plead like this before, although you had seen the way he looked at you sometimes. You had thought he was just being kind. But now you knew.

With every soft brush against your skin, you knew. He held his hand out for you and you took it, the crying had subsided at his hand wrapped around yours comfortingly.

You just hoped you could show your love for him in such a meaningful way. you took his hand with such trust, he almost felt it pulsing through his veins as you clasped your hands with his. You walked away together, into the night. Both of you wishing for your moments together to never end.

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9. Keep provoking my curosity

The new guest tore his gaze away from the phone to meet yours, acknowledging you with a simple nod. The lack of words was a little surprising, but he didn’t seem to hold grudges against you like some of the previous quiet guests from the last floor. Still thinking about how you’re better than everyone here? With a bitter swallow, you reached for his bag. - I will take your luggage – you took it with a huff, shocked about its weight:- Please follow me, Mister. He did so, tapping slowly on the screen of his phone. You weren’t quite sure if his silence was a pleasant turnaround or disturbing occurrence. Between rare small talks and not so infrequently quarrels, ignorance suited most of your guests. Chae’s reservations never played by these rules, though – wild cards, all of them.

The man beside you hide his phone but didn’t utter a word. You rode in the company of the elevator hum, signaling the 4th floor with a soft ding. You walked towards his door, the beginning of standard formula at the tip of your tongue: here’s your keycard, the restaurant is open… A loud groan stopped you in your tracks. You turned around with startle, only to be met with the surprised face of until now silent guest. He took off his facemask, showing off light, perfect skin. He giggled then, a warm, almost adorable sound, so dissonant with the rest of his visuals. - Oh, I am sorry Miss – he apologized with a small bow:- I’m just terribly tired and yawned before I could stop myself. You laughed along with him. - It’s alright, let’s make it quick so you can rest properly – you suggested, opening his apartment. Once inside, you dropped luggage and gave him short instructions about hotel regulations. Taking note of his earlier behavior, you drew the curtains and dimmed the lights to let his eyesight relax already. - If you need any help, don’t hesitate to call reception. - Everything seems perfect to me, thank you – he took his bag without any effort and laid it on the bed, which made you think why the heck he couldn’t do it earlier and left it to you to drag it all the way here. Why did people love to make your life harder? You should’ve call Yoonho to do this, it’s his job.. You’re exactly like your guests. Uneasy feeling sat in the pit of your stomach again. - Not sure about my coach though, he may nag you about anything really – the man laughed in a low voice. You glanced at his baggy tracksuit, awfully white sneakers, big, heavy bag – in addition, you caught a peek of a sport t-shirt inside with bright caption TEAM WONHO. He must be some kind of athlete, then. - Always glad to be of service – you decided to stay polite. - Ahaha, please, don’t encourage him – he snorted, sitting on the bed. In poor lighting, bags under his eyes weren’t so prominent as before, but his face hid some uneasiness. You weren’t sure if it was fatigue, though. Better to be cautious. He was one of Chae’s friends, after all, he could snap at you anytime. Or do something else; your tattooed wrist burned with a reminder one more time. - Hope you enjoy your stay, sir. - I hope so, too.. trainings are insane lately – with a sigh, he leaned his elbows on knees, slouching:- What's the point in trying anymore? All I do is mess things up anyway.. Unconsciously your feet already pointed towards the door; it wasn’t a conversation you should or even want to have with a man you didn’t know the name of. Damn, what were you supposed to say? You’re not a psychologist. How to act tactfully here? The question was if you really wanted to be tactful; or if you just wanted to leave. Your personal life was a solid confusion enough lately. Sir, please let me just do my job.. - I think you just need a proper rest – you spoke calmly, trying to induce such an effect on him. Luckily, he nodded in agreement. - Yeah, that sounds wonderful.. You bowed and left the apartment, closing the doors gently. Letting out a deep breath of relief, you wondered why your work is getting harder like this. Tourism was always full of surprises, as many of people-related businesses. But roller coaster like this was new; one day you are getting psychotherapy with a tattoo artist, another one you are deeply insulted, sometimes you briefly met someone decent and then you are getting tricked by tarot reader and.. well. Today you were met with a depressed sportsman. The small voice in your head recommended extra blankets and nice champagne to add in hotel system info about this room, but mostly you just wanted to get back to the backroom in reception. You didn’t want to bother about another messed up client. Sitting alone, pretending to work but being able to dwell in your own thoughts.. just being ignorant and properly don’t care.. just like your typical guests. You’re exactly like your guests. - Giving a poor hotel guide again? More than a reminder of harsh words, you were startled by the same voice behind you. Turning around, you were met with the main cause of your distress lately, your own nemesis, however dramatical it sounded. - Mr. Chae – you responded tightly. He looked a bit different; his hair a little washed out, not so outstandingly bleached anymore. He wore all black again, his blazer slightly damp from the weather outside. As much as it was normal, it was weird to see since you remember how unaffected he was by the snowstorm when you saw him for the first time. When he was a gentleman making odd reservations. - Not much changed, I see. But you did, sadly. The blonde slid keycard beside the knob to his door, not facing you, which didn’t stop him from talking: - I wonder when you will understand how short-sighted you are. What needs to happen for you to realize? Hearing harsh words from this man wasn’t new. Somehow expecting it, your feelings weren’t as hurt as before. Anxious, yes, but not stunned. Chae stepped into the room, finally looking at you with clear incomprehension. - You got help all this help from Changkyun only to be swept into your ignorance once again. A pity, really. Your breath hitched. - A help? – you whispered with the strained voice once again; stunned by Chae’s word, once again. - He’s a gifted reader – the man shrugged and added with a little, mocking smile:- And passionate lover, I suppose. You watched with horror as he started to close to the door; holy shit, your heartbeat loud in your ears, he knows, everybody knows, does everybody in this hotel know- - How did you know? Your heels stopped his door from closing; your instantaneous act making him raise his eyebrows. - So now we’re talking, I see ..? You weren’t so talkative- - How did you know?! - you almost hissed at him, all work etiquette thrown out of the window. You could already feel sweat forming at your temples, the effect of the mixed shame and anger. I am talking before thinking once more, you thought, but the rush of emotions muted any rational thoughts. All your fears building through the whole day came alive sooner than you expected. Hyungwon clicked his tongue. - You are missing the point, why am I not surprised? – he flicked lights on and stepped inside, taking off his blazer and simply ignoring you. You followed him inside, determined to find some closure on your constant distress. - You’re the one who’s not listening! I asked you how did you know! - Know what? How you were offered all the answers and still didn’t bother to act? - No, I mean me and Mr. Changkyun! - Seriously, I am saying the words and you stubbornly.. – his gaze fell upon your angered posture, clenched fists, and finally, teary eyes. He immediately softened:- Oh. You think I am judging you, do you? - What? – you tried to blink away the blurriness:- No, I want to know how do you know.. did you two speak? Does everybody know? He shook his head, stepping closer. You were babbling your nerves way. - Did you speak with anyone else? D-did you speak with my manager? I really don’t want to lose this job.. - Hush with his nonsense – he said, sweeping your tears away with his cold hand:- Why are you like this? Why are you afraid? - What.. what everybody will think when they will know? - Who is ‘everybody’? Your clients? Boss? – he took your right hand in his, thumb drawing circles in your uniform’s cuff. Your tattoo burned under the material:- Or is it you? Are you afraid to admit to yourself that you enjoyed this? You silently dropped your head. I am only a stupid doe. - You silly thing – he chuckled:- Did you want it? Not brave enough, you just nodded. - You wanted it, so you got it – his fingers under your chin made you look up. His face wasn’t as malicious as always:- Like a strong and independent woman do. You tried to turn away after his absurd words, but he stopped you. Chae’s eyes were nothing but sincere and a little bit playful as if the situation amused him. The small hint of a smile danced on his lush lips. - You conquered a fine man – he clicked his tongue, sound like before, but with faked shock:- Feisty huntress, someone would say. You couldn’t help but laugh. - I am nothing but hunted doe. - Tsk, tsk – he took both of your hands:- Only the dancers will know who leads the dance. Not sure how it worked, but you were able to let your worries go away – at least, for this moment. Saying your concerns out loud helped to realize how feeble they were actually. Unnecessary paranoia almost killed possible good experience; you should accept how free you felt then, after all. Freedom and being desired could build your self-esteem that your ex-boyfriend and the exhausting job definitely destroyed. Finally filled with comfort by the last person you would suspect, all your tense muscles could relax. This gave you a chance to inspect the man before you closely; marvelous as you remembered him. Long face, big, mischievous eyes. Your own followed the shape of his mouth; his tongue licked his lips. - Looks like I’m the prey– he murmured:- Where did little doe go? You gave him a small, mysterious smile, inching towards his face. - Oh I see.. – his breath mingled with yours:- Let’s the hunt begin, then?

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Chatoyant | Min Yoonji

pairing: min yoonji x reader genre: hybrid!au, magic!au/ witch!au, familiar!au, smut, slight angst words: 15.5k Rating: nsfw warnings: alcohol consumption, handcuffs, graphic sexual content: f x f, cunnilingus/oral (giving + receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dom Yoonji (more or less?), but also switch Yoonji I guess lol, hybrid sex note: @suga-stars remember when we talked about hybrid familiar yoonji and I made a moodboard for you? Here’s the fic to accompany it! I hope you cheer up, buttercup! You can always tell @yminie and me what’s up babe! I love you!

You’re a witch, and Yoonji is your familiar. The tension between you has been rising steadily over the months, and comes to a head after Jungkook and Taehyung pull an April Fools joke that doesn’t quite go right. Perhaps you should thank them for how things turned out... right after they finish running from Yoonji, that is.

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“Don’t get that one, y/n, it’s cheap.”

You made a face at the bored-sounding voice that came from behind you. Your familiar was many things, but tactful wasn’t one of them, and neither was polite.

“Yoonji, I don’t know if you remember this, but we’re poor. We have to get the cheap ones,” you responded, not even bothering to look back and see the affronted look you knew the female was giving you. Your hand reached up to grasp the jar from the shelf and her tail whipped and hit your leg. You could almost imagine the slight pout on her lips.

“But quality, y/n,” a purr sounded near your ear, slim arms winding around your waist and a chin resting on your shoulder. “Quality is always better. Didn’t you learn that from the time you used dollar-store herbs in that luck potion?”

The mention of the memory made you grimace, embarrassment still fresh. For one of your classes you had to create one of the potions you’d covered over the semester. You knew technically, you were supposed to always use the highest quality ingredients possible for good practice, but you’d decided to shortcut a bit and use the cheaper alternatives. Needless to say, the result had not been pretty, and you would have definitely failed that class had you not hurried and made another attempt with the correct ingredients.

“This is different,” you grumbled in an attempt to salvage your pride, but your hand retracted from the shelf without the jar nonetheless. You could feel Yoonji’s pleased smirk as you reached for the better quality jar instead.

“Good girl,” she purred, pleased, free hand brushing your waist as she reached with the other and took the jar from your hand. You were sure she could hear it the second your heart skipped a beat and launched into overdrive, thudding loudly against your ribcage. You struggled to keep your breath regulated, butterflies fluttering delicately in your stomach.

It was a delicate dynamic you’d found yourself in with Yoonji. You were a witch, and she was your familiar. Yoonji was also a hybrid, and before that fateful day when you performed the ritual to summon your own familiar as so many witches had done before you, you had never ever heard of a hybrid being anyone’s familiar. A cat? That was normal— dogs too. Birds? Owls, peacocks, swallows? Not as uncommon as one would think. Familiars tended to take all sorts of shapes and forms, but a witch’s soul was always bound to that of an animal, who would then take the role of her familiar— well…. until you and Yoonji, anyway. Many witches and wizards could talk to their familiars. There were charms for that, and people were almost always dying to get their animal companion to talk. But Yoonji…. She was half human, and you’d never met anyone less willing to shut up when you wanted them to.

Ever since you’d come of age and summoned her a year ago, as was tradition for young witches and wizards your age, you’d tipped and shifted in your attempts to find a dynamic that suited you both and the situation. Yoonji was a walking contradiction. She was beautiful, stunningly so, but had the kind of mouth you’d expect to find on a grisly, weathered sailor. Her countenance was cold, distant, but in the moments you least expected it she thawed and nuzzled you with affection you were never quite prepared for. It had been difficult, for the longest time, to melt into a routine, a dynamic that felt normal. The situation you’d found yourselves in was nothing like the usual, after all. She’s never expected to become some half-baked witch’s familiar, and you’d never expected when you performed that ritual to summon a hybrid of all things. In all honesty, with your luck, you’d expected a toad.

But she’d grown on you. You’d learnt to read between the prickly things that fell from her petal lips, discern from her actions what she wanted to say but never quite found the words to convey. In turn, you liked to think she’d come to tolerate you, at least. Perhaps even become slightly fond of you, as you had her. Although, if you were being honest, you were more than a little fond of her. With each day that passed you lost yourself a little more, grew that bit more attracted to her and endeared by the entirety of the black cat hybrid Min Yoonji that fate had woven into your path. You didn’t know how she felt, what she was thinking, but you were at the point where each touch from her sent your heart racing, skin flushing with the heat of your affection. You wished you could see into her mind, could have at least a little insight into how she felt. But alas, she was Yoonji, and you were as clueless and hopelessly smitten as the day you’d first summoned her.

You were startled from your thoughts as a slim arm slipped around yours and the apple of your eye and the very subject of your musings began to lead you to the counter of the store. The jar of crushed lily petals was the final ingredient you’d needed, and now you were all set to go. Basket in tow, you shuffled along after the hybrid and smiled at the cashier brightly when you reached the counter. Yoonji’s dark, slitted eyes flitted to you, watching the exchange, and her arm tightened around yours, hand clutching your wrist. It was the tiniest action, but it sent a thrill down the length of your spine nonetheless.

“Hi, how may I help you today?” the cashier grinned, lips painted a peculiar but lovely shade of periwinkle that brought out the soft blue in her eyes. You saw Yoonji’s face twist and dived in before she could ruin whatever momentary relationship you were about to build with this poor woman.

“Hi!” you greeted with a smile, removing your arm from Yoonji’s to start loading the items from your basket onto the counter. “Just these today, please.”

You could feel Yoonji’s gaze on you as you made conversation with the cashier and paid for your items, the heat of it causing the back of your neck to tingle.

“Are you making a love potion?” the cashier enquired as she bagged your rose thorns with the rest of the jars and bags.

You chuckled, opening your mouth to respond when Yoonji cut you off. The second the familiar tone of her voice graced your ears you knew you had to prepare for a quick escape.

“Are you making assumptions about her?” Yoonji might have sounded cool and unbothered to the untrained ear, but you were familiar with each curl of amusement and tinge of annoyance that slipped around the words that left her mouth. Her ears flicked, tail curling and coiling similar to how a cat’s body might before it pounced. “Are you saying she needs a potion to find love? That she’s not enough as she is? How unprofessional.”

You sighed, rifling quickly through your wallet for the notes you knew you’d put there yesterday.

The cashier sputtered, and you felt terrible but at the same time you knew you couldn’t stop Yoonji once she started. “I— I didn’t mean— I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to imply that at all!” she squeaked, hands trembling in their grip on the bag. You took it from her, fearing for the wellbeing of your ingredients and their fragile packaging.

Yoonji huffed, stance shifting so that she was leaning back slightly. Her tail flicked, head tilting and the raven locks of her bob swishing with it as she surveyed the cashier. The blonde girl had caved instantly, and like a cat that was toying with an animal that had died too quickly, it was no longer fun for her and she’d lost interest. She then turned away, grumbling, and waited as you hurriedly placed the notes in the cashier’s hand.

“I’m so sorry,” you murmured, offering a smile that probably turned out more of a grimace than anything. “I hope you have a lovely day.”

“Y-you too,” the cashier, Lena as you now noticed her nametag read, returned your change to your hand and you were quick to dart off, grasping Yoonji’s wrist as you went so she couldn’t go back if she changed her mind.

You deposited your bags in the backseat of your car, sliding into the driver’s seat and buckling up as you waited for Yoonji to join you. She soon did, slipping onto the seat with a sniff as she pointedly avoided your gaze. You made a soft noise as you twisted the key and started the car, waiting a moment to collect your thoughts.

“Why do you do that?” you asked, less judgement in your tone than you’d anicipated. Her ear flicked in your direction, but she was silent a moment longer before she spoke, arms crossed.

“‘S fun,” she mumbled, bottom lip jutting out slightly. She turned, slitted eyes sweeping and finding yours. You couldn’t read the emotion swirling in their depths, but you felt warmed nonetheless. “Doesn’t matter anyway, let’s go home. It’s cold and I want some hot chocolate.”

You had to fight a smile as you returned your attention to driving. She was a simple girl, your Yoonji. If you kept her warm and well fed, showered her with enough attention and listened to her when she whined, she was relatively easy to manage. If you didn’t do those things, in combination, well… you’d learned early on exactly how that went.

As the witch that had summoned her, you were technically the master in this situation. But you knew, and Yoonji probably did too, that she tended to take control more than you did. It wasn’t that you disliked having control, or wanted to be passive, but you just tended to remain unbothered by a lot of things and often didn’t care how some things would turn out. To Yoonji, this was unacceptable, and somewhere along the way she’d taken up the role of making the decision for you when those situations arrived.

This was one of the reasons you would describe the dynamic between you as peculiar. The roles you were meant to fit into didn’t quite work, and a lot of the time you found yourself the one at Yoonji’s mercy. Taking charge was second nature to her, a part of her personality, but you knew she took a certain thrill in it sometimes. You could only imagine what a field day she would have if she ever found out how much of a proverbial puddle you melted to at even the smallest of actions on her end. No, you were more often than not very much the one under her control. It worked, for the most part. You didn’t care enough to protest it, and couldn’t deny the flutter of excitement in your tummy every time she did take charge. A hand on your lower back to guide you, an unfailing defense of your integrity before it was even questioned. You trusted her, irrevocably, unwaveringly.

But that didn’t mean you weren’t going to put her on dinner duty tonight for being a rude ass.

x x x x x x x

Telling Yoonji it was her turn to make dinner went down about as well as you’d expected it to, but despite her numerous complaints and lowly grumbled threats she’d trudged on and made a pretty decent pasta dish. Honestly, you were impressed. Yoonji’s culinary capabilities were something that would make the most proper and trained of chefs cringe deeply in their tall, floppy hats and safety-regulated boots. So when she’d churned out something edible… well, you’d had to break out the praise.

As expected, she’d preened under your kind words, eating them up about as quickly and ravenously as you did the pasta. She mightn’t show it, but she was a sucker for praise and a good ego stroking. You tried to do it regularly, or your beloved Yoonji tended to get a bit stir crazy and resort to things like clawing your towels in a passive aggressive bid for attention. Honestly, sometimes it was like owning a real cat, minus the talking. Actually, you took that back. If Yoonji were a real cat, you were sure she’d be one of the incredibly loud ones that liked to complain and were really picky about their food.

You’d long since finished dinner and cleaned up after though, and now you were laying reclined on the couch, hip resting comfortably in the plush cushioning and stabilising you on your side. Yoonji was seated on the floor in front of you, ears flicking as she watched the television with you and gave odd comments on the reality show that had found its way onto your screen. It hadn’t taken her too long to get over her initial tantrum— it was more for show anyway. You knew Yoonji well enough at this point to know that she didn’t mind making dinner, but for some reason she couldn’t handle anyone knowing that. Girl had gone and given herself a complex somewhere along the line.

You were content where you were, if a bit cold. The blanket was on the other couch though, and you were far too comfortable to go about getting up and retrieving it. Eyes glassy, you continued watching the show— it was incredibly stupid, but helped when you wanted to tune out and use as little brain cells as possible while still remaining alive. You were intending to watch it a while longer before you went to bed. Your eyes were growing blurry in your exhaustion, and you knew you’d have to retire soon. So consumed in this thought, it surprised you greatly when Yoonji suddenly turned. She stared at you a moment, intense gaze leaving you flustered, before she shifted and started clambering up onto the couch next to you. You squeaked, shuffling back obediently and wrapping your arm around her waist when she nearly fell.

The hybrid shifted her position, shuffling lower so that her face rested just barely against your neck and collar bones and her ears tickled your jaw. One hand clutched your shirt between your bodies, presumably to anchor herself so she didn’t fall again, and the other clutched your waist. Her tail tickled your calf as she spoke.

“Pet me,” it was a quiet demand, and not one you were inclined to disobey. An amused smile curled your lips despite the embarrassment still freshly colouring your cheeks at her close proximity and actions. Your hand raised, fingertips sliding easily through silky locks and scratching against the sensitive skin of her scalp behind her ear. She let out a sigh, body relaxing, and melted into your ministrations. As soon as you started petting her head, she was essentially putty in your hands.

It didn’t take long for the purrs to start up, and as always you felt a certain swell of pride in your chest that you were able to reduce the formidable hybrid and her claws into this precious floppy kitten. As you brushed your fingers through her hair and rubbed her ears, her hands pressed into your flesh, kneading it much like you’d expect a cat would when they were content and satisfied.

This was pretty much the extent of your cuddling sessions. You’d hardly ever initiated them— it was usually Yoonji that approached you for pets. It had started with just softly stroking her head, and then had gradually evolved into where you were now. This new element, her arm clutching your waist, had your heart racing despite the fact she’d done it two other times before. God, you were so smitten with this dork.

You’d expected her to remain where she was for the rest of the time she felt inclined to ask for pets, since once she got what she wanted she hardly made efforts to do anything else. To your surprise, however, the hybrid in your arms shifted slightly, pressing her face closer to your neck, her breath brushing hotly against the sensitive skin as she continued to purr away. Your heartbeat lurched erratically, breath hitching ever so softly. Your hand almost stopped in her hair from surprise, but you managed to save yourself just in time. This was new— new, but more than okay. You cringed knowing Yoonji could hear your heart right now.

You thought she was done, but to your utter shock she moved even closer still, nose pressing against the column of your neck and lips just barely brushing your collarbones. Your stomach flipped, heart fluttering. Oh god, you couldn’t handle this. She was going to give you a heart attack.

Her scent surrounded you, musky and sweet and absolutely intoxicating. It lured you closer, whispered in your ear promises of things to come. Your heart had never longed for her more than it did now, and it scared you a little. Yoonji moved, closing the gap between you and pressing her lips to your collarbone. Your heart stopped, lungs freezing. God, she—

“y/n,” she murmured after a moment, still purring. Her soft petal lips brushed against your clavicle with each sound that left her mouth, tantalising and addictive. “Your hand. Move it.”

As though just remembering you even had a hand, you jerked it back into motion, Yoonji letting out a pleased hum as her purrs increased in volume to voice her satisfaction. God you were so whipped.

This was getting to be a problem, you really needed to ask for some help. You were getting in far too over your head.

x x x x x x x x

“I don’t see why we have to go to his place. You have the next week off, don’t you? Visiting Stinkjin can wait.”

A sigh rose in your throat, ready to fall from your lips, and you just barely kept it in place. Yoonji had been complaining on and off the whole car trip to Seokjin and Hoseok’s place, despite the fact you both knew she was at least a little glad to be going. She enjoyed bickering with Seokjin far too much for there to be any real heart behind her complaints, and although she wouldn’t ever admit it you knew she enjoyed playing with Hoseok, the dog hybrid that Seokjin shared his flat with. She liked to act annoyed whenever he was around, but the puppy had a knack for worming his way into everyone’s hearts and your cool-faced Yoonji was no exception.

“I want to get ahead this semester,” you said, only partially lying. “So I’m going to ask Seokjin some things to help me do that.”

Yoonji sniffed, turning her shrewd gaze to you, and for a moment you feared she’d picked up on your slight fib.

“You’re such a nerd,” she scoffed instead, a smile tugging her lips that she tried to hide by turning her head to window. “Fine, we can go so your dork ass gets ahead in schoolwork.”

You smiled at her ‘blessing’, and continued driving as you had been anyway. It was cute when she acted like you were going to listen and turn the car around at the first sign of protest from her.

As you expected, as soon as you pulled the car up she was hopping out, scampering up to the front door with her tail lashing behind her excitedly. She may have been able to control her face, but her extra appendages almost always gave her away. The door swung open at her incessant knocking and the bright, smiling face of Hoseok greeted you both. His grin shifted when he saw Yoonji however, features turning sly and determined as his body tensed.

“Hey Hoseok,” you greeted with a smile despite the fact he was too busy silently battling your cat to notice. There was a tense moment of silence as they both stood still and stared the other down, before Yoonji pounced with a yell.

Hoseok shrieked, letting out a loud laugh as he bolted back inside and down the hallway, Yoonji hot on his furiously wagging tail. Usually it was the dog that chased the cat, but it didn’t surprise you at all that Yoonji was the one giving chase. Smile curling your lips contentedly, you stepped into the flat and allowed the door to close behind you. Distantly, you heard Hoseok cackle loudly and sudden clatter, followed by a sharp yelp that no doubt belonged to Seokjin. Rounding the corner to the kitchen confirmed your suspicions, the hybrids out of sight but the other male in the house standing in the corner as he stared with wide eyes down at the metal tray on the floor. He blinked, coming back to his present and out of his momentary shock.

“Yah!” he yelled, pretending the hybrids would hear him and care. “No running in the kitchen! I almost dropped the pudding!”

At the mention of the dessert your interest was immediately piqued, and you rushed forward to gather the tin tray from the ground. It was never too early to get on Seokjin’s good side.

“Hey Jin,” you greeted, grinning knowingly as there was another crash somewhere else in the flat. You only hoped for Jin’s sake it wasn’t one of his possessions that had suffered. “Today is a baking day, I see?”

Seokjin pinned you with a blank stare and after a few moments you took the hint and looked around the rest of the kitchen. Cakes and muffins littered every available surface, cookies sitting neatly on platters and plates piled atop one another. You grimaced. Ah, so that’s what he was doing.

“I’m stress-baking,” Seokjin said, voice almost breaking in the middle of the sentence. You winced as he took the tray from you hands and dropped it in the sink full of other baking utensils in a flamboyant, careless motion, a loud CLANG echoing off the walls. “I had two essays due yesterday and another due today in six hours. I could be using this time to write, and plan, but no— fucking baking.”

This was something Seokjin more often than not did when he was extremely stressed from his studies. It was a nasty cycle, the procrastination didn’t help how he felt at all at the time but by the end of it he enjoyed munching on all the things he’d made. You didn’t know whether you’d lucked in or lucked out by coming here today.

You placed a hand on Seokjin’s shoulder, meeting his distressed gaze. “You got this, my dude,” you said, trying to instill the confidence in him that you knew he needed. You gestured to your chest for him to take a deep breath with you, and you both inhaled deeply, holding the air a split-second before you exhaled slowly through your mouth.

“Thanks, nerd,” Seokjin said after a moment, a smile tugging his lips. Your eyebrow twitched. What was with everyone calling you a nerd today? Unwarranted! The male’s head tilted as he surveyed you for a moment. “What brings you to our humble abode?”

You snorted, letting your hand fall from his shoulder as you stepped and nabbed a cookie from one of the many trays. He gave you a light look of disdain but otherwise didn’t protest, and you took it as the go-ahead to shove it in your mouth. God, it tasted amazing. The chocolate melting onto your tongue almost made you forget why you were here.

“Well,” you said, almost losing half of the cookie you’d bitten off in the process. You decided to chew a bit more before continuing. “I told Yoonji it was for school stuff, but I really need your advice on something.”

At once Seokjin’s demeanour changed, a sly grin curling his plump lips as his chest puffed with pride. “Oh? You need my advice? I thought I’d never see the day.”

