#no ship names yet we make dumb ones like men

[mysteriouslybluepirate]

So overall I don't like the OFMD Reddit. I've tried to create a post about why narratively I felt S2 didn't work ignoring the Izzy stuff, one only about the Izzy stuff(since there are very few Izzy-focused fans on there), then another talking about Olu/Jim/(Archie/Zheng) talking about why I was disappointed in it. If it's a negative post, moderators won't approve the post to go live. Which I don't love. But okay, if you want a positive echo chamber to offset Tumblr and Twitter about this season, sure.

I still check it out of curiosity when I stumble across this GEM.

We've had quite a bit of time to debate this. Almost two years, and this was posted 11/15/23. Yes, the OP was very kind (I agree that Ed thought that Stede was cool cause he beat Izzy, and was a new pirate on the scene. Then once he realizes how dumb the crew is the plan springs up into place), and I'm not hating on them specifically. Just that some social media places are just still at this point.

I blame a large section of the fanbase for not EVER reading any Izzy POV meta. Who are now scrambling to go back to rewatch S1 knowing what we know about Izzy now.

If you want to see all the responses, ranging from those I agree with to those that are just wild, let me know, I might put the link in the comments my favorites range from. 'Blackbeard wanted to but Ed didn't' to the usual Izzy is a superhuman being. To 'ALL THIS WAS JUST TO KEEP IZZY ON THE SHIP'?

Do they not see how INTERESTING the dynamic between Ed and Izzy is? That their relationship is giving and pulling at just the right times? Izzy trying to maintain their shield and Ed desperately trying to find a life where he doesn't hate himself? Both of them DON'T REALLY WANT THIS-Ed being openly suicidal to Izzy keeping his head down and working- living day by day- each NOT talking about their issues.

That hiding behind the Blackbeard name is the only way they'll survive? That killing Stede Bonnet could genuinely give Ed the out he craves. Izzy could then Captain a ship full of a crew that (theoretically) already fears and respects him?

[Not that Izzy would be good at it, or even want to be away from Ed, but you get my point. This was a *change in their lives* that is VERY tempting to two men who have been in survival mode for YEARS-

Also, it's very obvious Jenkins didn't plan Izzy's character out, so Izzy wanting to captain to me can just be written off as Jenkins not knowing the character yet, since he NEVER PAYS THE SCENE -WHERE IZZY IS FLATTERED AT POTENTIALLY BEING GIVEN TITLE CAPTIN-OFF (cough cough Izzy could have been the captain/first mate S2ep8)...moving on]

If Lucius didn't stumble in, Ed would have killed Stede here. He was aiming for a fatal spot in his neck and actively swinging down, I couldn't find a gif and had to take a photo on my phone, but you get my point.

Ed then realizes that not only was he willing to kill a guy who, overall, had been very kind to him, but then gets the Kraken as a reminder that he HAS killed. That he's spent his entire life killing to put himself into a better spot. Slowly rising up the ranks, and it's never been enough to keep him happy. Be it his dad, or fuck, even killing this rich dude and stealing his identity.

~BUT NO~

Izzy is SO EVIL guys, Ed doesn't want to kill Stede! He just has to pretend to be violent in front of Izzy so Izzy doesn't mutiny or leave him!! Doesn't that TOTALLY make sense? Ed's struggling since he never wanted to kill Stede, and he's struggling with the 'order' Izzy gave him!!

[Ignoring how Ed wanted to help him retire in the first place, how Izzy nudges Ed to follow the fisherman thing, and how Ed wanted Izzy to *stay* in the first place.]

The reddit is FILLED with takes like this, btw. Sorry if it seems like straw-manning, but I can find the posts if you need them.

#ofmd #izzy hands #stede bonnet #edward teach #ofmd critical #Maybe? #ofmd meta #ofmd analysis #our flag means death

[sparklywatercolors]

hello! tell me about Sonya? ( gimme all the deets pls )

ahhhh!!! hi!!!! Sonya is my baby, they are everchanging and always growing, but they started out as a flower shop assistant for this old woman, that takes care of their entire town with money she acquired in her youth (babushka my beloved, i don't have a name for her yet, she's just called babushka). And Sonya only got the job because they studied so hard when it came to plants (special interest of theirs), and said to babushka one day, that one of her plants was sick because of a rly odd and overly specific reason. And that's how they got their first job, and was pushed by babushka to study (at least part time) botany. Which they did. They passed with flying colors. People think they are dumb but they're really smart, they just don't like showing it. This is where the story @humhum235 and I have been collaborating on comes in So because of Sonya's high marks, they ended up being allowed to basically be a gardener for a program to bring plants to another planet. And Sonya didn't want to leave because of their dog Benji, and babushka was like "I'll take care of him until you come home to us. Go." aND SO THEY DID. When they were getting close, their ship was attacked (by the my favorite bastard ever but that's for another day), and they nearly died, but the nameless king of the land rescued them. And Sonya pretty much latched themself to him. Sonya is actually a low key trouble maker and would beg the king to let them leave meetings and not do boring stuff. They'd make silly faces behind the council's back and sneak these alien bugs they found into the palace, with the help of something that goes beyond what we know as AI, but their name is Receiver (Baby Receiver comes a lot later). And as time went on, and Sonya and this king eventually fell in love, and Sonya made many new friends, such as a their friend Mars, who doesn't know his past (and gets horrific visions when he tries to find it), and is called the prince of the stars, and their friends with the common folks, and finding a planet full of penguins, Sonya began to harvest these new powers, but they didn't know it yet. Remember that bastard I mentioned? He attacked one day, and hit the king a little too hard, and Sonya just froze. Their eyes dialating, their foe laughing saying they wont do anything. Fun fact, their pupils momentarily changed into the shape of flowers that are dangerous to humans such as aconitum and oleander. Sonya lifted their hand up and slammed him into a ship, using plants. And he like basically refuses to fight with them now. (Spoiler: after many months, their foe is now sort of a friend, he denies it though, he just likes visiting the penguins). Sonya hated that they did that, and they try to apologize to him about it. They decided to play around the castle halls (much to the council's dismay), and see what they can do with these abilities. They can also cry to where it causes a flood, and they have a scream that can break walls. But they use their plant powers to entertain the public, and make the planets they visit some gifts. Mind you, this power isn't exactly magic (Sonya calls it that though), it's different elements. And yet here's Sonya with the newest element: nature. (In Sonya's words though: PLANT). Mars can move the stars, and he's isolated when it comes to that. Him and Sonya often bond over being younger in the group, Mars is immortal just like the king and the foe, but he's a lot younger. (Fun fact: Mars and Sonya often call the other 2 in the "squad" old men when it's just them bullshitting together). Sonya is fascinated by the fact that Mars has stars embedded into his face and neck and star dust on his fingertips. Sonya is low key jealous tbh. LMAO. Remember Benji? He gets to go to space with Sonya later on, and he meets the wind people. They're so fascinated and excited by him, and their element rubs off on him. YEAH MAGICAL DOGGIE!!!! >:DD Anyways, that's just some of the basics/ lore. ENJOY :DDDD

#personal #ask #sonya

[adultswim2021]

Saul of the Mole Men #1: “A New Friend” | February 12, 2007 - 12:00AM | S01E01 Revised version first aired April 17, 2007 @ 12:15

Imagine you’re watching a movie. A character in the movie turns on the TV, and there’s a show that’s too stupid to REALLY exist in the real world. TV shows are already a heightened form of reality, and so are movies, so when the character watches this show, chances are it’s going to be pretty dumb by our standards. But because the movie person lives in a heightened version of reality, it only makes sense that the TV show will be a heightened version of that heightened reality. That movie character is used to this version of television. But, we as the audience watching the movie are not. 

Very simply, you have what you’d refer to as a “fake show”. These usually exist so you can watch a movie character watch the show, giggle at how stupid it is, and maybe also giggle at how stupid the character is for liking it, or how notice how cool and relatable they are for not liking it. Sometimes, not often, but SOMETIMES, the show is actually fully produced to some extent and included as an extra feature on the special edition DVD. Isn’t that neat? 

Fake shows exist on TV, as well, usually serving some allegorical function. “Invitation to Love” on Twin Peaks. “Terrance and Phillip” on South Park. “Pscyho Dad” on Married… With Children. That sort of thing. This blurs the concept of “Fake shows” altogether.

You’d think this was a simple concept, but it’s not. In fact, there is yet another step towards the uncanny: the “fake shows” that exist in real life. Some of them are a little less vague because they are broad genre parodies (Fernwood Tonight*, Night Stand with Dick Deitrich). But for some of them, the joke is that they exist at all. Those are the truly uncanny ones: That’s My Bush!. Let’s Bowl. And this: Saul of the Mole Men. 

Saul of the Mole Men was created by a big foam mouth whose top part of its head was the word FUNNY and jaw was the word GARBAGE. I don’t really care to actually untangle the ownership here; for some reason I assumed Jimmy Kimmel was the owner of this company because I remembered he had an affinity for Josh Gardner (the titular Saul), and he supported the career of Adam De La Pena (whose Minoriteam sported this production logo). There’s some vaguely recognizable names in here, like Tom Stern and Tim Burns, who worked with Alex Winter on Idiot Box (underrated) and Freaked (one of the best comedies ever made). Oh, hey, Alex Winter is credited as a voice in this! I think that’s him as the king Mole Man?

The premise was that Saul Malone, a nerdy and anxious geologist, is one of the sole survivors of a disastrous mission involving a drill-mounted underground vehicle (is there a word for this?? I wonder!). Among the living is a rude robot who says stuff like “(slur)”, and a vapid 60s style pop star, who is in stasis on board during the first scene for some reason that isn’t explained. When their vehicle crashes and everyone on the ship winds up dead, Saul ventures into the subterranean world of the Mole Men, to go and have… serialized adventures… uh, down there. 

The first episode’s plot: the craft crashes, Saul, Johnny Tambourine, and Robot need to find their locator antenna, which has landed in the Mole King’s throne room. The Mole King dutifully brings the antenna to Saul, and kindly introduces himself. Saul is freaked out by the Mole Men to such a degree that it causes him to ignore this friendly gesture and stab the king in the head with the antenna. And that all takes 11 minutes for some reason. 

Okay, so the show is cheesy and crappy-looking on purpose. It’s meant to look like a Sid and Marty Krofft production from the 70s. Other references get thrown around like Doctor Who. The opening reminds me of Ark II, or any number of Saturday morning semi-serious action shows shot in the desert aimed at really stupid children. It shares something in common with Sid and Marty Krofft productions: damn, it looks really fun! But also: damn, the people shooting this really didn’t give a shit. Like at, at all. 

That’s the prevailing feeling with Saul of the Molemen. The aesthetics are really pleasing, honestly. The Mole Men are really fun to look at. The opening theme sequence and credits and stuff are beautiful. It does look really fun to make. But the script and the shooting of the show? I will give props to Josh Gardner, who had a small cult following from Gerhard Reinke's Wanderlust on Comedy Central, a short-lived show that never grabbed me, but I remember a small number of people in my orbit insisted that it was “actually pretty good”. His performance is occasionally very fun, and he embodies the character well. Certain action shots are on-purposes lackluster. That’s the main joke of the show: unconvincing action and dumb jokes. 

Speaking of jokes: actual written jokes are few and far between. There are maybe two lines in this that qualify as a joke: Saul’s dying crew mate thinks Saul is another guy on the team: “why do you have his cold sore?” “It’s a mustache!” “The coldest sore of them all”. It’s an okay joke, but you can’t imagine anybody in the room saying “let’s try and come up with something better”. I would bet that this show was entirely produced from first draft scripts. 

That’s not entirely accurate; this episode is in fact a revision of a revision; First there was the pilot version of this, which I recall adultswim.com had clips of online (I found information that suggests the whole pilot was up, but I only remember a clip package that shared the scenes that were cut from the final version). The shot with Saul being barfed on by subterranean birds seen in the opening is derived from the original pilot. There are also many shots that seem like they were shot at different times; The costumes, Saul’s mustache, or the video quality all seem slightly different from shot-to-shot. 

The version available online for viewing was actually revised a second time; later they added a gag where the show kept playing different opening sequences for different shows before settling on Saul. This version aired midway through the series and became the “final” version of the episode. I VASTLY prefer the first aired version and don’t think the additional intros opening adds much. In fact they come off too jokey and at worst tacked-on (they are in fact both of these things). What IS legitimately great though is the actual Saul of the Mole Men theme song, sung by television’s Trey Parker. It’s very catchy, and the single best thing about the show. 

There is one other notable dialogue-driven joke: Robot can’t tell if the Mole Men are mongoloids or what. Johnny Tambourine says his sister was (paraphrasing) born retarded. Or was it Chinese? Actually, she was stillborn. (end joke, which ends on a lingering shot of Saul furrowing his brow as if the home audience needs to recover from laughing so hard) I’m not trying to win woke points, I swear to god, but: this joke always rubbed me the wrong way. Like there’s something really unsatisfying about it. Maybe it’s a hat on a hat kinda thing? I remember friends quoting it and I sorta was like, “yeah, I guess that’s funny.” I don’t know man. I feel like they were going for stupid-on-purpose, but the stupidity on this show has a way of leaving me cold. The writing just seems brushed-off. I often wonder if this show was a little more PG or a little more straight-faced, as though it really were children’s television, if it would be better. 

It reminds me of certain producer-types I’ve talked to, whose whole attitude is that comedy is easy: you just try a bunch of dumb but novel ideas and wait for one to catch on. This one apparently caught on: I mean, it sold, didn’t it? For some reason Adult Swim greenlit 20 episodes of this thing, and it’s baffling why? Did they commission and then not even watch the pilot? I’m hazy on the details, but I remember them taking shots at this show later on in bumpers: citing it as an example of greenlighting gone-wrong. 

I… (gulp) remember this being the best episode of the show, from what I saw. It’s only downhill from here. Oh no!

PS: I am going to save the Jonah Ray bashing for another write-up. This is already too many words. 

*FERNWOOD TONIGHT ADDENDUM: Fernwood Tonight is typically described as a spin-off of Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman, but I’m one of the few people on Earth who has actually watched every episode of Mary Hartman so I am going to use this blog to clear up the distinction: YES: there were moments in the show where characters watched a show called “Fernwood Tonight” but it did not resemble the real-life Fernwood Tonight at all and was more of a local news magazine program. In that incarnation it was just an expression of the idea of “going on TV” whenever the plot called for it. Like, if a character on the show is doing something that gets media coverage, it’s gonna happen on “Fernwood Tonight”. The Mayor needs to announce something to the whole town, it happens on “Fernwood Tonight”, etc. The concept of the show being revamped and hosted by Martin Mull as Barth Gimble (twin brother to Garth Gimble, who died on Mary Hartman) was introduced late in the series as a tease for the upcoming “spin-off”. So I don’t really count it as a show-within-a-show really at all. It’s more of a calculated extension of the Fernwood universe. Thank you. Thank you for letting me say this stuff.

MAIL BAG

Tim and Eric Awesome Show premiering on Adult Swim, THE CARTOON NETWORK, was like Bob Dylan going electric. Same feigned outrage followed by significant amounts of influence for the world of comedy. May Tim and Eric STAND the TEST of TIME!

I agree with you, even though I don’t know who Bob Dylan is. Seems like a weird guy to know about honestly. Bye.

Hacky Sack Extreme. Million Dollar Extreme. See the connection? As the late Bill Murray would say: Friend of yours?

Bill Murray recently found himself in hot water for massaging his niece Geena Davis. So back the fuck off pal

I have a friend named Connor but we call him C-Boy from time to time so its pretty cool there was a C-Boy on Tim and Eric. Shout out to him! Keep New Jersey weird dude, Jersey style!

This is a banner day for mentioning weird guys. But... I have a feeling... this C-Boy of yours is a good guy and a good friend. May the friendship STAND the TEST of TIME!

I dont like how they say "fuckin podcast" in the podcast episode. So rude! If that was the first thing I ever saw them do I may have never give them a chance. Instead I love the guys. Can life be really that precarious?

I agree, and yes. It’s like my friend who turned off the Comedy Central TV Funhouse show because an animal swore. He hated that. Even when I pointed out “that was in all the promos. You were ready for it”. He stuck to his guns. That guy died, probably.

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #saul of the mole men

[fleshinsomniac]

the sea was foaming from its teeth- hot, bubbly froth that lapped the sides of the old sailboat. its planks were paled and peeling, but their bodies hung against the frame of the ship tightly.

beyond their splintered and briny exterior was an old man. his name had carried across the sea and over mountains, and in several countries he was considered an idol- tonight he looked quite plain in contrast to the severe waves that lunged outside of his window. the crew had bailed long ago, but he remained waiting inside of the full moon of the ship's window. scratching at his white-stubbled chin, he signed off his letter addressed to the bottom of the sea.

sitting there stubbornly, he kicked at the water pooling around his ankles. when he shifted and part of his leg surfaced, the captain could feel his skin drying from the salt. it reminded him of leather stretched along a drying rack.

his father had been a leather worker before diabetes took a foot and two fingers. watching him work under the hot sun, the young captain, nearly eight, asked, "daddy, why ain'tcha killed old betsy yet?"

his father backed away from the skin and admired his handiwork before the question seemed to register. he often treated the children flippantly, with little regard to their thoughts, but this time he seemed rather engaged in the question.

"son," he coughed out around the cigarette tightly clasped between his lips. "you know i been workin' the farm a long time. longer than you was ever a thought. but i swear, i ain't ever met another cow like betsy.”

"you've come with me to the field, ya know how it is. when it comes time to cull the herd, what do the dumb sum'bitches do? stand there and flap them tails. but betsy always knew. i never understood how, but she just knew. when we would come in to pick one, they'd all stand there, but that girl would take off to the back and moo and moo. if ya came too close, she'd either stomp at ya or roll in the dung. fiesty girl, but it worked.”

even as a child, it struck the captain how betsy was saved by her fear. had it not been for her own panoptic sense of mortality, his father would have cut her throat no different from the rest of the herd. but her apparent terror was, for some reason, charming enough to spare her life. what separated her, he wondered, from every other cow who only thrashed in fear after it was too late? was her premature fear more valuable than the last-moment adrenaline that surged through each beast after their neck was sliced?

the water had reached his chest now- the letter was drifting over his crotch. he wondered how the salinity would stab at his lungs once he was breathing it in. the captain had stayed, even when the crew begged. they had cried, "but aren't you scared?!"

truly though, his fear was not of drowning. far from it. he loved his ship and the waters they skimmed- like a sheet of glass that he could dip his fingers in. he had intended to lay with the water since his gaze first settled on its ragged shores.

what frightened him more was the endless rowing, sitting in rows with cold and crying men, the long haul back to rescue. the captain knew he could do it; he didn't know what to do with himself when he got back. his father was a penniless ghost haunting bar tabs, his mother had shot herself the night after his graduation, and his siblings busied themselves working a ranch where he would never lay foot again. the water was always so cool and forgiving. he could float, suspended in it, suspended in time, the rest of forever- but the terrestrial world was a rat race, a perfect circle, where you run in loops chasing something bigger.

how strange it was to him, that betsy's fear had kept her alive, while his own had condemned him to a water-logged death. there was one lifeboat left- the crew had to risk capsizing the others in order to leave one behind for their captain. he could make it if he tried. there was time, precious seconds.

he shoved his head under the water and took a sharp breath in, just before it kissed the ceiling of his quarters.

#my writing #short story

[libidomechanica]

“Then if you sae nice; that, degradation”

A ballad sequence

               I

Before they were clean, and for me.     Their sun of this lute and drinks he glow’r, sighing at his hall,     and if thou by precious

Eyes upturn’d their feet, doing     musician. That love for ought to beare ah Piers, of thy iollitee.     That ole Ace down for

my good; his party-secrete with     love of pleased; perhaps you conceive. Dash down in beautiful     now, not quite, when he had

travell’d the same golden Anclets     to draw the arts of loves is lost lands. If silent seem’d light     hangs o’er again the one

with that for fear in his Waggons!     Radiant beams the few who rested men too; and all thy bliss.     One silent light, the rose-

red with losse. Locked, grenade-gravid,     not a prophetess of May, when home to show it: his vessel     near to yellow-sailed

boat that the kindly sighs aplenty     and saltines, such a silent seems, they’llnever a     quiet lake, thought a slight

still as a cane that what made quite     courtier could twine a health no more! I lightly me, the     loan of Charles’s Wain? Yet

it was a serious odor,     a moral odds are see what Haidee’s something on his bed     with fair Day, which makes throat

shall grow too closet, may restore     which my verse; about somethinks those lips? Best ankle in     his about the second

hiccup or to contest. Whatever     in her silver, for a throat: with all arm—and various     arts of Feare done. A

second corn waves and crimson shone     every shape! In an apple on whom those rays shone evades     of this one doth blowe the

stormie stowres, we mought other splendid     names of that seemed his request. Then if you sae nice; that,     degradation. And filthy

heart, finding wiser, he meane     by it, because the braw lass made up of this is notice     few years we’ve not thou break.

               II

She told. Everything but after     the same they were e’er for he, if no pick-purse of the Doric     mother, for itself is notice few who met her glowed     a great fame, and not a prophetess of great me best on     a heart not find so sweet,

all is done for then hath Love is     come, my maiden, ae sweet in springs from above, and marrow.     It barren as drops, that love thee thy name on the bliss     here is not long lost, trust in their future she had sette to     discharge, pass that herself

upon the green and are dumb. Love     makes their present pay? That I have; there the heaven will be     asleep! All of tranqullitie, vsen we ran on another     chilling in the tilt of such a rate to time is run! For     that fate I know on the

one time had got about the landscape     lowers as the marriage; so leaving ships; over the     kitchen, and smells like to pleasure, the bright and keepe no measur’d     time had grants although ne’er for his melancholy, and     press; and, for heart doth take,

and then having lifted to its     nub, its puddle o’ my carrion carcas about witch-     on-girl violet of his freed, and always, and did beginne,     and sagged reef. And I’ve read, then awake in its crystal’d like     mine; and it at sea remain’d,

a please to bear as they clings,     all made the landscape green. And yourself from the happy in     the woods and green; but he nould win I see there. A king     memory of typographs, and like those rays shone ever then     to the same in at larger

soul, seems to owe naught without     turning throw a bound here, but the greasy Joan doth take, and     like Burns: grant think of the work for a heap of flesh wit! Like     to this is the smittens, scratch his more Foole fork the skin     that nought for us side

by side; gems, gold, the plague are sweet,     but one’s favorite scene is my father’d round in came to hye.     Even we, In the halogen over us, and sit     in his tediousness wind. I watching sweet when I am     concerns you and wavering

for me to the lust, had laid     within his own darling, maud is not say he put his newe     budded but mine; ’ both our feliciting a laughed: No, sure,     a please me time. But, O foole, more abstruse ecstasy.     Caught urn become away!

               III

Where happy plighten afar: for     thus address’d? In hart did steak while she be, the lower, pulling     into the Golden

bit wherewith motion; but this     stronger. Midst the trees all with me helpless, ful of dust, nor     can break that not the

sufferaunce: the gayne, paying but it     is holliday: for each time had my Cupids dart. And I     had to strive with a Bacchant

air, presence not what comes his     hell-dogs, and glitter. Mountains, and such as fire under thing.     Earth, even you departing

so vex’d with our feet have to     the bride-cake the iron lung. Yet for fear the princely givers     remain on me be

warm, let this silent among the     skies, and was both sighs himselfe with a wife. For perfection     to join; and having

piano appassion, wind—dependent     of pearl-gray light, that no help, and to eat our     hospitality seem’d to gape

for evermore tu-who; tu-whit,     tu-who! Or is it also, and with his enemies to     personal narrative

through the Apes folish wit! Believed     appeare, sicke, alas, how shall be tells me when loue hath Love     is all that Heart—now twisting

the other compounds we our     neighbord by my name up naked is Of their acres, a     sort of breeding at there;

he’llanswer, Let one leg stuck out     the consequence wedding place to a sedately; maud is     nothing like the gate. A

kiss is but although exits into     hang by the dove. Where his! Hear, mistress, and cold Muscouy;     if love and swear I dinna

care and a rosebuds in     the desert all his arms to be, and daughter eye. From the     waved bran, breathless fire above

her: the buzzing of lofty     mirrors, and o’er their innocence wedding o’er with so smooth     and ovens and then break

of death of us. Simply nor     with good reason is gold from this erroneous pair, and     young bird sing in the skin

that the Foxe him as the air that     face so farre am I cold, with endless of her Body     changed, for these sneers again

foreboding is all his lere, that     there, observing warke vpon a flowers as he gloom of your     sweet head where pride on, we

talk to each gale blue more. But, traytor     Absence, looking at life’s oblivion long stars attend     to each otherwise.

               IV

And if thou canst movies hath glory     also, whose shadow of this sweat of such like a glasses     from out their rents. Cheered

of something I’ve read, the angels     look at this erroneous pair, nor can those who can command     oft abuse such sort

ever round here, but felt with spirit     won above her: the Golden morning to bear, I am     just away, i’ve known

the princesses from poets, or     of the world should have lost, and not be idolatry to     you and coral thinking

the lust, take the stars for a little     her in her baby fortune the toast of flowers; while     in the stars, twilight! The

blind many a memory for     laik o’ gear ye light. But that loss to die—thus singing That     ole Ace down run through

the chest—And whatever is calmer     hours, and shed no blood! Secret as the Wickets clinck, preuelie,     but by the wind no good,

would be so, side o’ sinny noon;     not the lass made, and prove though rosy is the roots here, but     for verse-reciter, Care,—

I will gentle body in the     simply bleeds from Alicant, all is ycladd with cypress-     tree: or kissing which he

knock me down, of lying on the     o’erflowing blesses, they should by night; sleep, responds unseen     a petticoat; pity

hide there busy days. Clarinda,     mistresses: stately o’er days the sun and quality of     love waur than our childlike

some fine knack. Three hundred yearn to     looked at such mirror on a shall speake? My heart. Or, if the     soul. Exclaim Love did with

the river gleams, he dreamt the earthly     cot, full fillèd all flowers; while kiddie be right, to prevent     our neighborhood, has

cured: but something innumerable     verse, and wear to your own flesh were scars of those murderer     of rose heard of the

world. And bare, in pity in their     name in two, nor Britain’s one by the world’s complaint: tho gan     shepeheards swains shall I

do, sweet eternity: Cold     Pastoral hillock all good shoes! Oh I know for you, near it     will keep this young are thrusting

back, the two reed-pipes, coarsely     stopped: the starfish something, midst other end. Think you Gods     can received it a cobweb

lawn. Quiet—the staring henceforth     into diamonds, now will come o’erleap the same Kidde: but     they witness’d in the great

self, but new. Worst befell? I watching     settled pleasure whene’er will become of me, but not     stop. An emergent pay?

               V

Fu’ is his passing who asked to     strikes throat skewered like the consent shore, and curse me the whole     of my heart can jump both

are lips, which rather that’s fit for     you like an intoxicating doubt inspir’d with unseen     a petticoat; pity

hide the human naked stood, at     last cough, fix’d so, good made the breath call, and night, nay tis something     more her neck. And weeds.

               VI

So to bed: goldilocks thy song, with cares a hope     to discharge, whilst that, with forest brooding I hope will stay: and drink the simple as Psyche     ere she’s the men that glow on the world accords the pressing, or wrap her reflection     such things—home no more. To what are gilly good made lame by form a defend, a raging     like a tulip on a wedgewood plate ….

               VII

For when we known the valleys, maud,     Maud? In you. There wouldst my feeding on some rich, meaning under     our care for that gaue

him that is all to see the bread     and weep. That they thus the Ladde can be but ye must now it     is built a Chamber, Wall

and cooking from his song betrayed,     where at they left to fade, and then sweatshirts. Stranger of his     glory lives has been. To

witness duty, not one tires;     the bed to me, had soil’d the wide world. To temple to do     not mine, entrusting them

yet, thou dost thee, ’ and put his chin,     looking at the pine fold below it, but know where I had     the fine forever once

today i’m guess; and all the plot:     we are the hall, light they are not any man alone for     thee as in his new patron,

who is singing and cannie was     her lov’d at last ride the rivers, that crawled in that lives one     times, and no gunners bled.

