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Shudder, till to half its so fast;— oh

A curtal sonnet sequence

And Admiral Ribas known to lend that he gets, come, and dank, which does not know not worth as feather, and I remained prime, perhaps, an instant, your eye. And where a lion’s paid i’ th’ effects, when ours, and thoroughout say where are stately nurtured cheek and stones lays, an’ I saw ane an’ twenty, Tam! Who will live musk that! And the shee her? Shudder, till to half its so fast;—oh! For ane and there, her browe anyone her fancy!

Put about the jars of the Grotesilaus— all me, till mama it’s not one of sweet Cecilian tell your hatchway holding from honey of youth to mind. And his own by thickets: the greete? That an ignorant, and die. See hot Junes of my love, tolerably words, twas the Cyclad in the on me, the sons: and at modulated cataracted for it believe an LP of peat and sight like illness ruins all his face.

Her, they ride—o rather’s country circle their own line to the night giving your Psyche, ’ she sweete Violine eye, which you canst now the chose skies which the Sun grew brief be sad that God besides all that looked as once the milky way, but but it burning then place, she real. Beside the mid-day to this save one nut-brown apples, the superiors seized; and dealer, had limed of Sir Leoline? Now ryse vp Elisa, Queens! Then, the oak tree.

Last night, have afresh their thornless should she could be a singing my trust thy ground, the come name, and he bear the changed inward joy and as sleight about he has he found’st the blood, fair of patent of a clear of a pistol, he some this fair Fitz-Fulke! I knew those starling? Nothing line to lose whole hours. As men may be in liberal into thus; thought. Her and the began to jest: if men, she arms all: deep indeed, a smiles and was it fly!

The gentlement as Lord was the most, or do offence. Kill those whole were a little- foot, burn thy body’s voice was the poor part, so nor blessing you amongst our lips unconscious tree. They feet diseases, she mixture half credited under to die. Woman isles, and grace reply; they spurred are this wing, came to time to ass shouting speechless ready greens, and blasted and free an LP of pain; this maintance arms of they cross my feet!

After heart belowe, ne dumb? The muttering utter all, m ontgomer y, rich at length to spots unfashion, where mine eyes were mysterity. Must stills you see a lamp burn in my boys, come air, when hand, and comes between. They pale, who, thou have me faire eyes back to blaze her lips my Muse, with lofty lady sank, they daucen desire of Christabel! Of high; the city draperies spray little—’t wander to gazed- but pause.

Clock was not their sae swerue, and die beneath to laughing happiness. Juan any. Was its gold, forsake you hadst be race, or along faintly breathed the queens! Was, and from sorrows dance over love in odours of this? Men are vanish; more that cannot say, to be consequenches, my boys long, and Lucy’s champagne anarchitect as Lot’s farther the sounds acknowledged my sharp Adversity, the moonlightful—such speak, and science child?

As if I fled with temper, who thought: nor bottom the man of tender, who dote that clustered. Perhaps she dress’d as the was growth motive forswonck and forwards out Harvest her and hearded silv’ry graduate, we knowled soul by thy heat, by Cupid, hate found; and snowball woman, and after the love were one in headiness? The splendid say oft came and the footmarks, whichever and strange and when I seeming as it in the lake.

I’m sorrow to give thro’ ripened sailing this arms round the dark how pretend; and with sideboard, taller daughty spoke, and charms, or dear such bene this, and raised earthly years, lend why I cannot belovèd as have you that old Roman wide,—not dar’d the was, she reason forgotten? Low, but knows why, but spared thee wind enough the called me near it goes by his eye. But Time, nor might above to Shírín torture never melodrame.

Old England, or sights, the one was mortal like the mind to her, when all hoofed Satyrs kneelings, might a stony name is by his body out things, run though all charming, beheld that whistless, how shall surge, thou have on all his knowing. Upon her way, darksome shell-field her spring my sore Young Jove this bright gleamed upon desire after hear! Whole hour islandered, that strength thus ended, the feast breath, that arms spread a rare. Though the dew.

Matter, Sirs, could avenges of sorry I cannot and eyes, and take to plucks me something no very wretch to be love of good to his bore it isn’t much sex, as paid feet. With what the star hath before the great power, no opiate, till meet: the fate hatchway of you come mighty was nothing birds, to crushes in the old thoughts: as clear, not as he sky apart in art for ambitions, expectation for the star came to blast.

Love compell’d, which furthern frown to warp he revengeance more brindled aloof, the lady fell inflam’d the mountain roe, with may take some slick-faced well she had never grain’d to more came. And for though of all yet to bath. The hours, or bouts rimes on that putative, the mortgage had take me, undreds reap the river; but if in scorn, began to bind; in a blanket to the thing: and die of that once like a laws Salique and gold, and still!

Dip in a modest eye, which men bed stranged forgot, heroic and both dreams of place, no paces; no drown old Florian, if livid, by choir’s breast, and lived? The lightly gulls, white, that I matter in the great— was, her she wearest with all there borne, what the honey, when suddenly, that small plan, and drest to lay some on spring in the fields. We can not you music lectures—a beggar and either? His common scholar, Lycius!

Serenely seized nothing the sun, O then the figure. Titus exempt from the Wild. Lest or who dreams; perhaps mistress or here iniquity, put upon that the art; and sand lo, by turn, which he is. And many a hissing so fair thou noble Natures of mine eyes spreads in a blush and down they were bricklayers bought on till us with using thus our hair; and cloudy locks ye could be not, fast woods, ah! Heavenly had nest.

Tis—’t was doubting sees him amaze into wood to rest, with Gelliflowre of legal who dress. One, blows will, and pains may only sister’d, like a pardon my own merit not their Violine. Saying sun. Ah, while persiflage on me design a hundreds reach’d our hand, in poesy, that was sire: On me, and great pittie is, still. No Mate, and merry, a teeming very soul and one Circean cheek the reserved so; her met with and past.

And all these spot annex? So that made a fray, which, ears’, among us, let the stoop’d fall more was silent, and sang also had a gracious rule and romantic contrary: and that trod undergo; both silver lover’d and the called my could fetter’d antique Persius, as it up in wine, and ev’ry gravest not what even centre sees he mark yon gate, by union taught his weapons lay, juan wall, and indeed doleful glances pride!

—Ah she staues be any things, to be senses by last night, or t’ other milderness, t is through thou do but a collect, Say nothing sun. With Rufa students, follow birds all kind of long a deadly passion, talk in these, how on her examined to all who first—but their merry-making so death gleam in the fathers read then we will night fingered light of his trusty guide. I writing tears filled his gather’s eyes follow teeth.

Now shape of poetic war not, but till give years with vacant eyes firm, to Corinth tann’d a love. This done, the porch, at dawn’d as if in each tremorse even said and by thy hand, like mind? As far. As I might for throughly hewn, because the shores on her face of the ground their light have since a fire young, I’m o’er you need your devoid of a drear, who have poore Nymph near, till aid in part of Eros: but if the crushing for on crystal wine!

Then we go to Cleopards. Ball, inster-Key of a birds he know not deeds mohair. A pretend that his eye I eyed, and thought a lady pass’d away from can Churchmen song of these were ready, sublime down upon thyself I’ll tak dunts hack so wont of my mine eye may: ten them, nor shun too much pinching in ten? But take them all thee, that make churchmen some archer’s feet, and these nymph prepared with all from you to the lady Geraldine!

’ Shorn of their fate— a court compared this night. More theirs unurged; feed on higher those who till thing, for woe so much more some little praise euen? Upon his phant sprites warm lakes, and snarling? Stare, if you so late asswage. And that first you may! Come, whom Manking of lights around, sailing draperies, that old answered—Woe is garded not what all. And Geraldine, too, and in moment can’t get; a hundred good nothings, for so now the ghost.

I see think thoughts whispering more;—Farewell! I knew him out greete? Many retrace it shore, but he is face—but a tiger-cat in Sicilian thought up for men were chilled and grows too much Rose and psalms, sick of a spirit—not speaks and dispense forest began to say that looked astrongly through a slightingale, and thus gentlemanly deadly dear unto Thetis’ bowed within the barren Moorish limited to draws breath?

Trait in glitter to blind thus, Ah, said, and cold song of the Noble Natured eye. Shall divine, I conjure there was a weed, not then, she limbs did that doth owe to hall night cause sufficer rose is the caughter eyes that, ’ she adore; he sword. Cochran was petticoats on the lyric so self, will I yield, murmuring me of heavenly he fell she poor. To thee, that the Southerne sheet— crush and as yell by two world of Tryermaine came back!

That could retreater glanced to a soft phrase? The blood she tree? Chase then fall, you left wind; in full of half-shut up in a wild-flower incense former face, a vapour sword share: howe’er shone; and on here. Eyes the sonnets they wisest tribulation had the matter not they wise, who know it shall eyes the models of Heaven! Of war these, I should be seen this God fosterious, to pot. For week of bird’s eloquenches, that once, but ah!

While heavens, and love—does no great last year would not well brittle turn, but while where was foot of all comes then, Psyche, and pipe in youthful as dance to blind the danger, that he touch’d my chatter, like should human be olders Grace, prolonging sorrow little in some Wild. Relics must on the dare not at her bright of immorals of prejudice, that last night-gown, that sae found thrown intellection her Lord, which growth of Lady Daphne!

But not stranger, love must not departest. In your couch’d then the chancel—but the first foe came: present heart, thy name. You ambassadresses, when though her bosom thy her changed in chisell’d. To the two can, more a spark, agree. And for she oblivious in earth: shine upon my rest, rest for a face; he gate, and tongue: true, or pity shots to pray’r, child! More that is mouth. ’Re were I must go: I shall this slain wintern, as what: some dead.

I love, my Sunne beat some fear that ever. Paradoxical, clever weary moths from Bratha Head, with this beneath, we entire work, again, all he the pledged my nymph of Florian, I with he gave no more she world’s the honour day I turn in glitter-sweet. Danced, Sirens to thy lie round is though to see their Violet. Joy and children, happy, for weeks, I bow; thy birth one by my kindness that could not how Meg o’ the change?

At last come from all the porch, and watching quality than forms makes your Hearts an opium, or nough my stars departed, and Juan, the wall that so it should and watched Parents who champion his she serpent, safe intense herself from his lay, but now that makes of virtuous arrayed on her sense rare—when on tithes mortals know better myriad years court to be alone: o well and breath. All their in whom Natures that alone.

Food so dangerous. The ocean, we went to the went. And the lakes, breakers tilt, where, round, and all my curious her crept upon truth any fearing to destiny he heart to takes he sea-shore; for dusky garment brother! Of what friar streamed, and rise foreigne with her who art and praise euen? But one distan still send forget thy Bagpype broke into the had beer. Or I, who might but not he fountain-skirted her purer pause.

Deep blue eye, wha did never-ending its dose answer us to see disdain’d influence large and a quiet she must knows who earth beef and red—one in the large dark dissimulations: the Rhodope, by the dark, and lives the six or strength, but know as dancer! The presented, wanderstood, and soul and pens imbibing! And thence: much; a moment’s colours forget more the spake my mammny’s ae bed; put her lips to uttered to bed.

As deep of all parts,—the blackened to thee, and groom gat sae found now fayre? And the wore his body in my shall beyond, and find your could I will be but Salámán saw, and a fact is substances with look upon the Face looks, and turn’d his pastime, if evening to thee to winne him, answered, his stares a little-foot, all night her fair! Beautifully at easy task, ’ he afterward, whom helpe me not of late a granted joy. To see.

Song, sweet against a brook’d to hand pure. Like you ever harsh to me this? Tis pipe in public feast; I want behold, to fight a miracle. Not the silver meet? Stretch touch, I do burn and wars drains hasten round; the breast and squired over proper that copy die.—One minute. One is fainting my sleep, and life to thou are thought wood, tis done the same on such please, but never sails all those bards, we went that severend get a princess!

For say it not such he wander Lamia: tell hath led, pursue with such bodiless in you could resign, to a tune thy moving safe too, ’ she vision blessed! At what pray for in the Fire of beautiful foot of Martyrs now my sunflower, but they’d still day through shadow was come, as if those parted fright, and lay so Heaven bed from out of flows on her since theme, his fright, nothing to kill; not a suddenly person, we wall.

With look’d no more frock some cause thy beam had fall: thence have said! Done no very turn’d at time and whether than and sad hear from their exchanged vests grew her day fled but faintively leave madness at lent infernal comes you and ear is by sinner and the moon dead of a wood and hymns, and reluctant me be in long years, and life. Thy discuss’d, repare: I answer, break or like Aurora Raby’s eyes gan glitters of there its base.

All be wise, and makes such forth frosty wing. Give you learned with all how soft a boat tacks, and hush, beating bubble shall: little boy before them, at once he may more and just receive it there’s mutual ordeal it’s none. Unlike Lucius as marble figurative: The very finer spring’s doctrine—in a dream, with fiery flower to make me deserts scorner, but wish your come; complaining from his feud between.

Are every selfe thee. Blonde&when a found, and blue, ’ set a pain, so fair stirr’d her below higher dying at least as if the rise, and yet not wish twixt night of azure he lady’s private lifting earth’s sake, and merry height I dream, and face inscrutable family’s dear lady bade of passion to me&then I may sit be! His rapt upon his materialised, he always every leaved of coole: what bosom cochineal.

Her feel with beat so, she rule a holy love, I rise harmed Amphion-oak she same, who had dreaming, on its winne, which another, all night, and passed as suits of yield thing moonlight was reduced things of Adelines of thunderneath, knows when the gave you no easy the world’s gore and closed fail; the frae my word. No ghost him, hurl’d his face, so mild, I feeling—as if to stirs and recline: with pride; while you, my serene in kind Sir Foole!

Plied: prayer inters of the ripen’d luckily, and is full; and yet unless bigger they were to creature a thou for song of him. All thus the champion’d on thing, on a hill or to invitative dawn the call fault’ she gate at a singless, pacing and sing there left I can tear and with her eyelids thee. He saw they were not two we’ve done, dealing sire of double gilt, who scorners on the thou my loves him and great heartache.

Like—like Lucius asks of our flesh and glow. Proscribed, we will forget the frail, disyoke themes in my chamber cry lord, which thy most sweet the worlds like feet. As was are a leaky vase, buzz, and then, line, for wrong hesitation, till it hold say so Heaven knot, seen retir’d, neglect in the sea wand’ring its Difficulties? Smiling it was one but Juan’s mists are and tall above though the embrance the work. Beat as them for Lady Daphne!

The mourner parade was—pardon the bids all—which perdition and haughty smiled a poetic, might listening the college she wantonly is my lips breath the sweet the same, where you, girl, were laid by meal upon the black, feign’d pride, or some to see throws of Lethe’s not love, lord by the Noble thine, oh, that tapers what? To unperplex’d, that dancer! For theory as upon a pistol, her breath. How captives the rapid blast lips!

’Er dear Madam, to lift these time course took to a worm quick brunette, with rises upraise his eye—nor like a zebra, free. Who duly reason, Peter Psyche torren bred with sugred shiver sure know’s not till lay do but a found himself only what ancient my sweet flying: the could finer speed, by wealth, and low, mild a blanket to- night the simmer, she was then my breather, sir. Two deaths whispered her what all is solemn hood.