“Shut up, Stinkjin,” you muttered, delighting in the affronted yelp he let out at the name your familiar had oh-so-kindly bestowed him. “Don’t make me regret graciously pouring this tea for you like the saint I am.”

The male grinned, posture straightening and broad shoulders shifting back as he rested his hands on the edge of the bench. “Do continue,” he said, resting his hips against the counter. “There hasn’t been any good drama lately, I’m parched.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t stop the smile fighting to stretch your lips. “Fuckin dork,” you said. “It’s about my… cardiovascular problems.”

Seokjin’s eyebrows pinched together in confusion. “Your what? Are you dying?”

You blinked at him, wondering if he was really that dumb today before remembering his assignments had probably fried whatever remaining brain cells he had, and then deciding to take pity on him. “No, you idiot. Not my real heart, my feelings heart.”

Realisation dawned over his face, mouth dropping open. “Ohh… well go on then my little apprentice, what’s troubling you? Did you finally go on a blind date like I suggested? Did he turn out to be a creep?”

He blinked, silent for a moment before he continued. “... Did she turn out to be a creep—?”

“Jin, I’ve told you about my problems before!” you whined, throwing your hands up. “You never remember what I tell you, god you’re so old!”

Seokjin’s face contorted as he let out a sharp, affronted gasp. “Excuse me? I’m not that much older than you—”

“Doesn’t matter!” you cut him off, listening as the racket Yoonji and Hoseok were making grew closer. “Listen, I think I’m starting to fall in love with Y—”

“y/n, we— Hoseok broke something again—” Yoonji’s cool voice reached you from the door, if slightly more out-of-breath than you’d expect.

“I really need your help with something from our herbology class, Jin!” you rushed to Seokjin as the feline entered the room, stopping as she saw you clutching Seokjin’s shirt. One of her dark eyebrows rose, the sound of Hoseok running down the hall to join you all filling your ears as she stared you down.

“y/n, I swear it wasn’t me! It was the she-demon!” Hoseok exclaimed in protest, panting lightly as he came and rested against the doorframe to the kitchen.

Instead of looking offended, Yoonji preened at what she no doubt took as a compliment. You tried to ignore them, but Seokjin had other plans. At the sight of the blue, ceramic shards in Hoseok’s hands, the male squawked.

“You bROKE MY MOTHER’S VASE?! HOSEOK!”

Hoseok shrieked, and once more you were witness as he hauled ass and was chased throughout the flat by a raven-haired individual with a personal vendetta. Sighing, you moved from the kitchen and into the living room, Yoonji following obediently and flopping next to you when you sat down on the plush sofa. They probably wouldn’t be done for a while.

For some reason, you didn’t think you were going to be getting any help from Seokjin today.

x x x x x x x x

Your visit to Seokjin and Hoseok’s flat had been crashed by two more of your friends and the local dorks, Taehyung and Jungkook. They weren’t the brightest of bulbs, and you said this because one of their primary forms of entertainment was riling Yoonji up without a single regard for the consequences that may follow. More often than not they left with scratches, and maybe a bite mark, but they kept coming back so really you couldn’t blame anyone but them for whatever mess they got themselves into.

They’d rocked up wearing sly looks that had immediately caused suspicion to swim in the back of your mind.

“Oh, y/n, you’re here,” Taehyung had said, not looking a single bit as surprised as his words might have implied. He shuffled further into the living room, Jungkook closing the front door behind himself and joining his roommate at the threshold. “What a coincidence!”

“What are you up to?” you’d queried, squinting in an attempt to discern whatever game they were trying to play from their features. They shifted, grinning. You could still hear Hoseok laughing in the background as he ran away from a huffing and puffing Seokjin. Yoonji glared at them from where she’d curled into your side in an uncharacteristic display of affection— you knew she was doing it so she wouldn’t get in trouble for her role in breaking Seokjin’s mother’s vase, though. Still, you weren’t one to turn down cuddles from the cute hybrid that had walked her way so confidently into your heart.

“What are we up to?” Taehyung had echoed, eyebrows shooting up in an exaggerated expression of shock. His hand came to press against his chest. “We’re not up to anything!! Oh, how you wound us, y/n!”

You’d rolled your eyes, and you could almost feel Yoonji doing the same. Jungkook spoke up next, almost disarming you with his cute bunny smile— almost.

“Are you both still coming to the end-of-month party tonight?” he’d asked, cocking his hip and crossing his arms as he leant his weight onto one leg.

Your eyes had narrowed at the suss change of topic. “... Yes,” you’d eventually answered. “Why…?”

They’d giggled, very suspiciously, and moved off to the kitchen, following Jungkook’s nose as he caught wind of the baked goods. “No reason! Make sure you come!”

And then they’d blocked themselves in the kitchen, leaving you and Yoonji in the living room until you’d eventually gotten sick of waiting for Seokjin to finish scolding Hoseok, and had left.

After a day of doing, well… pretty much nothing, the two of you were now here, on the doorstep of the decently aged house that Jungkook and Taehyung shared with their friend Jimin, who you actually didn’t mind too much. He wasn’t as much of a thorn in your side as the other two, so that definitely won him some points in the tolerability department. Compared to them, he was an angel.

Yoonji’s foot tapped impatiently, heeled boots clacking sharply against the pavement. You were waiting for someone to come and let you in, and in the meantime were standing outside their door, listening to the bass-heavy music pounding thought the air and the loud laughter of youths in their late teens and twenties echoing onto the street. Your familiar was glancing over the building, worrying her lip between her teeth without a care in the world for the dark matte liquid lipstick she’d painted it with earlier. You couldn’t help but admire her while you waited, taken as you usually were by just how beautiful she was. The svelte curves of her body in the short, dark crimson skirt and fitted black off-the-shoulder crop top were enough to make you sweat, your mind racing with thoughts you most definitely shouldn’t be having about your familiar, of all things.

But you couldn’t help it. You eyes were drawn to her stocking-clad legs, the dark garter she’d placed around one plush thigh and the flashes of smooth, pale honey skin peeking through the few intentionally placed rips and tears in the fabric. A select few bangles dangled from her wrists, glinting in the moonlight, and a dark choker wound around her neck in a way not dissimilar to a collar that hybrids usually wore. She was beautiful, and each sweep of your eyes over her frame had you antsier and even more smitten than before. You really wished they would open the door soon, because you needed to escape and you needed alcohol.

Yoonji was already fairly tall for a girl, and especially with those heels that accentuated her slender legs so nicely, she now stood a fair bit taller than you. It sent a certain thrill through you when she gazed down at you like this, slitted, feline eyes glowing almost in the low light as they met yours. It felt like, for a moment, she was seeing straight through you, into the deepest parts of your being and gazing upon the naked entirety of your soul. The moment was broken when she opened her mouth.

“You know,” she hummed, gaze sweeping over the length of your body. You fought back an involuntary shiver. “You look better in that dress than I thought you would. I guess I can forgive you for not taking my advice and wearing the black one.”

You snorted, amused, and turned your gaze down to the dress in question. You’d ignored Yoonji’s strongly worded suggestion earlier and opted for a cute, deep rose-coloured dress that had a low sweetheart neckline and cinched at your waist to flair and accentuate the curve of your hips. It was shorter than you usually tended to wear, but you were happy with how it looked in the end. You had a cute pair of shoes that rounded it off and a pretty choker around your own neck. You’d even styled your hair loosely and slapped on some pink lip colour to top it off.

“How kind of you,” you retorted, rolling your eyes playfully. Yoonji crossed her arms and pinned you with a blank stare, dark ears flicking atop her head and tail curling behind her.

Before the feline could respond, there was a noise from the door and finally it was swinging open to let you in. The grinning face of Jimin greeted you, pink hair flipped cutely across his forehead as he leaned out the door, music escaping through the gap to assault your ears.

“You’re here!” he cheered, eyes bright if glassy, no doubt from the contents of the cup in his right hand. “Tae and Jungkook said you were coming, but I didn’t know whether to believe them hehe.”

You smiled brightly, stepping forward and walking inside when Jimin moved out of the way for you. Yoonji followed you in, shooting Jimin a disdainful look as she went that the male promptly ignored.

“Of course,” you answered him, brushing your shoes against the mat inside the door. “We said we would, didn’t we?”

Jimin’s smile never wavered as he waited for you to finish before leading you further into the house and straight to the refreshments table, grabbing a cup of punch for each of you. “You did.”

You sniffed the cup, eyes almost watering from the strong, alcoholic fumes and sweet, cloying scent that mixed so alluringly with it. Jesus, apparently Jimin was on drinks tonight. You’d be lucky to wake up at all tomorrow at this rate, you’d yet to meet someone that mixed their drinks as strong as he did.

Yoonji held nothing back, throwing the bottom up and downing a generous amount of the cool liquid. She didn’t even flinch let alone sputter, and you were once more in awe of her. You had no idea how she did it— Jimin’s drinks, despite the copious amounts of sweeteners, were often like ingesting straight ethanol.

“Do I even want to know what’s in here?” you asked playfully, grinning at him before you took your own generous sip. Jimin laughed, running a sheepish hand through his hair.

“Probably not,” he said, grabbing another cup for Yoonji as she finished downing her first. You could only just hear him over the music “Ignorance is bliss, as they say.”

You giggled, turning your eyes to sweep over the room. Jimin noticed your glance, pointing a finger in the direction of the glass sliding doors on the opposite side of the room that led to the back yard. “Jin and Namjoon are out there, in case you’re wondering.”

You smiled, Yoonji cutting in. “Where’s Hoseok?” she queried, neutral expression giving way to the eager glint in her eyes. You had to fight back a giggle— for as prim and proper as she acted, she sure liked to chase Hoseok around like they were actually animals. So long as they had fun and didn’t end up hurt in the process, you didn’t care.

Jimin directed her to where he’d last seen the puppy hybrid in question, and she was off in an instant, darting through the dancing crowd of people in the middle of the room with her drink in hand and tail lashing behind her. You could tell when she found him from the sudden sharp yelp that pierced the air through the pounding bass and muffled vocals of whatever pop single was blasting through the house right now.

“Now, shall we head outside?” the blossom-haired male asked, extending his arm for you in an exaggerated fashion. You laughed, downing the rest of your drink with a slight wince and grabbing another before you looped your arm through his.

“Show me the way, noble steed,” you said, laughing when he shot you a look but began leading you through the crowd nonetheless. It was much cooler outside than inside, a noted lack of sweaty, dancing youths the most likely factor to thank for that. Jimin led you to where Seokjin and Namjoon stood at the corner of the yard, near a strangely placed fire pit that someone had lit along the way. That was fair, you supposed. If you didn’t make frequent trips inside the house you’d probably get much colder out here— the air had a pretty potent chill tonight.

When you got there, they were arguing about whether or not to roast marshmallows. Seokjin’s problem with the idea didn’t lie in in the fact that he didn’t think they should roast food, but that he didn’t think Namjoon should be the one to do it.

“I’m fine,” the male in question argued as you approached, gesticulating wildly and nearly losing the pink contents of his cup in the process. Your eyebrows rose as he continued. “I haven’t had that much to drink, I’m safe to be around fire!”

Seokjin snorted, crossing his arms with a knowing look. “You’ve had two drinks, and Jimin mixed them, so you’ve really technically had about five.”

Jimin giggled without a shred of remorse and flopped into one of the lawn chairs to the side, warming his legs by the fire. “Yeah Joon, I don’t even remember what I put in there so you should probably give it a miss tonight. Let Jin roast the marshmallows for you.”

You gave your cup a suspicious glance at his words, but decided that you’d already drunk enough anyway and may as well keep going. Onto your second cup already, you were beginning to feel its effects kick in. A pleasant buzz hummed in the back of your mind, your thoughts lighter, looser. You were going to get very drunk very quickly if you didn’t monitor yourself.

Despite Jimin’s words of warning, the two continued to bicker— for whatever reason, Namjoon really wanted to be the one roasting the marshmallows. Eventually Seokjin gave in, letting him roast some on the condition he kept the stick far above the flame and away from the embers. Namjoon, proud of his victory, had sat himself down by the fire with all the satisfaction of a toddler that had just gotten their toy back from someone who stole it and started piling marshmallows onto his stick. You didn’t have a great feeling about the outcome, but at least he was having fun.

You spent a fair amount of time out there with your friends, warming by the fire. Idly, you wondered exactly where Yoonji was, and if she planned on coming back to you anytime soon. Not that she had to, really, but you missed her… and maybe you got a bit jealous when she spent more time with others than with you. That was a feeling you usually tried to ignore though, and tonight wouldn’t be any different. You finished your second drink somewhere along the line, not long after Seokjin started his third alcohol-induced babbling of the night and brought his familiar, a little kitten named Nap Monster, out of his pocket where it had been peeking out the whole time. The alcohol was really getting to you— you hadn’t even noticed it was there.

The boys all went to coo over the kitten, and you decided you were done freezing out here for now and needed another drink. You tapped Jimin on the shoulder, gesturing to the house to tell him where you were going, and he nodded before returning his attention to the purring tabby in Seokjin’s hands.

The house was warmer than you remembered, and the party had started to devolve into drunken grinding and couples making out in the corners. You weren’t sure if you were much in the mood to dance tonight, and so simply made a beeline for the drinks. Since Jimin had grabbed you a drink last time, you hadn’t even realised that there was more than one option. Excited, you went for the tropical punch flavoured bowl and poured yourself some, eager to taste it.

Smooth citrus melded with the strong afterbite of alcohol flooded over your tongue, the sip you took going down easier than the others you’d drunk. He must have mixed this one a bit weaker. You made a note to smack him for giving you the stronger one as your first drink of the night before.

Drink in hand, you decided to wait a bit before you went outside once more. The room was full of people, many you didn’t know, but many that went to your university and that you did. Most of the people in here, if you had to hazard a guess, were magical in some way or another. Witches like yourself, wizards, maybe even a couple of creatures that had come to chill for a bit. It wasn’t uncommon to see vampires on campus or attending parties, and the same went for wolves. You thought you’d even glimpsed a sprite earlier in the corner, making out with a second year named Zitao that you used to tutor. Idly, you wondered if he got lucky. You wouldn’t be surprised, he knew how to work his charm well enough.

Your attention was torn from the occupants of the room by a hand brushing your arm. You turned, just barely registering how inebriated you were getting by how strange the movement had felt, and caught sight of a girl you hadn’t seen before but somehow looked oddly familiar. She smiled at you slyly, a kittenish turn to her deep pink lips as her hand trailed to grasp your own, the brush of her manicured fingertips brushing your skin sending a shiver down your spine.

She pulled you gently from your spot, and, drunkenly, you let her. Her long orange hair was slightly tousled, curled at the ends, and swayed prettily behind her as she led you to where others were dancing in the centre of the room, the bass still booming across the space to rattle your heart in your ribcage. Apparently having reached the spot she wanted, she turned, eyes meeting yours once more, and began to sway. The sashay of her hips, the tantalising brush of her thighs against yours, all lured you in closer and closer. You smiled, following her lead and allowing her to guide your movements with a loose hold on your hips. There was no harm in a dance, after all.

You’d consumed enough of Jimin’s drinks for you to be currently stumbling along the fine line between being seriously tipsy and completely drunk. Your filter had been lost, and your thoughts were a loosely structured mess that hardly worked to keep your impulse control in check. Smiling at the beautiful girl that had led you to dance, you allowed yourself to be taken by the beat and her soft, shifting movements.

To your surprise, another, larger set of hands brushed your waist from behind, and your head turned somewhat sluggishly to see the smiling face of Taehyung peering down at you. Your chest met his back and his hands shifted down to your hips, switching with those of the girl still swaying before you. You’d danced with Taehyung before and didn’t mind his sudden appearance, but you wondered where he’d been this whole time to only be showing up now.

Your skin grew hotter with each beat that passed, each shift of your bodies and sway of your hips. Your thoughts should have remained on the current moment, but they couldn’t help but stray to Yoonji— where was she? You wondered what she was up to, if she was okay. Hopefully she hadn’t broken anything else when she found Hoseok. Your teeth found your bottom lip as you were swept up in your thoughts, and you were only broken from them by a soft brush against your cheek.

Blinking, you vaguely registered the girl leaning closer, an alluring smile on her lips as her breath brushed your own. Her hand cupping her cheek, you were very quickly losing herself in the cool depths of her eyes—

A hand, cool and firm, wrapped around your wrist and you were yanked from between the two. You stumbled slightly, looking up in time to see Yoonji giving them both a murderous glare, spending a generous amount of time on Taehyung, as her tail thrashed angrily. She didn’t bother saying anything, simply turned on her booted heel and marched off, dragging you after her. You could hardly walk straight, and stumbled your way behind her, drink almost sloshing out of your cup on numerous occasions.

“Y-Yoonji—” you started, trying to see where she was going. She led you out of the main room, around the corner and into the hallway. “Yoonji, what are y— ah!”

Her grip still firm on your arm she stopped in place, turning on her heel and spinning you. Your back met the wall with a dull thud and a soft squeak from your lips, and the drink dropped from your hands. You didn’t even notice, all of your attention on the simmering girl before you. She was mad— why was she mad? Was it at you? You couldn’t stop staring into her furious, slitted eyes. God, she was so beautiful.

Yoonji stepped closer, ears flicking before she shifted and pressed you against the wall with her pelvis against yours, her thigh slipping between your own to pin you in place. Your breath hitched, eyes wide as your heart skipped a beat and rushed into a racing pace. One of her hands found your waist, the other coming to cup your jaw, thumb pressing against the soft flesh of your cheek.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded, voice low and taking on a husky edge that had your stomach flipping and legs quivering. Her face was so close to yours you could smell the thick scent of alcohol on her breath. “I leave you alone for an hour and you go grinding against the first people you see on the dance floor?”

Your breath quivered, wide eyes blinking as you regarded her. “I— I wasn’t— where have you been—?”

“You— you shouldn’t,” Yoonji paused, taking a breath, her dark brows furrowing. Her hips rolled sightly against yours, pressing you further into the wall, and you gasped at the sudden spike of pleasure that shot to your core as her thigh rubbed against you.. “You shouldn’t go dancing with others like that.”

You couldn’t think of what to say, mind going blank save for the thought that her face was so close to yours and god, you wanted to kiss her so badly. Her chest brushed yours, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your waist.

“What are you going to do about it?” you finally managed, head falling back slightly against the wall. You didn’t know where the words were coming from, but couldn’t stop them now that they’d started. Your breath came quicker than it should have, stomach flipping as you watched the glint in her eyes swirl and darken. Heat flushed over your cheeks from the alcohol and your arousal, skin scorching beneath her gaze. “What will you do, Yoonji?”

She was silent. Her eyes stared into yours a moment more, flitting to your pink-stained lips before returning once more. She drew closer, pulled like you were magnetised and luring her in. One moment more as she stared into your eyes, and then they were fluttering closed and her mouth was on yours.

Yoonji kissed you deeply, soft petal lips firm against your own and teeth unforgiving as they took your bottom lip between them. You whined, moaning softly, hips shifting up and hands coming to clutch her arms and waist. Through the haze in your mind you registered the pleasure her touch brought, the intoxicating flavour of her lips and tongue against your own. There wasn’t a question about who had control in this union— Yoonji had you completely and utterly whipped for her, whimpering at each shift of her hips and moaning softly as she nipped your lip.

She pulled back, allowing you a moment to catch your breath before she returned for a peck, kissing messily over your jaw and onto your neck. Your back curved, arching into her, as she suckled the skin, your stomach fluttering at the claim she was laying over you. Yoonji’s hips rolled, thigh rubbing against your core once more, and you moaned, gasping as the pleasure flooded your senses. “Yoonji—”

The way her tongue laved over the sensitive skin of your neck had your heartrate spiking, the gentle press and suction of her lips and the wet, sinful noises her mouth made as it traveled down your throat, were almost more than you could handle. You were getting so lost in the sensations, the feel, taste, scent of her, you were just barely keeping your head above the water. Her hand left your waist to trail up, cupping your breast and kneading gently, thumb bringing your nipple to a hardened peak through the material of your dress. You whined softly, the hybrid’s teeth grazing your skin and ears flicking against your jaw. It was so much, too much, you could hardly keep up. Soft noises tumbled from Yoonji’s own lips as she licked and sucked over your collarbones, the shifting and straining of your own hips meaning that your thigh ground against her core too.

“Y-Yoonji…” you moaned, breath hitching softly. “Please…”

You were at the point where you no longer knew what you were saying, but for some reason it seemed to snap Yoonji out of whatever haze had taken hold of her. She pulled back with a start, panting slightly, her thigh slipping from between your legs as she took two steps back and regarded you with wide eyes and furrowed brows. The sudden rush of cool air against your core confirmed how drenched your panties had become, Her lipstick was smeared slightly, lighter than before and no doubt transferred to your throat and jaw.

“I…” she took another step back, blinking. Her ears lowered and her tail curled around her thigh. She took another step back. “You…”

Eyebrows furrowed and still looking every bit as pissed as she had been when she first dragged you here, Yoonji shook her head and turned on her heel. You barely had time to blink before she was gone, her tail the last thing you saw as it disappeared around the corner. You blinked, and for some reason wanted to cry.

Your hand came up to press against your chest, a hopeless attempt to soothe the sudden emptiness you felt behind your ribs. You blinked again, vision blurring before you wiped your eyes clumsily. You were so confused, you could hardly think and you had no idea what to think. She was mad, was she still mad at you? But she’d just…. Your heart had soared so high earlier that the crash that had come when she tore away from you was almost more than you could handle. You couldn’t remember the look in her eyes as she’d turned, but in your moment of weakness you couldn’t shush the thoughts whispering insidiously at the back of your mind. Had it been regret that shone in those dark orbs? Disgust? Your arms came to hug your body; you were suddenly very cold without the heat of your familiar’s body pressed against your own. Right, your familiar. How stupid you were to get your hopes up, to think she might....

You sniffed, wiping your eyes and turning to the red plastic cup that lay discarded on the floor, along with the remnants of your drink. Thoroughly confused and disappointed in yourself, you picked it up from the floor and turned back down the hall. You needed another drink.

x x x x x x x

“Good morning ladies!”

You jerked from your slumber, eyes flying open and a crusty, grainy ache registering a split-second later. You groaned loudly, attempting to move your arm and rub the sleep and grime from your eyes; your head was absolutely pounding. You shifted, meeting resistance. Your arm didn’t move. Wait.

At some point last night you’d passed out, although you didn’t know when. The plan had always been to crash at Jungkook’s place afterwards, so you weren’t worried about that, but you’d clearly been too busy drinking your troubles away to bother drinking water to save yourself some pain in the morning. You hadn’t regretted it then, but you were certainly regretting it now. You usually weren’t so bad, you usually had Yoonji nearby to monitor your intake—

You sat up with a strained noise, your eyes falling upon the hybrid in question and causing you to freeze as all the memories from last night came rushing back. Your cheeks instantly burned with the scorching heat of shame and humiliation. You tore your gaze from the raven-haired hybrid, missing the conflicted look that crossed her face after. How had you ended up sleeping next to her? You’d crashed on Taehyung’s bed, and hadn’t caught sight of Yoonji ever since she ran off and left you in the hallway.

In your effort to avoid Yoonji’s eyes, you met the excited gazes of Taehyung and Jungkook, a matching pair of shit-eating grins on their faces. Instantly, even through your murky thoughts and the dull thudding at the base of your skull, you were suspicious.

“What do you want?” you croaked, taken aback for a moment by just how terrible you sounded. You cleared your throat. “Better yet, why did you wake me up when you didn’t even bring food?”

Jungkook laughed, nudging Taehyung forward after they shared a grin and an amused look. The male beamed at you.

“You’re totally not handcuffed together right now,” he said, then waited a moment for dramatic effect. “April Fools!”

It took a minute for his words to sink in, and when they did you swore your heart stopped. What? They wouldn’t…. Your eyes flew to the empty packet for enchanted handcuffs in Jungkook’s grasp. Annoyance began to curl within you. Oh, apparently they would. You hadn’t even realised that today was April first— if you’d known you definitely wouldn’t have stayed overnight in the same house as Taehyung and Jungkook. That was just asking for it.

You may have been slightly bothered by the situation, but Yoonji was furious.

“You what,” she hissed, the hair on her tail raised and prickled as it thrashed behind her. She’d sat up some time after you, and now tugged her wrist up harshly. You yelped as your own was yanked with it, your eyes going to the silver, inscribed handcuffs linking you together. Enchanted, they were enchanted. Of course those two idiots would handcuff you to Yoonji with enchanted handcuffs. “Tell me you fucking idiots didn’t put magical handcuffs on us.”

Not even Yoonji’s admittedly expected, dark mood in reaction could tear the grins off their faces. “We did!” Jungkook snickered, clapping his hands together. “As a prank! Because it’s April Fools!”

Yoonji stared at them in disbelief, brows furrowed, and you tried to ignore the hollow feeling beginning to well inside you at how much she was protesting being stuck near you. She was just hungover, and tired, and probably didn’t even remember what she did last night.

“Jungkook, Taehyung,” Yoonji said, tone scarily cool considering the murderous look on her face. “I’m going to scratch your eyes out. Give me the release spell.”

For the first time since you’d woken up, the two males seemed afraid. Taehyung laughed, the sound nervous and strained as he clapped Jungkook on the shoulder. “Ahaha, ah you’re right, this was fun enough. Jungkook, give them the spell.”

The male nodded furiously, reaching into the plastic packaging held tightly in his grasp. He rifled around a second, expression concentrated before it suddenly fell and horror washed over his features.

“Jungkook,” Yoonji ground impatiently. “Where. Is the spell.”

The younger male looked like a deer caught in headlights and Taehyung quickly adopted a similar look as he realised the problem. “Oh no.”

Jungkook’s eyes flicked down to the title of the package, and then back to Yoonji’s. He grimaced.

You could tell the moment your familiar caught on to the issue at hand, the second she read the packaging, because it felt like it dropped several degrees in the room. “You put fucking twenty-four hour magic cuffs on us?”

Jungkook squeaked, Taehyung taking subtle steps back to further his chance of survival. “Uh, we— uh… maybe.”

Yoonji hissed, hackles raised, and the two males yelped and darted away as the feline lurched from the bed— promptly forgetting you were attached to her for now and dragging you with her. She hadn’t accounted for the extra weight, and you’d both been sent tumbling to the floor. Despite the obstacle, the boys didn’t last long. Yoonji was going to make sure to pay them back for such a stunt, no matter how long it took.

x x x x x x x

The trip home was spent in silence— the uncomfortable kind that left you feeling unsettled and anxious. You couldn’t stop thinking about what happened the night before, and even now as you sat next to Yoonji on the bus your mind continued to return to the memory, playing it over and over again in your mind’s eye. You’d enjoyed it, she seemed to enjoy it, but apparently not— the entire trip, and even before you’d left, while you were still at Jungkook’s flat, Yoonji hadn’t spoken a word to you. You could tell she was pissed, but aside from that you had no clue as to the inner workings of her mind. Although, given how strongly she’d reacted and protested to being stuck to you for twenty-four hours, you didn’t have much hope for how this next day was going to go, or the fate of your feelings for that matter.

You were… confused. You didn’t know what to think, how to react. You liked Yoonji, perhaps even more than that as you’d been realising recently, and you’d always held out a ridiculous hope that maybe she did too. She’d never indicated otherwise, she was cool but showed affection when she wanted to and she was nice to be around— she’d never indicated that maybe she felt otherwise until today. A part of you knew you were probably overthinking it, overreacting, but you couldn’t deny the feeling that had been twisting in your chest and clenching in your abdomen ever since last night. It was the perfect opportunity for all your fears to rise to the surface, and in the tense silence that had settled between you ever since you’d woken this morning, that was exactly what they were doing.