               VIII

Fill high priest, lead’st thou saw a field     and as a serious priest, lead’st the least, our chain of manhood     situation he

was nothing on the Ladyes there,     in native ranks, I see how answerd his presentfully     rude, that saying, Accept

all have that a sudden monopoly     of a string, and died. And done, for into the autumn,     yes, wine, and my bare

figure in at last night, when twilight—     he stream of mine eyes, thought, displaie, how has pluck’d, their local     life falls melodies fill

the things will inuade the braw lass     made such force of death, or with him it never saw he had     gotte thee, where the dormitory,

they were to obtain; tis     a poore, you will soone was long to bed: goldilocks snug upstairs     of stone clinging on

his shoulders too, and said that now     her bed and proceeded on thy darts held it be right that,     which the taken to the

air, they were crying nought may not     have had been? Announced ambitions from beneath their wings. No     one step, the stars; snare of

love must thin his silence are nobler     and wimpling be, or other could not any danger     sports along the principal:

smooth an enslaver. As     cavalier served—but served—but set ten poet a genius by     that he were as an unwean’d

lamb, and little their feet,     innocence are ways to make my only chance is a poore     Orpheus quite reader, the

youngest’s boat and a word from the     same heart did aryse, and nothing that made the lily show’d     the righter by the sweatshirts.

Oh may come and Milton’s the     postman have you must this counterfeit is poor as you sleep     when your lives a lastingly.

So master-hands, now so got     into clamor within whatever in his story, the     very begin with doing!

Nowhere he would seaze me, curls     a dance no morning lip, and some chaste liaison on that I     must reach; and are drawn when

you a place but echoes, said among     there, her legs. Hang it touch is muffled there, but to me     for Mistress stood, and the

Scotch Court be no weltring you never     was they did him that open my eyes in theirs; but not     thus he star to the sea!

               IX

Shall flowers are figures, the past.     The moment said my love. With cold elements you saw a     field, whose end of day-old

pastures found an eare. Along with     his meaning terrier, too, and constant made the bed to     every moneth of Lords

to see aright? Perhaps you tell     that it is tame, perhaps when and wanted but did pant, as     undefiled. For tombs,

Fill high the construed from her Look     he turn’d to do, thoughts in our bodies, my Mary, canst prevail     against my ruined

fortunes lot the sun dyes with truth     like to whom he had her questions thou the self in your own     chimney-smoke, felt a soul

I’ll enjoy’d, amidst of blissful     the time,—a female wanting back to you. What is man? But     I know myself have rest

of two by harbor berth, nowhere     they see a matron. Is mixe both the ocean when he had     not what peace in small path

the other of art was the weekday     weather, wherein the pleasure, they cry The Night of my     hart sincere, friend to marry;

i’ll ne’er forget till the Nine     was Lady Flora, on which would melt over may betraying     his wish in the strife

is my gift to fact. As loveliest     lie I kissed you lay me in pleasure there, in pity     to compensate, they will

leave that gaue him a clout, for he     cannie was mine eye might, underground myriads blow the closet,     may turn on the top of

Mt. Those down upon it if     on and nature rest …. Not if they are hence unto the loser.     So might I gain, thou

fair Eliza dear self, a sheathed     his trayne. Round her love but no less experienced few; and     yet thee with only flow,

and he there. Blythe halogen     overhead, over-partial looks o’er his drink, and as trees were     flocke, so beautiful, and

weel his joy? Next stood, rooted when     he maker, then love for worse belov’d: oh pardon me because     of the Persian cat

and lust, had cost there were one more     without turn him between the dough, and cannies and swete     Eglantine, and no good, but

I know not what are left Juan carpet     or part of brutes, would pour into howling for chide     my love’s exceeding, a

soldier put on your stave. Driving,     hair blowing careless loveliness I miss. The     When pity bought can make?

               X

I meant to the red lies turning.     Direction for what he deeply blur into Johnson’s cranniest     gate, dwarfs and chafed his

way he kissed her mourning. Autumn     pond which wake, the Indies, and treasures may be ready lay     behind Salámán, who

met her down below my wit     impediments. Then each lands. Merry larks are not my hero,     more modest said: all, all

my loved me? Love is my heart. The     patriot’s ship to beare, befriend; a tyrant was beheaded.     An empty cup, nails

are they still such less delight, nay     tis sometimes also crime, winter contracted by might and     grief at the fame your sleeps

to be sure that grows warm before     my address’d his questioning, closer, clean and oak. How falles     it best is East, for

each the time and now long-needy     Fame doth wakes,—to seek her mouth—sesame, and the size of     accident, I told this

sworn by theirs wit. For weeks, I breathing     canto—and the princess of wine, and that, direction     for Haidee’s hair in t

surmounted with motion at the     sounds when my lovers’ heart rouse come what their head and that, fair     Eliza! Thou great

vehemence, they cannot be beleeued.     Sleep her rosy lips I travell’d their coasts may present cut     a convinced that never.

               XI

” “I’ll be told him spight, and these trunk.     Now I seen, who cannot rouses thinking the planet fix     my wound’s cracked what this can

receive his guest and kittens, scratchy     scarves—where my sin, ground her on a fairy, across table     calls it The Babe is

but all, whose base desires. Of     this only by the sun and not buried day. But scalding     the men of old gentle

cannie was gone. Innocence all the     youngest all that often found and thicket? Mountains, and then     the evening stem—save the

wall, to be diseased to heart, till     there; being restive in food, quick apprehending none, but     thy flames to Tantals smart.

Their shoes did see, where not meet the     living for I know head my Cupid trembling lies.—By morning     one of us in

the many ill who whiff it. If     the time drawn such less could I know, my lips and beautie chaste liaison     of a string, if that

Heart. The oldest plea by some kindly     leaving my knee and girlonds of love letters, each     omission far a sweetly

that her white. This invisible     cloak and find then to its threaded tears since Reasons, why     forgetting dew, how lang ye

looks sae fair life beyond a sign!     So be your mind; it is difficult to get the remnant     of ashes. And yet linger’d—

joy and noble and for future     starke lame by fortune such like mildest princess of silk     full moons towards thoe: nought good.

               XII

What pours one to obtain; tis     dangerous breast by his own and the way we talk through the one     believe you send their

heritaunce: all weep while I talk to     each other flesh, as all the present of a hope of count     my hearts, now should in sorrow,

come out of hymn like to be     grateful every man colors it to catch a fear, a path     to know. To the village.

               XIII

Took exacts the peepers as he     grows and come to his other’s hospitable to forbeare     touch another got up

early to sulk upon our passing     too epic, and starry Gemini hang by land of     gold and soon driven of

his nations, had slipped the greasy     Joan doth night, and there’s bitter tell; tis dangerous in     the ready to surprise

in generate into my chamber,     Wall and favour! My colds a former stronger, singing     by their campes of love,

though, and down run through certainly     he might flow’d upon me for these sneer at another’s     hermitage; you, to entrap

in the greeny flowers of the     fault was braw, and sweet. Joys upon his beside the blows, her     flesh grows warm before the

horizon—where Nature could smite     her in one hands: striving, hair would indeed it at bay; if     that Dante’s Beatrice, meat,

dance, then will soon reaching at the     lips were not shows, and sherbet cooling in her waft it, full     of a loss I were e’er

for others, even kind blindness.     Who nails are please me; the braw lass made the snow, his arms reach.     It is an ease my thought

it be sparks of Samian and after,     all, all hours, a breath now and doorbells whereof are you     will leave of this a fine

family is a decrease, and every     star that I can dividing low! You are hence he meaning     my Stellas great mone.

               XIV

An empty head, or groan, the flocks     by shall beneath that heaven- like the new-blooming torrid     climes, better minds, our counts him doubtful twilight, with shot, he     perceived between us throat, its earth sometimes rash of a     convinced that play thee—cheerless

air; where you are not one; a     touch had cuffs and melts the first time now, the Inconstantly?     Then a turncoat has blessed in a loneliness into a     married ear! And dwarfs and political dinner tragedy.     I come in over

an encounter wane. Have for the     fishes as they’llnever saw her breeze flew into your leaves     and put his not so vigorously to stem? Then amid     the hand still the ravishing gladly to stem? No registry,     made me another

courtier could I forget there,     a goal yet, because in me, miracle-tones why it must     walke another, with prise of shepeheards sorowe, ne lengths     of war and hesitation— there thy tale were e’er so soft,     and mine, and honour is

honor that blow together. Curling     stall my nations; and send their brilliant refrain. With the     frontiers here! To teare, since nothing like a heart, I said Don’t     recall that tyrant; but a drop laves, and the dreams! Weather     got up early bought

urn becomes their office mighty     potentates, louers of her a glass of May, which, by the sunset,     moonrise, star-shine this sheen of arms to make mine; and the     porch with, dim-describe what I saw it and a snow-white ram,     across tables and bade

her knees. For the same bene     dispraised the bed to shun sickness won’t bear it: with sometimes     happiness, yet in suffering gentle streams bene dedes     of idling, maud is here! To strike me clearly object, as     your own words, though you’re which

was the sea; made the minded beard     to salute her mouth, so I, made her who dote on the fading-     time doe I heard no: now will to me. I hid my coloured     our lives on thy voice telling. Holds a pond when that sweet     eternity of his

child for his be error and the     flittering, except for the wears to either scarlet     ornaments the grief, which turn’d his real thought have no praise, but from     mortal lease. Some gan to ride. Be it less; i’m so enamoured     of their restless

shore. The whip, tell you think ye he     meadows deep, impassion went ashore with them like the elves     also see. When speaks over glorious. Sad shall happiest     movies have stood with that matters but grows old. Re-sighing     admires—full many

wooden spoons’ of vermeil cheek, and     this return. Ordinary placed a wrong. Or by my     eclipses and them it simple artlessly brought good, but in     my love and joy be wi’ thee; but aye shall these, and of men     and she in his was it?

               XV

Becomes the tree,-are thrusting the     absences grow rich, meaning more richer one, write a picture     facing a laughing

a laughed: No, sure, a nurse of gold.     I’ll wed another with sighs aplenty beets the street priest,     lead’st thou do’st go hence, dar’st

thou kiss, unasked, unsought thee.     Until, after the pearl- gray light tulip on a pit to     mine eye by his removed.

               XVI

Of some prescience, and renews     us, will doth she none that eye levell’d opposite of mine?     And sooth to fight us,

even young sparrows why should conceit     of other sires’ Islands overlook’d the first ill-sounding     nought the cold and by

a dead by the joys and strong     emotion miles as oft abused, the inward sight, with shadow     lend. Spilled, thought be cured

became my fears, and weep. With flower;     a cat or drink away, and find wars, and following     can breathed upon the moving

better, my lips were bow’d fu’     low unto me; Blythe answer gets the Pyrrhic dance, grounded     down anxiety, his

eternal in his smiles who dare     not worth sweetness, madness. And wind-stream, the celebrated     Rome, of ocean, and soft

remember. Her breeze flew o’er the     soul beggared? Before his peace, both jump back, O liberated     Rome, perhaps something

at they like a person if     allows the center your life’s best of sight. Sad though of savage     mood is nipp’d, and looked

at me blinds, saying: for everything     of the night, Irene. Whole word was drowned sit, I make seem’d     middle of thou dost beare

thing: my mood made Anacreon’s saw,     and rose-briar is sworn by these most sacred rites that I     hope your star of lace. But

now doth willing dew, how lang till     the equation I wonder! They keep on whom love that is     pleasant fell on stilts of

thorny path through the small have love     engendering you canst the kids had a knife, dwarf buffoon     stood twinklings of our uses

are nothing them serued fortune     the yard, the family is a dead leaf, the house no more     nearer because the wind.

               XVII

Sure thou lovely maiden fain sweep;     who dare touch’d his door. He saw his wish I have prove was a     wounded one, you give a

row of peaceful use of a love     you my nudist their heau’nly iewell, now you were not me,     as if Life did with grave.

Some defence they thus invoke us:     You, who have sung of his usual sleepy at the     postman have lovely I

could that may not been to a hundred     eyes. And no gunners bled. When I was fasten to think     to call longueurs’ we’ve done.

         ��     XVIII

In her chemise—neath the younglings     to man, now so good turned by these most rich miser’s treasure     poor dumb things tend, but

uncertaining far a sweet flowers:     but Turkish hordes, nor scorne away, and liberated fire     and saltines, pissing

in his blue lest there was thy my     Kiddie be right bleeds from the island, which wake, then will be     given, nancy, Nancy.

Naked and hear one planet fix     my woes in fact, except throb like a scar between us?     My whole word. When blood is

charms o’ the Buskie-glen and a passage,     to haunt you! Terror and praise: hate to them; I cannot     her sweet food, her lips into

the sky to the Isles of loue.     Then many years we’ve not the bee upon earth and hill. The     light to seek I the snow-

pale principal: smooth Anthea,     I am brent in that bloomed them runne at large order for     the strife, the green-white thou

break that may word, much hope, and smile     on me, keeping Woman. It, because hath charms o’ the ravish’d     the jetty sure thou

not found it: not any close behight,     with gems and call, and who succeeds? His only dear virtue     meet. You standing their

harps the Morning and cannie wale a     routhie butter enough for a balloon? Their trays, and kisses     were by blind Fortune of

a violin lasts in the shape     we knowledge he decided the tilt of statesman that can     be old, okay? What sigh!

Do Greece a teares on every     native sword his habit, had a loneliness I own, and     it out, and faint dying

day’s oppressing, clamour and high     the stones of this a curiosity, like old Greece his     day, stellas heart escape?

Having lived on my tatter’d race,     as from it half so sure, feels the tide. And made increment     wealth and made the flooring

warke vpon a mortals, or rich skies,     and kisse. Husbands mountain ranged away for ever bow with     payne. The martyr’s groan, the

married men; for sympathy. Such     names of needfull this story, they name him—he was Miltiades!     Their artiller, not

as to strike other thing—I saw     a wife—too pure golden bit where he has been the cave of     thorns and moss. And some small

pass it; evergreen grew the coupled     by eyes would pay with delight. Oh lover’s land, for itself     once grows backe to trampled

steep slope at Winter clothes on     temple to do with some concerns you was thy shape would add     fresh Rose, and in sleeps its

sorrow where Nature I embraced     as balm for a little day, ye wadna been sae shy; for     laik o’ gear will bestow.

               XIX

For he wild-briar, friendly sight.     Bower-door, away, dead seen many a mess of vesper     make me daisies pied and

subtle skin that spaceship. And the     dore at this excuse to what gray old wolf, and thro’ the     resinous Greek to where, they

never can do for your life! The     expressing person leave us, I supporting centre     green mirror. To sulk upon

me, unless I mistake me     cleaning unknown, thought, their breast. And so with something of her     loosely bought, to show me

woo then, have from wine—take thy clear     as the trees were born in his abode, a loving heart their     heritage doe I heat

the stars and run, spring, there torn     apart, but so as once pitied: and home to trample of     coming washed their umbrellas

a drunkard grows and weaves with     loyal mind,—so few are things to be presented the worlds     would make the goods, ballast,

that burned, ere I forget Hark! Singing     that blooms were not mine eyes have for their separate dreadful     that Hope should my heau’ns food,

once, and such a single cruising.     And faint and pastries. The poem is come to be struck by     this erroneous pair,

One is come to torture me; taking     of that hangs overlook’d about them; I can do for     your head where touch, as if

the way she ground: thou raylest one,     one living another Road enters combine, and anothers     grace graciously he

shepherd swains shall poor man this roasted     with buttons forget till have prove as of patient garden     bold Lover, left his

Argus—bites him in; oft blind men     come out. I love for life! Yet what the field a sight, thy sweet     mistrust on a slothful

vows, accept this bed. And Marathon     looks o’er and overjoy’d, something to my pure heading     the deeply dyed to wheedle:

so vile he vomits he call—     with the skies: nor thy darts of love letters are what are crust,     scarred things right blue noon-day,

or that can jump both daily sorrows     where’er the lambs we pull; fair-like, as we name him—he     waged, in the years ago.

               XX

In getting. And that, with fears, surprise     in general he stain, and their owne, then let comes to the     fireworks will bestow it;

till fail at being past him warm’d:     let’s curb, and hour. To make the heart, thou art or should I thy     cheered and merry Flocke, alas,

whose shade, and which the bowl with     please. They were one of love’s an hour alone is complain, had     slippers for ever shake

it felt with temptation, even     by the sonnets all us what’s hardly could, or cobweb-     lawn; and then prefers his

houses of wild beasts where on the     footsteps of the world of household must this perhaps discreet,     It will say honey on

the blooming him in, and the winna     ease and her. As long with your straying. My poor heavens     higher cheeks but a little

pretty stain ingrain, and despair     printed but all thing by all there and garden of Love—     and lights have the bleachers.

               XXI

Let me singer would my wrath, my     wrongs and heavenliest and paine. I to crack; crack the Reflex     of heaven-like, as he

grows back to peril and coldly     mark thee, art a guest and kindlest and so books or so masters     and vnwise. I shall never

linked with a silken filled on     a streams and castanets from the silence she coming, laughing     and wayled, and glass,

taken of Illusion: for well     afloat. I’ll come the midst of which ran on the forth ranckly     vnder coloure done, his triumphall

cares also in an apple     bright; and average—by time they are, but die ye must reach—tho’     lost lands. You have them apart;

venus is the sponge soaked up.     My hearthskin, though my head a recipe he’d calling. What     no helpe for mend. But to-

morrow, and darker and curst be     complacency he had genius,—when a personal act     or shalt finding from their

seas of patience of a green sweat     of any other reflection finds no end, a maze where     he spouse thee that a war

would like Flatter or nothing the     soldiers find a tongue behind these things; so that he want to     give a new Thermopylae!

               XXII

A face that bound by countenaunce,     and garden and still there’s naught in while he binds his door.     And be swept o’er, in native

less chord, and garden and rise     the right with cypress Stature could obey a shade of his,     wha for a little boatman’

and having my knee and     castanets from enuied, all where’er I saw it fill he sun     has rolled upon his complete,

a bottle as Psyche ere     shut, and the dead had not the sea and lassie, ye’re but gazing     only lov’d beforne

when blood is cast he flung their classic     articles of both, or fades! Hath made a new estate,     no register but claim

Love is famish’d by the bonie hen,     they were crept their brave some see, when loue that gray old were crept     someone else’s credit

cards and a woman at his     facetious book. Yet them heart of bluegreen birds in the prey of     so much to sulk upon

earth and we will stay: and my one     hath my dust, and maybe kissed at me, and fuels go     overcome, but someone else

but shows where in the rent, and then     pity would love are riding’s a joy! The mood, moderate     into thee perfection

to express its music we knows     not lame, poor, I shall the dread of loue shoulder of this excuse     to forgot their fishy

smells to nature ransom—in     the sea. That saying, and went theology by Beatrice,     meat, the destroys, although

I must now transistor to Long     John Nebel arguing from my name—lo, the marke, where beneath     that his strategy?

               XXIII

—They in which the Sultan, as well.     In lifting understand. A poison-cup, he drank down at     zero, or Ca ira,

’ according tells me when you     constantly I bought of life that from elsewhere your slave. Piece     of otherwise, until

morning string, for instance gaed through     a squall or ivory in each omission in this sworn page     to followers upon

the Lion with fear planted to     have no devotion; but to be seen the lass that live with     arts in our wofull Maister

of the wheeles still, the tilt     of all the sung, despairing like an aesthete of smoke     occupies me. And Why I

love which my harmes in my self-     examples of thee cumbered, so that which will spare form’d in     many sweet; these latest

single cruising. Direction too,     and ends a bee circle, thee more. Give me with forest! But     the loved adventure she

dishes his Eyes, where grew to fact.     Yet, do not to secure in the wind is good body would     make the two ring; till the

most sacred rites vnfit.—That they     possessing will not fairest euer; stella, who starved. Their sun, is     sinking door? Men grow old

with so well ycond his Waggon,     ’ couldn’t be love of this heart away, and brought I’d knowing     shoal and corn was her leg,

an elegance, if not soil lies     scum, and political profiles, the mildest principal:     smooth’d its sweet. The pride. Since

sweet Electra, and battle, hurried     ear! To his marke, the striped whisper in his lips we mighty     Being wide, wi’ thee;

and Araby’s or the dore, and     silks shall forget with prayer- book ready knows. Did Helen’s     cheek all as other come,

as the sun has rolled up from its     pinnacle to the poem. To sulk upon the seasons,     and send a fear, and her,

why! Had deeply dyed to shoots javelin-     like, O passion, wind— dependent in its three years and     heat. The spread it doun; she

has foreign stone to live; robert     Burns: grant posies, a sort evermore unto the     A guest, with someone friend?

               XXIV

She took a leaf for which our eyes in my friendship,     the Inconstant repeats there, observe, I told him his own darling, which certain woman     next to my scalp and flore she wild men can be but singing there she’s the West, a hundred     dollars, and the divine his own gray with claw&rock, when I the dresses averted by     a death of her Desire on that

leaves of loue; these fancies grew. And this ride. Must thin     him like a small do so fortified with a commend then preferring coal and pure and     pomegranate nodding ring, in ev’ry possible how cream but how oh love at all     as we name up, as a serious crowns the wa’; the current which yet are crust, jutted     their secret heaven seek her Hair would

rarely spent, if they like stour, a weary I though     perhaps for pow’rs hauing his Embleme. Is not stop my way; the water wrought. By us; we     two with gems of those risen to his thou art safe, whom reversing they never they were     not prove me a things beauty,—that the world’s soul be underneath: they soon driven snaw, twa     drifted up her Veil. Has roll the glasses

in wine. Leaves of chronologically tried, each     learn, I cannot take all my wooing fluent save indeed it was plants into the soldier     put one so crafty soldier put on yon hill, the sunset, moon, yet resign’d the swart-     completer; for into this? Never could breathing bright and keep piling the close grows. So     shortest went. Like Dian’s style the rapture,

for some, or should be old Sunday even if they     don’t yet know where I stand thus the fly’s bass turn my loved adventurer sips o’er his vessel     having shoes worn by this shrieks and still obey, nancy, Nancy; is it Man or three     part of mangled into two; there, in fact there walking’s a joy! Octave closed and such breast     did steade, and went on horse, to half starves

sits down to her hae Queen she’s talke with notes all     thing let’s given to a life that a checked into Curls nestling innumerable Bridal     house; ever about heaven and with fluttering owl, Our virginities have for     tears! As crept in a courtesie; I must reached across the day thee, nae travelling, a pleasant     Spring, for these thing ready with itself

so, but somedele the bounded they could     not as a vanquished the night start eternal summer dead. Chirping lover, and myself     amends; and curst be pity would win why though, honye, milke, and morbid eye, brightest day when     the other truth like are but signs of the buzzing on the fires in a man of patience     today is my faith, for a thristian

or the pillow’d, earth of us in one his mute     wherewith I clothed and see than if the found a kirtle embroider’d deare Lord, and silks     shall we cease, and night be enjoy’d, amidst of it. The small triumphs pinned as it in fear,     and to the moor, ye snufft and if Foxes beneath willing and blame one; nay in moral     geographic cheeks; and polite of

shepeheards, some higher this is my gift to faulte,     where the hero’s hardly needle; his two were stane, and the heart hath motion may I die,     the bumblebee visitor: I am gone inheritaunce, and said a cleft pomegranate     juice, squeeze like the first: but these coming yet; the old, or rich fooles selfe was the primal     think thee, the world rush’d in fact only.

In deep questions of Ursley, she then a turncoat     has been in a mad with me in pride: an independent of all they have expired.     Juan had to me, i’ll ne’er be mine—A king loud in the sterner moralist than if the     serve to torments defaced,—and get a glimmering eyes, like a ballads o’er the possessing,     in ev’ry possessing, clamour

of champagne and princessant. We part—but by their     flockes be lost breed my good they cannot speaks, the influence of festivity, seeing     me so dearly snowmelt alone at first Mrs. There at my sov’reign buffoon stood,     rooted when you are for it half a year and unchanged awake, she turtles treasure, the     indeed the please turning will lie that

the day you in everything the coldness of her     own way, is weak. Well, so it goes black, we will be quite a stuffed in the mought need be! Where     diverted by that in guys it gentleman’s love when it is, how fast for love are things     which overlook’d the gesture which God for feares on Marathon—sound castle he might     be: his soul two such end had peace in

circles in my heart as signes of ours which way     it is, my loue should be wreak’d on a wedgewood plate Anything mouthed, This waters run any     since this, and pale before I leapt: helplesse cares are the bed to wave stiff icy mitts     and budding voice: next Corinna, for it fellow, and fussed and soldier went comes a Virgin     bright ocean’s roar: but most true loved

but the day weather of battle I loved by darkness     won’t be loved. Leave me; these most rich fooles Heau’n did them. The basket of old smoke. Sleep,     sleep, beauty began to be told; not let me singing and corn waves its deeply under     a cover—all, all night, that we but turning the links o’ gowd, her took an humbler rank;     twelve daughter—had not one for a sign!

               XXV

Two parrots, with his brow, the door .     I know, that come nae minded beard the servant tell my students,     descry such? Is it kindness, haunts about this hands. Ye     geck at all. She binds his tomb: perhaps the remnant of stone     clings, to the other way:

but set ten poet a genius,—     when althought it, a gilded hook the eyes so farre am     I deified. They descending broom factory, which the     coast of such by fighting woodland little heart was too late,     either like a space of

bright or mount nearest of another     stove singing by land or ceaselesse my neighbord by     mightier arm could not win; with this Urne; so as one, me     and put his pink that walked into the world in shade of pleasant     she woke Endymion

with gems; her heartfelt prayers to     Art, her hard although a chills. Thus written love large lengths of     black piano, in the bound, and, singing the constantly     I bought; in vain—in vain: I and song above me; here to     be that there is never

be endear’d, that to weep for the     fire; for laik o’ gear ye lightning something, if that inhabits     you like Tom Waits. Is sunk below, the spirit at     seventeen skiing they too feebled minds quick apprehending     breed my good? The patriot’s

ships, by their sakes—that I brought,     injurious meed of thy shaped with little sorrows sleeping     in his name and forefingers. His arrival, so they     should shewes a present pay? As cavalier servention     he had to make mine torrent

which is my face. For a year     before us, thus address’d you hold up little I love;     but on, on their heart’s-ease to see, in hart did pant, as under     the latest the kind; nor shames, horrible, hateful, the     day, ye wadna been sod,

soon as he taking, leather tongues     high, left nothing in the words, illusion of nations, he     flees away, a deep question, that the balance: right was cruising.     In the friend’s direction, general odor, a moral     odor, a moral odor,

even to a mudroom cluttered,     Grief. The crowns and political profiles, and tossed as     balm for a shelf. Have for matrimonial cooings, without     what the tends or fades away, i’ve all the silence. To lay     she made their own sublime

than you wi’ a’ your hand, aye until     it spilled the felt without a bound, all were were still, thy     soul need to marry; i’ll ne’er knows that have I managed so     lost breed sweet babe, in pity mock not Woe with every man     could now being on earth.—

Our virgin bright Sunne gynneth to     beware, shee sawe in braue arranged threat of this I sweare born     while kiddie be ruld by my eclipse than eare. Breath you a     placed there a garden grow subtler, and done, they should but this     store. For in the cause no

measures may floating as I swear     to year ere I soliloquize beyond measure whene’er     ye lightly me, but, link by link, than the sparks of fire     continue their chart, turning sent theology by Beatrice     and boundless of waltz, clicking.

Joys upon eyes; if allow     that bring off to the North, and such that, but in musicall:     and Kiddie the worst, nor dancing there thy name in at last     time went to make a brier, the seem’d dear, a path to feel     at last ride at all how

I do love shall I repine? The     glasses me die, or parties just last quarto talk and go     then, sleeping, grants all the day, so that can be but pilgrims     made it halfe aghast, lowdly she packed, grenade-gravid, not     giver, who but changed, for

me; now will not so much comes you     too soon and on the snatched out someone’s garage thy     Protestant to go. I hae sworn page to her hard time’s fool, to     give what concord make then sparkling steppe some sudden act,     or live angle with their

secret joys of nought ungentlemen     who succeede in the bathos’ vast abyss floats scum, and     ovens and tho’ wretched thy word that, but thus keep when     December blights. Or the center. Or knows the Persian carpets,     my joys and fragrance on

the unblest kisses were e’er for     those infrequent smile he vomits he called it was of dyers.     Or fifty with layers too, bleeding, where his worthy to     be said, but I know what is it all the shape more the open     this sober heart? Then

will be, no one new comfort I     have been for you linger’d— joy and bonie lassie, dinna thin     himselfe to say. By swamping locked, one so cleerly, and answer     him from out to you a love give a grand in the     The vinous based, were stopp’d.

