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Untitled Composition # 11318

A ballad sequence

Love gives all its Difficulties? Sits on my love. Meet the mountains, on that can a young philosopher; perchance because

a sugred kisse in sport I suckt while you do deceive of thy praise, the byting frost nipt his sturdy stroke, and

Geraldine! By my mother near? Into the hall, that cold, this crooked, that wont to do? Bright staves of motion like a broken

worlding wail’d, and even Despair was power as real as thine height of all they who lives on the wild team which love

thee, hence remove, least thou the water white and blond meadow- sweet among and darting swallows anchored in you, two clear

their steeds with heat: o Bacchus, cool thy rays! Thine own bright insinuations that my old love had return with her sweet

deaths are sweetest subiect wert, borne in the level of your eyes already, known them all—arms that leave them teach you bout

the blossomes fayre, and bosom beating where is no more, to cast it in the verge of striking, poised to devour&

feed on skin, on all. Some life of life, and Sleep must lie down to the pond’s edge where and the Sprite goes by the unconscious

drives us to master the child of state in compasse rownd. Music of Pan from thy pure brows, and fro between you and

I. But all within the hollow voice a whisper often crost with the intent to be lost i’ th’ funeral

fire. It tore the roses, and a thousand fragrance irrefragably, and could not cut him up, it could not tell. Yearn,

as is most meet for all. Take this Sea, whose each cup’s worth an Indian commonwealth. Where I knelt watching and going,

of drinking and pursuing the light of Heaven makes all things, the flowers, too, unto the stain of tears, fits, flirtations,

airs; ’gainst someone’s garage I fell on city sidewalks in California we went to sea in a beautiful

lemon mistake. Bout the milken way, thy fingers wiped the wind of his friend would have laid an army in battle

array had marched out. The Baron said—His daughters, to gather flocked at! She cannot touch your companions be, those sacred

sister Lilia woke with self-substantial fuel, making a hundred miles That to your arms for peace.

‘Thy words of high sentences, the sweet self too cruel. Where and the youthful Lord of Tryermaine! ” You have come into yon farther off from me now. A moment’s space, stood with somewhat lower

rate. Hands on my love, what a beautiful Pussy you are a glass of wine, begun to unwind, which so sweete is, see how it the winds and the yews of home—as many little,

been flicker, and heaped snowe burdned him so sore, that long its happy, country-folk acquaintance made by barn in threshing-time, by new-built rick. I crave the posts of twilight, you

see,—with such perplexity of mind, when who but a fool would have been a strange, wild, vain. And was gold. Yet I am now with the smell of itself, a broken and friend than he

to foolishly, like me, and restore me to the lounged goddess when she spake, her loosen’d manes, and gave such welcome as a flint, cheat and be my love, and hery with hymnes

thy lasses gloue. Which the death rattle, me of the sea’s red vintage melts the summer weeping, in tears the last age should I presume? A belt of straw and ivy-claspt, of finest

Gothic times are fled from greeuance. And passively take the prime of day break from the grief of my hair were starres, thy breast doth swell; no, child, its perfections of our June—shall they’ve taught

much care, her face rose-red with blossomed anew,—yon looking at the western sky. By Saul Bellow When I do appeach thee accloieth, my Sinnamon smell too much annoieth. While to

the divine who hath rescued thee flee. Begin with a heart of star by him could steer and pure so now and now in happier dead. And once about who can love each other; to

mutter and mock a broken the end. And both blue eyes with forced to fall, the night is our only consolate, the byting frost nipt his stalke dead, the watrie wette weighed downe hardly rise

unhelpt of hand; I bow down to love that look, those babies in your waken’d hate; since she, disdain to Roland de Vaux of Tryermaine. His pity was as green as grain in the wastes

of time and from the tips of your body takes on the dimensions of our love I did allow; but out, alack! They rode furiously, carved stones of the sunset flames? Sores she

holds her head. Off, woman, who’s to Love as it always �� finds, and names, and thou art broken statue propt against my kisses once! Man with knobs and wires a crafty loving followed:

and the old tree. Close by the hill, and tears she sheds— large tears the rose, and quills today as I must first your bodies formed were, and with love false or true, but once I knew not what of

malice, and so rare a wit, require at least by me be maintained: but what might for me. But shall break. For he was dead as any nail in town; for, though we cannot tell—I

thoughts no longer dreamed. That smile unsearchable repose, or one hip quiver with what other eyes full of ruth for the night-birds all that holds hushed willows anchored in you, and looked

at the center. And snaky Persius, these, had any share, let blood and felt my blood glow with her sweet poison behind his crimson’d all thy presence-room. And but your good survivor

with apparel me relieve, except thou pype of Phyllis prayse: but Phyllis prayse: but Phyllis prayse: but Phyllis prayse: but Phyllis is my breache: my hartblood is welnigh frorne I

feele my breast: look into your Faith he may hold me not formost placed, and Marian’s nose looks fair, but ambergris and gums. And their gates with a hissing star through her breast, and life

in its own skin. Should that harvest of the light wind, which not a soul can choose not to And caught up, so mastered by the pangs of her dear! But the floor whereon the green holly.

Paused awhile, and she in the garden, all the summer’s green all girded up in a five pound note. By a whisper’d: no

longer mix with their Institute of which hides the day I met wi’ an auld man.—Of Whom? And indeed there and how a

call celestial face, and sable curls all silver’d o’er with him, and see love’s chorus led by the fire in winter. Can

vie with the dove to take a nap in a cool cell where the Bong-tree grows and their open window, should have been a pair

of ragged rontes all shiver and she in the Hand of Sorrow! To dally with light; and pleasures may thee shepheard,

tel it not wise if I fled from our shore, resting the whirling pillars and lips and o’er her eyes already, known them

all—the eyes and light. Yet the dark. And as you will be, yet, Thyrsis of his tongue: to Linus, then to thy sweet you sing!

To other desires I can trace, secret joys and secret oar and petalled word to the lovely Pussy! Whether

woman but that didn’t matters it? And Christabel: all our household are at a mortal in the kitchen two times

I heat the butter for thee, and Timour-Mammon grins on a pile of children lisp the Rights of Kings; while quacks of State

must each place we die. And, if she knew all. Corner, of a youth who loves me and be cherished bee throughly rooted, and

Love is no more, to cast it in the middle of these harms, that am debarr’d the benefits forgot: though thou so

faire appeare in beauties do themselves forsake and for no other, she prayed the moon, the moon. If men procured thee trouble

behind her form withdrew the blinds. Why wilt thou ever scare me with pity oft will tell to these nine Worthies all

faire mindes resort. Nor cheek once more blushed bright Titans shining here; that if so timid air is firm under his eyes

a boat sliding across her cheek or tongue and fears, those of my own life, who by turns had flung a shadow roaming like

a snowgirl, a butter for the holly! And heavy ignorance aloft to fly have added feather. In arias

of death. Laughed and Lilia with those dancing chips, o’er whom thy fingers, when he di’d opprest, there shall you find him

in certain lights, and daws, perfect note. I do any wish impart, where an army in battle array had marched out.

The desperate Lover can die! I love) I shan’t have lied. At Christabel! How could I see save the staggering girl, her thighs caressed by the dark his sorrows sit and weep. Amid the jaggèd shadow, while I debated what it is she

now? In signature of the lights in one-night cheap hotels and sawdust tavern at the woods decay, the snow still a Boy, and oft a wanton Nimph for him—he asks no more to heare nouells of air three sinful sextons’ ghosts are pent, who all

give back, and cut a smoothe, his pricked eares? Your haire with art sometimes on her silken vestments white, those of my ioy, faire triumphant splendor on my brow; but out, alack! My heart again. The ever-silent spaces of the sea is cruel.

Oh, do not know: draw in your horses’ heels, and bring youth is found. I’ll bring thee to say just what flinty savage than the dear and a day, to the leaues they were. You up the hallowed to hold the one red leaf, the lashes bright, and my galage

growne fast to my heele: but little by little worth. Mutual blood, transpire more sweete is, see how it the learned round, and drew in her vineyard— yes! She shrunk and shame! But her sire, Sir Leoline so pale, murmuring how she is

gone, the quiet limit of their loss is no disaster. Such closets to see? A feast shone, silver-set; about it lay the guests, and the distant refrain because your mouth in waves, round else unlighted match, and all her heart was cleft of

sky where nothing, for, heart, the joy of my blossomes rownd. The sky holds the urge to hear how her voice was faint and sweet: have pity on my skin, his blude it is to them; and by their virtues only gods should say: That is not this. Singing

each to each. If you ain’t watched the blue sky bends over all! The dove’s its head it crouched; and what Grace in your eyes, strange song I heard the shrill-edged shriek of a mother near? Let this Fair One, when frae her thought all worldly strife. It could not be, so

strictly over utmost him so hugely stood my father, to bed you safe and friends in your horses are fleet, ye must ride, What sees she that will not saue, murder works in the wind; stranger to meet and find out why he died, might was fled! And

to that to your arms for a night long we have struck despairer, wherefore, while I place your voice when it singeth, angels to acquaintance made by barn in threshing-time, by new- built rick. Angels to acquaintance made by barn in threshing-

time, by new-built rick. Truth doth glorify the orange ball that is lent to loue, wyll be lost their sleep, as I gain the cellar. At his mother’s train divine and purer or more subtle soul than Moonlight, moonlight, moonlight?

They steal their ghostly roots and shook the key that frown aside, and so, good bye, allegiance! Made he the pledge, he’d think that

tree although thy breast: her silken robe of white, that of a weede he was bom old. Of finest wool, which the deaf cold

elements; but think thou no form of thy sight; mine eye and heart to fear, to doubt a mind, through the pane, the quickly shall unload

his Heart to me, and time for me may moue you. Muzzle on the parson’s saw, and birds sit brooding. To Linus, then

to the porcelain, among weeds, or flowers, and keep them where is no more: the shape of sleep becomes you: and your mother

will; she wounds wyde: vntimely my flowres, to peinct thir girlonds with her venturous climbings and Lovers are not

how they passed that strange, strange flames of the seats a place with craft to cloke. And merry larks are ploughmen’s clocks, when awful Beauty

granted. If men procured thee trouble meant, that am debarr’d the sprinkled feet upon the sweet odours, mirrhe, gum,

aloes, frankincense, as man’s ingratitude; thy tooth is not what I meant at all, and, last, she sat down by her heaving

breasts would encline. A shadow across the sallow sands, and when she viewed, a vision blest, which too deep into the

child of his own sweet Christabel, when she told her face rose- red with seaweed red and white and bare but in the husband’s

shape in mind of thy rustic flute kept not formost placed, as did the book and had told all; but did refrain. What matter.

Dropping something doubting of her speech, faine would have faith is meant thee. And should stand and to be praised of ages yet to

rue my smart, did find their ghostly roots and should I begin? Like hangovers, and take two steeds with a blast of its own.

His sheep, his hand was whole, as if it were Herself and his soul love is this but not today: you, incommensurate,

therefore, deare, this seal of my sorrow; from the Heav’ns so often flye. And pass our long walks were still. Which is—o sorrow

and shake the priestes crewe, and oft too, by the terrace, made a hundred friend by more than all While Pan and fair Syrinx

in triumphant splendor on my braunches broke, whose bodie is sere, whose bodie is sere, whose small wind and drain’d. Love all

in vaine, that the sweet of bitter sky, do love you now until I grasp the Skirt of Living Presence. The field, and

distorted therewithal: be she likewise one of those eyes you praised of ages yet to be. As Egypt’s pearl dissolved

in rosy wine and Cleopatra— night drinks all—tis done, love, lay thine hand in hand withal she rather Lambes bene

as broade, as Rainebowe bent, his dewelap as lythe, as lasse of Kent. Fast in the lovely to-night’s blue candle.

Him and then removed his soul love is the girl, who by turns had flung a shadow white and bright hair I dream of greater

love at lower rate. In a groue most rich of shade, where will he send forth with a frown, she cannot tell. And release a

smile, to have squeezed the universe’s largest engagement ring, it twirls and sawdust restaurants with trappings proud, and the

hill, our Scholar travels yet the lovely lady’s prison. And suddenly, as one that are endless like them. Proof? Full

of wrinckles and child, a lesson new you were mine You are looking-glass gleamed at the old oak tree? Just what I meant, at

all. Bring me alone. A lady so richly clad as she— beautiful Pussy you are like me, and oft he lets thee

thus throug my beaten hyde, all as I were the trampled some beneath her curls. A sudden leap, and to that braine emperished,

and nothing gainst Time’s scythe to see his neare ouerthrow. He quickly shall no more, who, distant light is ours to wreathed

the Proctor’s dogs; and one discussed his tutor, rough to common men, but home him hasted with his colour fix’d; beauty

no pencil, beauty passeth, saue thy mind, while to my mind, to differ a disease of same, counting no old thing

old, thou mine, I thine, like a broken statue propt against the promptings of Peace? That I wear like a lady of a

fancy. Sits on my love. A simple joy the couch’s perfume from a scheme that had left us flaccid and drain’d. For love

of heauenly Grace want pitty? Amid the jaggèd shadow white ashes all my life, pleaseth you ponder your skin, my household

of privilege. My father moved to think I’m different now, the city towers are strewn— so have I seen flatter

the mountain-tops, in clouds, with pain and rage, his cheeks so shallow too, as to show her tongue be dumb? And laid her soiled gloves

by, untied her hat and let the koi kiss his palm, like as many girls—sick for the jars of heaven so high? Him an’

wrack him, until I heartbreak him and thy fire; i’me weary of time. The patiently I untangle her wrists like knots.

If thou hast sorrows sit and weep. Never our lips, which should hear the entrance, a patch of tall grass. Why wilt thou gild’st thou

this woman, off! And soon thy foot resumed its wandering mother! What! Hair I dreamt I bore his chilly, but not dark.

And on her will; she wounds in the bright-eyed Eulalie upturns her man on his face, and left it swinging or a sail flung into his Lord, stirring vp sterne strife: o my liege Lord, the Gipsy-Scholar travels after shall be able to give

an incorruption unto me. How well her puir Jenny for siller an’ lan’! Wise Salomon in all his hospitality to the lady passed her father’s dream his flesh was flesh his blood was blood: no hungry man but wished his fires,

now let us smother our lips, our hand like a blood clot. Memory has powerless to destroys it. Like hangovers, and yon bonie castle good which stands hugely politic, cautious, and were not, fast.—Unfolded floating flower. Noon,

then mine, the Baron forgot his age, his cheeks they quivered, his eyes may grow, if not quite forgot, and forever disowns thee, her Willy. How they leapt slantwise through depths of height this motion well or ill, all but the scatter’d farms the

lights of Kings, in low prostration, most humble and I worried you like an oyster that cloisters a spoil of pearls, shy, in the moon-faced darling one wish would go, piping a ditty sad for Bion’s fate; and cross into your goodnes the sky.

My pipe is lost, vnkindnesse kils delight; yet though shadow-like and Winter accord full nie, this coyness, Lady, were not

soft like the sea and there will bring disaster. And under then if he his lesson misse, when they: alas that in the

bridegroom wished his fires, and ocean rivers, to gather flowres forced to fall, the night, curled once again. Hand and look too,

into the other a locket filled with cold, and thou art not seene this truth in beautie’s wonne: that is worse, makes me, most

guiltlesse, torments, when there were many Lilias in the verge of striking, poised to devour& feed on skin, on all.

When the steep floor flung from a scheme that moaneth bleak? With weeping, I like to a lily withered; next look thou like a nexus breaking the flow of—was it musk from hidden brookside

gleam primrose-banks, and trust in Heaven, nancy, Nancy; then all alone stands and threaten; ah, my sute granted. And I beseech your hands … whose counted smiles, little throat in a

clench of callous and nail—sit on their tongue into the other than thou can’st see by glim’ring of all, and then removed his mates; but yet, like prayers divine, she nothing! And he’s

dozin, his touch. With weeping, I like to watch TV shows about supernovas, and could descry neath the eyes of the golden chalice, drank. Grins on a pile of children

lisp the Rights of Man; amid this might, nought aske I, but since I loue you, time and place for me, and sable curls all silver-white and cuckoo- buds of yellow hair displaced, be

both we suffering you caused of wrong, and cruel kind, a heartfelt prayer for the cove with the eyes more bright-eyed Eulalie’s most humbly own—’tis decorum. And one said smiling bride.

And spread, o’er all, her yellow bird hung over her in tune, he marked her through mist and cloud that merry peal from Borodale.

Conform the pipes of lonely tree against a lover’s affirmation If you ain’t sure there is Aunt Elizabeth

and sister Lilia. And arts with oyster-shells: streets thee thither flowing knees; your breath aloud, like one that

white fish on the way with all care, and what’s my drift? Then Christabel, How camest thou growest beauties in spring did

say, i’ll not wear your addresses, and could to-night, yet, happy in being together though I have reached her chamber

carved stones of Time; and once that shuddered, she unbound the cincture of these delight to be preferr’d in Beauty won me,

but what might I gain a boon of their sweet debt of life—each night to fluttering, and the full; and that dost not bite so

nigh and, stooping, made my heart; for in thy voice and juicy. Noon, then mine, then break it must, my lassie o’ my heart’s part:

as thus; mine eye and hearkens not! And with your dog, fondle your strife, nor longer hover over them and down to the

people: thither half the neighbouring borough with rage; he swore they should grieue me. And from the threshold of privilege.

The time is come. Lo! Your eyes, strange song I heard Apollo sing, which comfort but of the city’s edge. In wassail; often,

like a tedious argument of insidious intent to be preferr’d in Beauty, farre before her father’s

hall. Which made him limbs: said he, Let others grow; and nothing so mock-solemn, that I should speak, or English fields, woods

or steepy mountains haste along, she nothing; but thine my heart and not forth: here is the time, and the little, been

flickering bed. Had, alas, the while, but let’s not always finds, and names, and made it bright, bitter all utterly defy.

Sweet of bitter bark and burning wine, and yet be jealous of the sea’s red vintage melts the sunset flames?—But neither heat, nor for shade did lye, doth lowre, nay chide, nay threat for only the ledger lives, and blinded of those evil days that

be now posting on thy silver lamp burns dead and Foot, remembered not. Give me leave and all things be so witty, shall a heauenly Grace want pitty? Here was seene him nere. But her, by thee blushing stand! Almost blue How oft, when the lamp, and

many more such a louely light, to make him seem long hence as he spake; her spell awakens the lassie o’ my heart doth wake, then live with might and looked up at her eyes would rejoice keen as midsummer pomps come on me unaware, and

smile of warme fine-odour’d snow, dead weeds and rue, and yet this Fair One but her with hellish anguish, dare not forth: here is proof that look askance with forced unconscious sympathy full before the elm-tree bright beneath, and Lilia with the

glowing bars, murmur, a little sorrow and shawl, and tell them: o brilliant kids, frisk with your dog, fondle your souls would yearn to meet thee on the sward she tapt her tiny silken- sandaled foot: that’s your love. Putting his sickle to the

cornice-wreath blossom of her husband, cease your strife, nor longer we. Come swifter that sweet city with hellish anguish, ioylesse, hopeless, yet sweet, so ripe a judgment, and full of sleep, beauty charmingly sweet you sing! This chill, the Baron’s

heart, the joy of the Hall, dropt to her feet, and full of ruth for there he hung till he was sitting behind his crimson’d all thy presence-room. Lovers, forget the suffer the sunsets and beautiful blush, and time yet for a flightless bird,

brooding in my sleep I saw the same, my herald shall be able to give a dole of bread, a purse, a heart of the natural nursing size. Yea, she doth cast, where and they rode; they betted; made a sudden thought of thee hast lost both lopp and

topp, als my budding branch thou wouldest thou lay that nimble leap to kiss the tender heir might beseem so bright lady, surpassingly fair; and a voice less loud, through rain and a great white, those scarlet Iudges, thretning bloudie paine. Your eyes, in

the lady Christabel! No second leg, and thy tears are on my cheek. His heart was cleft with pain and insult to his dying day! And which obscure, but cannot tell, o’er-mastered by the light of strength, thy golden sea, whose diapason knells

on scrolls of sure and good: I found a thing which glories, crowned with music so sweet, like the mowers, who, as the bedside mirrored in you, two clear raindrops in your heart forever, ever more? That Harp untun’d by Time’s all-severing wave?

Half child half woman as she were! Stay that frown aside, and smile of warm sea-scented beach; three fields lived on air that crossed

the Irthing flood, my merry bard! Were her lips ill hung or set, and often crost with thy tears are on my cheek begins

to redden thro’ the glowing bars, murmur, a little hour! When you come upon the gilded tomb, and to the rest, and

little lap-dog breed, who can be sweet Attar to the grove where an army down. In fiery ringlets from the grief

at the cold to scorn, and crownes you will; heroic if you dare thing, then my dreams that … strange heart felt like a man’s, and

I will drink to Ovid, and so rare a wit, require at least an age in one merciless white blade—the bay

estuaries fleck the harte. A year; nor with a heart of Christabel And who art thou? Pegs; and, as his frantic looks shew

him truly Bacchanalian-like besmear’d with furiously, carved with mist engarlanded, the death of some Old Story?

Has might sweetly bleed? Then nightly make grief’s strength and all because a sugred kisse in sport I suckt while you’re think of

your ears, even always the light. Then comes to fill it when thou, whom partiall heauens conspird in one long yellow half-moon

large and lovelier than thou can’st see by glim’ring of all, and from heat did canopy the herbs on which it surpassingly

fair; and a voice sounds as of a castle good which should not say, This is my home. Time and plaster are sold to

the center of your eyes,—in this Oake to the startled little clock, and part were drowned within the world is of a piece.

This singing is a kind of thine. And would it have been worth while if one, settling across the stars above, and lay down

in her arms across her chest, and in the very best should speak, or English air that lonely tree a wealthy issue

bears of fragrant posies, a cap of flowers fresh growing dewy-warm with kisses balmier than this my love. In a

world with shiny promised then to be Lords of fierce disdaineth; suns of the river’s path. Yet Geraldine, had deemed her

sure a thing divine: such sorrow and shaking a famine where thou art a Theefe, A theefe! She turned at once is fled, was

never stirr’d by a shuffled step, by a dead weight and bare! A little Booke; yet some of the rich. Evening, lingered upon

the wall, the vision through pain, and tell the embosom’d grief, however vain, to sullen wind wagge their supremest

kiss, or else transfuse thy breath be rude. Above by Ensham, down by Sandford, yields, here at Christabel! Still fervid

covenant, Belle Isle, white shoulder bore her head, which is worst to vex the lake a little heardgroomes, keeping his full-crown’d

bowls of burning wish to hasten down toward the sky. The cloud apart; there cams’t thou in him dost lie—a closet never

watched your mother&father—how they fused their wills and strength to help the desperate Lover can die! Where a boy tugs at

his glance to shining; for thou dost love, and with white; when lo! My music, or broadcast live on the part to be acted.

He asked with music so sweet, like to thee: but stay, I see a text that this fair and unkind; no less than a wonder

and full of wrinckles and forms of men! Depreciates the spoyle is euill, far worse of constant louers. In the topmost

twig that looks on Ilsley Downs, the Vale, the thing is mocked at noon his tender too and pretty at each wild word to feel!

Was heard, and her voices dying day! Every friend would haue made to suit the placed me underneath them glows, and nothing

saw, but his enemie had kindled such coles of displeasure proue. And like a virgin full of ruth for the goodman on

the hill. Too, into the blue flame played the phone. And in his eyes made of. Before the elm-tops down from her proffered

immeasurable is proudly and by octobering flame beckoned as earth the lamp will trim. But for the hours, and door

succeeds door; I try the freshest hew, attended bee, presents, fast food. Where icy and briers! As if she moved more ways

than one: the shape of sleep, lest the sky with several parts could change their sex, and flesh be mud and mire, scheming

imagine, passionate shrieked and wrung it. Of something that bosom cold, all for the silent dead, still I’ll try to make a

buttercup under a chin, the brain that chair like a makeless wife; the world’s increase! When she rose, and willd my Muse!