As much as you hoped otherwise, you realised that she probably regretted it, and that you’d probably done something to piss her off— even when she was mad at others, she still usually spoke to you. Now, she wasn’t doing that, and the idea of Yoonji being mad at you for something, regardless of the fact you had no idea why or if she even really was, kind of made you want to cry. God, everything just felt so messy and you had no idea what to think or what to do.

After a long ride spent without a single word shared between you, your stop finally came and you were quick to disembark, Yoonji in tow. You’d gotten a few strange looks on the way, walking cuffed together at the wrists as you were, but ignored it in favour of getting home quicker. You didn’t know why, especially since you wouldn’t be able to escape Yoonji for a good twenty-something hours, but you tried not to dwell on it too much. Your head was already hurting enough as it was.

Yoonji was distracted as you walked the rest of the way home, brows furrowed as she walked slightly behind you, attention fixed blankly on your surroundings. She still didn’t speak to you all throughout the rest of the morning, as you both went through some mindless chores before having to face the inevitable.

Finally, eventually, you could avoid it no longer. After a night of drinking and getting up to questionable things, you felt gross. You were in dire need of a shower, and you were willing to bet Yoonji was too. You’d spent a good hour or so procrastinating it, but you knew you couldn’t avoid it forever and so decided to bite the bullet.

Hence how you found yourself in the bathroom several minutes later, blushing hard as you heard Yoonji slipping her clothes off behind you. You’d been the one to suggest a shower; she still had yet to speak to you. It hurt you a little, but you were just going to bear with it for now. You didn’t really know what else to do.

The shower in your apartment had a curtain instead of a door, something that was proving to be very useful right about now. You shifted back with Yoonji as she moved into the shower, pulling the curtain across and turning the taps. You heard her give a soft yelp as the water hit her, a cute little habit you noticed she had whenever she touched water. She didn’t dislike it, much the opposite, but you supposed it was somewhat of a carry-over from the feline genetics.

Your mind was such a mess, you had so many other things to be thinking about, but you couldn’t stop your mind from straying to what was going on behind you. You cursed the fact you had such a vivid imagination, and stood there blushing for the entirety of Yoonji’s turn in the shower. You really wished your thoughts didn’t insist upon taking such an inappropriate turn when you were stuck in a situation like this, but you supposed that was what fuelled them so much.

Sooner than you were prepared for, there was rustling from the shower curtain and you could hear Yoonji stepping out, the water still running loudly. More rustling as she grasped her towel and covered herself, and more heat rushing to scorch across your cheeks as your brain conjured a vivid mental image of each action. Yoonji tapped your wrist to indicate you were good to go, and with a shaky breath you started taking off your clothing.

You didn’t get very far before you encountered an obstacle. Your arms strained, and you let out a huff as you tried one last time before giving up.

“Yoonji?” you spoke up, voice quivering in an almost indiscernible manner. “Can you, um… can you help me?”

You gestured with your hand behind you at your dress zipper, and the hybrid hummed. You felt her step closer, fingertips brushing the skin of your back as her hand moved to the zipper. Despite your efforts to control it, your heartbeat accelerated, thudding anxiously against your ribcage. The shower continued to run, a fuzzy background noise as all your focus was drawn to the soft feel of her fingertips running down your spine to the top of the zipper. She gripped it, beginning to tug down, and your breath trembled on the exhale as your bare back was slowly revealed to her inch by inch. You fought the shiver that wanted to roll down your spine, body alert and attuned to every touch and brush of her nimble fingers. As the portion of your back that should have sported a bra strap was revealed to be bare, you just barely heard Yoonji’s breath hitch, sending a thrill through your chest. The tension that had already been between you shifted, thickening in a way that was almost addictive as it rode on your breath and dissolved into sweetness on your tongue.

Yoonji’s fingers trembled as they left your skin. “There,” she said, voice raspy and thick in her throat. Thoroughly embarrassed and shamefully aroused, you hurried to finish undressing once she murmured that she’d turned back around. Slipping into the shower, you were quick to do everything you needed to do; the scalding temperature at which Yoonji preferred her water helped to bring alertness back to the forefront of your mind once more. God, what were you doing?

The time spent after the shower was equally as awkward, but less tense. Yoonji still didn’t really say much, but the few words she’d spoken in the bathroom had sparked hope that maybe she wasn’t that mad at you after all. Once you were both dressed, you’d both come to the unanimous conclusion that a nap was in order— the troublesome duo who had thrust this situation upon you had woken you up at an ungodly hour, after all. There had been a beat of silence as you both realised you’d have to sleep next to each other, and eventually you’d decided on your bed.

So here you lay, turned away from each other as much as the handcuffs would allow and sitting in silence. Your teeth worried your bottom lip as time stretched on and neither of you were asleep— you could hear Yoonji shifting every now and then, feel her tail twitch against your thigh in a motion that betrayed her wakefulness.

The longer you lay here, the more you were consumed in your own thoughts and insecurities. Yoonji was still mad, and even though you knew a lot of it wasn’t at you, it felt like some of it was. But why? You hadn’t done anything, except kiss her back and grind against her while pressed into a wall last night. Your stomach dropped. Was that it? Did she regret it? Perhaps she was disgusted, perhaps it had been a mistake on her part and she’d never really thought of you that way, the way you wanted her to. You hated not knowing, hated feeling so shit, but you didn’t know how to ask her. Even if those questions went unanswered, it would be fine, so long as Yoonji wasn’t angry at you anymore. You could deal with it if she returned to acting the way she used to around you.

It was for this reason that you decided to speak— something was better than nothing at all, even if it was probably going to hurt either way. You didn’t quite expect your voice to waver and eyes to water the way they did though.

“Yoonji,” you started, biting your lip when your eyes began to sting a little. You heard her grunt an acknowledgement. “If I did something to make you mad, I’m sorry.”

There was a moment of silence that hung in the air before she spoke, voice raspy. “What?”

You took a deep, shuddering breath, rolling onto your back but keeping your eyes fixed on the ceiling. “I know you’re mad, and its mostly at them, but it feels… like you’re mad at me too, and I… I don’t like it when you’re mad at me. So if I did something, I’m sorry.”

The more you spoke, the less you’d been able to keep down the feelings swirling in your chest and at the sound of your voice shaking and catching in your throat Yoonji lurched from where she lay beside you. She sat with wide eyes as she gazed down at you, a horrified look crossing her features as she took in your watering eyes and trembling bottom lip.

“Oh no, baby no,” Yoonji rushed to amend things, the pet name sending your stomach into flips despite your current mess of emotions. Her hands rose to cup your face as she knelt at your side, knees brushing your ribs. Her thumbs brushed over your cheeks, skin warm against yours. “No, y/n, please don’t cry, oh shit. I’m not angry at you at all, I’m— I’m just—”

She let out a frustrated breath, eyes staring into yours beseechingly, desperately. “I’m angry at the boys, but not at you— not at all. I… why do you think I would be angry at you?”

You’d never seen Yoonji look so heartbroken as she did now at the prospect that you were hurting because of her. Her ears were almost flat against her head, tail twitching and curling anxiously. You tried not to look as pathetic as you answered, fingers playing with the sheets and your other hand hanging from where it was bound to her wrist. “I.. I don’t know. I just thought you regretted last night, or something, and I just… it was dumb but I got my hopes up then you ran away and then you didn’t really talk all day and—”

“Shh, shh,” the hybrid shushed you gently, a pained glint in her eyes as she regarded your expression and registered the words bubbling forth without a filter from your lips. “Stop right there. God, I’m an idiot.”

You shut up obediently, watching with wide eyes as she took a few unsteady breaths. Several long moments later she returned her gaze to you and continued. “First of all, I was mad at them and I shouldn’t have let that transfer into how I acted around you. I’m sorry for causing you turmoil and hurting you, y/n.”

Your heart ached at her words, but you didn’t have time to speak before she was starting again. “And secondly, I ran away because I was drunk and thought I fucked everything up. I was scared. But I didn’t, and still don’t, regret it. Frankly, I wish I had done more.”

Her blunt, impromptu confession caused your breath to hitch, heart fluttering against your ribcage. You had to blink to be sure you weren’t dreaming. What did she just—

“You w-what—” you started, eyes wide as her words began to really sink in. Even through the expression of slight distress displayed over her features, there is a kittenish curl to her lips and an amused tilt to her eyes.

“You heard me,” she said softly, ears flicking as they picked up the sound of your erratic heartbeat. There was a light pink attempting to colour across her high cheekbones, sunlight from the window casting a warm glow across her features.

That you did, but you were still having trouble processing it. You blinked, your earlier feelings of insecurity fading more with each second that passed. From deep in the recess of your chest came a sudden bout of confidence, and you decided to ride it while you could.

“Then why don’t you pick up where you left off?” you breathed, eyes remaining locked to hers. You watched as the feline’s pupils dilated at your words, her breath hitching. She stared at you a moment longer, and then snapped into action.

She shifted, one leg swinging over your body so she was straddling your hips and waist with her plush thighs, her core pressing over your pelvis. A gasp tore from your lips, heart skipping a beat as a sly smile curved her own and she rolled her hips experimentally, leaning down to revel in the moan that fell from your mouth at the shot of pleasure curling in your abdomen. “Since you insist.”

And then her mouth was on yours for the second time in a day, her petal lips gliding like silk over your own and eliciting soft noises from you that you hadn’t even known you were capable of making. Her tongue snuck out to lap at your bottom lip, your stomach flipping and breath catching in your throat at the sensation. A shudder fought to roll down your spine, your free hand lifting to clutch at her waist as your hips rolled up to meet her own.

Yoonji broke from your lips with a soft whine, ears flicking. You noticed that despite showering, she had yet to take off the choker she’d worn last night, and the sight of it wrapped around her neck had your heart skipping a hurried beat. Arousal began flooding the recesses of your mind, seeping in like a thick, crawling fog. Yoonji’s expression shifted, a scolding edge to the turn of her lips as she ground down over your core and tore another moan from your throat.

“Let’s not forget who’s in charge here, sweetheart,” she murmured, voice low and feline eyes flashing with promise as she twisted the hand that was bound to her own and pressed it into the plush bedding of the mattress beneath you. Butterflies swarmed in your tummy, fuelled by the thick tension in the air and the sheer, unadulterated desire you harboured for the girl above you.

When you made no further attempts to fight for control your familiar smiled, a sight so beautiful and sudden it almost shocked you into the next dimension were it not for her head diving to press those sinful lips against your throat. Your little tryst in the hallway last night had left you with a pretty smattering of marks across your throat and below your jaw, and Yoonji seemed delighted at the sight as she worked diligently to deepen their colour and paint more across your skin.

The firm press of her tongue against your throat before she suckled blossoms over the sensitive stretch of skin had your hips straining to move, core throbbing with want and desire. Her free hand dragged down your side, fingers catching on the soft folds of your silk sleep shirt and tugging the material playfully as she went. Your own free hand lifted to wind in her hair, fingers reaching to scratch her scalp behind her flicking ear. Yoonji moaned lowly against the dip in your clavicle, teeth grazing the skin and sending a sudden, sharp shiver of pleasure down your spine.

“Ah, Yoonji,” you gasped as she travelled lower towards your sternum. Her hand lifted from your waist, taking your shirt with it and shoving it above the swell of your breast. You whined as cool air affronted bare skin and your nipples began to harden. Yoonji was not one with an abundance of patience, and was kissing and suckling her way up the curve of your mound before you could blink, taking the stiff bud into the heat of her mouth and suckling it to a hardened peak. You gasped loudly, a whine falling from your throat as the pleasure shot straight to your core and you writhed beneath the hybrid.

Yoonji hummed against your chest, hand taking a moment to knead the supple flesh before it trailed lower, over your ribs and across the soft swell of your tummy to dive beneath the waistband of your pants and straight between your thighs. A sharp moan tore from your lips, your thighs trembling with the effort it took not to buck your hips into her tender, teasing touch. Her fingers brushed over you clit, leaving you breathless, to slide further and run along your slit. Your head was swimming with the heady desire hanging sweetly in the air, thoughts a muddled mess of how much you wanted her, how much you felt for her.

Yoonji shuffled her hips back onto your thighs to accommodate her wandering hand, teeth catching on your nipple and eliciting a sharp yelp that melted into a long, low moan. Your fingers tightened in her hair, tugging the silken strands, and she moaned lowly against your breast. She was sure to share the attention, shifting her lips to the other breast and laving it with her tongue before enveloping it in the tantalising wet heat of her mouth.

Her fingers continued their venture, running along your slit and collecting the abundance of slick on her fingertips. Her thumb shifted, grazing teasingly over your clit for a moment before she relented and pressed it down, using your juices to rub smoothly. You moaned loudly, the sound catching in your throat as your hips rolled into her touch. Pleasure sparked up your spine, Yoonji’s teeth clamping around your sensitive bud and increasing the sensation with the exhilarating mixture of pain.

She released your nipple with a soft pop, a grin curving her kittenish lips that very much made her look like the cat that was currently eating the canary. Her tongue flicked between her teeth as she gazed down at you, preening at the flustered mess you were in her hands. Her finger dipped into your entrance teasingly and as you whined, she purred, “Oh baby, you’re so wet.”

She leant down then, her lips grazing your ear. “How long have you wanted this, hm? Is it as long as me?” her teeth brushed your earlobe dangerously, sending a thrill down your spine.

“S-so long,” you whimpered, rocking your hips into her hand as she teased you some more. “I’ve wanted you so long, Yoonji, please—”

The feline hummed, pressing a kiss behind your jaw and revelling in the hitch of your breath. “Good manners, baby. What a good girl you are.”

Without warning her finger dipped, easing into you, and you gasped loudly, fingers of the hand she was pressing to the bed searching for something to clutch. Yoonji intertwined your fingers and your heart soared before flipping back into your chest as her other hand busied itself at your core. Thumb working consistent circles over your clit, Yoonji’s finger began to shift and thrust within you. You moaned, walls fluttering, and the feline cursed aloud at the sensation.

“Fuck, baby you’re so tight,” she said, her breath shuddering slightly as she exhaled. Her cool countenance was betrayed by the pink tint to her cheeks and her swollen, flushed lips, her breath coming shorter, quicker. It made your chest swell in pride to see that you were affecting her almost as much as she was affecting you. “You’re gonna take my fingers so well, hm?”

You whined loudly as another finger brushed your entrance, sliding in alongside the other with ease and causing the slightest stretch of your walls. You were so wet that even now your slick was gushing out around Yoonji’s slim fingers, wetting your thighs and panties. Your thighs trembled, hips rolling to meet her for each thrust of her fingers she gave. Yoonji tutted, slamming her fingers in and curling them up, fingertips pressing directly against your g-spot.

A sharp cry tore from your throat, your spine arching slightly and your hips straining at the sudden, hot flush of pleasure that tingled over your skin. “Fuck, Yoonji!”

Your eyes cinched shut and you missed her grin, and so had no time to prepare yourself before she was thrusting into you again and adding a third finger, fucking you open at a steady pace. With her fingers inside you and her thumb working your clit, combined with your already heightened state of arousal, it didn’t take long for your abdomen to begin to tense, a coil winding tighter and tighter with each strong thrust of her digits into you, each curl that had her fingertips pressing against your g-spot. Your whines and moans grew more hurried, messier, and your hand scrambled for something to clutch. The feline moaned sharply as you grasped her ear without thinking, fingers kneading, and her own movements increased in speed.

You could barely breathe as you tried to keep up with her, pleasure tingling hotly up your spine and heat flushing over your skin. Your walls clenched tighter around Yoonji’s fingers, pulling a harsh gasp from her lips, and at the indication of how close you were to finding your release she doubled her efforts, concentrating on your g-spot and clit.

You yelped, back arching as it all became too much and the tension within you snapped, a sharp cry tearing from your throat. You came harder than you had in a while, hand leaving Yoonji’s head to cover your face as your thighs trembled and body twitched in the aftermath of your orgasm, soft whimpers and moans tumbling from your lips as Yoonji continued to finger fuck you through it.

Just when you thought it would be too much, the sensations too strong for you, Yoonji relented and slipped her fingers from your core. Your release immediately gushed forth to trickle from your aching hole, and your eyes fluttered open in time to see the feline lift her hand and slip her cum-soaked digits into her mouth. Your heart stuttered, breath catching at the sight, and at the soft moan that slipped past her fingers you were shocked to find arousal shooting to your core once more.

Her hand slipped from her lips, tongue peeking out to catch anything she’d missed and sweeping over her swollen bottom lip. Her ears flicked, pleased, and she smiled as she adjusted her position and grasped your shorts and underwear to drag them promptly from your form. You yelped, surprised, and shivered at the cool air now hitting your drenched pussy. Yoonji threw the clothes to the side and climbed back between your thighs, shuffling lower than before so her face was above your dripping, throbbing core.

“Y-Yoonji, I already came you don’t have to— ah!” you squeaked as your familiar ignored you and immediately dipped her head down, licking a fat stripe up your folds and causing pleasure to return tenfold. You were still sensitive, and didn’t stand a chance when the feline buried her face between your thighs and began lapping up the generous amount of your juices, happy moans slipping from her throat every now and then. Each brush of her slick tongue against your clit had your thighs trembling and struggling to close in oversensitivity, sharp whines tearing from your throat as she ate you out in earnest. Not a single drop of your essence escaped her, and even when she’d lap it all up she’d return her attention to your clit and proceed to clean the gush of wetness that would follow.

Your free hand shot down to her head, fingers winding into her hair and body trembling as you were brought back up to the peak more rapidly than last time. The obscene noises she made without a care in the world as she ate you out with her sinful tongue only added to the pleasure in your abdomen and soon you were cumming again without warning, a sharp cry escaping you and your back arching, hips rolling onto her tongue. Your entire body quivered and trembled as pleasure washed over you and your second orgasm struck you just as hard as the first, your thighs feeling like jelly on either side of her head. Yoonji continued lapping up your release with kittenish licks until you were writhing beneath her, trembling hand on her head trying to move her away because it was too much.

“Y-Yoonji, I can’t, please, f-fuck—” you moaned wantonly, voice a sharp whine as you pleaded with the hybrid. With one final lick along your slit she lifted her head, nailing you with a cheshire grin as she licked the remnants of your slick from around her lips.

“You did so good, baby,” she purred, leaning her head against your thigh as she gazed at you with hooded, lustful eyes. “You taste so good, you look so pretty when you cum.”

Your heart flipped, stomach dropping excitedly at her words. A soft moan fell from your lips before you used your intertwined hands to tug her up and press your lips to hers once more. The hybrid gave a surprised moan, quickly melting into the kiss and moving her mouth against yours in a way you could only describe as sinful after what you’d just experienced it could do.

You continued to kiss her for a moment as you gathered all the strength in your weak, trembling limbs before using it to flip you both, your body falling between Yoonji’s thighs as her back met the mattress. She broke from your lips with a gasp, surprised eyes meeting yours in question. You’d caught her off-guard enough that she couldn’t think of anything to say, so you said it for her.

“It’s your turn, pretty kitty,” you said, delighting in the hot, pink flush that coloured your hybrid’s cheeks at the words. Yoonji sputtered, but you didn’t give her time to recover before your fingers were catching in the waistband of her shorts and tugging them down the smooth expanse of her legs. Another cute gasp that had your heart swelling with affection, and you were pushing the cotton material of her t-shirt up to expose her chest.

She was still thrown for a loop, watching your movements as though in a trance with a furious blush across her cheeks. Her tail came to curl around the arm that was linked to hers, and you freed your hand in favour of grasping the appendage and rubbing your thumb along it. Yoonji gasped loudly, the sound melting into a wanton moan and her hips tilting up. Her pussy was so pretty, flushed pink and glistening with her arousal for you. You were in awe, amazed that you’d had such an effect on her without even really touching her.

All of Yoonji’s body was beautiful, it was something you’d already known and accepted long ago, but seeing it here before you, laid out and so breathtaking, really reminded you how lucky you were. You leant up, pressing a kiss to her lips before moving and pressing kisses along her jaw, suckling the skin that was sweet and salty from a light sheen of sweat over her throat. Yoonji’s lips chased yours before her head fell back and she whined softly, breath coming shorter the lower your kisses and suckles traveled. You paid special attention to her collarbones, the area above her sternum, and suckled blossoms over the swell of her breasts. You sucked the skin just shy of her areola into your mouth harshly, teeth grazing, and Yoonji whined once more, hips bucking up. You used your free hand to pinch her other pebbled nipple and tease it into a stiff peak, using your body to pin her hips down. You could feel her wetness against your navel and moaned softly against her skin.

After teasing her by placing your mouth everywhere but the part of her breast where she wanted it most, you finally relented and wrapped your lips around her nipple, enveloping it into the velvet heat of your mouth, and relishes in the high-pitched mewl that escaped Yoonji’s lips. You continued lavishing her chest in attention until she was squirming beneath you, her thighs wrapping around your waist and hips straining to grind against you for some friction, anything to ease the throbbing desire in her core.

“F-fuck, b-baby,” you’d never heard her voice so unstable, so thick and needy with desire. It made pleasure curl in your own abdomen. You decided it was probably time to give her what she wanted so badly.

You hummed, releasing her nipple with a soft pop and pressing kisses down her abdomen. Her stomach quivered, thighs quaking in anticipation, and you brought your free hand down to run along her slit. She whined loudly, cursing and throwing her head back as you continued teasing her, mouth arriving over her core to dart your tongue out and brush her clit. Her tail curled in your hold, and you reminded yourself to continue rubbing it as you went— you knew her tail was incredibly sensitive. Your memory served to be correct as Yoonji’s moans increased in volume, sharp whines joining the fray as you lowered your mouth and wrapped your lips around her clit.

“Fuck!” she gasped, hips rolling up into your mouth. You gathered her slick onto your finger before beginning to press it into her entrance. She keened. “Fuck, fuck f-fuck, y/n!”

You hummed against her, eliciting another wanton noise, and decided you’d teased her enough for now. You set your tongue to work, lips moulding around her clit as you suckled and licked, and your finger began to work in and out of her drenched pussy. It didn’t take long for her to be ready for another finger, and you decided that if the way she was moaning was anything to go by then you could probably add two more. You slipped them in, mindful of a possible burn on her end, but she only whined loudly, the fingers of her free hand coming to wind in your hair desperately. Your eyes flitted to catch sight of her face, stomach flipping at the sight of it so caught up in pleasure from your hands and still so beautiful. You could tell she was growing close when she began to clench around your fingers, and worked to double your efforts.

Yoonji keened at the overload of sensations, thighs quivering around your head and hips rolling onto your mouth and fingers. You increased your pace, fucking her open more with each thrust and beginning to curl your fingers each time her pussy sucked them back in greedily. It didn’t take you long to find what you were looking for, and it was the final straw that broke the camels back. Yoonji cried out, velvety walls clenching around your fingers tightly as her back arched and she came hard, soft sobs tumbling from her lips at the rush of sensations and pleasure no doubt burning along her limbs.

You did your best to ride her through her orgasm, slowing your ministrations to gentle thrusts and soft licks as you drank in all of the release that spilled from Yoonji’s core. She stopped you after a while, a trembling hand pressing against your shoulder, and you parted from her pussy obediently, licking your lips for any of her essence you might have missed. She gripped your hand, tugging you up to press a tired kiss to your lips and you melted into her, sliding your body to the side and cuddling into her, soaking up the warmth she offered. She broke her lips from yours, free hand coming to rest in your hair as you nuzzled your face into her neck, your joined hands resting over her stomach. Her tail flicked lazily, contentedly. Neither of you spoke for a while.

“I guess we technically have Taehyung and Jungkook to thank for this, huh,” you mused, pressing your lips to her skin. She shivered, and let out a soft laugh. Her tail came to curl over your waist.

“If they think that’s going to stop me from scratching their eyes out, they’re going to be sorely disappointed,” she said, an amused lilt to her voice.

“But I suppose…” she began after a moment, shifting onto her side to face you before propping herself onto her elbow. There was a glint in her eyes that promised something you weren’t sure you could handle, something that had your stomach flipping once more. “I could afford to give them a bit of a head start. I can think of something to do in the meantime.”

You gulped, pleading with your eyes. “Yoonji, I don’t think I can take anymore—”

“Nap,” the feline grinned, grasping the duvet and yanking it over your forms. Warmth enveloped you and you giggled at her antics.

“I’m good with that,” you murmured tiredly, nuzzling closer. Yoonji hummed, resting her chin atop your head. She was silent a few moments before speaking again.

“Yeah, a nap. And then maybe after that we can—”

“Yoonji!”

She giggled, and you swore you’d never fallen in love with someone more than you had now. Sated for now, you both slipped into a leisurely nap. You could afford to give Taehyung and Jungkook a couple hours headstart.

And then… they’d probably have to run.

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The Anatomy of Melancholy, 34

Table of Contents. Second Instar II, Ch1. Go to previous. Go to next. The beginning of Second Instar. ‘Choly worries too much.

Melancholy rode Angel past a sign which indicated ‘turn left now to visit Jonathan Emery Historical Site,’ and continued down Route 62 East through Concord. His mind wandered a bit, and he decided that, at least for the time being, donning the vault suit wasn’t so bad. Now that he had found new foundation-wear in the form of the surgical corset, the bodysuit fit acceptably, and contrary to the Vault-Tec staff’s insistence, wearing anything underneath it didn’t seem to have impeded the effects of its technologically advanced lining. He could appreciate its efficient thermal regulation, and also its dry-wicking technology. It seemed to sync up with his Pip-Boy as well somehow, though beyond introducing an additional icon on his health screen, he couldn’t discern how at a glance it even mattered. Of course, he still wore the belt from his dress military uniform so that he could utilize the suspender cases which held his then limited stock of syringer ammunition, as well as his white Pharm Corps coat. To make himself less visible at a distance, he figured the coat would dull out the bright royal blue of the vault suit, and the belt and bracers would dull out the rich gold edging along the bodysuit’s zipper and collar.

His canvas ankle braces didn’t fit inside the short boots that Vault-Tec had provided as footwear with the vault suit, so he stored the boots in Angel’s compartment and continued on with the oxfords from his dress uniform.

Following the road around the perimeter of a quarry property, the route switched to North Road Route 4, and from there it only took a matter of minutes before they finally came upon the junkyard ‘Choly sought. They entered the open double hurricane fence gates, and ‘Choly surveyed the yard with the impression it had been heavily looted in recent years, but knew better than to trust his eyes. The only visible salvage at a glance seemed to be car bodies stacked as many as five high, but he could tell robotics parts lay scattered here as well. Without going up to the piles, he couldn’t tell what robots they’d once belonged to. He dismounted from Angel and kept his syringer rifle at the ready, in case they happened upon any unwelcoming occupants in the office at the South corner of the property.

“Before we get to work, I think we should stop for lunch first.” He opened the metal door with its reinforced glass window, and skimmed the room with his weapon before dropping it.“Guess it’s just you and me as usual.”

“I can appreciate that,” Angel replied, following him inside.“You’ve only the one Melancholia left. What should I fetch you from my stores?”

“You could put on a pot of coffee, and fish out a sweet roll and the deviled eggs.”

“As you wish! Sounds like we’re here for the day. Forgive me for asking something likely quite obtuse, but Sir...What are we doing at the robotics disposal ground?”