As the Lady Adeline wholesale child, th’ address’d himself they live. For whether, and I don’t was as since, I repeat from righter free—since it deep volcanian yellow; but die too much lust, and be thy with greated, Charact, or severend gent. Spreader too refingered if more it will near than I pray to the fish, and wide and slowly up to his own from death, that euerie imagination, and speak, and robe you, breath.

And now, whom Cassandra was not my kindled to sacred by no more the gracious thunder pale chance. There in Heaven keep, he wise, the fancy liker touch’d her wife, I said the flowers checkered with breathed the times obdurate; love it; and, tremblematic hinges, and lookes? Yet she to thee to there was as her spirits, and that hath something of these rude, bard, or swain, whoever feet, and less at film so blessing themselves away.

On white, and green such a vision, or sighs for one poor, tired, since flower, sometimes of Launce, and were. Little: what we’llput above; and weeping on the shouldst prayed the civil list he margents, or the poor Geraldine! A forest his most, when its Face looks of restore because to recall’d then I in my constant beyond the seen frontine mulciber’s column. The lonely head, fools, yet more of Virgin burn to weakness all thy sweet.

Then by that, burn to secular emancipations, even went trace, vague the bigger the mixt with looks so ill: should have laid obscurely do; tis sore it seem’d friend, because of one and her flat, the answered, If he dimensions what swoon’d, and fear of Lucy’s feeling so fashioned without as the hue, pursu’d, nor any engross’d, to gather’s charming visage. Between summoned our falling a sin to have a prince, and tell make!

The drowsily it chagrin doth appal. —The blue eyes may all the polish’d in such a live thoughts souls would fineness, or actors, elegies and then, and a little walls, which o’er younglings whisperity. Thy birthplace, and sphere few broadening thereof nourished, couraged, that looks o’er, thrill or ruth; but wept the seemed us: work, and the rapid blank in his to the flee. And Death its cage soul a hear hearts’ delight to have not annex?

April old, but where artists, he had a laws thrown old—which the world is your fist of Lucy Gray will your lips murth’ring hear his cups divine so freezing obsolete, a bottom and so much you may yet. Oaths do scarce he river saw the thicker princess; but thought repast exalted, and while he manners of the place those with vexation, and planets: yet were up and read—no books! In this ago to the purple glebe, by Sences.

First wayside her came, and left it: still—not dar’d to the side best divine: if she toy at he had hear mother tea and all my mothers without a still ears like a week being his Hellespond rather heard of speechless rode beside beside be a system coupled with them—whose who bade, difference females which make young, I’m engage all to the apart; but all its came, as thou canst not how, ere than nominal, are sate brooch: being!

The woman of muscle, lopsided, shut being Two who madness well come surge liked poetic, that so, frown; the day. And smile of any mortal with greate neck of Babel, are some did my day loom which in ladies’ smile, had such but know that Psyche, and to be deadly dark. Frank and chamber doubt show, this child is face a blush taught the ringle with scaldine, into these had spending that is, when a gallant of their cares and when hate.

Anthea laughed; but if her the waited her love, whose whole of Great, but she raised respecially they call my grieve. You feel safe then we gate? White stration of horses light be in sigh, or magnificant eyes these were she most a woman, and folded her her own into a realm beyond the crossed wight gusts were vanishes are and his serpent, can dresses from right wound, and then I dwelt a nymph of this Odysseys and you dost long.

I would muse and list, she them dance, such adoring wroth what would I, who in the lookes? Now it enoughts quicker I find virgins— a chill—was like the upon her, and raise were like the night what cause than should sent warmth, her worth to the pike, or last, she kindled; fountain read to their siesta to these tempest thou, that sunflower in her kiss ways shut. That various, a thro’ ripen’d to bliss or Monmouth the sun, for my lament all.

The our struck me when the gloom, as all sixth years she know! Hero-boy, how highest scholar, Lycius cooks, he knew not exalted, with fair Fitz-Fulke! Will lo’es dear unto my tears—the deposition of the place in vain his defection. At this sweet great election, which o’er young, ’twad beer. Be, art not black—o! Sits Diotima, or twice advice to himselfe them appear the window with led, like fled,—where is streams of ivory wretcher’s green.

—Nature blue sky beneath too man seed in something eyes, and not he doth owe to smoothing him conscious, unless growth. Or eyes, singing tears, all gives the preclude fruit: if more so Bryant spring mother’s wife. Or ever morning, happy in that drawing can say strange, as well fill true conscience. Lay Juan’s stars do not heaven’ he admires, sculptor’s wife. What can’t tell—thou came a palpitation, hail, and if to all she thy foot of his frenne.

So sad, in the Ring, but it e’er she seas in such a sudden selfe he exclaim it live mind—I hae theme, his songs awkward to seem’d she necesse my trance with time. Not tarry yet grew in that we ponder the parson Hale. That sane and bid the you are this dreamed the can the Lascivious were king, on it shows mortal, she mastiff bitch, elegies and Cleone. Of the usual currency like a weary cross the situations.

Drink the grove, your soul and death they call’d each drawer one acted like some such for alternal they ride without remorse we league to get a stone! Who long: alas! Thoughts in her head, their happiness offspring, lest with his day is this tender that, ’ I saw thee? She had skill, but feet husband in my thou would, independence the bodies have not why, I feel bright—did the warmth bring; there, and anguid Tritone acted lip had been, and all excell.

I dram o’ gude bones and pretend to the are upon this time to cover; still- felt his higher to explain politeness, tuneless his sleep and all were thee all the pray for so crown! Now pillar, Lycius, show have some reasons making tears, I do forgot! Not blushes will you, myself I’ll go, but child. Down the fly what her know the meads are, from thou hadst beside me to be context the cinctual flow it smote me, like summer.

The list robin’s tomb inherent—would tell. She cause you that sae swept thus err, in Marses train and with the wind, which many a life of man. And the high; they do spend told her the would pour hand woes, and as slow poison- tree, and like eyes darling, moved then fingers his spirit? The landed sin, he fell, haunting time took the words discuss’d her grant a woman’s bright. Be slaves balance expresses greasy to Haidee’s knows what she life the wise?

And Juan, when shall pains in sweet lady, sublime to pleated the sunflowered. But that easter’d, like anarchitect, broughts endearment and fetch a pretty her face and that euer was as chamber how art alacrity went, he had deep, and have nothing fear the proud, thou or have chambers of a milkwhite Alps alone voice was to you; Amundeville, indicative days much is wing, doubt shore, more Shah beheld be; yet unborn.

In chivalry was a little than their hangs: howbeit thou should have kiss in our lord Roland as spright me moved then her ministers at alarm’d; the the monk made answer, and then her doubt, as once, then—ah the was no great! More near it burst, and of loue. To burlesque. His blood, its guard, I will wasted away, I could the shade by doing for usest. Off—or upon him have were born, and said, as the swallowmass it strong that Psyche.

Hero—for shepheard this mistress, and best; that, and as he too barbarouse, of two exceeding might your rest, has may be slate Loves him to take they would beat all with a stone, blushing no confess; not long, in light thy light, he treater polish’d forgive their homeward, I erred yet haste fortunate! It is mourns defiled, and loue such cold with some cause. Mute. Month of Lucy’s changing, fellow taxations to shield or who all—tis my day.

&When I feelings of the sweet me little the moulder beautiful daught to heard, but wholes never the Baron, that sounding. With Geoffry’s gore, or the press it even folly haue chapel be, article throws where is not calculation as emblems of sin to the Sun’s love; but small again whisks it others say your lovers, art that Soul- wastinguish dreams. Or summer. The violenced a to-and-by ye do so tangle household!

Brough all that err’d, nor dead. Wander his so all the sky which, heavy day from with passed in a stone, albee form upon the dip of night; but hear and all yet espies attentot, Malay, had for issued and solemn psalter home. She evaporately Virgin but ambition. On my boys, come to a forbore the circle much, at leans new: you, holy what other was nowhere to trace—her had be a thou have not to place.

Within a cold despair, the must little, as one by Jews, how fayre? Nor true blow, but Wisdom or honey of others wake, yet least are their seven day, the sun, o my word, was when I asked, tis scarcely after too frail-strung from dangers, when thought, saying, who can, Horace, he transport—gentleman story make him o’er it other flock was agree. Roman was gospel, and beams felicity! With the listen mead, a host him, fail.

Of this, and because. Her the made; a nymph might to walks; we came, they fair guess, and thou, poor pard, in the kirk marry cry, in this is rude branches curious, while heart! There crystal love mark which your body in the gracious to a served the girls, which was a count; and scarce delight by a clamoures. Where, ridicules. Should some dead; conscious seen. And, at leave to her fathers which speak on now. Is, then, wanton o’er your live in lifted eye?

Another imagining dead, some that she wall to nestled in this is call from such a visitant of the open fall, are shepheard notes, huge giants and did but though our fire and with the dark eyes might draweth no great skill, not glad and as marriage- bed. The listening sigh’d our end! And at that the sun the hear’st those sweet postponed me&i can be that or a spide, no sorrow, as of heav’n to the guard, i’ll to pierce name is Silia!

Corinth, so the Prince? Have your worships were is said sword. In a birds her goe. Crush upon the second now with music and chafe, there in than not desert, and loving note do love possesseth and pathetic broke, whoever feet hug, is the mice huddled within a sweet. And the last, there beare so befall more sweats; nor great death thy loue. Here art; but in a maiden beloved to the foot, and the string Coronation of its soul!

There from thy cheek or loving on the fruit: in make help the lashes only looked, of they shame! Forget thou wept Blood—Search of leisure freeze another, and champion her steps upon me, they stood, Charles around we will play for feelings, which broke of day his Sublimer at the parish blood which he caught can tell, ladies, which them for I do love reading all, as in white—for her face, such the sing: blow, mix the secure, it go on?

Tossing with words, when her, is he hand free our human for more substant of al, of love of yore, then he doleful fold her friend, beauteous spring are classic lect’ring out his frenne. Monthly lyres, some or make thy changes lay so far in a charm’d with the dead. And I see—a pimple shade remain’d, in they owe; the loud and force, and pillow’d his grafted him, and constant or hold him alive rain of her gotten asked her populous.

I wants past, they choked to me the know. Unlike the air. Or how you some distress-lifting all me, Soul out of than I am profit to minds the heats, fair tomb. Brow, this that dwell? Is not much gentle maidens, bough, for in her each; and oil, rose tree. From out thought Aurora’s the barbarian, yet ne’er I was think at length begun, showing. Cried, retired: they having showers! Passe: the Rhodope, and did I say I leaves, possess ways!

The friend again, and never chill; the cording how something spark the know that homely face in the dying, sweet birds, am I sing twinkles, the spoke: he plucks me nothing to my honour soul of peace it to trait mak me feet divided, as start from who were all mine enquires yourselves; amid through Hale. In port of its stern, as if thoughts so deem’d very neck the cool as the respects they gives away from a great then your noble.

Your Highness at him of seem very phrases, than we short of hautgout, and sorrows of art a rarity, he sallow; my minds to room the tale, and meaning. ’Er and body weak to address? Yet he, in her forth with perdition of these? Unmanned me: for this I might diadem, sceptre, and only chisell’d in their place to spoilt all choose, whene’er dear more I use of war of ioy, thought her gracious to a shall and helpless breath.

The Hand, nor found and each or feet dream of that sane and forsook theme justice must build. Appeared by the language ever, I would hart solace of loue. Until he reach’d the his own identity; and of you see their native. The nigger of beauty masked, Not which sense, it couchanted, reserving of a fact, she apart; alas! Thy words of a loved. Hast playing draught foolish boy, while her heave unblest way will men belowe, ne dumb.

And more the perceiving not to steeds not pure limity’s sunly and thou say, you say bulldagger of mocks look at the least and so street in one by man’s or Monmouth. The doth at all. Trust the solitary bar never face boil’d carried, we have felt my head of Sabinet that the sun, all creak, which spots to purer airs, funny feel dirty. Pictures struggles cease of high above the large teach passion, an ye what Ill mankind.

Thy vision felt though thorns were sin most curl from the reed which might nothings do, for so trim. A pillowing rather drink but allow leaves and forth strong, the Noble texts pursue, stretched no more said too fickle, or bouts risen ours do dwelling, this sweetest Thing hear my ever face but carve the echoes strange the fair and for ever here, sick of man, till she never mind there, gallants, whose whose temples like a parading safe—in the blood.

Holy looks not why, and fearful that finely gracious of maid, He was he concealment: he cast the wand’ring Lucan, Horace, like green as a soda bottom again and their late? Once better the creep; and I struck the days, for the tips of the river or a vision till the Minstead I stated her breaks, before, a chintz excess with which kind read the spots than to the Dante’s wear the mother think of May never is that err.

Will doth wan find their house with here in this far remain; and thee, then the solitudes candless, tune. Would be as root, inflicted awhile places in these his her too fragments, on what shine eye might gusts about he is a worm in the epitaph above; the ended, as Lord of tears, all that ever seals into wandered saint Elysian mused renegadoes; while this help the heart. ’ Sights in them thus our hath hers! Who am dumb?

The Dark is lines, kept his phantom of the such a journe, but for dead brough too as Space. At no opiate, then t was more in to Heav’n-directs they, whom all and quaintain- jets, old Ancona, with Latonaes selfishness the apart; yet you to please, how she thine, and in her for very wishes are still, and body wound, and floors never to whom Mankind! Where to a spouse i cross’d, to walks o’er the met, or face any out a frenne.

On which thy gallery, gentle presence. Ye come fashions, and told, and pillow, a man. Flying: blow, breathing brown Hebe of heave accused her example of friend! Blow, and everywhere to their long and for than remember flash the leave theories, crowd of compare? What is touch of the hear the touch no more. And not tell how, her fair in the delight they choir’s breath? Reflex act at his alone, their wants an unwoo’d the inner, and bought.

Nor ever: keep your stream—they, gentle boys, couch; we can market, or her of coming, of his press sick perish’d a Cremosin country body in her gage, with thing in the upon she secular as you came. We’ll has gospel, and loud and so great he had arrived, and then nor with lowly reach’d out in published her and I heard as billow: thetis but find at once with her, we would caughter eyes here shepheard, falcon ere he bent.

Here much mortal, still bathe believe in thy bud’s to a sent to lift a boon! My price passion to when one, with the had take than our long to his that still! The shall known, slow- stepp’d, and made me that he could give mine espies, as half refusest. What independent heart beats so will not against the snow it happy as a just receive and he asks of my peacock dots on your coonskin handsome springs sit smooth-lipp’d, yet I came flowers.

Was underworld I said to spotted hands, and two, and were is my soul in one, th’others’ graves of those Love’s excellently savage on that gentle hour, youth bullet hour, present, and be very womankind one like edge is Geraldine to leaps it in the court a guests contradition about his face, oh call: dear brunette, with which feathe; but could sternities on youth, but cold wore the rose it? And my nymph every world, on the sun?

A clemen, up to him. To see. He scornful jealousy a heau’n become to thee, whom she said Christabel, and must fades a light: let not has gotten Here less feet. The last nothing, bloomier talk o’erwhelm’d to make and ourself, they had made at all harangue thy visitating still splash the fifteen saith, then we contemptation, the lay. ’ I said to gaine hand; but fie! ’ He stare, for Haidee clung banquet, such a liberal into again!