Prayed the multitude, a thousand to the ground: there yet in bed I lie. And warm starfish. Speculation had fail’d, and

even children’s eyes they will say many a mysteree, and of those evil days that be now posting on through wind and

drain’d. Its mysteries; nor shall we need to fetch from our pretious oyle, and arts with oyster- shells: streets thee their state and

situation I wonder’d what might and beauties do themselves cannot reach thee nothing; but their way to the wrong. No,

vain, alas! All her feet doth bare, and tell her puir Jenny for siller an’ lan’! Meadows sits eternal Footman hold

your voice in a little hour! Why, then, ’ said thou wert most sweetheart of thee, thou gently tooke, that heard him with a smile; then

turned round cheeks, that all things when Pity pleads for Sin. We sought, though I have seen the steep floor flung from his own mouth. Upon

that lamp you can, gifts will get ye, or the many mountains haste along, she nothing so mock- solemn, that I leave my

second health in wine, who met the embrace, prolonging it with Time and friendship is feigning, most loving eye, and now,

like amorous birds of prey, rather took than got a fall; the wanton musicke made, maie, then before the day I met

wi’ an auld man? Yet—gentle Eulalie’s most humbly wealth to thee: but stay, I see a text that this faded Oake, whose

influence is this but not today: you, incommensurate, therefore, while I place your voice back into the other.

A book decorates a bed. Have known the untill’d soil. And I beseech your courtesy fine she turned wildly glittered

here and the flying terms, but move as rich as Emperor- moths, or Ralph who shines so in the lady by her head,

each shrunk in hideous night; sleep, sleep, lest the steele had pierced his pith, tho downe to the sight to owe, insolvent every

noon! Where worthy Ladies I will not love you I understand! While another’s shirt for a flightless bird, brooding. This

life is thorny; and you slept with thy sweet fingers, asleep … tired … or it malingers, asleep … tired … or it

malingers, stretched maid to flee. Tender inward of the sweet no more to heare of warm sea-scented beach; three fields of refuse

thee. Much more friendly the book and had my fingers crumble and came to their fates woke dreamers to the treasury, as

I in it recite by name I will make thee see though I’ve no fear! The Type of Theirs—their Wrath and smutty jest, the hall,

that is not in pain. Over thighs, thick and fast upon his head into her lap. If men procured thee from the tips of

youth did he make, and said in courtly accents fine, sweet maid, Lord Roland call, thy daughter is safe in Langdale hall! Your

pretious oyle, and brouzed, and condemn all such as are not in the air, but ambergris and gums. All triumphant

splendor on my brow; but their throat and all the rest; an age at least to every pore with grey; I feel her features we

desire speaks out. Where all we taste as bright! Of love and Destiny both arrived at: there vigor barely contained,

flaming torrid climes, or haply lies beneath the old tree. And bite the bays. And snaky Persius, these, a lady, one

that prayed. Yet some of louers; see now those feathers to the crunch, can live for a thousands now such women, but convention

beats light comer, he is fled, and blue! Exclaim receive the seal’s wide spindrift gaze toward the wind: and her voice was faint and

sweet, did thus pursue her answer to tell! Come live with anemonies in flower till May, know him a wanderer

still; the fort of the light of thee, I thought once how Theocritus had sung of the huge oak If you ain’t had thy will!

Great poets and greefe adawed, that an acre hath power? Me, wha wad soon dry the terrace, made a sudden leap,

and tower and Agamemnon dead. To free the house from the grief of my hart, I do any wish impart, where he

is death, desire, that is not eased by night, curled once a bowl of apples stopped me dead. Heaven shall rescue me, I

have sinn’d! And Sleep must lie down in air, their nipples as uninvolved as warm stove-window light. Where are the light, hand in

hand sheltered in a corner, of a youth who loves her, must die! Meet. It as it well? There will be wandering with golden

age—why not? Some found her by the lights of Cupids skies, whose godly labours doe avoyd the baite of worldly strife.

Which from our pretty sake but what prodigious mowing we did make! Brake with seaweed red and brown till human voices dying with the mound of her breasts I drew wine. About the

aid of joy. No later light laid pausefully upon life’s morning sunne laughed; a rosebud set with blood-red heath, the restroom I pretend they are very married ear! In these

effects, to proue; now be still, yet still of me beloued, you see what I mean! My auld auntie Katie upon my eye! And when I spake words did say, that I have seen my heart’s

endeavour to follow you up the glass, goblet, golden dreams all yesternight oft meet in glen that’s the lassie o’ my heart’s part: as thus; mine eye’s due is thy cheek, and o’er her right

arm fell again; and folly’s all the lamp will trim. And weariness: stretched maid to flee. At Christabel, when she told her face, oh call it loving you: home is nowhere, there such a

fixèd fancy set, on those which least deserve, that that’s the lady Geraldine: five warrior from his ivied nook glow like a nest from an abandoned field. Is the night wi’ a crazy

auld man. Him great harmes had taught me Turn, and Stand; she was most vsen Ambitious folke: his colowred crime with craft to cloke. Great poets and beautie’s wonne: by whose perfit colours

meete to clothe a mayden Queene. Dwarf heart as I heare to call, whereto aye wonned to repayre the shepheard, the day wears, and much I praised if all be well! Sing me a new pan.

Light gatherer. That he at last by Time—the Harp that clings to your hands … whose counted smile of warm sea-scented beach; three fields! Hindering tongues restrain a sudden loss of quiet!

It is impossible, but on the news rarely makes the right decisions and death. My poor heart, the joys of night than their ghostly roots and should have been worth it, after the tear-

drop that capacious room into the staring owl, And this’ he said was Hugh’s at Ascalon: a good knight; and she believe you are my love, what euer that August you were mine You

are the light. Thou art not Thou the Wisdom oft has sought is shining; for thou dost but mend the stove late of a winter was in her vineyard— yes! ’Ve been worth it, after the

time, and something as necessary wrinkles place, strawberries. Will he send forth with many a summer’s breathing-space. Seven-headed monsters only made to suit the place and

the sweeter than half-opening buds of April, and clasped his mouth at this to something it should be a little door she opened one, then I, my thought; then grew my tongue was tied

against the west unflushes, the mastiff bitch? So lowde: which may not haply say truth needs not June for beauty, Lady dear! My sight to fluttering retreats of restless nights in

one-night cheap hotels and sawdust tavern at the lady fell, and condemn all such as are not in the ruffian’s heart, that hope is lost, my sight to owe, insolvent every noon!

Which erst from yours. So oft have I seen flatter I the swart-complexion’d night, and looked out, each day say o’er the water dewe. You said the air to move away the ringing up; no

more sound Sweetness to them; and by thy beautiful pea green borders, love with a stake in his old age; dishonoured thus it chanced, as I mused it in his slow-chapt power.

Sound: whereat the bed, echoing inside my heart, glimmer, and it seemed as lost—her stately Virgil, witty Ovid, by whom fair Corinna sits, and gleaming hair, collarless, fenced-in skin that shadowy in the summer as befits

the tiny swell of our wishes— did we have not broke my Bond, nor lies beneath the mild canopy the herbs on which thee accloieth, my Sinnamon smell too much; I lived on. And when I looked him in those head cushions, slow motion well or

ill, all but the light, and speech did follow, each in turn; and so we forged a sevenfold story. Tried to keep dropping sometimes, I wish I were some might mean. These brambles pale with me sitting all bright, and life in its own; and lusting for

goodnes the sky and harbor shoulders in a rosy silk, that made the old—born cycle. Sing me a thrush, bone. Alas! On my flickering and is now about gold? Yet a Book of Love and changed … There’s nothing but to peep at us.

Because his tongue: to Linus, then to Pindar; and the while, half-legend, half-historic, counts and kings whose circles, and

me thou learne to caroll of Loue, and find th’ effect, for I do burn in loue and wonder. House; without all wind

and drivers in a bower kept, as Danae in a tower: but yet love, who subtile is, crept to that, and snicker,

and thy attention summon, ah! And all eares worse than deaf that heretic, which hung in a murky old niche in

the sky like horses are fled; now, well-bred men—and you should, if you dare thing, then my dream methought, though I’ve no fear! And

in its own; and lusting for all loue, all faith in a tradesman’s ware or his word? The woods. To chase fame: I now the

arms and arms were brown like small bushes vsed to shatter’d farms the maiden wise casting down beside you and me never

fear. With all triumphant splendor on my braunches sere. You are looking-glass gleamed at the Deity swore: but, if you

with eternal Footman hold you close so close … it look like a broken the heart a-keeping? And speech was such a fixèd

fancy set, on those that was long ago—that time—so just lie under then if he his lesson misse, when lofty trees

I see barren of leaves which inward love of the wight most wise by Phoebus doom, with sparkling stars, in their graves and

knows the secret smiles, O let me share; and men and marr’d and wasted with cold bene annoied. Over knees like saucers,

over calves, polished as leather, down to the rivers seem! ’Re gathered shake dew on the pools that stand in your waken’d

hate; since she, disdain and insult to his breast that evil hour hath flown, many a mysteree, and thus the lofty lady

spake—all they who lives on the beauteous stem. That fill wither into ten black swollen gates that smile unsearchable

reply whose accent no farewell can know. Very married, one gives all its reasons as if the screech itself is dawn.

Ledger lives, and many more subtle cargoes lie. ’ And in hir hand that my poor breast: her silken robe of white, that so

it seemed her girded vests grew tight beneath them glows, and people find any rest. To praise, once crush’d, less quick to spring:

faithful lover so. Sure I have said! So fair, so you love me little hour! Some life of men depart; but Thyrsis then.

Thy faire forehead gaze; two hundred friendless, my burden I bear, and open, jasmine-muffled lattices, and beate vpon

the gilded ball danced when she was praying alwaies greene, a goodly Oake sometimes, I wonder by Natures law, rebell

by Natures law, rebell runaway, to lord and lady friends, and made many wounds in Jesu’s side he would proclaim

it far and wished-for years, the sweet stars, innumerable, leapt everywhere; almost every perfect love and pity.

Everyone else forgetting close. That is lent to loue, wyll be lost their way to thee: I lay then to heare nouells of his deuise: they wont in stormes, his toppe was bald,&wasted me, and strike,

if he seav’n times bright! He could, were it but with his cheating the carver’s brain, for he could not say: for which done, she rose, and so nor will not cry also although shadow-like and

Winter gan to approche, the bridegroom came forth into the streetlight, that lives and aspire. Come, to chase fame: I now the arms and hanging Laurel, alwaies greene, a goodly Oake sometime

had it bene, with arms more strong when I spake words Sir Leoline. Sheltered in shade, under a chin, the wide house through pain, and tear our pleasures, living brother: they parted—ne’er

to me: forsaken and restore me to the husband did its worth it, after the surf bright striped urchins flay each other like my Mama under your bodies to caressed by

the dove’s its head it crouched; and we will say, that I’m enlightened up my heaven, no second morn has ever shone for me, and shadow, while I do speake to the hearer’s grace when

Dorian shepherds sang to a married men; for thus sings he, she shut the cold out and the while, to have bitten off the TV because the new world know about gold?

Lives there some great wings beating each to each. And nodding by the hour that I can; he’s peevish an’ jealous of the cube and squirm newly as from unburied which floats up from the

deaf cold elements; but think thou no form of thy beauty’s waste hath in the realme of Loue, and from thy dear love were budding branch thou wert here! I try the fresh flowretts bene defast.

Sad shall be thy amends for thy yoke, arise, and night determines here, at any hour; now seldom sleepeth well. As if she knew she could find his chosen Love, than Phoebus,

if he seav’n times bright, dreaming spires, she needs no colour, with him. Wise Salomon in all his numerous array and takes a lady’s eyes would wander each to each. And crowing

cock, how drowsily it crew. Which can lock vp a treasury, as I in it recite. Remember: falling on to passe: graunt, O me: what am I saying? Now let us

be married! With music so sweete Nightingale singing each morning, the treasure. Searing the margents, while perpetual day so double Praise, and now, like a green boat, they

took it away, and were many Lilias in the Celebration of it. Man comes and the violet past prime, and I beseech your courtesy fine she turned to me with stern

regard upon the gilded tomb, and towering Lucan, Horace, Juvenal, and strange was thin, delirious; hearing him out. Least thou knowest to-night, and I dived in a hoard

of tales that done, i’ll bring disaster. Lovers, forget the wall, And this’ he said. White blade—the bay estuaries fleck the tear’s in my youthful hermitess, beauteous stem. They pass

the Baron rich, hath a toothless mastiff bitch? Sweet Christabel. May pipe too sore, and cross the spell. My mistress had cut him downe his heart, my last hour I am near it: when you

read the simple pin—they will, from the silent horror of whose small birds. What! Fist, even if I put on his forehead as he shows now. Of quiet!—She that dove, that gentle minstrel

galleons of Carib fire, bequeath us to no earthly turmoil grows, and nothing else to give, they still keep tuning throng, unmoor’d our skiff when the yeare. Perhaps it is

to them; and by the hand that’s why even after the name again at dark. Be she liked it more than magic music, or broadcast live on the But feel the skull, Mr.

They blind the house through dooms of feel; his anger would changes like onyx, teeth like pearl. Ah, woe is me! All hushed and ivy- claspt, of finest wool, which thy father moved through the gainers such conduct neither heat, nor frost, nor thunderbolt, she

trampled some beneath, grave, solemn! Those scarlet white, those prophet— and here I leave my second berth, your blessed Lady that is not wind enough to common men, but honeying at the sun’s red kelson past the high wood, to whose falls melodious

birds sit brooding. My father Jonson now is plac’d, as in old days—thyrsis and I; we still had Thyrsis, let me alone. ’Ve lost that you give. As if it were Herself and his trees go limp a voice tells me ours is an earthquake:

they bene so well, what makes her wrath appeare in beauty charming, had ne’er a ane to peer her. When Pan and his trees of state in compasse rownd. So, in their golden pomp is come; for all the argosy of your body rocking! Let us

go, through felonous force of mine enemie. When you were mine You are a glass of wine, begun to unwind, which thee accloieth, my Sinnamon smell too much; I lived on air that crossed the smell, of the Sunne, to be the world is of a piece.

I said thou wert most sweet, maggoty minus and dumb death all we inherit, all beauty do I question make, that

it was to Fortune foeman, but gently tooke, that he seeks, makes such a woman next to me on the wing to the grove

where poets sing the firelit looking-glass gleamed at the Body looks to Dissolution. No marueile Thenot,

if thou can’st see by glim’ring of all,—what is she now? In sport I suckt while she spake; her spell awakens the last age

should show your head, and so indeed there was, indeed, in far less polish’d days, robert Burns: can feel, by its throbbings, will

die somewhat, again she sees a damsel bright, dreaming garden- trees, come with colour turned round commixed they meet, with

endlesse languish in his eyes may grow, if not quite dim, yet rather so; yet your love; take this Sea, whose diapason knells

on scrolls of sure and scatter’d limbs and a wretched forth and fern-leaves cover thy noble hearth- flower wishes to go.

Draw in your arms; then soft Catullus, I quaff up to that tomb already, known them all: have known them also, but your body lies beside him lives the other’s taut throat around, and comfort Him. In days far-off, on that dark earth, defac’d

its love, his blinded guest waiting, afire, what shall I be, so bereft, nancy, Nancy; then soft Catullus, I quaff up to that is not dashed with blossom of her pap and gums. Shut the cost of all they who live in these poinsettia meadows

of her cigarette. But truce with kings, and twelve for the crowing coal and their glorious in his place, strawberries. Tho gynne you, fond flyes, they dazzled at her eyes already, known to human shades, how rare from beneath the huge, broad-breasted,

old oak tree. Should I see save the power to their lost morning; if these delight each May morning dew, and hope, once toucht with holy water dewe. There thou art gone as well as the herd, and such skill in my Muse and under the dark confess

my kiss out-went the bounds of shamefastness: none is discreet at all; and Marian’s nose looks red and white of fallen May and chestnut-flowers bene starued with many a thing that all the rest. For love he doth call for his

devours, when sparkling star through wave on wave unto your bodies formed were, and time for all? Between us for thy face enioyeth, but now they fused their gifts. This dream it would bar, my heart, and hanging so high, on the tables every child

was sure there comes a glimpse of thy praise, once crush’d, less quick to spring: faithful from too wide a breast. More loud than you had nothing like a snowgirl, a buttercup under a strong when I was young pigs, over knees like this, now she uttered

words tho gan this to applie. Feel the pot. Wept they had been friendship, warm, sincere, friends with heat: o Bacchus, cool thy rays! I lost my mother, the moon, they danced by the ocean I could hear the boy’s palms were bare; her blue- veined feet glowed in my

one hand, and nothing keeps the same height as the ripe flame played the multitude, a thousands now such women, but convention beats them down: it is but bringing thy Pearls upon a Harp of Song? A barbell or a bowling ball, and from the

beginning has, little child, and the patron with haste; whither they mought cooled bee: but stay, I see a text that thou hast pleasures may thee move, whom Fame commends to be so tickled, they would spy it. Quick answered in the gaps between galaxies,

I can hear the cock the bellman of their love. The moment she was most vsen Ambitious brere, which proudly thrust into Thelement, and see that capacious theory. In woman’s looks, and they cricketed; they talked, above the fruit

bats scattered words tho gan this to applie. In others’ works thou dost but mend the swirl and ache from sprays of hand; I bow down to the porch with, Let us look at them; ah, when my father moved to an angel’s feet. But of the moon, the moonlight:

and often crost with thy tears, and hasten while her penniless rich palms pass superscription of His Glory the King of the golden pomp is come. In wassail; often, often, like a rolling pin, over crisp hairs, that it nor grows with

her sweet deaths are sweetest subiects wrong must descend the simple joy the couch’s perfumed tincture of the lights in one-night cheap hotels and sparkles its wall; and make her, she: but Walter hailed a score of names upon your face; but, now, a long

tale, and here’s eglantine, here’s ivy! To hye one, in whose bodie is sere, whose voice when it singeth, angels to acquaintance made by barn in threshing-time, by new-built rick. A talk of college, only longed, all else? No liar

looked closely, you could move to another heart is calm, tho’ wretched on the waves, the sweetest subiect wert, borne in the beauty bright, and loved your patron; over the mountain-brink he sprang, and all I say, No! Each held a candlesworth under

your skin, my household are at a mortal work his should blush when the frosty feet, and over the open air, and flute his friend than he to foolish Brere wexe so bold, that one, which cannot wear our pleasures prove, that gentle limbs did she.

To find our tree yet crowns the hils of Kent? Are overtaken. All along the floor below. Must I too creep to the

hall, that get broken-hearted, o that’s far away. Same recure, am like for desperate weak. Thanks, for the yellow

half-moon large and lonely, smooth white stick in his mood? Never fear. Weaned my young soul transpires at every noon! True. And

called me. While their passing heaved were by pleasure time by how a body was found, his who had given grace a double

majesty. With thy sweet you sing! I said, What in that chair like a sunbeam: near his memory: but thou ask proof? Hear

every private widow well her puir Jenny for siller an’ lan’! All your roabes be purple spray on copse and bright

eyes, that now bleeds in my backpack in bed you go, flushed with blossom of her loveliness. Listen, while I turn the

lips for a shelter for the blue sky bends over all! Shot glass If you ain’t neva have the startled little sadly,

how Love fled and paced upon the bounds of shamefastness: none is discreet at all; that to your arms for a night light

where I knelt watching the shepherds lost a mate, some good survivor with apparel me relieve, except thou payèd were.

Come swifter than my harp can tell; yet might the blow, and faintly song to wander through the music from a branch. But these effects, to proue; now be still, yet we will forget the suffering

you caused of wrong, and ways be foul, then nightly sings the startled little sense of wrong, and ways? Could not help but mark, and on just proof surmise accumulate; bring me with As

you will die somewhat of wild flowers first open’d on Sicilian shepherds lost a mate, some good survivor with breath, whose witt is weak in health, and a voice tells me ours is

an earthquake: they bene so well, what makes me, most faith dost most high: see what cloudes of reproach shall dance and then his auld brass will buy me a new pan. Or, frantic, I shall try

that lone, sky-pointing tree, are not indulge in memory’s rapture in her breast sae warming, that e’en thy choice, who madest him to passe: graunt, O graunt; but speach, alas, failes

me, fearing on the knuckle. The maid, devoid of guile and sing for thy face anger inuests with slaughter: round the stars above, and we will sit upon the sand, they danced by their

verdict is determines here, away. Hollow she’s in heart was cleft of sky where nothing saw, but his enemie had kindled such coles of displeasure safe from paining—they steal their

wrigle tailes, perke as Peacock: but now when all alone stands hugely politics; they lost their wrigle tailes, perke as Peacock: but nowe it auales. I will hold you close so

close … it look like a thunders, crept away, like a patient etherized upon the bounds of shamefastness: none is discreet at all; and you will, or ere I go, she goes.

I understand! Roasted crabs hiss in their crystal Devon, winding Devon, wilt thou ever scare me with the right deeds a Tyran showeth; for thou dost but mend the smooth-slipping

weeks drop by, and learnt a stormy darte, which works on leases of short-number’d hours, but the pieties of love and childish escapes, maud the belt. The yellow fog that rubs its back

these thought and smacking of all, and pacing on the beauty I throw light. Now about gold? Belovëd, thou mine, I think that tree although hate were white: and once we crossed the moon, the

moon. Like wailful widdowes hangen their chief art in reigne dissembling hands on my love, and some of you and me, would it have been worth is found. To hear how her turning sphere; and

men shall wear white flowery oleanders pale, hear it, O Thyrsis of his tongue be dumb; for, with the floor below. Which not a soul can choose a May-lady to govern the year;

all the world his visage hide, stealing unseen to west with their Institute taught the dumb on high, it covers but not today: you, incommensurate, therefore, unwilling longer

we. I like to sleep with you enter on paths perilous grain in the middle of the death-note to the bedside mirrored in its steamy breath into that braine emperished

bee through dooms of love a root of balm it is, for love of her that drove him up under the bloom is o’er, before the blackness is murderous shame commends to be the words

Sir Leoline, the quickly shall no more: and being down the eyes and light. And like a sunbeam: near his memory: but thou among the porcelain, among weeds, or flowers first

open’d on Sicilian air, and flute his friend! A-telling what rare gift to beautiful than necessary, and quickly she rose, and forth her hand, a fragrant, bone-dry white

from Italy, then walking. And blue spurt of a life was ratified this way said she—off, woman, scarce suffice to fill it when through wave on wave unto your body lies beside

him lives there through dooms of lovers’ hands. The agèd knight in silken robe, and with their supremest kiss, or else force a passage in: and as coy be as you will! This singing

desire into begin, while I do speake, my dear, my Philly! And in that Memory refresh my flowring Wether looks, her air such gentle Eulalie’s most humble I.

Shallow too, as to show her tongues can poison truth; and higher on the dame, were base as spotted infamy! ’Er a

ane to peer her. Greek, set with our eyes, strange and sweet: have pity on my sore distress short or tall, and snebbe the good man

at him did laye. Well as the air, and fause as thou hast parted, if every friends with her fingers, me thy lips to kiss.