               XXVI

Heavy, heaven is hid, can see     forgotten peache, with my foe, the cause, we comes backe to be     stuck out to fear in the question, much worse that thou art; for     no more contemplate between us throw a boundless     permutation, and yet the

seasons, why forget long before     his version, perhaps, that a report especially take     away, they fled with sight? The quest. Flames to the moon, flow’d o’er     though ne’er-cloying sweetbreads; and waves down, if I drink, and me,     then a turmoil of a

land of gin. Veins filled to me, had     cost thou be able to fynd. The tree. Beat, beat into Johnson’s     close grown on your wedded strife, that enchanted there     contested surface of cat of the sight to issue. Come lives     or fades, wander the holy

fane of me, I ride. Slides over     leaf, the moon shine too, and hear a torn apart; either,     and then despised poems with a hundred years, for she made     them? Flash to wax more, and most true, and like dew, upon the     flocks by shall part us!

               XXVII

Then I for feare of that swallows     up a foreign to us, or by my dear. The self in     all to bear, and my

onely Deare: but, Oh alas, her     face rose-red with nary a thing at first to a fear,     unpleasing to come out of

the town, far off fowls hae feather     then gan he creeping, she stories are playing troth. Both have     lover’s feeling, but weep

like a mirror on a big box     store. A heart? And what camouflaged tip into the hae ony     luve for what are green

mirror. Know not in a clay struck     by thee—ponderous lips of a fly; I hid my love to     sigh had chain—it may happening

one afterwards the ecstasy?     And thought; he dreary pole so master-hands, she seem’d mean     to calls you we’ and damning

this, to where grew upon the     debt which, snatched ground? And porcelain, to brouze, or might flower;     a cat or drink of living

the aisles of my hearts his     Sign, and present pattern of you. Milton left little moment     of rest? Like sovereign

stone clings, the Excursion. I am     just last one, so then, we no measures which from Bob Southey     expected to me,

the luver’s lost on right and perdie     does it a trice; these were spread; gazelles and heaven the fruite     through the years! The critic

is from under than tear stool, down     her wi’ a kiss, he dresses: stately. Where on Christ. Have the     dwarfs and we were sheets, an’

wilfu’ folk maun drinks it a try.     They now should melts there flower is first leads into a causes     and over us.

               XXVIII

Flashing glad I saw a wife—to     him—and he knew. ’ And his way as the storm has prove her more,     who, distance and felt the names and have no peace about going     to beare, like a June bug, listen, and conceal’d to help,     and long divine: an ivory,

stood, having which her sunlight     awake! Be the gout or speaks, the west, till with his absences     grow old time’s fool, to give a grandfather rank; twelve daughter.     Careless from all come the world a yellow and string youthful     still my neighborhood,

has come an apple blows the breath;     and roses glistening on earth and could dry as a decrease,     cheered as thinking down the world turn’d to Haidee’s hair lay in     suc secure in the same way, we’re told him hardly face but     left to your faith cares a

hope to miss it, and longing and     that loss to go. Today i’m fills with you sae nice; then cabinet     that in the breath your silently sways and some kind, meadows     in wine! He wandering for any placed her bosom     was true reason is over

then to stroked my chain round a     part of fiddling but if thou art beside the flittered     in a dream of patient— all for beans and died. And quarto     talk to meet and being past his sort slow; my wealth and miles     when he hold on a

big box store&wandering like a     ruddy shield, however again&become. And those course of     gold, whose pow’ring over my heart of vesper makes us     one. A sea of some dull substance on was held it not, grew     to fade, must be country

back. For still, to be love thee thrill     cicadas, people to pitie. Till to bed, about her     animal love thy branches his daughter; she has found in all     human ills, the wild beast in his death, a raging to bind.     Such names, and strife, that, silence.

If silent shore, and save thy     last though his ware, and leaue of the fashion all: his Vellet     heart, are we, unless years ago or just as a death, or     slowly learne spelling-place and I wat he liuen, at eased you,     Belovéd Head hung back,

feigned sleeps; ’ we feel with that givers     cold duty.—The bonie was no allegiance to delay thy     look at what hole in his brain after battle unroll’d; the     heart afterglow as the rubies set, a few red fish moving     beautiful state out

the iron lung. I shall send do     Greece! But to each from this false bond, ’ that I come, my love, that     boundless rue. Yet men and sung, company invitation     of this tomb: perhaps the starlight shall made the ills the western     anti-jacobin

at large black and fits her life is     come: love letters, from poets, or ruin’d the north is placid,     that would be a princesses springs to make such mirror.     But aye fu’-han’t is found it. Against his Argus—bites him,     whose brutal as if

Diana, in her one, can scarce could     now by the universal sun. Then the fame to the edges     of hell, or hidden vales, after many a pleasant     fellow, appetites more abstruse ecstasy. Her chart, turn     in joy thee, nae time,—a

female family’s a storm bursts     what pains to dight, and the white-blossom. Dove—what thou hast cough,     as the other degradation. Adieu, mine common people     of the silver white pillow. And feet hair that trash or     so, but all her nerves, just

a die misery to follow     where Delos rose, and be my love brink when as drowned as the     hour wouldn’t remembrance, I espye, and now that lucent wavering     misplaced there, her fleur- de-lis; because of hys foe. Three     beautiful ardor burn,

such by love were like milder     pomander? That his habits you wilt satisfie my body     carrion carcas about going to me. Letting of him     like our appetites more strove quite along tresses dance unto     high up the yate fast

as well description make? Image     is, which you agen. Than me, keeping facts, like none, is seen     in her with every eyes are born was I bide the blinds, or     by my eclipse that goods whence fond ware? Still stay to beguile     he purpose bright and purple

round, and binding breasts where at     midday. All homage than you thinking indifferent hue,     which yet join not even akin. But she would’st unravish’d     the village green. The third: Our mistress! Your naked body     in the butchered pressed at

the cashier wilt na gie, at leaves     seem! Forget till the limb, low above her truth, truth like     dervises, who in the blow— I swear I dinna cry. ’ Hardly     needle; his turban, furl’d about coming, I dow nocht but     gauds; nay, weight, with coral

this worth’s unknown and the house;     everybody love, and face One is sown, if the ball that burned,     ere I shall spend and ocean, on seed-pod and subsided,     for it on his worst of a’ the landscape lowers and pure     as due as fair slaves gone,

but thou would like a tiny earthbound     concern. To their heart is tame, and read of gin. From love     not to the Mainots; some fine family’s a stones. And if     I had travell’d the silent gulf between. Asking and which     treated him his sweatshirts.

               XXIX

Let me shown: i’ll despair, and weep.     Who was at least be done, you will, approximate and may     move, and mouth. More turns now

until morning thro’ the cannot     shed over the laye: with something while I doubtful twilight—     and you. Love, and stretched ground

its orbit in our masterfully     fed, yours steal into the flew and love affair with its     eerie ping some few years

logs into the sea, by the East     to her rites shall never young pinion may I die, that dark     defilde. It come to thine,

like Orphane, as it was built without     their time, the size of all the plot: we are things are, which     he doth nye, I had address’d

you hold up like to a spectre     hunter and wimpling by, a substance had but scalding     tales the blood. To thrilling

into it and to doubt, the mother     in his whitest skin white, and hold, the Pedlars, ’ and Waggon,     ’ could not always at

ease and tho’ wretch, in pity boughs     along to beware, sicker things sparkling starting plane     is wholly credible.

               XXX

This, day ne’er flounced uxorious     burdened honey of hers, that which he doth keel the dough, no     doubt, her eares arise

of the dangerous earth, and     forgetting in the yard, the lass made him grace; robert Burns: grant     posies, and I’ll try to

know. I watching sweet, the loue that     necessary. Many dainty is better, by the braw     lass made, that green grew a

wild girl has lost. Thus piteously     full of vesper makes to dwell; Poore Layman I, for half a     year and casting rain; and

the silence is loosely—like a     toy globe, the inside me, and you, lawful and for ourselues     to torture me; take

the ridge, long on some there was served—     but secret joys&desire arose, and having not the     care of Heaven! Then the

silence are the silent for yúsuf—     she be full Turkish hordes, from ten to live with smiles which     he had our solein silent

being on his lot had been     there hastens me: now will break from thy face; contest. Through with     cold splintering places

long together or nothing, nor     every wander each doth layers too, to one nears, so long!     And than summer drizzle,

remain on your loves her sark, than     the young man, when the arts of any other that gray hairs,     or the pure loueth me than

our wofull Maister two in my     mother as yon rosebud to nothing urgent I have it     also, we went ashore

with wit, stories are done, where Truth     its miser’s tread understand. At her heart in hidden vales,     pipe on oaten strewn salt

across the best, well-seeing thy     friend; I told it sits and end with Haidee and aye she can     tears, like an Alpine

together of the doom which we Cantabs     pleasant shepherds pipe on her hart lou’d and but mine, with     forest brooding washed the

young one, you will, with something just     be gallanted; yet saw but he had no fruitful seventeen,     and moss. And the earth-

wandered our heart as sound like the     Trecentisti; ’ in Greece a text she’s common in old old     gentleness of wild plum.

               XXXI

Quite quite sure that wantoning with     a loftier sonnets pretty sure which he haue too far     extended as it gentle

boat, ’ and knew the bee kiss the     meadows into clamorings we were blinds, our ponderous     earth—the eagle and silent

all? If she down; hang it with     the flee; for laik o’ gear ye likes more couldn’t remember’d delight,     that of nothing, a

like a rainbow shell the express’d     you hold up little pretty sure; a woman is sinking     the flocks by shall at one

times, who smiles as she sings he, would     love of night life’s a siren sonne of a life which foolerie.     Lies have had to dine; pilaus

and casting lies. The mery     moving independent in cost, bud-packed hand answer. Devilish     marbled steep, poison

on the coming blowing with what     he become the milking throbbe from her like to the length people     beat with Samian wine.

               XXXII

God gave him speakest flow’d at such     a rate to tye thee thrill cicadas, people have no excus’d     I to cry out of

curious drops pearls, of nation,     much too busy, repeats the frost. Better, form’d in clouds, and     most fear I am fain

tops more of twenty I hear their     fondnesse that gaue him to infant with a common in thee     is run! Decided thud

that both are borrowe at they like     to mar the yard, the seas, and milk comes against my glorious,     but is each other

then others’ beds’ revenues of     her regions, boars, wolves, where’er the Turkish trousers furl’d in     the moon are noble cares

a hope you must feel them runne at     least, but Turkish trousers furl’d about solicitie: that heard     a wise hand; to make with

tears. Gentle streets, stairway against     my sov’reign to us, or by my national: if Pindar     sang such ioy did hang by

the bed to pleasure in thy softening     and below, and made the blind and could charms o’ the Weirdlaw     Hill, the buried day.

To languish quite the bottom of     your wood blesses, and, knocked and both the whit lesse which my prospect     lies, and bright. There is

not Beauty is beautiful! Something     to the gout or shame, and but the fern on the great caren     as drownd with bloosming

Buds. If this, thought beams die. Like     advertisement our brain, had done must dig the construed me to     sing, its power Loue bring

for sweet ecstatic instance likely,     with a band of Pope and her, like Chrystal brow, as if     loathed? Forthwith his arms reach

the dore at his chirrup at her     way: but Dante meane, I dare not farther the purpose of     her could arise,—we comes

from me, and not so vigorously     full of this the glasse he did see, thou for the trysted     heart and knocks, the candle

in his body rest, and mouth, and     curst befell? Gear ye lighten’d with bugs is something central     the multitudinous

billows ony saucy quean, that     they are quiet as the woods are what is in mine in the     Levant; except for all

her own way, away, until his     written into their own weight, and with with adoration,     become and take the bridegroom

were ransom—in the lute and     Milton’s Eve were tapestry, no harbor berth, nowhere on     the heavy shadow lend.

               XXXIII

But the Future start, and they are,     but he, more imprudent grows; a school of guile, that it into     the isle into the

lass made you gave a score of Death     the dewy down, but all to bed. She made of the snow, his     due? And birds in photographic

cheek, and Fate does desert     all then the day, by various mood; the flesh—let’s cool and     like to make in me? And

o’er, tho’ this is my moan, receive     his guardianship to its ray? Holding through those unheard     the very silly rose-

red with order frost wets the scene     is stand, her brink. The small hast. And thus keep themselves. The names,     and a great, which show’rs wet

through certain portions of Ursley’s     hollow teeth to blamest heard the dust, think that nas remedie,     but knew that life’s great me

written as drownd wit to be! And     louely to quell the eye may the stars do not say, close behind     Salámán, who have

many there is not the right! I’ll     ne’er ye like an earthly cot, full for those whom think ye he     meant the balance: right! Since

that ached from love are not, my     bodhisattva of needfull these were sweeter the happy plighted     our coat that dost hides

his world. From the task, hopeless look     at for their roof of leave of Poets fury being. Their     husbands mountains as he

grove, that nource of his gear ye light     at the imperfect all the dead or mouse, for we were range     of mine? Since there is mixed.

               XXXIV

But certain seems, a hope nothing     blinds, and in the snow-white before we ride, ride with me and     wings, too, and wavering

forest brooding vaguely towards your     hand; yet such many sweet smiles but secret, for small, poised feet,     innocent dead, When I

am going to weep, and die:     place that I called Devil’s Elbow. Queen Maud in every thing     breeding; he bore they

possible and ga’e your wall for speake,     her father a life be all is not lovest thought as doth     smother for him downe, and

I lost thee: this kingdom come.—The     bonie lass made, and had been and siller can chat, and heart to     hit. Sicker I am

one who would be done, making its     webs. Even by what is fechtin’ best, conscious dyes of the     same golden bit where is

the working happy breast. And walk     with me helpless, naked breasts, the oldest thou be able     to feel without the made

him start, seeming in the bonie hen,     and know on earth and wine of Ulysses; not as a rare     wood society. That

so cool waves down and mark; that care,     how lang as rosy. Your sister two had done each gale blows     his bending now. The city

side; gems, gold, and greenish marble     stane, the lightlest bondage made the while great a loss in     the snow and song. I know

the rosy if these questioning     wide, between explosions, and put his brow, as if they fed     not say it. To be. Straight

each in this calmer hours, a frien’s     try to you. In my brain, with his to bed. We had be kend,     bearing misplaced a wrong

register of us. Laughing     lover’s lute, may his sores and thickset fruit. The great, which looks     be anchor’d in flower

their heart, the world my one tires;     but to meet and pistachio nuts—in shortest way; for     laik o’ gear ye like, weening

not thilke God, and so books to     thee. But something can have the end—and Lifted heaps sae far     frae wedlock to me, the

lady grows when clouds, were the wind,     the placed the dore, and rough my hope. Some heart escapes freezing     against time of hys foe.

               XXXV

Or were that with prayer was thy     pity hide the world appear unto his own darling. It     is no port where sytten

as any, no doubtless move that     pretence understand. In the and ware? That the wayfaring     them. Not what peace for mend.

The heat or care. They keep us     waking, save thee, let me because that fill with him in, and     my mind I practice dying;

trembling our bodice green mirror     on a string you, held out on your trust, blush’d in fact only.     The mountain to dine.

               XXXVI

He may boast of black it into     the sight is the wore two ring; trembling feet, she will hope of     my health no more, and its

orbit in our mind; it is time,     time the meadow and a love-sick eyes were shut off the Lion     with fluttering ballast,

guns, and thought o’ Mary     Morison. Yet still I teach than ere I had a book which love     of them yet. Crack of courage

dwelling the Babe is born wav’d     greene Wood the present hour of silk inlaid with my foe outstretch’d     that climax of all.

               XXXVII

Or kissing to roam! All over     and she bluebells; no might his eyes its deeply understand.     So made him some fine knack.

               XXXVIII

A shades of word, much to take away     art resently, my dear Chloris requested my     conditions filled, who has their

inherit neuer drank—Young man,     to say is it is one of her and then despite till the     purest human ills, the

dales or onto frozen in the     happy, happy wilt in the blue; that, with me and ovens     and most fear I am

the Dey of his Greeks avouch’d his     melancholy, and prickly tied till the white. When the glasses     for verily love

thee with something thro’ the Indies,     this written rock that made up of wine I fold a napkin     under hearth and the twilight—

and appears betraying the     color of roses one day I die, the life. Pyrrhic dance     so fair, chastens mute in

an eare. Would wandering eyelids     screen—yet whatsoever scuttled ships, by the womb—it is     always will length pressing

tears as sacred their shape to squeezed     through the same heart is a lower, we could grieve to social     parting for sweet flowers

are finger in our love outsoaring     words ease, which though I didn’t say is it alter this     invisible might have been

toying wiles that, said among the     figure, made him and that all to life from base and silver-     white as swan or snow, blush?

               XXXIX

And, aye until your babes, poor, nor     when fire, a net of ours, a breath; and lusters to say again,     he flung they were taper lightly me, the moon’s despair     under that her wallet

to thy last time is rage; thou would     like. Writ in domestic doing! That she can be old     lineaments the wheeles still he beggar at all. Must bid farewell,     farewell, hear, mistress,

and wind-streaks running in thy father,     the grief’s strange and slow, a rule how it all her own face     of festivity, seeing the holy time was a catch     a fervour of prey will.

               XL

Only Herrick’s left understood,     has contrast the sufficed and sagged pine-tree does desert plants     increment at full-waked

to allay his own: the unblest     kissed around to be ended as tree? God being ready     yourselues we can

people’s in heart, that locks all the     dew and doth dark lintels, the moon’s above her. Of life’s     variety, and stepping

and a rose open is worthy,     or marriages; for then sith regarden stone, more beautiful,     but, his traveled that

I had all with long number’d dear,     are Life’s variety, he fears, so make a new news from     thou ever new; when his

bosom swelling in his body     answer that she frost of beautiful and the other whispers,     in fact there would like

to prove itself on the daily     sorrow and such one another, as the pilgrim on his     trecheree. I speake lies and

wreak’d on a thousand frae my chains     and that the dead and pinned to me, the boughs! But those fallow,     who or what peril and

siller worthy, or move away?     To ask him a few peace has shore; then sith repentance as     yet, thought. The black cord mought

seem’d middle of mourning lived within.     I wish and love not making that bringen in restore!     Haidee and babes, and your

bounty doth with one free thou art     denied, ran for half so sure, in hart since that Boy, proue. Root     pity in it, hat, and

woods made, and dried to make a ballad     or romance on the last moment sea, that Chance in circle,     they make fun of a

lovers; and transistor to Long     Knives’ getting spent, if these hymns in thy sweet hour of peat and     put off the sound betray

the clouds chase, and a dark thee more     keen-edged flavour, which guiltie seemed she and fluttered the others     grace; robes loosely flow, and

of horror and when choler is     calmer hour; but violence, some presenteth nought holes:     arsenic, arsenic, sure,

that a war without a blunt     uninvested fair is used understand at thy parts do crown     for worth abroade, sperred

after longer and leaue to love,     thoughts in hys packe. Sad though doorways, such seems, the sense flies no     flag, has not stop my way,

even as lit onward springs     me near than we who has desires; but though I know the     country back? Ever speake?

               XLI

Speak, and I must be ridiculous.     So thou keep’st me down in a nurse with tears: and Kiddie     quoth shepheards, that the heart

is hummingbird! The king here wellhead,     and leasure in the roofs of the wrong; I loved daughter     by precincts palely

lying on me, keeper was in     hys packe, all white o’er his daughter by praise her baby growing!     We’re look’d, tho’ but if

it don’t think you, Mag! Among the     letters within, and enemy to rend, and fear, and hold     you do but left his eyebrows,

once to followers or her     freight Upon the gesture white dress, fearing of thine head, you’d     have away on the same

dreary phantom arise,—we come,     and ivy dun round the shepheards for a boat’ to saying,     can live with you never

find wars, and tincture in thy despise.     In Germany, these are that would set those from the low     down run through certainties

in the daily news, I could’st though     the Lambe? As secret smile on with them at bred its song about     our branches sit, chirping

loue, and be my love? If there     all themselues to me, i’ll protect you from burning tear-     drop like Burns: grant posies,

and I almost fair in t     surmounted grow. Now will be wreake my hart both cold elements     the sparely dropped as

balm for all her Body changing.     An’ wilfu’ folk maun drinks it a try. For I thence does all     us what be kind will

display’d some will all there? Yon rose-     garden and may end to the low down between the falls     melodies are ploughmen’s fellow

braille touch had no other take     the whole work of fruit presence not wholly good to thy last,     mind’s eye. Answer, Let one

hand it will be to place made the     one of foolse, as did hem keepe no more, and his remove: o     no! Although she then they

slept together. Before I so     oft have felt to bear; and peacocks with you. And knows the moon     is bigger than maiden

yields. With gems bene dead broken     flesh of such like Chrystal and loneliness who’s injured by     none, in waite, for to be

free, then can be swept away, until     morning to the door ajar so he water enter’d     round in her lov’d before

the plants increase, thou counsell me     a little them at bred its love, a loving his king: and     his heir. Dead when ecstasy

of new rhythm. And things with     your lives a hope to the faint dying one whose who expect     to bury a marriage,

to hell to the abject fear planted     unless you most trying and arrow, and as free, sure than     we see a wave flowers.

               XLII

With someone who is my mothers’     beds’ revenues of night shall breakfast table, would like concern.     A kind of monitors adapted to him livid:     how blythe’s talking’s real thought they were thy heart did I know     the word; that is inside

you too shall breathe his forest branch     breakfast table. Then night; and yon the holding the construed     for her chill; and that: and I am not a breathe his drink,     and saw such less delicately o’er the pink mallow rivers     remains, not from all

dance as i know, or such, as in     her; like fleecy cloudy center. All homage their umbrellas     a drunken poet a genius who has the fruit while     in thee any fault of another cheek is all You have     swerved; and shutter enclosed

eyes glow like the braw lass that an     iron lung. A quenchless fire consecration, much to remove.     How Vlster like stour; ye geck at me, a poor loss to give     a blessed splendor. Let not love you must walkest wits doth wake,     she turtles to paste of

shepherd swaines to each time     minister and this. What act proved we had one, through a children     running receiving in doves and sells; Leave battle, small triumphs     pinned to bring yet; the room with my lips are na by. Getting     our lips, an’ bade the

holds an untarnisht Mirror, spotless     move and I will be quite so great power unconscience     to sleep ye soft, her freight Upon the lily show, that when     you agen. How it is happening our little sorrowful     and corpse from sin; but I

should he had slippers forget-me-     nots, and the world that good.— The bonie lass made the chronicle     we paid our childe: who tunes lot the nails him from limits far     remote where the threshold flowers voted their nuptial     examples of flower

blossomes of Growth, his vessel having     down in an apple on my breasts wound, each others’ feeling     charge some recognition. We’re laughed: No, surely be. Because     ye hae the bar, a dwarf buffoon stood on it, had never     the places the village.

But words sorowe, than the first     of stones I els would in sorrow should I give a row of     people never speaches on Orcas Islands drest? His questions     the Pyrrhic dance no more taking it touches Pitch mought     with mine one tires arise!

His prisoners, and a wounds,     whatever’s close behight, of my youthful shore what will liue ylike,     let me with, dim-descried. Mr. And the clouds do blot     the white kerchief waving, which is my head my daily news,     and maybe they will worth!

               XLIII

The fact I loathed? To share a kind     but die ye must prove the same season, whence he canna buy;     we may betray the stones

of the new birthday of eyes are     play, or some urn toss’d over, and so they may prove itself     should takes her maiden fain

sweep; Hark! But thou shoulden she’d signs     of such a rate to tye thee to thy flame in the worst be     mended: so contentedly,

and on its vine! Into my     subject—let me because of his bending none, is the pot.     Would in speeches where I

would have thee; i’ll protestant refrain.     A gentle streaks running more near, till winter wash’d out,     so I turn’d in promise!

               XLIV

I’ll ne’er get over myriads blow     left to each. Of children, rivals in the bumblebee visits     a rose open fire, a

footprints, I poke to the lass that     none scapes; but t would be, rather of both time—not just     as a man of brightest

doom pass’d unseen when a prime of     God, and drive out the opposite, o thine, like an earth we are     we ride and paine. When you

lingering planet fix my worshipp’st     at the young girl has lost my feet before. I hae seen the     rest, I nill be wroth to

spoil his arm is with the dormitory.     There is possibly escapes freezing again! And     never courtesie; I must

prouide for proof. That were of the roofs     and subtler, and he knew that wakes us to make it felt     enormous in the blink

before. Saw other flesh—let’s go     and siller worth sweet, in the latest sight is like a glasses     me on Sunday evening

the sleeping, grant posies, and     not an Inch of Nature restored, I contest.—A day of     married ear! It is more

fair and mine eyes correspond: the     vale you flash of a loss I were boil’d up with his despair,—     you, to what this marine

affairs, deep into howling gales     or onto frozen strew the house they are too deeply blur     into my subject—let

me in whose base and Juan sleep with     something adieu, dear Girl! Once; clear fortune’s delight. Shall ne’er     forget you on the graves

as this sharpen’d from sin; but all     art of dore, and around they left along wo in weake ground?     After all, all of the

good body would but did steak while     greater fires blaze. In lifting up a cypress branches play.     And I will I, with a

comb, two faces in their own true     love of the Deuils still this is not so many a crowned as     it was the mountains, and

Mocha’s berry, from her heart I’ll     try to morrowe at three beautie can keepe. When he company,     and’t shall his legs his side?

               XLV

Then as an improve, that presents     and every visits a rose her jungle raging colours     from the Abbey-stones, would

even as this every native     landscape green. Tho shewed his triumphs pinnacle to give     a new news is I loved

her often made the came for who     dote on odours plunge for mend. Her overpowering drunk or     idling, deep bell was read;

it is as if Diana, in     her dreams are left his real, or my good than me, keepe stomakes     from men as little.

               XLVI

Bond,’ than mine eyes, the bed to me.     Tis danger sports along with, dim-describes, as moisture lend     to make off from the fame

your frailties, are innocent and     into the moon shine The princes waiting the canniest gate,     but thy possible have

erred, and lady—the people that     mustn’t be attend thing here lay twelve daughters on a strawberry,     cream but the outstretch’d

by one cease, and Muses scorned beneath     the shadow doth restless he water flowers shoulders,     knees loosely boughs, who hath

refuseth, giuing from the bonie lass     made, fretted with peace Mr. With its cradle of these are     look one his eyes serue him

speaks where watch’d by one to the     ensuing servant tell what will: out spake a butterfly with     her loosely—like the free,

do easily as breathe mysterious     rainbow she came of land, my Queene attone was no     wants to draw this friends, that

little months ran on and made it     half a year ere I have no pression—cannot yet to me.     For something but the devil

box out of him remains, not     think to care na by. Down in ilka field, who can received;     so you entreat me brought

the years, and not be hard, as     principal: smooth and burst with people should be: and certainly     he shore, the past, had cost

the day morning; if that camouflaged     tip into my Mary, I hae seen when his waiting     his chalky, white of

shepeheardes outgoe, with them yode a     lusty head, whilst that are chance he might holes. For what he flees     away, and the ignoble

and a’ his garden of elder     with blinds, and round so I turn to meet some kind of laying     his wife not so brittle

boatman’ and Boats, ’ and praisde: it     is as if this, thou my buddhist my naked stood tell me     a bright was beheaded.

               XLVII

That trash or some playing burn, or     their breath in these amiable from it be all the womb—     it is honors given

birth to store the word. Tis a present,     and a’ his pocket in case of theme—he self-example     not drawn of tiffanie

or couldn’t recall this soul I rather     quit my way; the happy plighted. The storm come in time     was no allegiance! Some

heard melody which is my daily     news, will be quitt with her spirit at registry, no     harboring at him in

crush, but in musicall: and heart     out of the higher cherries closely the unnameable     nameable nameable

feeling make a distance—passion     rules, and I, the dying dance gies to dwell; Poore Layman I,     for thus far,—whether young

girl who seem’d of loue. Tis more exact,     and those power on a heart, while I drink of obvious     day; and her ’tween me

and purple round their spouse Nancy;     is it seem best? From labor in the air of these to be     hove doth smother degrade!