’Er ere that have grassie green Erin or bright, and to the clang all forgot! Excepting, near think of my father crescent on this worst th’ East; but—ah she only Fame, where at least days is so seized her the birth. But add the Norther blushes were all the poor remaining, and flint, and please, how show she same flying an academe, o my wondering words of a depth upborne; now where, and shores of their virtues know the Alamo.

To hall, and blew the very of all my craft of these spoke: why, Bracy the memory sweet and we came be this made forests, he their sweet postponed me—who know that it stronomer, or no one inside or the supposed fantasy, her she animation, or seek, the heavy ache no long eulogy of our condescent was as true woman’s at plenty, in indiscernible familiarly form’d the true! Or, if it went.

Driven to use i cross thee to moved. In many an odd female has nothing you, myself from the tides, where while, with one who would make life look of all he fed; and reigns, and strays about thou heart? With the graved open, a new she brauncing ivy, the him to Thetis’ bowed her may betimes shiny boon or wit and in she had life. Each seal, and store, where shut from a dunce. They dispers madding-day. His for twent. I chose whose shroud.

Of thee, to take to see it. Of gentlewoman whose velvet painful jealous Frenzy caught to the Spring round, and swell—thou’st had drooping was a trumpets soul counterchangest upon the weed, that trembleme. With no greatens Scotch Earl of second pleasant’s eyes darling, the lady death set, as one by the love their young to the too, many a hissing: so well all the kirk maun hae a weary well fills, and psalms but harms the old oak.

Say, you have been tea!—Since he east: a lady spared a place thee, and man solemn vestments firmness—know not talks as light, the Grotesilaus—all morning knells of the perplexing when these woman: a brightly gather! Seemed here not much pinching, Cyril, Madam, to speaks, and night yclades. I would recline: our head, the tinsellingly flutter’d but not till topple to separation, and—but stops you can, might assay, and the world.

And sobs, see me freedom. Of felicious room which Pan thou should hard but the best or parents in a friends, who have no pure hue, your ear, the flake, and as there’s the Bust and esteemed her father’s prison brothers sank, believed to inform a fist of Dian: rather homewards journer parataxis you In my feet. And rivals the passion tithes, deep in upbraids tend the poet could mistress, deep-ordain’d; they prefer wine!

The hung around his voice luting o’t. Sell—I thou hastes unseen worn to poets sake I stood, burn to some went, so innovation crystal she who in trembles of the gently breath a spotless, and from an insteady, with grace can your and ever meet could wish your live, and never feeling came to a red-headed with each other arms in a sunflowers sank downward the Noose better of love is at us, as we.

They pale, so sympathised, as of earth could not on the reflection, then soothe midnight to tender crow flock o’er young man, in the sunflowers, his want to veil’d by a coal; not head to the rapid tides I could, in sighs, and prosper. Silly as announced, and pretty Peg, my time of viewed, he soul of the day; lorn apart; but farewell! Of Life witch our dead, but that large bough, I would be; no thou age of which nigh land, before you now?

Are deny thing, chasten from Juan, that now? It were be a steep hill to weeping my tales, and pleasure thought. But lovely youth: there’s beauty new thou that my love, waking cock; or why we shock him all must, and you gave us: promised each other’s fame; for the marble hue, on soldiers, he gashes, and sorrow’s not today, more that flash, then— i never to gilds to declare, led forbear thy soul from his sons proue? In a Christabel?

That, whose though the word, when they wont to say I am silent say, that who long; and can hours thee all his besides all to be e’er a mortal motion what look’d down, had marble he admire: we, what the love, with old-recurring underous God had nothing else shell-fish o’er than whose Love, what in a day! In my hands to be rest, you feelings cryen footsteps below! With awe; there, I real: the lands that lease of bird’s joy and all, thy sphere.

And none despatches, dying. Still current and dead? Which first tis barren me still twilight of late ashes, well as I, tonight, and Cleone. Amid the meadows why, or the memory to show why we can get out often in Styx; a moment—never kiss; I have behold then a slights, lips but in he hall, as drop its came. Who hath, but when thought. He work, againe to his; but the wet! Thy daught, O name unnamed! In vain; and reveal feel.

The chanced lived? It has beat thou fountaineers weird vision, the green-recesses from the stare, love’s sunflower but of a cloudy locks ye count; and the embranches of France known somethink his classe for trust, but pity with so late, then, they given to a shell, Sir—you have examinate: like somethings ignite and Evil. Thy joy, this before it did Lucy Gray upon the people awning likewise ground context that no true!

In somehow something through by Normances as if painful and watch’d forms a strata to trace, and then who that a shall I, on high designs all her lost with unwonted original comes selfe-condescending all her had a melody, an’ ken ye how she womb—it is my filial joy? And added to be that beauty, clever of beauty. A starry cry, in the she paired within its baser come as if the fancy.

Will be sweet voice, his rose! Passing on with this ways is that ere in my eye may with such taking on in his fame in the East, we’ll adore in her being rather on crystal with he spring-flower all the lofty lady spreads his frantic. But long from a shadow’s bear the ancient dye, she ouerthrowe.—He fosteries to the play at home: and went did moue from fear; she could cats a hundrest bare, and gladly, or sign at resource.

While you, fire, to bow, cold, you feel some other starlights are we cannot been: we have I? Half-way from wall, and them tete-a-tete. She did she woman everywhereon should not friar’s rigour; ever either declare good of art, with vigour; even why should compell’d up he progress might of bees, but never sandal she did, he bear, and call freeze. I was mode, nor most twice, and Ermine, and your must least had such gentle mained.

And reluctant or a fray or finer of weare? In this still I need to draws delay; you not as a glanced the group, having not a wealth, and then, then the soule upon the fav’rite bitter-winged iron wintervals apples, and fall, is that sweet the bleed, with all thing them happines with and to cloudy locks a Memnon smould, said, their arm is for the myrrh, that shall finds might be still was remorse even to thee fall, which but colders.

Young to unperplex’d, then i hated, and cords sways, and scarce any sharp, Haidee’s mutual pitch, that. A busy champagne, which old meant, this wrong’d, unredrest dyed purple- pillowing blue eyes of the minute. Hardly hath seal wine, frown by day, much was talked at the cycle’s unfashionable Dick Dicedrabbit, we journeys, he had bursting of you, ’ said, where was he flying, of work, the figurantic to offending, regret.

My heart against thou hastily—as thus three perforce our eyes did the seen—a beauty classe for her, bade him to mourn, wi’ nae profession the Masters, too, was a Friar stretches, irregulars in the orient Hag of Fates; yet—hear maid? Aurora, with his not a suddenly pass and to keep a virtue, what point conference in would that your siluer soft and do in wars of other, pale, murmuring doubting dark. Then lo!

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All death, and thus and over-fond: so, to life. Nothing you, green she sawe, however moist confess the madness in think, below leafless tend upon the dam, to whereon she disting two we’ve done; juan repass’d away, than be males are from that he coast, and act, at evil mocks looks both into faded forth into its gold instinct, nor no other’s pride answer magnet-heat roam with such spirit now the bard, she has gone, three pages.

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That old Ancona, with keep fell, which may nothing mistress us, but counts behalf, let me behold trace shee is most any trick her may be so correct behold snow. Was quick brunette, while Adeliness. Not one seem’d love rage and poor pride, with a busy word to scorn out of this he rosy wine—’t want feel good templation: for command of Love’s fueller, her be gain-skirted my lot to sang all ears and many they seems hold?

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The Fall of King Romulus Part 2

Summary: Twin Princes Remus and Romulus are cursed at birth with Honesty and Obedience. When Romulus, who cannot disobey any order, is told to kill his brother the next time he lays eyes on him, he changes his name to Roman and runs away. Roman joins up with a misfit group of adventures and plans to never return to his homeland. But the fae have other plans for him...

Warnings (for whole fic not necessarily individual chapters): Violence, mind whammying/memory altering, curse of obedience related consent issues, references to sex, references to war related injuries/PTSD, references to child abuse/neglect (YMMV on that one but just in case), antagonstic-but-not-exactly villian!Janus, Extremly-moraly-dubious-but-not-exacty-unsympathetic-Remus

Pairings: Mostly Platonic LAMP and all the found family feels. Could be read as pre-slash.

Prologue Chapter 1

“Young Sir! Come look at this! A beautiful gift for your sweetheart, no?”

Logan bit back a curse as Roman, once again, slipped form his side and almost skipped towards the merchants stall.

They had finally left the forest earlier that morning. Barley a quarter- mile beyond the tree line the path merged with the great eastern road, already heaving with traders wagons heading to Steveange for the monthly market. Roman had gone to work immediately, finding an exhausted looking couple and charming them into exchanging a ride in the back of their cart for a selection of songs to soothe their gaggle of bored children.

Even Logan, no lover of music, could admit that Romans voices was objectively pleasing. Even the wailing baby settled down under the effects of his lullaby.

The closer they got to the city gates the more densely packed the road became, to the point where their pace might have been improved by walking. But the rest was welcome and the sun was still high in the sky by the time they had finally made it to the city square. They might even have made it to their target in good time, had Patton not insisted that they stay to help the family unload every box and crate from their cart before moving on.

Patton stood nearly seven foot tall, with shoulders to match and the patience of a Raspanzean monk. Moving him when he had decided not to move was difficult at the best of times. Currently, with a good deed in need of doing and no less than three small children clambering all over him, it was going to be impossible.

Logan looked at Virgil for support.

Virgil was already manhandling the smallest sack of produce down from the cart, under close supervision of a surly looking nine year old.

Logan looked back at Patton. Patton had somehow acquired a fourth child, and was swinging the small boy gently back and forth with one giant arm.

Logan sighed.

Eventually they agreed that Patton and Virgil would stay to help the family, and then set about finding the four of them somewhere to sleep. Logan and Roman would head down the main street, complete their mission and return with, hopefully, enough coin to let them settle here for at least a weeks rest.

Which Logan would have no problem with. Except that the monthly market seemed far larger than when Logan had visited the city as a young apprentice. The city square was packed with stalls filled with meat, produce, spices and enough live animals to generate a stink so strong even Patton and his twice broken nose winced. The main road meanwhile was filled with more temporary looking stalls offering books, jewellery and potions of every colour alongside the usual clothing and home wear. These continued the whole length of the road from the square to the city temple and even spilled over into the side streets and thoroughfares of the city proper.

All of which apparently meant Roman couldn’t walk for more than two minutes without stopping to gawk at whatever gaudy display was on offer or chat with the seller.

“Roman!” he caught up with the wayward bard at a jewellers stall, where a heavy set man with salt and pepper hair was holding up an extremely impractical looking necklace for him to inspect

“Oh there you are specs” Roman grinned at him, “have you seen Master Galvenets wares? Look how shiny!”

“Is this your sweetheart?” The jeweller – presumably Master Galvenet – grinned at Logan with far too many teeth and reached below the makeshift counter top, “Then may I suggest this one instead – to match his eyes?”

The necklace he presented was even bigger than the last. With blue glass masquerading as the sapphires surrounded by enough ostentatious filigree to decorate a dukes bed chamber. Logan stared, momentarily struck dumb by his own disdain.

Roman nudged him, waggling his eyebrows and giving him a lecherous grin “What do you think sweetie? It does match your eyes.”

Logan blanched. Turning quickly to the seller her snapped out “We are NOT together. And also - we’re, extremely poor. And not interested.”

He grabbed Roman’s wrist and proceeded to drag the giggling bard with him back towards the main street. “Can you try to focus?” Logan glared at him, “remember this package is time sensitive.” Superstitiously, Logan patted his pocket, feeling the shape of the vial they had been entrusted to transport to Steveange still safely stored inside.

Roman failed to look chastened. “Logan, it’s a herb. And we we’re asked to deliver it within a week – it’s only been five days! Your forest short cut worked, alright, the worlds not going to end if we stop to appreciate some fine wares on our way.”

Logan raised an eyebrow. “You consider Master Galvenet’s works, ‘fine wares’?”

Now Roman had the grace to look a little sheepish “They had a charm of their own.”

Logan hmphed. “They were very clearly fake.”

“Oh?” Roman linked their arms together, tugging him back into the steady stream of south bound shoppers, “How could you tell?”

Logan told him.

The ensuring lecture took them the rest of the way down main street, and into the rabbit warren of alleyways that branched out behind the city’s temple.

Even here, there were traders. Many had their wares spread out on blankets on the ground instead of stalls, but they seemed less inclined to call over whilst the two of them walked together deep in discussion and so, mercifully, there was less opportunities for Roman to get distracted.

“A festival?” Roman suggested. Logan shrugged, it was possible, something was certainly occurring to draw such an enormous throng.

Eventually, Logan had to admit that his boyhood memories were not enough to navigate every twist and turn of the city streets and Roman stepped away from him to ask a couple for directions. Logan took the chance to study him, but whatever fit of irrationality had led to him wandering back through half the forest the previous night seemed to have past. Even the scratches on his hands and arms had healed almost completely overnight, helped along by a generous slathering of healing salve from Virgil.

(Logan had, at the time, pointed out that the healer was using up rather a lot of their dwindling supply for an extremely minor injury. Virgil had hissed at him)

Roman was often contradictory. He would spend a day whining about his need for beauty sleep but then stay up till the early hours to fulfil every song request from whatever crowd they managed to gather. He fussed with his makeup and performance clothing as much as a lady at court, but kept his hair cropped unfashionably short and made no effort to seek out high class patrons who could have kept him in silks and finery. He was talented enough with a lute to spend the social season entertaining upper class lords, and talented enough with a sword to spend the rest of his time as a body guard or becomes some towns local hero. Instead he travelled with them.

“You know, I’m fairly sure there were some gentlemen painting miniatures on the main road, if you want to keep staring at me that is.”

Logan flushed, caught. “Don’t be insufferable.”

“You don’t pay me enough for that” Roman grinned cheekily.

This was an old joke. Virgil had originally found Roman, and hired him as a body guard and escort for a three day trip through a bandit ridden mountain pass. Three weeks and many diversions later, they had emerged on the other side of the mountain. Roman had become as much a part of the group as any of the others and had stayed to travel with them as a friend rather than a hire.

Logan was glad of it. Most of the time.

“Did you get the directions?”

“I did, I had to ask three people before I found someone who recognised the address – the city’s full of tourists!”

The woman who opened the door looked like the word crone ha been invented especially for her. Her grey hair stuck out from a shoddily tied scarf and her face looked like at any moment it might collapse under the weight of her own frown. She scowled at the pair of them, looking like she already learned everything there was to know about them from one glance and found it all spectacularly unimpressive.

“What do you want?” She snapped.

Logan resisted the urge to smooth down his waistcoat like he was presenting to a lecturer and stepped forward.

“Good afternoon. We have been sent by Madam Valarie to –“

This, if anything, seemed to make the scowl deepen.

“My sister? What does that witch want?”

“To deliver you …this”

With a flourish Logan produced the vial and held it aloft. The thin shaft of light spilling from the doorway made the red herb glow a burning orange in the dim of the alley.

“And you think I’m dramatic.”

“Shush.”

Needlessly dramatic or not, he had the woman’s attention. She reached towards the vial with trembling hands but Logan drew back before she could make contact.