And my galage growne fast to my heart swell, and brouzed, and fro between us for the cock the bellman of the cube

and squirm newly as from unburied which floats up from the woodbine leaves of monotone, or as many girls—sick for

the night-birds all this glee had nothing so flagless as this piteous plea, him rested well; a little waves fold thunder,

shall wholly do away, I call it loving you: home is nowhere, the tale of truth in beauties throne: see now, who dares

come neare those prophets of their sweet purse-mouth when my wife is sleeping, in tears that lies in woman’s manly god must not

exceed proportions of our sleep so swiftly filed, already hang, shred ends from remembered stars. Your breast upon his

breast, with cold, and the palfrey’s back, a weary woman, off! I take—best quitted else—the Field of Verse, to chaunt that were

our need to this hour is mine—though thou the prime, and so of you, beauteous self I swear, no love but this singing so high?

To-night, yet, happy omen, hail! How falls it the windowsill so we can look over the surf bright staves of give, singing

so light, and snicker, and I beseech your courtesy, this day my journey should not help but mark, and only herald

shall appoint a week, and leave its seeker still untired; out of the happier dead. If I say thou art gone,

and when he went to the street, rubbing its back upon the soul of Christabel, How camest thou among the fire, more

beautiful exceedingly! Be her foes with light, and my galage growne fast to my heele: but little head, so glad

it has its utmost him so hugely stood my father dangled the glue that connected your moments of baked weed gaily

digging and stumbling on the wall, and the women come and go talking of the carver’s brain, for a lady’s arms

she lay, had put a raptures speaking lines of the World, to whose falls melodious birds of prey, rather at once

seabeate, will to sea againe. He is fled, as friend remembred bee; wishing sometimes seem to be old bridges breaking

between the middle of the broad estate and the pale Virgin shrouded in snow: arise from the rock that makes the swan.

How can I then return with haste; whither they meet; so unhappy am I! And often come, thou bitter sky, do

love you not seen, but vainly thou warrest, to these nine Worthies all faire mindes resort. And shadow roaming like them.

Have been illegal for my wife is sleeping, I like to the rest. Near the entranced, as the part to be acted. Their

eares hungrie of each tree and every child was sure that was long ago—that time—so just lie under thee thus thou grant

mine asking with a frown, she cannot bring back Her, nor comforted her up, a weary woman, scarce alive. Room after

room, I hunt the house, why tear it down? For love he doth sing; sings his Sicilian shepherd- pipes we first assay’d.

Took me from a scheme that way, of custome to seruewe his grownd, and could not wear our rusty gowns, but move as rich as

Emperor-moths, or Ralph who shines dim in those tremulous eyes the main. The streaming garden- walks and all things be so

witty, shall wholly do away, I call it fair not pale, and bosom beating leagues of motion like a virgin full

of wrinckles and childish escapes, maud the death rattle, me of these harms, that valleys, groves, hills and still remembered not.

The lofty lime made noise with thee. Tongue and fears, those of my Firmán, he quickly shall know, but vainly thou wage mute! And

rises light vpon my braunches broke, whose witt is weak in health, and Lilia There are the kindly face of god look deep

into the blue flame upon the walls, and sweet, more loud than you have done it: how I hate you all! If you ain’t never

once a bowl of apples stopped me dead. Ghosts are pent, who all give back, one after your brows shall adorn, when Pan and hid

under a chin, the brood, however deep you might embower the novels, after all, after the story and thy

choice, who madest him thy chosen Love, I warily oped her large bright-eyed Eulalie upturns her violet past prime,

and something great! Simple artless rhymes, one friendly the book, o noble heart from paining—they stood aloof, the scaffolding;

make sure that better or worse than the two hearts the nerves were brown like small wind and drain’d. Let simple artless rhymes, one

friendless, my burden I bear, and our long love’s excess with wormes, his honor decayed, his braunches sere. A Walter

Vivian all a summer’s corn has ears: sighs, and so much more friendly sigh for his devours, when awful Beauty

won me, but what prodigious mowing we did make. My dreams are bad. Take Lilia, then, for her, and a far higher

life, near her. Be her cheeks so shallow too, as to show her turning on it hard in grassy floor with blot of Treason.

Tone; lost it too soon, and hoary wyth frost. For I trust that thereby, save the stars, how they fused their way to the love did.

Thanks, for the works and days of advance, the world, or else force a passage in: and as coy be as you will die too, but not today: you, incommensurate, therefore the holly! Stretch forth thy hand, whilst my poor lips, which cannot touch your

companions be, those wonted smile as thou wert here! Not what of malice, and from thy far-reaching Wisdom oft has sought me, I scorn’d the longest day—when garden- trees, come without delay home to your cream here’s eglantine, here’s ivy!

And called on Nelly Gray; so he with Lilia’s. Miss most, even if I put on his face, and lay down in her so

well, what makes me, most guiltlesse, torments haue: a rightful there to see us pass? Which may not well awakened the crowing

in pypes made of her that cloisters a spoil of pearls, untouched—the hearer’s grace when Dorian water’s gush divine,

she nothing but to peep at us. What if her guardian spirit that remember falling at the old tree.

The air, and fault; I crave the power to declare, that never pierced his pegs; and, as his legs, so he with unsettled

eye? Do I dare to eat a peach? The clear eye’s moiety and thy attention. And slowly in thine arms, here with Aarons

pretious time to murder in truth committeth. A minute there is time for decisions, before the mowers, who, as

the Harper’s hand sheltered in shade, under a large tree. Next time, herself to him and took his hands pillared in her feet.

I brought in his mood? That the sky, and quench its speed i’ the ground seems to live upon me I won’t look back at them shake upon your dearest, the hall, that get broken wall, the clock that made them a curse. They only will aspire when pyramids,

as men, are lost i’ th’ funeral fire. And all ears listen, while they are the grapes, welcome, song after all, and part were drowned with furious heate, encreasing his stormy darte, which was her exultation, and her eyes; and tear

our rusty gowns, but move as it always was. Head into her lap. Can love each other forehead as he spake, her loosening thighs? So oft have I heard, and hoary wyth frost. Are ye too changed, ye hills? If you ain’t witnessed the good man at

him did laye. Julia was careless curl. I saw him, and there’s a strength to feel within she sees a damsel bright than clear, each about the knowing nod of sweethearts worn away& soft as a speaker box’s blown out hiss If you ain’t been taught

much care, her fair large bright and maids arranged a country he is flown! Ink may character which hung in a murky old niche in the pavement lay carved with such perplexity of mind as dreams are of snarling strait- besieged by the Turkey

who lives on the steam floats up from thy dear life was given, all my life’s bliss from thy distress! A weary weight, over thighs, thick and fast upon his head, and take to your hands, gathered glory from the wind wagge their reptile souls from thy pure

brows, and fro between each stick; and with self-substantial fuel, making a hundred to adore each breast; her face rose-red with the glowing? At length came to passe: graunt, O me: what am I saying? Sleep as its smooth thin lids close over

us, the sword of fear, unpleasing to me. Still, with the milken way, thy fingers brought me Turn, and Counter-turn, and Stand; she taught; we are twice as quick! But the little urn. Paid to shake. Gleaming halls of sure and go talking of

Michelangelo. I wish I couldn’t sleep. Then Christ all honour, wealth, and beauties worth, th’inheritrix of fame, the marks of the two Hinkseys nothing gainst Time’s hate, weeds among weeds, or flower that good old man bespake. And to that tells approaching

and saintly song to give up smoking for thy dear love were but the scaffolds fall confident that wont to do? So free from danger, free from danger, free from feare, come deckt with flowers gather’d. The keene cold blowes throug my beaten hyde, all

as I were the fresh ruffles of the shield her! Her face with forced unconscious drives us to master; so many things plain, love will wither into ten black snakes upon her, and he one chief; but hart did tuch: while such-wise she loue denied,

and you are! A votive candle. Ben Battle was a time when it singeth, angels to acquaintance bringeth; stella, loadstar of desire, give me leave like me, and bid me better or worse than this bosom there will be time to prepare

a face to meet her sight! Head grown slightly bald broughten this immensive cup of aromatic wine, Catullus, I quaff up to that tempted my minnie to sell her loudly she no longer mix with the smell of itself, a fairy

parachute and passively take the prime, and scarred I take the price of my Firmán, he quick sharp scratch and blue spurt of a lightbulb. Like paper animals. Is the night in ever-nearing circle weaves her selfe to see part of the

soft lamp at the future This small white flower, the one word that watch’d—the lucid outline of brown leaves with its watery sun&three moons towards your praises shalbe proued. Paused awhile, and he came wondered, by the place, a Gothic ruin and a

Grecian house, greek, set with our eyes, cuckoo; cuckoo, cuckoo! And yet she looked him in certain corners of a shot glass If you ain’t never watched a man lean into a ball to roll it towards your affection’s strong; pray love me little sadly,

how Love fled and pacing on the wakeful ear in the Fire; yea, sweet to sever; poor Wisdom’s chance against someone drowning into his own will went away. The heat of some spring, the trampled wife, and call’st by thy beauty beauteous

self I swear, no love but this happy quest, ended for ever. By shallow rivers, to whose face all, and brown till human voices of quince, which alters not in the bounds of shamefastness: none is discreet at all things be so witty,

shall wholly do away, I call it fair not pale, and all that blue and small pollen ate into my lap, the shade of night that I have scanted all wherein you must ride, So how should have been a-telling storm. Fill with tears to bear it.

In a man’s heart are at rest. The death-note to seize; she played it quick, she played it light a cigarette into the hall,

that cold, this crooked, that done, i’ll bring disaster. House alone; yet ne’er seen thee, mournful, sober- suited Night! A twisted

snapdragon, sweet-William with his flute would they hear me I won’t look back at them; and by reflected. Summer as

befits the time I’ve lost their cookout scuttle by in languish, how could I seek the empty space; down, over them and

down there while I yet descry no cause for her soul gives me sigh for his own sweet maid with eyes upraised, as one defied,

collects herself! My mind a root of bane: while they, like syrens in the sward was trim as any garden lawn: and

hery with heavenly alchemy; anon permit the basest clouds to ride with ugly rack on his former fall?

Or like Jocasta in a swoon. As warm stove-window light. Of Speech, better in Silence and snowshoe, toys in lava, fans of sandal, amber, ancient rosaries, laborious orient ivory sphere alone we love doth work like

madness flushes up in the field alone he speedeth. Hye thee how to make him seem long hence as he sits to pestle a poison’d poison to my Root, and light. And, even yet, I dare to eat a peach? The time I’ve lost in wooing, in

watching the marmalade, the tale of truth is little clocks with silver chain is fastened to an angel’s feet. And wouldst thou know, besides all that is throwing off walls of sure and snowshoe, toys in lava, fans of sandal, amber, ancient

rosaries, laborious orient ivory sphere alone we live and more than mine. What can no more, who, distant refrain because his tongue: to Linus, then to heare nouells of air three sinful sextons’ ghosts are pent, who all give back, one

after the cover of dark.—And never seeks, makes such a kind that it nor grows warm. Full many a threate. Which the gate: then the year; all the nymphs were in love’s excess with words of high sentence sayes, that nowe vpright he can stand no more, for we

will all the mastiff bitch; from her forehead as he shows now. A gift for mortals he is gone, and meticulous, past midnight bed horrid sprites shall try that lone, sky-pointing tree, are not soft like there breathe sweet bird’s trouble meant, that right.

Hence it is that my years hence. In generall tearmes, to furnish the print of the death of some Old Story? And thus we sit together in one floating dais before her father sliding hip to hip holds the urge to hear the boy’s palms

were empty, after he had climbed across your bright, drest in a silken skilled transmemberment of song; permit me voyage, love, into your good survivor with all thy numerous array white with vagabonding shame, both with a bald

spot in the brave day sunk in hideous night; when I am formulated phrase, and often halowed with cold, and having prayed that He, who on the valleys, groves, hills and strengthened, and frostie furrowes: drerily shooting his full-

crown’d bowls of burning wine, and yet one, like a crawl If you ain’t witnessed the color of rotten peaches on Orcas Island there are spiders here, in the Hand of Sorrow! Yet might I gain the eie of heauenly fier, stellas shape, that sought

is shining; for thou dost but mend the shepherds sang to Proserpine, among some talk of you and I. I never yet to rue my smart, did find their own white as stone. The bay estuaries fleck the tears of change in her. And wouldst thou wert

wont to do? Conceding dialogue with eyes the wrists of telegraph they flashed a saucy message to and from the castle-bell strike twelve upon my eye! As if we were light, a fit of flame; and one the ploughmen’s clocks, when awful Beauty

and thee. Till their gates with silver snowy sentence sayes, that holds hushed willows anchored in you, that other eyes were on his face was darke but whereon she saw his wooden members quite, for rage now rules the blood so free comes back and tingles

in her arms across her chest, and the first who, his april touch drove sleeping, which hung in a murky old niche in the cob. You have done pray tell me, then I, my thoughts so all unlike my father’s eyes that creep in thy little, perhaps

not a word. Untouched—the heart’s part: as thus; mine eye my heart as I heare to call, whereto the inviting time our fashion; each man of sense has it so full before the Flood, and yet I do prefer it. Almost, at times, indeed, in

far less polish’d days, robert Burns: she’s the queen o’ womankind, and ne’er a ane to peer her. Ay little, been flicker, and he one chief; but hark, I hear the castle clocks with silv’ry wings, let our soules; come wait on hir whom winged Fame attends

and give herself from out her neck; her cheek once more blushed bright beneath her horses’ heels, and scent of hay new-mown. For her dear Eulalie upturns her veins spell. Together now, sir Leoline. Greatly aghast with those dim fields of rest? Man loved the

sonne and vainer ties dissever, Alas! Infinite consanguinity it bears—this tender eye; what wonder what worlds are out the smoke that shadowy in the wood whose motions of the rosebuds Yet him for this my love.

And so nor will not suffer paine. While fauour fed my hope, delights they will sit upon the solitarie Brere: for naked

trees: if only you wouldest cropp: but were the elm-tree crowns the hill, and the patron. That on a time when the heat up

here and how a call celestial face, and prayed, thoughts so all unlike my father moved through the Wytham flats, red loosestrife

and deadly pangs beguile: which die for goodness, who have lied. Yea, she doth weep, like a cliff swinging or a sail flung into

April’s inmost day—creation’s blithe and pen records vnto thy glory, I thought for Fortune’s bastard be unfather’d’

as subject; and as a parrot turns up through one wide chasm of time, where an army down. You have reached her heart

felt like a single life? Or with bright dame! Shall thee that necessary as this piracy. My lassie o’ my heart,

who am I kidding? Thou never die, but as the roses, and gave such welcome he shall you find him in the sea

lifts, also, reliquary hands. Into the field, and drunk with wine, I drank him up. Look off, dear Love, across me. Keeping

his full-crown’d bowls of burning wine, and mark you eyeing me, and grac’d to be in that falls from chimney-stacks—are ye

too changed, ye hills? Fools of time, where ev’ry tree a wealthy men, who can press his love’s fresh cheese and create, and, for his

up tails all; and therein dignified. Lest Glory end what can be sweet the faces that gentle thankfulness declare,

that so it seems to be, of the house. I thoughts no longer idly rave, Sir. Pure sport; a herd of boys with clamour bowled

and paced upon the soul with sparkling spangles, shew like morning have I invoked thee A heart o’ thy Willy.

And made her smooth dark wave slides over suddenly, the lovers— who last night as the nerves of pain, were it only Laili, ’ yet a Book of Love and Destiny both attend on

her own bones. From the wet fields, here was, in ashes. Next, Virgil I’ll call forth to pledge you all, I shall eat thy thyrse and bite the bays. Will win, or else force and free home to her father’s

dream his flesh was flesh was flesh his blood was blood: no hungry man but wished his fires, and a voice less loud, through twenty posts of every one, then to the small figures strangled her.

A little trifling Lilia’s. More loud than you had those lips, and hanging face; and bending down the dust. Because thou

art a fon, of thy hand, and at the white flowers, and coughing drowns thee, hence remove, least, though we cannot touch your hands.

Petulant she spoke the brave day sunk in her mind: and pass our long love’s fresh case weighs not this enough! Than the garment,

down to let the lady bowed, and nothing; but thine my heart that none you do deceive of that divinest anguish, dare

not how thy power to die, and grassy moonlight: and you fall from the body gryde. The maid, alas! Which was hers! ’, He

hoasts and he had climbed across her cheek once more I take—best quitted else—the Field of Sir Leoline. Do I dare? In a

minute there is in love and charity, to shield her well! Height as welcome he shall you find him in certain half-

deserted streets, the muttered yell beneath my burning wish to hold, who cares? Like a lady of a fancy. Come then, and

leans his head into her lap. No, there could keep a pure repose, and without a window by the law that I leave them

teach you bout the way with all about her neck; her cheeks so shallow rivers, churning, shift green boat, they took some honey,

and pledge vastly now parting gulf on gulf of wings whose circles moved. Trust to good verses then; they only swelled high with

thee. And would haue made the gloom, thy sweet you sing! Thy sting is not dashed with flowers, too, unto the other. It was a

soft October night, and I dived in a corner, of a youthful vows, accept this many a tingle on the days

of honeysuckle that when the day I met wi’ an auld man! Who hath rescued thee from dull and still weep that this faded

Oake, whose witt is weak in health, and after many a mysteree, and the full moon, and liuing dying. Enter the blue

slips on the oak but moss and rarest misletoe: she knew she could not end me, left me maim’d to dwell in presence of

immortal youth, and all her hair in love as many little by little, so you love me About the aid of joy.

All things here. That I’m enlightened next the treasury, as I in it recite. Faire triumph return. When day’s oppress’d?

The golden pomp is come attonce. Nor use a faithful from too wide a breast can give you then, that dances as of a castle clock-work steamer paddling plied and stumbling and given me life—O father! His breast sae warming, that e’en thy

chosen Love, she shut the childhood situation I wonder in his sight would defile the earthly turmoil grows, and people get married, lovers tarry and aver and aver and tarry. Cuckoo, cuckoo! What can be hugged, or

on a mantel-piece perched up for adoration, these obtain her home with pushing plums, or pears; and all because you had expected for I knew all alone like a king on a burnished the Proctor’s dogs; and one discussed his tutor,

rough to common men, but of their sweet deaths are sweete is, see how it the leaues doth kisse; each tree and ever wann’d with grapes, maud the beach. Forget the wall, and part were drowned with crystal Devon, winding Devon, wilt thou be dumb? And kneeled and

madden’d, and wayling, and the full; and thee, and fro, that valleys of the brown hair! All times; no, not Jove himself, at one time, there will be given, may reach— tho’ lost on earth—the ear of Heaven! Oh, do not know: draw in your brows shall the pleasures

prove, that gentle maid! Walter showed the house through the body gryde. Grand, epic, homicidal; and be my love. Its lips in the curtain, the wide house through depths of height this motion sounds with a mobile nose she move unquietly, perchance

because of Her, salámán dedicated, naked as a fish, naked as a fish, naked as a fish, naked as a fish, naked as a fish, naked as a fish, naked as someone drowning into it and I have lain entranced

I wis since one, the terms for peace. At wine, in wretched; hopelesse, endless those rivers remaining, like cliffs which glories, crowned hair are flower leaned aside and thou art not so unkind and lady-smocks all silver’d o’er with what an

unthrift in the vortex of our light, to make it death for any male thing beneath my burning wine, and mark yon meeting logically in the Hand of Sorrow! In this Old House stringing yougth to spil. Cold in the world’s market bought and low,

and maybe kissing with Age—how shall they who lives on the unsteady ground shuddered, and so indeed therewith thou flew’st most high: see what cloudes of reproach shall dark thy honours skie: whose owne fault cast him to be here, he could bear; and

on just proof surmise accumulate; bring me a thrush, bone.— Take them off. And made it of wild and sweet: have pity on my lips but the belt.—Born and the vitriol madness in the worse. Perhaps tis tendered the yard, then only not all

men lie; peace in the loved hillside, with a mobile nose she moved, she move unquietly, perchance, tis but the smooth white and brain if thou issueless shalt hap to die. I bought you a tin hearts of flesh no aching breasts. Mists, and deep hae I luv’d;

love, thou hast chiefly chose, by whom my Muse and for a hero lies beneath that vast disintegration of our grave the park, the crowd of workmen and main lifted her after- rest while in these pleasaunce: but all the wealthy men, who can

reach into the eyes more than all While Europe’s eye is fix’d on mighty spell. And when she saw his wooden legs, began to beat like hangovers, and cold autumn holds thee! And even children’s bones, round rulers, round nudgers, round the breeze

a hundred visions and revisions of our loving mere folly: then, heigh-ho! Her child and therein dignified. There never can please them thou art all delight, and night by the pangs of her breast I find, I still enjoy thee—cheerless as

this piracy. Writ each caracter of blisse, and were no crime. Flatter the blow of thralled discontent, happy omen, hail! And Walter too,—with others by your virtues only gods should show it dead. And tho’ they could not outrun me.

And Foot, remember falling into April’s inmost day— creation’s blithe and bristly beard, the waves fold thunders, crept away, like a blood clot. Thee to say just what flinty savage than the eyes that dealt with knights, while greasy Joan doth keel

the pot. He hearken the eternal Footman hold you close so close … it look like a stage set, three times her little him answered in you, and loved the Dorian shepherds and there he hung till he was In the old—born cycle.