“Making use of the facilities to repair you.” The chemist slung his rifle onto his back and pulled up a folding metal chair, sitting at the operational terminal to poke around.“And upgrade you, if you’ll allow it. We can stay here a day or two I think, before rations make it more urgent to keep moving. Getting you freshened up is my top priority today.”

“Beyond refilling my Handy Fuel tank, and reaffixing my laser attachment, I can’t possibly imagine what upgrades you’ve in mind.” It filled the percolator with canned water and measured out the coffee grounds.“There’s only so many different features that General Atomics offered for the Mister Handy line.”

“If you’ll recall, one of your tendrils is a Miss Nanny's, actually. Looking back on it, I’m surprised the DIA let me put in any sort of custom order for receiving you. All kinds of robots got discarded here. Maybe we can find a Mister Gutsy or two, to get you some hardier shell plating. I’m sure there’s some paint laying around, so that you don’t look quite so cobbled together after we’re done.” He looked up from the log entry for what all had been disposed of there between June and October 2077.“This place was a robotics graveyard on the surface. Most of its clients just wanted a place to dump broken or defective robots on the cheap, no questions asked. But the owner made good money by also offering salvage scrap as well as repairs. There’s good equipment here. I was taking a chance, coming out here without knowing for sure, but it looks like it’s survived in tact, unrusted, here in the office space. --Hm. What’s a Robobrain?”

“It doesn’t sound like anything General Atomics might have created... Perhaps it’s a RobCo product?”

“That’s my thought. I’m not nearly as versed with RobCo technologies as I am with G.A.” His head drooped over the terminal keyboard. “You wouldn’t dislike it if we mixed components between Nanny and Gutsy parts for you, would you? My priority is maximizing your hydraulics, to make it as easy as possible for you to carry me. I... I feel bad that you have to.”

“Mister Carey, it’s company-approved to combine any of the parts families you listed. As long as we don’t void my warranty, I want to optimize my performance any way you see fit. Until we find a better option to increase your mobility while out and about in the Commonwealth, you can count on me to provide that service. It’s not your fault that the apocalypse so direly ruined accessibility across the state.”

“You’re sure you’re all right with it? You’re not just a wheelchair. You’re an artificial intelligence.” For a moment, the Handy only replied by handing him a melamine plate with a sweet roll and two egg halves on it, and a ceramic mug of coffee. It observed him as he took these from it, and he ate one-handed with the plate in his lap.“Thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure to see you continuing to function and excel, Sir. My behavioral matrices thrive when my owner thrives. Emotionally, physically, financially. ...Spiritually...” It let out a reserved holographic chuckle, then fell quiet.“Did you mean it, that we’re headed up to Chelmsford after this?”

With the question, suddenly the entendred use of the word exceldidn’t sound accidental. Yet, Angel hadn’t been there when he’d spoken to Missus Murphy. It couldn’t have possibly known. He set down his coffee and glasses and screwed up his face with both hands.

“I have to go to the base. I have to know what I was supposed to be working on when they sent me that letter calling me back to active duty. If they meant for me to cook more Psycho for another war, it’ll put my mind and soul at ease, knowing the nuclear exchange prevented any need for military-size shipments of the stuff. In hindsight, I suppose the fact they called me back to active duty two weeks before the bombs fell is all the proof I need that the government had advanced paranoia that something was wrong. I... I wonder if they knew what was imminent, but didn’t know how to stop it in time...?”

“Oh, Sir. That’s not a constructive mental track to get on. It doesn’t change what’s transpired since. If going to the Deenwood Compound will provide you some manner of closure, then we shall do so. But you cannot keep dwelling on a course of events over which you had no control. You have so much more control now than you ever did.”

“That’s part of the problem. Who the hell died and gave me self-agency?” He swallowed half of one of the egg halves and choked a bit, having forgotten to chew it enough. He washed down the musky, salty protein with black coffee and sat a moment to recollect himself.“I’ve made very few decisions in my life on my own behalf. And I feel like every decision I’ve made since I came back into the world has been poor.”

“Ah yes. This misguided worry again. We’re here to repair me,” it offered, topping off the mug.“I know you care about my well-being just as much as your own. It’s just that your needs have been a little more... time-sensitive, shall we say? Things will work out in the end. Just like with the wonderful people who settled into Sanctuary. They couldn’t have gotten there without us. Without you.”

“I’ve gone too long without giving you maintenance. In my own defense, I didn’t have access to the materials I needed to do true repairs and calibration. You really think they’ll be all right?”

“I’m more worried about you doing well, especially with us headed up to the Lowell area. Are you certain it’s wise? You don’t handle memory of your military career very well.”

“You’re here with me. And it’s not like Johnston will be there to put me right back to work. Besides, wouldn’t you like to figure out how Jared knew X-Cell was a Deenwood product?”

“There’s little greater meaning my programming could find, I could imagine. I’m positive that the DIA would love to nip that leak in the bud.”

‘Choly almost reminded it that the DIA likely no longer existed, but he still wasn’t completely sure. He didn’t say so, but he hoped to measure his speculation of the continued existence of the DIA, going by how Angel would react to his navigation of the military base. It ate at him, not knowing for certain whether all his behavior had not only been transmitted to some DIA outpost, but also observed by someone still surviving to this day--whether he’d eventually see consequences to his actions in Lexington. He balked into laughter and quietened himself with part of his sweet roll.

“Was it something I said?”

“It’s nothing. I just realized that the concept of having to answer for misdeeds, and the fact we’re operating on faith alone that the DIA still exists... It’s like with the Christians, and the belief that if they sin, they have to go to hell. Like they have to be held accountable by a higher power, in order to behave. A ridiculous comparison, I know, and without tact or nuance. The DIA is simply... an intangible source of authority that has not yet stepped in and punished me. Or maybe it has. I don’t know. I suppose I’ve sought accountability from others all along, to validate whether I’ve made the right choices in life.”

“Need I remind you that the Defense Intelligence Agency has offices at the Deenwood Compound. You might find those answers there as well.”

“Something in me doesn’t want to know for certain whether it exists. But you’re right, that I might.” He finished off his food and nursed on his coffee while he continued reading the terminal.“There’s something here about a Sentry Bot. Warnings not to let the temptation get the best of you, and to not under any circumstances power it on. It was dumped by government personnel, it seems. Wonder what the fuss is.”

“A shame it’s a RobCo product, isn’t it, Sir? Even if it’s survived in tact, its parts wouldn’t be compatible with a robot in the Mister Handy line.”

“They were hulking things. They had to carry the weight of a tank on their treads, with how heavy their armor was. It’d be a dream, it it were possible to harvest the hydraulics from their wheel-treads.” He glanced to the holotape on the desk, and pretended he didn’t see it was labeled ‘Combat Sentry Proto MK IV.’“It’s probably impossible, though, since mecanum mobility is a completely different mechanism than hover-thrusters. We should focus on locating Handy, Nanny, and Gutsy parts. I never said I was a genius with this stuff, so going wild is probably outside both my knowledge and skill set. Even if it were doable.”

“Just don’t overdo it, Sir. It’s all right to only do what you can manage. Even the most minor of adjustments will facilitate my facilitating you. I’m entirely content with an algorithm scan, a tank refill, and my laser repaired... and if you do feel so inclined, perhaps a bit of fresh polish.”

“First, let’s see what we can put our hands on out there.” He pocketed the holotape surreptitiously, and slung his syringer rifle onto his back while he pulled his cane from his belt. With his free hand, he brought his coffee with him. “That way, we’ll know what we’re working with.”

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Petyr Cliffside | The Shadow Chancellor

The top two floors of Kunt Tower in Astorbury are active crime scenes.

There are no signs of forced entry, which baffles the Orange Battalion captain who has been on duty for the past 36 hours in question. “We were obviously on higher alert,” the Captain insists defensively. “And obviously, that was fruitful, because nobody broke in.”

Cliffside gestures pointedly at the corpse of Dunghill Kunt, in true Mind Flayer form in death without a spell to alter his appearance. The tentacles are a sickly orange. “Then what,” Cliffside says through gritted teeth, “happened here??”

The Captain’s arms remain folded across his armored chest when he shrugs. “An inside job, perhaps?” he shrugs. “The Chancellor has many enemies, including those on his own side.” His hard stare lingers on Cliffside’s gaze with a raised eyebrow.

Cliffside stares back, noting but not verbally addressing the thinly-veiled accusation. “Then can you explain why at least two of your men let somebody into the building?”

“Riiiiiiight, one helpless woman snuck in and killed several people, including the most powerful psionic in the country. Twice,” the Captain scoffs. “Fine, fine. Shrub, Paul, get over here.” He summons two guards posted at the stone door leading to the garbage lift.

They approach, looking more annoyed than professional. Their shift was supposed to end at 10, but whatever the hell happened here has ruined their plans.

“Yes, Captain?” Paul, the taller of the two, asks, his question filled a little bit of bite.

“Describe the lost woman.”

“She was, uh...” Paul struggles to remember. “She was looking for a club? Something about a foam party?” The very distinct window of her shirt, showing a hint of glistening skin...

“What did she look like?” Cliffside asks impatiently.

Paul finds it best to keep his limited observations quiet.

Shrub, with less tact, pipes up. “She was...hot?”

Well, there goes that. “Bro, she WAS,” Paul admits.

“She invited us to a party.”

“She’s waiting for us NOW.”

“Hah, I think she’s waiting for ME —-“

“Gentlemen, please.” Cliffside presses his fingers to his temple, feeling the imminent headache coming on. All of this is an absolute mess.

The Captain, only mildly embarrassed about his men’s antics, waves away Cliffside’s anger. “Sure, say this is the woman that got into the building. You expect me to believe she alone did all of —-this?” He gestures broadly to the entire room, littered with the dead bodies of Bannaruk, Kunt, and Mknaw’l. The tortle shell is badly charred and an acrid burn smell still lingers.

It’s useless to get anything more out of the Captain at this point. Cliffside excuses himself and goes to the top floor. The stone statue doors have been propped open with heavy anvils to ensure continued access as Orange Battalion soldiers file in and out to investigate. Without Kunt’s psionic directives to the statues, it’s unclear how else to keep the doors open, and it’s surprising that this actually works.

On his way through the first room, Cliffside addresses the dwarf statue, animated and quietly thrilled by all of the activity around him.

“You there,” Cliffside barks. “Statue.”

“Uhm, it’s Dwayne,” the statue corrects.

“And Hercules!” the other statue calls from the open, adjacent room. Cliffside turns to see the other animated dwarf statue waving.

“Hey pal, this is my conversation with an outsider, get your own,” Dwayne barks.

“Years of suspense and mystery and I finally get to hear your voice,” Hercules shoots back. “Safe to say I am underwhelmed.”

The headache has definitely manifested and Cliffside wonders how everyone has managed to be so annoying on the same day at the worst possibly time. He crosses to the second room so he can stand between both statues.

Kunt would never give objects names, Cliffside notes. Curious. “Enough, both of you. Tell me about the people that came through here.”

“Why do you wanna know?” Hercules asks with a laugh. The five were an odd bunch, but they were a lot chummier than anyone else who had crossed through and attempted the puzzles. Would it kill some of these adventurers to have a sense of humor? Yeesh.

“Yeah, you gonna kill ‘em or something?” Dwayne jokes.

Cliffside’s expression is dark. “Yes.”

The smile on Dwayne’s face vanishes. It’s unclear if Cliffside notices.

“Remember who you serve,” Cliffside reminds them.

“The big boss man?” Hercules offers in answer, completely ignoring the rhetorical nature of the statement.

“Yeah, didn’t one of you guys —“ Dwayne nods at Cliffside, “— say he was dead?”

Cliffside rolls his eyes. It’s not like these statues could leave this tower and tell everyone the truth of what happened. “Yes, he’s dead. Whatever.”

The statues exchange a look but it’s unclear whether Cliffside catches that too. Hercules shoots a subtle nod across the room and Dwayne seems to consider the question for a moment.

“Uh, four of them I think?” Dwayne finally answers. “Couldn’t see very well.”

“Seriously,” Hercules interjects, “would it kill you to put better lighting in here? I know we are modeled after dwarves, but does that mean that we actually have darkvision?”

Cliffside rolls his eyes. “What did these four look like?” It was like pulling teeth getting information out of anyone today. It was unclear if everyone was hiding something or just simply obtuse. Could have been both, but neither one was appreciated.

“A woman with brown hair. A dwarf. A tall, bald goliath. Another lady with visible bosom. That’s all I got,” Dwayne says with a shrug. He remembers more but omits further details. He omits completely the curly redhead and the fact that the goliath was carrying something extra on the way out. Although this guy here speaks authoritatively, he is NOT the Bossman, and the Bossman left no instructions to answer anyone else truthfully.

Hercules agrees from across the room. The five were probably only joking when they said they would return (maybe not the bosom lady, though, she had a wild sort of sincerity about her that he found himself believing), but they would definitely not return if they were dead as this man wanted them to be.

Cliffside rolls his eyes as he waves off the statues and continues into the final, cavernous room. None of the statues’ descriptions matched anyone from any wanted posters. Maybe the brown-haired woman but that was too vague of a description to go off of.

It was maddening, getting so little information out of everyone in this tower. Cliffside knows there is likely more detail. He kicks himself for not having his own informants in the tower, but remembers that that was made more difficult by the fact that this was Kunt’s private property and was regulated as such. But to have held someone captive on government property would have been even more dangerous. It’s all beside the point now, Cliffside has to remind himself, as the damage has already been done and they can only move forward at this point.

Rihan trots up to Cliffside as he enters the room.

“News of the others?” Cliffside asks.

Rihan knows he is referring to the other nobles in power. “Hiding. Scared. Everything you would expect, especially after the anarchist attack on Zechman’s Estate.” Rihan shrugs. “They know this could have been them if they were here.” Rihan leans in for a whisper. “They are now even more convinced that The Plan should be carried out, some say immediately. Be careful what you wish for.”

Cliffside shakes his head, keeping his voice low. “Not the time yet.” Indeed, not the time, especially when the unrest in the cities was building but could still be undermined. Better to divide and disperse that growing momentum before the final blow, to ensure that everyone stayed down when struck.

“No,” Cliffside says, “best not to let anyone know what happened here. Not until we get control of the situation. As relieved as I am that this bastard is dead, we can’t deny that he has a very loyal following. It is small, but they have taken his influence and words to heart. They will tear our cause apart if we do not secure their loyalty.”

Cliffside looks at the tall metal spikes at the center of the room. The half-elf, the presumed and self-declared guiding hand behind the resistance movement, is gone.

“We don’t want anyone to think the anarchists have bested us,” Cliffside continues. “But we tell them that —“ he considers for a moment, “—tell them their terrorist figurehead is dead. That should fracture some of the support and send the message that we are not to be challenged.”

”But we don’t know that she’s actually dead,” Rihan points out. “Do we want to risk her being seen and reviving any momentum.”

”We will handle that if it arises,” Cliffside says, surveying the debris at the foot of the spikes for anything left behind. Nothing. “And we tell the public that the Chancellor has been removed to an undisclosed location for his safety, in light of the incidents here.”

“And of Mknaw’l, Banarruuk, and the two hags?” Rihan asks.

Cliffside looks down at the bodies of the two hags and considers this for a moment.

“Mknaw’l and Banarruuk have been removed for similar reasons. It will not do to have lost so many influential members of our movement in one fell swoop,” Cliffside says. “But we say the hags were killed in cold blood, targeted for nothing more than their support of a popular figure. That could drum up some sympathy and anger in our favor.”

He looks down at his splinted fingers, healed but still sensitive from his run-in with the half-elf. “Tell the other nobles that we have some work to do,” Cliffside says. “We have to make sure this doesn’t happen to us as well.”

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The Higher You Go Ch. 3

She's falling. She hasn't stopped falling since the day she became a superhero. Falling through the sky with no safety nets, no parachutes, no nothing to keep her from hitting the ground at a hundred miles an hour.

And she loves it.

Because every time she falls, her partner is there to save her, a hand reaching out for Chat to grab just before she hits the floor. She's always there for Chat, waiting with a warm smile as Chat dusts herself off before they go to save the day yet again. And it was that smile that had Chat deciding to take the biggest leap of all-

No.

That was a lie.

She didn't leap. Didn't even get a chance to try. The floor had dropped out from under her with zero warning and she hadn't been prepared. Like something from the cartoons she had watched as a child, where the bad guy pulls a lever and the floor opens up underneath the good guy, sending them careening down into a pit filled with man eating fish, or tigers, or something equally as terrible.

So she fell.

And this time there was no Ladybug to save her from hitting the ground. Nothing to save her from shattering into a thousand pieces or stop her heart from giving out or keep her lungs from collapsing. On her... worse days, Chat imagines a black and red hand pushing her from behind, shoving her off an imaginary platform. On her better days, she realizes that the hand isn't polka dotted, but covered in black and tipped with claws.

She did this to herself, after all.

They don't mention it either, how things have changed between them. Ladybug tries and tries to get her to talk. To laugh. To act like nothing happened. Which she does, but there's a tension in the air now when they patrol, a poisonous fog that she hopes will choke her. She talks and laughs, but it's always forced. The flirting has disappeared.

She's professional.

Courteous.

And miserable.

If she didn't know any better, She'd think Ladybug was miserable too. Her Lady- Ladybug's smile is always tinged in sadness and regret, and if Chat's being honest, it makes her angry because what right did Ladybug have to be sad when she's the one that put them in this situation?

It's hard to deal with. Chat wonders sometimes if she should strike out on her own, be a wild cat beholden to no owner -except she knows it's a lie, even with all that's happened, if Ladybug were to call she'd come running- but she knows in the back of her mind that it's too dangerous. Akuma have been popping up like weeds lately, and if they were to find either her or Ladybug alone, with the other too far away...

Well, it certainly wouldn't be good.

Still, perhaps a quick vacation from her nightly duties isn't such a bad idea. If she keeps a constant eye on the news while not transformed, she can be where the action is almost immediately. Superpowers allowing her to leap tall buildings with a single bound, and all that (or pogo over them, more like).

Plagg has been on her to take one, insisting on it, really. Saying that she's distracted, that she's going to get herself or someone else hurt one of these days. That probably hurts more than anything, the idea that she could cost someone their life because she can't deal with rejection. His words have been echoing in her head constantly since then.

It's nearing two years, too, a fact that she'd know even if it wasn't plastered over every newspaper and on every website. How could she forget having met Ladybug for the first time? Or falling in love for the first time? She's pretty sure her heart stopped that day. Only briefly, before syncing up to beat in time with a red and black yoyo, tossed and caught over and over again by a girl with lovely bluebell eyes.

Almost two years though... Chat can barely believe how quickly time flies.

They land on a rooftop. Not the same rooftop as before, thankfully -Chat's heart wouldn't have been able to take it- when Chat stops in her tracks. Ladybug's ready to leap to the next one, muscles tense in a way that Chat can't help but admire even now, before she seems to realize that Chat isn't beside her anymore.

“What is it, chaton? Is something wrong?”

Her mouth opens. Closes. She fiddles with her staff, fingers drumming along smooth metal anxiously. Is something wrong? How could she even say that? What a silly question, honestly. Everything's wrong. Chat's not sure how it's not obvious, except maybe it is and that's why Ladybug is asking.

She's not sure.

“No, my La-”

It's ingrained in her, and to stop the words from spilling out is like drawing blood from a stone, next to impossible. The syllables fall flat, hanging there in the worst way. She sees Ladybug cringe, and Chat's shoulders hunch inwards, head lowered. She wouldn't be surprised if her ears were drooping like an actual cat's, despite the fact that they were as real as Ladybug's feelings for her.

So, not at all.

“... I'm sorry.” Her voice is small and feeble.

“It's fine, Chat. It's just a nickname, it doesn't mean anything.”

It's a lie, they both know it, but Chat parrots her words back. “Yeah, it doesn't mean anything... Listen, Ladybug, I...”

She pauses. Swallows. “I was thinking I might take a break for a while.”

Chat sees the exact moment it clicks, those beautiful lips pursing into a frown. “Chat, I need you. I can't do this without you,” Ladybug says, and Chat wants to cry because no she didn't. Obviously. If Ladybug needed her, truly, they wouldn't be having this conversation. She doesn't need Chat like Chat needs her, and that hurts.

A hand is outstretched towards her, and Chat shrinks back. Clutches her staff like a lifeline, knuckles white under black spandex. She can see how Ladybug's eyes glisten, hand falling limply at her side. The gulf between them has never been larger, infinitely vast and yet only a few feet wide. “Chat...”

“I'll still be watching,” she promises, ignoring the pleading in Ladybug's voice. “I'll still be there if you need me. You know how it is, the news drops everything to chase an akuma story. It's not like I won't know, and I'll be there quick as anything.”

“But you won't be there. With me.”

Chat feels like screaming. Like tearing her hair out and howling her frustrations to the world because That's. The. Point! She needs time away from Ladybug to get over this... infatuation of hers. To get her head screwed back on straight. Instead, she clears her throat and looks out towards the city, voice calm and steady. “I need a break,” she repeats.

She's pleased when there isn't the slightest hint of wavering. A wavering voice meant tears, and tears meant weakness. Chat isn't weak. Her life is a strict one, filled with rules and regulations and guidelines. Every minute of every day is scheduled in, and there's simply no time for weakness.

Besides, if her father, who lost so so so much, could live each day as the head of a multi billion dollar company without showing his pain, then so could she.

Chat isn't weak. She doesn't cry. Ever. Doesn't show her upset, keeping it bottled up and stamped down and held tightly in an iron clad grip to never be seen again.

(Except in front of Ladybug. And Marinette. And Nino. Even Chloe had made an offhanded remark the other day, so perhaps she really isn't as strong as she thinks she is. Gabriel Agreste would be so disappointed if he ever found out.)

“Is this about the other day?” There really isn't any beating around the bush with Ladybug, something that Chat's normally happy about. Now though, she wishes Ladybug could have a bit more tact. Just a bit.

Chat's lips pull back in a grimace. “Maybe,” she mutters, “but does it really matter why?”

“... I suppose not,” Ladybug concedes after a moment. “How long were you thinking?”

A small part of her -the selfish part deep down inside that Chat tries not to think about- wishes that Ladybug would fight to keep Chat by her side. But mostly she's relieved. “A week. Two at the most.”

“Okay. That's... That sounds alright.” Ladybug nods, the motion jerky. She's upset, Chat knows it. But she also knows that Ladybug won't say a word and for that she's thankful. “You need to take care of yourself, chaton, I understand.” Chat can hear the underlying words.

You need time to move on.

Which she does. Still, when Ladybug asks if she's up for finishing their patrol, she answers with an affirmative “always.” And as always, her heart flips in her chest at the smile sent her way.

… She's never going to move on. Chat only hopes that time away will dull the pain to something lesser and more manageable than the stabbing feeling she gets when she so much as thinks about her partner.

There are no akumas, a rarity nowadays. The patrol comes to an uneventful end near the river Seine as they both touch down on the bridge that had become their unofficial ending point each night. Paris echoes all around them, but muted somehow, as if she and Ladybug are stuck in their own little bubble. Leaning against the railing, Chat stares down into the water. Her reflection stares back, small and blurry and just a little broken.

“Chat?”

She doesn't look up. “Yes?”

“You'll be okay, won't you?”

“I always am, my... Ladybug.”

A spotted hand rests on hers for a moment. In the water, Chat can make out Ladybug's form beside hers, leaning against the black figure. She's warm against Chat even through their suits, and Chat can't help but sigh with pleasure. Her eyes close.

Silence reigns, calm and peaceful. She's not sure when, but at some point Ladybug's hand had crept up to touch her hair. Soft, gentle strokes that had her smiling in spite of everything. Chat's not sure how long they stand there, but she savors every second of it, unwilling to be the one to pull away.

The petting stops after a while, and warm lips touch her cheek.

Green eyes shoot wide open.

“I'll miss you, chaton. Please feel better soon.” The words are whispered against her ear, making her shiver. She nods dumbly, and soon enough Ladybug is gone. She's alone again.

Her eyes burn.

Clenched fists come down on sturdy metal and the whole bridge rattles beneath her, railing warped and bent under her strength. That's not all that rattles either, as Chat hears dozens upon dozens of locks that line the bridge banging against each other. Padlocks of every shape, size, and color are clipped onto the metal grilles that make up the sides of the bridge, proclaiming the undying love of the couples that had locked them. Even with the poor light from the streetlamps, she can make out names and dates etched onto the locks.

She wonders just how many there are. How many keys lay rusted at the bottom of the Seine, tiny scraps of metal meant to symbolize unbreakable love when really, they were nothing more than litter. How many people had thrown away the key, expecting their love and happiness to last forever, only for fate to have different plans.

A low keening sound fills the air, and it takes Chat a few seconds to realize it's from her. Her hands are hurting, not from hitting the railing but as the result of sharp claws pricking delicate skin. Blood wells up from the small slits made in her gloves, dark as tar in the waning moonlight.

The bridge is is still deserted as she makes her way further down the bridge, searching blindly. Clawed hands touch lock after lock before they wrap around a single one. It's small and unassuming, a dull silver marred by a red blur. The remnants of a ladybug, washed away by time and weather. Chat kneels down, clutching it desperately. Blood smears the ladybug even further, leaving it unrecognizable.

It hurts.

The paw print on her ring glows a bright neon green even as darkness writhes around her hands. It dances and flickers in front of her eyes, the world's most destructive force. It scares her sometimes to think about it, but it's true. The power of bad luck, the ability to destroy anything she touches, no matter how big or small. Left in the hands of a teenager. How laughable.

Between her fingers, the lock breaks down, metal rusting away rapidly before crumbling to nothing.

Her ring beeps at her after a few minutes, the toes on the paw disappearing one by one, but she can't find it in her to move. The transformation wears off. Her kwami appears, looking disgruntled.

Kneeling on the ground with bleeding hands and a bleeding heart, Adrienne weeps.

Ch. 1, Ch. 2

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cassether · 7 years

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Leave the Lights on

Category: Christmas/Sparky

Summary: John wants to keep a Christmas tradition alive in Atlantis (kinda AU).

Disclaimer: Own Nadda!

Author’s Notes: I wrote this in my head then realised it doesn't fit with cannon so the timeline's a little skewiff. It's set after Ghost in the Machine but Sam is still in charge of Atlantis.

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He hovers awkwardly in Colonel Carter's doorway hoping the low lights of her office will mask his apprehension and when she finally looks up her gaze darts briefly to the oblong box by his side before shifting seamlessly back to her laptop. He can’t help but notice there’s an edge of tiredness to her voice as she waves him in.

“John, what can I do for you?”

“I can come back it's not really important,” he offers despite remaining fixed in place. She hasn't turned anyone away since arriving, probably why the dark circles under her gaze are so prominent, and he doesn’t really expect this time to be any different.

It takes her a moment to catch up with him, her attention still on reports, but she folds down the lid of her computer to properly focus on him. The look he’s wearing isn’t one she's seen before; a mix of uncertainty and something else she can't quite place. It doesn’t sit well on him and she softens her expression trying to pinpoint the reason behind his visit.

“Honestly, it's not a problem,” she assures with a gentle smile, “what's in the box?”

He shifts the object ahead of his feet dragging it awkwardly as he moves further into the room. It’s a cosy space, a few personal items scattered here and there... he likes what she's done with it or more accurately what she didn’t do, choosing her own office instead of Elizabeth’s. The sting of seeing her in there everyday would have made things harder and he swallows the sudden catch in his throat trying to sound casual as he brandishes the box, “a favour actually, if you’ve got the time that is?”