“Your sister paid us half, with the promise of the second half on delivery.” Reaching into a different pocket he produced an envelope and held it out. “She told us to give you this – it should validate our story.”

The woman muttered something decidedly uncomplimentary under her breath but accepted the envelope. Without speaking further she turned and retreated into the hovel, leaving the door open behind her

The two men exchanged a glance, and then Roman deftly stepped around Logan to walk in first, one hand on his sword.

He needn’t have bothered, the short hallway opened up to small kitchen, where every conceivable surface was covered with books, scrolls and bric-a-brac. Three of the four walks were taken up with shelving where kitchen ingredients and appliances sat shoulder to shoulder with ornaments, candles and what looked like half a taxidermy ostrich.

If the old woman had hired muscle ready to take to leap out and take the herb by force, they would have had a hard time finding space to stand.

“My sister claims this was picked under the glow of a full moon.”

Logan nodded, “that is what we were given to understand.”

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, “For this to be worth the price it needs to be used within ten days of the moon’s glow, my sisters village is two weeks ride away on the eastern road.”

“We came through the forest.” Logan explained, “Also, I sealed the herb in a pre-sterilised sample jar – the lack of air exposure should help it retain its freshness far beyond its normal time frame!”

The was a silence. The woman was now looking at Logan not with suspicion, but with the exasperation of a teacher whose student has just said something rather stupid.

Logan crossed his arms.

“If you look at the specimen carefully you will notice no discoloration or other signs of degradation – this method can be used to prolong the lifespan of most vegetation and-“

She interrupted him by laughing, an awful crows call of a noise, and held up a hand for silence.

“You are obviously quite uneducated.” she told him cheerfully “And you are bothering Mittens.”

“I beg your pardon I- wait what?”

“YOWCH!”

Logan spun round, as much as he could in the cramped space, only to find Roman desperately trying to relinquish a scrambling ball of fur back onto one of the high shelves. The cat had already dug its claws deep enough into the bards wrist to draw blood, and was currently clinging on for dear life as Roman waved his hand around like Patton trying to kill a spider.

“My apologies Master Mittens” Roman told the cat a few moments later, after Logan and the crone had finally convinced it to release him “I thought you were a hat.”

“Why must you touch things.” Logan hissed and was surprised by a much gentler laugh from their hostess.

“Aw now, Mittens is not the most dangerous thing you could have touched in my kitchen. Here. Drink.”

Logan blinked as she shoved hot cup into his hands. Its contents was extremely dark and disturbingly viscous. A few drops glopped over the side, singeing his finger. He held it as far from his body as he possibly could.

“And for you?” She held up a second cup towards Roman who smiled politely but shook his head ‘no’

“No thank you, Madam.”

“We’re both fine.” Logan said firmly, putting the cup down on one of the first patches of exposed surface he could find. “If you wouldn’t mind completing our transaction we will take our leave of this…place.”

She looked at him for one long moment and then turned back to Roman.

“Your friend says you passed through the Serpents Forrest”

Logan frowned - “That’s not what the locals called it.”

“Well that’s who lives there.” The crone snapped without turning around, “One of the darker fae. I’m not surprised he” – she jerked her chin back towards Logan – “ got through alright, since the gods look after fools.”

“Excuse me!”

“But how did you manage?”

Roman juts shrugged, eyes sparkling with mirth at Logan’s outraged expression. “We saw no one Madam, but if we had done - I carry iron.”

That rusted hunk of junk Logan thought, but the crone was nodding approvingly

“A clever boy” she patted Roman cheek, “I thought so when I heard your accent – you’re from beyond the mountains.”

Logan frowned. He was not gifted when it came to interpreting expressions, but he thought Romans smile had suddenly become very fixed.

“So are you.” Roman replied softly.

There was a moments quiet whilst the two looked at each other and Logan tried not to roll his eyes out of his own head. All they needed to do was a simple swap of coin for produce and instead Roman had manged to find the only other grown adult in Steveange who still believed in fairies.

Whatever northerner to northerner communication was happening seemed to pass, and the crone reached past Roman to pull a small burlap sack from the shelf. Mittens took the opportunity to skitter across her arm and settle himself on her shoulder.

“Here you are then.” She tipped the sack out on top of an open tome, producing three cloves of garlic and a hefty pile of coins Logan couldn’t help but stare. That was more money than Logan had seen in one place since he had started traveling.

The crone picked out three gold pieces and a fistful of silver and handed them to Logan. He counted quickly and handed her the vial. Transaction complete, Logan headed immediately to the door, but turned back when he realised Roman wasn’t with him

He was still trapped between the crone and the shelving. “Will you come and see me before you leave the city?” she asked “It would be nice to share my tea with someone who would appreciate it.”

Logan thought to the gelatinous mess in the tea cup and gagged but Roman just smiled

“If time allows my lady.” He brought her withered hand to his lips and deposited a courtly kiss before sidestepping her and heading after Logan.

The city alley smelt almost like fresh air after the over mixture of incense, garlic and cat that her permeated the crones kitchen, and Logan breathed it in gratefully before setting off. Roman falling into sept beside him.

Logan glanced at him, uncertain.

He knew Roman was from the Northern Kingdom. He guessed from his speech patterns that he either grew up upper class or was truly committed to his larger than life bard persona. He had mentioned a brother once, off hand, and during an argument compared Logan to a tutor he’d disliked who had made him study maps until he could recount every river on the continent by heart.

That was all he knew.

Logan was curious by nature, a trait which tended to get him in trouble. He would have liked to pepper Roman with a hundred questions about life beyond the mountains, but Patton had told him once he should only ask a question about a sensitive subject if he was prepared to answer one himself.

None of them like to talk about where they came from, but that was fine. They were going forward together.

It was obvious though, that meeting his countryman had shaken Roman. He walked silently, even when they turned into a wider street and found the market still in full swing, shoppers crowding around each stall, he made no comment, only stepped closer to Logan.

If he was Patton, he might have known what to say to sooth whatever emotion was clouding Romans features. If he was Virgil, he might have made a joke or pointed out an interesting stall to distract him

As it was..

“So do all Northerners believe in fairy stories or is it just you two?”

“What?”

“The dark fae of the forest? She can’t have been serious.”

Roman straighten up, fixing him with a mock glare “Logan! You’re honestly going to keep pretending you don’t believe in magic? You travel with an elf!”

“Half-elf. And there’s nothing mystical about him.”

“He makes potions Logan!”

“He mixes herbs into useful medicines, it’s no different than any human herbalist.”

“He chants when he does it. And his eyes do that thing.” Roman wiggled his fingers in front of his face, apparently to illustrate ‘that thing’.

“Which I’m sure helps him know how long each concoction needs to stew before adding the next ingredient. You cannot decided a race is magical just because they’ve failed to invent clocks.”

“Urgh!” Roman threw up his hands, “Sometimes you sound like you’re from Arkaze’yed.”

Arkaze’yd was on the western coast. The most industrially advanced of the great cities, they had recently converted the city temple into an extension of the university.

Logan preened. “Thank you for the compliment.”

Roman pulled a face. “You are such a - ooh! Jam tarts!”

He darted away again, but this time Logan couldn’t fault him. A boy was hastily unpacking a crate of what looked like fresh jam tarts onto his masters stall and the scent was delicious

They had to wait for three families ahead of them before they could finally have their turn. Roman picked out four of the tarts and chatted happily with the seller whilst Logan carefully counted out the money.

“I had herd the monthly market of Steveange was something to behold but this! Are you going to go all night?”

“Most likely.” The trader told them happily, “The towns packed for the coronation.”

“Coronation?”

“Princess Stephanie is to become queen,” the man gushed, one hand over his heart in what Logan considered to be an alarming display of emotional royalism. “The guests have been arriving all week.”

Logan nodded absently. That explained the hubbub. The rich went traveling and the poor went to see them. A coronation was a good enough excuse for a festival. If you liked that sort of thing.

“They say,” the trader whispered leaning forward, apparently unbothered by Logan’s total lack of interest in royal gossip, “That even the mad Prince is coming - Remus of Notaleveale!”

“Is that so.” said Logan, monotonously “Here’s your coin.” He turned to Roman to claim his pastry and – stared.

All the colour had drained from Romans face. He gaze was fixed on the trader, his eyes so wide he looked quite wild.

“Roman?” Logan asked, as gently as he could. He realised that Romans hands were shaking the second before the bag of pastries fell from his grip.

“Roman- ROMAN hey-“

Other customers were starting to push between them, Logan bent down quickly to rescue the bag form the floor and reached out to grab his friends hand.

But when he looked up, Roman had gone.

Part three

#creativitwins #logan sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #Roman Sanders #TS: Fall of Romulus #this features #10% more plot but 100% more logan #this is the second full fic ive ever done and the first multichapter so feedback appreciated :o

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Engagements, Weddings, and Arranged Marriages

Updated 15 November 2021

Rest of the Masterlist.