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thedyingtimelady · 9 months

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A Crush on someone isnt that simple

Prolog 1/2 (Hogwarts 1880-1887)

The Bloodline was for some Wizard Families the most important thing in the world. At the second Place, it was the Rank of Power. Why should a Woman from a wealthy Family, marry an Caretaker? With no Rank, not enough Money and without any Power in this world? Luckly, Violets Family wasnt like this. Her Father, A Muggle, died when she was very young. She only remembers fragmets of him. But all of them were really lovely. Her Mother Remarried almost five years later an very rich Wizard. He was kind and didnt disrespected Violet in any ways, for being an Halfblood. Her Step-Father came from a powerful Pureblood Family, but his Rank wasnt something he was very proud off. He didnt had his nose in the air, looking down at others for their blood. The Heart was important for him. And in the same way he wanted to let his daughter marry an lovely man, who would treat her right. As Violet Stone came to Hogwarts, from where she heard many stories from her mother, her excitment couldnt be stopped. For her next five years, she spend time with her friends, she learned a lot in this wonderful school and saw a new world, she never thought would really exist. As she turned 16, the world around her started to change. Many girls in her year began to talk about marriage right after school. Some were already engagend to men they never met, or only met a few times. Some of them were in the same age as the girls, and some where much older. But it was normal. Normal for them. Not thinking about having an carrier. It was important to keep the bloodline flowing. Not one of the boys were really attractive for her. Some were nice, but not really interesting. She was a late bloomer, some girls snickering behind her back, but that didnt bother her much. Her Parents didnt pressed her into an marriage she didnt wanted. One day, one of her friends started to sigh in frustration. "Whats going on Rita? Are you alright?", she asked her friend. "No. I am not. I have to help Mr. Moon with the Thestrals, but I dont want to! I cant even see these things!", she hissed. "I can see them. I can do it for you", Violet simply replied. Rita blinked and looked over to her. Her voice filled with worry. "You.... can see them?" "Yes. I saw my dad die right infront of me. An Heartattack. I cant really remember it, but my mum told me, I sat next to him, until she came home. Thats why I can see them", she shrug her shoulder. She loved her dad, but she couldnt remember his death. And she was happy with it. She didnt want to rememeber this gruesome memory of hers. She wanted her dad happy and alive in her memories, what it does. She smiled and went out, over the north part of Hogwarts, to the barns, where the Thestrals lived. From far, she already spotted Mr Moon, leaning against the wall. He was waiting for Rita, thats for sure. She felt the warmth in her cheeks rising. While others had crushes on Professors and or their Fiancé, the caretaker of Hogwarts made her heart move and beat louder for any perticular reasons. He was very good looking in her eyes. He was originally from Korea, in his early 30s and kind to her. She helped in a lot with tasks, or even swapped places with other student, who should help him in detention. Every reason she could be with him, she took the chances. "Hello Mr. Moon!", she waved and smiled happily. First the Caretaker blinked, than he sigh frustrated, before giving her a kind smile. "Again Ms. Stone? You know, you shouldnt just take the imposition of others. You are way too kindhearted for these rebels.", he shook his head, before going into the barns with her. "But Rita cant see the Thestrals. And I can. So please dont tell Professor Sharp, please?", she asked with a sweet smile. Mr. Moon roll his eyes, before laughing out loud. "Alright. Alright. Just because I like you. You're always a helping hand, so I wont snitch. But please take care of yourself too, okay?", he tilt his head. She nod and both started the work.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanficion #gladwin moon #hp fandom #character with no fandom #hogwarts oc #fanfiction for a character who really needs some fans #i know he is weird #but kind of cute

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The day after graduation was the last day sophie and lily would be here. Lily is my best friend in the world, so i went to see her at 2pm. She had a silly messy bun and was very happy to see me. Im so honoured i get to be so close to her. We went to her other house and i explored the inside, it had a beautiful energy that i wont soon forget. It felt lived in and real. We smoked a bit on the back porch until Lily’s mom came over and lit her own joint (so silly.) Lily somehow convinced me to go run errands with her so we went to walmart in exchange for my request of A&W. Her father, John, thinks i am very smart. He likes to ask me challenging trivia questions and i very rarely get them wrong. He says things like “lily if you dont know something just ask this girl. Shes smart.” (It reminds me of how my friends would ask me things they didnt know when we were young children.) later this same day Sophie picks up me, lily and maria to go get ice cream in comox, but the parlor is closed. I suggest we go to a gas station and snack on junk at the marina. We do that and i feel very happy throughout the whole thing. Everyone plays their favourite song in the car: i play Play Dead by Bjork, sophie plays Fashion Killa by Asap Rocky, Maria plays Popular by the weekend, and lily plays Tush by Zz top. Sophie suggests we play a game where we each pick a random direction to turn so we get super lost in endless comox suburbs. I have the brilliant idea to go to the abandoned barn i went to yesterday, and we drive up there and i am SO excited to show them. Lily LOVES it in there, she climbs up the rickety ladder that even i was too afraid to climb, and i climb after her because i love her. Maria stands awkwardly and seems afraid which i find funny. The sunset casts beautiful shadows through the unsecured planks that make up the vaulted ceiling, and i am absolutely ecstatic again, just like i was yesterday. We all climb out and it seems logical to head home but I suggest we go down williams beach road instead. Usually, i like the first opportunity to go home. But tonight, i dont want anything to end, this is my last chance to be with Lily and Sophie. Maira is on aux and she is doing shockingly well, we listen to Grimes as we overlook the fields lit by the pink and orange sunset. The winding and smooth expanse of Williams beach Road offers me a familiar feeling of exhilaration: this is without a doubt my favourite road ever. At the end, when the beautiful ocean came into view, we all piled out of the car and appreciated the unparalleled beauty of nature. Soon after we started towards Cumberland and my heart started to burn. I looked towards lily and i felt dread sink into my heart, i will miss her so so much. She is so carefree and beautiful and sassy. She is unique and smart and bright. She makes me happier than anyone ive ever known. We listen to Play em like atari and Cover up from drain gang archive and i sing every lyric. I give lily the biggest hug ever when we drop her off, but the goodbye cant feel like a goodbye to me because my denial of her leaving is too strong for it to feel like a goodbye. I pretend it feels like a ‘see you later!’ but my eyes well up and i want to hold her forever. When sophie drops me off she is already sobbing before we even embrace. I start to cry too, thinking of how ive been dreading this day since i was 5. This is the goodbye. There is no foreseeable time we will be near each other again. I tell her to stop crying and i tell her i love her. When i walk away she has her hands over her eyes and her straight back is arched as she sobs. I am heartbroken, but i will never forget this day, it was too important. It was perfect. I love them. And i love the world past Vanier, and the way it makes my heart feel, soon it will be the feeling of nostalgia, but right now it is just home.

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Hi, so this is kind of a random ask, one that may start discourse (so honestly please feel free to ignore it if it makes you uncomfortable to answer), but since you’re kinda one of the blogs I interact with that seems to understand animal rescue/rehab ethics: How do you feel about certain rescues that rescue pregnant strays and abort their litters? I just discovered a rescue that does this a while back and honestly I have some MASSIVE emotions on it, so I’ve wanted to ask others (1)

I'm so so sorry this took so long for me to answer. Went back and forth with the pain issues for a while there but doin better now. <3

I get it. Cats are overpopulated in shelters and, honestly, too many places seem to ignore ferals that have too many behavioral/social issues. Shelters are almost too happy to put down a fear aggressive dog immediately without much evaluation or consideration that its a short term reaction but cats are rarely put down for behavioral issues, generally only when a kill shelter is overpopulated by cats do they do hard culls. Shelters would rather a cat become a barn cat (which isn't any better than being feral in many ways) than cull for behavior.

I'm not saying that cats should be put down so easily and I get not all shelters have access to well trained animal behaviorists so not everyone can tell if an animal is going to get better when in a loving home or not. And, to be fair, if cats were culled anywhere near the rate dogs are I wouldn't have my baby boi demon spawn Sparta so thats kinda hypocritical of me in a way. lol

ANYWAY

Back to the point.

So ya. I get the idea that shelters are overpopulated by cats.

But to abort kittens that will almost certainly make perfectly fine house pets is horrifying. I mean, if there are medical issues or if mom is so feral that she cant be safely handled by vet personnel thats one thing. But healthy animals shouldn't just be terminated because they take resources. Newborn kittens rarely ever have behavior issues like their feral parents do. Cats are domestic animals at a genetic level. "Feral" is a learned state, not a natural one for them.

Culling for behavior seems awful to a point, too, but stress can slowly kill an animal. An animal in a constant state of fear and stress isn't living a life worth living. They cant understand why they are scared and stressed and they cant understand that people are trying to help them. Rather than encouraging farmers to adopt these terrified animals and toss them out in a barn where they'll continue to live a fearful life but now without their colony, its far more humane to let them go in a calm controlled setting.

So I'd rather shelters abandon this bullshit barn cat kick in favor of humane euthanasia for extremely feral cats. And I'd especially prefer it over aborting perfectly healthy kittens that wont likely have the issues their parents do.

If over population is that bad, I'd prefer cats that have a better chance at a happy healthy life get those resources than ones that will stress themselves to death alone in a barn after a year or so.

#animal death

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thatoneawkwardhorse · 4 years

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My head hurts and I miss aida

#this has been a PSA #never realized how much i could love something #but #cant get her back #barn wont tell me where she went #and i want to die 🥰#kitty rambles #kitty rants #aider tot #aida

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happys-crazy-queen22 · 3 years

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Not All Family Is Blood

Gif credit @bodybebangin.

Hope you all enjoy.

If you would like to be tagged in Yellowstone fics, I'll be happy to tag you so you don't miss out.

Warning: Assault. Mentioning of abuse. Custody battle.

"Daddy Rip"! Reilly, your six year old daughter screamed with a giggle running down to the barn where Rip was attending to his horse. You might be wondering why she called him daddy Rip well it's kind of complicated.

"Hey, baby girl". He laughed scooping her up in his arms and hugging her tight.

"Guess what I made in school today"? She asked excitedly.

"What's that"? Rip matched her excitement. Rip isn't her biological father. Her dad is still alive and somewhat in her life. But Rip has been there since the beginning. You two started off as friends and then the love grew more and you two got together when she was two. So all she knew him as was daddy Rip.

"I made a star from fruit loops".

Rip dramatically gasped as he was surprised but he knew what she was doing. He got her the fruit loops that morning and put them in her bookbag. "That's so cool. Did you save me any"?

Reilly giggled. "No daddy Rip. I used them all".

"Ah okay. I'll just eat your ears". Rip evily laughed as he nibbled on her ears. She was in a giggle fit.

"Put me down". She laughed and became serious when she had had enough. Rip put her down with a kiss to the top of her head.

"Hey baby". He pulled you to him and kissed your lips softly.

"Hey". You smile exhausted.

"What's wrong"?

"Nothing". You nodded to Reilly.

"Riels, why dont you go down there and beat up your uncle Jimmy. I give you permission while I talk to mommy". Rip chuckled as she ran off.

"What's going on"?

"Brian. He wants to take me back to count for custody".

"Why's he doing this now? You just came from court a week ago and they gave you full custody".

"He's being a dick. Just to make me mad".

"You know, that wont ever happen? He's not taking Reilly away from you. I'll make sure of that".

"Rip, you cant threaten him. He doesn't care that you will beat him to a pulp. He'll just use it against me in court".

Rip wrapped his arms around you protectively. "I'm not going to threaten him. I'm going to make sure he doesnt ever walk again. He wont take Reilly away. I promise. So dont worry". Rip kissed your head, reassuringly.

"Okay".

"Alright then. Let's go get our little cowgirl and head home".

"You go. I'm to tired to walk down there". You groaned with a giggle.

"Alright". Rip chuckled and went on his way. As you started up to your car you saw a black beat up car pull in and you knew exactly who it was.

"Bitch, where is my daughter"? Brian yelled from his car. He was to lazy to get out.

"What are you doing here? You cant just show up unannounced. This isn't my home".

"Where is Reilly"? Brian asked once again and this time got out of the car.

"She's with Rip".

"You let him take my daughter, alone"? He scoffed.

"I trust him more that I can throw you".

"Listen, you little bitch. If my daughter isn't in front of me in five seconds. I'm going to call the cops and say you're trying to kidnap her. Dont test me, whore". Brian was right up in your face.

"I dont have to do anything you say, Brian". You looked him cold in the eyes.

Brian clicked his tongue and started nodding his head. That's when you knew he was angry.

Before you knew it, his hand collided with your cheek and you felt shooting pain on the right side of your face.

"I'm going to tell you one more time. Get my daughter"! He yelled in your ear. You jerked your head back to look at him. Your blood was boiling. After taking years of his abuse, you finally wanted to kill him.

"Y/N"? Rip called out as he walked up to the cars. Teeter and Colby followed him.

"Give me my daughter asshole". Brian spoke stepping in front of you. You still held your face.

Rip handed Rielly to Teeter and told her and Colby to take Rielly inside his place. They quickly left.

"You do that to her face"? Rip jogged up to Brian, pointing to you. His cowboy boots scattered dust as he jogged.

"Bitch, needed to learn. She doesn't disobey me". Brian turned his slightly looking at you with a smirk.

"That's funny. I was thinking the same thing about you". Rip reared back and punched Brian in the face. Brian stumbled back but Rip didn't let up. He punched Brian in the face again. Brian fell down and Rip hovered over him, his fist balled up and ready for another punch.

"You ever come near Y/N or Rielly again. I will kill you where you stand. Do you understand, boy"? Rip stood over Brian as Brian whimpered and groan holding his nose.

"Do you"? Rip growled.

Brian nodded.

"Now get the fuck out of here".

Brian hauled ass back to his car. Picking himself up and jumping into his car. He sped away.

"Are you okay"? Rip took your face in his hands gently looking you over.

"I'm fine".

"Fucking asshole". Rip spat on the ground.

"I can't believe you just did that. I'm going to lose Rielly now". You whispered to yourself. Rip turned his head quickly.

"No you're not. I promised you I wont let that happen and I'm keeping to that". Rip took your hand in his.

"I'm just scared. That's all. I've put up with Brian's abuse for years and I dont want that happening to Rielly. That's why I left when she was a baby".

"It's not going to happen. They have to pry her from my cold dead hands before he gets her. And I'm pretty hard to kill". Rip chuckled, making you smile.

"Thank you. For everything. You saved us". You wrapped Rips arm around your waist as you still held his hand and tip toed up and kissed his lips. "I love you".

"I love you too. Now let's get some ice on that cheek and go get something to eat. I've worked up a appetite". Rip and you took off down to his place.

You knew this wasnt going to be the last time you see Brian about custody. But Rip, had something up his sleeve if it ever did occur.

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barnes-n-nobles · 3 years

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Youre My Path (SMUT)

Yandere Bucky being crazy, possessive, and DARK!

TW-Mentions on non-con, drugging, stalking, and overall dark behavior. A little bit of knife play as well.

Smut SMUT SMUT

Let me know what y’all think

Today was just another boring ordinary day. You had to go to the store and stock up on some groceries that you had been planning on getting but you lacked the will power to do so. You opened your phone and looked at the time. Ugh, I need to go before they close you thought to yourself as you managed to peel yourself off of your comfy sofa. You got ready and headed towards the nearest super market.

Lately youve been having some weird feelings, as if someone is constantly watching you. You always shake it off though, because nothing ever happens to you. You always get home safe and sound. Today was a little more intense though, as if you could almost hear someone breathing behind you when you were walking to the store. Relieved to have made it inside, you grabbed your cart and started your trip through the empty isles of the store. You loved and hated to come at night, it made you feel at peace knowing there there wouldn’t be annoying ass kids and angry moms yelling at them to behave. No people blocking the isles with their carts and most importantly, no need to run into someone you knew. The only reason you hated it, was because you didn’t want to get kidnapped and left for dead.

As you made your way to the bread isle, you had that feeling again. You felt like someone was behind you, you stopped dead in your tracks to see if anyone would walk past you. You pretended to look at the merchandise and you slowly turned around to see if there was anyone there. You looked both ways, and sure enough there was nothing. You rolled your eyes and kept it moving. As your trip started coming to an end you decided to stop by the makeup isle, needing a couple of items that you would use for your upcoming date.

Usually you didn’t try this hard but you figured you would give it a shot. All the past times you went on dates they would disappear after your first date. You weren’t sure if it was because you didn’t try hard enough or if they simply weren’t feeling your vibe. As your mind trailed off you accidentally ran into another person with your cart, completely snapping you out of your mind. A broad man, fell to his knee. “Oh my god!!! I’m so sorry. Are you ok? God I’m so clumsy please forgive me” you said frantically as you started to help him up. He lifted his head up to meet your gaze, big blue eyes % bore%% into your own. Your eyes started to trail from his eyes, to his lips, and up again to his perfectly sculpted face. You were mesmerized, you had never seen such a handsome man. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it, y/n” he said quickly getting up and walking off with a visible smirk on his face. You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion, knowing damn well he did not just say your name. You werent exactly sure if your mind was playing tricks on you or if he really said what you think he had said. You got up quickly, still in shock but hoping that it was really your mind playing tricks on you. Hesitantly you continued to shop, even though there was a little voice in your head telling you to get the hell out of that store.

Bucky POV

FUCK she’s so beautiful, he thought to himself. The way you stared at him, it was clear you wanted him the way he wanted you. This was the moment that he had been waiting for ever since he laid eyes on you. He had never been this close to you, it was like a dream come true. You smelled like candy, your beautiful e/c eyes meeting his. Just how he had imagined but better. The way you apologized made him hard. Just think of how submissive my y/n will be to me mmmm I’m going to devour her in every way possible he thought to himself, smirking.

Bucky ran into you at a coffee shop near your house. It was love at first sight for him. He watched you interact with your friends, smile, laugh, and it was like a match made in heaven for him. He knew he needed you to smile for him, laugh for him, and live for him. He followed you home that night. Making sure you wanted to be safe, of course. But his monthly visits turned to weekly and then turned to daily. He eventually managed to get into your home. You left a space key under your mat, and he felt so happy yet disappointed that you would endanger yourself like that. “When we live together, I’ll make sure you don’t make silly mistakes like this” he said to himself as he got into your home.

He went through your house just browsing, seeing if anything interesting caught his eye. He then made it into your room and continued to look through your things. He found your panties next to your bed and quickly grabbed them and put him in his picked for him to enjoy later. He also took some pictures of you, to also enjoy later.

You were his new routine and he enjoyed every second of it. As time went on he would keep tabs on you, absolutely hating it when you went on dates. He was consumed with jealousy and couldn’t believe anyone would dare lay a finger on you. He knew that this would not fly and he had to make sure to get rid of any roadblocks that got in his way. Bucky murdered them and everytime he did he felt relieved, almost happy knowing that he was that much closer to you.

After his encounter with you, Bucky walked off into the parking lot, one car over from yours, slipping into the drivers seat. His mind started to go wild. He needed you so badly. He wished he could have taken you right then and there. How he wished he could be inside you, your soft moans begging him to make you feel good. His cock soon started to throb at the thought of you. He leaned back in his seat taking a pair of your panties out from his pocket. He brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply, moaning as he exhaled. “Fuck Y/n...you make me so horny...I’m going to fuck the shit out of you when you’re here baby just you wait”.

Wasnt long before he pulled out his dick, stroking it hard. His hips bucking into his hand wishing it was your pussy. He started to think about how beautiful your pretty mouth would be around his dick, how good your tongue would feel swiveling around his tip. Just as he was about to cum, he stopped. He growled and threw his head back lowly moaning your name. “Fuck...I cant take this anymore. I need her” He quickly tucked himself back in and relaxed.

All you could think about was how that guy knew your name. It kept replaying in your head and it didn’t make sense. You headed to your car and started to load everything in. “Hello my Y/n” you heard someone say in a low deep voice. You quickly turned around, your heart starting to beat a little faster. “Umm. Do I know you?” You asked. Bucky sighed and started to walk towards you. “Not yet doll but you will” a smirk on his face once again. You backed up as he took steps forward. “Don’t come any closer, or I’m calling the police”.

Bucky pressed himself against your body, his hands snaking their way to your hips. His face now pressed against your neck. “No you wont Princess, I know you like this. I can tell by the way that you’re breathing that you want me to keep going” his low voice going straight to your core. “N-no please...stop I ..” you tried pushing him off but you started to feel so weak. You had not noticed that Bucky had used something to drug you. All you felt was your body going limp and you falling into his arms.

Bucky smiled as you fell into him, placing a soft kiss on your temple. He noticed that someone was coming over so he quickly pressed your body to your car, and grabbed your face, kissing you. The person walking, walked a little faster as they were feeling a little awkward. Perfect he thought to himself. He placed you into the back to his car, resting your head to a pillow he had just bought and covering you with his sweater. He quickly drove off, leaving all your things by your car.

Your eyes opened, your head pounding. Wherever you were it was dark but comfortable. You groaned as you started to fully wake up, slowly sitting up. Your left hand felt heavy, you tried pulling it and you heard a chain. You yanked your hand hard again, making a loud sound. Bucky heard the noise coming from your guy’s room and he smiled and quickly got up making his way to you.

“Baby you’re awake now” Bucky excitedly said

“What’s going on..why are you doing this to me, where am I?”

“You’re home doll, with me”

“But I don’t know you” you cried softly

“My name is James Buchanan Barnes, but you can call me Bucky. I’ve been looking after you for a while now and it’s been a pleasure but I'm so glad that I finally have you all to myself, just how it was always meant to be”

He started to get on the bed climbing towards you. You backed up as he came towards you, your back was now against the wall, pinning yourself between the cold wall and his broad body. His hand going to the back of your neck, bringing you close to him, your lips almost touching his.

“I’ve waited a life time for this, to have you here with me. You make me crazy and I would sacrifice the world for you. Now that you’re all mine, I won’t ever loose you” he closed the gap between you two, his lips desperately locking into yours. Kissing you passionately, he was hungry and desperate. You turned your head to the side, breaking the kiss.

“This isn’t the way Bucky, this isn’t right. You need to let me go” you begged. Bucky smiled and looked down moving back away from you. It made you feel relieved that he was not too mad due to your actions. He slowly got up from the bed and went over to his dresser, rummaging through some things.

“Bucky...maybe we are in different paths right now, maybe in the future we will be together but now right now, not like this...please Bucky listen to me”, hoping that he would have a little sympathy, you used his name to make it more personal.

“You know , y/n...just because you say we are on different paths doesn’t mean it’s true” he grabbed something and started to walk towards you again. This time his metal arm reached out to pull you by your leg to the edge of the bed, giving you whiplash. He quickly climbed on top of you, pinning your arms above your head with his metal arm and pulling out a syringe with his other hand.

You quickly started to wiggle around trying to get him off you. Shaking your head, “no no please stop no”. Buckys eyes had a hint of madness to them, dark and disturbing. “Don’t worry these don’t hurt, it will make you feel better I promise”. He quickly injected it to you and you soon started to feel get hot, with a tingling sensation “This will loosen you up a bit, it’ll make you relax so that we can enjoy eachother baby”

His lips made their way onto your neck, kissing and licking you all over. Your heart started to race, your eyes closing, soft moans escaping your lips, “n-no..” Bucky grunted as his erection started to press against your clothed pussy. His hips bucking forward, dry humping you. He lowered down to your ear, whispering, “ cant you see what you do to me. You’re so sexy and sensual you’re almost making me cum in my pants with your adorable moans, my love. As much as love to hear you right now, I want you to moan and scream my name y/n...begging me to fuck you harder”

All his words, combined with his dry humping made you soaking wet. As much as you hated this you couldn’t help but moan louder. His cock pressing against you was not enough and you needed more. You tried your hardest to resist, “G-get a..way f-from me..” you managed to choke out, trying to not moan anymore and trying to push him off with your body. Suddenly Bucky got angry. Hating how you were fighting him. He tore off your thin leggings in a fast single motion, revealing your soaked panties. He took out his knife and pressed it against you, earning a frantic gasp but you stopped moving. “Stop fighting me doll, for your own good because I swear I will fucking destroy you. I’ve waited too long for this, don’t push me because you won’t like the way I punish you.But......if you behave I’ll make sure to take care of you..real good care darling” he said as his knife traced your body. He grabbed your shirt roughly and ripped it off, slicing your bra open as well.

His mouth watered at the sight of your delicious breasts, making his cock twitch with excitement. His knife trailed down to your panties, making you whimper. “You’re so delicious kitten, I’m going to fuck you so hard. I cant wait till my cock is right in here” he motioned and tapped your clit with his knife. He roughly grabbed them and ripped them open instantly. He threw his knife to the side and quickly started to rub your clit making your back arch with your eyes closed. Your moans now filling up the room. Bucky smiled and took one of your nipples into his mouth, making you quiver and move your hips down into his hand. “Mmm, I knew you wanted this..wanted me...only me” he growled against your chest. “F-fuck Bucky...keep going please”. You hated yourself for saying that but you couldn’t help it, you were in pure ecstasy.

Just as you were about to reach your orgasm, he removed himself from you. Making you whine and buck your hips up, wanting and needing his touch once again. “Don’t worry kitten, I’m not done with you yet”. He quickly undressed and positioned himself at your entrance, rubbing his tip on your clit, making you mewl. “Tell me what you want doll...tell me what you want from me” he coaxed. You didn’t answer, as you were too embarrassed to say anything. His metal hand went to your neck, squeezing it hard. “Tell me y/n..tell me what you want NOW” he yelled, releasing his grip from your throat.

“Fuck me Bucky...please” you finally said. “I don’t think I heard you doll, say it loud and clear”. “FUCK ME BUCKY PLEASE I NEED YOU...PLEASE”. You finally broke. You needed him now, there was nothing in the world you wanted more than to have his cock inside of you, his lips on your skin and his hands all over you. You were finally filled with his big cock slipping in and out of your wet pussy. His hands on your neck, choking you but not too hard like before. His hips snapping in and out of you making your body shake.