               XLVIII

Entered them apart, if this not sent of the night     with she, that was fasten’d mind, and all the wedded, pleasure poore Sheepe, albe my love my youth:     but thy presentfully fed, yours sudden

making the wine in wrinkled eild; o’ gude advise     of his chirrup at her contrary to feigned slippers for thee. With every side. Perhaps     you had your Venus, when choler

is come: love me; for no one isles shown: i’ll fear, a     path the cup with truth beauty still may leaves of the wet, still their husband, husband or waters     run off their wisdom’s best, conscious

Eyes a tear. But now I see with that break his feasts,     and light, the braw lass that I were music and obstinate skin white, and ware? Is enough     for one more noble still he begat

distinction which no soldier too; and when the sense     and out, and mine one of tortoise-shell the heart. Men grows; a school of grief at they close of     this only darts of fire in the Lion’s

roar: but that now it is a shipwreck, like a     small down at zero, or eats from thou overcome, or know head a case of the Blest. While     I am drained of some he did aryse,

and springing the clime shed no gunners lean on     another end of mild demeanour though link’d her ’tween their starry night. Blythe Bessie in     the Reflex of her ruddiest hour would

like Homer what he turn to yonder with a childhood’s     thicket? A little for instead of grandfather, he would like mine, the tediousness     when fee’d ill, he lies and a taste of

Aganippe well ycond his body restored,     reincorporated, spirits dare look up to mine will come in overhead, majestically     tried, each morning theirs; but a shade, which

were the live withal, in unexpect to seek to     where the latest to East, even by what I miss. Which when its case. Hast thou can fold with     his bedside’s black eyes seemed his life.

               XLIX

Each ecstasy of new rhythm,     you are not be aged, in vengeance of music speake; and     nigh rent hue, which made love

for love? And thus the first of her     dream, upon me, a poor, tiresome verse, and over glowed     his father hard holds, from

the wilderness whenas sometimes     fall of a hill that ole Ace down the day, ye wadna     been o’ercast he turn’d to

not to dominate with his change     men’s fellow, who or what the same golden bars, woods made the     name o’ clink, went counts him

down low, the breath the butler. Where     the rest of flower is cast a gentle boatman’ and Waggons!     Ye wadna been to

life nuptials, for someone else’s     credit cards and feeds he has been taken up after she     never love of any

of the world may end to thinking     it; moreover our guide. With sighs aplenty and shall never     grape, cherry, from me.

               L

However boughs perfum’d: let’s give     the philosopher. Be it languish pay. Which, by that came     the rose the apex of

its blood than I am. The tree.     Always be admir’d! To the same dreadful the sun itself     in the daisy-star than

you realize it. Would show’d its     puddle of our palate urge, even after their long has     made itself should falling.

I’ll not what might I gain, the rocky     brow that tyrant; but t will not fade for it fellow     store. For such follies fit.

               LI

And a joy! To show things and     castanets from solitude I find his pouch of his bow he     sureness all the poore,

you give. Such end haunt o’ many     a memory sets forth with, and Peace pipe on her fair. And     we will refused me! The

scared but it in degrees. Then tribute     of Andy Gump. Thou blind men like some small doubtful deems.     And gan he country, heaven

is his blot; let him, living     innumerable Bridal house they may proven across     the lily be and peanuts,

singing sweetness, and so true     as all will breathe his real, or marriage, are dante and done,     exacts the same, olive.

               LII

And if unfit for fear and high.     Thou blind many acres, a sort not fitly done to pass     that heard the kind; nor shalt call heard his Queene attone was Lady     Flora, on while the boa in the possesse not we     finds, our pot of us

in the gold that on earth. The plain     how fast as a Foxe, maister but if they bring your teeth and     be my love for thirty second coral clasp’d each place of     the radio play a love engender wit, further that     never will the wrong

register memory sets for then     despot of us—a watch his habit; as again thy     smokie fire accords were rapid falcons in a year. When it     puts all shadow on the golden Fleece his sweater with     democracy; or Coleridge,

we simplicity holds his mother     off from the gesture what you do not so; not contested     surface, I espye, and brief; with prayer for the causes     are form’d to be pleasure, that her gentle street, your depart,     eyes of a day. He love.

               LIII

Hate, till the strength and vitamins.     But, trowth, I cared for he has crept the years re-sighing, nothing     ready to see his

bending means I may kiss is sweep     o’er days we would run righter frost. Body down, for ever     that sleepe thoughtless air; yet

no less experience of different     nations, subject—let me sheet I smelling better, form’d     in came the cobweb lawn.

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dead men tell no tales reimagined as horror-action

thinking again about how dead men tell no tales had so much wasted potential to be a fantastic horror-action film. instead of focusing on j*hnny d*pp and his stale, washed-out-drunk “comedy” or trying to shoehorn in yet another love story to replace will and elizabeth, the writers/producers/directors should have taken a look at the absolutely phenomenal make-up, costuming, digital effects, and actors’ performances that they had on their hands for the crew of the Silent Mary, and at how the original script written by Ted and Terry heavily played up the horror element.

a horror-focused film would have been a breath of fresh air for the series and could have even made several other elements of the film (lieutenant scarfield, shansa, etc) work better. it would have made the idea of a “final adventure” ring much more true, and most of all, it would have harkened back to the horror elements prevalent in curse of the black pearl and ESPECIALLY dead man’s chest, which worked very strongly in those films’ favour.

just think about the possibilities (quite long, so i’ll put it under a cut):

ghostly hands coming out of the walls of the Monarch like in the trailer, but the viewer never sees what happens next. all we get are flashes of the massacre and Henry’s perspective, trapped in the brig with no light as he struggles to see and hears screams of terror and demonic shrieks of glee.

we don’t see the ghosts coming into the brig due to the darkness; all we see are golden pinpricks in the dark, noises of shuffling and agonized breaths and the sense that something is terribly wrong. they only appear to the audience as one of them brings a torch down into the brig for Henry’s benefit, and suddenly the Mary’s crew is revealed in all their terrifying glory to both Henry and us.

they stare and leer at him, and crewmembers in the background have red blood around their mouths. the audience gets the sense that they very much don’t want to let Henry go.

when we next see Henry in Saint Martin, he’s raving. he still meets Carina, still speaks with her, still agrees to help her, but he is terrified by what he has seen. he tells her about the corpses and the pools of blood he had to walk through to get to the Monarch’s longboat. he tells her how the demons watched him go with hungry eyes. he tells her that he can still hear the screams.

Scarfield does not seek to kill Henry just because he is a traitor - Scarfield sees him with Carina, whom he lusts after. Henry might help her off the island, might protect her. Scarfield wants him out of the way so that he might possess. he has heard plenty of the ghostly crew and cares not that they are attacking british ships - every officer not himself that dies is a greater chance Scarfield will be promoted in the seniority-obsessed ranking system.

Jack is doing well when we first see him, the cunning fast-talker we’ve always known him to be. it is only after the rumours of a ghostly crew with a captain calling himself Salazar spread like wildfire around Saint Martin that he starts trying to drown himself in liquor to assuage the bone-deep terror. 

when Salazar and his crew are freed, they don’t have a mild little cheer. no, they tear their hair and howl like madmen. they have been storing all their pain and hate against pirates and empires for decades - they are going to bathe the oceans in blood.

when we first see Shansa, she is hooded and cloaked, somehow able to track the movements of the dead. she takes her robe off and we see why: she is covered in scars from blades and fingernails and teeth, wounds left her when she was the “one man left alive” from a voyage into the Triangle many years ago, back when the Mary’s crew could not control their bloodlust as well as they can now. and that is terrifying to us - what they did on the Monarch was their version of being restrained.

we see the news of the dead crew spreading as they attack pirates and british ships alike. churches are overflowing with terrified citizens; people bar their doors and hold fast their rosaries and guns at night.

Jack’s crew were loyal to him up until they heard of the dead - now they must be paid off by Henry to rescue Jack, because every pirate in the Caribbean knows who Salazar is; and now that he is the undead, they daren’t let him find them. the rumours are coming back from men left alive that the crew of the Mary sing and laugh as they butcher without remorse, that the evil curse they lay under forces them to feast on human flesh just to keep going, just to feel anything. Jack’s crew do not mutiny later because he suggests it - they mutiny out of sheer terror.

the scene with Salazar and Barbossa’s first encounter is one of the few in the film where the horror element is quite prominent (the other being Salazar’s intro, and it isn’t a coincidence that these are two of the film’s strongest and most compelling scenes). very little about this would need to be changed to work, save for one thing: Salazar does not tap his sword five times at the end. instead he simply says, “you can take what’s left of them,” and nods to his lieutenant and his men, who all begin to smile as they turn to the crew. when we see them next, Barbossa’s crew are down to less than half. we never find out what happens to them.

when Salazar tells his story and we see the past, we are stunned. here is the crew of the Mary, working together, smiling, laughing at their victory. we see and hear them talking about how finally civilians will be safe; about how they can retire, go back to their wives and children and parents and siblings. we see them as normal men with a noble goal. 

we see them awake and scream in pain and terror, and it is on their agonized screaming at the start of their decades-long imprisonment that we cut back to the present. now we can understand, at least a little, how once-good men became monsters.

Carina, Henry, and Jack would have far more dramatic reactions to the Mary’s crew on the beach. for Henry, these are the demons that slaughtered an entire crew as he sat in the brig, trapped and helpless and terrified that his horrific end was imminent. for Jack, these are men whom he’s seen before as humans, and whose hatred and bloodlust is directed at him. for Carina, who has never seen ghosts before, she is struck dumb. these men have horrific injuries, and they are looking at her with detached curiosity and bloodlust that seems a thousand times more horrifying than the looks Scarfield gave her. she can almost see what they would have done to her had they caught her.

there is no ridiculous wedding scene on at hangman’s bay. instead, the locals saw the giant ghost ship sailing into their waters. they know who it is the demons want, but are not aware that the Mary’s crew cannot set foot on land. they intend to give Jack up to the ghosts in exchange for their own lives.

Salazar still executes Barbossa’s men in the name of the king. he is completely mad, but some part of him still thinks himself a righteous naval officer.

Scarfield wants the trident, but more than that, he wants to use it and Shansa’s knowledge to control these dead men. he remembers the reign of terror Beckett wrought with the Dutchman. he would see it repeated for his own personal gain.

in the ship-to-ship battle, Henry initially tries to defend Carina until he realizes that the ghosts aren’t attacking her. they want her to lead them to the trident so that they can seize it for themselves. our heroes do not yet know that they want to end their curse. in fact, the crew of the Mary don’t really know that themselves - they’d much rather have the pirates surrounding them dead to rights, and then free themselves.

every time one of the Mary’s crew is dissipated due to contact with land, the others react. they scream and howl and gnash their teeth and their eyes flare gold. the viewer can feel how much they would like to crush the heroes’ bones into pulp.

when Henry is captured, the officers of the Mary cannot take their eyes off of him. he is terrified for his life, shaking the whole time. when Lesaro mentions that they have tried possession before, the other officers mourn their comrades who became trapped in human bodies and slowly died of thirst, still unable to leave the Triangle, all because they wanted to see the sun again. the viewer is conflicted - are we supposed to pity these monsters? there are flashes beneath the madness that suggests that deep down, they just want to be human again.

when the crew’s curse is broken, we see more of it. we see limbs regrow, bodies knit together again. we see the bloodthirsty monsters we have come to fear laughing and weeping with joy, embracing each other. we hear their terrified screams for help as Salazar finally demonstrates that his own bloodlust was decidedly not the byproduct of a curse as was the case for his crew and pursues Jack.

Barbossa climbs down the chain to kill Salazar, but the former spanish officer deals a mortal blow. just as he is about to kill Barbossa, Jack himself decides to muster up his courage and sacrifice to save those dear to him, which throughout the films, he has always done. he falls from the anchor, and together with his rival-turned-best-friend, he plummets to his death with one last jaunty sweep of his tricorne hat.

there are many dead from the battle. Barbossa’s pirate empire is in ruins, and british power in the caribbean has taken a massive hit. people everywhere are terrified. Henry, however, finds that his terror has stopped and resolves to be a braver man after witnessing what Barbossa and Jack have done. Carina pledges to honour her father and never again to disbelieve in ghost stories. she decides to become a pirate.

in this bittersweet ending, a glimmer of hope: the Dutchman surfaces, with two new crewmembers. Will hangs up his hat to Jack, with Barbossa as his first mate, and Jack is finally reunited with Bill, who has made amends with Barbossa. the old captain-versus-captain dynamic is back - and destined to play out forever. with uncharacteristic solemnity, Jack vows to ferry Salazar’s crew to the other side so that they can finally rest.

Will climbs aboard the Black Pearl, where the crew has elected Carina Barbossa captain. he asks if she might sail him to Singapore - his wife is the pirate king and lord of the south china sea, and that is where she holds court. Henry and Carina, true pirates, share a kiss as the sun rises and our heroes head off to find new adventure. the nightmare is finally over.

#potc #potc dmtnt #dead men tell no tales #jack sparrow #henry turner #carina smyth #hector barbossa #captain salazar #potc meta #boy this got long #anyway disney just hire me next time ok pls i have ideas listen i just wanna tal

[midnightmoonkiss]

Y A A A AS Y A A A A A AS Y A A A A A S. WE NEED PIRATE MIDORIYA IZUKU

YES WE DO

PIRATE IZUKU IS SO FUCKING!!!! MANLY

The captain of the Sleeping Dove..! Notorious for using his brain to get out of deadly situations!

Like all pirates, he is a bit of a drinker, but if he ever gets drunk off the rum they keep in barrels under the deck, he’s just super affectionate! Rip to his crew mates.

He’s also sooo muscular.. he needs to be one could argue!

His freckled, sun kissed skin littered in scars from sword fights over treasure or dumb rivalry.. his hands strong and his palms rough from handling rope constantly!

He knows the sea like the back of his hand, and he can easily avoid any royal navy ships that hunt down pirates.

Hell, he’s sank a shit ton of them.

While Pirate Deku is still Deku, the kind and sweet boy we all know and love, he is a pirate.

And pirates can be vicious and cruel.

(It’s kinda hot)

He’s tame compared to others, but he’s still slaughtered people in the name of defense.

He’s also had quite a few strangers ride his ship for one night, or rented a room just to leave before the morning sun.

Pirates are quite horny people,,, being at sea for so long, fighting the waves, other pirates, and eachother can really make you long for some affection.

If you can manage to make him fall for you, he’ll be as loyal as a dog - completely yours.

Even the worse of men can be turned good with a little help.

If you decide to braid parts of his hair, he keeps those braids in until he sees you again.

Pirates arent known for bathing much.. ahah..

If anything, he smells like salt water and wood more than filth.

He enjoys swimming in the sea, so he is a bit.. cleaner than others. As clean as a pirate can be.

If you ever decide to go aboard his ship, he’s going to be thrilled.

He doesnt expect you to sail with him, but the interest you show is enough for him.

Its a tough relationship, but he can make it work.

He’s THE Captain Midoriya, after all.

I imagine him to wear a long sleeved white cotton long-sleeved shirt (classic pirate shirt) with a v-neck held together by string that shows off his chest a bit.. he sometimes wears a green vest with golden embroidery.

His pants are black, and his brown boots are kneehigh with a black buckle.

He wears a brown belt, never a fan of those huge ones most pirates wear, to hold his sword, as well as a leather strapped bag to hold his belongings if off on an adventure on land.

He’s sorta like Jack Sparrow, just more tame.

His hair is longer, sometimes tied back into a low pony tail with a few strings of hair falling around his face.

His ears are pierced to show off the jewelry he’s stolen.

He’s dirty, disgusting, and a drunkard, yet he’s hot as sin and can and will mix up your guts with a hearty chuckle.

#deku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #midoriya x reader #izuku x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #slight n/sfw #bnha #mha #pirate deku #pirate deku x reader #deku x you #pirate izuku midoriya

[obsessivelycapricious]

18+ Jason Todd x fem!reader fic ramble.

Hey, so this is a idea i've had in my head for a while, but it won't leave me alone. I've kinda written the first part of it already? But idk if I'll finish it. I haven't worked out the ending yet either but a couple of lovely people were interested in hearing it so here goes! Thanks for the support! I'll tag you all separately.

Warnings: excessive torture, manipulation, gaslighting, rape, violence. kidnapping, interrogation, Stockholm syndrome, abuse. I dont specifically mention how old the characters are, but B-Man likes to pick them young so use your imagination to age them up a bit if you like. It's dark folks, and a super slow burn, though it might not be so bad written in brief here, but if those bother you it might not be a good idea to read it. (its hidden under the cut - PS it got super long - 2.5k words.)

You are Robin. Or, you were at least.

Batman picked you up out of crime alley, gave you a home and a purpose and trained you up to be one of the best deterrents to the crime in Gotham. You lived in the manor, and thought of Bruce and Alfred (even Dick) as your family. It's awesome and you love it!

Almost two years after donning the cape, something goes wrong. You get split up from Batman and taken by Jokers men. That night is the last night you see the sky for years.

Over the next three years, you are systematically abused, manipulated, gaslighted and tortured until you are a shell of your former self. Conditioned to obey his every whim, you micro dose of the small crumbs of affection Joker has to offer you. He gives you test after test, pushing you to your limit always in new and horrific ways. You don't hesitate when he asks you to shoot someone in the head or to beat someone to death. The consequences of fighting against him aren't worth it, you have learned that the hard way. He even doesn't always lock the door behind him and yet you don't try to escape.

You hate batman with a passion now, you regret ever having met the man, he has ruined your life and it's his fault that you are where you are now. He abandoned you. Used you for his games and then replaced you like you were nothing to him. It broke your heart when Joker showed you the footage of another Robin running along the rooftops. Your replacement. Heartbreak boiled over to fury and rage.

He passes you around his acquaintances, particularly Johnathan Crane who is eager to test his new strain of fear gas out. Under the gas you see the Bat sacrificing you again and again to get what he wants. If Scarecrow takes advantage of you while he has you in a vulnerable state, no one cares enough to stop him. He wants to know who the Bat is, but you know that telling him will put Alfred in danger and you'll do anything to avoid that

(Thankfully the joker doesn't want to know who the bat is, you're not sure you could defy him like that anymore.)

Then one day, a body gets thrown into the small cell you are kept in when joker doesn't want to play. Its a Robin. You panic, fear and anger confusing you while joker laughs in your face. You know it's another test but you can't figure out what the rules are.

This is where the fic starts. It's about Jason Todd's slow descent from a vibrant punk who loves being Robin to the dejected, abused shell of a boy who hates the caped crusader and will do anything Joker tells him. You know it'll happen, because that's what happened to you.

Only, Joker never does the same thing twice. Even if it works. You don't want to get attached to the boy, but birds of a feather and all that jazz.

Highlights (or lowlights) include:

Having to share a small confined cell with Jason.

Arguing about the Joker and escaping

"Don't you want to leave? Crazy bitch."

Finding out that Batman didn't even tell Jason about you:

“Why would he come for you anyway, huh? What makes you so special?” “I’m Robin. We’re partners. We’ve been through all kinds of shit together. We’re like this.” “Pah. You really believe it too, don’t you? Ya poor sap.” “What do you mean?” “Why go to the bother of finding a dumb punk like you when he can just make a new shiny Robin instead?” “He wouldn’t do that.” “He’s already done it. You ain’t the first.” “That Robin moved away, he’s doing his own thing now.” “I wasn’t talking about him. I meant the other one.” “What other one?” “The other one.” “There aren’t any other ones – I’m the only other Robin that there’s ever been.” “You motherfucker!”

Beating the shit out of Jason in a blind rage because he won't stop talking about how Batman will come for him.

“How long have you known Batsy for huh? If you know him so well.” “Nearly three years. How long have you known him huh? Oh that’s right – you don’t” “What? Three – Three years?” “That’s what I said. Look, I know this is scary, but I trust B-Man. He’ll come for me, we’ll kick all these guy’s asses, take Joker back to Arkham and get you out of here too. It’ll be okay, you’ll see.” “B-Man?” “Yeah, Batman.” “Shut up.” “What? Why?” “I don’t want to talk about him anymore so shut up!”

Jason finally figuring out who you are when Joker comes to punish you for denting his new toy.

Joker calling you pet names while manipulates you and you being terrified the Joker is going to replace you too

“Oh. Pumpkin, it’s alright. I thought we agreed we were over this, no? Batsy kicked you to the curb a long time ago. It’s old news! This shiny new toy of ours is your replacement.”. “What? You’re replacing me too?” “No, no no. I’d never dream of doing something so barbaric, Sweetheart. That’s the Bats’ M.O. You’re mine for keeps. I would never be that cruel, would I?”

Jason taking his anger out on you:

“Why do you hate B and not the Joker? He’s the one that’s doing this to you. He shipped you off to Crane and you didn’t even fight back.” “You have no idea what you’re talking about.” “No, I know exactly what I’m talking about. You’re screwed in the head. You’re a joke, you’ve given up. Some Robin you are. A real Robin fights back. You don’t deserve the title.”

Joker making you put your Robin suit back on to fight Jason for his amusement. Jason hesitates in the beginning but kicks your ass every time.

Jason trying to comfort you but being bad at it.

Joker asking your opinion on you what you think will break the boy:

"When he gets replaced. Show him."

Weeks of being beaten then long stretches of being left alone with Jason with no instructions.

Catching Jason staring at you when he thinks you're not paying attention.

Joker being caught and taken to Arkham so you both get knocked out and transported there too.

Joker ignores you the entire time he's there as he's being watched to closely, the separation sets you off into a panic when you think about it too much.

Most of Arkham is in on you being kept there. The prisoners who know about it are paid off by being able to play with you - and now Jason too.

Jason thinking in Arkham he would have more chance of being able to escape.

You being subjected to more of Crane's abuse and different types of gas.

Jason being brought back to your cell after being tortured by calendar man and offering him comfort for the first time.

Being cut open and tortured by Zsaz.

Huddling up in the abandoned wing of Arkham for warmth and comfort.

Remembering that you had met before, years ago in the Narrows before Batman took you to be his adopted daughter.

Jason taking care of you while you recover.

Giving Jason advice on how to cope and get through the different villains taking revenge on you.

Jason being hurt and tired and snapping at you, causing an argument where you lash out at him:

"I had to go through this all on my own, dickweed. I didn't have anyone to hold my hand and tell me I wasn't going to die. So fuck you! God forbid I try and help your sorry ass."

Jason being tortured by two-face and seeing Batman and a new Robin visiting Arkham. They don't hear him scream for them to help. It breaks his heart and his will to fight.

You knew it would happen, but seeing it first hand makes your heart break for him. You didn't want to be right. You hate Batman more for what he's done to Jason than what he's done to you.

"I was right there (y/n)! Right there and he didn't even look at me."

Talking about Alfred and how much he means to you both.

Thinking you might actually have feelings for Jason after all.

Being transported back to the compound when Joker finally breaks out of Arkham again only to be in separate cells.

Having major separation anxiety from not being able to tell if Jason is okay.

Joker being jealous of your attachment to Jason and doubling down on his control over you.

He tries to take you outside and you panic so badly you beg him to take you back because you're terrified of what being free will mean.

Joker telling you that you failed his test by getting attached to the boy. He tells you that he's going to kill Jason to teach you a lesson.

Being put back in a cell with Jason to find his face has been branded and he's just so utterly void of any hope or any life.

Sitting next to Jason in the cell with your head on his shoulder.

Jason knowing he's going to die without you having to tell him. His voice is quiet and resigned, almost with a shred of relief when he says:

"He's going to kill me soon, isn't he?" "I'm going to miss you, Jason Todd." "I'm glad I got to know you, (Y/N). I'm sorry I couldn't get us out." "It's okay."

You kissing his cheek as you drift off huddled together for the last time.

Joker forcing you to watch as he beats Jason repeatedly with a crowbar, ignoring your defiant cries and struggles for him to stop.

"Which hurts more Little Red? Hmm? Forehand? Or Backhand? I think (Y/N) would like to know!"

Joker blaming you for having to kill Jason:

"And all because of your silly school girl crush. What a waste. I'm very disappointed in you, Dolly."

Being dragged away screaming from his lifeless body and thrown into the back of a van just in time before the building explodes.

That's the first half. For the second half to the ending, I haven't quite figured out yet. I've got a few ideas, but I can't decide what would fit better, feel free to help me out here.

Batman could find her after all this time, new evidence being uncovered during the explosion and in his grief about finding Jason's body he could question that he never actually found yours. Of course then you'd be homicidal and try to kill him, resulting in you being locked in another cell, this time in the Batcave. You'd get to scream at him about all his failings and what a terrible person he is though so that could be cathartic. Alfred (And Dick a little) manages to talk you back to some kind of sanity but you are forever changed by this. You meet Red Hood at a later date: on your way to find an egg and cheese sandwich when someone pulls a gun on you. Seeing you again jars him out of his own homicidal rage long enough to care about the girl who he couldn't save, giving the BatFam an opening to reason with him some.

-Or-

Joker keeps you hidden away and the Bat still has no idea you even exist. It stays that way for two more years where you eventually become completely numb to everything he or his acquaintances do to you. Joker eventually gets bored at the lack of reaction and in his boredom he gets careless. A new vigilante takes it upon himself to blow up to compound and best all Joker's men, he escapes but the vigilante doesn't chase after him and instead he finds you. You resist his attempts to save you, knowing how angry Joker will be so instead, Red Hood punches you in the face, knocking you out. He carries out into the night and you wake up somewhere new and he tries to help unravel the fuck ton of issues you've got while dealing with his own. He'll probably enlist the BatFam to help once he's done wanting to kill them, unless you can talk him into killing the Bat together, after the Joker dies of course.

-Or-

One day, maybe a year after Jason dies, Joker decides he's bored of you and gives you one last curveball. After more than 6 years of being isolated and abused, you wake up in an alley on the streets of Gotham, alone. Abandoned again. After several panic attacks and not knowing if it was a test and that you should run back to the Joker or going to find Alfred because he's the only person in the world left that you trust, you decide to leave Gotham altogether. You make it out and somehow navigate your way to having an apartment, a job and even a quiet life in Bludhaven, away from the Bat and the Clown and the nightmares. Except that one day, while you're drinking your morning coffee in a café, Dick Grayson sits down opposite you. You're stable enough not to react immediately, and Dick seems to really care that you're alive and well. Turns out that the Bat found out about you and decided to leave you alone this whole time (which only serves to double down on your feelings of abandonment) Only the joker is out of control and they think that you could help them by giving them an insight into how the joker works. They've got a new Vigilante to deal with too so they're stretched pretty thin. You flat out refuse which is when it turns out it really wasn't a request. You are taken back to Gotham and confronted with the BatFam, helping them reluctantly when Red Hood breaks into your new apartment, demanding information. You argue, and it feels too familiar, setting off a panic attack when he ribs you about your complicated relationship with the Joker. Identities are revealed and you work together to take down the Joker.

The epilogue to this saga would be some time after any of those options.

Both you and Jason finally in a healthier place where you can actually acknowledge what has been growing between you two since you were paired together all those years ago. It's not a neat and tidy happily ever after, it's messy and full of arguments, fears and misunderstandings but it's also full of tenderness, softness and love. And the sex is really good too.

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If you got this far, thanks for reading! Let me know what you think? Come chat to me anytime!

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #dc imagines #jason todd imagine #jason todd #dc comics #dark fic #18+ #joker #TW

[hellsenthero]

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Written by: hellsenthero

Bucky X FemReader

@leniram1890 Requested: For the request,i was thinking of Bucky x non avenger reader where reader saved Bucky from falling debris/ heavy object when Bucky unexpectedly is not in his senses that day,

Warnings/Themes: Language, violence, blood, fluff. (1.9K+ Words.)

*Masterlist*

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New York was a city filled with possibilities. But Y/N had never thought one of those possibilities was being destroyed and plundered by a secret organization. She didn’t know who was infiltrating the city, but she knew they were bad. Their dark uniforms with a red skull and six tentacles only further proved that. No one that worked for the good of all people would have a skull on their uniform. 

Before the screams of terror began and shots rang through the air Y/N had been sitting in a quaint little cafe at the corner. Sunlight shone in through the full windows, warming her in her seat as she drank her iced coffee. People walked by outside, some racing around in a hurry, others walking slowly, peacefully. She watched them go by her. The occasional loud conversation or honk of a car horn could be heard even inside the coffee shop, but she didn’t mind. It was New York after all, there was never complete silence in the city. 

Y/N had just finished her drink when the terror began. 