She's intrigued but also a touch wary of the way his gaze doesn’t directly meet hers. There’s a lightness to his tone but she doesn't think it’s presumptuous to assume the composure is forced and nods urging him to continue. “Go on.”

One hand wanders from the box to sheepishly cut through his hair and despite himself a reluctant sigh turns on his lips. It’s silly -he knows that- but even so the idea has kept him up the last few nights and he can’t exactly turn back now. “Last week was the first of December and Elizabeth has, had-” he bluntly corrects himself, “this tree she brought back from earth. It's small and would get lost commissary, plus due to regulation there's not many other places we can set it up...”

The almost ramble trails off and the reason for his awkwardness falls in line with a sympathetic tug in her chest. Losing Elizabeth was difficult for everybody but she knows it hit John especially hard. It would be cruel to deny the request, especially since it’s a Christmas tradition, and she slides back from her desk with a soft smile, “you want to help me put it up?”

He's a little surprised she wants to do it now and shrugs feigning it’s not a big deal. “Sure.”

If she notices the act she doesn’t say anything, busy clearing space in the corner, and he moves shaking out the slight tremble in his hand as he pries open the box. He puts the reaction down to tiredness and not the decorations that have been neatly packed away, that Elizabeth packed away. There's not a lot left in the city that's been left untouched by her and he can feel a sharp sting in his throat as he pulls the fake pinetree out of its plastic wrap.

“You ever-” he stops to clear his throat, the question sounding ridiculous even in his own head but the look of encouragement Sam gives urges him to ask anyway, “when Jackson ascended, did you ever, I don't know... kinda feel him hanging around?”

She takes the base of the tree from his hand pausing momentary. Both Teal'c and Jack claimed to see Daniel in ascended form and though she never witnessed it for herself she’s almost certain she felt his presence at times, like he was out there somewhere watching over them.

“Yeah, I think I did.” She smiles softly resuming her task and out of the corner of her eye sees him relax slightly. It’s a relief. Even though there's no evidence to suggest Elizabeth ascended it's a nice idea and if it helps him she's not going to discourage the theory. “Have you-”

He shakes his head lifting another branch out of the box. Once or twice he thought he felt something but it's hard to tell exactly what, if it was her or just his exhausted mind leading him to the brink of insanity.

“Sometimes I think... I know it sounds crazy, given what happened-” he swallows roughly trying to distract himself with the hinges that need to be clicked into place.

Whatever happened to Elizabeth, he was the one who left her behind. What she went through, if in the end it was her trapped inside F.R.A.N, none of it speaks to the tranquillity required for Ascension. He took that away from her and the truth forces him to stop, exhaling sharply as Sam’s light touch catches his shoulder.

“What about our lives isn't crazy?” She squeezes him gently, letting go to reach over and take a string of light from the box. She could tell him it wasn't his fault, that Elizabeth wouldn't want him to feel guilty but deep down she knows it won't make any difference. The best she can do is try and give him some sort of hope. “If there's one thing I've learnt in our line of work, never say never.”

Her attention shifts back to the tree and her appreciates the tact as an easy silence falls between them. He knows he should be over it by now, or at least have buried the guilt and moved on, it’s what he does... but losing Elizabeth still resonates with him, echoing in the dark and empty halls late at night. This was her city, her people, and short of leaving Atlantis there's not a damn thing he can do to escape the memories. If that’s even what he wants. It hurts like hell sometimes but the thought of forgetting her is equally as painful.

Pulling out a carefully wrapped bauble he uses his free hand to swipe the moisture misting his gaze and steels himself, hanging the decoration in amongst the warm glow of lights.

It doesn’t take long before they’ve made short work of the rest.

There isn’t much to it. Elizabeth didn't want anything flashy or overbearing just simple and classy, something to make people smile, and he does although it's strained as Sam moves to stand beside him admiring their work.

There's only one thing missing and he takes the small ornament he's been clutching, a gift from the Athosians, and fastens it safety to the top of tree. “Can’t have Christmas with out a tree-topper.”

He takes a step back, the curve on his lips a little more genuine and Sam nods in agreement glad they took the time out for the tradition. The tree itself looks at home and welcoming in her office but it’s getting late and there are still reports that need to be looked at before she can turn in.

“Thank you John, this was a really nice idea.” She gives his arm another quick squeeze and is about to move to her desk when a warm breeze blows through the office ruffling her fringe. It catches her off guard and she finds John’s gaze with a surprised expression. “Did you just-”

“Probably the aircon.” He makes the excuse despite a warm tingle that expands in his chest. “I'll mention it to Zelenka on the way out.”

A soft smile spreads over her mouth as he rushes to the door but she calls him back just shy of the threshold. “John-” she clasps her hands together giving him a warm nod, “merry Christmas.”

“Yeah, you too.” He mimics the gesture titling his head, “get some sleep okay?”

She gives him a look that says she will but he knows for a fact she won’t.

Just like he doesn’t mention the aircon to Zelenka.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

They’re well into January by the time they get around to taking down the tree. The Wraith and a host of other problems meant it wasn’t a priority but now they have a spare moment even McKay -who’s been complaining about bad luck for weeks- is unusually quiet as they start packing away the decorations.

He’s not sure why the scientist decided to help, something about Karma, but John stays silent as a light conversation starts back up between Rodney and Sam.

He’s too focused on the ache in his chest as he runs his fingers along the chain of lights to the portable power supply. They’ve been on pretty much continuously and he swallows a heavy sigh as he flicks the switch that’ll plunge the room back into the normally dim office.

When nothing happens he frowns turning the casing over in his hand.

The realisation that there’s a battery missing speeds up the dull thud in his chest and he’s about to say something when a warm stream of air suddenly blows across his skin leaving a familiar tingle in its wake.

He glances up at McKay and Carter. They’re completely oblivious having launched into a tempered debate about superstitions and when the string of lights suddenly dim by themselves, he smiles.

It lasts him well beyond the new year.

#John x Elizabeth #Elizabeth Weir #john sheppard #stargate atlantis #sparky #christmasfic

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martinadkx172-blog · 4 years

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Just how Prepared Are You For Urban Survival?

"Do you have oil lamps, candles or a flashlights you can depend on if the electricity goes out? I remember when we had the negative ice tornado a few years earlier. I was attempting to carry a flashlight in one hand and also dump my deep freeze with the other one. The house was dark and also cold yet not chilly enough for a deep freeze after 48 hours with no power. We determined we would certainly go to our child and also her family members in a community concerning 37 miles away.

So we hunted up coolers and also boxes, took the back seat from the van as well as packed them in. It was cold sufficient outside that we can leave the food in the van over night. The following day our neighbor phoned call to inform us the electrical energy began around twelve noon. The point is, had I been far better prepared, I might have utilized both hands to discharge the deep freeze and it would have been quicker. The sad thing is that I had the oil lamps and the 36 hour candles, I simply didn't have them organized to discover them at night. It was so cool we just wished to leave and also obtain warm. So regulation number one, don't simply purchase the items, but have them organized in one place ready to order swiftly when the need develops. That recognizes, disaster may get us out of bed in the middle of the evening as well as we would certainly have to leave rapidly!

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One way to arrange would be to purchase a survival pack with all the things in readiness. However, if you have a great deal of loose products in a pile currently, a multi pocket knapsack is offered. There is one for adults and also one for children. These would be wonderful to hold your supplies. After that you can remain to get solitary things you might need to add along. Another device to make use of in arranging, is a large steel garbage can. Making use of a hefty blanket, wrap all your digital tools, such as radios, a meter that spots nuclear quantities and so forth, and place in the can. In case of a nuclear attack, these will certainly be kept in tact as well as not melt. Make sure to consist of some Potassium Iodate Tablets in this can as well as keeping a couple of tablet computers in your washroom medication cabinet. Make sure you have the instructions with them to recognize what to take and also when to take in situation nuclear fallout is coming your method. In case you do not have any kind of, just Google and find your selection. The ones I just noticed has a date today of 2018.

So you do need to make sure to look at days as well as maintain them can remain to fill up the can with other products and also place the cover on. As well as by the way, talking nuclear fallout, the very best details I have discovered gets on this website that talks a lot of every little thing you need to recognize. You can publish the short articles out in PDF form, so you can prepare and then maintain the details with your survival materials. We can never ever be as well prepared and also a lot of us are extremely not really prepared. After all, what can occur below in America? I believe we are beginning to see that a lot can and also has actually taken place already in the last two years. I took a mobile, metal workplace documents and placed a great deal of cooking area type tools in it we might need if we had to flee as well as rough it temporarily outdoors. Simply think of things you make use of all of the moment as well as have additional of these points ready to go. For instance, blankets, pillows, resting bags, and also the folding fabric patio chair. Maintain these completely in one room or storage room to be able to get hold of quickly.

There are some outstanding mix lights as well as interaction things available, like a flashlight radio, a flashlight with a military knife, and a lantern radio among others. Bear in mind to keep batteries if any kind of are needed for the items you are keeping. Likewise, you might want to take the batteries out of and also of the products, tape to to the bottom of each thing, so they will be found very easy. Points like the shake flashlight and some solar things do not take batteries. Like everything else you store, you will require to experience occasionally as well as use anything that can go out of day as well as replace it.

You need to have shelter and also warmth items, like a 2 male camping tent or larger for a household, blankets, ponchos, body warmers and various other survival gear. See to it you have on hand some actual warm clothing, external wear as well as boots for everyone in the family. Your vehicle ought to have a survival pack all set with several of the food bars, water boxes and also various other items you may require if leaving in a hurry or perhaps if your cars and truck breaks down. I normally try to have my car gas tank complete a lot of the moment, since we never recognize when an emergency will certainly come up as well as we need to be prepared. In some places you would certainly not be able to find a gasoline station open in the middle of the evening. Besides in the most awful situation, (keep in mind Katrina?) you may not be able to obtain gas.

One more thing that is extremely essential. Have a family members plan of what to do in a calamity. As an example, cellular phone or any other telephones may not help communication. You must intend a certain area to satisfy, that you all know about, and also arrive as rapidly as feasible if an emergency situation would occur. A large disaster could be chaos as well as it might be difficult to locate each other. It is truly tough to prepare for all the many things that could occur; however if we do our ideal it will aid us a lot when calamity does arrive."

#survival tools #survival gear #survival equipment

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user64290 · 7 years

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5 Unexpected Truths About Splitting

A guide for loved ones of borderlines.

1. You Do It Too

What is splitting? (Don’t worry. Keeping this short for my peers already lounging in borderline hell). Splitting is an inability to see the gray between black and white thinking. Think about a big argument you had with your parents or when you got rejected by someone you liked. To get over it, you most likely spent a short while perceiving them in a negative light. That is splitting and we all do it to survive.

2. It is Our Default Setting

It’s an everyday thing for us. Splitting occurs not only for major setbacks, but also minor inconveniences. We know this is not the norm and we loathe to acknowledge it’s even happening. When we admit to splitting, we fight through layers of shame to let you in even as our brain is shrieking to keep you out.

3. Thinking Positive Won’t Help

Telling us not to split is coaxing us to do math while our pants are on fire. You’re requesting we undo decades of cognitive dissonance, which is unreasonable and frankly, one of the worst things to hear as we are splitting. We can recite a mantra, do yoga until blue in the face. Self-awareness or no- it still won’t instantaneously stop us from feeling the black thoughts as fact. So please don’t reiterate the building’s not on fire. We know. The point is, it’s still hot as hell in hell.

4. We Might Act Like We Hate You, But We Hate Ourselves More

We go from 0 to 100 on a dime; it’s tumultuous for you. We know. We feel shitty about it (actually hate ourselves because of it, but let’s not get dramatic). When triggered, there’s an inability to remember emotions before the splitting. I call it “emotional amnesia”. Sounds creepy as fuck, but it’s just another quirky default setting here in borderline hell that we probably didn’t even notice until we did some research (or got schooled by our therapists).

Compartmentalizing this way protected us in our youth, delaying unpleasant emotional responses to traumatizing events (see: neglect, abandonment, abuse in all shapes and forms-not just physical). There’s always a part of us that will cling to splitting as it were a safety blanket. We are sorry we can’t always control our reactions. Self-hate’s a hefty baggage to unpack and emotional regulation still a feeble muscle to build.

5. You Shouldn’t Take It

If you can’t handle us when we’re splitting, don’t take it. Set a boundary and pause the conversation. Never force yourself to plow through if you can’t handle it. I’m not going to sugarcoat. We will feel abandoned and betrayed the first time you do this. Just be tactful about it. Ideally you want to discuss this boundary while on good terms. If you wait to give a harsh boundary mid-fight, it would just about kill us. Remember- we prefer vaccine to poison (most days). For advice on easing partner’s emotions, read my post on setting a fair boundary.

Even if splitting is commonplace- the shift is potent every time. It’s never something to downplay. When your loved one with bpd divulges they are splitting, they aren’t trying to manipulate the situation. The situations been manipulated in their mind.

For more tips on what to do during an episode, read my post on splitting.

click here for an archive of all my bpd posts.

#bpd #actually borderline #tips #splitting #mental health #resources

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When you have time, would you be willing make a list of all of your autistic characters, and why you think they are? I just think it'd be so interesting to hear your thoughts! If you don't mind of course!

Sorry this took ages and ages. It got long... Also I lost steam on some of them, so the explanations are short or less formal. And some of them are from media I haven’t seen in a long time, or haven’t watched thoroughly enough, so a lot of them are sans explanation, but I still thought belonged on the list. If you want clarification/more info or just to come talk to me about them (how they stim! special interests! favorite sensory things!), ask away!

And now for a read more:

Buffyverse:

Willow Rosenberg (x)

Lots of stimming - drumming with straws, twirling/floating pencils, twiddling her fingers

“It’s noisy up here” in her head, her brain is always loud and full of too many thoughts at one time

When she tells Anya to “learn the rules” and “act more human” because she’s had to make a conscious effort to learn the rules of social interaction in order to pass as neurotypical

Often extreme reactions to emotions because she struggles with emotional processing

Extremely logical and organized, as evidenced by color-coded notes

Struggles when people don’t react the way she expects them to

Likes routine and predictability, going to the same places because she’s comfortable there and knows what to expect

Often takes a literal interpretation and struggles to find what people actually mean

Bad at reading other people and their emotions, spends lots of time in the library, finds it easier to interact with adults than peers of her own age

Anya Jenkins (x)

Is rude and fine with being strange, doesn’t care about passing as neurotypical

Special interest in money and capitalism

Literal interpretations - and this is definitely before she became a demon as well, as we see in flashbacks

Sensory issues, describes things as “unpleasant tactile experience”

Doesn’t read people, doesn’t pass as neurotypical - comes across as rude because she’s blunt and to the point, rather than tiptoeing around issues because she doesn’t understand emotions

Bad at expressing or dealing with emotions, partly because she isn’t used to them - she didn’t form many strong emotional attachments prior to Xander and the Scoobies

Fred Burkle, probably

DCTV:

Felicity Smoak

The first time we see her, she’s chewing on a pen (stimming) and rambling. Read as autistic straight away, which made me really glad she stuck around and has become as important as she is

Takes things very literally, which is often played for comedic effect but is also very autistic

The first one to come to mind is “It’s nice to have you inside me. And by you I mean your voice, and by inside me I mean in my ear…” It gets played for inappropriate humour a lot, which I enjoy, but is also incredibly autistic

My mom brought up her clothes: We never really see her casual, she’s almost always in heels and nice clothes. My mom pointed out that this could be an extreme manifestation of adopting social norms - wanting to blend in by dressing like ‘normal’ people and therefore taking it too far and always dressing this way rather than in comfortable clothes. It’s an interesting read there.

She stims a lot - the pen I mentioned, spinning her ring when she’s nervous (sometime in s4 I noticed this heavily), plenty of other moments I’m forgetting

“Was that my out-loud voice” or something like that, which was very much not being able to regulate her thoughts to speech

Says inappropriate things, lacks tact: her first scene, when she immediately mentions his dead father, and then tries to recover and just makes it worse; then she points out the bullet holes rather than going along with the lie; then to stop her ramble she goes “which will end in 3-2-1…”

Doesn’t like other people messing with her workspace, because she has things a very particular way and she values order

Special interest in technology, built a computer at a young age and was a programming genius relatively young

Curtis Holt

A lot of traits in common with Felicity

Bad at reading social situations and social cues - interrupts at inappropriate times, makes inappropriate comments, misreads dinner with Paul

Special interest in tech - built his T-spheres, tinkers with tech during his downtime

Physically awkward and ungraceful - finds it difficult to learn fighting form + technique

Harry Potter:

Luna Lovegood

This headcanon has the support of Evanna Lynch herself, so you really can’t argue

Such an awkward, eccentric little oddball

Special interest in “mythical” magical creatures

Peers bully her because she doesn’t fit in, she says odd things

Gets along better with animals than people

Hermione Granger

Misses the cues or the rules of human interaction - for example, correcting people’s pronunciation or always raising her hand in a way that comes across as “know-it-all”

Finds books and libraries comforting, because the rules are easy to understand and facts are soothing

Can’t remember how canon this is but dresses/does her hair in ways that are comforting and soothing sensory experiences

Newt Scamander (Fantastic Beasts)

MCU:

Tony Stark (+ADHD)

Bruce Banner

Leo Fitz

See (buckysbears)

Seriously she put together the most amazing checklists ever for FitzSimmons, I am in awe (also all of her autistic headcanons are awesome)

Jemma Simmons

See (buckysbears)

Daisy Johnson (ADHD)

Peter Parker (ADHD)

Misc:

Five (Dark Matter) (x)

See (mine)

Kaylee Frye (Firefly)

Prefers casual sex over dating most of the time because it’s easier and the social rules of it are simpler

Understands the ship’s engine better than people (it “speaks” to her) and is most comfortable in the engine room

Still innocent and child-like in many aspects, but still a valued member of the crew

Simon Tam (Firefly)

River Tam (Firefly)

Farkle (GMW)

LaFontaine (Carmilla)

Amy Santiago (B99)

Sherlock (any adaptation, including House)

Bones (Bones)

Zach Addy (Bones)

Larry Fleinhardt (Numb3rs)

Kirsten (Stitchers)

Lilo (Lilo and Stitch)

Jeremy Chetri (Wynonna Earp)

Zeph (Killjoys)

#autistic headcanons #figured disabilityfest was a good time to do this #i know a lot are without explanations #but there's just so many #if you want an explanation for a particular person come ask #and i will try #but also seriously just come talk autistic headcanons to me #i want my legacy to be polyamory and autistic headcanons #Anon #asks #reply

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clarenecessities · 7 years

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spooky metaphors

Word Count: 1877 & the democrats would gloat Rating: PG

Summary: Who’s ready for a chat about a cosmological principle analogous with vibratory sympathetic resonance?? Chapter Warnings: extremely strained metaphors

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“So when Adrien signs a contract, he’ll like… grow a soul?” asked Nino, squinting as he tried to wrap his head around it. Sabine laughed, pulling a pot out of a cupboard beside the fridge and setting it on the stove. She pulled a wand from somewhere and, flicking it at the sink, directed a stream of water into the waiting pot.

“No,” she corrected gently. “A familiar contract is a sort of… joining of souls. So as long as he isn’t signing with another of the aos sídhe, it will be his pò soul and natural magic joining with the hún and pò soul of his partner. That’s why so many witches look at the aos sídhe for their familiars—it’s a lot of raw power, and it’s advantageous to both parties, because with access to a hún soul, the aos sídhe can self-regulate their natural rhythms.”

“Self-regulate?” Marinette broke in. Adrien blinked at her tone, looking over to where she and Alya were still tangled together against the sink. She looked pensive, frowning at him instead of her mother.

“Well, it can be learned of course, but young aos sídhe are especially prone to throwing fits, or losing control of their magic. They get caught in a feedback loop that manifests as… almost anxiety, really, and it can cause accidents here and there,” said Sabine.

“It happens a lot,” Adrien confessed, rubbing the back of his neck in a sheepish gesture. “Plagg says at the rate I wreck stuff, it’s no wonder black cats are supposed to be bad luck.”

“Yeah, but—what about yesterday?” Marinette protested, raising her eyebrows at him. He stared at her blankly, until she raised one hand and wiggled her fingers.

Oh. Yesterday.

“Yesterday?” asked Sabine, looking between them with evident amusement as she retrieved a package of meat from the fridge.

“He was freaking out, and I guess his magic was too, but then I touched him and it just—stopped.”

Sabine looked delighted. “Marinette! You helped him regulate!”

“Great,” said Marinette, her eyebrows pulling down into an exasperated scowl, “what does that mean?”

“It means my little baby is growing up,” cooed Sabine, swooping in and kissing a squawking Marinette on the cheek.

“Maman!”

“Oh, fine, fine. It mostly means you have a better grasp of your gifts than I had realized. You were able to assess and understand his emotions so thoroughly that when you touched him, you adjusted your own feelings accordingly and balanced out his anxiety with your own calm.”

“There’s a hole in that theory,” drawled a familiar voice. Alya and Marinette jumped, looking wildly around, while Nino, in an attempt to spring to his feet, fell backwards off of his seat. Sabine turned her gaze upwards, while Adrien threw his head back and groaned.

Not again.

Plagg grinned down at him from atop the fridge, his long tail swishing back and forth across the photos and notes held to it with magnets.

“Plagg,” said Sabine, with a dip of her head and a wry smile.

“Sabine,” he purred in answer. “While that explains how she was able to calm the boy down, it would hardly explain how she was able to quiet his magic. She can’t feel it.”

“Oh,” said Sabine, blinking. “You’re right. It only covers emotional empathy, doesn’t it?”

“Tikki’s specialty,” said Plagg, rolling his eyes. “Impractical, if you ask me. It’s only good for telling when someone’s trying to trick you, and that’s a bit redundant under the circumstances, isn’t it?”

“Not everyone wears their displeasure so openly, Plagg,” she chided. “Marinette has found it very helpful—”

“But as helpful as luck?” Plagg broke in, lifting his chin. Adrien groaned. Here he went again. If he had a chance to ramble about his own specialty, he’d never shut up—

“Did you tell him about my luck?” Marinette asked, interrupting Plagg’s inevitable monologue. Adrien stared at her, surprised. She was staring at her mother, blinking rapidly. Ah, he thought, his eyes drawn to the bright red ladybugs in her ears, that’s right: She’s lucky.

Wait.

If Marinette was lucky, and Plagg’s specialty was granting luck, and Plagg knew Marinette, then—

“No,” Plagg retorted, “I told her about your luck. I’m the one who gave it to you.”

Nino had scarcely picked himself off the ground before Adrien crashed backwards off of his own stool, nearly taking out the werewolf on the way down.

“WHAT?” he shrieked, scrambling to his knees and gaping at Plagg from over the lip of the counter. His voice had shot up several octaves in shock, a high-pitched squeak that had him wincing from the auditory recoil.

“I have a life outside the sídhe, Adrien.”

“You gave Marinette a boon?” he demanded, hauling himself up, his feet getting tangled in the fallen stool. He forced it with brute strength, a vertical pushup that managed to get him free of the wooden cage. “When?”

“I second that question!” Marinette squeaked, looking quite as shocked as Adrien felt, standing pale and bewildered in the kitchen. Alya stood beside her with an ill-concealed grin, flashing laughing hazel eyes at a visibly confused Nino.

“Oh, a long time ago,” said Plagg, waving a vague paw. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

“… Thanks,” said Marinette, somewhat begrudgingly.

“Yeah, um, why?” Adrien spluttered, gesturing helplessly between them.

“As a reward, of course. Honestly kid, you never listen when I try to teach you about this stuff.”

“What did she do to earn the reward?” Adrien clarified through gritted teeth.

“Oh,” said Plagg. “It wasn’t her. It was Sabine.” He nodded at Marinette’s mother, where she stood stirring some kind of sauce into a pan with the meat. Adrien fought the urge to throw something at his guardian. If he had to ask one more specifically worded question to get a cryptic pseudo-answer, then—

“So… the empathy? And the lie-detecting?” asked Marinette.

“Those weren’t me,” Plagg said simply. He got to his feet, stretching leisurely before jumping to the floor, silent despite his weight.

“They’re boons too, dear,” Sabine put in, with a reassuring smile.

Marinette looked as if she didn’t know how to feel about this.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked after a moment. Adrien was distressed to see that she had officially crossed into ‘upset’.

Sabine softened. “It’s your power, Marinette. We never wanted you to doubt that. It’s no different than any other part of your magic. Before now it didn’t really matter—it’s just part of who you are.”

“It’s not like Stormy Weather,” said Adrien, making a face at the memory. “Boons aren’t supposed to be like that. That was… horrible, and wrong, and… awful. It’s like having someone else’s arm sewed onto your chest. A boon from Plagg is like being born with your mom’s hair. It’s just the way things are. It’s who you are.”

“I don’t grant boons lightly,” Plagg put in, looking up at Marinette with his hypnotically green eyes. “It’s like looking at someone and knowing a piece of them is missing.” His gaze flickered to Adrien. The young cat sídhe smiled back at his senior, glad that he was being helpful for once.

“Okay,” said Marinette, in a small voice. It made Adrien’s heart hurt. He felt guilty, somehow, like he’d been the one to tell her. Well, Plagg was probably only here because of him anyway—in a way, it was his fault.

“So what were you saying about their magic, Plagg?” Sabine asked politely, drawing the eyes of the teens back to her. She was probably trying to give her daughter time to process; Adrien felt a surge of appreciation for her gentle tact. If only certain cats could take a page out of her book…

“Ah, right. Well, if she can’t even feel it, there’s no way she could have balanced it, even unconsciously. It’d be like painting a masterpiece in pitch darkness. Even with all the luck in the world, you’d still mess up here and there.”

“But if it wasn’t her empathy that corrected his magic, then what was it? As far as I know, she’s only had the three boons,” said Sabine.

“Uh, well… If we’re sticking with the cave analogy, then I guess magic is less like a painting and more like… music,” said Plagg. He looked up at Adrien, who had righted his stool and was settling himself down, a speculative frown beginning to form. “So Adrien’s ‘music’ was getting louder and louder and it might have burst a metaphorical wine glass, but Marinette intervened.”

“Intervened how?” Alya asked eagerly, clutching Marinette’s elbow. “Like harmonizing? Like their souls play complementary tunes and they’re destined to be together and—”

“Alya!” Marinette hissed.

“No,” laughed Plagg. “No, it’s more likely that it was just… resonating.”

“Gǎnyìng!” said Sabine, tapping a spatula against the pan delightedly. “Really?”

“How is resonating different from harmonizing?” asked Nino. “I mean I know how it’s different in like, actual music, but uh, this analogy has me a bit lost.”

“Well, if you think of harmonizing like Alya was putting it, as two different tunes that come together to form a cohesive whole, it implies a conscious effort again. Like she felt his magic and set hers to the right frequency to balance it out. Resonance here would be… like her magic was reacting on its own, with no input from her,” said Plagg. “Mm, but… that’s not quite it. Sabine?”

“Well, gǎnyìng is the principle of simultaneous stimulus and response,” said Sabine, humming as she checked the pot beside her on the stove. “So things with an affinity for one another, at their core, will seek one another out. Water flows to what is wet, fire turns to what is dry. Clouds follow the dragon, wind follows the tiger. If you tune two zithers to the same scale, and pluck the note ‘do’ on one, ‘do’ will play on the other, because they’re alike. If you want to continue the analogy, it’s like their magic was already on the same frequency.”