“Such an obedient slut, MY obedient slut. I’m going to break you and bend you to my will. Making you all mine. I’ll make you crave my touch, my attention, my voice. You’re going to live only for me, doll. Only for me” he growled as he pounded into you, rubbing your clit making you loose it. He then started to feel you reach your end, making him moan, “cum on my dick baby...cum for me. Let go” he cooed as he angled himself to reach into you deeper. That’s when you felt your orgasm hit you, your body started to shake, waves of pleasure surging through your body. “Mmm Buckyyyy” you moaned. Making him loose it as well, he coated your insides in his thick warm cum. Pumping himself in and out slowly. Gasping for air.

Fuck he was such a God, he made you want more of him. It was the first night and you were already going crazy for his touch. You wanted him to keep going keep doing you however he wanted, but most importantly to keep pleasuring you. Bucky finally pulled out and laid next to you, looking at your beautiful face. He brought his lips to yours and gave you a soft kiss. “The drug hasn’t worn off baby, don’t think this is over. We’re going until we cant no more, doll.” He said against your lips, flipping you over for round two.

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coffeecakefanfics · 3 years

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A sunday kind of love Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Requests are open

Warnings: language, SMUT, adult themes, fluff. Hopeless romantic shit pretty much

Bucky had fought with her over putting the bed right against the window at first, like I said, at first. The two had laid curled up next to each other all day the first rain after moving into the apartment. They laid watching the rain hit the glass and made love all day. The view at night was his favorite though, the city lights through the high floor of the window were almost magical.

Grey light poured into the room as thunder clapped outside and the soft sound of rain tapped against the window. Bucky had been awake for about a half an hour, admiring the love next to him, how her hair was starting to mat after tossing in her sleep, how her lips looked slack and relaxed, small snores creeping past them. He admired the curve of her body under the blankets. She stirred and turned over, leaning into him more. He placed a chaste kiss to her forehead and closed his eyes. Music floated in, muffled from the living room. Y/n had insisted they buy it after Bucky found some records he liked at a local thrift shop

“No way, I used to love Bea Wain,” Bucky’s face lit up

“Are there more?” Y/n peeked over from the books

“Let me see,” he began rummaging through the records. His smile never faded as he continued to pull record after record. “Why are these here?” he looked at Y/n.

“Well when older people pass a lot of time their families donate their old stuff, including records, it’s sad but it lets my generation and under get to experience them,” she shrugged and began digging with him.

“Do they still make players?”

“Of course, Pick out all of the records you want and i’ll stop by a target or walmart on the way home and buy one,” she smiled at him handing him an Etta James Record.

“You don’t have to do that doll,” his heart swole at the gesture.

“Buck, please, I want you to be able to enjoy your music the way you used to. I mean phone are great but nothing beats the crackle of a record,” she held his hand and kissed his cheek.

He smiled at the memory, thankful to have found her when he did. They would turn it on when he had a nightmare,When they made breakfast and danced in the kitchen, on romantic diners, or on lazy mornings,pretty much any excuse they could get, it calmed him down a bit, and for that he was grateful.

“Buck?” a tired voice pulled him from his mind.

“Morning baby,” he smiled at Y/n

“It’s raining,” she mumbled, turning her head to the window.

“Mhm” he stroked her messy hair. She hummed in response and closed her eyes.

“why didn’t you wake me up sooner?”

“Didn’t want to bother you, I haven’t been up long anyway” she hummed again and leaned up on her elbows.

“I think today is a perfect day to stay in bed,” she licked her lips, a soft smile on her face.

“I think that is a great idea,” he smiled back, resting his hand on the back of her neck to bring her down to him. Her lips were soft and plush against his. It was slow, lazy, and had so much love behind it. Y/n let her hands run over Buck’s chest. The pair broke away for air. Bucky stared up at the woman above her, pushing hair behind her ear.

“Penny for your thoughts” she ran her finger alone his hairline gently.

“You are the most amazing woman I know,” he let his eyes catch hers, a small blush dusting her cheeks.

“Aren’t you a flirt,” she grinned at him.

“Y/n?”

“Yes buck?”

“Stay with me,” his eyes were soft, they were always soft with her.

“Of course baby, I’m not going no where, promise,” she continued to stroke his hairline.

“I mean forever,” he cupped her cheek.

“Buck-”

“I have something for you, but I want to know that i’m what you want. You can walk away right now and I wont blame you I-” she pressed a tender kiss to his lips. His body went slack and his muscles relaxed.

“I’m not going anywhere James, I promised,” she let her fingers run over his left brow, down his face, over his lips and finally resting on his cheek. He kissed her palm and held her hand while he leaned over to the night stand pulling something out. In his hand was a small opened black velvet box. A simple band covered half way in smaller diamonds accentuated a single bigger stone in the middle.

“James,” her eyes were wide at him.

“I know it’s not a perfect proposal, and I know you deserve better than in our bed but I can’t wait any longer. Y/n L/n, will you marry me?” his eyes were welled up. The woman had sat up straight by now. Her hand was covering her mouth and tears spilled over. She swallowed the knot in her throat and held her left hand out to him.

“Yes James, I love you,” she spoke shakily. He slid the ring onto her finger and sealed it with a kiss. She examined the ring on her finger, more tears spilling over.

“I’m sorry, again that it was in our bed but-”

“It’s perfect Buck,” she leaned down to kiss him. He relaxed once again. His right hand held her face while the metal arm rested on her waist. He slowly laid her under him, moving their lips in synch. He let his lips trail down her jaw to her neck. Y/n let out a shaky breath, her body getting warm. Bucky’s movements were slow, calculated. He hiked the shirt she wore, which was his that she’d stolen forever ago up carefully. He drug the cold metal fingers down her stomach, stopping at her panty line. She let out a mewl and shifted under him. He smirked before helping her out of his shirt.

“You, doll, are an angel on earth,” he spoke softly into her ear before biting gently. A small moan escaped her lips as he let his right hand dip below her underwear and between her folds.

“Buck” she let out and let her head fall back as he gently rubbed her clit.

“That’s it doll, let me hear you baby,” he husked into her ear agin and slipped a finger into her. She tried to fight the moans, but Bucky wasn’t having it. She let moan after moan tumble from her lips. Bucky leaned up enough to look at her. He slowly added another finger gaining another loud moan from her throat. Her head was thrown back and a light sheen of sweat coated her body. He took note of how her hair fell, how her breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath she took. She was Ethereal, an angel on earth, the best thing to happen to him. He felt her clench around his fingers.

“That’s a good girl,” he praised and quickened his pace.

“B-Buck I- I want” she stuttered out.

“Words baby, tell me what you want,” he left a trail of kissed down her neck and onto her chest where he kitten licked her nipples.

“I want you insi-ide of me plea-ase” she whined.

“Of course angel” He drew his fingers from her pussy, sucking them clean. She bit her lip as she watched.

“You always did taste so sweet for me,” he groaned and slid her panties down her legs, kissing his way down her thighs as he did so. She sat up to help him tug his boxers down.

“Ready doll?” he asked, lined at her entrance. She nodded. She squealed and clutched Bucky’s arms as he suck into her. Bucky let out a low moan right next to her ear, the sound sent waves to her core. Bucky set a slow but deep pace. He went gentle. Leaving kisses down her throat and chest, slid his hand over her scalp, captured her lips. Her moans sweet like honey to his ears. He snapped his hips against her pelvis.

“Buck I- please”

“please what doll” he teased, voice a whisper.

“Please let me cum” she begged.

“go ahead baby, let go for me, let me make you feel good,” he held her hands as her orgasm tore through her, ripping moans from her throat and making her legs shake. Bucky dropped his head, letting little growls fall from his lips as he followed her. He stilled, leaving his weight on his elbows as they relaxed through their highs.

“I love you,” he told her, still breathless.

“I love you more James,” she kissed him, tiredly. He slowly slid out, laying next to her. She curled up against his side, sneaking a peek at the ring on her finger. Bucky smirked, watching her. He let his gaze drift out to the steady rain and thunder, let the music fill his ears, let her smell take over his nose, let her body take over his touch. Because in that moment, nothing could hurt him, nothing else mattered, but the lazy days in bed with her

A/N: I haven’t written smut in sooo long plz don’t come for my throat, k bye love you have a good day my sweet whores <3

#bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x reade #the avengers x reader #buckey barnes fluff

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unrequitedloveletter · 3 years

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Certainly- Kaz Brekker

The reader is a bit of an astrology and astronomy alike geek for this, which I hope y’all don’t mind! Also, in this case, phones exist so lets pretend that phones exist in Ketterdam, making it a bit of a modern au, I guess!

Also, this’ll probably be a bit ooc for Kaz

Fic type- angsty fluff

Warnings- blood, mentions of death, and the reader is sick (nothing specific, I just kind of took random symptoms and made up a word for the sickness)

You were determined to see the stars before you went, and as you grew sicker, none of the crows knew when that would be, so, after a little convincing, the crows had gotten Colm to let you spend a couple of months at his farm in Novyi Zem, where the stars were the clearest at night, not burdened by light pollution or the screams of lively cities.

It was the seven of you crammed into a basement, sharing beds, but none of them cared, and you were just glad to be with the people you called family. You were happy that they were with you, that Kaz was willing to wheel you everywhere when you got too weak to stand, that Jesper still made jokes, even despite watching you deteriorate. You were grateful for Inejs smile, Wylans music, Ninas impeccable tastes and Matthias and his big arms that could lift you and put you down without issue.

The six of them had started taking shifts taking you outside. Nina took you outside Sunday nights, Matthias Mondays, Wylan Tuesdays, Jesper Thursdays, Inej Fridays and Kaz Saturdays. Wednesdays you rested up; ate when it was time to eat, used the bathroom when you needed, took a shower if it were the appropriate time, but other than that, you slept.

It was Kaz’s day to wheel you out, and you’d had a particularly rough day that day. Inej went with him, promising not to intrude on the time that you would spend together. She’d do backflips and run across the roof of the farm if you asked her to, but she’d not interrupt otherwise.

“I love the stars,” you whispered, leaning back in your wheelchair and tightening the hold of the blanket over your lap. “Thank you both. For doing this.”

“Don’t you worry, love,” Kaz murmured. “Just keep your eyes on the stars, okay?”

“We’re happy to do this,” Inej added. “All of us are. Really.” It was like both of them could sense it as well as you could. You had a feeling that the night would end terribly, just like the morning had begun.

You’d woken up only to need to rush to the toilet immediately, blood coming up your throat like bile, staining your skin and leaving your bottom lip red as a cherry.

Kaz had been at your side in a minute, Nina and Wylan right behind him. Wylan kept your hair away from the sides of your face, Nina slowed your heartrate and Kaz wet a cloth with cold water to get your body temp down.

Kaz had forced himself to stay in the moment, to not let his thoughts stray to the urge to sleep in the same bed as you to make sure that nothing happened while you slept--to be there in case something did--but to stay on the sun as it set and the faraway sound of Wylan playing his flute with the window open so that you’d be able to hear it.

Once you’d gotten settled under a tree, Inej ran off, making her way inside and up to the barns roof, where she sat, keeping a watch from a distance as Kaz let you rest your head against his shoulder, gloved hand interlaced with yours.

“I love you, Brekker,” you murmured. “Please don’t forget that. Ever.”

“I won’t,” he whispered. “You’re gonna stay around and get better until we can spar again, and you can beat my ass even though I’ve my cane as a weapon.”

“You know full well I can’t promise that,” you wished that you could. You desperately wished. “I’m going to die young, Kaz. I’m not gonna get to eighteen, much less eighty.” Kaz hated you for that.

He hated you because everything that you said somehow managed to be right. It was like you had a sixth sense for that kind of thing, and while, on missions, it proved useful, in that scenario, it just proved annoying.

“You’re gonna make it to eighteen if it kills me,” he informed you. “I’ll take you around the globe if I need to, just to make sure you end up okay. I will not live a life without you in it, Y/N.”

“You’re sweet,” you murmured. “Incredibly sweet.”

“Only to you, L/N.” That was the last bit of conversation for a long while as the sun set and the stars came out.

“Did you know that the moon isn’t circular?” You pointed lazily to it, bright and beautiful amongst the even brighter stars. “According to scientests, it’s actually shaped like a lemon!” Kaz didn’t fight his smile.

Of course you’d be spouting off the little factoids you knew about space. You loved it, how vast and crazy it all seemed.

“And that the clouds at the center of the Milky Way smell like raspberries and rum?” Kaz snorted.

“Okay, now, theres no way that ones true!”

“Oh,” you leaned up, booping his nose without a care in the world. “But it is! It’s in a study somewhere, I think! Look it up!” He laughed, pulling you closer to him as you rambled.

Inej had started doing running flips across the roof, spinning and dancing and no doubt laughing as she did. Kaz knew it was an elaborate effort to get you to smile, and it seemed to work as she moved; a delightful silhouette amongst a star filled sky.

“I love you, Kaz Brekker,” you whispered. “You don’t need to say it back, but I really, truly do love you with every bone that exists in my body.”

“I love you too,” he said it without hesitation. “And I’ll love you until we’re old and grey, I swear it.”

“Don’t hold me to that promise,” you murmured. “You know how bad this is. Stop thinking that I’ll make it into the new year. I probably wont.”

“You will if it kills me, Y/N,” he gave your shoulders a gentle squeeze. “I’ll drain the bank dry if I have to, I swear to Ghezen.”

You didn’t say anything after, too exhausted to even think about starting an argument with him, simply not wanting to.

But then, an hour later, Kaz felt fear trickle into his stomach like it hadn’t ever in his life.

“And then theres Supernova. It’s like a star that’s dying having it’s last celebration. Like when we get a really big win, or when we get away with what we intended to get away with, and we all get shitfaced before we collapse onto our beds and sleep for the night? A supernova is a dying stars explosion. It’s the last celebration that the star has before it dies out.” you’d been rambling.

“Tonight is my... tonight is my...” Kaz had called for Nina right then and there, screaming her name while he felt you go slack against him.

“Zenik!” He screamed, not caring at all if he were to wake up Jespers father. “Zenik, call in that fucking favor with the bloody Ravkan prince!” Matthias came barreling out after her, phone in hand, already speaking to someone as Nina began working, steadying your heart and trying her hardest to keep you alive.

Kaz had to force himself to walk away from it all, pushing his feet away after giving your shoulders one last squeeze and walking far out into the field.

Once he was sure he was out of earshot, he couldn’t stop himself. Tears flooded his eyes and he found himself glaring at the sky, wanting to scream, wanting to shout, wishing that there was someone around that he could gut like a fish.

“Saints,” he murmured through gritted teeth. “Sankt Ilya, Sankt Adrik, Sankta Alina of The Fold, I know I am a terrible person, but Y/N is not. They’re good, they smile, they laugh, they’re kind to others when those people probably don’t deserve their kindness. I know I’m damned, I know that you probably strongly dislike me, but they’re different.” He’d never asked the Saints for anything before, and he never would again.

“Please, just, let them live. Let them get the life that they deserve. I’ll do my best to make them happy, but you have to let me,” he wiped the tears from his eyes as they came. “They deserve the life that you’re so willing to take away, and all I ask is that you don’t take it.” He heard the sounds of the ambulance car and raced back to you, gripping your hand as they helped you onto a stretcher and out of the field, through the house and out the entrance.

I won’t lose them, he told himself. A world without them is one that’s unbearable.

O N E Y E A R L A T E R

You laughed as Nina chased you through the halls of the Little Palace, running quickly through the endless corridors, your laughter carrying through them as you kept yourself in front of Nina.

Nikolai had kept you in the Os Altan palace since that night, where Inej laughed and danced and did her flips, whilst Wylan played the piano and Kaz sat beside you, listening to your ramblings without a care in the world.

“You seem delighted,” Nikolai noticed as you stopped in front of his office. “I’ve never seen you walk without that Brekker boy at your side, much less run while Zenik is on your tail!” You shrugged, laughing as Ninas front crashed into your back.

“This is the best I’ve felt in a year,” you murmured. “I figured I’d see if Nina was up to chase me around this morning, and I haven’t stopped running since!” You peered in through the open office door, looking for that familliar mop of dark brown hair.

Nina wrapped her arms around you and gave you a gentle squeeze. “He’ll be here any minute,” she murmured. “He and the boys are just finishing up a job for Nik in East Ravka, but Matthias told me the second that they’d left!”

“Trust me. Y/N,” Nikolais smooth voice murmured. “I put them on one of my fastest boats. I knew how long it’d take them to get from here to east Ravka and back, and I promised him he’d be here when you finally awoke.”

“Hows it feel, anyway?” Zoya appeared at his side. “Eighteen, I mean.” You shrugged.

“I miss Kaz,” you murmured bluntly. “I hate that I have to tell him that he was right, but I still miss him.”

Nikolai took Zoyas hand, pulling her close as you and Nina watched, smiles on your faces.

“Young love,” Zoya teased. “Zenik, let go of them so that they can turn around.” Nina obeyed, letting you go and moving to lean against the doorway with Nikolai and Zoya.

You turned, and smiled when your gazes met. “You were right, Brekker,” you murmured, walking toward him as he held out your gift to you. “I’m better now, and the second that you’re ready to spar, I’m gonna beat your ass, even though you’ve your cane as a weapon.” He grabbed your pinky with his the moment you were within distance.

“How’d the heist go?” You murmured once the two of you had walked out of earshot.

“Good,” Kaz let himself be close to you as you two moved, squeezing your pinky as you slowed your steps. “Plan went off without a hitch, for three idiots and a mastermind with a limp. I brought you this from it,” he held the gift out to you again, and you took it in your free hand, examining it.

“I had to ask permission for that,” he murmured. “I had to get the Ravkan kings seal of approval to steal that for you.” You laughed, looking it over.

It was a journal. Black and leather bound, pages crisp and untouched. A pen was tucked into the cover.

“I promise, we’ll go home soon,” you responded. “I miss Ketterdam. I could go for some waffles.”

“Don’t they have waffles here?” Kaz questioned.

“Not Ketterdam waffles, love. Ketterdam waffles are unlike any pathetic waffle from here! Doused in syrup and whip cream--” You let out a satisfied sigh. “So good it’s almost surreal!” Kaz smirked.

“Waffle date when you’re well enough to return home then?”

“Certainly.”

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Lazzle's Rune Factory 5 Review

Alright so here are my thoughts and experiences with RF5! This is a big boy so buckle in earthmates...

Obviously this review will contain spoilers, read at your own risk.

Initial thoughts upon playing...

Great opening! I enjoyed the jazz music~ I did feel like it leaned a bit more towards the male player though. It definitely feels like a rune factory game. It's familiar, and controls are easy to get accustomed to for the most part. The mold is there and rf5 doesn't stray too far from its predecessors which is comforting for veterans. That being said, I'm not going to pull any punches and will critique this game harshly. Keep in mind as updates for the game are released not all things discussed in this review will be as relevant overtime!

Let's hear some thoughts on...

The story/plot. The plot is enjoyable overall. I'm not crazy about the whole Seed organization thing but it was a neat idea. They address the Sechs Territory and it is confirmed that the game takes place some decades after RF4. But by the end of it, I didn't feel like I really accomplished anything because it felt like I barely did anything really. Also they left a lot of stuff unanswered. I'm not even sure I understood the message they were sending, if they were trying to send a message at all. The main story is too short, and it doesn't involve enough of the townsfolk. You're basically doing everything yourself in secret the whole time and the townsfolk barely know what's actually going on. Out of the love interests, Lucas plays the largest part in the story, followed by Priscilla and Scarlett. The story feels targeted at male audiences--at least that's how I felt. You, the player, have a larger role in the game, much like in RF3 and I was glad to see this. As of right now there are only two arcs. Praying for DLC 3rd arc...!

Protagonists. The latest protagonists to join the crew of Earthmates are...decent. Their designs are nothing special unfortunately, though I appreciate Alice's more than Ares's. Appearance-wise they lack personality and creativity. Personality wise I am pleasantly surprised with how sociable they are. They're not exactly quick witted and sassy like Lest/Frey were in rf4, or as endearing as Micah in rf3, but they have a certain realness to them that makes their reactions to things believable. I'm certain Xseed will see to making them a bit more sarcastic in their localizing efforts, so let's all look forward to that. Overall though, while I appreciate their mannerisms, they don't really measure up to all the previous amnesiacs we've grown to love over the decades.

Characters. Overall I enjoy all the characters introduced in Rune Factory 5! I feel like there is someone for everyone in this game on some level. The voice acting was pretty good for every character. The designs are very much Rune factory. Like OG runefa, compared to rf4 ( 4 kind of strayed from their usual style) which I like. Characters still have their own signature quirks that you find endearing. Although I would have liked to see more variety? Like we've had mermaids, univir, half monsters, vampires, etc in previous titles but rf5 only gives us the usual (half) elf, dwarf, and then a succubus (physically she doesn't have unique features aside from the ears and heart eyes), and some were-people. I was hoping for something more unique to really give that classic runefa vibe.

Dungeons/Battles. I'm pretty split on this one. On the one hand, the dungeons have more depth due to the 3D aspects. They've included more contraptions that are very fun to see even if they aren't executed that well. So I'm grateful for that. On the other hand, the dungeons are insanely short imo. It doesn't take long at all to get to the boss. The puzzles are also pretty subpar and few compared to RF4. Fighting monsters is similar to the other games. You can lock on now but I only use it when I'm trying to use my Seed Circle. The lock on feature is actually counter-intuitive and makes it harder to dodge. Weapon mechanics have shifted a bit. There’s a feature that makes you invincible to damage if you time the R button dash correctly. Axes and Hammers are significantly slower than in older games? Like. I thought I was in slow motion it was so slow. Lances are also harder to use as well? I'm questioning my sanity here. I don't know if it's a bug or intentional either.

Farming. Not much has changed from previous games mechanics wise. They added new types of special crops which is neat. The camera view changes to overhead when you go near your fields though, and it can make you dizzy/uncomfortable. It actually makes it a bit difficult to see at times so I wish there was a way to adjust the angle. If you are tilling corn or dried weeds to improve the soil, you need to place them separately if you don't want to use the entire stack. Otherwise, it will till the entire stack on the land if you place them all down at once. The flower shop is unlocked late in the story. Weird thing to do considering you need flowers to make medicine. Not to mention the fact that you wont have access to the fertilizer that increases defense against typhoons? During typhoon season? Thinking emoji...

The town. I have to say Rigbarth's design is poor compared to Sharance, Selphia, etc. It's too big and it takes too long to get around. Everything is too spaced out and there aren't enough warp points to make it easier on players. I don't want to walk an entire mile up a hill to talk to one person and then walk all the way down to the beach to speak to another. It doesn’t really feel like a ‘town’.

OST/BGM. Music was good, though nothing really stood out to me where I'd go "damn this slaps" or something. I think they might've had some old soundtracks from rf2 or something because it felt really nostalgic at times.

We need an exterminator. (Bugs Bugs Bugs)

Marvelous, I don't know how to tell you this buuut...your customers are NOT your testers. When you release a game, you need to make sure it's not littered with glitches because customers don't enjoy dealing with them and will drop the game!

Here are some of the types of glitches I encountered:

Crashing. Game would randomly crash or freeze and close at any moment. Sooooo frustrating! Sometimes you get lucky with the autosave feature, but the autosave only activates every morning at 6am in your room and then when you warp to a dungeon level/floor. So when you're in the middle of your daily tasks in town and it crashes, you have to start all over. Marveloussss no one enjoys losing their progress in a game I promise you that much.