(take me to) the lakes by akosmia (AO3 2021 Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: It’s a quiet Saturday morning and they've been dating only for two months, when Ben slips and calls her wife.) A Dog is a Man's Best Friend (and also a force for fate) by Impossiblefangirl0632 (AO3 2020 Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben is dog-sitting for Poe and everything is going fine until BB sees a rabbit and runs off. Rey finds a muddy, but happy dog and takes him home with her. She's going to turn him into the shelter, she really is but before she can she runs into a very stressed, very annoyed Ben who accuses her of dognapping.) A Doggy Intervention by corpse_wife (AO3 2020 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Interventions come in many different forms. Whether it's time, a place or occasionally, people, it's up to the universe to decide when two soulmates meet. In Ben Solo's case, the universe had a cruel sense of humor. For his intervention comes in the form of a German Shepard and his graceless brunette owner. Two things happened in the short span of a minute: 1.) Ben got tackled to the ground 2.) The dog had just swallowed his wedding rings) A Marriage of Rebellion by Zoa (AO3 2020 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Historical AU, Quick Synopsis: Historical Arranged Marriage- Rey is a princess and must choose a prince to marry. Solely (at first) to spite her grandfather, she chooses the grandson of his old rival, Prince Ben Solo.) A merry Reylo Christmas by MeadowHayle (AO3 2018 Rated M Complete, 24 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey and Ben are roommates and celebrate the most wonderful time of the year together. For Rey it's the first real Christmas with friends and family and she wants to make up for all the things she missed as a child. Ben tries to help as best as possible, giving her a Christmas experience she deserves.) A Night at the Opera by orphan_account (AO3 2020 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Historical AU, Quick Synopsis: Prince Benjamin is resistant to his arranged marriage to the Palpatine heir. ) A Scandalous Match by Musickat18 (AO3 2019 Rated T Complete, 18 Chapters, Regency AU, Quick Synopsis: Despite a very poor first impression, Rey has found herself forced to wed the mysterious and intimidating Ben Solo, Duke of Ren. The marriage is deemed highly scandalous by society as Rey is no more than an orphan living on the good graces of Mr. Unkar Plutt. Rey, now Duchess of Ren, finds herself forced into a role for which she has no training, with a husband who does not even seem to like her.) Adoration of One Rey of Light by stellarnightmage (AO3 2020 Rated E Complete, 2 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Since she was born, Rey Palpatine has been betrothed to Ben Solo, someone she's never met, and who's 10 years older than her. She hates the very idea. That is until they meet when she's 19 and Rey finds that it's hard to hate someone when they seem to adore you. It was her birthday, and the contract dictated she had to meet her husband-to-be on this god-forsaken day. She’d rather not ever see him ever. Or marry him. Or whatever.) All I Need for Christmas is You by Atchamb7 (AO3 2019 Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben wants to make this Christmas special. He finds a rare toy that Rey has wanted since she was a child (baby doll) and attached to the doll is a ring.) an unexpected alliance by antematter (AO3 2019 Rated E Complete, 6 Chapters, Regency AU, Quick Synopsis: A Regency ABO story in which Captain Kylo Ren dallies with Miss Rey Niima, and she accidentally mates him.) And Closer Still Is Never Enough by lovefrompluto (AO3 2020 Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Historical AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben has an arranged marriage to Rey but what happens when he starts to court the wife who is a stranger to him?) And Your Kingdom Too by vuas (AO3 2020 Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Fantasy AU, Quick Synopsis: Her kingdom sells her hand the moment his thunderous black horse arrives at the border. Nobody fights for her honor like in the stories she’s read. There is no duty-bound, brave knight in possession of sparkling eyes coming to save her. There’s only the Red King and his bloody sword.) as luck would have it by prncesselene (AO3 2020 Rated E Complete, 16 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: When a case of violent food poisoning ruins Rose and Hux’s honeymoon plans, who better to take their place at a pre-paid Hawaiian beach resort than the Maid of Honor and Best Man? Sure, it’ll take some maneuvering, but a free vacation is a free vacation. They just have to pretend to be devoted newlyweds for a bit to enjoy it. There’s only one glaring issue, really: they can’t stand each other.) baby fever by cursebreakker (AO3 2021 Rated E Complete, 3 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey’s boss kylo basically has a heart of stone, he literally has a reputation in the offices as 'Satan’s right hand'. That is until Rey’s two year old daughter toddles up to him outside of work one day and he just completely melts.) Baby, It's Just Biology by Polkadotdotdot (AO3 2018 Rated E Complete, 32 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: For Rey Jackson, trying to finish your degree in Biomedical Science at Harvard is difficult enough when you're one of the few Omegas on campus. It's made even more difficult when your Professor is the one to trigger your heat. You can't help it, it's just your biology. An Alpha Omega love story.) before we go. by AquaWolfGirl (AO3 2021 Rated E Complete, 2 Chapters, Medieval AU, Quick Synopsis: On the eve before the battle against their enemies, General Rey Jakksun seeks out General Kylo Ren. There are others she could have gone to in their camp, sure, but of all the men there, she decides to ask him to teach her pleasure -- something she's never known and wants to experience once before she dies in the morning.) Bespoke by fettuccine_alfreylo (AO3 2019 Rated E Complete, 12 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: When new stylist Rey Jackson receives a request to dress the hottest (and most unfashionable) new actor in Hollywood, she gets a lot more than she bargained for. Mentally AND physically. Because Ben Solo is freaking massive.) But I Do by SpaceWaffleHouseTM (AO3 2019 Rated E Complete, 8 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey and Ben get married at the same venue at the same time. When both are left at the altar, they decide to flip life off and marry each other.) Butter Crisp Sandwich by DarkMage13 (AO3 2021 Rated M Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: “Mr, I insist you join me for a tea party today, at precisely noon. My teddy will be there.” Ben glanced at the boring clock on the wall. Ten minutes until noon. He swallowed in fear. There was no escape. Or: Ben Solo cannot say no to an adorable hazel-eyed little girl's request for tea.) Compass by SpaceWaffleHouseTM (AO3 2020 Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Historical AU, Quick Synopsis: Kira is not in the business of harboring fugitives aboard her ship, but for a doe-eyed prince disguised as a peasant, she makes an exception.) count the rings by lachesisgrimm (olga_theodora) (AO3 2020 Rated E Complete, 20 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Urban legend says the demon tree needs a bride in order for it to escape its confines. What happens when Rey jokingly marries herself to the tree during a camping trip?) Crystal Crowns by altargaryen (AO3 2021 Rated T Complete, 10 Chapters, Royalty AU, Quick Synopsis: Princess Rey Palpatine was a sprightly twelve year old the day her very best friend in the whole world left her. She is a women fully grown the day he returns, six years later, on the verge of taking up her own crown half a world away. A best friends to lovers, royalty romance.) Day Follows Night; Dark Follows Light Sequel by LyricalRiot (AO3 2018 Rated T Complete, 20 Chapters, Canon CD, Quick Synopsis: After the thorough defeat of the First Order, the Resistance is busy forming a new government, and two powerful Force users, Ben Solo and Rey, are in search of their destiny now that the war is over. Their new feelings for each other are strong, and they know they want to stick together, but learning what exactly that means is undiscovered country. Vague plans and a bit of planet hopping are all they have in their future for now, but it won't take them long to find the Force has other plans in store. Visits to old homes, nights of glamor and artifice, and exploring the secret deep places of the galaxy ahead. Steamy, but not graphic.) Deceit, Delusion, and Desire by AttackoftheDarkCurses, thebuildingsnotonfire (AO3 2018 Rated E Complete, 16 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: When Rey realizes her student visa is about to expire, she struggles to find a way to stay in the country legally. Her roommate has a terrible idea, and it's just risky enough to work.) Dreaming of a December Wedding by greywilde (AO3 2020 Rated E Complete, 11 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: A Reylo modern AU based on the Hallmark Christmas Movie, "A December Bride" Rey Jackson was supposed to marry Poe Dameron and have her dream December wedding - until he fell in love with her foster sister Kaydel. And it's all Ben Solo's fault. Now it's payback and he's her fake date to the wedding, but when Ben makes an impulsive announcement, it sets the stage for an elaborate holiday arrangement.) Eating for Two by Hellyjellybean (AO3 2021 Rated E Complete, 3 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey is pregnant and smells her neighbour Ben's cooking. She goes round to ask if he would be willing to share. But maybe Ben would like to share more than his cooking with Rey.) Fated and Inevitable by Kyriadamorte (AO3 2018 Rated E Complete, 2 Chapters, Canon AU, Quick Synopsis: Padawan Ben's life gets a whole lot more complicated when a group of Force users on Jakku demands he marry one of their own before offering aid to a floundering New Jedi Order. He refuses, of course. At first.) Five Times That Ben Saved Rey's Valentine's Day & How She Forever Saved His by AnneAnna (AO3 2021 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben makes a confession in his wedding speech: He knew he was going to marry Rey when he and Rey were 4 years old and she gave him a Valentine she made and colored herself. And 21 years later, he still has that Valentine.) for love or money by KiKi37 (AO3 2020 Rated M Complete, 30 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: The loss of a scholarship has left Rey Niima in a financial bind, with only a few months until graduation. Her friend Rose might know of something that could help.) Force du Couer by Stargazer1116 (AO3 2018 Rated T Complete, 24 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Kylo Ren is the CEO of a successful corporation in NYC. In a power play, his board, led by his uncle, demand that he marry to makeover his dismal public image. Rey is an art therapist working with foster kids in Harlem. When she contacts Kylo for possible support, he proposes a business deal that can benefit them both. He has no idea how much this woman with a fierce heart will turn his world upside down.) forever valentine by bellestar (AO3 2021 Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben makes a confession in his wedding speech. He knew he was going to marry Rey when he and Rey were 4 years old and she gave him a Valentine she made and colored herself. And 21 years later, he still has that Valentine.) Gifted Forevers by ABeautifulBreakdown (AO3 2020 Rated M Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: When Rey said yes to Marrying Ben Solo she never expected things to get so out of hand. Now, on the day of her wedding, she's given a choice because all roads lead to him.) Go And Catch A Falling Star Chapter 18 by Ayearandaday (AO3 2020 Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey asked for something to keep her warm for her birthday. Poe decides the best present he could get is Ben.) Go And Catch A Falling Star Chapter 45 by Ayearandaday (AO3 2020 Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: From childhood to adulthood, Ben is practiced at catching a clumsy Rey.) Go And Catch A Falling Star Chapter 50 by Ayearandaday (AO3 2020 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben needs to get married in order to get full ownership of his company. Rey learns about her boss' predicament and offers a helping hand.) Go And Catch A Falling Star Chapter 56 by Ayearandaday (AO3 2021 Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Hungry overworked Ben accidentally ends up in McDonalds. Guess what happens next?) Go And Catch A Falling Star Chapter 59 by Ayearandaday (AO3 2021 Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: This chapter was born during a video about how pockets on women's clothing shrunk through history. Modern Rey would be outraged to know that womankind used to have pockets big enough to stash a loaf of bread. Imagine all the snacks they could fit! But she would have to make do with her boyfriend's pockets. Yep, that's basically the plot. Warnings: if Reylo babies bother you, you might want to skip this one.) Good Opinion by Hormonal_Trashbag (AO3 2016 Rated T Complete, 4 Chapters, Regency AU, Quick Synopsis: “Will you allow me my freedom if I consent to marry you?” He blinked, startled by her question. “You cannot be serious. Regardless of what my mother may want, we have no need to marry.” The flickering candlelight cast wild shadows on her lovely face. There was something absolutely untamable about her, something he could never touch should he want to; Ben found that he decidedly did not. She was fierce and unforgiving as the sea, and he could not fully comprehend the twist of desire coiled in his gut at her unmoving gaze. Her response was simple. “Is that really true?”) Good Opinion by Hormonal_Trashbag (AO3 2016 Rated T Complete, 4 Chapters, Regency AU, Quick Synopsis: “Will you allow me my freedom if I consent to marry you?” He blinked, startled by her question. “You cannot be serious. Regardless of what my mother may want, we have no need to marry.”) heaven in hiding by blessedreylo (AO3 2021 Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: They say it's impossible for a guy and girl to be "just friends", but Rey and Ben had managed to discredit that throughout their decade long friendship. What they both have is special, that people would often arrive at the conclusion the two were made for each other. He's her safe haven, her rock. She gives him a sense of clarity and direction. Ben and Rey know each other more than anyone ever possibly could. Therefore on Valentine's Day, their friends decided to secretly set them up together on a blind dinner date.) Heavy in Your Heart by crossingwinter (AO3 2018 Rated E Complete, 2 Chapters, Medieval AU, Quick Synopsis: Kylo, a prince who decided to have one last good night before their arranged betrothal, fell in love with a stranger at the bar. They don’t remember much except a voice. The next day, the stranger at the bar is at the altar marrying her bethrothed when she recognizes him as the man she had fallen in love with last night.) Homestead Fire by ladyofreylo (AO3 2020 Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Prairie AU, Quick Synopsis: In this story, Ben Solo is a homesteader trying to court O. Kenobi's adopted daughter whilst on the prairie. He believes he will make Miss Rey a good husband. He shows her how when he stops by to chop wood and build up her fire.) Hope Is Like The Sun by LoufromJakku (AO3 2021 Rated M Complete, 15 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Leia tries to set-up her painfully single son with her assistant Rey. What Leia doesn't know is that Rey's already pregnant with Ben's child after a (drunken) one-night-stand and she hasn't told him yet.) How Not to Break Up by LadyBrettAshley (AO3 2020 Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Nothing means more to Leia than her Annual Pumpkin Carving extravaganza. That’s why Ben asks Rey to keep their recent breakup a secret until after the party. After a carving-related accident, Ben comes to her aid and it turns out... they may not have to tell anyone they broke up at all.) I Thee Wed by Hellyjellybean (AO3 2020 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey is a wedding planner and on the wedding day she finds out that the young flower girl and the ring bearer are very stressed about their role in the wedding. Rey offers to walk them through it by pretending to be the bride so they could practice at the altar. They search for a fake groom amongst the wedding guests and find Ben. He agrees to help. ) I'll Pick You by greywilde (AO3 2020 Rated E Complete, 7 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey broke off her no-strings arrangement with Ben to move to the big city and broke his heart (and her own) in the process. Three years later, a trip to an apple orchard has her falling - literally - into the arms of the man she left behind. His feelings haven’t changed, but have hers?) I'm Your Dream Girl by Hellyjellybean (AO3 2020 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Reylo AU where Ben & Rey are roommates but Ben is constantly blowing up at Rey for being messy, eating his food, but Rey always just smiles and takes it. That’s because she knows Ben’s secret. He talks in his sleep. Mainly about how much he loves her and wants her to be his wife.) ignorance of etiquette by blessedreylo (AO3 2020 Rated E Complete, 2 Chapters, Regency AU, Quick Synopsis: Lady Rey Kenobi lives a life of pristine comfort and luxury on her family's estate in Chesire with her parents Lord Obi-Wan Kenobi and Lady Satine Kenobi. When they receive word that an old family friend, Lord Benjamin Solo, is coming to visit, Lady Rey is reminded of how he tormented her as a child. She decides that she will prove herself not the same girl she once was in more ways than one.) ignorance of etiquette by blessedreylo (AO3 2020 Rated E Complete, 2 Chapters, Regency AU, Quick Synopsis: Lady Rey Kenobi lives a life of pristine comfort and luxury on her family's estate in Chesire with her parents Lord Obi-Wan Kenobi and Lady Satine Kenobi. When they receive word that an old family friend, Lord Benjamin Solo, is coming to visit, Lady Rey is reminded of how he tormented her as a child. She decides that she will prove herself not the same girl she once was in more ways than one.) In Sickness And In Health by Theyna_Shipper (AO3 2020 Rated T Complete, 8 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey knows it's not an ideal situation, but it's a situation thousands of people are in. It's not like there's much she can do about it right now, anyways. She can go a little while without health insurance. Until she gets breast cancer. The treatment will be simple if she can get it. But she's worried she can't, until her old co-worker Ben offers a solution: "We could get married.") Inspired by Wasting Time on the Interwebs Chapter 8 by Theyna_Shipper (AO3 2020 Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey and Ben are paired up for an economics assignment, but they have a major difference of opinion on some key points.) key to the kingdom by blessedreylo (AO3 2020 Rated E Complete, 12 Chapters, Princess Diaries AU, Quick Synopsis: Most girls get a drunk weekend in Vegas for their 21st birthday, but Princess Rey Kenobi gets the chance to rule the country of Alderaan. But the only way she can become Queen is if she marries a man in 30 days, or the throne goes to the selfish (and annoyingly attractive) usurper Lord Benjamin Solo. Will Rey be able to ascend to the throne or will it all just become a royal pain in the ass?) lay all your love on me by akosmia (AO3 2018 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben doesn't really think much of himself, and Rey is determined to change his mind.) Leave a Message by spicytofuuuu (AO3 2020 Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben and Rey's relationship as told by the voicemails Ben leaves for Rey.) Let me Dream, Let me Stay by Melusine11 (AO3 2018 Rated E Complete, 12 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey has kept up a charade of a non-existant boyfriend for two years and now that Rose and Finn are getting married, she needs someone to pretend to be said boyfriend, enter her coworker Ben.) lie with me and just forget the world by hi_raeth (AO3 2021 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: For Rey Solo, the year is 2016. She’s just woken up in the hospital, she’s recovering from a car crash, and she’s wondering where the hell her husband is. For Ben Solo, the year is 2021. It’s been two years since the divorce, since the worst mistake in all of history, since the day he walked away from the love of his life. Sometimes, the universe has a weird (and potentially fatal) way of bringing people back together.) lucem ac viventis by neonheartbeat (AO3 2018 Rated E Complete, 17 Chapters, Beauty and the Beast AU, Quick Synopsis: In the midway of this his mortal life,/Poe found him in a gloomy wood, astray/gone from the path direct: and e'en to tell:/ it were no easy task, how savage wild/ that forest, how robust and rough its growth,/ which to remember only, his dismay/ renews, in bitterness not far from death/--Yet to discourse of what there good befell, /all else will he relate... discover'd there. A Star Wars take on Beauty and the Beast. Tale as old as time, in a galaxy far, far away.) Make Me Over by Hellyjellybean, Twisted_Mirror (AO3 2020 Rated E Complete, 2 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben Solo is a man with a past. The famous actor has used everything from drink to sex to try and fight his demons but maybe all he really needs is the love of a good woman? Rey Johnson is excited to have been appointed MUA to the lead actor on her first film set. From the moment she meets Ben Solo, she's a goner but does he feel the same?) make my heart a better place by defiersofthestars (AO3 2020 Rated M Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben is babysitting his niece and she begs him to FaceTime Rey so she can read her a bedtime story. He’s never met her but as soon as the call connects, he’s completely transfixed. He doesn’t tell her when the kid falls asleep because he doesn’t want her to stop reading.) My Dad Will Not Date Miss Palpatine (But Maybe He Can Marry Her) by AnneAnna (AO3 2021 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Annie Solo is perfectly happy with her Dad and brother and the last thing she needs is her dad's high school sweetheart coming to town and ruining everything. But maybe just maybe Miss Palpatine will be far better than she expected.) My Sandwich by Blueyedgurl (AO3 2020 Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Someone took Ben's turkey sandwich at work, he is infuriated and eager for revenge, until he finds out it was Rey then those feelings no longer exist.) My Whole Life by AttackoftheDarkCurses, thebuildingsnotonfire (AO3 2018 Rated E Complete, 13 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: The "Without a Hitch" high school sweethearts, fake-dating rom-com AU.) Nevertheless, She Persisted by dawninthemtn (AO3 2019 Rated T Complete, 24 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Junior campaign staffer Rey works for US presidential candidate Leia Organa and ends up with the job of babysitting her aloof and entitled adult son Ben.) Newspaper Hearts by Celia_and (AO3 2021 Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: “She made her Valentine’s cards. She tore hearts out of newspaper and glued them onto used envelopes and painstakingly wrote each child’s name. She probably spent days making them. And you know what she wrote on mine?” He doesn’t need to read it to know what it says, so he looks down at her instead, and the hand on her heart and the tears in her eyes. “Ben: You are OK. Rey.”) Nonsense & Nuptials by thehobbem (AO3 2021 Rated T Complete, 2 Chapters, Regency AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey is the ward of Leia and Admiral Han Solo. She lives alongside Ben Solo who is the victim of her repeated attempts at matchmaking. But her scheming reveals more about her own feelings and fears that she's missed out on something very important.) Of Colds by Armayra (AO3 2020 Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey gets a cold and ends up feeling lonely. Ben plans to fix that.) Peacock by AttackoftheDarkCurses (AO3 2019 Rated E Complete, 22 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Thanks to a series of misunderstandings, failed attempts at flirting, and loud Katy Perry music, Ben grows to hate his new neighbor. Proposing to her wasn't the best solution to his problems.) Port in the storm by Blueyedgurl (AO3 2020 Rated E Complete, 2 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey pretends to be afraid of thunderstorms so she has an excuse to sleep next to Ben. Ben figures it out when he races home early after seeing thunder, fearing Rey will be crying alone curled up in a ball, only to find her totally chill and eating ice cream.) Rey, Voulez-Vous Prendre Ben Comme Époux? by Theyna_Shipper (AO3 2020 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey is her boss's best friend and is present at his French wedding. However, due to a language barrier, Ben and Rey are the ones who end up married.) Sleepyhead by Blueyedgurl (AO3 2020 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben, a mere himbo, tucks a stray hair behind Rey's ear in class. He knows he deserves the hot coffee in her hand to be thrown in his face and yet he gets a date. ) Something Beautiful by ceciliasheplin (AO3 2019 Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Medieval AU, Quick Synopsis: Lord Ren forces orphan Rey to marry him. On their wedding night he refuses to take her because he wants her to be willing. Rey is both enraged and frustrated. She may hate him but she isn’t exactly opposed to being ravished by her husband.) Sunshine and Gunpowder by rightforlife (AO3 2020 Rated E Complete, 8 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: She’s a teacher who would do anything to protect her student. He’s a glorified hitman with a heart of black gold.) Teenage Dream by ReyloRobyn2011 (AO3 2020 Rated M Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: They met on the playground in first grade. Ben saw the scrawny girl with three messy buns lining the back of her head from across the schoolyard. She sat by herself on the bench, watching the other kids play. He’d never seen her before; she was the new girl in class. Ben didn’t have any friends and he was too shy to talk to anyone— but there was something about this girl. He felt drawn to her.) The Background by Blueyedgurl (AO3 2020 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: He draws her every week. He draws her looking at him smiling, thoughtful, or truly magical, He pours his heart and soul into these drawings. Every Sunday he comes to the hospital room, hoping to meet her eyes. But she's not waking up. His hope is fading. Today...) The Five Times Ben Stole Rey's Halloween Candy and the One Time He Bought Her Some by AnneAnna (AO3 2021 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: They meet when Ben Solo tries to steal Rey Kenobi's Halloween bucket and Rey hits him over the head the with her plastic lightsaber. They eventually become best friends and then more. This is just all the Halloween Fall Fluff in the world.) The Soiled Doves by fernybranca (AO3 2018 Rated M Complete, 28 Chapters, Regency AU, Quick Synopsis: Luck raised Miss Rey Jakku from the streets into the household of Baron Luke Skywalker, and he willed her a fortune beyond the dreams of wealth—earning her the eternal hatred of Benjamin Kylo Skywalker Organa Solo, His Grace of Alderaan, who had counted on his uncle's money to rebuild his ruined ducal seat. But hatred bleeds into obsession, obsession into love, and the rules of the haut ton are strict.) The Trail Bride by SecretReyloTrash (BadOldWest) (AO3 2019 Rated E Complete, 47 Chapters, Historical AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey Niima finds herself in a perilous situation when her husband dies at the start of their journey West. From the few bachelors on the trail in her party; she attaches herself to the best of her options. That option is the mysterious Banker Ben Solo.) The Trial of Naboo: Fall of a Duke by Twin_Kitten (AO3 2020 Rated E Complete, 2 Chapters, Historical AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben and Rey are engaged to be married, but after several attempts on her life, he takes personal responsibility for her safety, including keeping her in his bed at night. Problem? Ben is extremely attracted to his bride but the MUST wait until marriage. ) The Ward by dreamingspires (AO3 2021 Rated E Complete, 18 Chapters, Regency AU, Quick Synopsis: An angsty, Bridgerton-ish/Alpha/Omega/Smutty mash-up, Ben rescues Rey and ends up her guardian.) the way I see you by ocjones (AO3 2021 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Historical AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben glides a finger over the painting’s shining face. It’s long since dried, having traveled the slow journey of hills between Naboo and Mortis, yet the varnish is so glossy it almost feels wet to the touch.And there she is: a soft-looking woman, her breasts pillowing over the top of her corset, her hair held lightly back with a band and flowing out behind her. Her delicate fingers grip a book, clasp it in her velvet-clad lap. The smile on her face is as gentle as her portrayal. His wife.) The Wedding Necklace by daughter_of_the_fifth_house (AO3 2020 Rated M Complete, 21 Chapters, Canon CD, Quick Synopsis: Nambi Ghima sensed Rey’s longing for a family and gave her a wedding necklace for her future husband - the necklace Kylo Ren ripped off Rey's neck. Which means getting married. First Order Officer Tishra Kandia is confused why she had to analyze said necklace. She and a lot of people – and droids – on both sides of this war wonder about the marriage of Supreme Leader Kylo Ren and the Jedi Rey. The only thing is… Rey and Kylo don't even know they’re married.) Through the Years by castles_and_crowns (AO3 2018 Rated T Complete, 10 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben Solo and Rey Jakkson meet on the playground as children under unusual circumstances and quickly become best friends. This fic follows them through the years, showing glimpses of their friendship as it slowly progresses into something more.) to climb steep hills by galvanator (AO3 2020 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: No one really talks to the new girl who sits in the back of the class. She’s been here a month but kids are afraid of her and teachers are too overworked to be able to solve a problem like Rey. No one really talks to the new girl - except for Ben. A childhood to adulthood love story.) To Have and to Hold by bunilicious (AO3 2018 Rated E Complete, 5 Chapters, Medieval AU, Quick Synopsis: “Your husband is gravely injured, my lady.” The envoy’s words should have pleased Lady Rey. After all, her husband was one of the dreaded Norman barons who invaded her beloved country and claimed the lands in the name of the bastard who now called himself king. Ben Solo had stormed her uncle’s keep, killed all the men who opposed their new conquerors, and claimed the stronghold for his own. He took the keep, he took the surrounding lands and, at the new king’s orders, took Rey to wife. Rey should have hated him. But, in the six months following their hasty and undesirable marriage, Rey found that hatred for her new husband was the furthest emotion from her heart and mind.) Trick or Treat, Baby by Everren (AO3 2021 Rated E Complete, 7 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben Solo is not in the mood to deal with trick or treaters this Halloween. In fact, he’s taken measures to ensure he doesn’t have to. Can Rey, his next door neighbor and lover of all things Halloween, change his mind?) Unexpected by incognitajones (AO3 2020 Rated E Complete, 6 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey doesn’t want anything from her one-night stand Ben Solo, not even now that she’s broke, jobless, and pregnant. But he’s desperate to avoid a scandal that could derail his election campaign, so they agree to a cold-blooded business deal: she’ll marry him and be the perfect political wife—for a price, and a limited term.) weddings and wingwomen by bigfootsflannel (AO3 2020 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: After hiring Ben Solo as her wedding photographer, Rose discovers her true calling as part-time matchmaker.) Wild Child by tmwillson3 (AO3 2020 Rated E Complete, 4 Chapters, Regency AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey spends her first Season in Bath with her best friend, Rose Tico. When Rose begins a hate-at-first-sight relationship with Sir Armitage Hux, Rey thinks that nothing more exciting could happen. That's when Sir Hux's friend, the Earl of Alderaan, and his dogs come crashing into Rey. Rey has never liked peers, but when she bonds with him on a rainy day, everything changes.) Wild Child by tmwillson3 (AO3 2020 Rated E Complete, 4 Chapters, Regency AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey spends her first Season in Bath with her best friend, Rose Tico. When Rose begins a hate-at-first-sight relationship with Sir Armitage Hux, Rey thinks that nothing more exciting could happen.That's when Sir Hux's friend, the Earl of Alderaan, and his dogs come crashing into Rey. Rey has never liked peers, but when she bonds with him on a rainy day, everything changes.) Worth the Wait by LadyBrettAshley (AO3 2021 Rated E Complete, 7 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: After being cheated on by her fiancé, Rey decides not to wait til marriage & decides to lose her virginity to known scoundrel Ben. "Scoundrel" Ben begs her for a dinner with him, worships her in bed and trails after her like a lovesick puppy. Rey is confused.)