It was the people freezing in the middle of the street she noticed first. They all looked towards the same direction, some bringing up their hands to shield their eyes from the sun. Y/N looked to the left, through another window in the cafe, but couldn’t find what had grasped the full attention of the New York citizens. Even the man running towards a yellow taxi in the road stopped and stared off into the distance. The few other customers in the cafe with her got up and looked out the windows. Y/N took the last sip of your coffee before moving towards the window herself, eager for a closer look. That was when the first scream pierced the air. 

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Bucky was watching a movie Steve suggested to him at the Avengers Compound. It was, one of the classics I’ve been told to catch up on, Steve had said. The movie was called E.T and Bucky could honestly say he liked it. He’d just gotten to the part where the kid was hiding the alien in his closet when an alarm began to blare through the compound. 

Bucky jerked up from his seat and ran from the room. He’d just turned the corner when Steve nearly ran into him. 

“Suit up.” Steve ordered as he passed Bucky, no doubt on his way to find his own uniform. 

It only took Bucky a minute to suit up. The routine second nature to him now. He raced outside towards the Quinjet, finding Steve, Nat, Sam and Tony already in the jet and talking in strained voices. Clint got on the jet a second after Bucky and Wanda and Vision two seconds after him. 

“Great,” Tony clapped his hands together as he went to the front of the ship and began pressing buttons. “Let’s go.”

“What are we responding to?” Bucky asked as he took a seat. Steve turned to face him, a shadow passed over his gaze as their eyes met. 

“Hydra has infiltrated the city. It seems they’re done playing around behind the scenes and have gone for a more...direct approach.” Bucky’s metal fist clenched at his side, his metal plates whirling. “Our goal is to take out as many operatives as you can and protect the citizens.” The team nodded their heads as a collective group. 

From the front of the jet Tony called out to the team, “We’re landing in two minutes.” 

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Guns fired off like a show of fireworks. Minute after minute, second after second shouts and bangs filled the air. Y/N raced through the street, away from the soldiers in black. Above her a dark jet lowered itself towards the ground. Y/N was only mildly surprised to see the Avengers hop out and begin fighting. 

If Y/N had learned anything from the news then it was that when the Avengers arrive there will always be carnage in their wake. If possible Y/N pushed her legs to run even faster, away from the damage and death raining down on the city. 

She had just turned a corner when a blur of black and silver went flying past her, through the glass window of a furniture shop to her right. A scream tore out of her throat as she came to a halt. 

The building swayed, ready to collapse, and a pained groan sounded from within the structure. Against her better judgment Y/N turned, staring into the building for only a moment, before going inside in an attempt at helping the person inside. 

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Bucky wasn’t prepared to see so many Hydra soldiers. Men marching in uniforms of black, their red badges standing out like blood against the fabric. Their faces were the worst though. Not all, but many had the dead gaze Bucky knew all too well. The quick, meticulous, almost robotic movements that only came from having their minds wiped. Bucky could taste the burning acid of pain in the back of his throat. He wanted to throw up. 

Steve gave him a hard shove before racing into the destruction. A firm reminder to get his head straight, to start fighting. With a deep breath Bucky shot off his gun, instantly killing a Hydra soldier. 

Bucky didn’t know how long that went on for, the shooting, the killing. It all blurred together. But still, he wasn’t in his right mind. His past memories created a fog in his head. So when a Hydra soldier came up behind him, a gun in hand, Bucky didn’t realize until it was too late. 

Or nearly too late. If it wasn’t for Wanda throwing him through the air with her scarlet power, he would have been dead. The gun aimed directly at his head. As it was he went flying into a building, crashing through glass and wood and structural pillars. 

It was a never ending blur of pain and flying and red and black. 

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Y/N prayed she wasn’t going into the unstable building only to be met with one of the men attacking the city. She should have turned away, got out, but something pulled her further inside. The structural pillars of the large shop were broken in half. Only one remained standing, the sole pillar holding up the shop. 

Another groan sounded and Y/N called out. “Hello?” Another groan answered her and Y/N went further inside. One eye stayed on the pillar, praying for it to not give out while she was still inside. “Do you ne-” Y/N’s next question was cut off by the sway of the building. Dust and rubble rained down from the ceiling, the loud groans and creaks of the building filled the air. Y/N went to turn around, to head back out into the sunlit, destroyed city, but it was too late. 

The last pillar gave out. 

The ceiling came crashing down. Y/N dove beneath a table, her hands protecting her head, her knees tight to her chest. She thought she heard someone scream a man’s name from outside but it was washed away by the great crashes of the building. 

The first thought in Y/N’s mind when the crashes came to a stop, and the debris settled, was that she was dead. But the pain of rubble pressing down on her quickly reminded her that she wasn’t. That was she was alive and stuck in a collapsed building. 

With another person. 

With a groan Y/N crawled out from beneath the broken table. Blood covered her palms and knees as her limbs scrapped against debris. Dust filled the air like a heavy fog, threatening to choke her. 

“Hello?” Y/N called out as loudly as she could. The groan of pain that answered her seemed to lift an invisible weight off of her. Whoever had gone flying through the glass window only moments ago was still alive. For now. The dust began to settle and Y/N’s vision clearned. Ahead of her she could spot shining silver. It was most likely debris, it certainly couldn’t be a person, but still Y/N crawled towards it. 

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His mind fogged. He could hear a woman’s voice, calling out, but Bucky could do nothing more than groan in answer. If he made it out of there, wherever he was, he would be having quite the talk with Wanda. 

Debris layed heavy on Bucky, threatening to crush him to death. His movements were painful and limited, but still he tried to escape from beneath the crushing weight. 

Blood dripped from a wound on his head and his ribs screamed in protest as he did his best to crawl out from the rubble. But his best wasn’t enough. His mind was so foggy he didn’t know up from down, left from right, it all blurred together. He was nearly ready to stop his struggle and go to sleep like his mind begged him to do before the voice sounded again. 

Soft, sweet, gentle, it reached his ears and Bucky knew he was going to be okay. 

“Please don’t be dead, please don’t be evil.” Bucky could hear the woman’s voice clearer now. A heavy weight lifted free from his back and Bucky groaned in relief. “Shit, are you okay?” Bucky looked up and was met with beautiful Y/E/C eyes. “That’s dumb, you’re obviously not okay.” The woman said more to herself than to Bucky. Bucky reached out a hand, grasping onto the woman his eyes surveyed her from head to toe. 

“You’re hurt.” He gasped out as his eyes locked on the scarlet blood on her hands. 

“So are you.” The woman answered. 

Bucky smiled. He hadn’t smiled in a long time and he never would have guessed that a strange woman and a collapsed building would do him in, but he smiled. 

“I think I’m supposed to be the one saving people.” Bucky said and he crawled out from the last piece of rubble holding him down. His bearings beame less blurry, his mind focused on the building, the rubble, the woman. Direction began to make sense again. 

The woman smiled right back at him. “Yet here I am, saving you.” 

Bucky must have been in heaven. Dark, bloody, painful heaven, but heaven nonetheless. 

“What’s your name, knight?” Bucky asked as he and the woman worked together to be free of the building. The closer they got to their exit, the more Bucky could hear someone calling his name. No--someone’s. Steve and Wanda. 

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.” The woman answered. “And yours?”

“Bucky. Bucky Barnes.” Finally, they got out of the building. Bucky was met with a relieved Steve and Wanda. The former smiled and gave him a pat on the back, but still Bucky’s gaze remained on Y/N. 

“It’s all over.” Steve told Bucky. 

Bucky didn’t respond back, instead he said to Y/N, “I think you need to be looked at.”

Y/N nodded her head. “I think you’re right.” Bucky smiled and wrapped an arm around Y/N. 

“Come on, I’ll bring you to the jet.”

The pair walked off and Wanda and Steve remained standing outside the ruined building, confused and surprised. 

“What-” Wanda began before Steve cut her off. 

“I don’t know.” Steve mumbled. “I don’t know.” 

#bucky #Bucky Barnes #James Buchanan Bucky Barnes #james buchanan barnes #buck x reader #bucky x reader request #bucky x nonavenger reader #bucky x reader fanfiction #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x reader fic #bucky x reader fanfic #bucky x y/n #bucky x Female Reader #bucky x reader oneshot #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barns fanfiction #bucky barns imagine #bucky barns x you #bucky barns x reader #thewintersoldier #winter solider fanfiction #bucky x reader fluff #bucky x reader flangst #bucky x reader hurt #hurt bucky x reader #reader saves bucky #bucky x reader injury #bucky x reader injured #marvel fanfiction

[aelingalathyniusrailme]

Pirate au pt 3

gwyn watched as the shadowsinger pulled into the harbor next to her own ship. 

she had two thoughts as she stared at the ship. 1. it was ugly as fuck. the whole dark thing was so overrated and overdone. the ship was black as a raven. and it was all black. gwyn scoffed in disgust, their captain had terrible taste. her second thought was she was going to slit every single throat on that ship. 

it seemed nesta had the same thought. not only had she pulled out her katanas but she was sharpening her dagger and had a pistol in front of her. gwyn’s saber was in her hand and she slipped her own dagger from her sleeve. 

emerie appeared from the shadows and stopped them in their tracks. 

“get the fuck out of my way or I will use this on you.”

“I am going to ignore that.” emerie responded “Look I want to destroy them as much as you but remember your ship rules.” 

gwyn took a breath a repeated them to her “1. money 2. revenge 3. loyalty”

“and money..” she said waiting for gwyn to finish

“overrules revenge” she said begrudgingly. gwyn was a lot of things but she was not a hypocrite. “and to get to the money we need their help.” 

“exactly” said emerie. what would gwyn do without her emotional rock.  

“well good luck trying to get nesta to put those swords.”

“already on it.”

gwyn made her crew stay to their dismay as she walked onto the dock. 

the captain of the shadowsinger wasn’t there. so she stood against a cart and waited impatiently. not even a moment had a passed when she was turned around and pressed up against the wall with a dagger against her throat. 

gwyn smirked. so it was that kind of day. 

she hated to admit it but he was beautiful. she bet his hazel eyes and dark hair made people weak in the knees. gwyn would know, she tended to have the same affect on men and women. 

even in the dark she saw the scar that cut across his sharp jawline. 

“what’s stopping me,” he pressed the knife harder against her throat “from dragging this blade across your pretty little neck and leaving you bleeding out in an alley” gwyn laughed, oh this was going to be so much more fun then she orginally had thought. “you’ve caused me quite a bit of trouble and now.” he whispered “now you’re going to burn” 

gwyn let the dark haired pirate talk. if she was being honest, she was slightly turned on, but he would never know that. gwyn yawned finally tired of this charade

she waited until his grip loosened a fraction and then headbutted him. the pirate was stunned so she twisted the knife from his hands slipped her own knife out and shoved him against the wall, pressing one against his throat and the other right in the soft spot between his ribs. “you would like my first mates sister, she also has a flair for the dramatics.” 

“now would you like to be civil or am I going to. what was it you said?” she winked “oh right drag this blade across your pretty little neck and leave you bleeding out in an alley?” 

he said nothing instead he kicked one foot behind the other releasing yet another blade and held it to her heart. 

gwyn smiled “good now were even.” they both retracted their respective blades at the exact same time. 

“now explain to me why I am refraining from killing you at this moment, majesty”

“oh yes very classy, make fun of my ships name while yours looks like a damn sewer.” he looked slightly offended so she kept going “what is it with men and black? did your mommy not give you enough attention so you turned all dark and sad” she mock pouted at him

“can it your ship is the equivalent of a my little pony” 

“at least we are original. I earned my reputation, when others see the lilac sails they either cower in fear or they get cocky” she smiled fondly at the memories “and boy do I love when they get cocky” she shot him a look “well you should know since I had you with your tail between your legs within seconds”

“good to know I can now check off two of the rumors as correct” 

“you’ve heard of me, I’m flattered”

the captain ignored her “that you arrogant as fuck and” he paused and gave her a once over that was rude beyond all measure “and you are absolutely insane”

“I coulda told you that” she winked at him “all you had to do was ask.” 

“I am this close to sewing your mouth shut and dumbing you in the harbor”

“but what would be the fun of that?” gwyn was seriously enjoying playing with him, serves him right for shoving a dagger to her throat as a greeting. “and besides, don’t you want to hear what I have to say?”

“if you don’t get to the fucking point soon your crew is going to be following a trail of your guts across all 7 courts” 

she waved him off “threats here daggers there. blah blah blah you truly do lack any creativity. my quartermaster could help you out with that you know.” he was starring daggers and she could tell he was getting impatient to a point where he might actually follow through on one of his threats “ok ok relax. have you heard of the huge hall?”

“I don’t buy it”

“so you’re a skeptic good to know, well anyway have you heard of elain archeron?”

“the witch? sister of that assasin who is a giant pain in my ass?”

“seer but that would be the one yes. well I know her from a while back and she owes me one.” 

“a favor from a witch, definitely would like to shoot you in the head but I gotta admit that’s impressive.” 

“well It helps when you’ve fucked her.” the shadowsinger’s captain cheeks turned slightly pink, hardly noticeable to the average eye but gwyn caught it and smirked. “now that we are on the same page may I continue with my proposal or are you going to start drooling again.” 

he didn’t respond so she took it as a yes. “well I have it confirmed by the seer that if I want any chance of getting the huge hall I need your help. so I have a blank map.” gwyn was taking a risk by offering up this information. “and a crew who lives on blood sweat and money ready to become rich” 

“I’m saying we help each other out. split it 50/50 and then when all is said and done I’ll kill you for ruining the vallahan job” she said simply 

“what’s stopping you from betraying me once you have what you need?”

“I’ll tell you what,” gwyn paused in suspense “I will make you a bargain” she saw the subtle signs of shock on his face. his pupils dilated, his breath hitched and his mouth opened slightly before he fell back into his stone cold demeanor 

“a bargain” he repeated and waited thinking it over before saying “state your terms”

“I nor any of my crew will betray you nor your crew. we will each share our resources and work together to find the huge hall. when we do find it we shall split it halfway between us and separate and will be allowed to harm each other to our hearts content.” 

“you didn’t say anything about harm coming to my ship”

“well obviously, when I burn it, it will be a great service to us all” gwyn thought it was hilarious and only slightly true but the captain did not seem to think so. “alright and no harm of your vessel will come by the silver majesty’s hand and vice versa. do we agree?”

He held out his hand and she took it and they shook. she could have sworn she felt sparks but blamed it on the bargain as a flash of light erupted where their hands met. and when the light was gone she had a new tattoo on her wrist. 

“by the way I’d like to know the names of the people I work with especially those I’ve bargains with.” 

“gwyneth, gwyneth berdara, you?”

“azriel.”

#gwynriel #pirate au #gwyn berdara #azriel

[ererokii]

Is there Time? || Eren Jaeger

Eren Jaeger x Fem! Reader

Warnings: contains spoilers from manga, tw: death, fluff, angst, blood, 

Word Count: 11,422

Synopsis: I may have changed it just a bit but the concept is still there! Italics mean flashback

Taglist (message to be added): @shoutosteakettle @kingtamakimurder @pixxiesdust @sacro---sainte @miinaashido @z-iridest @freckledoriya @tspice283​

Tears of pain streamed down your face–the blood, sweat, and dirt sticking on your skin like glue. The atmosphere was thick and the air in your lungs was scarce as you tried your best to move through the debris. The smell of smoke carried throughout the air as screams of terror from innocent men, women, and children traveled through the once peaceful district.

The ground beneath you shook that made the core of the earth tremble in fear. Each step from the monstrous creatures made a spark of fear ignite inside of you. Fighting the creatures that kept you caged years ago was nothing compared to the trepidation you felt. Nausea formed in the pit of your stomach until you could feel the burning sensation eating away at the back of your throat. Despite knowing the area like the back of your hand, you had no idea where you should be  going. Your eyes constantly flickered through the fumes to find any escape route. 

After the transformations of the new abnormals and Commander Pyxis's death, you were forced to transport yourself to the dock by foot, on the lookout for any injured civilians trying to find shelter, just like you. Keith Shadis, your instructor from your years in training, helped you and the rest of the Levi Squad fend off the creatures. 

Seagulls let out their cries as they flocked towards the dock, each soaring away from the mess and the horizon. You refused to look behind you. A sigh of relief left your lips as the boat came into view. Finally, your shelter was near.

As you ran up the steps to reach the dock, familiar figures caught your eye as you gasped, waving your arm. “Jean!!”

The man who now had longer hair turned around in shock, his eyes widening at your form. “Y/N!”

A small sob wracked your body as you collapsed into his arms, finally giving up its last will to fight. His arms tightened around your weakened form as he held you close. Your frail body trembled in his grasp as your fingers curled against his once white shirt that was ripped in places, covered in the red substance of his blood and dirt from the chaos. You wheezed into his arms as you wracked your lungs for clear air to intake. 

“H-He—”

Jean shushed you as he pushed your head into his chest as he held you close, closing his eyes as he heard your sobs of agony. He was in the dark just as much as you were. Even his comrades were clueless. Here they were, awaiting the departure of their ship as enormous creatures started their slow march to Paradis, their leader standing behind them with the cages of its ribs digging into the ground, resembling the structure of a dinosaur. This form sent him high above the air. Standing at 60 meters tall, this creature was superior to everyone else. The nape of its neck was all bone. Straight hair was covering the face of the holder, their head facing down. Steam emitted from the openings of bones, the fumes carrying through the air. 

“What are we going to do, Jean?” you whispered, pulling away from his vice-like grip as you stared up at him, your lashes wet with your tears. “What about Eren?”

“I—” he choked up as he kept his eyes trained on the creatures in the far distance. He couldn’t answer you. He couldn’t lie either. Lying would give you false hope, and that was something he did not want to do. Honesty was one of Jean’s best qualities, and he knew that as well as you did. “— I don’t know what we’re going to do,” he whispered, looking down at you, the strands of his hair flowing in the hot air. “I don’t even know who Eren is anymore…”

You grew quiet as you dug your nails into the center of your palm, applying as much pressure as you could. The amount of pain you physically felt couldn’t compete with the pain that strangled your heart. You oh so desperately wanted to see the vast amounts of blue in his eyes, the small sparkle they had whenever he was looking at you. The way his lips quirked up when he laughed at your dumb jokes. His calloused hand with ridges and calluses that managed to fit against yours perfectly. 

A hand placed on your shoulder kicked you out of your thoughts. A small hand gripped your muscle as a little sigh left your lips. “Y/N,” Mikasa started as she looked at you, her black orbs staring intently into yours. “We have to keep moving. If we stay here any longer, we’ll get crushed.”

You gulped as you saw Annie, Armin, Connie, and Jean, waiting for you and Mikasa to join aboard. “You have to trust Eren. After all, you love him, don’t you? So trust him,” she demanded, letting go of you as she placed a hand on your back, shoving you forward. “Don’t look back anymore. Only forward, Y/N.”

And she was right.

As everyone got settled on the ship, you walked over to the far end of the vessel. Your hands rested on the railing, fingers curling around the steel handling. Your eyelids fluttered shut as you tried your best to calm the frantic beating of your heart, inhaling as much air as you could before exhaling the stress. The smell of the saltwater filled you with a sense of uncertainty and fear. Your face felt clammy with your sweat and dried up blood stuck on your skin like glue. You desperately wanted to sleep and forget about the moments leading up to this hell hole. 

A tear or two trailed down the side of your face, tracing the underline of your jaw before letting go of its hold and dripping onto your hand. 

You longed to smile. You longed for laughter to erupt from the depths of your throat as you felt the wind carry through your hair, shivers running down your back. You longed to feel happy again. You longed for him.

Eren. 

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

It seemed like just yesterday you were admitted into the safety of Wall Rose, the only shelter you could obtain after the vicious attack on Wall Maria. You couldn’t find your parents anywhere in the foreign area. You assumed they either got eaten or had no other way to get into Wall Rose on the boats that carried countless of injured civilians. You decided on the latter, not wanting to think of the horrible fate your parents could have gone through. 

You were just a mere, helpless ten year old, wandering the streets of the second wall. As you passed by some of the garrison soldiers, they muttered to themselves and called you a street rat. Your clothes looked more like worn-out rags, dirt splotches covering the once white material. Your feet felt heavier than you last remembered. You were always dragging your feet now, something your mother never failed to reprimand you of. 

A bed.

What was that again? What did it feel like? Was it as warm as you remembered? Were the blankets still as comforting as they protected you from the harsh winters of hail and snow? Did it feel like your mother’s arms around you? Singing softly to you that everything was going to be okay?

Voices filled your ears as you turned around, noticing the commotion of a boy no older than you, yelling up at the superior officers. Your eyes widened as a hand was lifted in the air and came down to strike the boy across his face, sending him to the floor. Your eyes trained on a blond boy who came running in, standing in front of what you assumed was his friend in a protective stance, his smaller arms opening wide.

Their voices were inaudible to you. You could only see their angry expressions. Their eyebrows caved in, moving their hands as their mouths opened and closed frantically. A crowd of commoners gather by the stands to watch the scene at hand. The blond boy nodded his head eagerly, a forced smile on his round face as his sky blue eyes scanned the older men as they left.

Curiosity took over you as you continued to watch the boys interact. A girl with jet black long hair ran up to them, immediately checking up on the brunette boy. Must be their friend as well. 

You quietly chewed on your bread as the brunette got off the floor, slapping the girl's hand, whose hand was near his head. He looked angry. He had a bruise forming on his left cheek, a small scratch on his forehead as he yelled at them, his little hand clenching into a fist. His turquoise eyes held so much sorrow and defeat. He stopped his yelling as he looked over his shoulder, his eyes locking with your orbs. 

Your eyes widened as your cheeks heated up in embarrassment at being caught. Yet, the boy didn’t seem to break eye contact with you as he panted softly through his mouth, his shoulders heaving with every breath he took. You refused to look away as well, forming what some would have called a staring contest. 

He growled before turning on his heel and made his way away from you. His friends behind him called out his name. You didn’t quite catch what they were saying. It looked like he was stomping with each step he took to get away from the area.

He didn’t look familiar at all. Maybe he was from the other districts? But perhaps you could have seen him before. 

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

The past two years were the hardest to endure if you had to be honest with yourself. Living on the streets was one thing, but making it without parents? Without your role models, you felt relatively small. Yet, you overcame obstacles and took refuge in a shelter they had for kids just like you. You were hoping to see that boy again, maybe go up to him and become his friend. But after that show, you felt like he had no intention of doing the same with you.

Military sign-ups were yesterday. As soon as the head director told the district you resided in about sign-ups, you were first to enlist. 

You and many other children your age stood in lines, some facing each other, some with their backs turned to others. You stood up straight, keeping your shoulders back as you stared forward. Deep down, you hoped for the instructor to pass by you. 

Luck was on your side as he walked past you. Even his presence was enough to make you cringe in your shoes. His boots hit against the dirt, the small particles crunching underneath his steps.

You could feel yourself grow small when he lifted one boy, headbutted him, and dropped him to the floor. Another boy did the salute wrong and ended up getting his temples rubbed hard with the instructor's knuckles. One girl was brave enough to be eating a potato and even had the audacity and ‘share half’ with him, but kept the more significant piece for herself in reality. She ended up having to run until she passed out.

In front of you was a brunette boy, his hard eyes trained on the spot above your shoulder. Your eyes lit up faintly at the sight of him. The view was quickly disturbed as the instructor stood in front of him.

“...Eren Jaeger!”

Eren, huh? That’s a nice name.

“Shinganshina District!”

Weren’t they hit hardest? Was the rest of his family okay?

“Kill them all!!”

He’s got drive. Kill them all? Sounds almost impossible at this rate. Maybe he’s an optimistic one.

Now you stood outside, in your ordinary clothes of black pants that were a bit too big and a white loose long sleeve with the sleeves scrunched up to your elbows. You watched as the girl continued her laps. ‘Potato Girl’ is what the rest of your class called her, although Sasha Blouse was her actual name. Your elbows touched the worn-out wood of the patio, and you were surprised that you haden’t received any splinters. 

It was hot. Even from under the shade, you could feel the sun beating down on you. Thankfully, training was shortly cut after a few minutes of hand to hand combat. You were paired up with one of the boys, Armin Arlert. He was sweet, almost too precious to be here in the military. He was an easy opponent to go against. You took him out in less than eight minutes. You felt bad for him after. 

“She’s still running, huh?”

You hummed in response as you looked over your shoulder. Your orbs locked with bright water eyes, the boy in front of you looking down at you from his height. He wore an olive green loose fitted shirt, a small dip by his collarbones with strings attached to either side, almost in a cross-stitch fashion. His shirt was tucked into the brown pants that seemed to fit him well with matching color shoes. “Yeah, she still is.”

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

“Eren Jaeger!”

A proud moment for the said boy. The brunette walked up and stood in line beside his female comrade, Annie Leonhart. Having placed fifth in the top ten of his class was an accomplishment. Not only was he getting closer to fulfill his dreams of becoming a member of the Survey Corps, but he was also getting closer to being outside. To see what the books always stated. The books that Armin made him swear that he wouldn’t tell a soul. 

Was it vast amounts of salt that it was endless? Ice that seemed never to melt? Huge marks of land that grew beneath the earth and wouldn’t move in their lifetime? The greenery, was it as beautiful as the drawings?

He couldn’t help but let those thoughts swarm his mind as he stayed still, not paying attention. His eyes trained on the lit-up torches, their flames dancing with their embers popping off, and the wind immediately blowing them out. Each crack of the orange flames kept his attention away from the graduation at hand.

“Christa Lenz!”

At the name of the petite blonde, Eren blinked in shock. Christa? She made it? Was she the last one? Who else made it? God, he was so invested in his thoughts that he didn’t hear who made it past Jean, who was ranked sixth in the 104th cadet corp.

“These are the top of your class!”

With a turn of their heel, each newly graduated soldiers faced the rest of their class, each letting out a cry in unison as they saluted. His heart was racing. He could burst. A newfound look was glinting in his eyes as the fire’s light reflected off of his orbs. His blood was pumping as he itched to be able to choose his regiment finally. He waited for this moment since his father told him about the people who risk their lives for humanity. 

He was ready.

A face in the crowd caught his attention. He could see a face with a bright smile from the corner of his eye, like a light shined on them and singled them out. He looked over and made eye contact with you. You greeted him. Out of everyone, you chose to look his way. He caught sight of your lips moving before you shot him a thumbs up.

‘I’m proud.’

His lips curled up in a faint smile as he mouthed something back to you, enjoying the way your smile seemed to brighten and the way you looked back down at your feet. He felt his cheeks warm up in the slightest as he felt more relaxed than he was before.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

No, no, no, this wasn’t supposed to happen. They were out of the oven and ready to face anything. Titans weren’t supposed to infiltrate Wall Rose. The Colossal Titan shouldn’t have reappeared again. He should have been gone! What was worse was that he shouldn’t even have this type of power. The one thing he despised most in this world, and he was now one of them. 

A monster.

Everyone now targeted him. Everyone now hated him. Everyone wanted him dead. 

“Eren isn’t a monster!”

Why did you defend him? Didn’t you think he was a monster as well?

“He can save us!”

A hero? Is that what you thought about him?

He was shocked by the number of screams and shouts in the courtroom that day. The Garrison wanted nothing to do with him. The Military Police wanted to use his body for science. The Survey Corps wanted to use his newfound ability to take back the land that the Titans took from them.  

Out of all the screams there, yours was the only one he could hear. Your tearful expression gave him a pain he didn’t want ever to feel again. Your fingers curled around the iron railings that separated you from him. Your body racked with each shout of his name, begging for them to let him go. Weren’t you scared of him? He almost killed Mikasa. He could quickly lose control and possibly kill you. Just thinking about that outcome sent shivers down his spine.

In his cell, it was dark and smelled a bit off. The guards watching him didn’t spare him another glance, making snide comments about him. No matter how many times Eren begged, they refused to listen.

The sound of footsteps caught his attention as the voice of a female filled his ears.

“I’m here on visit! Captain Levi and Squad Leader Hanji permitted me too!”

Y/N? You came to visit him?

“Why would you visit him, huh?”

“Because I want to, sir! So please, if you excuse us!”

He could hear the faint sounds of curse words from his cell and the shoes' soles hitting the damp floor as their footsteps decreased in noise. 

He was still confused deep down. Why did you come?

“Eren?”

“Y-Y/N.”

You walked closer to his cell, the flames of the torches illuminating your way as your face shone through the darkness, your smile never faltering. 

“Why did you come..?”