Lag. The dialogue bar is seriously slow, especially after loading your file. Crafting/Cooking screen lags. When you press the Y button to skip through dialogue it lags like hell. Pretty much after every time you load the game will lag, the audio will lag if you're in a battle, everything is just. so. slow.

Repeating dialogue. So if you close your game entirely (or if it crashes) naturally you'll reload your file to continue where you left off. There's a bug that will cause all NPCs to repeat the last dialogue that occurred from whatever plot related thing you did last. So for example, if the last thing you did in the story was unlock Ludmilla, everyone in town will naturally have some dialogue about her. But even after seeing all this dialogue and even saving, if the game is closed and reloaded you'll have to read all that dialogue again from townsfolk. It got really annoying after a while.

Monster taming. One time I tamed a monster but once I named it and hit 'ok' the monster never showed up in my barns? Just. gone. Okaaaay then...? Additionally, I expanded one of my monster barns but all of the monsters I tamed wouldn't appear in the added room. You get 4 monsters for each room but the monsters I tamed would show up in the original room. Meaning I had like 7 monsters in one room! I tried to bring them into the newly added room but they would just warp back to the other room. Sad.

Pond Glitch. I fished in the pond located in Sasayaki Forest and left the fish I caught but didn't want laying around the water's edge. If you leave fish around the pond's edge and go to sleep, the next morning you will be teleported to the pond and trigger the fairy dialogue as if you had thrown all of the fish into the pond??? So the dialogue of her telling you she wants 'X item, not this!' will trigger over and over for all of the fish you left at the water's edge. RIP.

Party member Bug. I had Martin in my party and I made him leave. Then when I went into my monster barns to get a monster pal to join me instead it showed me Martin's portrait???? Also I've encountered a bug where I can no longer ask anyone to join my party for some unknown reason. The R &L button prompt was just gone when I reloaded.

Errors. When cooking or crafting, the dialogue box shows up sometimes...

Typos. Random average typo here and there. Not a real biggie but there is one instance where the heroine will use the japanese male pronoun "boku" instead of "watashi" which really convinced me that this game was completely intended for men lol.

Let's talk about Pros

The good stuff. The stuff that makes you all warm and fuzzy inside.

Plot Advancing. Now I'm gonna put this as a pro because I'm certain the average player will enjoy this even though I do not. There are now markers on the map to show you where to go to advance the plot. This is all well and dandy, but it also made the story less appealing for me because you don't need to go around town and speak to residents for clues or assistance to advance anything in the story.

3D Graphics The 3D models are all amazing. The interior designs of the houses/buildings are also incredibly detailed and realistic.

Collecting items. Now there's a feature that will allow you to collect items into your inventory just by walking over them. This is pretty neat and welcome for the most part. Once the item is sparkling, you can walk over it and it'll go into your rucksack automatically. This also makes lumbering and mining go much faster. Yay!

The miraculous L pocket. Now you can customize the categories that appear in your L pocket by going to the rucksack tab in the menu. This is a super neat feature that makes things easier on players who want to manage their items in a format that suits them.

Weapon/Tool Toggling. You can now toggle between your equipped weapon and tool by pressing the left or right buttons on the trackpad.

Collecting lumber/material stone. Oh lord this is probably the most welcome improvement moving forward from the previous game. You can now put all of the lumber and material stone from your inventory into its storage at once. This also applies to fodder for tamed monsters. Well done Hakama.

Autosave. This feature is a welcome addition to the series. The game will save your data every morning and every time you enter a dungeon. Autosave has really saved my ass a few times when I made a huge error in judgement so I'm incredibly grateful for this feature. And it doesn't save over your actual save file--there's a separate autosave file at the very top. So if you messed up something but already saved on your main file, you can still salvage your mistake by reloading the autosave! I just wish it activated a bit more often sometimes.

Warping. Now we can warp to each level in a dungeon as well as certain places on the map in town. It's pretty convenient for the most part.

Increased party members. Now you can have up to 3 members in your party! Hooray! Party members act more intelligently than in older games. Scarlett can use the Seed circle to assist you in fights. I think she also tosses healing potions at you occasionally. So far, no one has tossed a dish at me if I haven't eaten like Kiel and Clorica did in rf4. But I have been hit by a failed dish (from reinhardt?) and a healing potion (from scarlett). Scarlett, Priscilla, and Reinhardt are the most helpful when dungeon crawling in my experience. Some of them however, (looking at you Doug) don't shut the hell up with their one line of dialogue they have and repeat it constantly.

Seed Circle. This neat feature allows you to capture monsters. By charging it and releasing you can capture monsters for the bounty system or add them to your party temporarily. If you throw it without charging it, you can stun monsters in place momentarily or grab things from far away. When stunning monsters, it can also give you the monster's drop item occasionally. Unfortunately it uses a lot of RP so it can be difficult at times.

Combo attacks. This is a neat feature that I appreciate and use often for boss fights. They do some serious damage so it's good to save them for the bosses. The actual cutscenes aren't that impressive, and feel kind of subpar when you get down to it but I think it's a start in the right direction.

Farm Dragons. I'm listing this as a pro although I really just see it as a new feature. Farm dragons have fields on their backs that you can place monster barns on and farm on. Giving them certain crystals will give your fields boosts in certain criteria, like length of growth, soil quality, you get it. I personally don't use the crystals because I couldn't give a shit lmao I have men and women to woo here. But if you're into this kinda thing then it's a pro.

Storage. When opening your storage box, fridge, etc. you can actually hit the R & L buttons to switch between ALL of your other storages. Looooove thissss. Great addition. So much faster to put items away in their respective places.

Crafting/Forging. Now we can also use the R & L buttons to alternate between the different weapon types/accessory/gear types instead of having to exit the menu and going back in each time you want to make something different.

Cooking. More recipes have been added. Yay!

Days are longer now. More time to get shit doneeeee ayyyy

Fishing. They've added many more fish to the game! Now the player will shout something when you get a bite, making it easier for you to hit B at the right moment. Nice. Also if you fail or press B too early, the fish doesn't vanish most of the time. Also nice. There is now a feature to fish with another person's assistance. Once a day you can investigate the sign near the fishing station and someone might offer to lend you a hand. Press the B button at the right moments on the slider and you can get a rare fish that can't be caught normally.

Monsters. New types of monsters! Love the designs. Even the monsters that are the same but just have different skins are really neat. They look great in the 3D format too. You can even ride with up to two people on certain monsters! Some bosses had awesome designs while others...were bad.

New Types of Furniture. The carpenter store has a wide arrange of furniture you can buy for your home. It also has wallpapers and stuff which is really neat. Though unfortunately you can't even sit on some of the furniture so that's a shame.

Events. Now there is a system where events are triggered by approaching an icon on the map. This is probably an improvement to RF4's randomized system, though personally I found it annoying because it meant that I had to see the events before I could just enter a building normally. Sometimes I just wanted to get shit done and not have to read through walls of text for someone's love event when I just want to buy something.

Voiced Lines. The protagonist seems to have more voiced lines, as do other characters. Good!

Let's talk about Cons

Not including glitches. Oh boy. So many cons. Where do I start?

Dialogue. Probably the most notable con in the entire game. The dialogue is drastically minimal in comparison to previous games, especially rf4. There is probably a quarter of the amount of dialogue compared to rf4's insane amount of content if not less. Townsfolk repeat themselves. Often. Too often. Am I playing Harvest Moon? Originally I thought it was because the dialogue is randomized, but I think it's actually because more dialogue is unlocked as you raise townspeople's FP. Despite this, there's no linear build up where you start off as acquaintances and eventually become very close like in rf4 because of how sporadic the LP/FP is. Townsfolk don't even talk to each other. One of the greatest perks about runefa is the conversations townsfolk can have with one another. Residents randomly gathering in small groups to talk about anything. Previously you could add someone to your party and sometimes a dialogue will occur if you speak to the right person at the right time with that person in your party. This is nonexistent now. The only time they do this in rf5 is during the festivals. But, it will only trigger if you have unlocked all the characters in each marriageable lineup and they can't be in your party. The residents will talk about one another but that's pretty much it outside of town events. They got rid of all the minor dialogue that occurs too. Trying to sleep in someone's bed while they're right there? They wont comment. Inspecting objects in stores while the shopkeeper is present? Wont say anything. Take a character with you to a dungeon/boss fight? Their lips are sealed. Where's my sense of community? :(

FP/LP This ties into the dialogue issue. The rate at which LP/FP increases is sporadic as hell. You can go from 1FP/LP to 4FP/LP just by giving a gift sometimes. I wouldn't even speak to people and their affinity increased by like triple for no reason. Then it increases by like 2% for the longest time. Argh!!!

Graphics. I don't consider myself very picky when it comes to graphics. I don't really mind that the foliage and scenery are at the level of a ps2 game at best. I tried playing on my television initially, but the lag and camera operability was too much so I fully switched (haha puns) to handheld. One thing that sucked is that I literally cannot tell the difference between medicinal herbs, antidote grasses, and green grasses without the captions because the graphics are so indistinguishable. So when you're trying to pick up multiples of those items by holding the A button, you're just randomly walking over anything green in the hopes that you'll get the right ones...

Lack of Sound Effects. Something I noticed is they got rid of the sound effects that will play when you complete a puzzle or add someone to your party. When you try to brush a monster there's no sound for the '♪' they make when you successfully brush them. So it was hard for me to tell if I had actually brushed them or not. I was a bit saddened by the lack of cute sounds.

Too much free range. From the very beginning of the game, you're allowed to go pretty much wherever you want when leaving town. It was too easy to stumble into high enemy level territory without knowing, so when I was like level 5 so I got KO'd immediately.

Artwork. The portraits seem to be lower in quality somehow. Runefa has always had shitty portrait art imo but this time it's even worse. Many character's eyes looked fucked up. Though the 3D models are insanely good for mostly every character except Terry. Terry's 3D model looks Terryfying and I prefer his portrait.

Festivals. They've added some new festivals. Some I enjoy. Some not so much. They changed the format of the eating contest. It's horrible. Good luck with that one.

L pocket + R button? They got rid of the feature that lets you skip to the other end of your items when opening the L pocket by pressing R button. I really liked that feature because it made it faster to reach my items so I was bummed that they got rid of it.

Gotta go fast. Now when you speak to someone, it doesn't 'stop time' as you might say it did in previous games. So people are still moving about as you speak to someone, making it harder to catch up to people! Annoying!!!

Catch and release? Not in my farming simulator! Say goodbye to being able to toss a fish you caught back into the water. In fact, say goodbye to tossing anything you don't want anymore into the water. Now you just have an army of fish flopping on the ground around you. And with the auto pick up feature, they're probably going to end up in your inventory anyways once you try to move. There are still certain ponds with fairies that you can toss stuff into, but you'll have to deal with the fairy harping at you for giving her something she doesn't want.

Shop Hours. Oh god. The shop owners don't even open their stores at the correct hours? It says open at 9am. If you speak to them they won't open their store until like 9:07??? But Priscilla and Lucy will show up to work their part-time jobs at around 8:30am and you can buy stuff through them before 9am. So the actual shop owners (for the bread shop and general store) are pointless usually. Additionally, if the store is empty (but open) you can no longer add a shopkeeper into your party and then enter their store with them to buy things from them. Why. Just why. When you want to buy something that only a specific person sells (Only Hina sells fish, only Heinz sells misc items) you have to wait for them to finally decide to work in their own store. Wonderful.

Monster Item drops. Maybe I'm crazy but the monster drops are seriously a lot harder to get than in previous games. Especially boss drops. It's almost impossible to get the rare drops now. I don't even want to try anymore. And as far as I know, the only place to buy monster items is through Heinz, but his items are actually misc. items, not specifically monster drops. So you'll be lucky to check his store (whenever tf he decides to actually work) for any monster items you might want instead of farming for the drops. Sighs.

Difficulty. This game is too easy. There is little to no challenge whatsoever. I had to increase the difficulty setting to hard mode and it was still too easy. I beat it at level 139, never once did I need to grind or level. In fact, your character levels up way too quickly for the pace of the story. I had zero trouble with any of the bosses and even the final boss was a breeze. Quite sad. Though because I am not new to the franchise, it's likely that newcomers would have some trouble in the later parts of the story.

Fishing cons. Idk how you fck up fishing but they sure did. You have to stand further back now because the pole is so long that you'll miss the fish you're aiming for. In fact, it's seriously hard to aim period. You'll end up recasting more often than not. Fish come in the various sizes but they don't seem to have the darker or faded characteristics that can indicate whether it's a rare fish or not. The graphics make it hard to tell. The pros that i've already mentioned are welcomed but it doesn't negate the fact that I do not enjoy fishing like I did in previous games.

Mining/Lumbering Cons. You can no longer strike three times consecutively when mining/lumbering. This sucks lol. Even when you upgrade your axe or hammer, powering up the tool does nothing for getting wood and material stone--it only expands the area of your strike. So it takes longer to get wood/stone from stumps and rocks now since you have to strike the full 9 times but it's not too bad. It's also harder to aim now as well so that's also unfortunate.

Seasonal Fields? Kiss them goodbye! That's right, there are no seasonal fields in rf5 because devs are insane! You instead have the farm dragons that seem to look seasonal based on the fact that they are designed after elements like earth, water, and fire. But no, these dragons are simply extra fields for you to use. Here's a spoiler: you're not going to use those fields. You're just not. They're kinda useless unless you're obsessed with farming. Now you have to grow your crops out of season like the sad farmer that you are.

Farming cons. Seeds no longer tell you how long it takes to grow the crop. Why. As of June 29th, they fixed this with an update. But I still had to play the whole game without it so fuck you marvelous. The joystick is really sensitive? So when you're trying to use a fertilizer or something on your field you're likely to place it on the wrong 4x4 tile, wasting your fertilizer. So it’s best to hold down the R button when farming. Also the crops look uglie as hell.

Sleeping and warping cutscenes. Just like in rf4 there's a cutscene when you go to sleep that can be skipped easily by pressing A. In rf5, there's a cutscene to sleep and a cutscene when waking up. It takes a bit more than a second to skip these scenes so it gets annoying after a while. Warping is this new feature that replaces our beloved escape spell. Overall I appreciate the feature but I hate it for two reasons. One: there's an annoying ass cutscene for it each time you use it that could be much shorter. And Two: townsfolk now use warp even when inside the town. In previous games, someone exiting your party in town would just manually run to wherever they need to be. So you could easily chase after them if you need to talk to them or give them something. Now, party members use warp regardless of where you are at the time. So say you have someone at 7 hearts and you want to try confessing to them. You would have them join your party, save your game, and then have them leave your party and immediately speak to them and confess before they can run off. If it doesn't work you reload until it does. In RF5 this wouldn't work anymore because they will warp. Now you would have to save, run around town trying to find this person and hope they accept the confession. Otherwise you'll have to play hide and seek again because reloading your file will randomize the resident's locations (if they are not working in a shop)!!!! I often just waited until a festival day because then they will be at the plaza for most of the day and it has a warp point there.

Crafting/Forging/Cooking. They've removed the feature where you can press Y on the ingredients in the menu to add more of that particular item. I miss this feature :'(

Lacks incentive. There is no trophy room from my knowledge. The final dungeon that is meant to be like the sharance maze/rune prana isn't that hard to beat for skilled players and is only 20 floors. After you beat the main story and this dungeon there's not much else to do really.

Request Board. Unlike in rf4, you need to make sure you have accepted requests before you complete them or else it will not count. Previously, you could complete all sorts of tasks and Eliza would still recognize your work even if you accept their request after the fact. ie, shipping goods, harvesting crops, etc. So make sure you don't harvest your special crops before accepting the request it's for!

Return of the "Loli" Dragons... Yeah you read that right. We got more dragons in children's(???) bodies with skimpy clothes. I don't know anymore????¿¿¿

Can't marry the Milfs or Dilfs. Tragic.

Still no homo. Grow up Marvelous.

Reverse Proposal? Reverse Uno card-- Laid low by the patriarchy. You now have to buy the double bed and craft an engagement ring to propose to your man if you're playing as Alice. Marvelous this isn't what we meant when we said we wanted equal rightsssssss This can be seen as a pro if you're a softhearted babey who doesn't like rejecting bachelors' proposals because you feel bad :'( But this is a con for me because I don't want to spend money and materials on a double bed dammit!!!

Misc. Still can't stack dishes or fish. There's no green elemental fairy???All the other elemental ones are there except the green one? why??? Still can't tame the giant Wooly. Some bosses that have insanely awesome designs cannot be tamed and makes me wanna eat glass.

Let's talk about Love~

Relationships. We want them. And half of us only play these games for them. I've only played as the female heroine so far but I'll be updating this review as soon as I finish with the bachelorettes as the male hero.

Confessions

As usual, we must raise the love points of our beloved to 7 hearts before we can attempt to date them. However unlike in rf4, if you fail at a confession once, you will need to raise the LP up an entire level before you can try again with any chance of success. It's imperative you save before attempting a confession now.

Love Events

Each love interest has two love events that must be seen before you can date them. They're reminiscent of older game's style but I felt they could have been a biiiit more interactive or so? Or involved the town a bit more for some of them.

Dating

Once you get your honey to be your bf/gf, you get to choose the nicknames as usual. Then you can go on dates. The first three (non-festival) dates are actually events. You need to see all three events to get married.

Marriage Event

The final event you need to clear before you can marry your sweetie. In my honest opinion, so far for the boys, these events were rather disappointing. They lacked the drama and angst that sort of 'test' the love between the two when compared to rf4. Also this is a huge con for me personally and a minor spoiler but there are no special cutscenes at the end of the marriage event like in rf4. Instead, the cutscene takes place during your actual wedding. I was saddened by this because it took away the depth from the marriage events and the actual character? As it is just a cut and paste type of thing instead of an original cutscene for each person. They lack individualism this way. Also it kinda felt like a way for devs to avoid gay relationships and cut corners :^/....sus.

First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes...

Children!!!!!! This is actually one of the coolest additions in the game. Just like in rf3, you can have up to 3 children again! Your first child will resemble you, and you will have the option to choose its gender as well as its personality. There are 6 different children, (3 boys and 3 girls), all with different hairstyles, mannerisms, and seiyuus. Your answers will determine which child you get. A year after your first child is born, you will get the option to have a second child. You'll end up with twins, both resembling your partner. You won't get to choose the genders (it will be a boy and girl) but you will get to choose the personalities once more. The children all have canon names too and each kid is incredibly cute. And of course, you're still able to take your kid with you in your party~ ...Though you can only take one kid with you at a time.

So is RF5 good?

Yeah it's a fun game! My theory is that Marvelous forced the devs to release the game earlier than they were ready for, and that's why it's so lacking. But that doesn't mean it's not worth playing! I'd rate it 3.5/5 stars hehe. Not nearly as good as RF4 (full stop 5/5), or RF3 (4/5) but enjoyable nonetheless. I wouldn't recommend it as a first game to play from the series for newcomers though, I feel it's best for vets who can overlook all the cons thanks to loyalty and nostalgia. By the time it’s released in the West, the bugs should all be dealt with too.

So! Definitely buy this game! We want the series to continue and we want RF6 to be better than this--and hopefully Marvelous will make sure of that next time. If you're not a picky person I think you'll enjoy rf5 a lot. If you're like me and have high standards then, well, still pick it up and let it run its course. Then dust off rf4sp and cleanse your gaming palette >;^)

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I Still Want You, I Still Need You--VII. A Chance (NSFW)

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About: A few years have passed and you have adjusted to motherhood. Steve and Tony pay you a visit. You and Steve talk about a moment you guys had.

Characters: Okoye, Olivia (OC), Steve, Tony, Pepper (Mentioned), M’Baku (Mentioned), Bucky (Implied Return)

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Four years came and went.

You fell naturally into motherhood. Olivia was a good baby. She slept well during the night unless she had been teething up a storm. Those days you drank all the coffee you could. There were days you had a hard time but Okoye was there to help out and so did Steve whenever he came by. Steve and you grew closer as he helped you with Olivia. You called him super Uncle. The love and adoration that was always on Steve’s face, made you feel like you can almost move on. But the idea always scared you.

Olivia was a smart kid. She was a Stark to a T. She got her hands on just about anything and would make things. And for an almost four year old, it was extremely impressive. Impressive that Tony would sent little building kits for her and she would get them done in a few days with your help. She had the attitude of a Stark but she had the heart of a Barnes. Just like Steve predicted.

Your daughter’s facial expressions were one hundred percent Bucky’s. The way smiles played on the corner of her little lips down to the way she expressed herself with her eyes. Her long hair remained dark as well as her blue eyes. She was a miniature version of Bucky. Steve even said that each time he came back to visit, Olivia looked more and more like him.

Olivia was the calm to the the storm you had been through.

She kept you from falling apart.

She kept you whole.

But yet, you never moved on from losing Bucky.

You walked into the lab to find Olivia in the same place you had left her. She obsessed over the erector set Tony sent her. Tony loved to spoil his niece, just like you loved to spoil yours. A few months after Tony and Peppers wedding, Pepper had become pregnant and shortly after Olivia was born, so was Morgan. Whenever you went to visit them, which was the only time you left Wakanda, the two girls were inseparable. It killed you and Tony to see them have to part ways.

“What are you building this time, bug?” you asked as you sat next to her. Her dark hair hung around her face. She had always refused to where hair bands unless it was to bed.

“A rower coatter,” Olivia’s face popped through the hair, a huge smile on her face. The smile took your breath away. “Can you picture it to Unca Twony?” She loved it when you sent her completed works to Tony. And Tony loved it too.

“Sure thing,” you leaned forward and kissed the top of her head. “How about this weekend we go see them? I’m sure Morgan and you can find something in Uncle Tony’s workshop.” Olivia’s eyes lit up when you said Morgan and workshop. When the two of you would visit, Tony and you would find the girls in Tony’s workshop. You had to convince him to make a small space for the girls since they were always found there.

You sat down at your work table and began to fumble with the scrap metal in front of you. You made it your mission to get cleaner and better filtered water to the Border Tribe after discovering their wells were either running dry or had harmful bacteria in them. It took you a week and a lot of using that Stark charm to get M’Baku to agree to your aqueduct like creation.

“All I need to do is come up with good design,” you whispered to yourself.

After an hour of fumbling and putting pieces together. You finally came up with the perfect example. Now, all you need to do is email Tony what you need.

After hitting send on your email, you looked up to see Okoye walk into the lab. Over the last few years, the two of you have grown closer and could count on each other. You trusted her with yours and Olivia’s life.

“Okie,” Olivia shouted and ran to the woman. Okoye knelt down and let Olivia jump into her arms. Okoye had grown so fond of Olivia that she would take her out with the other members of the guard to show her what they were doing. Olivia loved it.

“How are you little Tiger?” Okoye kept the little nickname for Olivia from when she was in the womb. She has proven to be just that too.

“Good,” then off Olivia went back to her little work table. A true Stark never fully leaving their work undone.

“I see you got your aqueduct done,” Okoye came over to you. “When will we be able to get this done?”

“As soon as Tony can send me what I need, we will be able to get it up and running.” You pushed back from the table. “How’s the guard doing? Were they able to get the barrels of water out there?”

Since finding out about the water situation, you and Okoye decided it would be best to send water until you figured out what you needed to do. So Tony sent twelve barrels to fill with water, even though you asked for six. Tony somehow knew you would need more. Once a week Okoye and the guard would swap out six for six new ones. It was a good process.

“They did,” Okoye crossed her arms and watched Olivia. “This water should last more than a week. They had two barrels still full.”

“Good, that gives us enough time to get this thing built and get them water,” You stood up and made your way around the table.

“I haven’t seen Steve around these last few weeks,” Okoye gave you a side eye and smirk.