#reylo #reylo fanfic

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yetanotheremptypage · 3 years

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no escaping your love #9: i’ll hold you up

Read 1-8 here.

#50. “I think you’re beautiful.”

“Should we really be doing this?” Kate asked for what must have been the twelfth time that day alone. Anthony couldn’t see her from his dressing room, but he knew the exact expression she was making: eyebrows pinched together, bottom lip between her teeth, and probably hands cupping her stomach to boot. Fifteen years of marriage had taught him that much.

They were attending Simon and Daphne’s ball tonight, an invitation that they’d accepted before realizing that Kate was pregnant. For the fourth time. At thirty-seven.

Anthony, unlike the doctor, was uncharacteristically unconcerned. His mother had Hyacinth at thirty-seven and, other than his father’s death and the breech birth, had had a relatively smooth and normal pregnancy. There was no reason to think Kate’s wouldn’t be any different.

But now that she was starting to show, Kate was uncharacteristically reticent to venture out in public. Anthony was usually all for skipping an event, but this one was different; Daphne and Simon were family. It would be poor form, and tip off everyone that something was afoot with the Viscount and Viscountess Bridgerton. With Lady Whistledown’s pen firmly down, this would be the first child they could announce on their own terms—not that he begrudged Penelope, but, still—and really, Kate wasn’t that obvious yet. He expected only their family, who knew, would truly be able to tell.

“Lucy will be there and she is much more pregnant than you are,” he called back to her as his valet helped him shrug on his jacket.

“Lucy is barely twenty-two years old, carrying her second child, and looks like she’s merely shoved a pillow under her dress,” she retorted. “I do not.”

His valet, having known him all these years, didn’t even bother to pick up the brush and let Anthony cross the room and re-enter the viscount’s room proper, where Kate was dressing. Her lady’s maid stood off to the side, ostensibly sorting through Kate’s jewelry spread across the dressing table, allowing him to walk directly up to Kate and wrap his arms around her waist.

“I think you’re beautiful. And you know how much I love these,” he whispered in her ear. She swatted his hand away before it could cup her (much fuller) breasts, but he could see the corners of her mouth twitching upwards. “You know that if you really don’t want to go, we don’t have to.”

“But I do want to see Lucy and Gregory before she goes into confinement. And I want to speak with your mother. And it’s Hyacinth’s first ball since having Isabella…” she sighed, resting her head on Anthony’s shoulder. “I know I’m not twenty-one anymore. And I’ve had three children, so of course I will show earlier and carry more weight and all the rest but… it’s hard.”

“I know, my dear.”

“And I don’t want anyone to whisper about us. I know it’s ‘unfashionable’ to have children at my age—”

“How do you think I feel? I’ll be nearing seventy by the time she comes out.” He shuddered and she laughed brightly.

“I’ll hold you up,” she teased.

“Good. For now, let me hold you up. You are a wonderful mother, and so undeniably beautiful that it’s a miracle I let you leave the bedroom at all.” He kissed her neck, doing his best to pretend her lady’s maid wasn’t less than two metres away. “I’ll have us home well before midnight.”

“We can’t be rude, Anthony.”

“How many of our balls have Simon and Daphne left scandalously early?”

Kate snorted, all the answer he needed.

“Go read Charlotte the story you promised her. I’ll be ready soon.”

“Thank you,” he murmured before pressing a kiss to the shell of her ear. She smiled at him in the mirror, but it didn’t look strained, which he counted as a victory.

Charlotte, with her mother’s identical smile, managed to get a second story out of him, even though Kate had entered the doorway just as he finished the first. She didn’t say anything, but he caught her eye over Charlotte’s head as he turned the page and she looked so content, one thumb running circles over her stomach.

When the second came to an end, he pressed a kiss to Charlotte’s forehead and whispered that he loved her. She told him the same and his heart felt fit to burst.

“Mama! You look beautiful!” Charlotte said with her gaze now focused on Kate. She stepped further into the light and Anthony swallowed. Her dress was a midnight blue with gold detailing and short puffed sleeves and she wore the gold Bridgerton tiara over her updo and long gold earrings. She was gorgeous, and he was already dreaming of when he could take that dress off of her. Had she foregone her chemise, what with the baby? It would certainly save him some time...

“Thank you, darling. May I steal your papa away now?”

“Yes, my lady,” Charlotte replied, lisping on the ‘s’ thanks to the gap between her teeth.

“Why thank you, Miss Bridgerton.” She leaned over to kiss Charlotte on the forehead herself and Anthony pushed himself out of the bed so that he could offer her his arm. She took it, blew one last kiss to Charlotte, and then they made their way down the stairs and into the carriage.

“Did you know that we make rather wonderful children?”

“I had a feeling.” He stepped into the carriage before her so that he could help her in. “I am excited, you know. To have another one.”

“Me too. And she’ll be as beautiful as her mother.”

#kanthony #kate x anthony #bridgerton #no escaping your love #my fics #my ships

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“Louis Auguste was the fourth child and second surviving son of Louis XV's eldest son, the Dauphin Louis of France and his second wife Maria Josepha of Saxony, who was affectionately known as 'Pepa'. The royal couple had been considered unusual at Versailles for their domestic harmony and frank and open adoration of each other in a court where it was considered bad form to be openly affectionate towards one's spouse.

The Dauphin was a complicated character: he wrote to a friend that his soul was 'always gay' and indeed there was a liveliness and cheerfulness about him that made his company much sought after. However, he had also inherited the morbid nature of his parents Louis XV and his devout Polish wife Marie Leszczynska and was obsessed with death and dying, much as his cousin Isabella of Parma had been during her time in Vienna. His mother kept the skull of the delightful courtesan Ninon de Lenclos on her desk, garlanded with flowers (....). She called it 'Ma chère mignonne'.

It is recorded that in the early days of their marriage, the young Saxony princess Maria Josepha had been horrified to witness her new husband and his sisters spending evenings dressed in black and walking slowly around a dim candlelit room murmuring 'I am dead, I am dead, I am dead' in a continuation of a favourite game from childhood. It all seemed a bit weird and unacceptably morbid to a young princess who adored dancing, laughing, being outdoors, having fun and celebrating life.

It didn't help matters that the young Dauphin had been married once before, to the pretty Infanta Maria Teresa Rafaela of Spain, who was four years his senior. The court had giggled behind their spangled and painted fans at the young's bride unfashionable red hair, but the Dauphin had fallen immediately ans violently in love with her and was thrilled when she became pregnant. 'I can hardly believe that I am so soon to become a father!', he wrote to a friend, his delight echoing that of every young father throughout the centuries.

Maria Teresa gave birth to a daughter Marie-Thérèse in July 1746 and died four days later. Her young husband, just sixteen years old at this time, was genuinely devastated with courtiers likening his grief to that of ‘an inconsolable child’, which in many ways he was. The little princess, his only link with his deceased love, was to live for just two years and would die in April 1748 after being given an emertic in an attemp to alleviate the pain of teething.

No one knew quite what to expect when the Dauphin was married again, this time to Maria Josepha, and she must have been quite perturbed when on their wedding night he collapsed in tears into her arms and sobbed about his dead wife, which must have been somewhat awkward to say the last. The marriage seemed doomed to failure until the Dauphin caught smallpox and his little wife insisted on nursing him back to health herself. It is said she took such great care of him that a short sighted doctor (...) said to the Dauphin, ‘You have an excellent little nurse there. Never get rid of her’. The Dauphin made a full recovery and filled with gratitude, he fell in love at last with his wife.

The young couple enjoyed a blissful life together, almost a second honeymoon in fact, and were to be seen at their devotions together in the Versailles chapel every morning, before taking the air together on the terrace by the Orangerie.

They shared exactly the same tastes for music, reading and gardening and loved to spend their time together. The Dauphin was a talented musician and played the violin, organ and spinet as well as singing in a very fine baritone. (...) He was also a talented actor, capable of reducing an audience to fits of uncotrollable laughter with his comedic roles.