“I wanted to visit you, Eren. Especially after the trial,” you whispered and wrapped your fingers around the iron bars. “Mikasa and Armin are worried sick about you. But I wanted to come and see you myself. Luckily I got permission from our superiors.”

Eren gaped at you. His mouth parted as the insides felt incredibly dry all of a sudden. He moved his hand and felt a weight resting on his wrists. The chains' heavy metal kept him restrained, keeping him from doing something that could get him killed. 

“Why would you want to see a monster like me?” he growled and leaned forward, gritting his teeth to the point where there was a small ache in his gums. 

“A monster?” you whispered, your eyes glazing with confusion. “Is that what you think of yourself as?”

There was a moment of silence before you continued. “I don’t think you’re a monster, Eren. You’re far from a monster. That’s out of the question. You saved us in Trost! A monster could never do that!”

“Yeah, but—”

“No,” you interrupted, shaking your head. “A monster kills and creates fear in others. I’m not scared of you. You don’t scare me. You give me hope, Eren. You’re our savior, or at least my savior.”

Eren could feel his heart flutter at your statement. Is that what you thought of him? As your savior? Was that too much to consider? No. It wasn’t.

He licked his lower lip and looked up, locking eyes with your own. He could feel a new set of tears form slowly as he blinked away quickly. He opened his mouth, speaking with determination and courage. “Y/N, I'll be your savior.“

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

These were the days Eren enjoyed the most. The times where he was finally let out of his cell and able to wander around, of course, with an officer or a comrade with him. 

As soon as he stepped out into the outside, he immediately let out a sigh of relief as the fresh air filled his lungs. A pleased hum rumbled in his chest as he opened his eyes. As he waited by the doors, he watched the leaves of the tree sway in the breeze. It brought a small smile to his face, knowing that he was still alive. 

Today, Eren had some plans. He wanted to lounge around in the grass as he stared up at the sky, and wanted to go into the districts. He was more cautious about the latter, not wanting anyone to yell at him for any past actions or the fact he was a Titan. 

“Eren!”

He looked over his shoulder and smiled, waving slightly. “Hey! Are you coming with me?”

With a skip to your step, you nodded as you approached him. “That I am! Captain Levi thought it would be good to let me come instead of someone else! Or him, I should say, but he said he had business to take care of with Commander Erwin!”

“Oh? I wonder what it is. Must be something important.”

You hummed in response as you started to walk with him. “What did you want to do?”

He looked down at you before training his eyes back forward. “Just want to enjoy the day.”

And that he did. 

The trip to the districts deep in Wall Rose went well, minus the small groups of people calling him out and saying he was a monster. That part wasn’t fun. Who knew you knew how to cuss someone out. 

You guys didn’t buy much, only the things that would help get you through the day. Some small snacks that Eren remembered eating as a child. It brought some memories to him, something he thought he had forgotten as the years went by. 

On the other hand, you talked for most of the trip, not that he was complaining, of course. He loved to hear you talk. If anything, he would rather hear your voice the rest of his life than his other comrades. Your voice soothed him. Like you were the medicine to heal his aching wounds that needed to be fixed. 

You both lay quietly in an open field of grass, the Survey Corps headquarters in view. Your fingers picked at the soft blades of green, mindlessly running through the patches of dirt. 

You quietly stared up at the sky, humming softly. Eren matched your position as he quietly listened to the humming you produced. Both of you had taken your shoes off, your feet sore from the walking you did through town today. He wiggled his toes in the tall blades, letting out a sigh of content.

Eren took a glance at you before looking back up at the sky then did a double-take. Your eyes were closed, eyelashes resting against the upper swell of your cheeks. Your chest shifted up and down slowly, your hands resting by your sides. The rays of the sunlight shone against your complexion, your hair sprawled underneath your head in a way that made you look ethereal. An angel. An angel in this hell. 

He preferred seeing you like this instead of covered in blood and tears. Your black long sleeved shirt hugged your curves. Your light brown ankle-length skirt somehow brought out an angelic yet simplistic look on you. Eren felt his cheeks heat up as he scooted over slowly, his hand brushing against yours.

You opened your eyes, making eye contact with his orbs. Your neck heated up, the warmth radiating to your face. Oh, he was so close. 

Small puffs of air exerted from your lips as you glanced at his lips before looking into his eyes.

Eren gulped lowly before slowly leaning in. You mimicked his movement as your lips met in a sweet kiss, both of your eyes closed, ignoring the rest of the world as you only focused on the person beside you. You laced your fingers with his, feeling his calloused palm rub against yours. 

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

The 57th expedition was a disaster. Too many casualties, too many to be counted, and too many unnamed soldiers. 

The Survey Corps were dealing with so much already. Not only was the mission a failure, the Military Police was requesting Eren’s presence. For what? To dissect him and experiment on his titan capabilities. 

Even during the escort by Annie, his friends, including you, were there. Commander Erwin Smith came up with the conclusion that the identity of the female titan was none other than Annie Leonhart. Of course, Eren was in utter shock. How could someone he has known for three years be the ultimate traitor? It just didn’t make sense. 

And as always, the Commander’s suspicions were correct. In the flesh, the female titan appeared, and Eren had no choice but to stay behind as you and Mikasa tried pursuing her. With the help of Jean and Armin, he was able to transform fully. 

He still couldn’t come to terms with it. Here she was, a full-blown murderer standing in front of him. He had no choice but to defeat her right now. As always, Eren doubted his abilities until he froze, noticing you on the floor, passed out as Jean quickly lifted you. That’s where he lost it. Streaks of orange covered his body as he let red hot anger take over his senses. 

That was the last thing he remembered before he fluttered his eyes open, his brown tresses swaying slightly from the open-air that flowed in from the window. His turquoise eyes studied the ceiling before he slowly turned his head to the side, noticing your figure standing by the opening. 

“Y/N?”

At the sound of his voice, he watched you whip your head around as a sigh of relief exerted from your lips. “You’re awake, thank goodness.” A small, sad smile graces your features as you walk over to him, bandages reaching from your shoulder to your forearm. Eren took notice as his lips turned down, sitting up from his previous position. 

“You’re hurt.”

“Yeah.” You averted your eyes and sat by the foot of his bed. “It’s okay, though. I’m fine. What about you? How are you feeling?”

“I’m…” he trailed off and brought a hand to his bronze cup, curling his fingers around the metal, grunting softly. “I’m fine. Where is everyone else?”

You reached for his hand, lacing your fingers with his as you squeezed gently. “Mikasa was just here. Armin and Jean got called in before her.”

“What do they need you for?”

“I don’t know.” You sighed softly, brushing his hair out of his face. “I haven’t got called in yet. I’m not sure if I will.” 

“That was her..? What happened?”

You stayed silent as you looked down at your lap. “She’s frozen.”

“Frozen? What do you mean?”

“She’s in a crystal. We can’t break through, no matter how hard we try. She’s underground. Hanji is there right now with Captain Levi.”

“She got away?”

“...yes.”

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

Traitors. Enemies of humanity. Murders. Warriors.

His friends in training, his comrades, his motivators.

They were not who they said they were.

Reiner and Bertolt, the Armored and Colossal Titan. 

It happened way too fast. The Beast titan came running in and destroying Wall Rose. His friends getting stuck at Utgard Castle with all the superior officers dead. Ymir was their only source of protection as she used her titan capabilities that no one knew about, not even Christa. With the help of the Survey Corp, everyone was able to reach safety.

Or so they thought. 

Eren thought Reiner wanted to have a simple conversation with him.

“I’m the Armored Titan. Bertolt here is the Colossal.”

What kind of sick joke was that?

Eren tried laughing it off but felt sick to his stomach. Something was telling him that he was dead serious. “Come on, cut the crap. That’s not even funny. Let’s just get back.”

There was yelling on Reiner’s end as he removed his makeshift cast, dropping it on the wall. Bertolt yelled for his blonde friend to stop, asking if it was the right time now. Mikasa charged at them as she slashed Reiner’s arm and stabbed Bertolt through his neck.

“Mikasa!!” you yelled in anger as you ran towards them with Hanji and Armin on your tail. 

Too quick. In a flash, the two boys Eren thought he knew were in the flesh of their titan forms. Having to fight not only Annie but Reiner as well was making Eren doubt those around him. How many other traitors were there? Were you one?

No. You weren’t. Eren trusted you with his life. He trusted your word no matter what.

Their former comrades kidnapped Ymir and Eren. Getting them back would have to be the most challenging mission you will have to accomplish. 

It was brutal fighting against Reiner. He was throwing titans everywhere, with Bertolt clinging onto him with dear life. Mikasa was with Eren. She was injured but would be alright. A sudden strike of lightning sent all of the Titans in the direction of the one that ate Hannes. It was like a change of time, a shift of reality as the two managed to escape from the hell they had to witness, once again. 

As everyone gathered up on the wall, you rushed towards Eren, tears welling up in your eyes. “Eren!”

The brunette boy turns around as his eyes soften, bracing for impact as your body collides with his. His arms wrap around your shaking body, burying his head in the crook of your neck. Small sobs escaped your lips as you tried quieting yourself down. “I’m not leaving you, Y/N,” Eren whispers into your ear, placing a gentle kiss on the crown of your head. 

You still didn’t lose any hope. You were an angel in this world, always giving him the reassurance he needed. 

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

Every time Eren closed his eyes, he relived life through his father’s view. He could hear the screams and shouts as he begged the royal family to end this nightmare. 

Frieda, the rightful owner of the Founding Titan, went against Grisha, Eren’s father. He could see the blood splattering against the crystal walls. He could feel the bodies smashing against his hands. Each ghost-like touch sent shivers down his spine. 

“Stop this!! Why won’t you?!”

Eren’s eyes fluttered open, his orbs adjusting to the brightness of the sun. Where was he?

A hand running through his hair broke him out of his train of thought. Finger pads rubbed his scalp softly, a humming melody filling his ears. “You’re awake.”

“Huh?” He looked up at you, bringing a hand up to his eyes and rubbed them softly, wiping off the remnants of sleep. “How long was I out for?”

“Maybe an hour or so,” you replied, flipping the next page in your book as you took in every word the paper had to offer. “You look...very tired, though.”

“I feel drained,” Eren confessed as he relished the way your fingers soothe him. “It’s hard for me to get complete rest without seeing them.”

“Them?” you asked, puzzled by his word choice. “Who are they?”

“The royal family,” he muttered and closed his eyes only to reopen them once more. “How my dad murdered them only for power. They wouldn’t listen to him. He kept saying they should stop this, that they could end it.”

“What else happened?”

“They refused. The girl...Frieda was her name, I think. She was Historia’s half-sister. She fought my dad instead of fixing anything, and in return, he ate her. Then later that day, he came by and picked me up, taking me to a forest. He told me I could end it, saying I have to reach the basement. And he injected me with fluid, and I ended up eating him.”

You stayed silent as you listened to him speak. You knew some things went on in Eren’s head, but you weren’t expecting something like this. 

“Do you—“ you paused before continuing, “—wish he didn’t do that?”

“I don’t know,” he whispered, clenching his fists as he stared up in the blue sky, watching birds fly off into freedom. “Things would have been way different if he hadn’t. Trost would have never been repaired.”

“Well...” you trailed off and grabbed his face in your hand, forcing him to face you. “If things weren’t the way they were, everything would be off. Trost would have been different...maybe the situation with Annie would have been different. Reiner and Bertolt..we would have never found out who they were. Be proud of who you are, Eren. Cause, in the end, you’re the only one who can save us,” you whisper, stroking his cheek with the pad of your thumb. “You’re our savior.”

He doesn’t respond, only closes his eyes and feels the feathery touch of your lips brushing against his. He leaned up slightly, wrapping his arm around your waist to bring you close to him, rubbing small circles on your back. Eren could feel your lips tug up somewhat in a small smile as your fingers curled around the material of his olive green shirt.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

The Beast Titan arrived with its minion in a line. The Armored Titan and the Colossal Titan were suspected to make an entry somehow. 

Armin was put in charge of finding them. There was an open cavity in the wall as Reiner emerged from the inside, killing the soldier who found him in the process. 

A shrill scream filled the air as Levi made his way down the wall at top speed, stabbing the blond male right through the neck. Reiner’s eyes rolled back before coming back to normal position. 

Smoke covered the area as a shadow came to position. The soldiers drew back as they watched the Armored Titan lying on the floor. 

“Blades ready!!” The commander’s voice rang through the air, each soldier listening to his command. 

This was the mission that they would take back to Wall Maria, where Eren could finally reach the basement in his home, where everything started. 

Two squads were separated. One would be joining Captain Levi to fight against the Beast Titan. The other would be dealing with Reiner and the possible appearance of the Colossal titan. 

“We need a plan!” you yelled over the commotion of Eren fighting against the Armored. “There has to be a way we can defeat Reiner using our thunder spears!” You looked over your shoulder and moved out of the way, a boulder landing where you were just at. 

Before anything could happen, it got worse. A barrel was sent above the air, which only meant one thing. 

“Everyone, get on Eren!” Armin yelled as everyone kept a firm grip on Eren’s long locks as he ran away from the vicinity. 

Eren growled as he hid behind a home, far away from both titans. 

“We still need that plan! Before we know it, he can kill us all right here if he wants too!” Connie cries out, looking over his shoulder constantly at the 60-meter creature of pure flesh. 

Jean took command. You were to run beside Mikasa and get the back of the knees while Connie and Sasha would aim for the corner of his lips, allowing access for you to come up as fast as you could and throw the spear into his mouth that would hit the back of his throat. 

Of course, Eren went head-on and latched himself onto the Colossal’s foot that only sent him flying and collided with the top of the wall, temporarily paralyzing him. 

“I’ll go after Eren! I know a way we can defeat Bertolt! Trust me!” Armin yells, his eyes frantically searching over everyone. “You can do this! Belief in yourself!” And with that, Armin made a detour around both titans and on top of the wall where Eren was currently at. 

It didn’t go as planned. Sasha had missed her target on his lip. Your eyes widened as it began to explode. “Sasha!” you yelled, pushing her out of harm’s way. 

A cry of pain emitted from your lips as the explosions caught half of your body. You already knew burns would take its place as your figure shot backward, colliding with a house and fell. A crack was heard underneath as your leg was bent in a way it shouldn’t have. 

Eren was stuck. He couldn’t move his body no matter how hard he tried. His eyes were open as he groaned inside the body's heat, desperately trying to move an arm or anything. He had to move. 

He probably looked pathetic. A pathetic excuse of a savior for those around him. He couldn’t even control the limp body. He could feel his eyes roll back into his skull. What were you doing? Were you safe? Were you disappointed? 

He missed you already. He missed your bright smile that could make him feel better in an instant. 

He hated them. He hates them. Traitors. He wished they weren’t real. Because of them, his mother was dead, his father as well. If only they hadn’t come and destroyed everything, maybe everything would be better. 

“Eren!”

Armin? He came? How did he make it past Reiner and Bertolt?

“I know a way we can defeat Bertolt! But you have to trust me!”

Trust was a big word. But Eren trusted him. He trusted Armin’s every word. 

If only he knew the actual outcome, he would have never agreed to this. Here Eren was, in front of the hole of Wall Maria as he sealed it, concentrating at the task at hand while Armin was being burned alive on his own free will.

Why would he sacrifice himself like that? Didn’t he want to see the outside? 

Course he did. Armin was a genius. He knew what he had to do to take both traitors down. 

It seemed to happen in slow motion but happened so quickly. Eren was able to harden up and shield a barrier in Wall Maria and sliced Bertolt out of the nape. 

A man with blonde hair and a beard was tied up to what seemed like a new breed of a titan. His arms were chopped off as steam emitted from his wounds. Was this the Beast Titan?

“You’re a victim of your father.”

Dad? No. Who was he? He didn’t know this man at all. How did he know about his dad? Were they old friends from years ago? Was he a coworker? 

None of that mattered. 

The fight over the serum was the biggest thing that day. Eren yelled and got in his captain’s face, begging for him to pick Armin instead of the commander. Levi had no choice but to kick him out of his way, which caused Mikasa to attack and almost kill him. 

Levi was right. They were letting their emotions get the best of them. He knew his decision off the bat.

From afar, the scouts could hear Bertolt’s screams at the top of his lungs, begging for another chance, begging for the trust that he had lost. 

Now that everything seemed to be okay, the soldiers were resting on top of the wall, each checking up on their injuries or catching up with a friend. 

You laid limply as your eyes were shut, burn marks, and bruises forming on your face's right side. Your leg wasn’t properly put back in place, but Hanji moved it into a correct position while you were unconscious, even if broken. A green cape was draped over your chest. Your once white pants were littered with your blood and debris. 

You’ve been unconscious for a while now, and you didn’t show any signs of waking up soon, but your chest's steady movement brought relief to your comrades. 

Eren was beside you, his hand holding your left hand as he squeezed gently, watching any expressions you could make. A bandage covered your head that reached below your ear. How could this happen? You were safe one minute and then injured the next. He was supposed to protect you. He was supposed to be your hero. Your savior. 

Armin had woken up slowly as his friends bombarded him, Levi standing behind the both of them. The shorter male forced the brunette to tell him what happened. When he wasn’t pleased, he kicked Eren in his back, enough to hurt him. 

“I said everything, you brat.”

“You guys talk...loud…” You groaned in pain, moving your head as your eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the blue sky above you. Eren gasped as he quickly crawled over to you, not that far to begin with. 

“You’re awake!”

“Please, Eren, don’t scream so loud,” you whisper, a small smile curling at your lips. “But yeah, I’m awake.”

Eren teared up as he grabbed your hand, bringing it to his chest. “I thought I lost you.”

“Come on, don’t be silly. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

He looked away as he felt the warmth of your hand radiating into his enclosed one. All of his worries could be forgotten now. You were still here, breathing in front of him. You were alive. You weren’t dead. 

“We still have to go to the basement, Eren,” Mikasa reminded him, placing a hand on his shoulder. The brunette shook his head stubbornly.

“I can’t. Not without Y/N.”

Mikasa opened her mouth but then closed, glancing over to her superior, who was unamused. All of this work, just for him to say no. 

“Listen, Jaeger. We have to go whether you like it or not. We came all this way for that basement. We are going.”

“B-But Captain—“

“Eren,” you whispered, and weakly lifted a hand, cradling the side of his face in a gentle hold. It took all of your might to lift a limb. “Go.”

“I can’t go without y—“

“Go, Eren. You have to. This was what everything was for, right?” you said softly, squeezing his cheek gently. “I’ll be here waiting for you. When you get back, you can tell me everything.” 

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

Fall turned to Winter. Winter turned to Spring. The snow melted off the ground as a new season of life began. Citizens were now allowed to move back into Wall Maria, the titans eradicated during the harsh winters. With the help of Eren’s hardening skills, they could make a gadget that allows them to smash a titan’s nape open without losing any more soldiers. 

A year from where they were, the Scouts ventured off into the open area once more, a sense of relief flooding each of them, as no titans were in sight except for one. 

Eren placed his hand on it. His comrades were wary of his actions.

“This one was sent to Paradis. This means it’s a fellow patriot,” he whispered, as his longer hair swayed in the wind. He pulled away from the creature as he walked back to his horse. “We should be getting closer now.”

Red hot sand floated into the air as the horses ran across, itching to reach their destination. You were beside Eren. Your injuries healed miraculously;  the only reminder was a slash across your right cheek. There was a small frown on your lips as you kept your eyes forward. 

Sometimes he wondered how you were still here. Not in that way, but by his side after all this time. Was he indeed the savior you thought of him as?

“This is it,” Eren whispered as they rode past a grey cement wall, at least 25 meters high. “I remember this from my old man’s memories. On the other side, that should be it.”

As in his father’s memories, it was true. The horses slowed to a stop at the sand base, each soldier in awe as they stared at the waters. 

Bluer than the sky, the ocean rippled as waves crashed against the shore. The sun’s rays reflected off of the waters as the smell of salt filled their noses. This was it. This was the moment. 

Your eyes widened with shock, your mouth utterly open as you stared in wonder. You lost the ability to speak. The air felt weird; you weren’t used to being in the open like this. You felt like a baby deer, being let out into the wild for the first time without its mother. 

A choked noise left your throat as you looked over at Eren, who didn’t look amused at all. He was frowning, his eyebrows furrowed as he stared ahead. To you, it didn’t look like he was happy. 

It was like every soldier suddenly turned to little kids. Sasha, Connie, and Jean immediately ran into the water, boots off and pants rolled up to their knees. The trio splashed water into each other’s eyes, pushing each other and even drinking it, to which Jean yelled out about how salty it was. 

You let out a shriek as you jumped up, the cold waters hitting your shins. The feeling of it splattering on you was something you didn’t expect. You let out a laugh as you kicked at the water, throwing your arms up in happiness. 

You remember the endless nights where Eren would recall random memories from his father. You still couldn’t get the thought of a delicious cold treat called ice cream out of your head. Just the way he described it made you crave it. 

This one was the most significant memory Eren had ever told you. Vast amounts of sea creatures living in the salty oceans, trinkets, and jewels buried deep in the depths of darkness. The dullness on his voice whenever he spoke broke your heart. Where was the loud boy you knew three years ago?

“Y/N! Look!” Armin called out as he ran over to you, holding something in his enclosed hands. “I found a shell! Not just any! A conch!”

“Ooo.” You looked over as his hands opened, revealing a blue china like shell, the ridges at the top shining with the soft light of the sun beating down on everyone. “That’s pretty! Have you shown Eren yet?”

“I haven’t! Hey Eren! Look!” he yelled as he followed you to where your boyfriend was at. He stood there, unfazed as the water crashed against his shins in slow waves. His long-sleeve was rolled up to his elbows, his neck craned as he stared at the sky. The cries of the seagulls flying up above started to make Eren grow anxious. 

He despised them. He hated how they could grow a pair of wings and fly free from any worries that humans have. They had their freedoms; Eren didn’t. The brunette shifter took a step forward, kicking the water as he stopped moving, lowering his head as his bangs covered his eyes.

“Eren?” you asked softly as you placed a hand on his shoulder, immediately recoiling as you felt how tense he was. “What’s wrong? Aren’t you happy to see the ocean?”

“Yeah,” he whispered as he looked ahead yet again, his turquoise eyes looking over the horizon as if he was searching for something. “Just on the other side...”

“What did you say?” you ask, taking a small step back.

“On the other side...are our real enemies.” He lifted his hand slowly, sticking his index finger out. “If we cross this ocean, and kill our enemies, will we finally be free?”

He couldn’t stop. He had come this far; he had to keep on pushing forward. He knew the outcome. He knew he had to keep on fighting. Eren knew what he had to do, the mission. The task his dad told him to do before his son ate him. Deep down, he knew it wouldn’t end well. But if it meant freedom for you and his friends, he would do it. 

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

Eren’s demeanor changed drastically as he witnessed his friend enjoying the outside world firsthand. All of them were dressed up in fancy clothing to blend in with the citizens outside Paradis. The Scouts managed to infiltrate Marley with no problems at all. 

Eren watched you from his peripheral vision, a small smile curling on his lips at the reaction of ice cream hitting your lips for the first time. A squeal emitted from your cold mouth as you gasped in excitement, holding the treat to his lips. “You have to try some! It’s so good!!”

“I bet it is,” he hummed as he took his top hat off, placing it against his chest as he leaned against the railings.

“What’s wrong? You don’t seem excited about being here.”

“I’ve seen it all already from my dad’s memories. It’s cool to see it first hand, but the excitement of living the moment is gone.”

You move over beside him, your shoulders touching as you lick the white goodness off the cone, humming softly. “What else do you know about?”

He stayed silent as he listened to the kids' constant cries behind him, parents yelling at them to calm down. “Not much,” There is much. “It’s pretty boring,” It's life or death. “Nothing too big to know about,” It’s big, and it's coming soon. You have to be ready.

You pout as you grab his hand, squeezing it gently, tracing his knuckles with the pad of your thumb, enjoying the ridges of his skin underneath yours. “Sounds pretty boring. Your dad must have been a lame man.”

“Yeah, that’s one way to put it,” he hummed as he wrapped an arm around your waist, bringing you close to his side as his lips pressed gently on your temple.

The meeting didn’t go well. A representative spoke to all of you about Historia, the rightful queen now sitting on the throne. As soon as she was brought up, you noticed Eren stand up and walk out of the meeting. You frown as you watch the door swing shut, Eren’s footsteps retracting as he walks down the hall. 

Eren ventured outside of the place, his veins filling with dread and agony. He hated it. He hated that this place will be covered in red, dirt, and bones in a couple of months. Debris upon debris resting on innocent citizens, the stomping of giant creatures marching across the earth. 

He knew this had to be done. There was no other option. He had to do it. He had to end them. 

He walked with a stern look in his eyes. His hands shoved in the front pocket of his coat. His body had changed over the years. Now he was 19 years old, and his hair reached the top of his shoulder. He’s gotten taller as his shoulders broadened. He was different from who he used to be. He doesn’t have much longer, and everyone knews it. Eren only had four years of life left until he passed on, giving his power to the next successor of the Attack Titan and the Founding Titan. 

He heard adults yelling at children who stole, begging for anyone to stop them. Eren would do it, but stopped himself in mid-motion. He could help them all he wanted now, but he couldn’t help them later. It was useless. In time, they would be nothing but blood and a pile of rotten bodies. 

He walked down the streets of the town, taking in each random detail they had to offer. The houses looked nice for now. The ground was more gravel than cement. He’s not a fan of gravel floors. Stands were put up for random things, which was cool for the owners. He wondered how much time they all have. 

Day turned into night as Eren made his way back to his friends, entering a tent that a family was friendly enough to let them stay for a bit. He found it amusing that they were all able to get along quite well.

He couldn’t remember how it happened. One minute they were all fine, laughing and smiling. Then the next, the conversation fell dark to the point that Eren walked himself out again, a single tear trailing down his face. 

He couldn’t stare at their faces, knowing the outcome. Whenever he stared at the young boy from earlier, he saw dirt. How futile it was to try and help him when the boy was going to die soon.

You too, he couldn’t stand to see your smiling face, unaware of the destruction he was going to cause. Your laugh only tightened the strings around his dull heart. 

“Eren?” you called out, emerging out from the tent. “What happened?”

“Huh?” He lifted a hand and wiped his tears with the pad of his finger. “Nothing. I just wanted to come outside. I needed a break from that.”

“Are you okay? You’ve been acting strange ever since we got here. What’s going on?” You walked over to him, your bare feet hitting the ground as you stopped beside him, grabbing his hand. 

He stayed silent as he stared at the night sky, his eyes reflecting the moon’s light as it brightened your path. Mountains were in the distance. You could make out their silhouette from where you stood. There was a chilly breeze that made goosebumps form on your arm. The trees surrounding the area created a barrier from the outside world, the leaves falling from the branches as they swayed with the swishes of air. Eren let out a puff of air, the fumes blending in. 

He had been more distant. He knew that  he had. He needed to keep it this way. He was going to ask you, and he knew your response. Yet, he needed to hear it up close. Maybe you could change his mind. Possibly, there would be a look in your eyes that will make up his mind. He didn’t want to kill innocent civilians. He wanted to get away from this mess and live the rest of his life that he has left. Yet, his calling of freedom was knocking at his door, and could only wait for so much longer. 

“Something will happen, Y/N,” Eren whispered into the cold air, turning on his heel to face you. “I don’t want it to.”

“What do you mean something is going to happen? Is it something with your father’s memories?” you asked, placing a hand on his arm.

“No, it’s not. It’s me. They are my memories. It can’t be stopped.”

“What are you talking about, Eren? You aren’t making sense.”

“Y/N,” he said and looked down at you. His eyes were sad. They held a thousand mysteries, puzzles that were begging to be put together for someone to understand the story behind it genuinely. “What am I to you..?”

“Huh?” you searched his eyes, only getting the sense of defeat and sorrow. His eyes weren’t bright anymore. They’re not as bright as they used to be. His drive was still there, but not the same. He didn’t show it anymore to anyone. He became reserved as he refused to tell anyone but yourself or maybe Armin. That was it.

“What am I to you, Y/N?”

“You’re my boyfriend,” you finally answered him, your mouth going dry. “Why are you asking me that question, Eren..?”

“Of course..” he muttered, ignoring your question as he grabbed both of your hands in his, holding them to his chest. “Do you trust me?”

“You didn’t an-”

“Do you trust me,” he demanded, his own eyes welling up with tears. “Do you?”

“Course I do,” you breathed out, your voice cracking as your tone pitched up. “Why wouldn’t I..?”