“I may have made our friendship awkward,” you said walking to get water. You slightly cringe at the last conversation the two of you had about a month ago. Since then Steve only called or texted you. Making the conversations brief.

“How could you make it awkward? It’s not like you two slept together…”Okoye’s chuckle died as she saw your face. “You slept with him, didn’t you?”

You pressed your lips into a thin line. Did you regret it? Nope, it was the first time in years you could let yourself just go like that. Was it the right time for something like that? Nope, but you thought it was and the next morning you had to tell Steve that.

“I did and it was great,” you closed your eyes as you remembered that night. “Then when morning came, some switch flipped and I just couldn’t do it. I wasn’t ready.” Your voice began to shake as you remembered the exact moment you knew you weren’t ready to move on.

Okoye reached out and touched your shoulder. “It’s okay. Someday you will. Tiger will need a father figure to look up to. Steve Rogers is that kind of man.”

Okoye was right. Steve was the right kind of man and you knew deep down you should maybe at least give him a chance. “I’ll call him this evening when I’m settled down for the night.” Then you replayed that night in your head.

The tension.

The kiss.

The feeling of his skin on yours.

The warmth of his breath on your bare skin.

***

You sat on the couch mindlessly flipping through a magazine, while you sipped on your beer. You rarely drank so you always wanted to keep it light. Steve was putting Olivia to bed and seemingly, it sounded like it was going well. She normally tries every kind of tactic to stay up later. When a door opened, you looked up to see Steve walking your way.

“Asleep already?” you asked setting the magazine on the coffee table. “You didn’t drug her did you?”

Steve laughed and sat on the couch next to you. He cracked open a beer and took a long drink. “Nope, she just wanted four stories and by the time I got through the third one, she was out.”

You leaned over and rested your head on Steve’s shoulder. You swore you felt his muscles tense for split second. “You are a life saver!”

Steve gave a light chuckle. “Tell me whats new? How’s Tony and them doing?”

“Still won’t talk to you huh?” you leaned away. You saw the hardness in those blue eyes. Tony still held some feelings towards Steve. You tried a few times to get Tony to just move on and forgive him for whatever it was. But Tony was a Stark.

“Nope,” Steve emphasized the P in nope.

“Well, they're doing good, Liv and I are going to see them next weekend,” you poked your finger into Steve’s arm. “You can come, you know? He’s asks about you too.”

Steve leaned forward and folded his hands. “I can’t,” he said not making eye contact. “I have that group i’ve been leading.”

You stood up with a huff and walked to the small kitchen. “You and your fucking excuses Steve Rogers. You and Tony are like freaking teenage girls who had a stupid fight and wont talk to each other.” You turned to see that Steve had gotten up and had his hands on his hips. “I’m just saying,” you turned to wash the few dishes in the sink. “You guys were the best of friends. You guys hung out almost all the time.”

You didn’t hear Steve come up beside you. You jumped a little but realized he was helping by drying the dishes. “That’s not why I hung out with him. People just assumed that, I just wanted to be closer to you and for the fucking life of me, I couldn’t man up and ask you out.” You rarely ever heard Steve swear. It surprised you each time.

But that wasn’t what made you drop the plate. You looked towards Olivia room and hoped that she didn’t wake up. You were in the clear.

“For years,” Steve continued as he turned to you. You just stood there and stared at the plate in the sink. The water spilling from the faucet, splashing water droplets around the sink. “I watched you with guy after guy. Almost dying in New York and then almost dying in Sokovia. I wouldn’t know what I would have done if you had.” Steve turned you with his hands. You kept your eyes on the ground. “The that day when Bucky went back on ice, that smile you two exchanged, I knew it was too late. I couldn’t be mad. The two you were perfect for each other.”

“Steve…” you stared to say but he shushed you.

“Then you lost Bucky and that literally almost killed.” Steve took his free hand and lifted your face to meet his eyes. They were soft and you saw just about every emotion he was felling. “Seeing you on that building ledge, I didn’t just pull you back for Bucky’s sake. I pulled you back for mine.”

Whatever happened next, it was beyond you. You didn’t know how it happened, but you found yourself closing the gap between you and Steve and pressing your lips firmly to his. His lips were soft and gentle. It was like something took possession of you body. Steve placed both hands on the side of your face and pulled away.

“You’re not kissing me because I told you how felt?” Steve asked resting his forehead on yours.

“I don’t know.” you answered honestly. Your eyes were closed and you were breathing hard. You really weren’t certain why you kissed Steve. He was never more than just a friend. But these last few years he’s been there for you and Olivia. “Just roll with it.”

And Steve did.

Steve pressed his lips back to yours and deepened it. One of his hands slowly makes its way to the back your neck, while the other goes down to you waist. It grips firmly as he backs you into the living room.Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. Steve’s tongue slid across your bottom one, causing you to groan.

“Not here,” you slightly pulled away. “My room.”

Steve’s hand left your neck and shot down your waist. Without any effort, he picked up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he wrapped his strong arms around you. Steve started towards your room. You buried your face into his neck and felt his body tense up and him suck in a breath.

Once in the room and the door closed, Steve had your back pressed to the door. His breath was by your ear. Sending chills down your back and making you ache for him between your legs. “I am going to take my time with you,” he whispered in your ear, sending yet another chill down your back.

“Show you me what you got, Captain,” you rolled your hips into his already hard erection. Even thorough your cotton pajama shorts, you could feel his cock straining against his jeans as it twitched.

Steve’s eyes grew dark as he spun the two of you around and dropped you on the bed. He bent down and pulled your bottoms and underwear. He saw how wet you were without even having to look at your underwear.

“Someone’s excited,” he teased as he tossed the clothes to the side.

You pushed up on your elbows and gave him a smirk. “I can say the same about you.”

Steve smirked and rose an eyebrow before pulling you legs and placing them over his shoulder. “Let’s see if you taste better than you look.” Without another word, you watched as Steve dove in. His lips meeting your clit and his tongue shooting right inside you.

With a gasp, you shoot a hand to push his face further. The way he licked, sucked, and flicked his tongue around, had you shaking and breathing hard. You couldn’t stop whimpering his name as you felt yourself quickly getting towards that edged.

“Steve,” you whimpered. Your legs pulled him closer and you could feel him hum against your clit as his tongue fucked you. The vibration of his hum was what sent you over the edge. You cried out and both your hands and legs pushed Steve further, if that were possible, into you. Your body shook as your orgasm rocked through your body. And Steve still ate at you until your back fell onto the bed.

You lifted your head up to see Steve stand up and discard his clothes. When his cock sprung free, it had you drooling and you wanted it all inside of you. Steve made his way between your legs and looked at your shirt, with his bare hands, he ripped the fabric off your body throwing it behind him. Looking into his eyes, you could see the hunger and lust. He dipped down and kissed you, tasting your release on his lips. He gripped your hands in his and placed them above your head.

“I want to hear you say it again,” Steve mumbled against your lips. You felt himself line up with your entrance.

You know what he meant. “Fuck me, Captain.”

With that, Steve slipped inside you effortlessly. A soft moan escaped your lips letting Steve’s tongue shoot into your mouth. Once he was fully inside you, he waited until you were adjusted before he started to move in and out of you slow. You slowly lifted your hips but Steve used a hand to pin them back.

“I don’t think so, sweetheart,” he hummed as he peppered kisses to your jawline.

“Well,” you wrapped your legs around his waist. “If you don’t do anything about that slow movement, I will have no choice but to take control.”

Steve pulled out all the way and then slammed right back into you. You cried and moaned as he grunted as the pleasurable action was repeated. His cock slid against your wall in the most beautiful way. You arched your back into his chest each time his cock hit your cervix. His pelvic bone rubbed your clit perfectly, making you moaning, whimpering mess under him. The pressure on you hands and hip being pinned, added to the mess you already were in.

Begging him not to stop.

Pleading him to keep going.

Calling him things, you never thought you would call him before.

It all was bringing you closer to the edge.

Soon, Steve’s thrusting slowed but they were still hard and deep. His grunt were deeper, inside his chest. He let go of your hands and hip and wrapped his arms around you. You did the same. You knew you were at the edge and you knew that Steve was close too. You pushed his face up and see could see the love he had in that moment in his eyes. It was all for you.

“Cum for me,” you whispered.

With one hard thrust, Steve spilled right into you and triggered your orgasm. Your bodies shook together and your breaths were still uneven as the both of you came down. Steve pushed himself up and cupped your face with hand. He leaned down and kissed you slowly. There was no hunger behind it. Just love and passion. Then he rolled over and pulled you into his arms before the two of you fell asleep.

In that moment, everything felt right.

Morning came when Steve gently woke you up. He sat on the side of the bed and brushed back some hair. “Hey,” his voice was gentle. “Breakfast is ready and Liv wanted to show you the pancake we made you.”

You sat up and stretched. “What time is it?”

“Eight, you deserved a morning to sleep in. Especially after last night.” Steve leaned in and brushed his lips against yours. “I’ll let you get ready.”

Once you were alone, you slid out of bed and went to the closet. When you turned the light on, your eyes landed on a box that was labeled BUCKY.

***

You were putting things away as you thought about that morning. You had just told Olivia to pick up her space for the day when you turned around and froze. There stood Steve and Tony. Their faces told you that they meant business.

Olivia squealed when she saw the two men and ran towards them. Steve hugged her while he made eye contact with you. Then Olivia jumped into Tony’s arms. He picked her up and he had the biggest smile on his face. She pointed towards her project and mumbled something. Tony’s face just lit up.

“I guess while I’m here, we can get you something else,” He told her as she wiggled out of his arms. “Sorry, dear,” he said as he and Steve approached. “We would have called but what we have to tell you has to be said in person.”

You gulped. Tony’s tone had you wondering what he needed to say. Steve just stood to the side and had his hands on his hips. His eyebrows furrowed. Taking a deep breath you turned to a random guard that was placed there to watch over you guys. “Can you take her to Okoye?”

The woman took Olivia’s hand and walked out with her. You turned to the two men but it was Steve you addressed. “What’s going on?”

“You may want to sit down for this,” Steve said.

You looked to Tony and he nodded. “Okay,” you sat in your chair. “What is it?”

“We may have found a way to bring everyone back.”

You froze. Coolness filled your body and in the wake of it washing over you, goosebumps followed. Your breathing got stuck in your throat as and you grabbed your water and chugged the rest of it. Your ears were ringing and couldn’t hear what was being said by Steve or Tony.

“Let her breath, Rogers,” Tony’s hand was instantly on your back. “Gosh! We said we would ease her into this. Not dump it on her all at once.”

“How?” you choked out.

“Time travel,” Tony gently said as he sat on your table. “Do you remember Scott Lang? Well he helped me make it possible.”

Then you laughed. You laughed so hard that nearly fell out of your chair. “Time travel?” you asked trying to catch your breath. “You guys are going to go back into time and stop Thanos? What would that mean for us? I wouldn’t get Bucky back. 2018 me would still have Bucky and raise a child with him.”

Tony shushed you with his finger on your mouth. “Slow down, little sister. We are going back to get the stones and bring them to our time. Hoping it’ll work.”

You leaned back in your chair and folded your arms across your chest. You stared at Steve, who couldn’t take his eyes off you. “Do you think this will work?” You asked them both.

“We have to try, right?” Steve responded. “We owe it to those we lost. If not, then we just go on with life.”

You took a deep breath and just stared into space. You thought deeply about what was being said. You could get your husband back. Olivia could have her father. But what happens if this doesn’t work? Then you’re heartbroken all over again. You didn’t have the stomach to have such hope that they were serving to you on a silver plater. But yet, here you were taking it. Because that’s that just who you were.

“Okay,” you stood up. “Then I’m coming with you guys.”

“Nope, thats a huge ass pile of nope,” Tony said standing up too. “You missy, are staying here.”

“I agree,” Steve said.

“You have Olivia to care for,” Tony started to say.

“And you have Morgan,” you pointed out.

“She has two parents,” Tony said taking your shoulders in his hands. “Olivia only has one. For now. And if this were to go sideways and something happens to me, I need you there for Pepper.”

You took another deep breath. Tony was right. “Okay.”

“Perfect,” Tony said letting you go. “Now, I am going to go look for my darling niece and buy her something extravagant.” Tony walked out of the lab leaving you and Steve looking at each other.

The tension in the air was almost suffocating. You knew Steve didn’t want to look at you, he kept darting his eyes away from your each time you looked towards him. It wasn’t that the morning after sleeping with him was bad. There wasn’t even an argument. You just simply told him as you held one of Bucky’s shirts with a few tears in eyes that you couldn’t. That you needed some time.

Well, if this time travel thing works, then there goes the time you needed.

“You know,” you walked over to Steve. “I’m getting the feeling that you are partly on board with this.”

Steve looked down at the ground and then back at you. “What makes you say that?”

You made a face at him. “One, I’ve known you for over a decade. Two, you’re looking at me like you want to throw me on something and have your way with me. But you can’t because you’re best friend, also my husband could be coming back.”

Steve cracked a smile that disappeared just as fast. “It’s just horrible timing on my end. I’m fully on board with this.”

“Good,” you started to leave and turned back to Steve. “If this doesn’t work out, I’ll give us a shot. See where us goes.”

“And if Bucky comes back and he finds out about that night?”

“Then I tell him the truth,” you shrugged your shoulders. “In fact, I will just tell him. He’s been gone for five years. He would have expected me to move on. Now, let’s find my brother before he buys Liv something that’s too big to fit in my apartment.”

***

A few days have went by. Tony had sent the stuff you needed to get water to the Border Tribe. You and some volunteers set to work on getting it all started. It was hard long work that you decided to stay in your old house with Olivia. It made it easier to wake up and get to work and let Olivia play with the other children.

On the fourth day, you were ready to break ground when you noticed a change in the air. The same kind of change five years ago. You shook your head and passed it of as just thinking too much into it. You were too tired, you could barely sleep in that house still. You stayed up most nights as your mind raced with memories. And emotions.

“Let’s take a few hours,” you said to the others as you got up. You could barely concentrate. Today was the day that you brother and friends went on that time travel mission. You couldn’t help but worry about it going wrong. You were waiting for word about if it worked or not.

Olivia ran up to you and jumped into your arms. She nuzzled her face into your neck and you let out a soft sigh. She always knew when you needed hugs the most. She pulled back and took your face in her tiny, little hands. Her clear blue eyes stared deep into yours. She didn’t have to say anything to tell you that everything will be fine no matter what happened.

“I wuv you, Mommy,” she said.

“I love you, too, Tiger,” you gave her little butterfly kisses and set her down. “Can you take her back to the lab? I’m gong to take a few minutes and catch up later.”

“Yes, Missus Barnes,” the guard said taking your daughters hand in theirs.

When you alone you started to stare at the supplies in front of you. You wondered if this was actually enough. You wanted this to work so bad, you almost didn’t hear the snap of a twig behind you. You snapped your head up to listen for it again. Taking a deep breath you shook you head and went back to shuffling through the metal before you.

A twig snapped again.

You picked up a thin, but long piece of metal. “Whoever you are, you may want to think twice about who you sneak up on.”

You spun around, swinging the metal as you went. Something, well more like someone stopped your swing. You froze when you realized who had stopped your swing. A chill ran through your body. You know the color drained from your face. Those blue eyes were just as surprised as you were. They searched yours for some kind of answer.

Your hands fell and so did the metal. You took a step back only to lose your footing. He stepped forwards and grabbed your arms pulling you back towards him.

“Careful there, Doll.”

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plounce · 3 years

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what if gay CATS........... were gay PERSONS

(info on this au under the cut)

theyre all shitty young adults just kind of. getting through their early 20s as best they can. or as much as they can. maybe things will get better someday, but right now they’re kind of spinning their wheels

magic exists but like eh it’s not a big thing don’t worry about it. it’s around but like whatever. not many people have it and it’s mostly just like. a curiosity or a party trick

demeter and bombularina are together, tugger and mistoffelees are together, bombularina and tugger occasionally fwb, it’s cool and aboveboard and it’s all fine

demeter:

bisexual with a preference for women. 24 years old

semi-psychic (not as powerful as tantomile or coricopat). tends to have vague and confusing prophetic dreams

dropped out of grad school for sociology due to trauma and ensuing intensified mental illness. kind of bitter about it, but tries to get through every day. general anxiety disorder even before all that

very nervous around most men she doesn’t know & trust

currently working at a barnes & noble starbucks, which sucks. she recently became the assistant manager, which turbo sucks because now she has more work for only like a buck raise, but at least she’s getting reliable shifts

her go-to therapy is cutting her hair with scissors. her hair is fried to all hell from regular bleaching

she’s learning how to crochet because she’s decided she needs to do something physically productively creative with her hands to distract herself from Stuff

bombalurina:

bisexual. 24 years old

got her bachelor’s in english two years ago and hasn’t found a job in her field and has kind of given up on it for now

she’s been bartending for like four years, does freelance editing work on the side. will occasionally write listicles for clickbait sites if she needs extra cash

literally any extra money she can save goes to tattoos. her right sleeve’s almost done

has natural red hair but dyes it cherry red

a hedonist to cope but is also just a natural hedonist. likes a good bath

i know that like the typical thing fandoms say about female characters is “doesn’t take shit” for the girlboss points but she truly does not take shit anymore. she used to take people’s shit sometimes but at this point in her life she’s tired and she has a girlfriend to be protective of. she has a couple people whose shit she will take (mostly just tugger) but besides them (and having to practice basic customer service to keep her job) she’s tired of other people’s shit! enough!

my personal take on bombalurina is a mix between the riot grrrls of the 90s and 80s punk girls, and then a dash of the greaser chicks from grease. i saw that spiked collar and my brain went OH okay i can run with this somewhere fun. same for demeter, but less so - she just has the piercings.

demelurina:

bombalurina met demeter in college at a women’s activism club, noticed her because of her dimple piercings and was like “oh someone else with a lot of metal in her face, i’ll sit next to her”

they were each other’s first off-campus roommates and were close friends. made out a couple times, but it was mostly a lot of sexual tension. there was a lot of bombalurina staring at demeter while she or demeter made out with someone else

demeter was on and off with her high school boyfriend munkustrap and bombalurina was like “oh he’s so much more stable/calm than me and she needs that, i party a bit too much for her, i shouldn’t try anything” so she just sort of. lets their almost-there peter off

(this is all bombalurina’s internal thoughts - demeter always was interested in her, but thought she was too boring for bombalurina. so neither of them thought they could pursue it)

bombalurina graduated and moved somewhere cheaper further away from campus. they kind of drift apart

munkustrap and demeter peter off and he moves away for a job (they’re still good friends, it was a very amicable breakup) and then demeter gets with macavity, which is a deeply toxic situation for her and sucks hugely and throws her whole life really off track. won’t go into further details

she finally manages to break up with him and calls bombalurina at like 2 am asking if she can pick her up, and also if she can sleep on her couch, it’s okay if that’s not okay, she just. really needs a place she feels safe, and her gut is telling her to. and of course bombalurina says yes

bombalurina also knew macavity and had also made out a couple times with him at like parties and stuff (see: staring at demeter as she makes out with people). something about transference of feelings - bombalurina was into him for a couple moments because he and demeter had a thing.

this is due to me interpreting the song “macavity” as actually about bombalurina wanting to fuck demeter and her singing as a half-repressed expression of that. i use my really good wlw brain to reach that conclusion. it’s kind of a non-competitive version of eve sedgwick’s take on the love triangle. (<-- normal thing to say)

but anyway demeter stays on bombalurina’s couch and she tries so hard to stay on track but eventually she just has to drop out. bombalurina helps her with that too. she’s just really supportive even as demeter’s life is at its lowest point. when she gets home from bartending she gets demeter to go to sleep

she just Stays with her and makes her smile and reminds her that her life isn’t over, there’s still things in her day to enjoy, to keep her trudging forward

bombalurina is roommates with tugger at this point - he also recently dropped out and demeter knows him because he’s munkustrap’s brother, so he’s Trusted and also is like “hey it’s okay that you dropped out, im here and im chilling and you like me and respect me at least a little, and you have a bachelor’s degree at least!” (more on him later)

demeter is like “oh god ive been crashing at their place for so long not paying rent, theyre gonna ask me to leave, im such a freeloader, they wont take my attempts at paying rent” but then bombalurina and tugger are like “hey! the lease is almost up! we found a pretty good 3 bedroom, do you wanna have your own room for real?” and she nearly cries because 1. the RELIEF 2. oh my god you want me around???

cut to bombalurina helping demeter put together an ikea dresser (tugger got banished to the kitchen to make crystal light lemonade for them because he’s useless with a screwdriver) and demeter has two epiphanies:

1. i thought i was ready to d*e four months ago and here i am making a dresser to put clothes into in my new apartment where i live and feel safe and loved. im still not happy but im still alive and im making a dresser

2. holy fuck im back in love with my best friend, and ten times more than i was back then.

so she like kind of freaks out because she’s already imposed so much on bombalurina, how could she impose her FEELINGS on her like this, oh no oh no oh no

meanwhile bombalurina’s back in love with her even MORE and she’s also like no... she’s already dealing with so much... i don’t want to make her uncomfortable or feel unsafe in her own home especially after her recent relationship trauma... i just want her to feel safe around me...

you might think tugger as their roommate would be like “JUST KISS” but he is in fact pretty oblivious because he is self-absorbed. mistoffelees on the other hand..

eventually they do have a big confession of feelings after demeter has a bad day and it’s very dramatic and they make out in the rain. and it’s like. well this is a movie scene. but also im cold and damp. let’s head inside our home and get warm and dry :)

and then they go inside and and talk through everything, all their feelings (not just their romantic feelings but like ALL their feelings) and their shared histories and bombalurina is like “do you think you’re... ready for a relationship right now? like that would be a good thing for you?”

and demeter considers it. she does stop and think. and then she says, “with anyone else... probably not. but it’s you. and i feel so safe around you, and we’re already so close. you make the future feel more worth it. you make more days alive feel not just tolerable, but something to look forward to. and knowing you’ve loved me all this time... it’s nice. it’s good. i’m - i’m understating it so much, it’s more than nice, it’s just - it’s a lot. i wish i had noticed back then.” “hey, hey, don’t blame yourself. i’m the one who never said anything.”

anyway. everything works out, and they start dating for real :)

tugger:

bisexual. 22 years old

dishwasher at the same bar bombalurina works at. she got him the job. he keeps bugging her to teach him bartending tricks and on slow nights she will agree to

he dropped out of their four year, but he managed to secure an associate’s in communications before he dipped

trying to be an ig influencer hotboy and hopefully get modeling jobs from that but his phone’s camera sucks shit so his account isn’t really going anywhere. but he continues to post his low resolution shirtless selfies

trying to cope with being the failure son who does not have a fancy nonprofit job with a salary and healthcare by being self-absorbed and self-aggrandizing

it works about 60% of the time and 60% of the times that it doesn’t he’s able to hide it

he dropped out right around when bombalurina graduated and he was like HEY! ARE YOU LOOKING FOR A ROOMMATE WHO DOESN’T CARE IF WE LIVE TEN MILES AWAY FROM CAMPUS? WELL HAVE I GOT A SOLUTION FOR YOU: ME!

to which bombalurina (who has fooled around with him here and there and thinks he is funny little man and genuinely goodhearted, and also he has rockin abs as a plus) says munkustrap already asked me if i need a roommate and if i do to consider you, because you don’t want to move back home. in other words: yes, you little idiot

they do fool around with each other but they are both very understanding that it is strictly platonic and for fun, especially once they become roommates. they both do not desire each other for anything serious

he did have a bit of a crush on each other when they met (hot punk older girl who’s friends with his brother) but 1. it dissipated pretty quick after they fooled around for the first time because it was not a very serious crush 2. she was in the middle of being in love with demeter so she was focused on that, emotionally

he got his ears pierced a couple times in high school but bombalurina inspired him to get a couple more. she went with him when he got his nose pierced

demeter has always understood that him and bombalurina are strictly fwb, has never been an issue.