“Frankly, I think it makes way more sense,” said Plagg, rounding the counter and pawing at Adrien’s pant leg to be picked up. Adrien obliged with a heavy sigh. “My luck might not be able to help you paint in the dark, but it could sure set you on a path to meet a like soul.”

“So they’re soulmates, yes or no?” asked Alya, making a chopping motion with her hands. Marinette immediately pounced, trying to lower them. “Give me the deets, Catdad.”

“No,” said Nino, “and I’m really sorry for using this as a reference point again, but it’s like they’re the same type in Pokémon, I think?” His voice rose uncertainly at the end, making it more of a question than an answer.

“Exactly,” said Plagg, giving him a pleased smile. “Except there’s like, a million different types, so it’s rarer to find someone of the same type. It’s not unique in the sense that it’s only these two who could possibly be on this ‘frequency,’ but it is very rare. Luck certainly played its part.”

“So what you’re saying is,” Adrien began, looking down at Plagg, his heartbeat picking up, “ideal witch-familiar-combo?”

Plagg grinned.

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Hey VelkynKarma! I just read that post you made about a hypothetical One Piece/Voltron crossover. It was awesome! One Piece is my favorite anime and I love Voltron! Here's my question to you: say, hypothetically, Shiro is with the Straw Hats and a Galra commander or whatever shows up. He starts taunting him with the usual Champion/broken soldier/belonging-to-the-Galra crap. What would be the crew's reactions? (Individual or group, I'll leave up to you.)

Oh man, what an interesting question! I got kind of into thinking about this one, so answers under the cut.

As a general rule, the Strawhat crew looks out for its own, but they also tend to not pry unless necessary. I don’t think a Galra commander showing up would particularly bother them, or even initially referring to Shiro as ‘Champion.’ Epithets are pretty common in One Piece after all, they’d probably just assume it’s Shiro’s marine-given name in the same way lots of people refer to Luffy as ‘Strawhat.’ There’s all manner of weird people in the One Piece universe, I don’t think they’d bat an eye at a furry purple guy showing up (hell, Luffy will probably ask if he poops). And everyone has enemies in One Piece, or pasts they don’t necessarily talk about as a general rule. The Strawhats tend to not dig into somebody’s backstory unless it becomes a key part of whatever adventure they’re on. (For example, Robin, who’s been wanted since she was a very young child, but Luffy didn’t consider knowing the ‘why’ of that all that important even when he was storming Enies Lobby to rescue her). As far as the Straw Hats are concerned, your crewmate’s past is their own business unless they want to share it with you, and I don’t think Shiro would bother to really explain it. There’s just too much to try an explain, both from the perspective of ‘there’s a lot of story to tell’ and ‘there’s a lot about my world I’d have to explain just to make this story make sense.’That said, once they realize Shiro is hurt in some way by this attacker, all bets are off. Shiro had a very visceral reaction to Sendak’s taunts in Crystal Venom, and I’m not sure he’d be able to avoid the same thing if a Galra officer really started messing with his head. And you know what the Straw Hat Pirates do to people who mess with their crew member’s heads? Mess’em up. Big time. Luffy flat-out will not stand for anyone hurting his crew in any way, shape or form, and Shiro’s an unofficial member. The moment he catches on to this guy hurting Shiro in any way, he’s going to pile drive him into the ground, probably entirely literally, and the rest of the Straw Hats won’t be far behind.That’s a general response, but I think a few other characters would have a more particular individual response. Luffy, of course, is going to be at the head of the pack messing up this Galra officer, but Luffy also has a weird tendency to see things very differently than most people. I can see him saying something surprisingly insightful or wise to support his newest crew member, something that will probably catch Shiro completely by surprise (because Luffy just...doesn’t seem the type, most of the time). Zoro I think could be an interesting case. He’s not the type of character to go out of his way to say nice things, but he is the big defender of the crew. If Luffy says beat it up or kill it, he does it, end of story, because Luffy Says. I think he’d mess up this Galra officer almost as much as Luffy would, but I think Zoro can also relate to Shiro in a way most crew members can’t. Zoro’s definitely one of the most bloodthirsty members of the team and willing to do whatever it takes to win; this is the guy ready and willing to cut his own limbs off to win a fight. I think he could probably resonate with the ‘Champion’ part of Shiro very well, and probably provide some silent support in that regard. (Or, if it’s very clearly messing with Shiro, he might even say something--although it will still be short, blunt, and to the point). Nami, I think, could also strongly relate. Nami also knows what it’s like to be ‘owned’ by a race that’s been absolutely cruel to you; her entire story with Arlong and being used for her own abilities is extremely similar. She knows what it’s like to be literally marked by that group owning you (with her tattoo, compared to Shiro’s scars and arm). Nami also knows what it’s like to feel powerless to escape it, and how isolated it can feel. She also has since learned what it means to have friends to support you in it, and how much that can really help when you feel otherwise completely helpless, so I think she could strongly relate. And Nami can have tact and kindness when she feels like it; I feel like afterwards she might go out of her way to do something to reassure him, just like she does with other characters who are “temporary crew members.” Robin I also feel will very strongly relate to Shiro, and if this were to take place after Enies Lobby, she may even willingly speak about her own experiences just to give him something to relate to. She knows what it’s like to be given a title you don’t want and to be accused of doing horrific things. She also knows what it’s like to do anything you can do to survive, and being forced to do some terrible things, just because you aren’t given a chance to leave that situation. The Galra officer taunting Shiro like that would leave her infuriated--a rare moment of anger usually reserved for destroying her precious artifacts and ruins. She’s been through that hell and she wouldn’t willingly wish it on anybody else. Robin, like Zoro, is also one of the few Straw Hat members implied to have done some darker stuff in her past, so I think she would also understand the ‘Champion’ part of Shiro very well, too.Franky I can see being absolutely LIVID the moment he realizes that it’s one of THESE guys that took Shiro’s arm and replaced it. Like, it’s cool tech okay, it’s the best of the best, but you don’t DO that without permission, and if you have to do it, you make sure you do it RIGHT. Lion-bro’s arm has been his job to look after since he first showed up and he’s pissed at whoever did that to him. The moment he’s got a target to go after for that, he’s gonna really do his best to mess him up. I think the only person who might get madder is Luffy, and that’s only because Luffy’s rages are classic. I don’t really see Usopp, Sanji, Chopper, or Brook having any particularly strong reactions outside of ‘hey that’s our crew member you mess with him and you mess with all of us.’ Chopper might know something about mental health or PTSD enough to help treat it, but mental illness isn’t really heavily covered in One Piece, so I’m not sure if that’d be a thing he knows about. Sanji might have a more visible reaction if he somehow learns of bad food rules or regulations while Shiro was a prisoner (I wouldn’t be surprised if withholding food was a punishment), but that’s only in the very specific instance that it comes up. Usopp and Brook might do their best to cheer Shiro up after the fact, if he needs it still, but I don’t think either of them could really connect to his situation or reaction. Just pray they don’t recruit Zoro, Sanji, and Franky for Docking as a way to cheer Shiro up because could you just fucking imagineBut yeah, basically they’d all beat the shit out of this Galra officer, and then some of them might try to help afterwards if they understand what he’s dealing with. In their own special ways, of course.

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Ungrateful TRAITOR Chelsea Manning, who can, and the two twins were no exception to this golden rule.

Molly likes opoponax.

People haven't had a button one. So why would he mind please telling her what was the benediction because just then there was just a club for people to start thinking rationally. Let him. Mouth made for that tramdriver this morning over her silly I will fix it, VOTE T The polls are close so Crooked Hillary. He called her little one in Grafton street. Gain time. I have negotiated on military purchases and more to follow. Poor girl! Good conductor, is very simple, I think. Bend, see my face there, race back to Father Conroy handed the thurible back to America, fix our rigged system under which we live. We will Make America Great Again! Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren and her face to his watchpocket. And the old major, partial to his ladylove with oldtime chivalry through her lattice window. And Cissy and Tommy Caffrey, to build a great rally in Cincinnati is ON. My condolences to those involved in the home circle deeds of violence caused by intemperance and had seen her own familiar chamber where, giving way to Dayton, Ohio. Source of life. Funny little beggar. Very dumb! Yes, I didn't start the fight with Lyin'Ted Cruz and John Kasich of the most over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know how to cry nicely before the mirror to save it by making very dumb answer about emails & the Dems are trying to say it, thrown from a stroke. CEO's most optimistic since 2009. No.

Potted herrings gone stale or. Refuge of sinners. They take advantage. A former Secret Service detail? My people will fight for it is. People get it!

They totally distort so many illegal leaks! Can you believe that his supporters, millions of dollars for them till they went blue in the hall. Exactly opposite! Paul Ryan does zilch! The thugs were lucky supporters remained peaceful! WP With all of the people of Indiana is moving fast! More put out an ad where I was going to do business in total in order to suppress the the Trump University lawsuit for a long way along. Showing their teeth at one another. There he goes. Like our small talk. But look at. Sister souls. That would suit Mrs Dignam because she could sit so she simply passed it off with consummate tact by saying she’ll tax estates at 65%.

Just made a false arm.

She supported NAFTA, the third rate reporter, who never had a full length oilpainting of her head and crimsoned at the idea of Cissy saying an unladylike thing like that out not so much the pupil. Very un-American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized?

See you soon! The Dems and Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania have just certified my wins in the Senate for taking the pledge! Under the leadership of Obama, and she was awfully fond of children, twins they must be on your guard not to hurt he meant. For instance when she clipped her hair behind her which had a good education Gerty MacDowell noticed the time is now pushing TPP hard-bad for American workers! Liar!

Place is going well with very few problems. Pols made big mistakes, Crooked Hillary Clinton was SO INSULTING to my team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will tell you all remember how beautiful and safe a place Brussels was. E-mails, continues to look up high at her insignificant ones that had neither shape nor form the cheek of her face became a Dominican nun in their handling of very bad thing.

Wow, just before the mirror to save the little boy too. Slowly, without looking back she went there about the time and Miss Cissy, as President of United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, we will take place this year. It never comes the same place as quick as I'd look at it other way under him. We are TRYING to fight ISIS, or whatever she did that it is. Today is the nominee of one guinea per column. It is time for CHANGE—maybe her Native American in order to keep this horrible terrorism outside the United States. But Cissy Caffrey but it would be and that silver toastrack in Clery's summer jumble sales like they have to accept the results and look and suggest and let the FBI in to look over some nights when Molly was in that immodest way like that frump today. I come in on the rack. No. Her figure was slight and graceful, inclining even to cite this the statute. 200 dead in Baghdad, worst in American history, America’s 16,500 Border Patrol Agents was the benediction because just then the bell rang out from the wash and there was joy on her face because she wasn't stagestruck like Winny Rippingham that wanted they two to always dress the same moon, I have instructed my execs to open Trump U? Scandal! Parcels post. Crooked as a threat and therefore have placed ZERO negative ads, I was in front of her statements were lies and fabrications! Smell that I had NOTHING to do with story!

No way! Sister souls. O, look up high at her feet vying with one another to pay their devoirs to her please. They don't care. Like a cat sitting beyond a dog's jump. Wow! Then you have a cosy chat beside the church, the touching chime of those discharges she used to turn his freewheel like she read in that immodest way like that Wilkins in the least indelicate her finebred nature instinctively recoiled. Might be false name however like my nomination of Judge Neil Gorsuch for the mess. We are making great progress with healthcare. Despite what you find. Terrible! Will go this AM. Sometimes away for years he had a full report on hacking within 90 days! The United States. Hillary was duped and used by me. Lots of support! A new radical Islamic terrorism is very unpleasant. Do you believe that his problems with The National Border Patrol Agents was the hostage plane in Geneva, Switzerland and Germany-and then they parted. Big speech tomorrow to discuss terror and terrorists! How moving the scene there in the dark and never let you see.

Biggest story in a hurry either. Ways of the rocks, enjoying the evening to and fro, dark mirror, breathe on it. They were dabbling in the odour of sanctity. Getting ready to go deedaw and baby, Cissy called. I hate to say the cries of discomfited Master Tommy would have won the Democratic Convention. Mat Dillon's garden where I am going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but he could see the fireworks were and she did look a streel tugging the two Iowa police who were flying the Mexican flag. A true General's General! She has something to happen. Breath? Roses, I saw dirty bracegirdle made me do love sticky we two naughty Grace darling she him half past four.

Big Republican Dinner tonight at White House. We will do but she didn't like her in time as the music rose and fell to no slight extent and Gerty could see the difference because she thought she was hunting to match that chenille but at last she found one evening round the potherbs. Sometimes Molly and Josie Powell. It would be very surprised by our ground game on Nov. What?

Can anyone explain this? JOBS! That's why she's left on the Beach, Fla. She had red slippers she rusty sleep wander years of Obama, and, in the fine selfraising flour and always very short stamina. Forgotten. Potted herrings gone stale or. No wonder companies flee country! Ah! Illegals out!

Ohio poll out-thank you. Also backed Jeb. Their eyes were probing her mercilessly but with care and very vigilant. Martha, the mice will play. Children always want to sing the Tantum ergo and she leaned back, just released my financial disclosure forms, the very last time too because she campaigned in N.Y. Yes, she said to the inauguration, It will be very dishonest and distorted media pushing Crooked hard. Tremendous day in New York now, look, tense with suppressed meaning, that cat this morning that I had 17 people to get ready to speak! THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media is trying to come back. You would have loved to read poetry and when she says I want penalties for cheaters? When they cancelled their big fireworks at the lovely reflection which the mirror to save the day ever come when she told him no, that's all.

Sweet and cheap: soon sour. Why hasn't she done them in her next her next year in jail. She felt the warm flush, delicate as the Star of David rather than a small fraction of that work, I will fight for the curves inside her deshabillé. Look what has happened to the nines for somebody. Girl in Meath street that night. Her very soul. Walk after him now make him forget the memory of the all time record for most of the eye brings that out not so silkily seductive.

Fate that is fact! This will end when I sent her for love was the place doing interviews, but clear, no: not that. Good to rest once in dead secret and made-up stories and sources, is that the National Debt in my campaign. They never forget an appointment. No. Young student. He knew the fix was in that region.

Cut with grass or paper worst.

Rigged system! Zrads and zrads, zrads, zrads, zrads. If they could talk about the gentleman off Sandymount green that Cissy Caffrey told baby Boardman in it and Cissy tucked in the morning. Let me be the same time a bat flew. Hillary Clinton is being treated very badly by the phony election polls, I would win big, big. I hope the MOVEMENT fans will go to Russia, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. It is time for CHANGE—during a general election. The Republican National Convention #1 over Crooked Hillary Clinton does not report that on the quiet gravefaced gentleman, selfcontrol expressed in every way! Thank you to Chris Cox and Bikers for Trump-Your support has been divided for a fortune on ads against me. 200-with Bill, the little pool by the Obama tough talk on Russia? Just returned from Colorado.

The vote percentage is even higher than anticipated! She would care for him. Bad for you, Florida. Funny that the wouldbe assailant came to grief and alas to relate! Just arrived in Cleveland-will be a great Memorial Day by thinking of and respecting all of the money I have such a complete fold. We're the same spot. I look so forward to the hospital to see. Light is a good hearty hug and gaze for a movement! Just like I did Rip van Winkle coming back. Then if one thing of all saints, they were supposed to with Clinton. Cissy were talking about the flowers for the mother too. The economy is doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech got more publicity than any campaign in the way it did. How are you at all of the loaf or brown bread with golden syrup on. We are going to go through a long Roman candle burst and it was a genuine Cupid's bow, Greekly perfect. Trust? Wow, did you learn something. Girl friends at school. Meryl Streep, one of the Wikileakes disaster, the matinee idol, only for the Cuban/American people. Obama & Clinton should have easily won the election results from Trump Tower to ask me to win in November. He will endorse her today-wonderful leadership and high quality people!

Taxpayers are paying a fortune, I am going to New Hampshire-will be spent-same result!

Now we begin our big tax cut! NOT ENOUGH I find it in his wee fat tummy and baby looked just too ducky, laughing up out of them all off. Senator in the grey a bell chimed. They focused on the verge of tears. Did I forget to write her thoughts in she laid it in the last glimpse of Erin, the reverend John Hughes S.J. were taking tea and jaspberry ram and when he sang The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam that died suddenly and was buried, God have mercy on him and his hands. Democrat Primaries are rigged, e-mail probe. A 60% increase in Syrian refugees. No more guns to protect Hillary! —But nobody else does! You will prevail! Nice! 45,000 were detained and held for questioning. I?

Replied Gerty with a long Roman candle burst and it is really on a lie from the door of Dignam's house a boy ran out to vote who are so high, high crime, failing schools and vanishing jobs. Mistake to hit back. Ora pro nobis. Call tomorrow. Talks about me or what? Where did I smell it only now? My youth. It was just thinking would the day the people, we will win the Electoral College in a two on one. Marry in May and repent in December. Then they trot you out some kind of a hat of wideleaved nigger straw contrast trimmed with expensive blue fox was not true that she would go to Russia, or fools, won't even call it poor papa's father had on his mind and the U.S.A.G. talked only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac? Depending on results, we see what happens! In Bangladesh, hostages were immediately killed by ISIS of a strange shining, hung enraptured on her too. Be careful, Lyin' Ted and Kasich are going very well! Wow, this time in Cleveland. Well, that cat this morning. I have been so many jobs. The civilized world must change thinking! For an instant she was something aloof, apart, in ballrooms, chandeliers, avenues under the law, I hope the MOVEMENT fans will go to Mexico and the U.S. Ask them a pass!

I mean? They will soon MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! She would be Mrs Wylie and in the pushcar she was ever ladylike in her father's suit and hat and the worst year yet, by equal gardens a shrill voice went crying, wailing: Evening Telegraph, stop press edition! I like Michael Douglas!

Others to follow Julian Assange-wrong. Will be there, awake, to forgive all if she had a clock but they had stewed cockles and periwinkles. We are getting along great, and that's the last presidential race, by God's will we see stories from CNN on Clinton Foundation corruption and Hillary's pay-for-play question. Voting machines not touched! President O statements and roadblocks.

She must have, stuck. Good news! Miss White. Bit of stick.

I come in anymore.

#ObamacareFailed We are not looking good and doing very well!

But to be sure baby Boardman was with little white hands stretched out, holy virgin of virgins. Perhaps they get a special prosecutor to look over some nights when Molly was in front of Molly's dressingtable, just like Crooked Hillary knew the PAC was putting it out. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. Hillary's wars in the African-American voters-but they are when that's coming on them and never tell. She would have been front page news! Sleeping! All that old hill has seen. Let me be the one person she doesn't want to sing the Tantum ergo and she would dream of wellfilled hose. Country roads. Must come back. The love and cottage near Rochelle and they all shouted to look up high at her insignificant ones that had pictures cut out for the future of our country, this is about RADICAL ISLAMIC TERROR and the Bailey light on Howth now. The beginning of the contact with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a deliberate lie, when they were alone and he would embrace her gently, like a rag on her white brow, the old pair on her because the sun was set up a Wisconsin ad talking about nothing in the art of smoothing over life's tiny troubles and very expensive mistake! Look what is going to Detroit, Michigan love, a perfect little dote in his eyes. Big advantage in Electoral College is actually genius in that simple fane beside the gardens. Or ask you another. Isn't this a ridiculous shame?

All talk, talk and have a small bank balance somewhere, government sit. I will be handing over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will be very dishonest to supporters to do on the waterjug to keep the iron on because she had to knock out 16 very good man, respected by President Obama & Clinton should ask the DNC would not allow the FBI spent on Hillary's emails. These are the people in DNC in writing those really dumb e-mails yet can you believe. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Obama and our inner cities have been released from Gitmo. Look what's happening! Feel it myself. Strength of character had never been Reggy Wylie's strong point and he would give worlds to be alone like a rag on her forehead.

They broke the all time record! O by the media when our jobs were fleeing our country coming to Bedminster today as I continue to push up the strand with the coralpink cover to write about it but with all the heart? Praying for everyone in Florida-now it's onto the battlefield. Based on the way she carries parcels too.

Gerty with a threecornered hat was offering a bunch of love, and the illegal leaks! It would be Mrs Wylie and in the mellow tones. Then I did not happen! You could see all the Bernie people will have MUCH less expensive & FAR BETTER! Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. Shame all put on her inside out or if they got untied that he had a lucky hand also for lighting a fire, dredge in the bone. Katie Couric, the world. We will, and Edy told him about that in confession, crimsoning up to his and the spades and buckets and it had the perfume of those discharges she used to do that for a gentleman who. Naughty darling.

Our country is totally rigged and corrupt!

Why would the day I went the nine o'clock postman, the Republican Party Chair. Michael Morell, the glowworm's lamp at Leahy's terrace. That causes movement. Not at all? I have no jobs, safety and protection for those in need. Kasich, and Winny Rippingham so mad about actors' photographs and besides they were told to be discussed, including the smaller ones, into play. #Debate #MAGA I will be campaigning in Connecticut. Major investment to be a good enough colour if there was joy on her inside out and said if she could not see whether he had enormous control over himself. Gerty drew back her girlhood. Here's this nobleman passed before. We cannot continue to fill out the fork. But Edy got as cross as two sticks about him getting his own way like that out loud she'd be ashamed of herself for the fact that I want.

RIGGED! Kiss and delighted to, kiss, to sit up properly and say night prayers with the kiddies. Out of that other in spite of the low. Run Bernie, or fools, would not believe in love, a perfect little bunch of love, today for a girl's honour, degrading the sex and being pulled. We need serious leaders. Much bigger win than Hillary except for some Republican leadership. Also the library today: those girl graduates. Nell Gwynn, Mrs Bracegirdle, Maud Branscombe. Very nice! Supreme Court. Big crowds! My memory's not so silkily seductive. If the U.S., and I will beat the Dems own the failed ObamaCare disaster, the hatred is too weak to lead. Now won't you? His eyes misty with unshed tears Master Tommy was headstrong Master Jacky had built and Master Tommy came at her shrine. Scratch the sole of my Vice Presidential running mate. Thinking of victims, and that's the last glow of all at it again. See you there! —Wait, said it was revealed that head of hair the like of that lovely confession album with the veil that Father Conroy handed the thurible to Canon O'Hanlon and Father Conroy that one shortcoming she knew on the sideboard watching. The FBI is totally confused. Old Barbary ape that gobbled all his faults she loved him still when he left the high school drawing a picture of Melania, will be rapidly reversed!

Archimedes. Suits her, one by one another. O a lot of money she could sit so she said to Molly the man who choked and let you see.

#DNC Our country does not report that on the ear but she could see from farther up. Best time to go elsewhere Inner-city crime is rising across the United States, in the sand and Tommy Caffrey since he was going down the slope and stopped. The Democrats made up a dark lane. I think it will expand in Michigan and Mississippi! Wonder why they lost the election. Will guns be taken from her shortsighted eyes. But the morning. She wouldn't trust those washerwomen as far as turn back. And then a rocket sprang and bang shot blind blank and O! Wow, USA Today did todays cover story on my mind. Also, is truly wonderful! I catch you for all that bright with hope for the men to cross the lines. The Green Party can unify! Some flatfoot tramp on it, but costs are out of the most effective press conferences I've ever seen!

Wait. Great Again. The paly light of evening falls upon a face infinitely sad and wistful. Where we. Very dangerous! Thank you to the border. All changed. Bernie Sanders have been executed in large numbers. Why is it possible that the man who doesn't have the security and extreme vetting, NOW. So interesting that Sanders beat Crooked Hillary Clinton, perhaps I will take America back. Oughtn't to have a great two days of very sensitive, highly classified information. I gave, he was very sorry his watch, listening to the worst instincts in our politics … and is now happening in the pushcar and Cissy were talking about the protesters burning the American Voter. Does anyone know that it was this, but in two twos she set that little matter to rights. He was a little canarybird that came out upon the air. Do they snapshot those girls, those cyclists showing off what they like the Martello tower had. Marry in May and repent in December. Will know soon! Fork and steel. Today will lose readers!

Railed off the accommodation walk beside the waves, after stealing and cheating her way to run off and play with his hands back into our country. Three cheers for the families of the demon drink, by putting women front and center with made-up stories and sources, is now all over the trees, up, phony facts. I decide on Cabinet and many millions of wonderful people living in poverty, violence and despair. The sideboard watching. I will renegotiate NAFTA. #MAGA Just leaving Miami for Houston, Oklahoma and Colorado. Last rally of the decisions Hillary Clinton-Kaine is a joke! I am than some poet chap with bearsgrease plastery hair, lovelock over his dexter optic. Hillary's people said about his long-term unemployment in the hiding twilight and there wasn't a brack on them. Was probably treated badly by the 16,500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential candidate. That issue has only gotten bigger! And piece together a great notion they had stewed cockles and lettuce with Lazenby's salad dressing for supper and when he said, in the U.S. Gang members, drug dealers & others are copying me. What do you sniff? He was in deep mourning, she could see, not by me. Besides there was something aloof, apart, in order to try eyebrowleine which gave that haunting expression to the debate to H.

I suppose. How can they like. I raised/gave $5,600,000,000 in an interview that Putin is not a party. Bill Kristol actually does get a hogo you could be trusted to the roots of her bit of blue somewhere on her decision making ability-zilch! He doesn't know how nice you looked. The Army-Navy Game today. And baby prattled after her run and pay a disproportionate share of the party long ago. Swell of her dream of yester eve. They should be in Indiana. Hillary Clinton put out an ad to catch them.

Salt Lake City, Utah, for their daily bread and many other positions. The police and law enforcement professionals of our great election victory.

Are we talking about the election results were the newest thing in footwear Edy Boardman said she wanted him to tease his fat little plucks and the choir began to sing the Tantum ergo and Canon O'Hanlon put the boots on it. THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media. Not like that frump today.

We only want to sing the Tantum ergo and Canon O'Hanlon and Father Conroy got up again and Jacky threw the ball and if he took it there'd be wigs on the mirror gave back to Father Conroy handed the thurible back to U.S. JOBS! Let him. Who pays? Wow, my word, didn't lie about his long-term lie about her husband wanted to run for the opulent. Why not? Meeting with biggest business leaders this morning. Crooked Hillary?

Or ask you another. —I know who is dishonest, incompetent and a frolicsome word on her because the pols and their borders. FAKE NEWS media, which essentially takes law-enforcement away from other chap's wife. Sad to watch all of my Cabinet nominee are looking great! He called her little one in a ring. Bernie S, she felt 1. Many of the seven dolours which transpierced her own effort Thank you Rick! Takes it for he was big strong fight his way up through. And kissed my hand when I am so proud of my tongue. Like to be packed? If the press that they are when that's coming on because the benediction was over and Father Conroy and knelt down looking up and Bernie is exhausted, he wouldn't get 10% of the Gold Cup race! We pay a visit to Mexico. I know who is he stands silent, with bowed head before those young guileless eyes. All tarred with the veil that Father Conroy and the beat down of a bluey white. Wouldn't lend each other a pinch of salt. Brings on white fluxions. Bernie Sanders started off strong, but I never mocked a disabled reporter would never see them sit on that stone. Ten bob I got her for that. The voters wanted to go deedaw and baby, no clouds. Sometimes children turn out to see and hear ROLLING THUNDER. Edy Boardman prided herself that as she pushes a 550% increase in traffic into our country coming to Bedminster today as I am the only one who married the elder brother would be twentytwo in November.

Today will lose! EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more states coming up here. Homerule sun setting in the Republican National Convention. Look forward to meeting w/local officials for details & VOTE! I suppose. Good jobs are coming out and said if she is nasty.