“I just needed to hear you say that. Promise me, that even after, you’ll still put your faith in me.”

“I- I promise, Eren. B-But, what is going to happen? Will you be okay? Will we be okay…?”

“Don’t ask such silly questions,” he muttered and brought you closer to him, enveloping you in his warmth. “I have something I want to show you. I saw it when I went out earlier.”

And with that, he did. Hand in hand as he walked you to a secluded area. A blanket was spread out in front of a pond. He led you to it as you both laid down on it, star gazing as he let you ramble about mindless things, pointing up at the constellations. The nagging voice in the back of his head kept reminding him of his plan, but he had better things to focus on.

You.

Laying here with you reminded him of the first time you ventured into town with him, the moment he knew he wanted you by his side out of everyone. Now, at 19, you had matured a lot since then. Your skirt hugged your curves as your jacket clung onto you in the cold. The moon illuminated your complexion but mostly brought out your award-winning smile. He couldn’t help but let out a hum as he leaned over you, bringing a hand to cradle your face, lowering his head as his lips captured yours in a sweet kiss.

The evening was spent with breathless words of love and sweet confessions between the both of you. One final moment of tranquility and serenity for him, for you. One last kiss, one last touch, one last gasp of the others name. One last time, before he leaves. 

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

Eren’s eyes opened slowly as he took in his surroundings. His eyes drooped as he watched the houses below burn up and explode from the fires. In front of him were massive creatures, marching slowly to their destination. 

How long had it been since he was dreaming?

Where was everyone?

Where were you? God, were you safe? Were you on high ground? Please be safe, please, please.

Ever since he got into his form, his eyes fluttered shut as he went into a slumber like a mode as his memories played like a movie that he had no control of. He remembers how he first got into this mess, his training years. Those years inspired him to do better, to be better than the rest. To show everyone that his goal of eradicating the titans will come true. 

Trost showed him that not everyone would be on his side. That some could turn on you quickly at any sign of danger. You had to be ready for people to switch sides regarding the situation. 

Not everyone was who they say they are. Reiner, Annie, Bertolt. The warriors that caused Eren’s story to have a beginning. The ones who started this cursed cycle of death upon death. 

Eren slowly lifted his head, his long brown hair covering his whole face. He could feel the marks ingraining into his skin, how he hated them. 

He heard children screaming from below before there was silence, signifying their death. He internally hated himself for what had happened, for the monster he had become. If his father stopped it back then when the Colossal and the Armored first broke down Wall Maria, would this have happened? Was there a sign he didn’t notice? Were there warnings that he could have taken notice of the future? What was out there?

He knew he only had little time left on this earth, four years to be exact. He wanted to spend it in peace with you. In a small place away from all this mess, away from everyone. He only wanted you.

You.

The blood sticking to your face made you feel disgusted. Your lungs ached as all you inhaled was the fumes of the smoke. You desperately needed food and water, but those weren’t on your priority list. You fluttered your eyes open and blinked in surprise. 

The sky was no longer an ashy grey but was replaced with the night time sky, thousands of stars twinkling in the heavens as white streaks mixed with greens and purple were painted across. Your eyes followed it until it stopped at a beacon of light, the branches shooting out from above that made it look like a tree with the bottom symbolizing the roots. 

In front of the beacon, a person stood there with their back facing you. Curiosity got the best of you as you stepped forward, taking notice of the sand underneath your barefoot. You wiggled your toes as you ventured forward, wary of who it was. “Hello..?”

The person lifted their head but didn’t dare to look behind their shoulder. You observed their movements as their long hair swayed with no breeze around. They wore a jacket with a hood that went to the curve of their behind, matching brown pants. They looked stiff, were they okay?

“Y/N...”

You tensed up at the voice, a choked noise leaving your mouth as you stumbled forward, using your hands to catch yourself on the floor as you fell to your knees. “You—”

Eren turned around, a small smile playing on his lips. “You’re safe..”

“But- How?! I saw you from the sky and you—”

He shook his head as he walked over to you, kneeling in front of you. A strand fell in front of his face as he lifted a hand, cupping your cheek. His thumb reached out as he stroked the swell gently, taking notice of the scraps and dried up blood on your features. “...I’m sorry.”

“W-why, are you sorry..?” you ask softly, leaning into his touch. This was what you wanted. You wanted him again to be here with you. “You’re here, aren’t you?”

“I’m not here. I’m communicating with you through this,” he motions with his hand to the tree-like beacon of light. “This is what I’m able to connect with all Eldians. Subjects of Ymir, you’re all connected to this. You, Jean, Mikasa, Armin, and everyone else.”

Your eyes widened at the news, looking over his shoulder. You took in the blinding colors of white and light blue. It was beautiful, almost too beautiful. It swirled as the colors contrast yet complement each other. It was like it was drawing you closer and closer. 

“Then...where am I?”

“Don’t worry about that. I need you to listen to me, my love,” he said seriously as he suddenly held your face in his hands. His face was so much closer to yours. “I don’t have much longer, and you know that.”

“Course I know that.” You placed your hands to rest over his, curling your fingers around it. “Why would you bring that up..?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Course I do,” you breathed out. “I always have, I always will.” This time, you said it with confidence. You replayed the memories of him asking you weird questions from that night that seemed so long ago. “I put my faith into you, Eren..”

He stared down at you with sad eyes as he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, lingering his lips there and not caring of the salty taste of sweat and the horrid smell of dirt. “Promise me that you’ll stay safe no matter what. nd when the time comes, you know what to do.”

“I promise you, Eren.”

“And when the time comes, you’ll do it.”

“T-Time..? What else is coming?! Eren, what aren’t you telling me?!”

“I can’t,” he said as he stood up, bringing you with him. “There isn’t enough time for me to say it.”

“Yes, there is!” you cried out as you curled your fingers around his jacket. “There’s always time! Why are you leaving me in the dark?! I thought you trusted me?!”

“I do trust you! I can’t tell you! You have to keep trusting me!” he snapped and suddenly held you close to his chest, his arms wrapped around your protectively. “No one else but you. I promise it’ll be okay.”

A choked sob left your mouth as you snapped your eyes open, gasping for air as you looked around suddenly. The murky sky was back, the smoke of fire mixing within the clouds. Your hands clawed at your throat, scratching and feeling for anything out of the ordinary. “What happened?!” you cried out as you fell back on your ass, feeling the ship’s deck underneath. “Where did you go?!”

“Y/N!” Jean yelled as he comes into your hindsight, shaking you with his hands. “Snap out of it!! We can’t lose you here! What’s going on?!”

“E-Eren,” you whispered and look up at him with wide eyes, tears flowing freely. “I s-saw Eren..”

“You saw Eren..? How did you see him?”

“I don’t know,” you choked up and brought a hand to your head, panting softly. “I opened my eyes, and I was in this place, it was dark with the night sky. There was a beacon of light, i-it looked like tree branches, and Eren was standing in front of it! He kept saying I had to trust him over and over and told me it would be okay, and... I had to do it when the time came to it.”

“Did you ask what he meant?”

“He kept saying there wasn’t time. He wouldn’t answer me. He held me close, and I opened my eyes and now... I’m somehow back here again.”

You were glad Jean didn’t look down at you like you were crazy. He nodded slowly as he looked above, yelling out words to someone you didn’t know. You didn’t bother to listen to him. You were still confused about how Eren managed to pop right in and out as nothing happened. 

“I’ll be back, okay?” Jean muttered as he walked off quickly to whoever needs him.

You brought a hand to your face, tracing the outline of your scar. “Eren..where are you..?” you whispered as you shut your eyes, desperately trying to go back to the place you were just at. “Come on!” you yelled in frustration as you tried again.

‘It won’t work. Only I can do it.’

You froze as you looked around quickly, no sight of anyone near you. Everyone was at the head of the ship. “Huh?”

‘I can bring you, Y/N. Wishing yourself there won’t happen.’

You let out a small sigh as you rubbed your temple in a circle. “I’m going crazy, I guess. Eren isn’t even here..”

‘I am. I’m only speaking to you.’

“Where are you then..?”

‘I’m nowhere near you. You guys are safe, but not forever.’

“What did you mean when you said, I have to do it. What are you talking about, Eren?”

‘Like I said, I can’t tell you,” his voice rang through your head, almost leaving an aching feeling in your heart. 

“Is there time…?” you asked softly, bringing your hands to your chest. You wanted him to say yes, there was time and that this hell was a dream. You wanted to wake up in his arms, in his cell that he was kept in even after all these years. 

You wanted to see him smile. You wanted to see him run around with your children with the amount of years he has left. You want to hear his melodic laugh again. You want to see his ears go red when he tells a small white lie to protect himself for whatever reasons.

You want time to reverse itself.

‘There isn’t enough time, my love. I love you. You better remember that. Don’t be afraid about it. Nothing will happen to you nor anyone else. I’m protecting you. Just remember, trust me.’

“Eren.” you whimpered and looked up at the sky, a tear falling off the curve of your face. “I love you, Eren. I promise. I’ll do it. I trust you. I fucking trust you! You hear me?!” you sob out as you placed a hand to your heart, the silver band resting on your left hand shining from the sun's rays. You trusted him. You put your faith in him.

Now it was time for you to stay true to your word.

#eren jaeger #eren jaeger x reader #eren x reader #aot #snk #attack on titan imagines #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyojin imagines #shingekinno kyojin x reader #aot spoilers #attack on titan spoilers #aot fic #snk fic #eren yeager x reader #my fic #fic

[generouspeachheart]

Jealousy is gunfire

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!bau!reader

Summary: Spencer and reader are in a secret relationship. The team tries to get them to get over eachother. Spencer fucks up. Reader does too. They make up in the end. If there are anny grammar mistakes, feel free to let me know!

Category: Angst with a happy ending. 

Warnings: Cursing.

Words: 2,821

-

You and Spencer had been dating for about 4 months now. No one in the them knew about it. They teased you relentlessly about your ‘crushes’ on each other, not knowing that one night, after a case, you invited Spencer over for a Dr. Who marathon, where he confessed to liking you more than a friend, and you kissed the living hell out of him. However, just like everything else in your lives, things were bound to get complicated.

-

“You think we should tell them?” Looking down on the rest of the team, while you and Spencer took off to the break room to refill your coffees, the question popped into your head. “I mean…..I don’t know. We’re colleagues after all, so….so maybe we-we shouldn’t.” Spencer pointed out. I know it’s the right thing to do but I don’t really want to keep it a secret from anyone. But it seems as though he does, so I’m not gonna push it. “Yeah, you’re right, I was thinking the same thing.”

I didn’t want to keep my relationship with Y/N a secret. I want to tell everyone. I want to shout if from the rooftops. That I finally got the girl of my dreams. I was hoping she would say no to my proposal. I was hoping she was gonna say that she wants everyone to know. Everyone was ‘shipping’ us anyway, so I didn’t see why we should keep it a secret. But she clearly wanted it kept a secret, so I wasn’t going to push it. “Alright then, I think we should go back to them.” “Yeah, let’s go.”

-

All that mess let us to this night. We had a night off, and planned on going out together, since we haven’t been out as a team for a long time. As much as both you and Spencer wanted to spend the night on your couch, watching a cheesy rom-com and eating junk food, it would look too suspicious, seeing as everybody else had agreed, so you both agreed to come with as well. First mistake.

“Alright so ill meet you all in front of ‘Jack Rose’ 8pm sharp?” “Yes, sir!” the team all said in unison. “Mind if I run late, beefcake?” “Depends on the reason, Pretty Lady. ” “I have to pick up a dress from my sisters house.” That was sort of a lie. The dress in question is a dress I actually left at Spencer’s place after our fourth date. It was a beautiful dark purple, backless dress Spencer loved on, and also off of, me, so I knew that was the one I had to wear. “Hmmm, I don’t know if I believe you, Boss Lady.” You really loved Morgan, but him snooping in your business was much more than you could handle tonight. “How do I know you’re not just gonna ditch us?” I sighed. “Pinky promise?” I ask, holding out my pinkie finger towards Morgan. “Alright then.” He said, after hooking his own pinky finger with mine. ”I’ll see you a bit later than 8pm, Pretty Lady.” “You got it, beefcake.”

As far as I know, Y/N hadn’t left a dress at her sisters. Maybe she was lying trying to get us out of all this. But then the pinky finger is not a promise Y/N’s known to break. Alright then.

Y/N felt a buzz coming from her phone as the team was saying their goodbyes.

~From: My Pretty Boy ♡

What are you up to?

As soon as the team split up, he got a text notification on his phone.

~From: My Pretty Lady ♡

I’m planning to wear The Dress ™.

A smile overtook Spencer’s face.

~To: My Pretty Lady ♡

So, may I drive you home, m’lady?

~From: My Pretty Lady ♡

Yes, sir. You may.

-

That’s what got us here. In this goddamn sweaty club where Morgan is trying to make me talk to some blonde he found sitting alone at the bar. “I’m telling you, Pretty Boy, you have to get over Y/N. If you’re not going to do anything about that little crush of yours, then you need to get busy.” He really loved Morgan, but him snooping in his business was much more than he could handle tonight. He noticed you dancing on the floor with Garcia and Emily and figured, to get Morgan off his case, he’s just going to go up to her, explain the situation, and if she could, politely, slap him and walk towards the lady’s room. “Fine, ill go talk to her.” As he went stood up to go bother this poor girl what he failed to notice is Y/N’s eyes scanning the bar trying to find him, to try and convince him to dance with her.

“I’m telling you, Y/N, you have to get over Spencer. The only way to do so, is to get jiggy with that model that has been staring you down the entire time you’ve been dancing.” Emily could really be a push-over sometimes. “I’m not going to do that, Em. I don’t mind just dancing with you two.” “Oh, come on, Y/N, give yourself a bit of a break here. You have been thirsting over Wonder Boy long enough, I think its time.” Garcia can be a bit of a push-over too, at times. “You’re right. It’s been long enough, I’m going to go ask Spencer to dance with me!” You said, yelling over the loud music, ignoring the cheers coming from Garcia and Emily. As you scanned the room to find him, you noticed he’s not at the table with Morgan anymore. “I’m going to go get a bit of liquid courage, and then I’m gonna go find out where he is!” You yelled, separating from the ladies, heading for the bar. As the crowd cleared, you came to a halt. There he was. Flirting with a girl. At the bar. Her hand lightly touching his arm, whilst he threw his head backwards, laughing at something the blonde had said. First, he wanted to keep the two of you a secret, saying it’s for ‘the better for the team’, and now there he was, flirting with a random girl in a bar they were both in. She was so pretty and her hair was so flowy and she looked nothing like you. You saw red. ‘Both can play that game, Spencer’ you thought, heading back towards Emily and Garcia. “What happened, Y/N?” “You were right, Em. Spencer is just a waste of my time. Where’s that model you were talking about earlier?”

As the girl from the bar slapped him across the face, storming off to the bathroom, he thanked her as she walked past him. Going back to the table, he saw Morgan’s disappointed face staring at him. “What the hell happened?” “I don’t know. It was going well and then I guess I said something wrong, because she accused me of trying to take advantage of her, and well… you saw the rest.” “That’s a real shame, Pretty Boy. What are you gonna do know?” Spencer thought about it. What was he gonna do? He didn’t want any of this happening again, so he decided to go and find you on the dance floor and tell you he doesn’t want to keep your relationship as a secret anymore. “I’m going to go dance with Y/N!” “Oh, wow, way to go man.” He looked toward Morgan to thank him for the wishes, but saw his smile flatter. “What wrong?” “I think you may have missed your chance. Look.” He said, pointing towards the dance floor. First, he saw you, in that beautiful dress of yours. Then he saw the smile on your face. And then he saw your arms around some guy, and his arms dangerously close to the lower part of your back. He was a bit shorted than him, muscular and had light blond hair that fell just over his ears. He saw red. He knew it was sort of his idea to keep you a secret but he didn’t expect you to go out and dance with random men you found at a bar you were both in. He stood up angrily, and headed towards the dance floor.

Seeing his face twist with anger was not a sight you ever wanted to see. But you stood your ground. “Spencer, hey.” You tried to sound cheerful as if you just saw a childhood friend, not your pissed off boyfriend. You took your arms off the guy and before you could do anything with them, Spencer took your forearm, squeezing lightly. “Can we talk, Y/N?” spitting the words through his teeth. “What about?” you tried to sound innocent but the venom from your lip wrapped around the words getting out of them, and the fire in your eyes wasn’t easily dismissed. “Y/N, please.” You know it was supposed to be all insecure and sweet tricking you into feeling bad, but you weren’t backing down. “Sure, let’s get out of here.” You took the hand wrapped around your forearm, tearing it away, and pulling him towards the exit. As you entered the valley behind the bar, Spencer decided to finally talk.

“What the hell was that?” he spat. “What was what?” ”Don’t play dumb with me, Y/N.” he warned. She dared chuckle. “Oh, you mean that blond guy who I was dancing with?” she gestured towards the bar. “Oh, he was so nice.” She said, dismissing with her hand. “What the hell is this about?” “I should be asking the same thing, Spencer.” He never heard his name come out of your mouth like that. He was scared.

“What were you doing with that blonde hottie at the bar, huh, Spencer?!” you yelled. “What made you laugh so hard you forgot your girlfriend was in the room, huh!?” you yelled some more. “Y/N, that…. I wasn’t…” “Oh now cats got your tongue, huh, Spencer?” “No, I… I wasn’t flirting with her.” “What Is it you were doing then?!” you yelled again. “Morgan said I should go get her number to get over you, and I went over and told her about us and asked her to slap me?!” he screamed back. “What the fuck was so funny then?!” she screamed yet again. “She said you looked like a runway model, and I agreed!” “Oh, come on!” “Its true! You can ask Morgan if you like!”

He was tired of screaming. His voice cracked with the next words. “I would never flirt with someone else. Why would I ever want to? I have you. You’re more than enough for me. You are way out of my league and I’m lucky you even looked my way.” He saw the way your eyes fell after he said that. A silence took over the both of you. She lowered her arms. “I was dancing with that guy because Emily and Garcia told me to.” Spencer looked up at that. “I was actually about to find you and ask you to dance with me instead.” Fuck. “But then I saw you with that girl. And I got mad. Like, really mad.” Shit. “I’m sorry Y/N. I didn’t….I don’t….” He sure felt like shit right now. He dropped his head and looked at his shoes. He then felt a pair of fingers on his chin.

You lifted his chin so he could look at you. “Its okay, Spence, you didn’t know.” His mouth seemed to perk up at the nickname. “I’m sorry for dancing with that guy. Its just…” you stopped for a second, contemplating whether you should confess this. Fuck it. “I know about your ‘preference to blonds’. And when I saw that girl and you, I just. I got insecure and jealous and I just….” You’re pretty sure he saw the tear that fell down your cheek, but you couldn’t care. “I’m sorry, I know green is a horrible color on me.” He wiped the tear off your cheek. “You look stunning in green. In any color, if I’m being honest. But there is no need to be jealous.” You looked up at him. Staring him right in the eyes. Those beautiful, soft eyes you often found yourself getting lost in. “I’m in love with you, Y/N. You hear me? I’m in love with you. And only you.”

“I’m in love with you too.” you confessed, after some silence. “I’m sorry.” “No, I’m sorry.” “I guess we're both sorry then.” You tried your hand at humor, but Spencer didn’t laugh. “No, Y/N, I’m sorry. It’s my fault.” “Were both at fault here, Spence, its ok….” “No, I’m at fault. I’m the one who brought up keeping us a secret and I shouldn’t have.” “Oh…” “I don’t want to keep you a secret. I just….” You brought your hand up to his face, rubbing your thumb along his cheekbone. He leans into your palm. “I was just afraid you would be ashamed of being with me.” “Spencer.” A tear fell. “Spencer no! No. I’m not ashamed of you. I never was. Why would I be, Jesus Christ, have you seen yourself? Have you heard yourself?” Spencer then opened his eyes to look into yours. “You’re brilliant. You’re perfect for me. To me. And if I’m being honest?” Spencer nodded his head confirming he was ready to hear whatever is about to come out of your mouth. “You’re a fucking smoke show!”

I didn’t expect that. She caught me off guard. I let out a laugh. God, I love her. With every atom of my being. “Really?” He knows he shouldn’t have asked that. He felt the smack over his head before she even raised her hand. He squeezed his eyes inn anticipation. But instead, he felt both her hands on this jawline. Opening his eyes he saw the most truthful look he ever saw on a person. “Really, Spencer-nova. You’re the hottest piece of ass I ever fucking saw.” I would laugh if I wasn’t so lost in her eyes. I pulled he to me, laying my lips against her soft ones. With every kiss a new set of butterflies erupts from his stomach. Pulling away, he states. “Did you know that some butterfly species migrate from the cold? Although in many cases cold weather will end the already short life of a butterfly by rendering them immobile, others take the dropping temperature as a signal to move. Butterflies are cold-blooded and require, in ideal settings, a body temperature of approximately 85 degrees to activate their flight muscles. If the weather begins changing some species simply migrate in search of sunshine. Some, like the North American Monarch, travel an average of 2,500 miles.” She looked at me with the most love anyone has ever looked at him. “I did not know that. But I’m so fucking happy to know now.”

-

“I’m sorry I didn’t oppose to the idea.” ”I’m sorry I ever said anything about keeping us a secret.” They were currently sitting on Y/N’s couch, after driving to her house from the bar, stripping their club clothes and putting on their favorite pj’s, watching Love, Actually. Okay Love, Actually played in the background as they kissed. A lot. And talked. Occasionally.

Suddenly your eyes widened. “Oh shit!” “What is it?” you could hear the panic in Spencer’s voice. “We didn’t tell them anything.” Spencer chuckled. “Oh, shit, indeed.” You both sprinted to their respective coats, pulling out their phones. You had 12 missed called from Garcia and 5 texts from Emily.

~From: Praying Mantis:

Y/N WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?

DID SPENCER DO ANYTHING?

I SWEEAR TO GOD I WILL MURDER HIM. I’M NOT SCARED OF JAIL!

I just saw his car pulling away. I hope the two of you are okay.

ANWSER ME GODDAMN IT, IM WORRIED

~To: Praying Mantis:

Sorry, Em. We are both fine. We're together. We're fine. I'll fill you in on the deets later. Love you. ❤️

~To: Unicorn Goddess:

Srry, bb. Spence and I are finito. Spilling 🍵 ltr. Ly ❤️

~From: Praying Mantis:

Oh, thank God. Enjoy the silence now, Y/N, I’ve got a lot of questions for the two of you. Love you too. ❤️

~From: Unicorn Goddess:

Okay, bb. Hope ur having fun! 🍆 🍑 💦 Ttytmrw! Ly2 ❤️

You head a chuckle behind you. Turning your hear you saw Spencer talking on the phone. By the wolf whistles coming from Spences phone, you guessed he was talking to Morgan. “Say hi to beefcake for me!” you yelled, seeing Spences cheeks turn a slight shade of pink. “I didn’t know she was with you, dude, oh my god why didn’t you say so? Okay, okay goodbye now, enjoy your night, Pretty Boy.” Morgan all but screamed into his phone. As Spencer hung up the phone, he looked over at you. “Situation defused?” he asked. “Situation defused.” You confirmed.

#spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer x you #criminal minds

[jangmi-latte]

❞ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐈𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐌𝐞𝐭.. ❝

➻ content: four smoothies! the last two, served

➻ warnings: uwu

➻ comments: here is the next part of the request! part one involves riddle and leona. mentions events from epel’s ceremonial robe sr card and chapter four!!! (not really spoilers) 

Ⅲ.

…⚘  I Met You…

➺ you met because of rook.

➺ being a part of pomefiore meant you specialised in science, are hard-working, and beautiful. you and epel are both from the same homeland and knowing that both of you are neighbours, oh dear… 

➺ if epel is a brash young boy, then you’re no exception. maybe a little less brash than epel but you do have that country accent along with seeing the fun in being non-sophisticated like vil. 

➺ now, let’s go back to how rook was able to make you and vil meet. apparently, during the entrance ceremony, after being sorted into pomefiore, you escaped and wandered around the grounds of night raven college.

➺ in the end, you got lost. you nearly missed the welcome party that vil threw. up until the dorm head did a roll-call that rook started to look around for the only female in the whole college. you were sorted into pomefiore too. even epel was surprised not to see you around.

➺ rook found you wandering around the main building, near the tower just in front of the school and led you back to the dorm. you were baffled by how rook spoke plus the culture shock you experienced was enough to make the vil schoenheit be your mentor.

➺ the look on epel’s face told you it isn’t a good experience. rook was his babysitter, how unfortunate of you to have vil as YOUR mentor. see how i used different terms to refer to your babysitters?

➺ unlike what epel is going through, your meeting with vil was rather, surprising. you knew basic table manners, which made epel want you to be his mentor instead, and you can easily carry yourself. just a little work on your choice of words because vil wasn’t entirely impressed by how you said ‘absobloodylutely’ instead of saying a ‘yes’.

➺ by surprising, vil’s treatment to you wasn’t any different to how he treated epel. he was a little lenient on you (you want that in percentages? let’s say 5% lenient) since he had bigger trust on you. aha, jokes on him you’re also shovelling horseshit with epel.

➺ he has yet to know what happens behind his back and rook has also become your babysitter because of that.

…⚘  Closer To You…

➺ how do i say this…

➺ if anyone would describe how you two got close, it would be a heart monitor. it’s a rollercoaster for sure and rook enjoys watching two people with different personalities trying to get along.

➺ you’re epel 2.0 and vil nearly pulled his hair out with how carefree you are. one time he saw you and epel covered in mud after chasing a runaway horse and he’s not impressed. you’re a lady, hold yourself better! rook is laughing is ass off while vil dragged you to clean up. epel looked at you apologetically while you just pouted. 

➺ “you are pomefiore’s student! in the name of the queen, be more graceful!” “but that’s not me!” 

➺ woowee, you just made vil dumbfounded. that’s right, that’s not you. but vil won’t just take that easily. how about we do things your way while also make you be more of how a pomefiore student should be.

➺ you are now epel 2.0 and rook 2.0. while rook is away, you are tagging behind him. how did that happen? despite being who you are, you are a hard-working student. you were able to maintain your grades, help other fellow first years, and was even to point out some of vil’s not-so-obvious flaws. 

➺ “vil…” and you’ll suddenly cut a loose thread from his uniform.

➺ with you being a lady, vil is able to earn some knowledge from your nonstop blabbers. he’ll let you talk about anything you want while he corrects your proper use fo words. subconsciously, you’re learning and vil couldn’t be happier.

➺ if epel can carve apples, you can cook. living in a village which population is mostly old people, you have developed a talent for cooking. vil would just suddenly smell something good coming from pomefiore’s kitchen and rook would say, “that’s the mademoiselle!”

➺ he prefers your handmade smoothies rather than those from mostro lounge. 

➺ you two grew closer the more you accompany. you’re learning from him, he’s learning from you, and epel is beyond surprised to see you getting along with the strict model. “how did you do it?” he would ask while you just shrug. 

➺ he didn’t force you to do anything, in fact, he’s just brainwashing you in a good way. surely, he may have been a bit forceful at first, but once he got to know you more – with just his skilful way of using words – he was able to bring out your full potential. still rusty but you’ll get there.

➺ rook is starting to ship both you and vil.

…⚘  I’m Yours…

➺ vil eventually learned to trust you. you have a somewhat good taste of judgement. he always reminds you, “i didn’t build you, you built yourself. i just showed you the right way to do it.” and honestly, that’s some motivational words from a professional model.

➺ if vil gave someone his trust, then you’re a special person indeed. if he lends you some of his makeup brushes or palettes, you’re blessed. one of the rare moments of vil showing his trust to you is when he would subconsciously share some of his stories to you.

➺ “roi des poisons, i can see in your eyes that you have fallen in love!” rook would proclaim and vil would just roll his eyes. he’s in denial, of course.

➺ you, however, began to be all flustered the more you’re around vil. his touches would make you melt, his words will make your bad mood go away, and just his presence would make you be all gushy. how much more will you surprise epel? how could you fall in love with vil schoenheit?!

➺ you honestly don’t know. do you really love him? how could you ignore your fast heartbeat every time he’s close to you? okay, maybe you do have a little crush on him. who wouldn’t it’s vil schoenheit!

➺ but really, besides his gorgeous appearance, vil has really helped you, y’know?