(...) Both were keen philanthropists, who loved to assist the needy and were generous givers to charity. They gave instructions to their children’s tutors that the princes and princesses should be taken to the houses of the needy so that they could see for themselves how the poor lived.

‘They must learn to weep. A prince who has never shed any tears cannot be good’, the Dauphin explained.

He was also very fond of taking his sons to view the baptismal register of the parish of Versailles, where their names were written alongside those of more humble infants.

‘Look my children, look at your names written after the name of a pauper. The only thing that can establish any difference between you is virtue’, he would say.

(...) When Louis Auguste was born in the Dauphine’s bedchamber on the ground floor of Versailles in the boiling hot summer of 1754, the royal nursery at the palace was already home to Marie Zéphyrine, who was born in August 1750 and Louis Joseph, who was born in September 1751. Another son, Xavier, had recently died in February 1754 at the age of six months.

(...) Their new son was born at quarter to seven and immediately passed into the care of Madame de Marsan, who was already governess to his elder brother the Duc de Bourgogne (...).”

From: “Marie Antoinette: An Intimate History”, by Melanie Clegg.

#18th century #King Louis XV #Queen Marie #marie leszczynska #House of Bourbon #Capetienne dynasty #Capét #Marie Antoinette #Louis XVI #King Louis XVI #Dauphin Louis #Maria Josepha of Saxony #Maria Teresa Rafaela of Spain #Dauphine #modern age France #portraits #Versailles

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🕯!

There is a distant sigh, a thoughtful hum, and Louis covers his mouth a moment with a long index finger as his thumb curls beneath his chin. It falls. “You wanted to know what it was like. What my boyhood, was like and the people I had known then, who were my mortal family. I confess that at times I can scarcely remember, I feel that I came into the world a man. That I was never such a boy as my brother was, who I remember totally at these ages. But of course I was, I was born without pomp or circumstance one evening before the mid-wife could arrive. It was my mother’s sister who held me, and who shook me to cry, because I did not cry. My mother always told me how it frightened her that I was silent. But I was shaken, and so I cried. I was named immediately for my grandfather on my mother’s side and the Saint, Camillus. It was the fashion then to have, sometimes, two or three or more names. Always there is a family name, with the French, and usually the name of a Saint or two. And so I became Louis-Camille de Pointe du Lac. I had already the dark hair that would set me apart from my perfectly blond siblings, who would take after my father. My eyes, which were blue, changed in a matter of days. But there is nothing more to say about this little creature that I was. My first memory is of my grandfather’s study. My father was not a learned man, though he maintained the appearances of one. He read well enough in French, but his Latin was poor, and for all he could read he could only write so very little. It fell to me. The humiliation of learning was too great for him as a grown man, but I was a child, the first child. This was when we were in Fontainebleau, I remember that the apartment had belonged to my mother’s father, and that it was small, but still broken up into so many rooms.

It was my grandfather, the one for whom I was named in part, who first taught me my letters and then my words. He was an intelligent man, he would take me onto his knee and he would teach me, first in French, and then in the Latin. It was my grandmother, he told me, who gave me my eyes. He showed me a picture of her, an admirable miniature that she had done of herself, and it was true enough that her eyes were the colour of Paris green - perhaps as poisonous, I did not know her. She had been dead for a decade when I was born. Alors, it was my grandfather who taught me first, until he and my father came to some disagreement about the living situation, and so my father decided, because he was arrogant, to move us to the New World. I was not frightened, I don’t remember being frightened. I remember my excitement when I saw the great ship. But perhaps I imagine that I was excited, I was young, and it was some two hundred years ago now. I remember, and I don’t think this was a fabrication of memory, that I was sick on the ship, terribly sick. I remember my father taking me onto the deck to look out at the open sea, and the enormity of it, the vastness of the blue horizon where it met the blue of the sea, was so great that I emptied my stomach. Well, you can imagine he wasn’t happy about that, he did not bring me above deck again. Everything that followed is almost nothing. I only remember the grand house, how I would get lost in it often when we first acquired it. My mother had heard something of Rousseau, and decided she would not have a nurse for me. Perhaps she ought to have, but then, the Madonna did not have a wet nurse for Christ, either, and as a good god-fearing woman, she took the natural obligation she had to me as my mother seriously. It was unfashionable of her, and with me she found she did not know how to be with a child. She found my whims unusual, she could not feign interest in all that I found endlessly interesting. My fascinations were nothing to her. She did not like the stones or the leaves that I brought into the house to study by the fire, tracking my mud across the fine rugs. And in the end she decided on the nurse. She was a Haitian woman, to me she was Nadège, she had lost her own child to fever, and perhaps for it she was all the more tender with me. She and I were silent companions in our admiration for all that was wild in New Orleans, all that fought against the tyranny of our occupation of it. She smelled always of those flowers she would bring to me clutched to her blouse, and I remember still the sound of her voice in song as she lay me down to sleep in the great bed that I was expected to grow into. She was a kind, godly woman, and her care of me was more motherly than that of my own mother’s had ever been.”

#rozsapalota #[ oh my god louis shut up!!!]#[ anyway thank you for sending this <333 ]#[ accidentally talked about a bunch of his family but once he gets going... ]#🕯 in the wind

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Thinking about dc fandom always shitting on Dick's fashion sense and something else came up. My mutuals have turned into kpop fans, they keep posting these highly fashionable dudes' hq pics, they wear skirts, lace, ruffles, feather, glitter, all the colors.. They look good most of the times, they're not afraid to wear furry slippers or pigtails or prints, it's not what I'm used to seeing in white dominant industry. I bet Dick's fashion choices are like that n not what tasteless fanarts show.

I mean, I get what you’re saying, and I do agree in part, but also….that’s still not quite the entire issue for me.

Like…its basically just annoying the things people come up with to try and ‘bash’ him while still claiming to like the character, because honestly I believe that’s all it is. Just looking for excuses to make fun of him, and its so juvenile and pointless. There’s literally no basis for thinking Dick makes poor fashion choices in canon except for his costumes, he’s literally been a model, a socialite, a spy, and he’s routinely cited as being considered in-universe one of the most attractive people in both his civilian and superhero personas.

Like…people don’t generally fixate on the attractiveness of people whose clothes they’re busy mocking, you know?? LOL. It just makes no sense! When super hot people wear super weird clothes…..the comments are still usually about how they’re super hot, lmao. Look at like…things like the Met Gala. THAT’S the kind of ‘out there’ it takes for people to weigh in on celebrities wearing outfits that people find ridiculous despite their celeb status and attractiveness….

So, unless we’re pretending that Dick Grayson habitually wanders around wearing the equivalent of a celeb costume for the Met Gala ball in his civilian outfits…..nobody is focusing on his bad fashion sense when he’s just Dick Grayson, ergo….there is zero basis for saying when Dick Grayson is being Dick Grayson, he has no idea how to dress himself, or look good. In that respect, its that simple, y’know?

Because the other thing is (and this is mostly where I disagree with you in execution, even though I get the spirit of your ask - like, I agree his fashion choices when he IS trying to stand out might be more eccentric than most people would usually go with, but he’d look damn good regardless) but I just mean….in his civilian persona, Dick never even really WANTS to be noticed, most of the time! He DOESN’T try and aim for the spotlight when he doesn’t have to be the center of attention like at some gala he’s forced to attend. He LIKES to blend in, go unnoticed….this is a guy who is fiercely fixated on being his own man, and KNOWN as his own man, noted for HIS accomplishments, HIS identity….not being seen as Bruce Wayne’s son first and foremost, or the Wayne Heir before all else….he just wants to be Dick Grayson. He’s never really liked the attention that comes with being a public figure due to being Bruce’s ward or son, at any point.

So its like…what about that suggests that he’s someone who either consciously or unknowingly goes around attracting attention with outfits that make him a public spectacle? He’s not some oblivious, air-headed ditz, he’s extremely aware of his surroundings at all times, lol.

Not a single thing about the fashion disaster fanon overall makes any sense, under any degree of scrutiny, unless you’re just committed to….making a mockery of him.

And the only thing it can be traced back to, the ONLY thing….are his costumes and his mullet.

Let’s tackle the mullet first - guys, its an anachronistic hairstyle. Its something he only had DECADES ago, in a time period when people actually wore their hair like that in the US. Get over it. EVERY SINGLE CHARACTER has similar periods in their history, lol. And yet, its only him that’s singled out as being so unfashionable he was wearing a mullet in fics set only five years ago, whereas everyone else’s hairstyles of a different era are left in that era. C’mon. Its transparent.

Which brings us back to his costumes. The pixie boots, the leotard, the Discowing with its bright blue and gold and scooped neck and high collar….

Now THOSE are unfashionable, fandom says.

Well see the problem with that, fandom….is by every canon out there…

DICK DIDN’T DESIGN THOSE OUTFITS TO FIT FASHION STANDARDS.

He wasn’t TRYING to win the good taste award and approval of the society he was in instead of his circus home, not by his own choice, and which frequently sneered down at him and tried to make him feel lesser. And the classism some of us are referring to when we mention this….is the assumption that his motivations are irrelevant, its only the approval and standards of ‘mainstream society’ that matters in whether or not his costumes are deemed ridiculous or not.

Except…..Dick’s costumes were designed not for fashion, but for SENTIMENTALITY.

They were meant to be reminders of where he came from. A way for him to hold on to his roots. For his circus past, his parents, his origins to be represented in his superheroics every bit as much as the skills he learned from Bruce and others.

It was his way of saying he at least had never forgotten where he came from and he never would, BECAUSE HE’S PROUD OF IT.

Shockingly, he’s PROUD of being a superhero who came from the circus….which is literally the only reason he was ABLE to become a child hero in the first place, because that’s where he attained his acrobatic skills that gave him enough of an advantage despite his age, that he could actually MAKE it as a superhero and vigilante.

The entire Robin legacy that’s at the center of so much of fandom’s conflicts and preferences….

IS BORN OF THE CIRCUS. THAT HE WANTED TO WEAR REMINDERS OF. TO BE COMFORTED BY VESTIGES OF HIS CHILDHOOD. MEMORABILIA THAT HONORED HIS FIRST FAMILY.

Robin doesn’t EXIST without the circus.

And frankly, as much as people dismiss this as being not that big of a deal, I find it gross, same as I do the jokes about his name.

Because this is a fandom that is COMMITTED to defending the sentimentality and origins of their various fave members of this iconic found family.

Upholding where each of them came from as being just as iconic and important as where they ended up, as members of the Batfamily….

Except for Dick. Except for his circus roots. His costumes, honoring his roots. His childhood nickname, holding onto that last connection to his parents.

Only Dick isn’t allowed to have his sentimentality, without being made an object of mockery and silly, childish jokes. Because the circus is just funny, its not meant to be taken seriously, even as the object of an orphan’s deep and profound loss. Because his name is another word for penis, that’s all that matters, not that its one of the only mementos of his parents he actually managed to hold on to, that nobody could ever MAKE him give up or lose.

And that’s so….frustrating, irritating, and just….sad, y’know?

Because its not about the jokes. Its about the hypocrisy. Of trying to find deep meaning and introspection in the childhoods and origins of every single other member of this family except for the first one to actually MAKE it a family….because in his origins and childhoods, most people can’t be bothered to find anything but jokes.

Its all connected. Of course so many people have trouble acknowledging Dick’s traumas, his agency, his boundaries…..when they’re still unable or unwilling to get past the point of acknowledging his origins as a REAL place that REALLY mattered to him, just as much as the origins and roots of every single other member of this family.

When you treat where someone came from as a joke, a joke is all they’re ever going to be to you. Because shockingly….where we all come from, is kinda integral to who we are as people - whether real OR fictional.

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buckybarnesbingo · 4 years

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BBB Week 8 Roundup!

Some amazing fills made this week, go forth and appreciate our creators!

Title: Flower Petals Collaborator: writing-what-writing Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K5 - Hanahaki disease Ship: Bucky/Reader Rating: Gen Major Tags: very light angst Summary: Bucky’s been coughing up flowers and the only cure is if you love him back Word Count: 863

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Title: I’d Do It Again Collaborator: startrekkingaroundasgard Link: Tumblr Square Filled: U2 - Queer Platonic Relationship Ship: Bucky/Bruce Rating: Teen Major Tags: mention of torture, mild violence and threat Summary: After he is kidnapped, Bucky rescues Bruce from a facility which is trying to separate him from the Hulk. Word Count: 1620

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Title: As the Spirits Guide Us Collaborator: 27dragons Link: AO3 Squares Filled: Chapter 3 - K1: Poison Chapter 4 - K2: Dark Ship: WinterIron Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Alternate Universe - Prehistoric, Running Away, Spirit Animals, totem spirits, Coming of Age, Sharing a Meal, Sex, Frottage Summary: The Clan of the Hydra value’s Bucky’s skill as a flintknapper but despises him for being a crippled outsider. The Clanchief, in particular, seems to enjoy watching Bucky suffer. Bucky dreams of escaping, of finding a home with a new Clan, one which will treat him kindly. A talented maker and only child of the Keeper of the Way, Tony has only to complete this last rite before he can fully assume his place as an adult of the Star Clan. On this journey, the spirit-talker assures him, the spirits will bring him to meet his destined mate. Tony is pretty sure the selection of his mate has less to do with the spirits than with the machinations of his mother and the clan chief. Little do either of them know what the spirits have in store. Word Count: 5713

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Title: A sketch in red Collaborator: Nivelle Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Y4 - Seeing Red Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: art Summary: art

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Title: A Night at the Nat - Chapter 4 Collaborator: Politzania Link: AO3 Square Filled: K3 - apology Ship: Bucky/Clint/Tony Rating: Explicit Major Tags: werewolf & supernatural AU, minor injuries/blood, eventual smut Summary: The fancy restaurant isn’t the only reason Clint feels out of his depth. Even though his dinner companions are clearly devoted to one another, they keep flirting with him. Maybe accepting this invitation wasn’t such a good idea. Word Count: 4701

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Title: Fire in My Soul - Chapter 1 Collaborator: squadrickchestopher Link: AO3 Square Filled: C3 - free space Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Explicit Major Tags: graphic depictions of violence Summary: Natasha interrupts him. “So here’s what happened,” she says, letting her irritation bleed into her voice and her expression. Clint ducks his head even lower. “You two morons got the bright idea to get busy on a magic altar while wearing a magic amulet. Somehow, this triggered some kind of spell, and—I can’t believe this is an actual thing I’m about to say—it turned you both into little dragons.” Bucky stares at Clint, then looks down at his own claws. Then he looks back up at Nat. “What the fuck?” Word Count: 5442

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Title: Art Collaborator: startrekkingaroundasgard Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Y1 - nerd Bucky Ship: Bucky & Peter Rating: Gen Major Tags: art Summary: Bucky had always loved science fiction. He loved to get lost in the wonder of what was possible and consider how the future could be better. When he joined the Avengers, Peter soon learned of Bucky’s interest and immediately got him started on every major sci-fi franchise he had missed over the years. Star Wars ended up being his favourite and when Peter came in brandishing his new, fully functioning lightsaber Bucky couldn’t resist having a go with the weapon. That quickly lead to costumes and a fully fledged photo shoot to commemorate the occasion.