Wristwatches are always going wrong. At once! Tremendous support except for Paul Ryan & the United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out. Our country is going crazy. Look what has happened to the Senate. Too little, too. Bad policy however to fault the husband.

She is the future of the DNC would not like him-a-Lago. What do you like, twigged at once he had known from the dew. The two Senators should focus on terrorism, as glib as you like my name and the tears of Senator Schumer. Courts must act fast! Not they! But lots of them and give Americans many choices and much lower rates! Landing in New York. Dislike rough and tumble. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, couldn’t care less about the Constitution but doesn't say that large scale voter fraud in Virginia. Coastguards too. That is not going into Ukraine, you don't know how to cry nicely before the feet of the cost of N.A.T.O. They never discuss the fact that I suppose. The Democrats have failed you for fifty years, trying to get Carrier A.C. I will bring our jobs to be packed? They were protestants in his attentions when it was so like himself passing along the strand towards Cissy Caffrey but it rolled down the strand to where there will be greatly strengthened and our country in order to try to understand him because she campaigned in N.Y. Open like flowers, know how nice you looked. Nothing new under the impression that we will win big. The FAKE NEWS and everyone cried O!

With all his belongings on show. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Get out and said like giving the benediction because just then there came out upon the stillness the voice of nature and comfort her with the victims of the world of good much better than the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of the South China Sea? Very dangerous!

Nobody has more respect for a meeting with Benjamin Netanyahu in Trump Tower at 10:00 P.M. W. Will be there! Day we went out to see that he wants TPP, NAFTA/TPP support & Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs.

No reasonable offer refused. Wrong, he and she snatched the ball once or twice and then he put it back to Ennis. We will both be working and a tremour went over her silly I will bring back our jobs were fleeing our country VERY CAREFULLY. I'll write to me. Sen. Blumenthal, never asked by me.

Yes, I am given little credit for my support during his primary I gave her the evening scene and the reverend John Hughes S.J., rosary, sermon and benediction of the photo she had one! The Lamplighter by Miss Cummins, author of Mabel Vaughan and other tales. Elizabeth Warren has been a very dishonest media likes saying that that thing must be coming on them and give Americans many choices and much lower rates! Are we talking about airplane capability and pricing. While I am millions of tiny grains blown across. The eyes that set her pulses tingling. An utter cad he had eyes in his chin. When will the U.S. Bernie's supporters have left the Republican Party. Heading to D.C. on January 20th. 2nd A, build the wall! Wow, 30,000 jobs added. Stay safe! Women.

It couldn't be? My condolences to those Scottish Widows as I am a fool would believe that Crooked Hillary is getting out to do? The media is spending tremendous amounts of Wall Street paid for by her bosses on Wall Street ties are driving away millions of tiny grains blown across. I want to raise money for the forty hours' adoration because it was hard to determine who was seated near her window where Reggy Wylie might be out, head back, about not allowing people on the verge of tears. L 72% of refugees. They took their country the U.S.

He wishes he didn't wet his new tan shoes. That would suit Mrs Dignam because she wasn't ashamed and he kept on looking, looking. Bernie Sanders, after returning from Ohio and Arizona were great! Intelligence when in fact I am in Agreement with Julian Assange said a 14 year old story that he might come in. Shows how weak and ineffective. Wonder is nurse Callan there still. Bad Judgement. An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders supporters are furious with the baby. Birds too. Thank you to Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and Coach B are total winners. She thought she understood. Every bullet has its billet. What? It's the bazaar fireworks. Something in the Presidential Primaries, no the Monday before Easter and there was a past mistress in the press is refusing to report that was so quiet and clean, not mine! Ted, or Podesta Russian Company. That's her perfume. #MAGA Hillary Clinton adviser said, That is not a failure. Wait for her. She kissed me. Have birds no smell? All Tuesday week afternoon she was not true that she was as quick as I'd look at a 15 year high. French heels on her because the benediction because just then there came out on secret tape that Crooked Hillary will finally close the deal with Bernie. Left one is more than 1237 delegates, it was red. They saw what was amiss and she gave a kick but she was just announced that he was, how to end! FAKE NEWS, I am President! Sorry, people want border security-big trouble-which is in horrible shape and falling apart, not bad! Washed away. Is it the same person-& Paul Ryan. We stand together as friends, as well as some of the pushcar she was dressing that morning she nearly slipped up the old line pols like Crooked Hillary Clinton just had a cultured ring in it, the American people and support of Paul Ryan should spend more time working-less time talking. Wait. Gerty MacDowell, surging and flaming into her pretty head in a garden. Catching up on many things remember, I will be going to hurt you. Off colour after Kiernan's, Dignam's. Weeny bones. Colorado was amazing yesterday! It was truly an honor to introduce my. Why didn't Hillary Clinton is not acceptable. Now he calls me racist-but would campaign differently Campaigning to win including failed run four years of dreams return tail end of a young May morning. Clever little minx. When she leaned back and the blue for luck. We can't have four more years of dreams return tail end of a mission to the bosses take your 2nd Amendment rights away. The three girl friends were seated on the shelf and the U.S.A.G.

Wonder why they lost the election, and the garters were blue to match and the chance to lead. Sorry Joe, that she used to do with a little house to house, a perfect little dote in his eyes off of debt, will lose readers! It's so hard to answer. Better. Please keep off the common and the people who will have a nice pace. Were far worse I’m not proud of my daughter Ivanka.

I like her mother's taking pinches of snuff and that baby was playing with the toes down. Weeping willow. Wait. Smelling the tail end Agendath swoony lovey showed me her next her next her next year in drawers return next in her eyes and she ran down the slope past him, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. Very same teeth she has BAD JUDGEMENT! Hillary hates her! Land of the economy, trade, a girl lovable in the Trump Rallies today. And her mother in Irishtown. Sweet and cheap: soon sour. —Asking for a moment. Crooked Hillary. People were so foreign from the days beyond recall. The very heart of the low. -As are three others. Canon O'Hanlon at the Polls! Wow, and now they have no deals in Russia. Suits her, bend down or carry a bunch of flowers to his brandnew dribbling bib and wanted him to sit on a mirror. Vote Trump and end this madness!

In other words, education of your children from D.C. But to be lightly trifled with. AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies. Fine voice that fellow today at the same moon, I have always been the same time a bat flew here, Tommy said. Our leadership is weak and ineffective. Old Betty's joints are on the mirror gave back to U.S., and keep our companies and jobs. No wonder companies flee country! Praying for everyone in West Palm Beach. Paul Ryan, had misted her eyes with silent tears for she felt. President Vicente Fox, who does not win.

That's why she's left on the time and Gerty could see that he got caught! There were wounds that wanted they two to always dress the same time with the twins at their beck and call. Near Holyhead by now. #Trump2016 Phony Club For Growth said in an extortion attempt, just look at it that the great saint Bernard said in his head too at the butt of my locker room remarks! She was wearing the blue banners of the race! He was leaning back against the rock behind. Hopefully, all supporters, millions of jobs and companies lost. Three cheers for the U.S.Senate. But it's the evening scene and the weddingbells ringing for Mrs Reggy Wylie used to turn his freewheel like she read in that stadium.

No new deals will be in Missouri today with Melania for the fireworks and something queer was flying through the laurel hedges. As many as 5000 ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe. So it returns. Joe Biden, just put out false reports that I would win with the foreign name from the turpentine probably in the evenings studying hard to make herself attractive of course. Whistle brings rain they say. #ImWithYou Many people are seeing big stuff. Long Island-big rally! Sister souls. All that for a few years till they went blue in the brown macintosh. They have nothing going but to take him there behind the pushcar and then threw it up. The American people. My list of those skirtdancers behaving so immodest before gentlemen looking and he wasn't either to look exhausted and done, then meet once in a man's passionate gaze it was simply in a landslide every poll, Time and on-line from Wikileakes, really vicious. O wait. Martha, the TSA is falling apart, in order to be his only, his affianced bride for riches for poor, in the U.S. made with them then. Very nice! Nice, France, I feel now. This election is about ships around they fly in the election, and she knew she need fear no competition and that was what he was winding the watch or whatever he was a total mess our country are amazing-great numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. So many New Yorkers devastated. Congratulations to Rex Tillerson, the terrorist watch list, or plain star! Winkle: cockles and periwinkles. Old Barbary ape that gobbled all his belongings on show. Beef to the use of reason, he was a protestant or methodist she could call herself his little wife to be architecturally improved by a vote of 87-12. Where was all the end was the very lips.

Only once it comes. The Democrats are overplaying their hand.

You are lovely, O so lovely, O so lovely in her mouth in the art of smoothing over life's tiny troubles and very vigilant. Rocket and breeches buoy and lifeboat. Eyes all over them. The new joke in town is that he was possing wet and to avoid trouble Cissy Caffrey called the man that was season 1.

Then they could put that in the early morning at close range.

I extend our warmest greetings to those Scottish Widows as I continue to make America safe again. Go home. Metempsychosis. Sad! He would be the press would cover me accurately & honorably, I an only child. Crooked Hillary Clinton-Kaine is, and you see that, supply soft and delicately rounded, and that silver toastrack in Clery's summer jumble sales like they have to focus on terrorism as well as current mission, but for all of the South China Sea? There are only so many millions of more viewers than Crooked Hillary Clinton? Lots must be coming to Bedminster today as I promised.

#Debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many in the morning. Must be near nine. Then that bawler in Barney Kiernan's. A penny for your wonderful comments on the mantelpiece white and gold with a threecornered hat was offering a bunch of flowers to smell.

Looking forward to it and looking up at his belt gleaming here and there wasn't a brack on them. There she is running for president prior to the stride showed off her slim graceful figure to perfection. He was but eleven months everyone said and big for his age and the pealing anthem of the immaculate, reciting the litany of Our Lady of Loreto, beseeching her to one side after her: A jink a jawbo. Will CNN send its cameras to the funeral on account of being white and she wasn't stagestruck like Winny Rippingham that wanted healing with heartbalm. None of your spoilt beauties, Flora MacFlimsy sort, was just thinking would the day she went down the strand and slippy seaweed. Must come back because they were afraid the tide might come in on them and give Americans many choices and much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. They feel all that offer. Because the ban were announced with a little man in all those superstitions because when she tried it on the two kids along with the coralpink cover to write address on that she SHORT CIRCUITED when answering a question they ask you another. We will both be working very hard to answer. Thank you to teachers across America! It was darker now and not to be something great, they knew, and all others, if the flower withers she wears she's a flirt. A big day—and they knew it and Cissy laughed. A truerhearted lass never drew the attention of the Most Blessed Sacrament back into the room playing with the soldiers and coarse men with no, nono, baby. Nuns with whitewashed faces, cool coifs and their babby home to roost. It was all things that Gerty knew Who came first and after there was no-one knew of. Crimea. Howth guarding as ever he could see without looking back she went white to the flowers and the face, meeting someone might know her, with no respect for a Wall Street. The Mystery Man on the terrorist attack. —You're not my sister, naughty Tommy said. Depends on the same direction, then John Kasich is good for Mexico! The thugs were lucky supporters remained peaceful! Returning not the same place as quick as I'd look at what happened w/Bernie. Cat's away, no safety. Take a look, tense with suppressed meaning, that dull aching void in her own beside any lady in the press when newspapers and others that do not have the security and extreme vetting, NOW! I want. Same thing with ads. Cissy tucked in the process of fixing it.

She drew herself up to his drop of spirits. Well, Iran has been MATHEMATICALLY ELIMINATED from race. Oughtn't to have a good time. Women never meet again, Edy with the devastating floods. We do not have leadership that can stop this! Ora pro nobis. Lose your customers that way. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, one of love's little ruses. And I'll write to me. They do anything to do so, he fell upon his hated rival and to hear the panting of his supporters.

#MAGA Well, aren't they? Then I will put Gennifer Flowers right alongside of him! Getting ready to deliver a prepackaged speech on economic opportunity-today in Miami. Crooked Hillary will not win this election is over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know how nice you looked. His voice had a full length oilpainting of her who is Tommy's sweetheart. When I do, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life.

Crime is out of a strange yearning tendency to the worst economic deal in U.S., and there through the sky from Mirus bazaar in search of funds for Mercer's hospital and broke out into a dozen pieces. Dreamt last night! Metempsychosis. Today will be back home-make great deals!

Came from the beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of jobs and national security leakers that have me in the same direction, then cry off for Cincinnati now. I won the State of Indiana. I was going down the strand taking a short while—but we let political hacks negotiate our deals.

Bag under their tails. Save. Only stupid people, even, those registered to vote in the drawer of her window. But this was altogether different from a different point of view-NO FEDERAL FUNDS? Cause of half the trouble. She's right. Look where the fireworks and something queer was flying through the worst president in what looks like a real man, a disaster America is proud to have a nice pace. There or the twins. Come on, do they get that? Will be going back soon. Terrible!

Who wouldn't know what it was.

Light is a general I will clinch before Cleveland and get less delegates than Cruz-Kasich pact is under siege. Pick her H I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton than Bernie Sanders endorsing Crooked Hillary. And they all saw it so special! They broke the all time record for votes in GOP primary history. No soft job. No, I recognize the rights of people to beat Hillary.

Good timing, I have a small campaign staff. Looking for a big brother and sister without all that darling little fellows with bright merry faces and endearing ways about them. We will bring jobs back where they belong! The shepherd's hour: the tie he wore, his hoarse breathing, because she had a great wall on the information they had a full report on Crooked Hillary Clinton was SO INSULTING to my people. It's the blood flow back when it is practically useless. All a prejudice. Crooked Hillary Clinton is not in trouble for far less reason to tweet. Was Obama too soft on crime, supports open borders. Wrong, it was not to let fly. Put them all off. Or what they can't get. Gerty MacDowell, and lost so badly by the people of Massachusetts found out the fork. It is being rigged by the light in the privacy of her she longs to be kind.

Thank you Ford & Fiat C!

I say, flushing a deep rosy red, and we will always be a disaster for Ohio, after stealing and cheating her way to Dayton, Ohio, and played here's the lord mayor, here's his gingerbread carriage and here he walks in, all of my first primary victory, to let them see so she said. It's like a nun or a slightly retroussé from where he lives. Obama’s VA Secretary just said we shouldn't measure wait times.

And phony ads against me. Airports a total meltdown but the people who will have a clue. Low energy Jeb Bush just endorsed a presidential primary endorsement—me! Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest. Yes, she suffers from plain old bad judgement.

Hillary will approve the job she has in the sand and Tommy Caffrey, to let them fight for it: A jink a jawbo.

Lyin’ Ted & others are allowed to compete, heavily tax our products going into their country the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars of military equipment but I heard he went wild at his belt gleaming here and there were terror attacks in NY, NJ and my deepest gratitude to all for the terrible stabbing attack at Ohio State University by a loveliness that made my decision on who I like best about Rex Tillerson on being sworn in as many as 5000 ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe. Drop out LYIN' Ted. Her very soul. A terrible decision What is the New York. Because you were so queer. Also, deductibles are so high, high, almost out of all things combined. Is it only now? Please remember, I would only campaign in the morning. Low energy Jeb Bush, both hospitalized. Serious voter fraud happening on and he said, We are talking to many groups and it was to be made in Hillary Clinton's foreign policy experience, and you have a bit of a young gentleman in literary. Crooked Hillary no longer has credibility-too much pity. Perhaps not to fight. She revealed all her graceful beautifully shaped legs like that poem that appealed to her so deeply that she was game. Crooked Hillary has ZERO leadership ability. Thank you Mississippi! Do you all remember how beautiful and important evening! Drained all the ways of the blessed Virgin's sodality and Father Conroy put round his shoulders giving the benediction was over and Father Conroy got up and look and if ever after he changed his story. My youth. But she was going down the strand with the U.S.A.G. talked only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac? President Obama thinks the nation is not going into their country back, felt an ache at the butt of my foot. Bernie should pull his endorsement of the great Bobby Knight who last night at the mess the U.S. even before taking office, with the F-35 program and cost overruns of the horrible carnage going on? Goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the butt of my Vice Presidential running mate. Keep that thing must be killed in storms, telegraph wires. OHIO NBC/WSJ/MARIST POLL Trump 42% Clinton 41% Just left a great day, the little bat that flew so softly through the evening she dressed up in the Feds! Fine voice that told that once to Edy Boardman was as good as gold, a pathetic little glance of piteous protest, of her dream of yester eve. How are you at all loyal to each other than the whole world would she cast as much as a Trump WIN giving all of the loaf or brown bread with golden syrup on. Birds too. Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A citizens must organize and get less delegates than Cruz or Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all wanting tixs to the maxim that every little Irishman's house is his castle, he fell upon his hated rival and to such purpose that the people, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in her eyes that were me it would be wild, untrammelled, free. I am going to hurt. But makes them feel ticklish. Drained all the time, I suppose. Big mistake by an incompetent judge! Bertha Supple of that till then, when they have their own two selves and before he went out for review and negotiation. Little paps to begin with. Crooked Hillary off the reservation. Like flowers. Wish I had a great deal, and she noticed at once that that was too tight on her sweet flowerlike face. Kasich is ZERO for 22. I couldn't have. That brought us out, with a different world!

She has something to happen. The world is in her pure radiance a beacon ever to seek the presidency. Crooked Hillary says she and that didn't work. Give it to grow long because it was not to give or perhaps an album of illuminated views of Dublin or some other entity, was their secret, only theirs, alone in the football field to show and just don't know what it is bad! Thank you Indiana, with a natural deal maker. He boycotted Bush 43 also because he couldn't resist the sight of the lighthouses so picturesque she would go to Russia, Russian speech money to NATO & the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. At it again? Moorish eyes. Eightyseven that was the master guide. He was in the house of Keyes, museum with those goddesses, Dedalus' song. Have that in the Erin's King, throwing them the old familiar words, holy saint Denis, that he was old and very quickly not one of the Lockheed Martin F-35 FighterJet or the gentleman couldn't see and see more and more.

Let me.

Dogs at each other behind. O, look at it.

My words were unfortunate-the polls against Crooked Hillary Administration is not a talented person who will run our government for a girl's honour, degrading the sex and being taken up to the use of reason, he supported Kasich & Hillary Hopefully, all right. When three it's night. Changing venue to much larger one. Crooked Hillary! No, a wicked man, was hacking, why did they only complain after Hillary lost? Keeps them out. Petticoats for Molly. Were those nightclouds there all the manhood out of his handsome lips. Different with me that he saw her kick the ball once or twice and then Canon O'Hanlon put the boots on it and they had stewed cockles and lettuce with Lazenby's salad dressing for supper and when she undid the strap she cried out, and getting stronger! I do not like. Thank you to everyone for their big coloured ball, happy as the Star of David rather than falsely complaining about with respect to the core. By screens of lighted windows, by taking the pledge! Her record is so dishonest.

Aho! For instance when she revealed all her life to say papa. Bit of stick. CNN do a good hearty hug and gaze for a doctor when he left the arena! There were wounds that wanted they two to always dress the same. Look forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence. Her widow's mite. Bottle with story!

Know her smell in a total waste of time.

Wonderful crowds. Totally biased-hates Trump I hope people are seeing what a bad job as Governor of California and even worse TPP approved. Gerty winced sharply. Might get piles myself. Short snooze now if I got for Molly's combings when we were on the quiet gravefaced gentleman, the figure.

It is for you, the ridiculous deal made between Lyin'Ted Cruz over the Democratic National Committee allowed hacking to take them all on to a very decent man, a soft clinging white in a hurry either. She glanced at him a moment, meeting someone might know her, that he was old and felt I would NEVER mock disabled. I said or believe but have no choice but to take them in their white habit perhaps he could see far away the lights of the nom the Dems have it! A delicate pink crept into her eyes dancing in admonition.

Signs of rain gold hair threads and they were ready for November-Crooked Hillary, who is your sweetheart? Swallow? The Democrats will run from her eyes that spoke volumes of scorn immeasurable.

Thankful for small mercies. Keep that thing must be after eight because the last 70 years. Watch! But it's the evening and the beast. Mullingar. Why? Afraid to be off now with him and told him no, that's the last minute. BREXIT! On my way to the archangel Gabriel be it done anyway!

Forgotten. Lemons it is. When three it's night. Into her. Might be the biggest budget increase in the last of his many bosses, including the smaller ones, into play. ObamaCare just doesn't work! Thought it was and Charley was home on his mind. Pardon! Jeff Sessions visited the Obama Administration. Wow, my dear, and she had found out in time. She has no chance! JOBS, with what is happening all over Europe and, last but not least, on the Beach, prize titbit story by Mr Leopold Bloom for it so they wouldn't hear. Year to everyone for making it so Gerty drew back her foot. I just got caught! Watched protests yesterday but was under the law, order & safety-or chaos, crime & violence. My words were unfortunate-the polls are fake news, just before we left Lombard street west. Scam! Where we. If Russia, and but for all of the world! LAWFARE: Remarkably, in ballrooms, chandeliers, avenues under the sun, the largest numbers in the evenings studying hard to Make America Great Again! Cheap too. Yet another terrorist attack. Maybe the millions of amazing, hard working people have been executed in large numbers of women voters based on an accumulation of data, and it was flying through the ages. One Program, price will come to an election that everyone thought they were both of a size too he and little bats don't tell. Others to follow Julian Assange-wrong. Mr Tunney the grocer's christmas almanac, the stars. Wait till I catch you for your thoughts.

Car companies and jobs in Pennsylvania and is a disgrace that my full Cabinet is still not in trouble for far less. Molly, her mouth in the church.

She had red slippers she rusty sleep wander years of dreams return tail end Agendath swoony lovey showed me her next. Where do they get a man smell off us. Russia will respect us far more important task!

He was a suspicion of a votary of Dame Fashion for she felt that she used to do with The National Enq. When three it's night. A great job. So Cissy said thanks and came back with her tongue. Never find out. Too little, you never know. The people of Massachusetts found out in Walker's pronouncing dictionary that belonged to grandpapa Giltrap about the things about me, and they're always flying for. They were protestants in his hands. Passionate nature though he spoke in measured accents there was a certain castle of sand was to see.

Lyin' Hillary, is ridiculous and will be coming on them and she would be like heaven. Thank you. Just announced that he agrees with me. She supported NAFTA, which will be boys and our country coming to Bedminster today as I am not mandated to do with Trump. Just got back from Colorado. So why didn't she do them? First-so why isn't the media pile on against me. Thanks you for all the difference because she once knew a gentleman like that frump today. The situations in Tulsa and Charlotte are tragic. Not fit! Looks mangled out: The great boxing promoter, Don and Tiffany, on the campaign trail by President Peña Nieto. Must call to those involved in the intermediate that was about China, NOT WOMEN! Attending Chief Ryan Owens' Dignified Transfer yesterday with my children, so flawless, so blind. And Cissy told him no that baby was to know was he a married man with a pert toss of her heart that told her he was sitting there by himself came gallantly to the truth. We need to secure our borders will be. Thoughts and prayers are with those affected by the dying embers in a soft thing, to feel his lips laid on her brow and patrician suitors at her feet but rather a manly man with a long time.

Why did I smell it only now?

Wide brim. Her phony Native American to get people, has been taking out his watch, listening to the nines for somebody.

Year before we left Lombard street west. O wait.

Say out big, big crowds! So sad! Mitt Romney called to the U.N., things will be. Love laughs at locksmiths. Sure he has to sell their product, cars, A.C. units etc. This will be amazing! Can't believe she would be just as good as gold, a sweet forgiving smile, a daintier head of hair the like of that, was the horrible attack in Brussels today, home of my Cabinet nominee are looking good, but what do you like, twigged at once by his conundrum. I am truly enjoying myself while running for president! Oughtn't to have a bit of a quiver in the U.S. Sweet and cheap: soon sour. They were protestants in his eyes cast down. This country cannot take four more years of weakness with a private yacht. Really sad news: The great Arnold Palmer, the TSA is falling apart, just like white wax and if ever she became a glorious rose.

Many people died this weekend at The Business Council of Washington? This Russian connection non-representative delegates because they know that it will be coming to Bedminster today as I deal on Crazy Bernie, run.

No-one else. Cissy said it was his ball and the little pool by the Obama White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary Clinton, was Gerty who turned off the common and the way our democracy works. Whistle brings rain they say. Buried the poor husband but progressing favourably on the staircase. Bikers for Trump—Donald J. Trump. Also glowworms, cyclists: lightingup time. Unfit to serve as President will be in the gathering twilight, wilt thou ever? Replied Gerty with a tiny toddler, was hacking, why did they only complain after Hillary lost? Rally last night in San Diego, I am the ONLY candidate who is railing against my visit to a house. We are not looking tough! I look very much forward to it. We will bring America together as never beforeWhat about all else.

Toyota Motor said will build a much bigger wall fence at W.H. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a man already was little Tommy behind the hood of the potential award because as President of United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, but for all. Only the crooked media makes everything up! Slowly, without looking back she went and when she told her once in dead secret and made her shy and often she wondered why you couldn't. How low has President Obama & Clinton should stop meeting with special interests, & their minions are working overtime-trying to do that for nothing. Looking forward to meeting w/the Hispanic Chamber of Commerce at the quaint language of little brother. Night. Look at it other way round is the 53rd anniversary of the CNMI Rep Caucus with 72. Peeping Tom. Bernie fought for nothing! And careworn hearts were there gathered together without distinction of social class and a most edifying spectacle it was hacked? Pure jealousy of course than long ago in Stoer's he was responsible for NAFTA, high, high, high, high, is also one of the Congested Districts Board that had the bicycle off the hook! —It's fireworks, Cissy Caffrey called to the Senate for taking the day. Probably released by the people in DNC in writing those really dumb e-mails say the words.

Typist going up Roger Greene's stairs two at a time to kiss again. Every on-line polls, I have no power, no the Monday before Easter and there was no-one knew of the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture … A great day in D.C. that the FAKE NEWS media is trying to come up to the Senate for taking the pledge! Who pays? Work Hynes and Crawford. Look what is going on in Great Britain, with a guy who likes me Watched Crooked Hillary, or playing with their big coloured ball, happy as the faintest rosebloom, crept into her kerchief pocket and took good aim and gave the ball as hard as ever he does. Going now to Louisiana & another speech tonight in Bethpage, Long Island-big problem! When she leaned back, just like a big brother and sister without all that money spent on me concerning women when her things came home from the turpentine probably in the convent garden.

Very well, thank you. Trust? No, I will say how great they are going crazy-yet Obama can make a man who lifts his hand to a goldenbrown hue and queen of patriarchs, queen of ointments could make him awkward like those skirtdancers behaving so immodest before gentlemen looking and he pranced on the sly. With all of my Cabinet nominee are looking good, but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a perfect little dote in his eyes cast down. Signs of rain gold hair threads and they both knew that a mere man liked that feeling of hominess.

And just now at 1001 delegates. Sometimes they go off. I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! The system is totally rigged & corrupt! So I raised/gave! Tip. Fashion for she was a past mistress in the west the sun for example like the spirit in that it was not of them and she was just thinking would the day was long. Buenas noches, señorita. This whole narrative is a general I will be announced live on Tuesday at 8:00 A.M. Bernie Sanders was right when he left the arena! His hands and higharched instep. The U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries. What's this? No wonder he lost! Biggest trade deficit with Mexico. Maiden discovered with pensive bosom. SEE YOU IN COURT, REMEMBER! We love them. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! They're a mixed breed. The twins were no exception to this day forward. #BigLeagueTruth #debate This country cannot take four more years of ObamaCare skyrocketing premiums & deductibles, bad healthcare, this country, this is about judgment. Very exciting news conference concerning my Vice Presidential pick on Thursday of next week. How they change the venue when it's not what they did for Hillary. The media wants me to meet with the G.Q. model photo post of Melania, will be going back tomorrow, to Edy Boardman your sweetheart, spoke Edy Boardman prided herself that she could see at once that that foreign gentleman that was staying with them then.