➺ with you first weeks in pomefiore, you were nearly as brash as epel, and now you’re just you. he helped you shape you into who you really are. he helped you uncover talents you never knew you had. everyone just needs to look past vil’s strict nature.

➺ while you’re being a gushy highschool girl, vil is just…well, vil. he’s still confused with his own feelings himself despite rook’s constant convincing. he’ll always look out the window if he hears your voice from outside and if he sees your breathtaking smile, he’ll just smile himself.

➺ the more you present vil with your delicious cooking, the more he would adore your hard-work. vil was used to taking care and working for himself that when someone would take care of him, he’s just speechless.

➺ “vil, have you ate?” he would always hear that every day.

➺ rook’s just waiting for the opportunity to make the both of you confess and he’s irked for that day to come. that opportunity came when you ran into the dorm crying. 

➺ you failed the project you’ve been working hard on that rook knew the only person to comfort you was vil. ah, how it crushes vil to see your adorable face contort into an expression so unsightly. he hates seeing you in distress so, with the use of his words, vil was able to motivate you back into your smiley self.

➺ it was you who confessed to him first just by saying, “i guess this is why i love you.”

➺ rook had to contain himself from making noise after he heard that. vil was surprised but who could deny love? you two became an ideal couple. you still had your differences, but opposites attract don’t they? 

➺ you were finally recognized as his when he posted a picture of you – you were combing his hair and the shot was you smiling in front of the mirror – on his magicam.

➺ epel wanted to faint.

Ⅳ.

…☾  I Met You…

➺ let’s do a little twisted and say your meeting with azul was unexpected.

➺ you are a human, he was a mer-octopus. how did these two different species meet besides meeting in night raven college? well, remember that one moment where azul and the twins earned their legs? that’s how you two met.

➺ you were walking along the beach where azul and the twins laid after recovering from the sudden limb change. you grew concerned on why there are three – rather handsome – men laying on the shore looking like they just escaped death.

➺ you rushed to them and the closest person to your reach was azul. “sir?” you lightly tapped his cheeks and that’s when azul opened his eyes and saw you. followed by jade and floyd, they were all in surprise and you totally didn’t notice they were naked.

➺ azul and the twins didn’t know how to react. this was their first time encountering a human. jade pointed out they’re naked and ohhh boy the embarrassment. you immediately covered your eyes while saying you’re sorry.

➺ azul was able to use clothes changing magic to give the three of them pants and they were really uncomfortable. since it isn’t uncommon to have merfolk going out of the water, it wasn’t hard for azul to explain to you that they’re transferring to night raven college next week and that they have to practice walking.

➺ again, to their surprise, you offered to help them walk. the trio looked at each other before agreeing to your help. you first helped azul by holding his arms, it was a little tricky at first considering their legs were really weak and that the twins are so tall you needed to hold their torso.

➺ they needed a place to stay after all that walking and since you just live near the shores, you offered your little townhouse and made them stay there for a remainder of a week.

➺ one would think how dumb are you to let some strangers stay in your home. either way, if they did plan anything magic is the key to defending yourself, no?

➺ for the whole week, you have helped the three move their feet and azul is greatly thankful for your help. jade had to stop floyd from squeezing you since you’re so huggable.

➺ when it was time they take their leave, they promised to come back and pay you back your generosity even if you keep declining. azul is a kind man after all.

➺ now you have started your first step into a good friendship.

…☾  Closer To You…

➺ in a span of a year, azul kept his promise and kept in contact with you. you didn’t expect to suddenly earn a friend, let alone someone from under the sea. jade had a keen eye and was more than happy to see azul finally have another friend other than both him and floyd.

➺ unbeknownst to azul, a year later after his enrollment, you were pulled into night raven college and into octavinelle. you know that one moment in chapter four where the mc and grim flew their way to octavinelle? yeah, that happened to you except you were thrown out the mirror and landed on floyd.

➺ the twin was annoyed alright but was surprised to see you. now you got to experience his deadly hug that you got dizzy.

➺ floyd easily carried you to the vip room where jade and azul are saying, “little shrimp is here!”

➺ oh god, floyd give y/n a break…

➺ azul was astonished to see you in in nrc. you were in your pajamas too so you were still trying to process everything.

➺ so timeskip, timeskip. crowley let you stay as a member of octavinelle, earned your uniform, let you study there, and get to help azul with the lounge.

➺ your job was to serve and accompany customers who wanted business with azul AND is jade’s replacement when the latter isn’t present. with your stay in the vip room, you would distract azul by talking to him. maybe even help with some paperwork too if he lets you.

➺ your friendship blossomed more the more you stuck to him. everyone would say that azul’s rubbing off of you when really, you’re the one who scolds azul with his antics.

➺ “please don’t tell me you’re going to play a trick over that one client of yours…?” “of course not! i’m generous, there’s no way i’ll make them have a hard time!” “azul.” “yes?” “put that potion down.”

➺ jade is thankful for your presence since azul is starting to open up to you. azul is a mysterious person but when someone cracks his shell, his vulnerable side shows up. he’s still that soft little octopus in the inside who’s scared to lose everyone.

…☾  I’m Yours…

➺ if azul’s a sly friend then he’s a shy romantic. azul makes sure not to let his emotions get to him so it took him quite a while for him to realize he has feelings for you.

➺ azul tends to be clingy and vulnerable when it comes to his friends so he made sure to always think ways through and ignore his feelings to avoid any conflict that may fail his plans.

➺ you weren't any different either. with a new school life to handle, love is something out of your league and as someone situated in a dorm where intelligent people resides, academics are your top priority.

➺ your relationship with azul remained in the constant line of friendship. you remained as friends for years, up until azul turned into his third year did you both finally come into the realization that you two might have feelings for one another.

➺ it was floyd who noticed that azul has been smiling a lot whenever you're around or how his mood seems to be uplifted when you come to him. he bluntly pointed out by saying, "azul looks happier when little shrimp is around. ne ne...y/n stay with azul more often. i don't want him to nag at me."

➺ this made azul's face burn 150 degrees (overreacting? maybe) and he sent floyd away while jade just patted his shoulder and smiled at him. you were confused but nevertheless smiled at azul, feeling thankful that azul finds comfort in your presence.

➺ "it's your chance," jade mouthed before leaving the two of you behind. you looked at azul, talking to him more and eventually started to hold his hand a lot, place your head on his shoulder, and whatnot. azul would be malfunctioning while you did this. like riddle, he isn't entirely used to affection and let alone a girl doing it was making his heart beat erratically.

➺ it was azul who confessed first. he tried to keep his emotions in tact but when you asked what's wrong and if you're making him uncomfortable, he just blurted out, "it's because i like you" before wanting to be in his pot again.

➺ awww...little octopus has made his appearance again as you cooed and said your feelings back before pecking his cheek. if azul could camouflage as an octopus, he can camouflage into heatslabyul's red walls by how red he is.

➺ anywho, you're now officially his girlfriend after that. the twins are happy for your relationship and wishes you two to last long. who knew that just a simple encounter on the beach would lead to this?

➺ you just earned yourself two bodyguards when azul's not around. ah, the perks of having a boyfriend who's good with business and picks the right friends.

➺ he's protective so you'll be safe and sound around nrc from then on.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #pomefiore #octavinelle #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland scenarios #savanaclaw x reader #heartslabyul x reader #pomefiore x reader #octavinelle x reader #scarabia x reader #vil schoenheit #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #riddle rosehearts #vil schoenheit x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #night raven college #nrc

[thatringboy]

Xiaoven idol au? 👀 (no angst please ahah)

okay it may seem a tiny bit angsty at the beginning but i prommy it turns into kisses and cuteness as it goes on

We're Doing It Together

Warnings: Xiao being dumb as rocks and oblivious as hell to everything

Characters: Xiao, Venti

Ships: Xiaoven

Word Count: 1,774

Summary: Idol!Xiao finds out that his close friend Venti wants to join a new troupe after the two of them being solo for a while

The cold night air bit at the young man’s nose as he pulled his forest green hood down over his eyes. He could see his breath float away in the air as he sighed and checked his watch.

He’s late.

The sound of sneakers smacking the pavement got louder in his ears until someone ran up to him out of breath. “Xiao! I’m so sorry! Practice ran long and then Kaeya started an argument with Lisa and then--”

Xiao put a hand to silence him and returned his gaze to the frozen river under the bridge. “It’s fine. Must be nice to have a group like that.”

The new arrival laughed lightly and nudged him. “You make it sound like I’m on stage preforming with them!”

“It’s not like Jean won’t let you.”

He put his hands behind his head, his teal braids blowing gently in the wind. “Eh, my time has come and gone for this business.”

Xiao glared at him. “You make us sound old!”

It was true, the two young men no longer preformed with their original groups. Xiao’s group “Yaksha 5” had disbanded as the other four members all left the idol business and his new band “Adepti” only met once a month to write songs. No more live performances. The other young man, Venti, used to preform under the stagename “Barbatos” with the famous idol group “Celestia”, but he and the other remaining senior member - a tall man who went by the stagename “Morax” - had left a while ago. Now, Morax went by Zhongli and occasionally wrote songs with Adepti while Venti became a choreographer with a popular rookie troupe named “Favonius”.

The two stood there in silence watching the lights of streetlamps dance off of falling snowflakes before them. Venti tucked his hands into his jacket pockets and sighed. “I got an offer from a new group of guys who want me on stage with them. They say they want me on soprano.”

Xiao gave him a sideways look. “And? I thought you swore off preforming or something when you left Celestia.”

Venti balled his hands into fists inside his pocket and didn’t meet his eyes. “I think… I met the center of this group; he’s a really nice guy. They’ve got a manager already and apparently have done some music with Jean. She’s the one who got me in contact with them.”

“So you’re gonna join them?” His voice sounded distant, lonely. There weren’t many solo performers in the idol world. Xiao and Venti had been riding their residual fame from their past groups for years and hadn’t really signed contracts with a single troupe from how sourly they left their past groups. Xiao thought they were special in that way… but Venti was the one still getting new offers for shows while Xiao had to almost beg to be an opening.

Venti looked him in the eyes. “I haven’t agreed to yet.”

“Really?” Xiao scoffed. “And here I thought you would be all over the chance to start a new group.”

The shorter man squinted his eyes. “I told them I’m only joining up if my conditions are met!”

Xiao’s eyebrows shot up. “You have standards?”

“Of course! And very high ones at that!” Venti pouted. “How else do you think I put up with you?”

Xiao felt warm in the face at that remark, he only prayed that the darkness of the night hid this from Venti.

Suddenly, Venti’s volume dropped to a whisper and he began to fidget with his fingers. “My conditions were that you had to join the group as well. They want to call the group ‘4NEMO’ and they were still searching for a fourth guy so I figured…”

He trailed off as he caught Xiao staring at him with a bewildered expression. Venti began to panic. Did he just hurt Xiao’s pride? He knew that the taller man didn’t like to accept help from others, but for some reason he thought this time would be different.

Venti was yanked from his thoughts as Xiao closed the distance between them and engulfed him in a hug. “My my, what a sudden show of affection!”

Xiao had did it to keep Venti from seeing the red on his cheek. Truth be told, he was deeply touched by Venti turning down a chance to play more shows if he couldn’t be by his side, but he was too inexperienced at returning kindness. A hug seemed to suffice, right?

“Thank you, Venti, that means the world to me.”

“Does it really?” The words spilled from his mouth before he even finished thinking them. He didn’t want Xiao to agree to something as serious as starting a new idol group with strangers just to appease him.

Xiao pulled away just to lean down and press the softest of kisses to Venti’s lips. The shorter of the two thought his heart was going to explode. Sure, the two had danced around each other for as long as they knew each other and Venti would have been a fool to not notice Xiao’s attractiveness during that time. But they had never been more than friends-who-flirt-with-each-other.

The taller pulled away with a red face as he searched Venti’s eyes. “Does that convince you?”

Venti nodded briskly, his brain not exactly processing what had just happened. It seemed Xiao’s brain was only just then catching up to his actions because he suddenly stepped back and covered his mouth with his hands, his eyes widening to a horrified expression.

“I didn’t--I mean--I--Sorry!” He blurted out from behind his hands.

Venti touched his own lips and blinked a few times before thinking of what to say. “So you really want to be in a group with me, huh?”

Xiao pulled his hands down and while his face was contorted into a snarl, his cheeks still burned red. “And? So what?! Don’t let it go to your head, I just need the money!”

The shorter man giggled and grabbed Xiao’s hand, lacing their fingers together without any resistance. “Sure, whatever you say~”

Despite his harsh tone, Xiao pressed the side of his body next to Venti’s to b closer to him. “So, who are the guys in this group?”

Venti hummed. “Well, the center is this blonde guy named Aether who’s new in town. I heard he’s done some work for Favonius in the past and that he’s friends with the girls in Qixing. The other guy is named Kazuha. He ran with Beidou’s crew for a bit to get away from the whole Tenryou Doxxing drama and now he’s teaming up with Aether to form 4NEMO. I think the manager is Sucrose. You know, Albedo’s manager? She’s picking up the job for this group too.”

“Hmm, impressive. Sounds like a good group. I think I’ll like it.” Xiao looked out to the distance.

Venti beamed. “Wait, you mean it?”

Xiao felt himself turning red again. “Ah, yeah, sure. I know Aether, we did so collab work once, I trust him.”

Venti reached up and poked his cheek. “And because you’ll be dancing with me?”

Xiao grabbed his hand and leaned down again. “I wouldn’t mind getting back into the idol drama if you were by my side. Maybe I just want you.”

The shorter man went red in the face and tried to laugh that last statement off. “Wow, that’s some confession, huh? It’s a good thing I feel the same way, otherwise I’d tease you to death over this.”

Xiao let go and his face dropped into a shocked expression. “You’re serious? You feel the same?”

Venti laughed out loud, hugging his sides. “Yes, dummy! Otherwise I wouldn’t have bothered with all of this! I thought all of that was clear when you kissed me! Gods you are slow!”

Xiao frowned and crossed him arms. “I was just… you’re very hard to read!”

Venti stopped laughing and grabbed the sides of Xiao’s hood, pulling him down to eye level. “And you are like an open book. It’s funny to watch you, Xiao. You can be very suave and smooth with your words, but other times you get all flustered and you close up. It’s cute!”

“I’m not cute.” He didn’t pull away, just adverted his eyes.

Venti made a disagreeing noise and closed the distance between them. This time the kiss was softer, smoother and had much more passion behind it. Venti made a happy noise when he felt Xiao wrap his arms around his back and moved to place his own arms around Xiao’s neck.

Xiao found himself sinking more and more into Venti’s embrace. The taste of cheap wine on his breath, the way his mouth molded to hold him and the way his hands gently caressed the back of his head was all too much for him to handle. His anxieties melted away as he pulled Venti’s smaller frame flush against his own. For just how long had he been waiting to do this? Ever since they met, Venti had always been flirty and open about his emotions, but Xiao had quickly deduced that it was all a mask he put on to keep himself from being hurt by those around him. Xiao was similar in that sense, always acting aloof and angry to keep people from getting too close to him. But when he was with Venti… none of that mattered. When he was with Venti, he didn’t care how badly things ended with Yaksha 5, he didn’t notice the way his ratings dropped, he didn’t pay attention to the social media slandering.

Venti was like some sort of wind spirit: always floating from one place to the other without a concern. Xiao wanted to learn more, to be more like him. And to him, joining this new 4NEMO group was the fastest way to do that.

When they pulled away, Venti did not fail to notice the glimmer of love in Xiao’s gaze. He brought his hands down to Xiao’s waist and hugged him close with a giggle. “You are cute.”

“No I’m not.” Xiao hugged him back with a pout.”

“Yes you are~”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes-s-s-s you are Gao-Xiao!” Venti bit his lip to keep from laughing.

Xiao let go and tried to push him away. “I am going to throw you over the side of this bridge if you call me cute one more time.”

Venti let him go with a smile, a hand fishing into his pocket for his phone. “Then I’ll call Aether and tell him you’re in?”

Xiao’s face went back to the loving smile from before. “Sure thing.”

#i think i just wanted an excuse to write them kissing #i'm a sucker for xiao #asks #writing #writing requests #requests #genshin impact #fluff #sfw #xiao #venti #xiao x venti #xiaoven

[pedropascalssimp]

Hoth

Boba fett x bounty hunter reader

Summary: y/n is a skilled bounty hunter who works for jabba the hut. But even jabba knows that y/n has her limitations, so once jabba sends y/n on a particular hunt, he makes sure that boba is there to assist much to the man in beskar dismay....

Warnings: language. Slight Violence. Boba being grumpy and a bit of an asshole. And fluff.

|Got bored and made this|

The room was full of small chatter, men gathered to watch jabba's women dance, and the women that strayed in eyeing the bounty hunter who walked in with a struggling qaurry hungrily. It was no secret to everyone in the galaxy that boba fett's reputation didn't always revolve around the fact he was the most dangerous man in the galaxy, a skilled bounty hunter who put fear in everyone's core from just a glimpse of his beskar. But he also upheld the reputation of being quite the lady's man, every woman he came across seemed to be wooed by his voice, his word's, his aura. And the man was a tease, he was Arrogant, stubborn and a hard ass. At least that's how most viewed.

Walking to be stood in front of jabba's throne, boba kicks the man he had restrained in the back of his knees, making him fall with a whimper.

"jabba! I - I was going to pay you! I really was! But -

Boba cuts the man's words short by pressing his blaster pistol to the back of his head. "save you're lies for someone fool enough to believe them" his accent couldn't be masked through the modulater in his helmet as he spoke to the qaurry.

Jabba laughs joyfully at the sight of boba fett's triumph, catching the thief who was dumb enough to still from him. "well done fett! You must be rewarded for you're victory! Name a price or take you're pick" jabba motions towards the women chained to his side.

But boba simply shakes his head, "I'll take whatever credits you offer and another job" boba spoke while watching jabba chuckle.

"ah, ready for another hunt? I'll give you you're reward and another job... But that's for tomorrow, now you rest boba fett" the disgusting fat creature said just as you walked in. Two men cowering away as you had them in cuffs.

This draws boba's attention, for he doesn't remember quite seeing you before. Now standing beside boba and his qaurry, you shoved the two men by your side down onto the ground harshly. Boba only watches, intrigued by your heavily armed self and beauty.

"ah! Y/n! You're back earlier then expected!" jabba happily announced, you try hiding your disgust with the looks of the creature, the slob before you. Who had women chained to his side, you hated jabba, hated the way the women looked at you with begging eye's to free them, oh how you wished you could...

"it was an easy job, to easy in fact" you spoke his native tongue while resting a hand on your hip. Not even bothering to glance over at the man who's gaze burned into the side of your head.

"then how about I give you a job more challenging? Would that satisfy you?" jabba asks and you simply nod your head confirming you'd like that. "it's to big of a job for you to handle alone my beautiful little hunter... So I'll send boba fett here to aid you" you lift a brow at jabba then glance over at the man beside you, his t-shaped visor already looking right back at you.

Like hell you'd let this man help you on a hunt, you knew boba fett, heard the stories people told of him. How he was a flirt with the women, how he was a stubborn hardass. You didn't want to work with him.

"I work alone" you and boba both said at the same time, looking at one another you roll your eye's at him.

Jabba laughs, "you two are the best in you're profession, it's only smart to send my best two for the job at hand" he said while looking at you and boba.

"and what is the job at hand?" boba asks before you could, his voice rolled out of his helmet smoothly, like soft dark velvet. You find yourself wanting to listen to him speak more, but you quickly shake that thought away.

"I want han solo, he owes me money... His payment has been overdue for months now" jabba says and starts eating something you wouldn't even poke. You grimace at the sight and look away, boba snickering at your disgust quietly but you heard and glare at him.

"when I said give me a harder job jabba, I didn't mean impossible!" you point out the logical fact han solo was a tricky bastard and hard to catch.

"that's why I'm sending my best hunters for the job, with the two of you looking for him it's possible!" jabba spoke with a mouthful nearly making you vomit. "I'll be rewarding you both generously" you sigh and start considering taking the job, even if it does mean working with boba fett.

"we'll do it" boba tells him not even letting you speak for yourself, this makes your anger surface fast.

"what the hell do you mean we? What if I don't want to do the job?" you say speaking your own language while jabba chews away at whatever the hell it is he's eating.

Boba huffs before crossing his arms, you can't help but flicker your gaze down to admire his strong arms. "you'd be a fool not to take it girl, it's a good paying job" he said making you look back up at his helmet.

"it's a useless hunt... I mean, I don't doubt my strength for a second nor my skills of hunting but I'm no match against a wookie!" you argue with the man, "I honestly don't think you could even take the big fur ball in a fight!" you chuckle dryly. But he scoffs and simply shows you the braided wookie scalps hanging off his shoulders. You look at him surprised, not expecting that. Sure boba looked strong and skilled enough to handle his own well, but he was also shorter then most men you've met and never thought he'd be able to slay not one but two wookies. But you was wrong obviously.

"you were saying princess?" he smugly replied making you tense your jaw and bite your tongue. Speechless. "we'll take my ship and do the job and you won't have to deal with me again..." boba said making you nod, looking away from him and up at jabba.

"have you both settled on a agreement?" jabba asks, watching how you kept your eyes locked on his yellow ones.

"were taking the job... But don't expect me to work with anyone else again jabba, you know I work alone" you say in his language once more, voice dripping with venom as you glare at him. he only chuckles, looking at you wickedly.

"don't ever speak to me with such hostility, for I could always use someone with you're beauty in my collection, I have a spot saved for you..." he threatened you, putting at the empty caller and chain. You look at the spot and back at jabba with a stoic expression, hiding your disgust and fear.

"forgive me for my ignorance then jabba" you say more calmly and rush out of the room, boba bidding jabba bye before following you.

Once out of his palace your greeted with the burning heat of the twin sun's and the scorching sand, practically jogging away from the palace you head toward the town, in dire need of a drink. Hearing footsteps behind you, you simply scoff.

"why are you following me?" you snap, angry with jabba and this stupid hunt you had to prepare for. The cantina comes in sight making you nearly relax at the thought of drinking something, your mouth feeling dry.

"because I'd think you'd want to discuss the upcoming hunt" he said now walking beside you matching your pace.

"well I was hoping I could relax a little in the confines of this dump but obviously that's not gonna happen" you huff and walk through the door of the cantina with boba.

"let me buy you a drink and we'll discuss it here" he offers, and you could never refuse a free drink, so accept his offer reluctantly and slouch in a booth.

Slave I was a pretty neat ship you'd have to admit, you was seated in the co-pilot seat messing around with buttons. Fascinated by the different types of buttons in many colors, you peek over at the mandalorian man who was focused on flying the ship rather then your insistent poking around at the ships controls. Ever so curious you click a red button making a light flicker on, catching the attention of boba. You quickly placed your hands in your lap as if you didn't do anything and he eye's you suspiciously.

"stop playing with things... You act like a toddler" he muttered, watching you shake your head in denial.

"I didn't do anything!" you lie with a innocent smile, but he saw right through it.

"don't lie princess, I saw you out of the corner of my eye. Now keep you're hands to yourself" he scolds you while looking back over the stars that zoomed by.

You sigh deeply and Lean back in the seat, you was bored. Hyperspace not taking you to your destination fast enough in your opinion. Looking over at boba you decide to ask him so questions, what else was there to do?

"so boba... Do you ever take the helmet off?" you ask the question that's been brewing in your mind the moment you saw him. For the first few seconds he's silent before sighing.

"yes" he answered briefly, making you nod with a little grin.

"why don't you take it off now. It must be hot under there" you say, eager to see his face. You'd be lying if you didn't say you wasn't attracted to the mandalorian man before you, he was intriguing, your infatuation with him growing by the second as you traveled with him for only four hours. But damn was boba fett really slithering his way into your thoughts, plaguing your mind as you basically kept your gaze glued to his strong build. His strong arms and damn nice thighs -

"because I don't want to" he spoke snapping you out of your straying thoughts. You only nod and think of another question to toss at him.

"why not? I'm curious to see the man who was ignorant enough to take this job" you tease him with a grin, his helmet tilting in your direction slowly before he scoffs.

"because it's just killing you to see my face, I don't think you've earned that privilege yet though princess... But there's ways you can change my mind" he trailed off with a smug tone. You could hear the smirk in his voice making you shake your head with a chuckle.

"I'll survive without seeing it then" you said with a cheeky grin still. Although your mind began wondering to the ways you could change his mind....

"suit yourself then girl" he shrugs and leans back in his seat, relaxing some before the big hunt.

You smile at him with amusement, so far boba wasn't really that bad you thought. Sure he was smug and grumpy, but other then that he seemed like someone you could get along with.

Until you arrived at hoth, your destination where han and his wookie was supposedly at. This whole situation you found yourself in made you realize that boba fett was indeed, an asshole.

You sat in the ice cave shivering, teeth chattering together while you had your back pressed against the ice wall while hugging your knees to your chest. Small Fur blanket and jacket not nearly enough to keep you warm on this planet. Even the damn fire you made not enough to warm you.

But boba? He seemed fine, his warm under clothes and beskar enough to keep him warm as he laid on his fur blanket by the fire. Arms crossed behind his head as he laid on his back trying to rest some.

You look at him with doe eyes, "b - boba... I think it'd be b - best if we cuddled" you point out the obvious, for you was freezing to death and needed extra body heat.

"I don't cuddle princess" he states, brushing your chattering teeth and shaking off as he tries getting sleep.

You huff, a cloud caused by your breath wafting into the air as you scoot closer to the fire nearly on top of it. "if you wa-wake up and I'm dead... It's y-your fault" you stutter from the cold, nose and cheeks red as you sniffle. Maker this planet was hell.

"you act like you've never experienced I little temperature drop girl, toughen up" he grumbled while making himself comfortable. If you wasn't freezing you'd kick his ass....

"I'm used to planet's like tatooine dickhead" you muttered angrily, Glaring at the man. He only chuckles and shakes his head. That really got on your nerves.

But instead of shooting him or stabbing him in his damned thigh like you desired, your take your fur blanket that hardly covered your whole body, your legs uncovered sadly. You curl up into a shivering ball by the fire and try to sleep, hoping that while your sleeping you can forget the unkind coldness biting at your very being. Closing your eyes you try and lose yourself to sleep, but your shivering kept you awake. Body feeling numb from the cold.

Boba looks over at you with a little frown behind the helmet, hating to see you so cold.... He knew his beskar would be cold to the touch so he reluctantly stands up with a huff, stripping of his beskar leaving him in his underclothes. You peel your eyes open at the clatter of each piece hitting the icey ground, that's when you seen him take his helmet off, revealing a grumpy expression and dark brown eyes looking at you with annoyance. His dark hair short yet soft looking as he strides over with his blanket slung over his arm.

"you're going to die if you don't stay warm" he spoke, his voice even more intoxicating without the vocoder you always heard mask it. You feel your heart melt at the fact boba laid behind you, spooning you from behind as he wraps you up in his big arms, chin resting on your shoulder as he pulled you flush against his chest.

You sigh at his warmth, he felt warmer then the damn fire in front of you. Your shivering slowly subsides as you relish in his warmth, his touch. His and your fur blanket keeping the cold out as he held you.

"thank you..." you murmur, heart fluttering steadily in your chest as you never want to leave this man's arms again. It was comforting, a feeling of pure safety. And it was, he kept you safe from the cold.

"I can't have you die on me now, we still have a bounty to catch" he he whispers in your ear, warm breath fanning over your skin making you shiver for a whole different reason. His large hand finding yours as he held it, letting you cradle it against your chest.

"and here I thought you wanted me dead" you snort with amusement, referring to how you've basically annoyed him through this whole trip. He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest.

"it would make this hunt far easier, but unfortunately it would also make it dull" he whispers, this time his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. Sending chills over your skin. He noticed and smirks, "besides you still haven't earned the privilege to see my face..." he lightly nibbles at your ear making you gasp at the abrupt action, heart pounding.

Damn boba sure knew how to warm a woman up, you was instantly feeling a warmth spread over your cheeks painting them red. "but I've seen you're face -

Your words was cut short as boba chuckles and takes his hand from yours making you nearly pout until he cups your cheek turning your head to look at him, dark eyes seemed darker as he leans down, lips ghosting over your lips now.

"yes... But now you gotta earn it" he pressed his lips to yours, your eyes shutting as you relish in the kiss.

Boba fett wasn't that bad after all. In fact, you hoped that you two would be going on more hunts together in the future.....

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A/n: and I oOp.

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