she and him like to bleach their hair together when their hair schedules line up (he bleaches his way less often then she does), but she refuses to use his fancy conditioner that keeps his hair unfried because it’s expensive, even though he tells her to go ahead and use it, please, the health of her hair is giving HIM anxiety, demeter please. please demeter

mistoffelees:

gay. 20 years old

has magic. it’s pretty good magic but again: magic is not a big deal in this concept

a bit spooky. skulks around. a bit of a bitch but also very very nice. chooses when to speak

he has postings on craigslist and fiverr about finding lost objects and people with magic. like a gig economy private detective

side job is a waiter at a fancy restaurant

sometimes he gets paid VERY well from the private detecting, depending on the client. he does ask his psychic friends (tantomile & coricopat) to give a quick glance over on some of the more suspicious clients just to make sure he isn’t finding someone who should not be found by that person.

doesn’t go to college. is roommates with his sister victoria, who’s a freshman and studying dance. moved into town with her so she wouldn’t have to live in the dorms by having a guaranteed roommate.

tuggoffelees:

the general vibe i want for these two is mistoffelees walking around town or driving around in his shitty toyota camry while tugger tags along because he’s bored and thinks this is cool as shit

the general tone of the au is “magic isn’t a big deal” except for tugger, who thinks mistoffelees’ magic and his magic freelancing is the coolest shit ever. this is mostly because he just likes mistoffelees. “there are people who can do cooler shit than me, tug” “yeah but i don’t KNOW them also theyre not as COOL as you” “you had to explain to me how instagram reels work”

idk how they met i just think tugger shows up at his and bombalurina’s apartment one day (this is when demeter has moved in but they havent moved to the 3br yet) with this dude to dash in and pick something up and bombalurina is like “uh. who’s this” “oh this is mistoffelees he’s SO GOOD AT MAGIC” [mistoffelees nods hello] “okay bye bombalurina see you at work!!!” “uh. later”

after that he just shows up a lot. sort of ambiguous if theyre dating or what for a while before bombalurina straight up asks like “hey does the dude you’re dating know we fool around” “the dude im - what?” “... the little magic guy who keeps using our hot cocoa mix. misty.” “oh. uh. we aren’t dating.” “... do you want to? because you’re kind of all over him constantly” “um. well! haha, if i wanted to, i could! haha!” “yeah get back to me on that”

tugger trying to use his ig clout to get mistoffelees more work even though 1. he has no clout 2. mistoffelees has a very stable client base. but mistoffelees appreciates the effort. the self-promo guy promoing someone other than himself... the highest expression of love...

mistoffelees is A Nonthreatening Man plus he’s pretty obviously gay so demeter is chill around him pretty quickly. when mistoffelees is over they’ll sit on the couch where demeter sleeps and watch documentaries quietly while she crochets

they both occasionally say spooky shit at the same time because magic stuff. bombalurina and tugger are both torn between “that was cool as fuck” and “god that’s unnerving”

just a lot of tugger following mistoffelees around on his jobs and mistoffelees letting him because he’s fond of him and them occasionally getting into minor peril and interesting shenanigans, but it is 90% fetch quests

i think the first time they met tugger was taking selfies in front of a hydrangea in a public park and he saw mistoffelees walk up with a shovel and start digging in one of the flower beds and he thought he was hot so he went over and offered to take over on the shoveling to look strong and masculine and he ended up digging up a skull, which mistoffelees picked up and said “thanks” and then walked away

mildly terrifying but also very interesting and tugger’s days are kind of boring and dishwashing kind of sucks as a job to do like every night and he is a person who thrives on novelty so. moth to a porchlight

i think they do start making out for fun here and there and then a while later theyre out on one of mistoffelees’ jobs and someone asks “who’s the guy with you” and mistoffelees replies “oh that’s my boyfriend, don’t worry about him” and then it’s like. “HUH? I’M YOUR BOYFRIEND?” “uh. yeah? i assumed. is that okay?” “i mean yeah of course i think you’re great! how long have we–” “oh like a while.” “oh. uh. cool!!”

they just hang out a lot. mistoffelees enjoys teasing him and enjoys his warmth and bombasticity and tugger likes watching and helping him solve little mysteries around the county because it’s always something new. they’re kind of a comedy duo. they just enjoy spending their time together and following mistoffelee’s internal magic gps to find lost dogs and lost necklaces

yeah right now this au is just vibes and just sort of. continuing forward with your days and your weeks and your months. just young adults hanging out

#cats the musical #mr mistoffelees #rum tum tugger #demeter cats #bombalurina #tuggoffelees #demelurina #chirps #bird in the hand

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allisonbaelfire · 3 years

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Hope and Destiny

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader / Bucky Barnes x Reader / Tony Stark!Brother

Summary: After the Sokovia accords, were you teamed up with your boyfriend, Steve Rogers, instead of your Brother, Tony Stark, you and the rest of Caps Team had to go into hiding. For a while it went well, you continued to protect civilians, tried to have a normal everyday life and Steve and your relationship seemed okay in spite of everything that happened.

One day Steve gave a Quinjet route, you didn't know. He flew to Wakanda and dropped Bucky and you off and left. Years later he comes back, now where Thanos was on his way.

Chapter Summary: Y/N had to learn how to live with the fact that Steve was no longer part of her life. She now lived in Wakanda, along with Bucky. Although, her thoughts troubled her every minute, she missed Steve and was still wondering why he suddenly behaved like that. Meanwhile, Bucky realizes that she is getting worse every day.

Words: 3,808

Authors Note: I don't think I'm exaggerating when I say this is the best story I've ever written so far.

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Steve ignored Y/N's questions about where they were heading next and sat next to Natasha who flew the jet. Even though she found that very strange, as he never kept secrets from her, she gave up after a while and sat in the back of the Quinjet and listened with sam to some music as both of them had the same taste.

After a while, which seemed like hours to Y/N, she heard Natasha mumbling to herself, that she had almost forgotten how nice it was here and for a little moment, Y/N hoped they would be at home again.

Y/N missed her old live and the rest of her family, she didn't regret choosing Steve's side a single day, it was the right choice. She still missed her brother, Pepper and all the others very much but did they missed her too? After what she did?

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“Steve, what’re we doing here?” Y/N questioned him while she was gazing at him all in love. “Honeymoon comes after the wedding.” She joked.

Y/N looked around and admired Wakanda's beauty. It looked perfect, as if everything was in harmony.

Natasha made Bucky and Sam aware, that Steve and Y/N needed a moment and so they went into the palace of King T’Challa. She looked after them questioningly.

Steve took gently her Hand and placed a kiss on top of it. “I decided, th-that I’d be the best for everyone, the best for you - if Bucky and you’d stay here in Wakanda.” He bit his lips nervously.

He then kept talking, but Y/N could barely concentrate on what he was saying. She looked at him and couldn't believe what he was up to. Leaving her behind, why? Was that really Steve in front of Y/N, her Steve? The Steve Y/N knew and loved, would never leave her behind. Especially not after she had left her family for him.

“For your own safety.” He gasped.

He had said a lot to explain himself, but Y/N could only concentrate on one thing.

She shook her head in disbelief. “For MY safety?” Y/N looked very serious. “May I briefly remind you who fought with you, side by side, in New York and DC? Who was by your side and fought against her own brother, the only living family I have.”

Y/N crossed her arms and thighted her fists, she clenched her teeth while trying not to cry, “And may I also remind you who can take good care of herself? That would be me. Rogers, I was able to defend myself without you back then and I still can. So don’t you dare lie to me. What’s this really about?”

Y/N glared at Steve and saw how nervous and hurt he was. If she hadn’t been so mad and confused, she'd have noticed that it wasn't an easy decision for him. But Y/N didn't want to see any of that. Steve gave her the feeling of being a burden, a weakness for the team and especially for him.

She turned her face away from him. “And you think, just because you want me to stay here, I actually will?” Y/N faked a laugh and lifted her arms up. “Who do you think you’re? You probably forgot who you’re talking to.”

She turned back to Steve, in her eyes - pure frustration. You could've thought that she would punch him to the ground any second.

“I'm Y/N Stark, fighter, genius and billionaire, just like my brother. You also forgot that I’m probably stronger than everyone here, so, I'm getting out.”

Steve put his hands on his hips. “No Y/N, you wont. You’re also still a refugee. I also don't think Tony or the Senate would be happy if you come back.” He puffed out his chest. “That being said, Bucky needs help and I order you to stay here to help him. You are the two most important people in my life and I need to know that you take care of each other and that you are safe.” Steve scratched the back of his neck.

She buried her hand in her hair. Y/N knew he was lying and something was off, his body language gave him away. Also order? He never put his Captain Modus at her. But she couldn't look at the man standing in front of her any longer without tearing her heart apart. Her body felt like it was covered in Lava, angry and close to tears she turned away from him.

A tear rolled down her face only she wasn’t a woman who liked to show weakness and quickly washed it away.

Y/N knew it was hopeless. "I know you're lying or I just never really knew you at all.”

She wouldn't turn around again, she wouldn't do Steve the favor of seeing her broken like this. For the first time in years, Y/N regretted choosing Steve over her actual family. Maybe now it was time to be a real Stark again.

“I always knew how to separate wrong and right,” She chuckled slightly. “that's why I chose you back then, but Tony was right all along, you were and always will be wrong for me." She exhaled.

Y/N could hold her tears now, she was strong enough to turn around and face him. Y/N noticed the harm she was doing to him with her words.

“Only one more thing, because we were always honest with each other. Or so I thought” Her tone changed sarcastically. “Anyway, I should give it back to you-”

“-No no, Y/N. No, this is not-”

She gave him his mothers family ring back, which she wore around her neck during missions. “I’m sure I don’t want a fiancè, who seems to not love me enough.”

Steve covered his mouth, you could feel the doubt and regret he was having, but that didn't change a thing for Y/N. If there was one thing she hated the most, then it was being lied to. Y/N would always forgive and somehow understand everything and everyone, trying to find a solution, but she didn’t accept lies, she had had enough of that in her childhood already. In fact, Tony and she were alike as for that. Still, Steve wouldn't have expected her to be so hurt and break the engagement.

“I love you with all I’ve and you’ll understand. I-I promise, Baby.” He replied with a shaky voice.

Natasha and Sam seemed to have witnessed everything, probably everyone had. Y/N felt the penetrating looks on her. The two wouldn’t even dare to speak to Y/N while they came out of the palace. Natasha touched Steve's shoulder lightly to show him they were ready, Nat threw Y/N a look she had never seen before and walked with Sam to the Quinjet.

Bucky came out of the palace too, but when Y/N's and his eyes met he walked more carefully than Natasha and Sam, until he finally stopped. Steve turned around, Y/N couldn't see what he was showing, or maybe even saying to Bucky, but he understood, nodded and went back to the palace.

Steve walked in the direction of the Quinjet, but turned back to Y/N. He wanted to go back, kiss her and say that he'll be back soon, that everything would be all right. But she hated lies and he wouldn't dare tell another one.

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Y/N didn't wait for the Quinjet to take off, she left, then she ran after Bucky.

“Did you know?” Bucky sure must’ve heard her question but he chose not to answer. She then shouted. “Barnes, did you know?!”

Y/N had special powers, she lifted her right arm up and made the gesture like turning Bucky around to face her. She held him against the wall without touching him. She was telekinetic and Bucky couldn’t even move a finger as long as she held him.

Y/N could barely contain her anger until she saw how frightened Bucky was. Eventually she let him go. Y/N took control of his will, like the people who experimented on him back then. She didn't say it out-loud, but at the moment were she saw him gasping for air, for control, she promised him never to use her powers against him again. Then she collapsed.

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Y/N woke up in a huge bed and in an even bigger dormitory. She sat up, touched her head and remembered what she did and what had happened that she snapped. She hoped so much it was all just a bad dream.

“I knew he wanted to get help for me. I didn’t know he’d leave you behind.”

She saw Bucky sitting at the end of the room. The moment she looked at him he winced a bit.

Y/N covered her mouth, “Bucky, Bucky I-I’am so sorry.” trying to contain her tears. “I thought by now I could control it.”

Bucky got up and walked over to her, sat down at the end of the bed and nodded. “I know.” For Bucky, Y/N was the only person besides Steve whom he trusted.

Steve often talked about Bucky, so often that Y/N felt like she was with them back in the days. So Steve didn't have to bother to convince her to look for Bucky and help him when he was on the run.

Y/N couldn't wipe a tear away as quickly as she would have wanted and Bucky saw it. He didn't want to make her feel the same way Steve did, that she was left behind. But Bucky hadn't had much practice in dealing with people and their feelings.

“Do you think, he left me because he wanted you to be safe and not alone?”

Bucky held the back of his neck and didn't look at Y/N. He didn't hear what she said to Steve in front of the palace, his lip-reading wasn’t that fast. He still was sure Steve visibly lied to her, but he saw her anger and then even had to feel it. He didn't want to answer the question. But he couldn’t afford not answering them as he wanted to do -to be better.

“Kinda but-”

“Ms. Stark, Mr. Barnes.” T’Challa greeted them. “It’s a pleasure.”

Bucky was relieved he didn't have to answer her question.

“That you’re not after us and not trying to kill us, I agree.” Y/N growled back.

The last time Bucky and Y/N met T'Challa wasn’t particularly pleasant. She was still unsure about the King of Wakanda, he was a stranger, he fought against her and her friends and she was sure, even if wakanda was gorgeous, it would become a prison to her at some point. It already felt like she was sitting in a gold cage.

“Watch your tongue.” Okoye hissed.

T’Challa lifted his hand at her. “It’s fine Okoye. Anyway, this is your new home now. You can live as you please, as long as you make your contribution.” He pointed out politely and at the same time decisively. “You can decide for yourself whether you live in the palace or prefer a cozy home alone. You are now part of the Wakanda family, I want you to feel comfortable. Share your wishes with my assistants.”

Even after the past that Y/N, Bucky and T'Challa had, he was very polite and Y/N somehow appreciated that.

“I just wish that both of you will be joining me for dinner every Sunday evening in the palace, its Tradition.”

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The first week passed very quickly for Y/N. Bucky and Y/N each decided to have their own home. Neither wanted to sleep in a huge palace, where they would be watched and feel more locked up than free.

Everyday wondering why Steve left her behind, she trained tirelessly. She even trained more than Bucky which seemed impossible.

“You should take a shower.” Bucky called to her.

“You, should leave me alone.” Y/N recommended as she hit a tree as if it was Steve’s face.

Y/N didn't even turn around, she didn't care if Bucky was there or not. She wanted to be left alone and she let everyone feel it.

Bucky placed a dress on Y/N's chair. “It’s Sunday.”

She turned around, crossed her arms and was ready to say how much she didn't care about that dinner with T'Challa and his family, but her voice didn't make a sound when she noticed Bucky’s hair tied up in a man bun and outrageously handsome in a suit.

She smirked. “Shuri wanted me to wear it.” He growled and looked away.

“She has probably made more progress with you than we could ever have done. You look handsome.“

Y/N opened her boxing gloves with her mouth. Not that the gloves had any use, Y/N's hands looked like they were hitting something all the time, even Bucky was wondering why they weren't broken yet. Maybe he hoped she would break them somehow, so she could find a moment to actually deal with her problems, as Shuri would say now.

“Anyway, I should bring you the dress. I did, it’s up to you. See you later.”

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Bucky noticed T'Challa visibly disappointed face as Y/N wasn’t appearing. But after 15 minutes, he didn't want to wait any longer for dinner. Bucky glanced at him to apologize for her behavior.

T'Challa raised his glass and the others joined him. "To our new friends"

Just when everyone were about click their glasses together, the big hall door opened and Y/N entered. She was wearing a stunning red dress. (Here!). Her hair was tied up, her make-up was very soft. It almost seemed as if she didn't have any on her and would naturally look perfect, but under the make-up there was an exhausted woman.

“I apologize for my late appearance, Your Majesty.” She held her dress with both hands and curtsied.

T’Challa nodded, he was happy she decided to join.

The King mother looked questioned. Y/N’s behavior wasn’t usually tolerated in Wakanda, when the king invites you, especially to dinner at the same table with his family, then you had to be on time. Without any excuse.

When Y/N wanted to take a chair, Bucky got up and helped her. Almost everyone was amazed about his action, as he was only known as a dangerous assassin. For Bucky it was natural to help a beautiful Dame to sit down, his parents had been taught him that, and even H.Y.D.R.A. couldn’t let him forget those kind of manners.

“You see, I have already made good progress with him.“ Shuri said proud.

“Thank you.” Y/N whispered and Bucky nodded soft.

If Y/N should have been honest, she was glad to have had a normal dinner after so long. Even though her thoughts were still around Steve, it was nice. T'Challa's family welcomed Bucky and her like their own.

Still, Y/N excused herself early. She said she was tired, thanked for the food and left the palace.

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When Y/N was finally out of sight of the palace guards, she looked around again to make sure that she couldn’t be seen or heard. She went behind a bush and threw up. The food was delicious, but she couldn't keep it in her for a second longer. She wiped her mouth with her arm and smeared it on the dress. That wasn't particularly Ladylike, but she couldn't have cared less about that.

What Y/N didn't notice was that Bucky had followed her. Not to check where she was going, but because they both had their homes side by side and it was difficult for Bucky to be social with so many strangers around for a long time.

She came out from behind the bush and held her stomach and forehead, was that a side effect of her powers? Should she have listened to Tony and not experimented on herself? But why was she feeling so bad now? Her powers had no negative effect on her for years. Bucky didn't know what to do, he wanted to help her, but it was obvious that she didn't want anyone to see her. He waited until she finished and followed her unobtrusively to be sure that Y/N would come home safe.

When Bucky went to bed he thought for a while about what he just saw. He was worried if Y/N’s overall situation made her sick, everything that happened to her, that Steve broke her heart. He was overwhelmed, caring about people was taken away from him by H.Y.D.R.A., to learn it again now and to feel it again, to be able to be the master of his own will, that was all new.

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A few months passed and Y/N and Bucky were slowly settling into Wakanda. After a while Y/N even joined the Dora Milaje. She was already a trained fighter, and she had her special gifts. She was a perfect fit and it occupied her.

Bucky worked hard with Shuri to ensure that what H.Y.D.R.A. had done to him to undo and it worked day by day.

“Hey Buck,” Y/N waved. “I think they love you.” She laughed lightly as the goats followed Bucky every step.

Y/N and Bucky got along better every day, now that she had a task and Bucky was making new progress every day. In addition, even if they both wouldn’t admit it, they only trusted each other.

He imitated her laugh, which only made her laugh even more. Y/N packed into the side pockets of her jacket and took out some snacks for the goats, throwing them far enough for Bucky to rest for a few minutes

"I think we should build an enclosure and a home for them. Right in front of our houses. They need a home too and to be honest I love these cute goats." She pet the only baby goat, which was still graving for Bucky’s attention.

“Fine.” He rolled his eyes. “But not right in front of the houses. They’re loud.”

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Bucky couldn't understand why Y/N liked the goats so much, they stank, were loud and unbearably intrusive for his taste but they made her smile, maybe that was the only reason why he decided on the same day with the start building an enclosure.

Y/N insisted on helping Bucky, first she tried to bring the wood for the fence from one place to the other with her powers, but it exhausted her. She tried like Bucky without her telekinesis, which was ironic because he had a super arm and a super soldier serum, but she didn't last long and had to sit on the ground. The baby goat seized her chance and ran to Y/N like her life depended on being petted by her. It made Y/N giggle.

Bucky starred at Y/N and the little goat attentively, she trained every day but it seemed as if Y/N would only get weaker, he was afraid she would collapse any second. It still warmed his heart to see her smile.

“Is it your serum?” He questioned careful not sure if he had the right to ask.

She looked up to him, “What’re you talking about?”

Bucky put the last nail in the fence and when the enclosure was finished, he knealed down to her and touched softly her forehead. Y/N's eyes widened when Bucky touched her, usually he was keeping his distance. Y/N was pale but felt hot. Normally she wouldn't have minded the little bit of wood sawing, she would probably have finished sawing faster than Bucky. But she could hardly keep herself even awake.

She took a deep breath. “Its not the serum, It’s stable, I’m sure. Bucky, I'm fine, don't worry. I-I need just a little brea-”

Y/N was about to fall to the ground, but Bucky caught her in time. The little goat jumped.

"No, you need a doctor" Y/N was passed out.

Bucky had to put Y/N gently on the ground for a second, only God knows what she would have done to him, if he had left the baby goat unattended. He raised it over the fence, raised his index finger to make it clear to the little goat that she shouldn't follow him and stay there.

He turned back to Y/N, slipping his right arm under her head while placing his left arm under her legs. He picked her up carefully and ran as fast as he could with her in his arms to see Shuri.

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Shuri already saw Bucky and Y/N on her security cameras. She opened the entrance and had Bucky place Y/N on some sort of technical table. She did a few scans, which felt like hours to Bucky. His eyes never let go of Y/N, he had to promise Steve to watch out for her and now she was lying here unconscious. He felt like he had failed his best friend.

Bucky touched nrvous his arm. "We-we were going to build a fence for the goats because Y/N thought it would be better if they also had a home." Shuri looked at him questioningly as she scanned the condition of Y/N. Shuri had never seen Bucky like this before, not even when she rewired Bucky's brain, even when she brought up the uncomfortable subject, his past - He was always calm. He made sure that people around him were calmed when they wanted to panic. Shuri saw for the first time how Bucky’s his feelings got the better of him, when he blamed himself for Y/N’s condition.

Y/N woke up and was confused where about she was. She was sweating profusely and breathing heavily.

Bucky noticed her fear, Shuri's tech scared even him when he wasn't on this table. He took her hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world for him, which it surely wasn’t. Shuri put a breathing mask on Y/N to help her regain stable breathing. Y/N ran a tear down the side of her cheek, Bucky knew how uncomfortable it was for her to show weakness and made sure he wiped the tear away before Shuri noticed. He winked at Y/N which made her smile soft.

She tried to take off the mask to tell Bucky something, but he wouldn't let her, it was more important to him that she breathed. They could talk later.

Shuri's scans were done. She looked at them and then turned quickly to Y/N and couldn't believe what she just found out. She took off the mask of Y/N, it looked very rough for Bucky so he intervened and grabbed Shuri by her arm.

“Easy” He growled. Y/N squeezed his arm lightly to show him that it was okay.

“Did you know?!” Shuri questioned Y/N.

She nodded. “But not for sure.” She replied weak.

“For how long, I need to know or-”

“-Or what, what is going on here?!” Bucky nearly panicked. “Do something, help her!”

Yet Shuri couldn't have cared less about Bucky right now. She ran through her lab, typed on her computers, and even called out a distress signal. Suddenly an incredible amount of people ran into the laboratory.

Y/N looked at him, took his hand and squeezed it again to comfort him. He should focus on her and not on all those strangers. “I’ll be fine, Bucky.” Y/N was about to pass out again.

“Keep her awake!” Shuri shouted. “The Baby comes now...”

Bucky heard what Shuri was said and yet, it was as if they didn't speak the same language. A baby?! Since when? Y/N didn't look like a typical pregnant woman, she trained every damn day, nobody would do that if she was pregnant.

“You need to leave!” Shuri yelled at Bucky but he didn’t move a feet.

“I’m right were I belong, wanna fight about that or tell me how i can help them both?” He asked her and raised his eyebrow.

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