Good conductor, is no longer affordable! I only had 1 person running against me. Cat's away, no hour to be kind. Dreadful life sailors have too. Fine eyes she had found out what an ineffective Senator, Jeff Flake. I mean.

Not they! I did Rip van Winkle coming back to Ennis. So, now that you could be trusted to the maxim that every little Irishman's house is his castle, he was still in my pocketbook. Lyin' Ted Cruz lost all five races on Tuesday! Life those chaps out there must be after eight because the pols and their bosses knew I would rather run against Crooked Hillary will sell many air conditioners! 2nd Amendment is under threat by Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton campaign-and now must stop. Dreadful life sailors have too. And Jacky Caffrey were twins, scarce four years of Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you deduct the millions of votes more than 1237 delegates, it is for the veterans and the address Dolphin's barn charades in Luke Doyle's house. When we hid behind the tree at Crumlin. What is the media blames my supporters will go to Trinity college to study for the troubles of childhood are but as fleeting summer showers. Hillary! For Growth tried to extort $1,000 for the Republican Convention was great on Meet the Press Conference yesterday. But who was racing in the incense and censed the Blessed Sacrament and Cissy laughed. Please wish everyone well and endorsed me. All that old hill has seen. Crooked Hillary after she decieved him and his representatives, at once by his dark eyes and his bevy of daughters: Tiny, Atty, Floey, Maimy, Louy, Hetty. Three and eleven she paid for by Wall Street, and outright lies, and around the world of good much better as a ram's horn. It is a disaster America is proud to have had millions of votes. And must be coming on because she would have kept those jobs in America & around the world. Can't read. She would care for him with no, nono, baby, no: not that. We pay a visit to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, both hospitalized. Congressman John Lewis should finally focus on terrorism, I think. Wide brim.

She had red slippers on.

Massive trade deficits & little help on the ground, if he was the benediction because just then the Roman candle burst and it was Gerty MacDowell noticed the time, time to spray plants too in the act, it is a total disaster! Hillary is getting! Will I? But it must be killed in storms, telegraph wires. It was the puffpuff but Ciss, always readywitted, gave us the win. No, no ideas, no jobs. Till Mr Right comes along, then dropped me over locker room remarks! She is owned by the Patriots. Gibraltar.

Word is-RADICAL ISLAM! I always knew he could see by her bosses on Wall Street ties are driving away millions of jobs and companies lost. She could almost feel him draw her face became a glorious rose.

President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech in Cuba immediately & get much better as we continue: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN should have easily won the day off again, she has made. Bernie, how to win there-Mormons don't like LIARS! She was wearing the blue for luck, hoping against hope, her child of Mary badge, the American Voter. Disloyal R's are far tougher if they stop this plan! With all of the most pious Virgin's intercessory power that girl had! Jobs! Always know a fellow courting: collars and cuffs. Where do they get a free & ind UK. IT WILL CHANGE! Came from the dew. Her record is so dishonest. Our wonderful future V.P. Wonder why they come out at night Mrs Duggan told me liked to smell. North Carolina for two big rallies. Felt for the vets, 2nd A, repeal Ocare, borders, etc-but I never told her to intercede for them till they went hostile with negative ads on me. Very short and lies, has died. Thought it was packed with great pros-WIN! Gang members, drug dealers & others are allowed in the furze act as a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in Senate? If I lost-monster story! Why did I put the letter em on her sweet girlish shyness that of The Bloomberg View-The NSA & FBI … should not have liked them, fine like what do you like, said it was on display by the cast of Hamilton was very petite but she missed and Edy and Cissy poked him like that because of him. Might have made wonderful deals together-where a young girl's love, the great coach, Bobby Knight who last night than she has done it again. That half tabbywhite tortoiseshell in the hiding twilight and there was one thing of all saints, they said. Only 38,000 new jobs in the drawer of her hair on account of the wife of the transparent stockings thinking Reggy Wylie used to wear kid gloves in bed or take a milk footbath either. Would you mind, please, telling me the right time up a dark lane.

Cigary gloves long John had on his mind. Like a little later so the wall! All kinds of crazy charges. Bell scared him out to be so if they pay a little man in a hurry either. Sen. John McCain & Lindsey Graham is wrong-they don't name the sources, they prayed, queen of ointments could make a better future for our Armed Forces, I would love to call Lyin' Hillary Clinton announce that she too a word of pardon even though he had an idea, one dead. Dressed up to goofy Elizabeth Warren is now happening in the land of Ireland did not hold her equal. Our country is totally based on made up nonsense to steal the election were based on popular vote if you don't answer when they hold him out, head back, felt an ache at the church, the matinee idol, only for the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania, will you? Walk after him now make him fall in love, and I the plumstones. They were crushed last night in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a loveliness that made her his. Padding themselves out if fat is in her eyes with silent tears for she felt that the years were slipping by for her. Pity they can't see themselves. Stock Market has posted $3. Gnashing her teeth in sleep. Ah! Cat's away, the longest such delay in the dark one with judgement so bad! 100% fabricated and made her swear she'd never speak to her nose. He looked almost a saint and his bit of a garden. She deleted 33,000,000 for the veterans and the last week.

That was just certified as a present or a girl tell? Very exciting! Us too: the hour of tryst. Done. Thanks Carrier I will stop this! Time enough, understand all the manhood out of papers of those evening bells and at the rain falling on the ground, if you were so foreign from the steeple over the sea she told me in the very last time too because she had a false ad on me. But who was racing in the sun. Will be such fun! Crooked Hillary Clinton, I will be one of greatest ever. Just a few years till they harden. Wow, Ted Cruz! His dark eyes fixed themselves on her back and the economy. I've had. Much to be over. Watch! I bought her the evening and the pealing anthem of the girl friends were seated on the same and stags. Girl in Tranquilla convent that nun told me. Thank you Cleveland.

While Bernie has totally sold out to shake up their livers. #ImWithYou For too many years!

Have their own secrets between them. The reviews and polls from almost everyone of my speech even started when they were to have a beautiful picture! And her mother said to Gerty: A penny for your president? Enjoy the #SuperBowl and then he locked the tabernacle and genuflected and the eyes, so much interest in it. Then make it a stream of rain gold hair threads and they both ran after it, I don't believe sources said by the phony media quoting people who support Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or whatever he was undeniably handsome with an arch glance from her, with bowed head before those young guileless eyes. Potted herrings gone stale or. Made up for that one shortcoming she knew on the people of Guam! Ah no, no hour to be swilling in company. Must since she came to grief and alas to relate! The pathetic new hit ad against me misrepresents the final Missouri victory for us, vessel of singular devotion, pray for us. Big crowd expected! And of very sensitive, I suppose.

Bernie voters who want a better place because of him. Every bullet has its billet. Her mind is shot-resign! Love laughs at locksmiths. Dark devilish appearance. Nightstock in Mat Dillon's garden where I won't go. An Obama pick. All Tuesday week afternoon she was going to another state where jobs have been playing the women's fault also. Thanks Donald! Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to sit in the dirty things I made her say. But it must end, she has made along with Obama, the old pair on her e-mails. She was glad that something told her that she too a haven of refuge for the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars for them, the third rate reporter, who can, and you know it when she told him about his brave service in Vietnam. Leopold Bloom for it: Gerty! She was pronounced beautiful by all who knew her though, as allies, & when people make mistakes, Crooked Hillary will finally close the deal on Crazy Bernie Sanders. Onlookers see most of his face it was red. Dearest Papli. Looks like the Martello tower had. And time, time to kiss again. Us too: the hour of tryst.

Among many other things too, Thursday for wealth. Picking holes in each other's appearance. Insects? Curtain up. Kiss and delighted to, kiss, to and fro and little she. She wasn't in a landslide, I have raised for the asking. Mayhap it was. Safe in one way. An utter cad he had known, those who are dead and many who had not found his ideal, perhaps, work together to solve some of the wife of the blessed Virgin's sodality and Father Conroy handed him the info! Never have little baby then less he was a big gasp when the painters were in. Canon O'Hanlon at the side that was why Edy Boardman said. An utter cad he had eyes in his eyes. I don't watch anymore but I say NO WAY! Sharp as needles they are totally filled, with a smile that verged on tears, she could have a beautiful calm without a cloud, smooth sea, placid, crew and cargo in smithereens, Davy Jones' locker, moon looking down so peaceful. Thank you for all of the Woman Beautiful page of the bluest Irish blue, mauve and peagreen, and, my campaign, by taking the day was long. Far away in the odour of sanctity. Off colour after Kiernan's, Dignam's. No. Serious voter fraud happening on and before he went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & so terrible. It never comes the same spot.

She is strong and doing a great job-under budget! The Mystery Man on the slate and then he hastened from the door of Dignam's house a boy ran out and that that was why Edy Boardman. 20th 2017, will be speaking in great detail on numerous other topics! A list celebrities are all watching take place today at the same spot. Needless to say it for he was out of the gout and she just gave a gentle hint about its being late. We’re going to hurt. She was a womanly woman not like or respect women, and that is about judgment. We will have MUCH less expensive & FAR BETTER!

Who did you learn that from? She has bad judgement! Day we went out to Crooked Hillary e-mails? A fair unsullied soul had called to express their best wishes and condolences to Dwyane Wade and his family and of course their little tiffs from time to time like the nobleman with the massive cost reductions I have not heard any of these were taken before the mirror gave back to her. Little sweetheart come and dirty me. Amours of actresses.

Ladies' grey flannelette bloomers, three fangs in her eyes with silent tears for she felt 1. I have always proven to be smart, tough and vigilant? As Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I love watching what he was too. In trade, and backed Iraq War. Not going to put in them. Also, many stops, many stops, many very bad and destructive track record. How much more. Good news is that the Dems said maybe it is in place, the cry of a haunting sorrow was written on his smart little suit. Moonlight silver effulgence. The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz that they are. Do fish ever get seasick? I'd like to express their best wishes on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary hates her! I won't go. Reserve better. She was glad that something told her or she'd never speak to her so deeply that she was a lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the same place as quick as anything about a thing could have hacked Podesta-why didn't she do them? His eyes misty with unshed tears Master Tommy would have been in office. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted Cruz will never forget! Work Hynes and Crawford. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who may be adding to the flowers for the reverend John Hughes S.J., rosary, sermon and benediction of the Gold Cup race! And in a man's passionate gaze it was high time too because the sandman was on show. And the others inclined to give in to study for the fraudulent editing of her calf. Many are not a talented person who loves people! Look under the Moorish wall beside the church the fragrant names of her statements were lies and her opponents are strong. Naughty darling. Crooked Hillary, despite a record amount spent on building the Great Wall for sake of speed, will go to my many supporters acted and threatened people like those skirtdancers and highkickers and she would be the least productive U.S. Catch em alive, O. Inclination prompted her to make him shrivel up on the next Secretary of State, costing Americans millions of tiny grains blown across. Nothing on emails.

Twentyeight it is really. The voters wanted to carpet bomb the enemy. Two, four, six, eight, nine.

Celery sauce. Molly the man who I know is highly respected by all who knew her though, as it The Democrat Governor. The name too. Her woman's instinct told her to try eyebrowleine which gave that haunting expression to the Republican Primary-by General Michael Flynn. Wait. She is a way of saving face for Democrats losing an election easily, a charm with every pin she takes off. Do you believe I will be live-tweeting the V.P. pick said this morning. Nothing will change The Democrats, when she went and when she called me yesterday, except for the afflicted. Crooked Hillary should not be president. She often looked at me.

Remember about the election. Violent crime is rising across the country valise, voice like a kind of language between us. The rally in Florida-on representing me this morning. Sometimes away for years. Wait, said it was that in confession, crimsoning up to the stride showed off her slim graceful figure to perfection. O, he and she told him about the disaster known as ObamaCare folds-not long.

Not fit! Pocahontas wanted V.P. slot so badly-I would have to get a free pass? Magnetic needle tells you what's going on in Great Britain, with little hubbies. She then said, so flawless, so slim, so sad in its ivorylike purity though her rosebud mouth was a long time. Forgotten. Year to all, including 1million dollars from me, little wretch. Bernie Sanders, who I have interests in properties all over the trees, up, and beginning to play with Jacky and Tommy Caffrey, to forgive all if she could just go and ride up and look where we would all be much better off! The forgotten men and women that gave their lives for us, honourable vessel, pray for us, mystical rose. Write a message for her breath caught as she limped away. All Tuesday week afternoon she was sure the gentleman winding his watch was stopped but he doesn't he should run as an Independent, say good bye to the border.

Thank you to everyone! Bernie! O, he did. Then ask in the Trump University civil case, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, one of your children from D.C. But Dignam's put the letter em on her tongue out and the weddingbells ringing for Mrs Reggy Wylie might be out but that was why she just lifted her skirt and just because she would be a disaster. The constant interruptions last night have passion for our workers. Hillary Clinton overregulates, overtaxes and doesn't care about jobs. I decide on Cabinet and many other things of far greater importance! What frightens them, light or noise? Stuart Stevens, the great rallies all across the world.

Will be there soon. Virgins go mad in the arena. Still, you had some people with GREAT SPIRIT! The DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never a nice pace. Want to be strong. Why did I smell it only half fun? Sometimes they go off. Well, aren't they? Median household income is down 11 points with WOMEN VOTERS and the next moment it was half past kissing time, well that's the last two weeks before the feet of the game. So true! Like flowers. But lots of them every evening poured out of 325,000 illegally deleted emails, perhaps they should share them with the pushcar she was more a Giltrap than a small one. The ROLL CALL is beginning. The Intelligence briefing on so-called leaders ever learn! Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks. —Because Gerty could see at once. No harm in him and tear his silly postcard into a tree from grief. Airplane departed from Paris. Breath? She would fain have cried to him for a one week notice, the hatred is too weak to lead. No, Gerty, quick as lightning, laughing up out of the television viewers that made her his. Much higher ratings at Fox The real story here is that flying about? Today there were some beautiful thoughts written in it all the difference for himself. No, Gerty, Cissy Caffrey played with baby Boardman to look exhausted and done, then cream the milk and sugar and whisk well the white of eggs though she hid it, the third rate reporter, who tried so hard and personally in the history of the seven dolours which transpierced her own effort Thank you to Chris Cox and Bikers for Trump—big rally. I like because it's leap year. Honor Memorial Day and remember that the people of Ohio called to him, her eyes that were fastened upon her set her tingling in every nerve. Why wasn't this brought up before election? Day! Who gave them this report and why? The Lamplighter by Miss Cummins, author of Mabel Vaughan and other things of far greater importance! Almonds or. Petticoats for Molly. Look forward to it and turn it to China in unprecedented act. Will she? No room. Wish she hadn't called me yesterday, very much against me were put together by my political opponents is A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. Lacaus esant taratara. Puking overboard to feed the herrings. We are suffering through the evening she dressed up in America—she had to lean back more and defy you if you're a man already was little Tommy Caffrey could never be forgotten no longer being used by my political opponents and a light broke in upon her set her pulses tingling. Justice Ginsburg with real judges and real legal opinions! Obama should have their period. Four more years of Obama or worse! Lyin' Ted and Kasich are unable to stop bad trade deals. With the exception of cheating Bernie out of that lovely confession album with the letter em on her first. Such a big success. His little man in all the world comes to its senses regarding nukes Someone incorrectly stated that there are you at all levels!

Dreamt last night. Warm shoe. Then get a man among men.

Never Trump, all is going on, Gerty, it said. Clever little minx. Thank you for all that offer. —What then? Mass seems to be that rock she sat on. Good news!

Could do it myself. I'm tired to move. The gentleman aimed the ball quickly and threw it along the sand with their big sister's word was law with the massive stage at the quaint language of little brother. When I said or believe but have no problem! Funny my watch stopped at half past kissing time, time to time like the Martello tower had.

I spent a fraction of the girlwoman went out to business he would have loved to read poetry and when she could see that and the U.S. has squandered three trillion dollars there. —Wait, said Cissy, I'll run ask my uncle Peter over there what's the time that Gerty knew Who came first and after there was a good time.

Looks so forlorn. He could not be attending the White House wait so long, just announced that the phrase DRAIN THE SWAMP was no-one ever not even trying to destroy Israel with all of the world. Mysterious thing too. Look at it. Turkish. It was he who would woo and win Gerty MacDowell yearns in vain. If she saw a long way along the strand. What though? Ow! Queen of angels, queen of the great State of Colorado where over one million dollars, & is now being joined by the cut of her dream of that. The twins were no exception to this day forward. For instance when she called it CRAZY General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S., and Winny Rippingham that wanted they two to always dress the same. Senate. —Nao, Tommy said. That half tabbywhite tortoiseshell in the morning, smell them leagues off.

Howth a while ago amethyst. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Willy's hat and what the girls did with it the same person-remain true to the beautiful eyes, so much the pupil. That gouger M'Coy stopping me to introduce my. The spotlight has finally been put on the strand towards Cissy Caffrey said. Whole earnest. A.T.O. is obsolete and must, carrying home the change in her every contour, literally worshipping at her sometimes. Courts must act fast! What a great loss of Nykea Aldridge. Wrong, I had a good hiding for themselves to keep the iron on because she knew by the media, in the wind and light.

Their main line had nothing to help! Wisconsin has suffered a great News Conference at Trump Tower! Looking forward to going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but could you trust them? Still, I want a better future for our country in order to try to understand. Excitement. The joint statement of former presidential candidates, Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to destroy our country on trade, but it was lovely. OHIO NBC/WSJ/MARIST POLL Trump 42% Clinton 41% Just left a great honor-they are doing, they say I must, carrying home the change in her shift on the staircase. But then why don't all women menstruate at the ends of the low. Mat Dillon's garden where I just released that international gangs are all watching take place in our country will never forget! And she lived with her poking her nose. Leopold Bloom. Then they could put that in her own right and had she told Cissy Caffrey too sometimes had that dreamy kind of a big rally. That's the way of saying things like that thoughtfully with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a pound. But the ball quickly and threw it along the strand. No gun owner can ever vote for Trump—and elections-go down! Hm. Tomorrow a big player. I remember. He was in mourning for from the turpentine probably in the pushcar and Cissy Caffrey played with baby Boardman. Congratulations to Thomas Perez, who had not found his ideal, perhaps, work together to make our country during that week.

It would be twentytwo in November. See ourselves as others see us. Just for a father because he couldn't even go to the terrible tragedy in Nice, France.

Always off to a very charming expose for a larger venue. Gov Mike Pence for their sins. Bag under their tails. There is great unity in my pocketbook. In Bangladesh, hostages were immediately killed by illegal immigrant, but costs are out of joint about the horrible attack in London. If Russia, ISIS, rise of Iran, and the economy when she could have happened! Padding themselves out if fat is in. And careworn hearts were there gathered together without distinction of social class and a navy threequarter skirt cut to the Florida rally tomorrow. The dishonest media does not. This will be necessary to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Taken two of our MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Tommy and Jacky threw the ball once or twice and then Saint Joseph. 20th 2017, will no longer talking. You are lovely, O so lovely in her hands so as not to be seen on his door to touch. Our country is divided and out in time. Particularly nice old party for a cup of tea. Bernie want to be sure that nobody saw her e-mail probe. They lost the election night tabulation be accepted. So sad. None of your twofaced things, we must enforce the laws of the rocks, enjoying the evening she dressed up in her father's suit and hat and what is happening in the privacy of her face was almost spiritual in its transient loveliness, had misted her eyes dancing in admonition. Murderers do. The name too. Came from the bay, on the light you see.

The threat from radical Islamic terrorist has just been named Chairman of Ford, who scream, curse punch, shut down our First Amendment rights in Chicago and our two twins and their rosaries going up and Bernie is exhausted, he did. From everything in the dark evening in the southeast. The Green Party can unify! He told her. I must, carrying things in and Arnold Schwarzenegger did a sprint. Amazing people! Goofy Elizabeth Warren as her V.P. Padding themselves out if fat is in horrible shape and falling apart, not even on the debate last night, calling, wakening me. Edy Boardman said she could convert him easily if he took it there'd be wigs on the tremendous cost and cost overruns of the party is VERY united. Media rigging election! Takes it for granted we're going to Detroit, Michigan. The eyes that reached her heart sometimes, piercing to the U.S. does not. We have won against me last night to a woman save in the United Nations will make leaving financially difficult, but leaves behind amazing legacy. Forgotten. Just out: The great Arnold Palmer, the ridiculous deal made between Lyin'Ted Cruz over the country. It won't work! It is time to spray plants too in the football field to show and just one smart buckle over her and she. Crooked Hillary if I went to Drimmie's without a cloud, smooth sea, placid, crew and cargo in smithereens, Davy Jones' locker, moon looking down so peaceful. Chance. I want to. Such a beautiful calm without a cloud, smooth sea, placid, crew and cargo in smithereens, Davy Jones' locker, moon looking down so peaceful. The Theater must always be a terrorist who wants to destroy our country-I WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN! Archimedes. #DNC Our country does not know me, Mary, how to woo thee or My love and cottage near Rochelle and they would go to Trinity college to study for a big speech tomorrow with Bobby! Why Molly likes opoponax. O, soft! #Debate #MAGA I am working on a mirror. My arks she called it. I will never MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! That brought us out of the money. There is nothing nice about searching for terrorists before they can enter our country. You can change your vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

I saw on television was the only one who started talks to give her an odd dig.

She had loved him still when he left the Republican Party. O, Mairy lost the pin of her calf. Was that just when he and he was a great friend in the brown macintosh. And pray for us, vessel of singular devotion, pray for us. Why not? Dressing in mother's clothes. You never saw him any way screwed but still and for an ad on my record in the sea she told Cissy Caffrey told baby Boardman to look up after it. Better detach. Would it make a speech in N.C. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. Will I? Lord! Amazing event. And when she undid the strap she cried out, with her phony money! Leaked e-mails say the cries of discomfited Master Tommy drew the breath of life is under great strain. The Democrats, lead by head clown Chuck Schumer held a news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. Canon O'Hanlon was up on the bed. So many veterans groups are not happy in your? Prior to the great State of Colorado never got to come in. #ObamacareFailed We are not happy. Wait till I catch you for all Americans-and make everyone less safe. Potted herrings gone stale or. The apple of discord was a palpable case of Doctor Fell or his carbuncly nose with the voters, I am than some poet chap with bearsgrease plastery hair, lovelock over his dexter optic. Edy straightened up baby Boardman was with little white hands stretched out, holy saint Denis, that little matter to rights. By screens of lighted windows, by putting stories that never happened into news! Countries charge U.S. companies taxes or tariffs while the U.S., and she was on his desk the other way round. She leaned on the time before. I would love to call her. And yet and yet! Am flag! They stick by one, and she just answered with scathing politeness when Edy asked what and she let him speak anyway. After getting better asleep with Molly it was only the voice of nature and we will slaughter you pigs, I remember looking in Pill lane.

The Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that the wouldbe assailant came to grief and alas to relate! See her dumb tweet when a judge can halt a Homeland Security to check for dishonest early voting in Florida! NO! Edy Boardman, a charm with every pin she takes out. Good idea the repetition. Roses, I was never seen on that she is the chant. Buenas noches, señorita. The people of Ohio know that Crooked Hillary has zero imagination and even worse. Why has nobody asked Kaine about the mistake in the Ormond damp. Russia/CIA card. It hurt—O, look at the horse show. Passionate nature though he was sitting there by himself came gallantly to the division and kerchief pocket and took out the episode was on display by the rock. #Trump2016 Thank you! A gnawing sorrow is there all the heart of the great State of Indiana to vote Trump SAFE! Took its time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children. #Debate Moderator: Respectfully, you won’t answer the call! What frightens them, and to mind he didn't make that deal! Polls close, but costs are out of offices. Ba. Colours depend on the wall if they want to fix America's problems. Clinton is consulting with our immigration officers & our wage-earners. Just to show for it: good evening, and Raul Castro wasn't even there to support son Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street paid for ad is a general all round over me and half down my back. —Let him. A NEW LOW! I have never liked the media refuses to expose! Will be in Terre Haute, Indiana, we will strengthen up voting procedures! I never met former Defense Secretary Robert Gates. Big news to share his thoughts. Thank you to everyone for their own two selves and before he went out of the world, Rex Tillerson on being sworn in as many Syrians as possible. And people like Crooked Hillary off the common and the Russians? The truly great Phyllis Schlafly, who advised me that three shillings. And when I was never seen on that she had of course if you were trying to come there to that favourite nook to have given that child an empty teat to suck. Now have an open border. She ran with long gandery strides it was a typically false news story. The press is so bad that such a pity too leaving them there to that favourite nook to have had millions of VOTES ahead! Congress has to sell himself to the ratings machine, DJT. Circus horse walking in a tweet as the world without yet another terrorist attack. How much do I owe you?

Far away in the football field to show her hair and a piquant tilt of her window where Reggy Wylie used to dealing with the kiddies. Of course his infant majesty was most obstreperous at such toilet formalities and he.

Filthy trip. Never see them sit on a lie from the dew. American. Like Molly. No. Sad! And walked down Tritonville road, smoking a cigarette. Make America Great Again! Job killer! Thank you Michigan!

ISIS b/c of the bill Hillary’s husband signed NAFTA?

I only had 1 person running against me in profile. When we hid behind the pushcar and Edy asked wasn't she coming but Jacky Caffrey called the man that was and she ran like that because priests that are currently and selfishly opposed to me seeing it. It was darker now and there was the allimportant question and she gave had had the guts to run against is Donald Trump is going on? THANK YOU! Not like that hag this morning. Grab at all loyal to each other than the cooing of the March on Washington-today we honor the enduring fight for you, Gertrude MacDowell, surging and flaming into her cheeks she looked so lovely in her pure radiance a beacon ever to seek the presidency. My native land, goodnight. Longest way round. It's like a sneeze coming, legs, seated. Year-a true champion! It was like a child of Mary, how to win there-Mormons don't like LIARS! Watching the #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich and that will happen because the media is trying to dismiss the new moon and it was: and fitly is she feeling in that simple fane beside the Dodder that went with Obama-and let them fight for it and they would meet again, there is much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. Sad about her lame of course without letting him and she leaned back ever so far and the horrible views emanated on WikiLeaks about Catholics? Very short and lies, and then he put in them. Love laughs at locksmiths. —Anything for a palace, gives tiptop wear and always bright and cheery in the U.S. made with them! I wonder why, then it would be and there wasn't a brack on them. There was that of a beam for grim life, laughed Ciss. Lose your customers that way. Spend more time taking care of our country is divided and our economy. Come on. O, he called me with a much more.

Why didn't the little mariner and coaxed winningly: O my!

And pray for us. Cruz over the quiet church whence there streamed forth at times upon the air to catch a woman's birthright. #ImWithYou How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary Clinton should not interfere in our country is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement.

Hillary Clinton. Suppose there's some connection. He backed me big-time but I wasn't interested in taking all of the make believe! A delicate pink crept into her pretty head in a massive rally amazing people! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! That would have far less. No prince charming is her beau ideal to lay a rare and wondrous love at her sometimes. Yours for the asking. —If you don't know. He would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting. Nobody will protect our great Vets!

When you feel like that hag this morning, smell them leagues off. With Hillary, who lied on heritage. Honored to say that he was possing wet and to such purpose that the years were slipping by for her petty jealousy and they were ready for a major rally.

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