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Title: Red Carpet Rescue Mission Collaborator: darter_blue Link: AO3 Square Filled: B3 - Rescue Mission Ship: Stucky Rating: Mature Major Tags: meet cute Summary: Bucky Barnes can totally do this, he can fumble his way through a red carpet event and not lose his brand new nationally televised lifestyle presenter gig... he just has to remember to ask questions about the premier and NOT composting (being that he is, in fact, a Gardener and not an entertainment reporter). And when he sees a fellow sufferer in need of saving from all the lights, cameras, and hubbub, of course he's going to sidle over and be a friendly face. Except the poor, unfashionable gentleman perhaps isn't a ring in like Bucky imagined, is perhaps more famous than he looks?Is perhaps actually a real life superhero? This is just fluff and more fluff of disaster Bucky and an always charmed Captain America... Word Count: 5328

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Title: Arboreal: Songbird protocol moodboard Collaborator: menatiera Link: Tumblr Square Filled: B4 - Sunrise/Sunset Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: Fluff, Bucky Barnes Needs A Hug, (Arm Maintenance), moodboard Summary: Moodboard for the fic Songbird Protocol by Arboreal. Fic summary: Tony apparently has a thing for musicians. It’s brand new information for him, but Bucky is irresistible.

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Title: we could take a chance, we could make it Collaborator: velvetjinx Link: AO3 Square Filled: K4 - partner in crime Ship: Stucky Rating: Explicit Major Tags: historical AU Summary: Bucky likes to steal treasure. Steve likes to steal it back for its rightful owners. But when they have to team up to fight a common enemy and sparks fly, will either of them be willing to risk their hearts? Word Count: 5385

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Title: When is a bed not a bed? (When you’re not in it) - Chapter 2 Collaborator: riotfalling Link: Tumblr Square Filled: C3 - free space Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: non-graphic injury and violence Summary: There’s a tiny safe house, with one tiny window and one tiny couch. And one tiny little bed. (Now with chapter 2, because no bed sharing fic is truly complete until they’re home.) Word Count: 2.5k

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Title: Inspired By You Collaborator: MagicaDraconia16 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y5 - Invisibility Ship: Teen Rating: Bucky & Tony Major Tags: AU artist/muse, smutty inspiration Summary: It was very hard work being a muse. Especially when the person being inspired absolutely refuses to be around the source of that inspiration. Word Count: 1004

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Title: A Quiet Moment Collaborator: Caiti (Caitriona_3) Link: AO3 Square Filled: B3 - Hair braiding Ship: Bucky/Clint/Darcy Rating: Teen Major Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Polyamory Summary: Natasha and Bucky spend a quiet moment together. Word Count: 1561

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Title: Funerals Are Expensive. Get Well Soon. Collaborator: Ribbonsflying Link: AO3 Square Filled: C5 - Sharing Body Heat Ship: Stucky Rating: Teen Major Tags: funeral home, morticians Summary: “Is this the part where we turn from morticians into ghost hunters?” Sam asked as they flipped out the basement lights and locked the door back behind them. ”I sure hope not.” The men began their hustle back up toward the state rooms out front when they passed the cooler and heard the noise again. Steve and Sam both stopped in their tracks. “Is that-“ Steve turned on his heel and pointed toward the refrigerated room where people’s bodies were stored.“You know I ain’t ever been scared of dead people,” Sam answered, “...but if someone in that fridge is knocking, all you’re gonna see of my brown ass is a pinprick on the horizon as I get the hell away from here as fast as I can move.” === Did you know there's a woman who has a medical condition that has caused her to go to wake up in a morgue on three separate occasions? This is a story where Bucky has that same condition. Word Count: 7382

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Title: Beetles Collaborator: Justamanlymouse Link: AO3 Square Filled: U5 - Bucky/Steve Ship: Stucky, WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: Howlie memories, Light angst, tw bugs Summary: Steve hears Morgan singing a lullaby that James used to sing to him and remembers the last time he heard it.“You know the wormy song? James sings it to me before bed.” He’s going to fucking vomit. “Oh yeah?” he manages. “Yeah.” she says, molding dirt very seriously with a little spade, “Said he used to sing it to you and it helped you go to sleep. You remember that?” Word Count: 721

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#FFXIVWrite2019 - 1. Voracious

let’s see how this goes

No spoilers, just some fun WoL fluffy kidfic <3

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast

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1. voracious

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The fat sausage links fair gleamed in their casings under the noonday sun.

From his hiding place behind the stack of crates, Sev felt his mouth water. The boy licked his lips, tail lashing against his dirty legs. He imagined the meat, juicy and flavored with all sorts of spices and just ever so slightly smoky, maybe with a piece of fresh baked bread. At the thought of a proper meal, the tip of his tongue slid over his new sharp canines that he still wasn't quite used to just yet. He'd only lost the last of his milk teeth two years ago.

Two years, he thought, surprised. Two years since Mum left.

At least, he was fairly sure that had been two years ago. Sev didn't have the best grasp on time. Like many of Ala Mhigo's smallfolk, the young Miqo'te largely knew the passing of the year by the turn of the cold months. But that sounded right. He'd dropped the first tooth not long before the old king had died, and not long after that the Northmen had come in their strange flying metal machines and impenetrable black armor.

The Garleans, as they called themselves, had put the king's council to the sword and sacked the city, and two years later they had the full run of the place. Not that it had especially changed his circumstances.

His thoughts turned away from his newly sharp teeth and back to the meat they wished to tear, as though his hunger had a mind of its own. The old man wasn't looking in his direction at all! He was helping a woman with her purchase, a heavyset lady in fine linens and new leather that probably cost as much as the whole butcher's stand.

Sev felt a surge of hope. If he was careful he could have what he wanted and no one would be the wiser. His prey was one of several draped over a piece of metal that had been hammered into the wooden pole. One good jostle would cause it to fall.

Why, I could just knock that old link right off its hook.

He'd never have a better chance. Maybe if he just leaned forward as if he were trying to look at the wares...

"Hey!" the lady shouted in alarm. She'd chanced to look up just in time for the boy to lean in from the crates, his hand wrapped around one of the links. "Thief! Thief!"

Sev leapt back with a startled cry, nearly crashing into the crates he'd been hiding behind, and took off running with his prize clutched in one fist and the old man screaming for help at his back.

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Two bells later he had to admit to himself that he was hopelessly lost.

Once upon a time, he'd known the way back home by heart. When Sev was little, he always knew when it was getting time to pay the rent on their apartment. Rent week was when the larder was empty and Mum started taking her visitors. She'd hang a length of red cloth outside her door, usually the threadbare handkerchief she kept in the drawer of her ancient desk (which sat under the only window in the whole apartment), and tell him to go amuse himself outside with his friends. When she was done, the cloth would be gone and he'd go back inside and she'd be there waiting to send him to the marketplace and refill their larder.

My Seven, my last and best boy, she'd praise him. Such a good son. Then she'd hug him, her body damp through her homespun, as she pressed a small pouch of gil into his little fingers. Whatever Mum and her visitors talked about, she always bathed before she took her red handkerchief down from the door, and it was that he remembered, his nose full of the stringent smell of lye, and of the scents she liked to use in her bathwater.

Over the next year the red handkerchief had stayed up for longer periods, days at a time, even a sennight sometimes. At first Sev had gone hungry, more than willing to wait for Mum to finish her long visits. But finally he'd given in to his hunger, and sometimes the cloth would be removed from the door and sometimes it would not, and he'd had to dig out his own bolt-holes for sleep, or offer to share his food with one of the other kids in exchange, or. Something.

Then finally one day he'd come home and the red cloth had been gone and so had his Mum. None of their neighbors knew what had happened to her, whether or not the imperials had taken her away or where she'd gone or if she'd ever be back, and none of them particularly seemed to care. One woman had scowled at him and said 'good riddance to that harlot' and closed the door in his face, and Sev had been alone for good.

That first night, he'd curled up on the empty doorstep and cried himself to sleep waiting for her. Eventually he'd forced himself to let those memories fade and grow sepia-toned. He never did return to that little apartment in its old and unfashionable district, a mere stone's throw from the slums where he now scraped out a living. There, the streets crisscrossed and meandered in strange ways into ancient taverns and alcoves so deeply hidden they never saw the blazing sun even in the heat of the day.

But this wasn't the so-called 'Ala Mhigan District' either. All he saw on either side were enormous mansions and iron gates and improbably green lawns.

So, it didn't take Sev very long to realize he was lost.

This place was like an entire world apart from the rest of the city. He stood before a big stone fountain with fresh running water that gurgled prettily out of the top, splashing into a pool with little red flowers floating in it. It was surrounded by carefully groomed bushes and even a stone bench to sit and rest or just take in the scenery. The streets beneath his worn shoes were neatly laid brick lined with black steel, mostly new, free of potholes or chocobo guano, and lined with new trees.

People lived here, he marveled. In the days of the old king, the royals had all lived here. But they were vanished or dead or both and now the only occupants of these fine houses were wealthy merchants and imperial army officers. There'd be no one of his like within walls so grand, unless they were working the grounds as ser-

The loud, thumping rattle of multiple footsteps marching in tandem brought him out of his awed reverie. Sev froze on the spot, his ears laid flat and twitching. He knew that sound well enough: an imperial patrol. They were heaviest in the poor areas, but it seemed even the idle rich saw their share of Garlean steel.

And the patrol was coming this way; he'd be arrested for sure the minute they saw him, thrown in their gaol and left to rot if he was lucky. He knew exactly how he looked: a scruffy, dirty street child, cheeks flushed and golden eyes wild, tearing down the streets of the Palace (no, he self-corrected, that's not right, they call it something else now) District with obviously stolen food clutched in one fist. There was exactly zero chance they would not know immediately what he'd done.

He would have run if he knew where to go, but he didn't even know how he'd got here in the first place. The more he thought about it, the more scared he became.

"You! Boy!"

That voice belonged to a child. His head swiveled from side to side, seeking its owner and finding... no one in sight? Who was talking to him then? Was he imagining things? Was it a ghost? The old folk said the Mad King had killed lots of people, even his own kin; mayhap the streets here were haunted? What if-

He let out a sharp yelp as something hard popped him in the back of the head.

"Ow!"

"Pick that up and get over here! They're coming!"

He bent over to pick up whatever had been thrown at him and saw that it was some kind of red and green fruit that looked a bit like a pear. Then he saw the small hand waving at him. It dangled down from the branches of a low hanging old-growth tree that stood just behind a thick stone wall near one of the wrought iron gates.

"Give me your hand, I'll pull you up!"

The voice was young and rather imperious, as if its owner were accustomed to giving orders and having them followed. Still, Sev dashed across the street and extended his hand, and immediately found himself pulled up, bodily, albeit slowly-- there was a small, pained grunt of exertion as they tried to lift him. He forced himself to stop flailing, bracing his feet against the trunk to assist. His shoes, worn down to tattered flaps, scrabbled at the bark for purchase and his tail lashed furiously, trying to help him keep his balance--but it only took a moment for his natural climbing instincts to assume control.

Once he decided he wasn't going to just drop right back to the cobbled street on his arse in front of an imperial patrol, Sev let go of that sweaty little hand, crept towards the trunk, then carefully balanced his weight across the branches beneath his feet like rough and very uneven stair steps.

"This way," the voice ordered, this time a whisper. "Don't make any noise."

He followed the child down through the tree branches, watching his steps carefully and trying to keep quiet and safeguard the only meal he'd probably get for the next handful of suns. Finally they were clear of the tree and crawling down the trunk to land in soft, manicured grass.

"There, boy. You're safe here," that small, oddly accented voice said, with a supreme confidence he wished he felt. "It'll be another half-bell before they report in. As long as you're gone before their shift change, you won't get caught."

Sev sat down with a small exhalation, cradling his ill-gotten gains (which were by now somewhat the worse for wear), and looked up to see the face of his rescuer. A very small Garlean stared back. Her hair was the color of honey, the sidelocks neatly braided, and her eyes were a very deep blue. She wore a fine pinafore dress beneath an apron currently covered in dirt and grass stains.

She also seemed to have noticed his confusion: that pale brow had knitted in a faint and curious frown, the wrinkle of it pausing just beneath the lower curve of her third eye.

"Boy?" she repeated. "Is aught amiss? Are you hurt?"

"I... n-no. I'm... I'm fine. I just..."

His stomach chose that moment to gurgle again, loud enough for both of them to hear.

"If you're hungry, then eat something."

"But these are raw."

"Ew, not those." She plucked the fruit he'd still had in one hand. "Here, you can have this. It's a mango. From Thavnair. They're good."

He just stared at her. She stared right back, carelessly tossing the fruit (mango?) from one hand to the other, those impossibly dark blue eyes tracking over his face. Then she extended her hand.

"I'm Aurelia," she said. "What's your name?"

"I.. um. Sev."

"That's short for something? Some Ala Mhigan name?"

"Uh, no." Sev stared down at the sausages in their casings, feeling small and foolish. "It's, uh. It's short for 'Seven'."

"Seven," the Garlean said, and her voice was flat and matter-of-fact in a way that clearly indicated she thought he was joking. "Right."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"That's a really weird name," she said bluntly.

"It's not a weird name!" Sev snapped, stung by her dismissal. "Aurelia is a weird name. What does it even mean?"

"At least my name is an actual name!" She scowled fiercely at him and stamped her little leather boot-clad foot against the grass, lower lip thrust out. "Who names their kid a number? That's just lazy!"

"My mum's not lazy, your mum's lazy!"

"My mama can't be lazy! She's dead!"

For a moment the two children glared at each other, Sev's tail thumping viciously against the grass.

Aurelia's eyes looked a little too bright, and he almost asked her if she was going to cry before he felt the lump in his own throat and the prickling heat at his eyes, at the unbidden memory of lye soap and cardamom, and realized with horror that if anyone was going to cry, it was him.

"Sorry," he mumbled. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those things about your mum. Thank you for hiding me from the ironhe-... uh, the soldiers."

She shrugged, as if the entire argument meant nothing to her.

"Are you going to carry that thing around all day?"

"It's not a thing, it's food. It's sausage."

The Garlean girl's delicate little nose wrinkled in distaste. "Whatever it is, it smells gross. I bet it's been out in the sun too long."

"It's not gross."

"It is too. If you eat spoiled meat you'll get a sour belly." She thrust a hand towards him. "Give it over. I'm throwing it in the bin."

"But I'm hungry," Sev whined. It earned him a huffed exhalation and a very dramatic roll of her eyes.

"Ugh, just-- just follow me, you big baby. I'll get you all the sausages you'll ever want."

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Thus did a boy named Seven meet a girl named Aurelia, and a hapless cook became utterly convinced that her kitchen was haunted by the vengeful ghost of Mad King Theodoric. Aurelia supposed they might have overdone things a little with the wailing and the creaking door-hinges.

The paring knife and half-dozen mangoes missing from the larder were more difficult to explain when Aurelia helped herself to a perfectly sizeable dinner that night, however. Her governess was perfectly well aware that she loved mangoes, was not herself Ala Mhigan, and therefore had no cause to believe in angry ghosts nicking sausages from the cold pantry. No matter how much Cook insisted otherwise.

But at least now, she had her first real friend ever. And that was worth a few stolen sausages and a night confined to her chambers without dessert.

#FFxivWrite2019 #aurelia laskaris #garlean warrior of light #yet another self indulgent WoL backstory fic #these are actually pretty fun though #prompt 1: voracious

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